The C.I.C, Friday Afternoon-Evening

[chirpchirpchirp]

So, Prompto had kind of given Vette some food for thought yesterday over at the bakery, and she'd been turning it over in her head ever since. It was the sort of thing that had seemed a little too good to be true, the idea that just going for it without worrying about what other people thought would ever end in anything but regret. But he'd said it all like he knew what he was talking about, and Vette couldn't deny that the things that held her back now where mostly ghosts of things that hadn't been a part of her life since she was about eight.

She was turning the whole thing over and over in her head while playing the most relaxing video game she could find, today. The sort where she could just tune out and play by reflex, all while sitting and thinking distracted thoughts about a certain big earnest Zora boy, and what he'd make of it if she just walked up to him and announced that she was going to rubber-stamp claim him as her big earnest Zora boy before dragging him down by that cravat and kissing him silly. It didn't hurt that she already knew that kissing was on the table, at least, and--

"Ugh, headcrabs!"

Sorry, train of thought interrupted by shooting enemies in this game. This nice, relaxing game.

[OOC: Open for the slooooowest of slowplay until later this evening, as I'm tabling a con aaaah.]

That One Warehouse, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Class had been... good. Well. Kanan figured class had been good. Actually getting in and doing manual labor with solid, visual evidence of progress was one of his favorite things, was one of the few ways he'd managed to keep his head on straight in the time between the fall of the Order and his time spent on Fandom Island.

Progress was something he had to take wherever he could get it, after all.

Now he was working on that other thing he did on Fridays, making his way to the warehouse and igniting his lightsaber, working his way through his forms as he mulled over the few conversations he'd had this week since turning back from a Loth-cat. They'd been good talks, had also been talks with a promise of progress behind them, but both his conversation with Sabine and his conversation with Mitsutada had come with added responsibility, the possibility of pulling other people into trouble that they could just as easily avoid by staying here, staying out of it.

Step, parry, turn...

There was a lot to think about, when it came to the island, and to home. But even that was a sort of progress, wasn't it?

Huh.

[OOC: Open because Friday dammit, but probably SP for convention and tiny phone internets, dammit.]

Furnado Animal Shelter; Friday [10/26].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Any doubts that Prompto might have had about one of the things he purchased with his birthday money from his parents was immediately abolished the moment he came in to work at the shelter that day and put it to use.

Sure, a remote controlled monster truck seemed an incredibly frivolous and silly purchase for a newly seventeen-year-old, until you filled the back of it with doggy snacks and squeaky toys and drove it around the shop for most of the day, with the very expected effect of the stampede of puppy chasing eagerly after it.

Which had some disastrous effects when the truck took a few hard turns around corners with conveniently topple-able supplies nearby, but, hey, that was fine. He couldn't do this all day, and he could point to cleaning up the mess as proof that it wasn't all just remote-control-led puppy chases today.

But that was definitely most of it, yes.

Furndado is open!

Turtle & Canary; Friday [10/26].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Thank God, finally! Summer had finally changed back to herself, and she'd apparently done it painlessly and incident free in the safety of her own bed, falling asleep a squirrel and waking up a person again. She had seriously been getting majorly stir-crazy in her efforts to avoid any embarrassing incidents, and now she had a series of things she needed to take care of. First on the list, of course, was to hook herself up with a little PSL, and then over to the store to get a little bit more of a human perspective on the damage done to the front window (it wasn't really that bad!) and then just to hop in and see how everything was going, what needed attending to, that sort of thing, but it wasn't that bad, because Apu was pretty much amazing and kind of used to it.

It felt kind of good to get back to work, though. There was only so many times you could binge old episodes of The Bachelor, Summer was afraid to admit she know new from personal experience.

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Today's Squishy Flavors
Pumpkin Spice Latte
Autumn Leaves
Red

Today's Jello Flavor
Nut'n'Honey

"...did you make that jello before or after you turned back?" Apu had to ask.

"Wouldn't you just love to know," Summer answered without really answering.

Turtle & Canary is open!

The Magic Box, Friday

[bookbeltof_love]

After radio, Nina finally made her way into work. She did her best to pretend that she wasn't shedding glitter everywhere and smelled vaguely like whatever the squirrels had been drinking.

But at least they'd finally stopped crying.

She collapsed dramatically on the stool behind the counter, put her head down in her arms, and then, heaving a sigh that shook her entire body, she reached for a pad of paper.

After all, she'd only gotten them to cut it out once she'd promised she'd also buy Prompto a present. Which meant that needed to come up with some ideas, like, right now.

The Magic Box is Open!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[And OCD free!]

Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord wandered in for his Caritas shift and immediately got a funny look from Tino.

"What?"

It took him the better part of the evening before he could get the man to admit that he just wanted to know if he could prepare a rum and coke with no hands when he wasn't a snake, too.

No.

[OOC: Open! Sorry this wasn't up sooner, had to bail to hit the con.]