Kanan's Warehouse, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Okay, so... Kanan could live with the holiday decorating that had clearly gone on in his warehouse overnight. It was... ostentatious, he figured was the word for it... a little more well-illuminated than he was used to.

There had been some, ah, some paint involved. And the crates were almost all wrapped up to look like large presents. He suspected that whatever it was that had gone on in here hadn't been the island's holiday weirdness, but he was willing to give it a day or so to process what to make of it before getting too concerned.

Maybe by then he'd admit it was all actually kind of nice. In a fairy lights and tinsel sort of way. He'd have to clear the tinsel out if he wanted to bring his dog back around, but the lights were fine enough, and... He glanced at the pile of training weapons and squinted a little. Were those candy stripes?

...

No, you know what, he was going to just use his lightsaber instead. A tactic that lasted all of three steps into his first form, when he lunged forward and found himself holding a well-lit tree branch.

........

So if anybody came into the warehouse today, Kanan was going to just be on the floor, meditating, with holiday baubles suspended in the air around him. Today seemed like a good day for meditation.

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

[chirpchirpchirp]

Was Vette completely wiped out today at work? Why yes! Yes she was! She hadn't been aware that there was such a thing as a sugar and caffeine hangover, but here she was, absolutely nursing one that made her brain ache so much she could feel it almost halfway down her lekku.

So, naturally, she was nursing it with another Coke.

The bears had given her a lot, okay?

Wellspring Arms was open. It was possible that the range was going to be closed on account of sudden, unexpected tree boughs today.

[OOC: OCD-freeeeee today.]

Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord stepped behind the bar today, looking... not cranky. Exasperated.

He was exasperated.

There had been an... incident... earlier... that had resulted in a bit of a shock. Because sudden magically-appearing tree boughs covered in electric lights didn't mix well with saltwater.

He wasn't talking about it.

He was starting his shift here tonight with a shot of whiskey, though. Just the one. Why couldn't Fandom have a nice, normal winter holiday, like Winter's Crest, anyway?

[OOC: Open! And that is it for my Friday spam, I swear it.]

Turtle & Canary; Friday [12/14].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Figuring today would be a mostly slow day, Summer was going through some paperwork and sales reports at the counter between customers, idly sort of plugging in numbers into a calculator so she could figure out projections for next month and see how to handle any windfall once the big shopping season was over.

Still, the numbers were...surprising, even though she'd expected a little bit of an uptick in some of the merchandise, and, after double-checking by entering it all in again, she let out a low, impressed whistle.

"Man, Apu," she said, shaking her head, but looking delighted, "we are killing it with the holiday stuff." Especially lights, it seemed. "Wonder what it's all being used for..."

If only you knew, Summer. If. Only.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Wintergreen
Spearmint
Red

Today's Jello Flavor
Scott's Holiday Salad*

Turtle & Canary is open!

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*Summer didn't know who Scott was, but she both feared and respected him at a level she couldn't quite comprehend.

The Park, Friday Afternoon

[magnusrushesin]

Magnus had totally promised Octavia a spar earlier in the month, but things got in the way. Mostly timezones and travel, but not for, like, live shows or anything like that.

So he was making up for it today. Today of all days.

Which was why there was a beefy dude with Starbucks waiting around in the park. He'd made a compromise with a Candlelights sweater over his armor. Sleeves ripped off.

It looked ridiculous.

[open post!]

Furnado Animal Shelter; Friday [12/14].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Right around the time the vet was about to write Prompto off as a no-show for the day was exactly when he came all but skidding into the shelter. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he blurted out frantically, between breaths, because he'd obviously bolted over here as soon as he realized why he had that feeling that he was just forgetting to do something kind of important today. "I forgot! But it's okay! I'm here now! What needs to be done?"

"You forgot?" the vet arched a skeptical brow.

"I don't know, man!" Prompto just shrugged. "It's Sidon's fault! Switching last week got me all messed up or something! ....whatever, you can't tell me there's been any dire pressing issues or something that needed to be taken care of right away or anything."

And he was right, she couldn't, because there weren't, so he was just going to be lofty about it for a second before going to apologize to the puppies for being late, because at least they would appreciate that he really did feel bad for being late.

Furnado is open!

[[lol method rp!]]