The Magic Box, Tuesday

[always_someone]

Norman made his way into work at the Magic Box today, took a look around the place, groaned a little, and then sank down behind the counter. He'd do actual work in a minute or five. He just needed to take a few minutes now to settle in.

Yes, he was clothed. No, he wasn't in jail anymore. His parents had, quite understandably, done a lot of freaking out about the whole 'arrested for being naked and trying to break into a clothing shop,' thing. His mother had fretted about whether he ought to come home, his father had spent a good twenty minutes accusing him of being on drugs. The manager of the clothing shop in question had apparently just laughed. Laughed and laughed about the entire situation before managing to say somewhere edgewise that he wasn't going to press charges.

So, hey, at least the Demon Marcus guy understood Fandom, Norman supposed. He'd have to stop by there one of these days to apologize and thank him, once he stopped being utterly mortified.

And then there was the tiny ghost tattoo on his inner wrist, which had started to scab over. He'd done some extensive googling about tattoo aftercare because he was suddenly terrified of his wrist turning funny colors and his hand falling off or something, but it had turned out that most instructions seemed to assume that he'd go to a proper tattoo place to get the tattoo in the first place. So he was kind of just washing it and moisturizing it and hoping for the best. All the while feeling a little silly about having a fourteen year-old give him a tattoo with a homemade tattoo gun in a jail cell on a whim like that. He had no clue what had possessed him to do it, probably some leftover panic, but now there wasn't really anything to be done about that, either.

So he was going to just sit here, behind the desk, for a few more minutes. Do some breathing. Just reorient himself for a little while. Get his head on straight. Try not to feel like a complete disaster.

Dammit, Fandom.

[OOC: Open!]

Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday

[puppy_fair]

Ha! Back to work at long last! Between break week and being a puppy, Zack had kind of started to miss this place. Well. Not this place, exactly, but he'd maybe started to take for granted just how much he loved wrestling with the puppies, and so that was exactly what he was doing today, pulling out the puppy playpen, sitting himself down inside of it, and alternating between giving them all belly rubs and letting them all climb all over him.

Apparently being a puppy for a week couldn't even ruin this for him. They were small and floppy and made of joy, and when they were all tuckered out, he'd start bringing out the older dogs and playing with them, too.

The vet just smiled and let him have his fun today, at least. He treated her to lunch as thanks, and then got back to playing with the dogs.

It took his mind off the fact that, in all of that time, he hadn't seen Ino even once, and now he was starting to worry.

[OOC: Open!]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Earlier Kitty had cleaned her entire office, so she'd be able to tell people where things were if they needed anything from there, and now she was spending her shift reorganizing behind the bar and taking inventory to make sure they had everything they would need here.

Her due date wasn't for three weeks, she might do this another few times before then.

Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [10/23].

[white_oleander]

Astrid was hoping there wasn't a whole lot of work for her to do at the shop today; for not having really done anything all day yesterday except sit in a holding cell, she was feeling incredibly drained. The whole thing had just been a mess; she'd been there when Norman came in and she was there for a long time after he'd gotten all this stuff cleared, because of all the difficulty in getting through to her case worker, and even once they did, the whole thing got messier and really became a shining example of the mess that was the California state foster system. Ultimately, it boiled down to this: it wasn't an issue unless the owner of the shop wanted to press charged, and if she did, then that would start a whole mess of complicated paperwork, going back and forth, she would definitely be sent back home and either put in with another family or, even worse, one of the state facilities.

So it was a good thing the owner didn't want to press charges. But even that was complicated to parse out, because the owner was currently a squirrel.

But they worked it out...eventually...with no charges, but an agreement to have Astrid work off the cost of replacing the window. That was fine. Astrid wasn't averse to work, especially when she knew she was making up for something.

The whole thing had been draining, though, and worrisome, because her mother would definitely be hearing about it, even if she couldn't do anything about it. And then there was the almost obsessive urge to pick at and scratch at her new ink, the oleander tattoo she'd given herself after she'd done Norman's ghost, which she was only realizing now was pretty stupid of her to do, but it was too late now.

At least the flowers today seemed to have all turned themselves a coppery shade of red, which she could only assume was a small gesture of approval for her new hair.

Covent Garden is open!

The C.I.C., Tuesday Afternoon - Evening [10/23].

[hashtag_chocobro]

The last few weeks had been a ride, that was for sure, and most of it had definitely been squeezed into the last weekend, so Prompto had almost nearly forgotten that it was almost his birthday until he got a card in the mail that day from his parents. It was kind of the usual deal, just a card with a scribbled message saying that they were proud of him, happy birthday, nice and encouraging but dismally impersonal, with a nice check so that he could buy himself something for a gift. At least with him away at school, a gesture like that made sense, so he tried not to think of all the previous birthdays when it was just that they were too busy to do much more.

Should he do something? It would be kind of lame to throw a party for yourself, and at this point, mentioning it to anyone would just seem like he was looking for attention. Which he wouldn't mind, but it would be nice if it didn't feel so obvious. So he guessed he'd just do for his birthday what he mostly always did: buy himself something for a gift, put a little bit of the money toward splurging on a cupcake (it had been a whole cake some years, but he tried not to think about that), and have the same private little birthday celebration with himself that he always had, that was it, no big deal.

It was a pretty good amount of money they sent this year, especially when he transferred it into dollars at the bank. So when he wasn't checking on his little plot of land in his one game, Prompto was spending most of his shift doing some online window shopping, checking the scopes on some new cameras, maybe thinking about getting some new threads, maybe something blue...

...look, when a charming, handsome shark prince who'd been fawning all over you said you'd look good in blue, you wore some goddamn blue, even if that charming, handsome shark prince was gremlin-bit at the time.

The C.I.C. is open!

Community Center Class: Modern Earth Entertainment

[2_old_for_this]

Peter shrugged a little sheepishly once everyone had settled in. "A few weeks ago, we watched meta for Ghostbusters, and I said the next week's movie would make more sense once you'd seen it. Only then there was vacation, and we went ancient Greece last week. So it's not exactly next week's, but this is the one I meant to show then. I think it's a bit more enjoyable once you've seen that one - it's sort of a more modern version of it. There's plenty more machines, too." Because he knew his audience.

"So anyway, I hope you enjoy it."

Fandom Counseling, Tuesday

[sharp_man]

Hannibal's husband was back to himself, so Hannibal was on his own in his office this week, no viper wrapped around him or hiding in his pocket.

At least it would be safe for any patients who showed up that were afraid of snakes.

And in between NPC patients, he had time to catch up on more paperwork. It was a mystery to him how there was so much on this island, but somehow it never seemed to end.

The doctor was in!


[Open post, no OCD! Any therapy is NFB.]

Luke's, Tuesday

[battlewithstyle]

Mitsutada was his usual cheery but practical self today. He'd helped clean up some accidental messes in the kitchen, stopped a fight between some of the staff over whether they should start hiring rodents, and in general just kept things orderly and harmonious.

Today's Specials
Tamagoyaki
Tamales
Tamarind Agua Fresca

Luke's was open!