The Magic Box, Friday

[bookbeltof_love]

So apparently the murderous creeper ghost lived in the store.

Nina was extremely doubtful of the assurances that small geeky guy had given her, but she showed up to work anyway.

Since she, you know, needed the money.

And no stupid ghost was going to keep her out of the shop.

"Okay, so we need to feed you something that'll make you pretty!!!!" she told Foomy, the jelly demon. (She'd named it. Until someone else named it something else, or it told her it's name, that was what Nina was going to call it.) "Because peanut butter is just not your style?????"

It burbled at her.

The Magic Box is Open!

[And OCD free!]

Pick Your Poison, Friday

[intraspective]

Ino was in a contemplative mood as she double-checked the inventory and made note of what she'd have to make before she and Reno hared off for… well.

Work. It was work, really, just not officially sanctioned.

She had a lot to think about.

Silly supervised her brooding and her working with the same beady little gaze as always.

"You could help, you know," she teased her chicobo. "Zack says you think you're eight feet tall and invincible, after all."

Pick Your Poison is Open!

[That Reno showed up to talk to Ino is FB, what they talked about is NFB, thanks!]

The C.I.C, Friday Afternoon-Evening

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette was... actually doing pretty okay, today. She'd come in to work and immediately started tinkering with a busted tablet that had been sitting in the pile needing repairs. It had taken more time than she'd cared to admit, but even with this world's stupid fondness for devices with very specific parts that you couldn't plunder from elsewhere, she'd managed to bodge together enough bits and pieces from the spare parts pile that the thing actually worked.

... And you could make phone calls from it.

Look, she could just fix the thing, or she could challenge herself while she was at it. And throw some of the little fried metal bits onto the counter for the Raven to play with while she was at it.

[OOC: Open!]

That One Warehouse, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Today was a warehouse day for no reason in particular, really. Certainly no reason related in any way to the increasing occurence of clone trooper gear in Kanan's dreams, of blaster fire when he closed his eyes even in the middle of the day. That was totally normal. He lived on an island full of clone troopers, which he managed to ignore with... some doing... and it just stood to reason that now and again that old fear would flare up if maybe he caught sight of one from the corner of his eye, or had to pass by the station in order to get somewhere in a hurry.

He wasn't thinking about the stone.

Also, shut up.

His one concession to attempting not to be a paranoid wreck today was that he was going to prop the warehouse door open while he ran through lightsaber forms. See? He wasn't hiding from anything, nobody could prove a thing, and also, no really, shut up.

[OOC: Open!]

Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord had taken it upon himself today to really dig in this week, to educate himself on his new duties as a bartender. Sure, last week had been a somewhat busy start for a new guy from another world entirely, but this week he was taking advantage of that weird lull in the air to go over the liquor selection and familiarize himself better with where everything was situated.

It was going almost distressingly poorly, until he noticed Tino moving things around when he thought Fjord wasn't looking.

"Really."

The going went better after that. If only because Fjord was beginning to realize that Tino was not a man who could be trusted.

[OOC: Open! OCD free! Help I have unwittingly created a Friday Parade of my characters spamming the friendslist I'm so sorry.]

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

"Liam... my grandfather's name was Liam."

"Well, maybe we're related?"

"No. I would know. Genealogy is very important to me."

The dreams had come again last night, though by the time Liam made it in to the Trooper Station, the energy on the island had- settled, somehow. He wasn't sure how else to describe it.

In any case, the mood at the Trooper Station was distinctly subdued, today. Even the Troopers themselves seemed to have picked up on it, as they were just... going about their work with little to no complaints.

[ooc: pings might be slow while at work, but open!]

Furnado Animal Shelter; Friday [10/05].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Piggies. There were cute little piggies in the shelter this week, and Prompto, of course, was in love with them all. It made it incredibly difficult to get any actual work done, because they'd trot around with their little hooves clacking on the floor and then let out the tiniest and most matter-of-fact little oinks, and every single time Prompto just melted with a helpless little "ohmygod" and had to stop everything and plop down and play with them until they scampered off for a little while, only to return again, oink, and make a melted Prompto all over again.

"I feel so bad for making buns of you guys and biting their faces off now," he admitted at one point, but, apparently, he didn't feel bad enough that he wasn't thinking about making those pig buns again when he got back to the dorms.

Furnado is open!

The Park, Friday Morning

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante found himself coming here a lot.

He didn't want to leave Kathy behind this soon after everything, so he and Anders couldn't go home to Limbo City - even as the oppressive air on the island started to settle on top of him again. There were the dreams, full of feathers and red hair, and his own memories of the weekend playing havoc with him.

Even reconciling with Ezra had its own stresses.

Playing music helped.

He made his way down to the park for the third time in a row, acoustic guitar in hand. Sat down in the grass, not far from the ducks, and put the guitar over his knee. Most of the music he'd normally play on electric wouldn't work on acoustic, so he played different stuff: covers of 00s rock music, Foo Fighters, A Perfect Circle, whatever.

He could get lost in it for a while. It was the only thing in his life right now that let him.

[[ open! ]]

The Alley Across from the CIC, Friday Evening

[uncertain_dume]

So, this was going to be it, probably. If that damn stone was going to pull something funny, it was going to be doing it tonight.

... Probably.

Which meant that Kanan, true to his word, had situated himself in the shadows across the street from Kaidan's business, where he was keeping an eye open for... well... John. He'd promised his friend that he'd give him a heads-up if Shepard showed up for this, given that there was no way in hell Kaidan was ready to face him just yet, and he was nothing if not true to his word.

He sighed and took a long pull from a thermos of caf he'd brought along. He just had to make it through the night. If he made it through tonight, they were probably in the clear.

This was going to be a long haul.


[OOC: For some in particular, can be open! Note for Squirrels: Okay to say visitors arrived and they went inside after a brief misunderstanding, specifics of the misunderstanding NFB, please!]

The Woods, Friday at Sundown

[suitably_heroic]

By morning, the stone's seemingly endless mental litany had begun to quiet. Its glow had dispersed, leaving behind what seemed to be nothing but a tired old rock.

It was merely biding its time. Working its magics. Reaching out past the material realm and onwards into a dozen afterlives.

When the sun began to sink towards the horizon, a thin mist rose around the stone itself. It shaped itself into a gateway, filled with strange, pale white light.

The mist crawled slowly across the clearing, and by the time the sun had disappeared behind the horizon, it had filled it entirely.

From within it, shapes emerged. They had been called, and they had come.

[[ living folks, you can come meet your people here in this post, or elsewhere. NFB ]]