Furnado Animal Shelter; Friday [11/23].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Maaaaan, what the hell? Something had to have been up with yesterday, because Prompto came in for his shift at the shelter on Friday to find out that almost nothing except the most important stuff got done yesterday, which was really weird because Sidon was usually pretty good about that sort of thing, especially anything that had to do with higher shelves and heavy stuff, which Prompto now had to figure out a way to get done. What was he even doing all day? Geeez.

Oh, well. Initial irritation aside, Prompto was honestly a little glad for it. More work meant more distraction from just spending most of his shift, staring out the window and trying to figure out who the heck that girl was last week. As one of the maybe two people he'd interacted with, and the one he'd interacted with the most, it was kind of bothering him that he couldn't figure out for the life of him who she was. Which probably worked in his benefit, since that meant she probably didn't know who he was, either, and that would just be great.

So a little extra work to keep him from obsessing about it was a blessing in disguise, he figured. "I'm not cleaning out the fishtanks, though," he warned the vet. "That is going to totally stay a Sidon job."

Furnado is open!

The Warehouse That Kanan Took, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Somebody had made off with Kanan's ship.

Well. Not somebody. Thanks to the radio broadcast that morning, Kanan knew exactly who had made off with his ship, and that knowledge didn't actually surprise him in the least.

Kaidan, your employees were menaces.

Well. Prompto was probably okay. Prompto had never tried to steal any vehicles that were Kanan-adjacent, after all.

Unfortunately, Kanan had a class to teach and then training to do, which was pretty much the only reason he wasn't taking off in the Phantom to see if he could round the girls up and herd them back to the island. He had a feeling they'd be making their way back on their own before long, if only because there wasn't actually anywhere to go out there, and he only had hyperspace calculations figured out for Earth's solar system so far anyway.

Besides, they were teenage girls. They'd get hungry or decide they needed to shower or something eventually.

And then he would probably murder them.

Spoiler: Kanan would not murder them. But in the meantime, he'd be running through forms in the warehouse, strongly considering the possibility regardless.

[OOC: Open!]

The C.I.C, Friday Evening

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette might have been maybe the tiniest bit late coming in to work tonight.

The eensiest bit.

The most smidgen of a bit.

... A few hours. Vette was a few hours late coming in to work tonight, and so it was fortunate that the raven had picked up the slack for her before she finally came in, a bag of Mooby's under one arm and a look on her face that said that she had a lot of food for thought to go over, besides.

Earth had a really boring solar system, for starters. There was nobody out there, which she had been told before, sure, but it actually managed to make her feel a little bit more alone when it was right there to be seen in person, with hyperspace coordinates that suggested that maybe the owner of the ship had taken one look out past the Sol system and had decided that there wasn't even a point in going on.

So she was maybe weirdly quiet as she settled in behind the counter with a few more mooby burgers than were strictly necessary and a pile of severely busted phones that she was going to throw herself into cobbling together into at least one functional phone if she could manage it, so help her. She mollified the raven by giving it a whole burger to pick at as thanks for covering for the first half of her shift, and then she set to work, tinkering in between bites of burger or pausing to go bully the Friday regulars into taking their breaks and drinking some kriffing water.

This had been an exhausting week. She was grateful it was almost over so she could move right along to dreading whatever next week had in store, next.

[OOC: Open!]

Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord had kind of failed spectacularly at this entire damn week. He was well aware of that fact. Wednesday had been a wash, he'd sort of even been called out for it on Thursday by his boss, and now he was sober and feeling much better, but Tino just kept looking at him and shaking his head.

Wouldn't say why. Fjord wasn't even going to speculate about it. He was going to just settle behind the bar and make faces at the selection of whiskeys for a few minutes before pulling out the list of mixed drinks and studying it, because knowing how to prepare these things off the top of his head seemed like a useful skill around here. Probably.

Maybe.

Eh. It would keep Tino off his case, anyway.

[OOC: Open!]

The Magic Box, Friday

[bookbeltof_love]

"Amazing!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina raved to Foomy, who was a happy, burbling goo buddy demon (that she'd stolen and if small geeky boy thought he was getting Foomy back, well, he could fight her for it; she'd win) on her shoulder as she swanned into the Magic Box. "Vette was, like, totally disappointed but oh my gosh!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Sure, Foomy couldn't understand Ryl, but she wasn't sure Foomy understood English either and after speaking it all night and the greater part of the day (she was, like, going to keep the shop open way late since she was way, way late thanks to her spaceship adventure) Nina was on a roll.

"I'm the first person from my world to ever go to another world!!!!!! And now I'm the first person ever to see the stars up close like that!!!!!!!! And all the planets!!!!!! And now, Foomy, now I know how to fly a spaceship!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Foomy burbled happily at her.

"Let's see if we can't figure out more demon summoning circles!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Because Nina clearly needed to add that to her repertoire.

The Magic Box is Open!

[And OCD free!]

The Perk - Friday mid-morning

[mages_suck]

"..What do you mean, I can't get a pumpkin spiced latte?" Fenris blinked, "The thing you've been trying to push on me for over a month, and now that I'd actually like to try one, you won't make me one?"

The barista shrugged, "Day after Thanksgiving, man. Season's over."

"But I just yesterday had a chance to find out what pumpkin pie tastes like!" Fenris argued, "Where I'm from, it's not ..sweet, like this. It's made with onion and savory spices, which I don't think go well in coffee."

"Sorry, dude, like I said. Season's over. It's peppermint mocha season now," the barista said in a bored tone.

Fenris scowled. "No. Fine. Plain black coffee for me, please."

And this is how you get a grumpy elf sitting in a comfy chair and sulking his adorable elfish face off.

[Open!]