Turtle & Canary; Friday [12/07].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer had a lot of work today, sure. It was the holidays, it was a new season, there were orders and projections and budgeting to do. But today, she was mostly just distracted by the cluster of stringed lights that had gathered near the door, just waiting for the next customer to come in, with the sole intention of just...following them around the store, the way some of them had followed her into the store earlier. She was mostly weirdly fascinated by them because she was trying to figure out exactly what the point of it was. They didn't exactly do anything except follow them around, sometimes trying to be a little sneaky about it, but they weren't attacking, they weren't getting in anyone's way, they weren't even judging, silently or otherwise, anyone's purchasing decisions. So she didn't really see much of an issue with them in the store, as long as they stayed benignly weird. If anything, maybe them stalking everyone would be an added security measure, make people think twice about lifting anything off the shelves, not that it was ever much of an issue around here.

But the best parts about watching them were the moments when the doors opened and a customer did come in, and all the individual strings got so excited and competitive to be the one to stalk the person that they wound up mostly just tangling themselves up in each other, and it took about a good half hour, if not more, for them to get detangled again. Some of them, she was sure, would probably never get untangled again.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Fruitcake
Eggnog
Red

Today's Jello Flavor
Strawberry Candy Cane

Turtle & Canary is open!

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette was in an amazing mood at work today.

Mostly.

Yesterday, at least after she'd escaped the singing birds, had been good. More good than she'd ever really figured she'd get all at once, and so she had started today practically humming, a bit of extra bounce in her step as she went. Today was... weird. Weird in a different way from birds.

Today as she made her way to the Wellspring Arms for her shift, she could swear she was being followed. There was a sort of... dragging, tinkling, slithering sound behind her, and it picked up its pace as she picked up hers right up until she stepped up behind the counter for the day and something earned itself a good stomping on as it wrapped around her ankle.

"Okay," she said, pointing at it sternly as it skulked away again, nursing a broken lightbulb, "you brought that one on yourself. Rude."

The rest of her day was going to be spent keeping the creeping lights out of the range and the meditation room, because being startled in the first could be nothing shy of disastrous, and being startled in the second wasn't very meditative at all.

[OOC: Open!]

Kanan's Warehouse He Might As Well Just Admit It, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan squinted at the string of lights that had crept up behind him in the warehouse as he trained. His lightsaber wasn't made out of peppermint today? He was training. That was the rule. Any day that would let him train, he was going to train.

The creeping lights, however, meant that it was going to be an eventful training session. A good many of them found themselves being cut clean in two before they seemed to get a clue and kept their distance from him.

It was, uh, possible that Kanan had tied one of the halves around one of the warehouse's support beams as a warning to the others. Crude? Absolutely. Functional? Definitely.

He'd left the dog at home today anyway, though. This was not a situation he wanted Stance in the middle of, especially not while there would be blades swinging around.

[OOC: Open!]

Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Caritas was... very festively illuminated tonight. It had taken a little persuasion but Fjord was excellent at persuasion checks, but eventually he'd been able to negotiate a truce with the lights that had been following him around all day. If, instead of harassing patrons, they wound their way up the walls and along the ceiling, he wouldn't intervene if they decided to wrap around Tino.

It was possible that the brightest part of the entire bar was where Tino was standing tonight, covered head to toe in twinkling lights, still somehow managing to serve drinks whenever somebody flagged him down for them.

Fjord had the sneaking suspicion that Tino didn't like him much.

[OOC: Open!]

Furnado Animal Shelter; Friday [12/07].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

It had been cute, really, how the little strings of lights slithering like snakes along the ground today thought they could actually stalk the cats and dogs around the shelter that day without having it being turned right back around on them. The result of this particular December shenanigan made for a wonderfully chaotic show of back-and-forth between the animals and the lights, an exciting game of who would catch who first, filled with an incredible amount of wonderful pounces and hiding around corners, a few tumbles and tangles, and more than enough moments of Sidon sweeping in at just the right moment to prevent any of the animals from actually trying to eat their stringed-lights prey.

Just when he thought he mood couldn't possibly get any better, too!

Furnado is open!

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

Liam still couldn't quite shake the melancholy that had settled over him yesterday. Which, apparently the lights were taking as a personal offense, having followed him in to the station and draped themselves amongst the desks.

"No," Liam said, pinching the bridge of his nose as he listened to someone on the other end of the phone. "You can't report a string of lights for stalking you. Because they're lights. They'll be gone by tomorrow."

He hung up the phone with a sigh. Really. What was he supposed to do about stalking lights? Lock them up? How?

Syndulla Scrap, Friday

[futurespacemom]

Okay, the weird light things were getting out of hand. Enough so that a few hours into her day, Hera opened the pen and let out the nearly-tame bitey thing and a few of its not-quite-tame-but-at-least-they-weren't-biting-her friends. They tore around the place gnashing and gnawing on anything not-humanoid that moved, which meant that the light strands were being given a run for their money, and Chopper was shocking them whenever they got too close.

Which was win-win, really; he seemed to be having fun.

Syndulla Scrap was open; mind your fingers!