Furnado Animal Shelter; Friday Morning [10/19].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto came into the shelter that morning ready to bust his butt off getting all of his work done as soon as he could, because he had a carnival and a freaking kissing booth to get to, a kissing booth that he was kind of regretting signing up for, but at the same time, how could he not sign up for it? Either way, getting things done around the shelter helped distract him from it at least a little bit, and he figured Zack wouldn't mind him leaving early if everything got done, and not even just because Zack might still be a dog right now, but just because Zack was just seriously a real cool dude.

And despite his dedication to getting things done quick and early, he still made time for the weekly Puppy Pile, because, while kissing booths might be totally stressing him out, a Puppy Pile never would, and always made everything in the world better.

Furnado is open!

Homecoming Carnival: Booths

[unusual_sith]

It was homecoming time, and that meant the park was decked out festively in glitter and banners welcoming alumni back, and booths for all sorts of fun and evil, depending upon your inclination.

The weather was cooperating wonderfully, and everybody was invited!

Homecoming Carnival: General

[unusual_sith]

In addition to the requisite booths, there was plenty of food, games, rides, and tables for sitting and people-watching.

Come and hang out and enjoy!

CIC: Friday/Saturday - Closed due to Carnival

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan printed out a sign and put it on the door.

The C.I.C. is closed this weekend for Homecoming. Enjoy the carnival!
If your need is urgent, please text Kaidan at: this number


He made sure to text Vette and Nina to let them know they didn't have to come in to work either day.

Caritas, Thursday Evening

[wrongkindofsith]

You could tell that Cara was in a good mood this evening by the fact she wasn't even glaring at Tino tonight.

Well, she wasn't glaring at him right up until the horrible accident with the cocktail shaker and Tino deciding the fastest way to deal with the fact he was coated in bright blue booze was to start stripping off.

Then he got glared at.

[Open]

Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord had missed his shift at the forge on Wednesday on account of being a snake, which was probably for the best, really. The last thing anybody needed was a guy without hands attempting to work with superheated metals and sharp objects.

Fortunately, working at the bar didn't involve very much of either of those things, and so a very insistent boa had managed to get behind the bar, looking more or less game to attempt to do his job to the best of his snakey abilities.

... It would probably be best to get Tino to serve you tonight, unless you were feeling particularly adventurous. Fjord would give this bartending thing a spirited attempt. Or just stick his tongue out at you. One of those things.

[OOC: .... Such SP today, but kinda had to. Fjord ate the OCD.]

The Arms Hotel, Friday

[redhairgoldheart]

The "Welcome Back!" banner was once again hung from the lobby ceiling, but it was the only festive touch. Mary's attention was focused on the thumping and rattling coming from the linen closet. She had already barricaded the door with a chair and was standing ready with a mop, just in case whatever was making all the noise managed to get out. Her guess was that the towel swans, after settling down over the past week, had gotten agitated with all the recent activity. Or it was probably a gremlin. Mary hadn't fought one off for a while, so she was probably due for it.

Welcome back to Fandom, indeed. Just be careful when you open your closet to put away your luggage.

[Room assignments | Request a room]

Stark Industries, Friday

[midichlorianfail]

So, one of the upshots of how Theron had spent his break was that he was now in possession of his very own racing swoop, and while he was pretty sure that it wasn't particularly unsafe as swoops went ('safe' wasn't really a concept that applied to swoop bikes), it didn't hurt to give it a thorough going over before trying to use it anywhere near the island. Which is what he intended on spending any free time on his shift doing.

A situation not helped by the fact the murder-roomba had gotten stroppy in his absence, and was attacking his ankles with even more fervour than usual.

[Open!]