Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty had had a good weekend, but she knew how these weekends could go, so she was here to be helpful. And she didn't even know about this new thing!

25% OFF IF YOU HAVE WEEKEND TRAUMA

Caritas was open, and the air conditioning was on. It was necessary.


[Open, no OCD!]

Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday

[puppy_fair]

Zack was quiet today as he came in for his Furnado shift. Not upset, not really. Just... thoughtful. He went through all his usual chores in relative silence, occasionally pausing to murmur to a bird or a bunny or whatever as he cleaned out their cages, but when all of that was through, it was right back to sitting at the desk, letting the baby varactyl nap in his lap again.

It was just something about a comforting presence and feathers, today. There'd been something about a stone this morning that he couldn't quite piece together and really couldn't shake.

"Maybe we'll name you Dream," he murmured thoughtfully to the sleepy little repatavian. "Or Honor."

[OOC: Open!]

In The Woods, Tuesday

[suitably_heroic]

If you dream them, they will come. If you dream them, they will come. If you dream them, they will come.

It was an old call. Perhaps not entirely unfamiliar to the people who roamed this island, in fact: this stone had laid dormant for several years, gathering moss, but it felt familiar lives as it woke in the wake of loved ones coming and going.

But it found new lives as well. New dreams. New sorrows.

It reached out to them and sang its song: If you dream them, they will come.


[[ and field of dreams is a go, all your apps are good! come, dreamers, and touch the stone. or go looking for it and find nothing. all of this is nfb. ]]

The Magic Box, Tuesday

[always_someone]

Norman walked in to see a bunch of books scattered across the floor, splayed, some sitting on bent pages, as if they'd been hurled around with no regard to where they landed.

The jelly demon was nowhere to be seen.

"I don't want to know," Norman announced as he started picking the books up. "I'm sure there's an explanation for this, and I really just don't want it."

[OOC: Open!]

Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [10/02].

[white_oleander]

Astrid was actually hoping that some of the plants would be doing something wild or crazy or stupid for her shift today; that should tell you all you needed to know about the state of her mind. But, of course, the one day when she really longed for any distraction, no matter how ridiculous, was the day that the shop seemed almost aggressively normal and quiet and boring. Not even any music from them, which was probably the most simple of the weird things they did and easily her favorite.

But at least that gave her an opportunity to bust out her watercolors; it was a bit easier to really capture the hues and the lights and shadows of the flowers when they were managing to stay still for a change.

Covent Garden is open!

The C.I.C., Tuesday Afternoon - Evening [10/02].

[hashtag_chocobro]

After amusing himself a little too much by confusing the raven by offering tiny metal biscuits instead of the usual bits of chainmail, Prompto got to work. Like, actual work work, kind of, in a way. He'd had an idea for a rig on his phone that would allow him to stream King's Knight over the nice big monitors at the shop, he could shoot the shit with Noctis over the headset as they raided together, and maybe he could even start working on some sort of mod that would make it easier to get other people involved, too, because that would be cool as hell.

And, sure, he knew there were plenty of other new games that he had to explore, but sometimes, you just had an itch that you needed to scratch, and nothing beat being able to talk shit to your best friend in a co-op while completely annihilating his score and getting pretty much paid while doing it.

"Gettin' pretty rusty there, Noct. I swear, what would you do without me?"

"I don't know; become a more productive member of society?"

"Yeah, but why would you want to do that?"

The C.I.C. is open!

Turtle & Canary; Tuesday [10/02].

[somethingwithturquoise]

After kind of a weird morning, Summer was feeling like some distraction and work might be a good idea, and there was never any shortage of that waiting for her at the store. It gave her a chance to take care of a few things today so that maybe Jughead wouldn't have to worry about them tomorrow, either. Not to mention totally decking the place out in orange and black and with candy freaking everywhere now that it was October.

She frowned a little at the Squishy machine, though. She wanted to set up something orange and black to fit the new month today, but it seemed to have a mind of its own. And a quick text to Amaya only brought back a yeah good luck with that so wry Summer could feel it through the phone.

So no orange or black Squishies today. But she'll figure it out eventually.

Welcome to Turtle & Canary!
now hiring!

Today's Squishy Flavors
Pop Rocks
Rocky Road
Red

Today's Jello Flavor
Candy Corn

Turtle & Canary is open!

Community Center Class: Modern Earth Entertainment

[2_old_for_this]

Peter stood in front of the class and gave his usual little wave. "No teenagers again this week, and there is a little romance, but not a whole lot. I've seen this one before, and it was a pretty big deal when it came out and a big influence after. It's a comedy, but I think a lot of the jokes translate pretty well? This one does have some annoying gender things going on, but next week's won't, and next week's will make a lot more sense after this week's."

He pressed play and sat down.

Luke's, Tuesday

[battlewithstyle]

Mitsutada was just going through the day, mostly relaxed after a weekend of having Tsurumaru around. It was good to have a friend around, even if that friend was a bit of a handful.

Today's Specials
Karaage
Peking Duck
Squab on a Stick

Pay no attention to how it was all bird foods.

Luke's was open and OCD-free.

The Park, Tuesday Morning

[smilestopscars]

No, Ezra had not bailed as soon as the portal had dumped them back on the causeway on Sunday morning. In fact, now it was Tuesday morning and he still hadn't bailed. That didn't mean he'd lingered too long around Kathy's place, either, though. He'd booked himself a room at the Arms. The days in LA packed in a cramped space with everyone else - no matter how much time he'd spent out of the apartment there, too - had left him with a desire to not feel like the walls were going to collapse on top of him and suffocate him.

Walls, or people. Whichever.

Point was, at least he hadn't run. Small steps.

So it was Tuesday morning and he was walking around the park aimlessly, with a takeaway cup of coffee in his hand. He wasn't much for walks, usually, but Los Angeles had left him with a newfound appreciation of how fresh everything smelled here. It was like he couldn't get enough of being able to breathe in deep without feeling the stench of rot creeping up his nose like a particularly unseemly unwelcome guest.

He stopped underneath a tree and looked up at the foliage. It was going to lose its leaves soon, but at least it was just the natural cycle of things. There was something comforting about that.

[ooc: Open park/post! //edit: Content warning for mention of self-harm in the Dante thread.]