Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center- Thursday

[seriesofbaddecisions]

In her downtime today, Sabine was going over some things she'd drawn in her sketchbook, looking over some of the weapons designs and modifying a few things. She hadn't really gotten to playing with anything in the store yet, and yesterday's talk with Kanan meant that she was considering how best to use what she already had...

It was a fun day at work if you were her.

T42 - Thursday 6am-6pm

[hernando_fuentes]

Hernando was definitely on the mend. He hummed to himself as he set about putting the pastries out. Many of them seemed to be pumpkin or apple based. They perfumed the air with spices.

The store had decorated itself for Halloween. Fake cobwebs - so he hoped - were strung between the art on the walls. Skeletal animal figurines adorned the tables and the front of the counter. "You know arachnids don't have skeletons," Hernando informed the store. He was amused by it.

The store responded by adding more improbable animal skeletons. Take that, caretaker.

Hernando chuckled and went to get the sign. It too had been decorated. Purple and orange LED rope lights spiraled up the wooden sides. There was no obvious power source. Hernando had learned not to question little things like that.

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Description of shop is here.

[Open!]

J,GoB, Thursday Afternoon [10/25].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto had sort of avoided this place ever since coming here, because he knew he'd react to all the baked goods they had to offer exactly the way he was now, all but drooling all over their display cases. Everything looked pretty much amazing, which was going to make his choice all the more difficult, now that he finally stepped into the bakery. It was tempting to go for more than just one cupcake. It was his birthday, right? That's why he was there, for his annual birthday splurge, the centerpiece for his quiet little celebration that he'd held for himself every year since he turned six, old enough to go to the shop by himself and pick something out.

But he'd be good, and just get the one today, because he knew he'd regret anything more. He was going to pick the biggest one with the fanciest icing and decorations, though, and then go sit down with it, plop a single candle in the middle. He lit it up, smiled a little at the dancing flame. "Happy birthday, buddy," he said quietly, before smiling faintly, making his wish, and blowing out the candle.

He knew it was a little sad, sure, but it was tradition, and any melancholy feeling about the ritual disappeared as soon as he took the first bite because ohmygooooooood, he missed cupcakes. So. Damn. Much.

Too bad birthdays couldn't come around more often!

[[ I've been looking forward to Sad Birthday Cupcake all day! Open! ]]

The Park - Thursday afternoon

[mages_suck]

Fenris was in the park looking up at the trees as if they'd somehow betrayed him. "Your leaves were green three days ago," he accused.

The trees didn't answer. His eyes narrowed. "It's not even that cold yet." Said the man who'd been bundled up as though he were exploring the Arctic just a few days prior. In his defense, he'd been carrying a snake at the time.

The trees still didn't answer.

Glowering, he threw himself down on a park bench. One leg drawn up and tented, he rested his chin on his knees and ..well.. brooded.. about the starkening landscape.

The ducks floated by to look at him curiously.

"What are you looking at?"

The ducks didn't answer any more than the trees did.

He wasn't having much luck with conversation today.

[Park is open. Broody McElfEars is both brooding and having the elf ears.]

Furnado Animal Shelter;Thursday [10/25].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Sure, Sidon had cleaned the fishtanks not too long ago, but since they goldfish were already out for being brought to class today, he figured their tanks would get a little extra attention merely because of the convenience. It was work he was fairly certain he minded far less than any of the others who worked at the shelter, too, so he always felt like he was being especially helpful when he took care of them.

And other than that, it was a pretty average day, and he spent a good portion of the time in conversation with the animals, asking them about how they felt about the recent wave of people turning into animals, and they seemed to have an awful lot to say about the matter.

...Sidon couldn't exactly understand exactly what it was they were saying, sure, but he felt that it was good for them just to have someone to listen.

Furnado is open!

[[ hey, I didn't forget this week! I almost did! But I didn't! ]]