Furnado Animal Shelter; Friday [11/30].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto was starting to think that his shifts at Furnado were going to very quickly become just as much a mystery game about figuring out just exactly what Sidon had been up to the day before as it was about taking care of the animals and doing things like stocking shelves and taking care of things that might be coming in. At least this time, it wasn't so much that his coworker had been slacking off so much as the fact that Prompto was now finding the most random things in the most bizarre places, enough so that he thought maybe it had nothing to do with the Zora and was just the island being the island.

He supposed he'd wait until next week, to see how things went. If it was a normal day next week, then he'd chalk it up as a non-issue, but if not...dude, come on.

Like, seriously, was that a stapler buried in all the pet beds? And what was up with all the hand-sized, hexagonal green gems he was finding literally everywhere? It almost felt like a treasure hunt, once Prompto realized there were several of them buried in various spots around the shelter, which he didn't really so much mind, especially since he was pretty sure he was hearing a little fanfare every time he inadvertently uncovered one, which either meant he was going crazy or that life here on this planet was more like a video game than anyone would give it credit for.

He didn't want to complain or anything, of course, because that was pretty awesome, but rupee hunting was a distraction that Prompto did not need right now when he should be, you know, working.

Furnado is open!

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

[chirpchirpchirp]

Okay, sell guns (but not to creepy people) and make sure kids didn't have sex in the meditation room.

Sell guns. No sex in the meditation room.

Vette could do those things. And that's what she'd been repeating to herself as she made her way in for her first shift working for Cable, today. She was maybe a little bit extra anxious about today, like she was waiting for the other foot to come slamming down after she'd gotten the job so easily last weekend in a fit of spite, but until that moment came, she would be here. Doing her job.

You know, selling guns to not-creepy-people, and making sure kids didn't have sex in the meditation room.

Actually, it was all pretty straightforward that way, wasn't it?

Well, then she was going to spend her shift getting to know her way around the stock and investigating the shooting range and the meditation room. At least one of those two things, she might actually make use of, too. She was really going to have to ask Hera if she had a spare set of ear protection that was fitted for Twi'leks, though. Apparently Earth guns were loud. Which... really explained some things about her last visit to a shooting range, actually.

[OOC: Open!]

That One Warehouse, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan had brought the dog with him to the warehouse today. At least partly because he'd dimly remembered that morning that Seivarden had decided she was going to visit the warehouse with her cat (which, admittedly, he was feeling a bit weird about) and partly because he was just having a 'spend extra time with the dog' kind of day.

Anyway, he'd gone to collect Stance after class and had come down here to the warehouse again, and then he'd settled down on the floor in the middle of the room to spend some time meditating.

Look, it was easier to meditate around an excited dog than it was to do swordwork with a live blade, particularly if Issa were to end up in here, too.

So, anybody to come into the warehouse today would find Kanan, seated on the floor, reaching out through the Force, a few smaller crates hanging suspended in the air around him. And they would find Stance, trotting around the warehouse happily with his tongue lolling out of his head, investigating things and occasionally looking back at Kanan as he admonished him, through the Force, for sticking his nose into things that dogs really shouldn't be sticking their noses into.

[OOC: Open!]

Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord was in a pretty damn good mood today as he came in for his shift, in spite of Tino's usual side-eye of him as he stepped inside the building and settled himself behind the bar. Last night had seen another fitful sleep for him, sure, one which had been plagued by vivid dreams of Vandren and life on the ship that had left his morning feeling directionless and out of sorts, but he'd mostly recovered from that by noon with the assistance of far too much coffee.

Amaya was going to get him hooked on the stuff. Or maybe just his penchant for fitful sleep these days would manage the same.

Anyway, he was here, behind the bar, and if he happened to have his fifth coffee of the day in hand as he prepared himself for his shift... at least he was decently functional as a result?

[OOC: I maintain that the three hours of sleep I got last night were completely worth staying up and listening to last night's episode of Critical Role live HOLY MOLY. Open!]

