T42 - Thursday 6am-2pm - Closing early for private event

[hernando_fuentes]

Hernando hummed to himself as he puttered around in the morning setting out the baked goods. The quokka were full of excited zoomies and dashed in and out.

A glance at the sky made him frown and head to the outdoor tables to open the patio umbrellas.

The sign was practically bouncing when he was once more indoors. He murmured to it and patted it on the wooden frame before carrying it outside under the awning.

SPECIALS
Birthday Tea - ceylon with vanilla bean, cacao nibs, and strawberry - hot or cold
Cinnamon Yerba Mate - toasted green mate with cinnamon - hot or cold
Pear Tart - organic rooibos with honey powder and dried pears - hot or cold

Store closing at 2pm for private event.

Back inside, there was a bounce to his step as he made sure the wall art was all dusted and properly hung, tables were left gleaming. Pussy willows were watered and patted until they purred and added a nice ambient noise to the store.

He took up a position behind the counter and made himself a cup of birthday tea. An experimental sip got a nod of approval. Then he added whipped cream and sprinkles to the top just because he could.

Description of shop is here.

[Open! No OCD.]

Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [09/27].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Sidon arrived at the shelter empty-handed this week, which suited him fine, because even simulated creatures in the Danger Shop were a delight. It did mean, too, that no particular group was especially sleepy or tired, which made things more exciting, and he also took some time to get to know the new lizard that had joined the menagerie, always pleased to see more scales represented amidst all the fur.

Of course, showing up empty-handed this week did make Sidon feel a peculiar sense of slacking off, even though it had only become a part of his job since the start of the semester. He knew it was fine, of course, but he still couldn't quite shake off the feeling, so he dedicated himself to an extra and necessary task that he imagined he wouldn't mind nearly as much as the vet or Zack, and that was taking some extra time this week to clean out and freshen up some of those fish tanks, which only served to remind him that his own tank was probably due for a cleaning soon, too.

Furndao is open!

Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center- Thursday

[seriesofbaddecisions]

It was Sabine's first day on the job- first day on a normal job, period- and she was pretty excited about it. She was spending most of the start of her shift familiarizing herself with the place and the weapons, even taking notes of the things she wasn't familiar with so that she could research them.

This was the best, and also a good way to end up on a watchlist.

[Open!]

Community Center Class: 21st Century Social Media, Thursday Evening [09/27].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Sleeping in that day had done wonders to help Summer bounce back to normal, and she was feeling very much herself again by the time class rolled around, with the slight exception that she was thinking she could probably be fine skipping anything pumpkin spice related for a while.

A while, in the case, would turn out to be about two days.

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And here she smiled sweetly, as if that death could seriously not come swiftly enough.

"So, any questions? I'm sure we're all fine with a light week this time around, anyway."

Luke's Diner, Thursday

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Eliot didn't linger in the diner today. He had a mission to do and even if that mission was mostly 'sit around and wait,' he wasn't going to play around with it. But a man had to eat, so Hardison was stopping by the diner to get a rucksack full of food and snacks and things; stuff that could be eaten at room temperature and be fine. He was also stocking up on orange soda and five hour energies. It had been a long night last night and was probably going to be another long night tonight.

"Hey y'all, thanks for holdin' down the fort," he said as he took the basket from the cook. The busboy gave him a jaunty salute and the dishwasher ignored him, as per usual.

Digging out a turkey sandwich from the bag - not as good as one of Eliot's specialties, sorry guys - Hardison turned and went headed back to the Causeway to wait some more.

Today's Specials
Doner Kebab
Bánh mì
Medianoche

[No OCD, diner open for modding only]

The Causeway, Thursday Afternoon

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison had one job; to wait for news that the group had gotten Kathy and were either at or en route to the Observatory. That, he could have done from the comfort of his own couch. But he wasn't entirely certain that the earbuds he'd made would cross dimensions perfectly, especially since they didn't really have a cell network there to piggy back off of. So while he was waiting for that message he was certain would come any minute, he was also practicing due diligence; opening the portal about once an hour and keeping it open for about ten or so minutes, just in case.

This was a lot more dangerous, since there could be zombies wandering around the Observatory at any given minute, which was why he was here out in the open, rather than in his nice house, where there were things he didn't want broken, bled on, or otherwise destroyed by a rampaging zombie. He also had one of Parker's emergency tasers, just in case a zombie did come through and he had to stun it or something before screaming shrilly for help.

See? He was a planner. It was also why he had a whole sack full of food, more than even he could eat in a sitting, ready to hand out to folks when they got back, including a whole thing of Hot Pockets, just for his TA.

He also had Val, who was determined to keep him company, since her main human was mysteriously gone. "It's okay girl," he murmured. "He's gonna be back soon. They all are. They gotta be."

[Open!]

Covent Garden Flowers, Thursday

[okteiviakom]

Today, Octavia was working on a large flower arrangement. She wasn't familiar with the properties of all the flowers and plants involved, but the ones she did know had one thing in common: they were all supposed to help you sleep better. She was guessing whoever ordered this thing was an insomniac, or the partner of an insomniac, or something like that.

As the day went on and the arrangement got bigger, she began to hear light snoring coming from one of the side tables close by.

And no, Octavia was not going to go find out which plant had fallen asleep.

[ooc: Open post, I am so tired.]