Turtle & Canary; Friday [11/16].

[somethingwithturquoise]

When Summer came into the shop today to find a small Indian kid diligently sweeping through the aisles with a small kid-sized broom, she was confused for maybe about two-point-five seconds before it clicked in her brain what was happening. "Awwwww," she gushed to no one in particular, because Apu was very focused on his work apparently. "Guess the island's doing the thing where it turns everyone to kids again."

Except her, apparently, which was kind of lame, really. Maybe it just happened to students, and since she was graduated now...even though Apu wasn't a student, but, hey, you tell yourself whatever you need to to make yourself feel better about it, Summer. But being a kid last year had been fun, really. She kind of wondered if BDG still had that cookie cookbook she'd made for him. Didn't he do his warehouse thing on Fridays? Maybe she'll have to swing by on a lunch break and ask him or something.

Until then, though, there was snow outside, so she had to make sure that all the winter stuff was out and ready to be sold, and she also wanted to do a sweep to make sure that anything shelved at kid-level wasn't something she'd regret being shelves at kid-level this weekend.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Red
Cola, OJ, Purple Stuff
And two kinds of Sunny D!

Today's Jello Flavor
Lucky Charms Jello Parfait

Turtle & Canary is open! (and kid friendly!)

Furnado Animal Shelter; Friday [11/16].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto...didn't like the dorms. There were too many people in the dorms, and people made him feel awkward and uncomfortable and too big, and so he was making alternate plans to be away from them (and away from other people) as much as possible. Thankfully, it was snowing, which was...it didn't snow in Insomnia, and the snow was so pretty, and the town was, too, so at least there was an easy solution, he'd just go outside and wander and take pictures of everything. It was mostly what he'd do on a Friday afternoon anyway.

He'd made it all the way across the island, too, idly snapping a shot here or there, and, even though his pace had been pretty slow and steady, he was out of breath by the time he reached the spot where Furnado was. He leaned a little on the big glass window out front to rest up for a moment before the movement inside caught his attention.

And then his hands and his nose were plastered to the glass, eyes wide behind his glasses, as he stared in utter delight. Puppies. There were puppies in there! Finding a new burst of energy inside of him, Prompto headed inside. "I'm sorry!" he all but shouted when he came in and saw the vet there, bowing awkwardly in greeting. "I just saw your puppies, and I was wondering...I was wondering....I thought maybe...it would be okay if I....can I play with them for a bit?"

His face had gone red with the embarrassment of having asked, but the vet didn't seem to mind. She just sort of shrugged. "Sure, kid," she said. "It looks like the usual guy might not be showing up today, so, if you want, you could even help out a little."

Prompto's eyes widened. "R-really?" he stammered. "I...I can?"

"Mmhm," the vet nodded and Prompto laughed a little, then went serious as he nodded.

"Then I'll help," he promised. "Yeah. It's...too cold to walk around outside, anyway, so I'll just...stay here and help. With...with the puppies."

Puppies were better than people, anyway.

And 'helping' apparently meant just sitting down in the puppy pen and playing, but you could be sure that, in that regard, Prompto was an excellent helper.

Furnado is open!

The Park, Friday Morning

[chirpchirpchirp]

Ce'na had woken up and had been pleasantly surprised to note that there weren't any Hutts to be seen. There weren't any Rodians, either; she'd checked. She'd checked twice. There did seem to be a lot of humans around, which seemed strange enough to her that she actually warred with herself for a few minutes before deciding, probably against her better judgement, to go outside and see if maybe she could figure out what to do from here. If they were going to put her to work, they were sure being slow about it.

Outside, she had been met with two things she'd never figured she'd experience in her lifetime, the first being a wide-open space ahead of her and nobody yelling at her to come back or she'd be fed to the animals in the pens. Second, snow. She'd actually stuttered to a halt a few steps outside of the dorms at the first sight of her own breath, stared bewildered at it and then just exhaled a few times to be sure.

And then she'd broken into a run. Nobody had yelled after her, nobody had given chase, she was just... running, for the sake of running. And stopping for the sake of stopping. And then sitting in a wide-open space full of trees and water, more things she hadn't seen much of and hadn't figured she ever would again, staring at the weird little avians waddling around the pond.

At some point she would realize she was hungry. At some point she would come to the conclusion that her clothing was far too thin for weather like this. And at some point the idea of sitting out in the open would get into her head and terrify the wonder right out of her. But for the time being, she had a park and she had ducks, and she was utterly captivated by this turn of events.

