The Magic Box, Tuesday

[always_someone]

Norman walked into the Magic Box today to see the books putting on some kind of pageant, complete with pilgrim costumes.

"No. No nope no way not a chance no I'm sorry but no."

Norman wasn't specifying whether it was the pilgrims he had the objection to, pageants in general, or both. He was just vehemently opposed and, to the books' chagrin, those costumes were being shoved into a drawer where he didn't have to see them.

"After I leave," he intoned, "go nuts. But while I'm here? No."

The books seemed dubious. Norman scowled and remained firmly opposed.

[OOC: Open!]

Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday

[puppy_fair]

Zack walked into the animal shelter for his shift today, did his rounds of morning chores, and then sat himself down by the counter and sighed.

Mr. Winkles, the gerbil in the Habitrail setup there on the counter, stared beadily out at him.

Zack stared quietly back.

...

"Fine."

And that was how the rest of the day at Furnado was spent with a gerbil in a hamster ball, rolling around the floor and... mostly just trying to run over Zack's boots. He didn't seem to notice. He was on the phone arguing with a gnome at Portalocity again. It was kind of a losing battle, but he'd keep pleading just so long as they didn't hang up on him.

[OOC: Open!]

Syndulla Scrap, Tuesday Afternoon

[chirpchirpchirp]

Hera had left a message for Vette, probably yesterday while she'd been blowing off steam with her blasters in the shooting range at the gym. She'd killed the better part of a day in there; it was no wonder she'd missed the call. And now she had no ammunition for her guns, no idea where to go in order to get more, and she was still feeling lost and angry and, if she was being honest, a little violated that the island had gone and dragged Ce'na out for the entire world to see.

Even if possibly the only person to really understand why she'd been that way was Hera.

And that was why, after listening to the message that had been left for about the fifth time just so that she could hear the sound of Ryl being spoken without having to actually answer back to it, Vette was making her way to the scrapyard, hoping maybe she'd be able to find Hera there.

"Hey... anybody home?"

She didn't want to have this conversation. But maybe she needed to.

[OOC: For she what owns the place, but Vette can be caught on her way in!]

The C.I.C., Tuesday Afternoon - Evening [11/20].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto never really thought he'd be uncomfortable going to his job where he basically got to play video games all day, and yet there they were. After this weekend, he was just so restless, like he was afraid of slipping back into that sad, lonely kid he'd been if he spent more than ten minutes in front of something that wasn't productive. So sitting behind the desk at the C.I.C. that evening was difficult. Impossible. He managed to stick in his chair for maybe ten minutes at at time, a little longer if he was updating something on his farm, but then he'd start bouncing, his hands would start drumming on the desk, and he'd have to get up. He had to move around. He went and checked on all the rooms about a billion times, started going through accessories and reorganizing them, only to organize them back to the way they were, finding spare parts and spreading them out to shift through them and maybe sometimes try to put them together, but abandoning them halfway through, and one corner of the room definitely became an impromptu gym, where he killed some time with some push-up and even tried to get all extra about it with the whole one-handed or the no-hands-clap-when-you-come-up ones. Jogging in place. Time to check on the rooms again. Wonder what Kaidan might think about maybe installing a pull-up bar in here somewhere for days like this where just sitting on his ass all day was going to drive him absolutely insane.

And the raven wasn't any help, either, no surprise there. It just sort of perched there the whole time, watching him, making him all too aware of every single minute that ticked by when he wasn't doing something he could deem productive.

Ugh! Why did his dumb stupid brain have to be like this, anyway, huh?

The C.I.C. is open!

Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [11/20].

[white_oleander]

Astrid (blonde again and pleasantly surprised she'd managed to pull it off by herself well enough) had never really thought about it until just that moment, when she came into the shop that day to see that there were actually some orders for some arrangements, but Thanksgiving centerpieces totally were a thing, weren't they? Her Thanksgivings had never really been very traditional...none of the usual holidays really were...and she couldn't remember too many of them when they were even in America for. But she was glad for the distraction, because putting together some centerpieces in warm autumnal colors, taking advantage of a few cornucopia-shaped baskets was a good way for Astrid to get her mind off things and just focus on creating something beautiful and nice.

She was mildly surprised that there was nothing on the List about flowers, though, which, of course, just made her wonder if she should regretfully inform Peter that she really shouldn't be wasting her time on anything that wouldn't help lead to her landing a husband. Being younger would clearly give her an advantage over some of the other girls, but as Ms. Davis had said, time was a'wasting!

...honestly, Astrid just couldn't wait until next Monday's class. Not with this assignment. Not with that class. And it was nice to have something to look forward to.

Covent Garden is open!

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

The bar was open, but Kitty of course wasn't there.

No, anyone who came in would be treated to Tino manning the bar himself. Soooo, have fun with that.


[Clearly a mod Tino night!]

Community Center Class: Modern Earth Entertainment

[2_old_for_this]

"Hi, everybody." Peter gave them a wave that was almost apologetic. "I guess this weekend wasn't great for a lot of people. Hopefully we'll be able to ignore it all and just have fun for a while now." Though if anybody wanted to talk...hey, he was here. "This Thursday is a holiday in the country we're in. It's called Thanksgiving, and nominally celebrates the arrival of Europeans in this country, and more widely, the harvest and family. It generally involves a lot of eating. There aren't a lot of movies about it, unlike next month's holidays, but I've been assured tonight's has at least a great Thanksgiving scene. So I hope you enjoy it."

Fandom Counseling, Tuesday

[sharp_man]

While Hannibal himself was fine with this weekend, he was well aware that not everybody might be.

He also knew this island too well to think that most of those who needed help would stop by to get it.

Nevertheless, he lived in hope, so he was in his office, tea and coffee available, cleaning a bit in between NPC patients.

The doctor was in!

Luke's, Tuesday

[battlewithstyle]

Mitsutada had spent the weekend Tanto-sized, and that was just a weird metaphysical situation. The magic of this place baffled Mitsutada in so many ways.

Today's Specials
Meatloaf
Black Eyed Peas
Cake

"...I don't understand," Mitsutada said, staring at the specials board. "What kind of cake?"

Luke's was open and OCD Free!