Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center- Thursday

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine had a better idea of the place this week, she was sure of her knowledge of the equipment, and today during her downtime she was trying to learn about the ammunition here.

This meant there was a lot of frowning and the occasional muttered, "Why are you like this?"

Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [10/04].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Zack had certainly not been exaggerating when he'd said that the piglets for class earlier were rather fast and squirmy and wiggly! It made for quite the adventure getting them wrangled up and ready to go back to the shelter afterwards! Sidon could hardly complain, though; could there have been a more adorable challenge for him that Thursday? He thought not! And the distraction was quite welcome and very needed, although once things were settled again and the pigs, exhausted from their exciting morning, calmed down and a certain peace settled over the place, Sidon was left again with his thoughts.

It was so strange, really. If you dream them, they will come. It kept repeating over and over in his head like a pulsating heartbeat, mysterious and alluring, yet, at the same time, he couldn't imagine he could stop dreaming about Mipha if he tried these past few days. She seemed to be everywhere and in everything, no matter where he turned, and he was positive they didn't have nearly so many little red fish in the tanks before...

Furnado is open!

The Beach, Thursday Morning

[firstofitskind]

"I'm sorry... have we met?"

"No," Liam smiled, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Not in this lifetime, anyway."

"What the hell was that?" Lili hissed at him in the hall afterwards.

"Nothing, I just thought-"

"Thought that you'd see another glimpse of maternal recognition? Well you'd better pray that you don't, or the modifications done to Beckett's CVI will kill her." Lili warned him.

The dreams hadn't stopped just because he'd touched the stone. Liam was still trying to puzzle out what it all could mean. Nothing bad, he knew that for sure, now, but... good or not, he still wanted to know. And his dreams weren't providing any answers.

It was unlikely the beach would provide any either, but the waves on the beach had something of a meditative effect, at least.

[ooc: so, so open. please save me from the drudgery that is bound to be today.]

Blackstone Foundry and Forge;Thursday [10/04].

[special_rabbit]

Save for a little extra sharpening and oiling, there really wasn't much left to do with Peter's sword except wait for him to pick it up and hope he was pleased with the results. Sure, it wasn't exactly the wild challenge that had been Kanan's sword, but she almost felt slightly more proud when she pulled off something so constrained and particular so well. If he was anything less than happy with it, then she might be tempted to think there was something wrong with him and maybe he should stop watching so many of those dumb movies.

She highly doubted that would be the case, though, and she'd set it up on the wall for the time being, just in case anyone wandered in and would get the chance to admire the new shiny before it found its way home.

In the meantime, it was onto the next project, which meant a lot of steel and a lot of sparks filling the workspace as Amaya got to cutting and welding and hammering out some new basic molds for some founded weapons. Oh, sure, of course she already had plenty of molds already, but that didn't mean it was any less fun trying to make some new ones.

The Forge is open!

The Perk- Thursday afternoon

[notconflicted]

Sia shouldn't be spending this much time in Fandom lately, but she wasn't sure she had a choice this time. The first dream had been enough to make her not want to be at home, and when they persisted, she took the hint that maybe she shouldn't be at home. So schedules were changed and arrangements were made, and now she was here after a meeting she'd had to call in for, and a brief stopover at a rock, because she didn't want to be cooped up in her hotel room anymore.

She had a drink and a seat at a table so she could go over a datapad, and was at least trying not to look like she wasn't paying attention to the argument two baristas were getting in about syrups. It was a dumb distraction, but she'd take it.

[Open!]

T42 - Thursday 6am-6pm

[hernando_fuentes]

The shop had decided today was a day for iced tea. Hernando walked through the storage room door to a series of beverage dispensers filled with tea and ice lining the counter. Clear lexan dripped with condensation even with the air conditioning on.

He patted the counter. The weather report had indicated the humidex to be in the realm of the disgusting for the day.

A selection of pastries were put out as sacrifices to display with a note that the rest were being kept refrigerated.

Hernando went to set out the sign.

SPECIALS
All iced tea 50% off.


The quokka were pancake-shaped puddles of fur on the floor to soak up what cool they could from the tiles. Every so often one of them would sort of shuffle sideways to a new spot.

[Description of shop is here.]

[Open!]

Community Center Class: 21st Century Social Media, Thursday Evening [10/04].

[somethingwithturquoise]

The Summer at the front of the community center classroom that day seemed...distracted. Her fingers drummed a little on the desk behind her as she leaned on the front of it, like someone who wanted nothing more than to start pacing, but was putting a concentrated effort into not doing just that. Part of her had almost wanted to cancel class, but that would be dumb, because class could be a great distraction, even if temporary. And, really, she should probably maybe cut back on all the coffee today, but she wanted to stay awake and alert if she could help it and just pass the hell out from a mind-numbing crash later. It wasn't that all the dreams she'd been having about Morty lately were bad; they were actually really nice and sweet and almost made her want to hop a portal back home for a while. But they were weird, especially because things had never been that nice and sweet between her and her brother, and she'd never really had dreams like that before, but they were everywhere all of a sudden, ever since, it seemed, she went out and poked at some dumb stupid rock in the woods.

Logic told her that this was a very bad thing. Her heart, however, was telling her something very different, and she didn't know which to believe.

And so....

( Snapchat! )

"Any questions? I guess today, we're just going to play around with it a little, try to navigate through it and let me know if you need help figuring anything out. Definitely see what sort of content is out there to help you get a feel for Snapchat, and we're done. We'll probably skip class next week, too, since if I'm not mistaken, there's a school trip coming up."

Which she miiiiight be feeling a little raw about having to miss on account of not being a student anymore or real teacher, but that just served to motivate her to think of a class for next semester at the school, even if it would still be kind of weird, teaching people you previously invited to parties where you got smashed.

Somewhere in the Woods, Thursday

[suitably_heroic]

The stone's glow was beginning to grow. It was visible from greater distance now, at least if you were meant to find it: it soaked up dreams and memories, wove them into a spell that grew with every iteration.

If you dream them, they will come.

So it whispered to the dreamers. Over and over again.

[[ nfb, but feel free to come touch the stone if you haven't yet... ]]