[OOC: Open!]

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Friday [11/16].

[special_rabbit]

Everything seemed pretty normal to Amaya when she woke up that morning, and there was no reason why she should suspect anything otherwise. She got up, got ready, made some coffee and took note of the snow outside her window, and then headed downstairs, going through the motions of firing up the forge and getting things prepared for another day of working on swords and what not, without even really noticing anything yet.

Because, you know. Muscle memory, she did this every morning except Wednesdays, and she was still working through that coffee.

But once the workspace was nice and warm and comfortable despite the open windows and walls facing the street, once her brain was stepping out from the previous night's slumber, she looked around her shop and felt not the usual swell of pride that came along with the glance, but shock. Utter, complete shock.

"Why are all my weapons made of plastic?"

There was no one there who could answer that question, no, and, to be fair, they weren't all plastic. Some were rubber, some were foam, a few were wood. But they were clearly all toys, even Fjord's unfinished sword set aside on one of the worktables.

Amaya sucked in a breath, folding her arms as she glared at her weapons wall and then sent the glare up to...the island in general. "I know you think you're real cute sometimes, Fandom," she informed it, "but this one crosses a line!"

You just didn't mess with a woman's weapons! Of course, she might understand the whole thing a little more as the weekend went on, but for now, she was really feeling like she had quite the bone to pick with this island, yes.

The Forge is open!

[[and my spam is done now, I promise!]]

That One Warehouse, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

There had been a class, and a lesson about sharing, and Caleb now had himself a tiny wolf puppy and a whole host of questions. Why did he have a tiny wolf puppy? Why did the wolf puppy have rainbow spots? Why were all the buildings here made out of wood and such? Why were the streets made out of stone? The stairs weren't that weird; it wasn't like there weren't stairs in the temple, after all, but where were the other Initiates? Where were the Masters? Maybe this was a test, but if it was one, he had no idea what was expected of him.

He'd found a practice saber in the room he'd woken up in, and had been wandering around with that clipped to his belt - almost like a real Knight! - all day so far, and his after-class wandering had taken him to a strange part of town, kind of more empty than the rest, with bigger buildings and fewer people. He'd paused at the doorway with the obvious lightsaber burn on it, and then, after a little deliberation, had slipped inside.

Mats? A medkit? A bunch of weapons that looked even more harmless than his training saber... Maybe this was his first real clue about what he was supposed to be doing. If this was a test, and he'd found his training grounds, then little Caleb Dume was going to train.

Just as soon as he could get Kyber-the-rainbow-wolf-puppy to stop trying to wrestle with the more loose bits of his tunic. Just as soon as that.

[OOC: Open! Less spam right up front from me today until I figure out where my kids are going to actually be later in the day.]

The Park, Friday Afternoon

[spin_kick_snap]

There was a playground in the park. Little Katherine Li hadn't really been to many parks; most of the parks in Koreatown were either contested territory between the Seventeens and the MS 13s, or firmly under the thumb of the Seventeens. There was a small playground in the lot outside their apartment building that was was allowed to play on during the daytime when her mommy and daddy were awake, but even there she had to come right inside if any big kids came over, especially if any of them were wearing green or had tattoos.

There didn't seem to be any big kids there, though. Not scary ones, anyway. And it was day time. So maybe she was allowed to play on this playground?

She was still gonna hide behind a tree and watch for a bit, just in case it turned out that this wasn't a playground she was supposed to play in. She didn't want to get in trouble.

[Open]

Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Today had been a very eventful day, what with escaping from the comfortable place and finding out that there were no getaway ships in the port, but Fjord wasn't so tired yet that he couldn't explore this newfound free run of the island he seemed to have, which meant, sooner or later, his little feet had brought him into the bar.

Tino had taken one look at him, handed him a bar rag, and directed him to behind the bar, informing him that he was late.

... Fjord had no idea what he was supposed to do back there, but he seemed pretty okay with this new situation once Tino showed him where the juice boxes were hiding.

[OOC: Tiny half-orc is in the bar! Open! Sorry it went up a bit late!]

Stark Industries, Friday

[midichlorianfail]

Because he'd been up most of the night with a wailing droid baby, Theron hadn't noticed anything out of the usual so far today. In fact, the only thing he'd noticed was that the murder-roomba seemed intrigued by the baby and more importantly, the baby loved the roomba.

So it was with very little guilt that Theron put the baby on top of the roomba and went to have a nap behind the counter.

[Open!]