Turtle & Canary; Friday [11/30].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer knew it was coming; of course she did, how could she not? But she thought she might at least have one more day before she would walk into her store and hear the Christmas music playing. But there it was, and there she knew it would stay, and that was fine, she didn't really mind Christmas music, Christmas was still a little weird for her after the exploding Santa incident, sure, but she did like it and she was looking forward to the holiday spirit and all it entailed...

...but did it have to be so loud? Like, seriously, she could barely hear herself think over all those blaring trumpet fanfares and choral interludes. And when she asked Apu about it, he just shrugged and said he tried to turn it down, but it wouldn't. The sound system was literally turned all the way to zero, and yet the music was still aggressively present in all their ear holes.

So she shot a text to Amaya to at least come check it out, but she had a feeling this was going to go the way of the Squishy machine and its insistence on red, but, hey, at least it was worth a try.

Welcome to Turtle & Canary
Special Today! Free Noise Canceling Earplugs with Each Purchase!
(You're welcome.)

Today's Squishy Flavors
A-Wassailing
Boughs of Holly
Red

Today's Jello Flavor
Spiced Orange

Turtle & Canary is open! (and loud)

[[welcome to my morning yesterday. i'm still not sure if they finally found the volume on the sound system by the end of the day, or if I just assimilated to it, but my ears are still ringing]]

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Friday [11/30].

[special_rabbit]

With the exception of an unsuccessful call out to T&C about the sound system there (Amaya suggested Summer either contact someone with more technological skill than she, or perhaps someone versed in the elimination of curses, instead, because her ultimate solution was just beating the stereo with a hammer, and she doubted it would do much good, anyway), Amaya was spending her day at the forge hammering out some of her ideas for how to implement those materia slots for Zack's sword. Which was an easy enough concept, sure, but the problem was that there were so many ideas on just how to do it that she couldn't possibly decided on just one.

So. Prototypes. A few different little pieces of metal that could easily be worked into the design of a sword, that looked great on paper, but she wouldn't know which was the right one until she'd actually had it firm and real and metal in her hands.

And, hey, bright side: if anyone else was in the market for a materia-capable weapon, by the end of the day, she'd have...lots of options for them to choose from.

The Forge is open!

The Magic Box, Friday

[bookbeltof_love]

Nina… had, well, she'd had great plans involving more demon summoning circles because she was pretty sure she'd figured out which one was the one that summoned more Foomy types of demons but she needed to confirm that and before she'd gotten into work, that had been her plan.

Only, once she got there, she discovered the most adorable, teeny, three-headed dog ever

"Oh my goooooooooooosh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she squealed. "Lookit you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Two of the heads were more interested in sniffing at Foomy than paying attention to her, but Nina just about died of glee when the third head licked her fingers.

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

[And OCD free!]

Syndulla Scrap, Friday

[futurespacemom]

Hera was pleasantly surprised to find that Vette had managed to identify quite a bit of the scrap she couldn't. Apparently things really had changed between their times. She made a note of it all, then sat down to try to figure out what to pay someone in local currency that was fair, then how to convert local to Kanan's fuel costs in their galaxy.

Hera could calculate hyperdrive jumps with the best of them, but this sort of math was driving her crazy.

Still, the scrapyard was open!

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

Liam was in a good mood as he made his way in to the station today. Yesterday's lunch with Dominic out in Baltimore had actually gone... pretty smoothly?

(Probably because Liam had definitely let him win the game of chess they'd played over said lunch.)

As soon as he walked in to the station, though, he was greeted by a shout from Ralph of "THE FLOOR IS LAVA!" Instinctively, he looked down, because this was Fandom and you never knew.

"Sir, you're gonna die of lava if you don't find something to stand on," Ralph informed him solemnly, from his perch on Calvin's desk. "Here," he kicked the chair over to the doorway.

Liam just gave Ralph, and then the chair, a Look before sitting down and scooting the chair over to his office. Apparently today was just going to be Like That.