The C.I.C, Friday Afternoon-Evening

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette had had some wild dreams last night, of being a starship captain with her own ship, of doing some tricky stunt flying to get through a barricade to a war-torn planet. Why she would ever want to go to a war-torn planet was anybody's best guess. As much as she liked excitement, that seemed a little over the top.

Being a captain with her own ship would be pretty neat, though.

It had her thoughtfully considering what games she would like to play tonight, after she was finished working her way through a few repairs. Something with starships, probably. Maybe she could just find herself some kind of pilot sim and play around with that a little, dream the big dream and all that...

[OOC: ... I cracked and made a doppelganger of Vette in SWTOR last night so that I could eventually make some icons of her with actual poses and facial expressions. Open post!]

The Warehouse What is Basically Kanan's Now, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

So, Rosa had asked him on Tuesday if she could make use of his warehouse for her next class, and Kanan, in turn, had mentioned that he'd try to get mats in by Tuesday next. So, instead of training while he waited for people today, he was making his way around the place, making certain he'd gotten rid of anything outright dangerous (he had) and then sitting and waiting for a delivery of a bunch of mats he'd finally cracked and ordered. Not enough to cover the entire floor by any means, no, but enough of those flat blue things that connected together by velcro to create a decent amount of space to spar in.

And then he was busying himself with other things. Making sure the first-aid kit on the wall was where it could be easily spotted, making certain everything in it was clearly labelled in High Gal-- er, English so that people using it would know what the hell to do with the things inside. Setting out the bamboo swords a little more neatly than usual, in case students wanted to make use of them.

Putting the sharpened steel up and away in a rafter where you'd need a good Force Leap to be able to retrieve them. Sorry, students, those ones were his.

Anyway, he was here, he was busy, he was... really broke, after getting those mats, but overall, he was completely interruptable.

[OOC: Open!]

Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

"Tino, the island has been back to normal for three days," Fjord said, sounding fairly resigned a good two hours into his shift at the bar tonight. "If you don't want to serve patrons tonight, just say so and I'll take point. You don't have to keep walking into the wall."

Tino looked at him, and then clucked like a chicken.

Fjord threw a wet rag at him.

[OOC: And that's that for my Friday spam! Open!]

Turtle & Canary; Friday [11/09].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Soooo...interesting thing about Tuesday. Apparently, Summer had spent enough of her life lately creating enough little tiny teeny hairline fractures in enough realities and dimensions that, after a few of the more innocuous little glitches and gaffes of the day, there came a big one that manage to split her between a few of them, and that was a whole thing trying to get herself back together across time and space, only to wind up somewhere else for a while and dealing with getting back home, which of course required at least a small amount of wacky adventure, as these things were wont to do.

On the bright side, there was a new product on the shelves in the candy aisle, as she'd scored a case of Yummy' Yums ("Now Purgenol Free!"), so it didn't seem like a complete wash, at least, but she could really have done without the whole 'split between two dimensions' hangover that was still clinging to her brain. Grampa Rick told her that it was just something you had to get used to, that there really was no cure for it, but she was pretty sure that was a straight-up lie and he was just being a dick about it, but whatever.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Chocolate Almond
Pepperoni Pizza
Red

Today's Jello Flavor
Hot Dog Pie*

Turtle & Canary is open!

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*Link NSFL and I have no shame.

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

All of the desk drawers were full of coffee today. Which Liam found out to his dismay when he reached for a pen and got a dunking in (lukewarm, thank small miracles) liquid instead.

“Yeah,” Calvin said airily. “That happens sometimes.”

Neat.

Furnado Animal Shelter; Friday [11/09].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Having thoroughly photographed pretty much the entirety of the island in his excitement of his first month or two here, Prompto really hadn't been spending nearly as much time with his camera as he felt he normally would, so he figured today at the shelter would be a good way to fix that. After all, it could still be considered work! Not only get a bunch of cute and adorable pictures of all the animals, but maybe they could even use some of them to entice more people to maybe adopt them. Yeah! That was totally the reason.

It helped that most of the animals were so cute and photogenic and Prompto was really getting creative in his attempts to pose them and find particularly cute situations to put them in. The amount of close-up shots on adorable little jelly-bean toes was a little ridiculous, though, and don't even get him started on fish-eye lenses when combined with puppy noses. But the best one, easily, was the one he managed to get when he somehow loaded up four kittens into the remote control truck and made it look like they were totally going on a sweet kitten-bro roadtrip of epic proportions.

He...might just have to turn that one into a set, just four kitten besties out there exploring the world.

Furnado is open!

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Friday [11/09].

[special_rabbit]

Plenty to do in the shop today! Well, even when there wasn't plenty to do in the shop, Amaya would find plenty to do, but in this case, it was the truth. In addition to working more on Zack's sword, she loaded up a wheelbarrow with the practice swords for Kanan with the intention to swing by the warehouse to drop them off like she intended to do weeks ago but, whoops, FORGOT like a dummy as she set the sword to cool a little before the next shaping. She supposed she could just bring the practice weapons with the assortment Diaz had asked for for her class on Tuesday, but she only had the one wheelbarrow, and it would take two trips anyway, if not three.

She'd take them all over today, but, after a whole week with her display wall looking a little sparse due to the whole heist thing, she didn't want to remove them all again until she had to. There were few things she liked to see quite so much as a wall full of weapons, and not a whole lot of things she considered more sad than a wall without them.

The Forge is open!

Dite's Decadent Delights, Friday

[spin_kick_snap]

While chatting with Anders on their date to the museum, Kathy had gotten an idea for the next series of short stories to put up on the Dite's website. She hadn't posted anything in weeks, though she'd at least made it through the backlog of submissions that had piled up while she'd been trapped in LA. (Thanks for that, too, Max. She'd had to credit a month of memberships to everyone who'd gone without new content while she'd been gone and expedite a bunch of packages that should have been mailed already, you jerk).

So after doing some administration work on the site itself and making sure everything was going okay on the forums, Kathy sat behind the counter and started making notes and writing snippets, trying to figure out the characters' personalities and how they'd work together.

This had been a lot easier when she's just been writing dirty stories to accompany porn gifs on Tumblr, honestly.

[No OCD]