The Magic Box, Friday

[bookbeltof_love]

Nina knew that she totally had to give Prompto his hairclips back but, well, for now she still had them as she bounced into work after doing radio.

"Hi hi hi, cuties!!!!!!" she said happily, kneeling to properly squish and cuddle the three-headed puppy. "Do you, like, want to help me make a plan???? A truly, deeply nefarious plan????????"

The puppies licked her chin eagerly.

"I'm going to take that as a yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina announced, picking up the puppy. "Come on, let's see what we can come up with, okay????????"

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

[And OCD free!]

Turtle & Canary; Friday [12/28].

[somethingwithturquoise]

So, this last week had been...interesting. Taking care of Girl meant that Summer not only had a convenient excuse for not fighting snowmonsters attacking the island, but it also meant she had an excuse for not going home for Christmas, which was always kind of a drag because her dad was just so damn extra about it all. But after the whole Snuffles/Snowball incident, the Smith household was strictly a 'no dogs allowed' home, and she was just bound by duty now, sorry not sorry. She couldn't agree to take care of a dog and then abandon her.

Of course, there was the other part of the duty that she'd taken up, and that was keeping tabs on the shelter while Zack was gone, too. Which seemed fine, because he had employees, but, oh, hey, guess what? Those employees were also gone all last week for some winter break trip, so literally everyone who worked at that place except the vet was gone last week. So that was cool. But the week was up and she didn't know if the Friday kid (who was literally a year younger than you, Summer, but okay) would be in or not or claim some sort of portal lag, but she had her own business to worry about today, because it was already Friday, and new kids were already starting next week (what? How?) and thank god for Apu, who could do all this stuff in his sleep, but she really wanted to make sure they were ready for whatever unexpected necessities might be needed for anyone just coming in and dealing with Fandom's whole...Fandomness.

She knew you couldn't really prepare for everything, but you could definitely try to prepare for most things.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Tamales
More Tamales
Red

Today's Jello Flavor
Red Hot Gelatin Salad

Turtle & Canary is open!

[[i have so many tamales, you guys.]]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette was in a pretty great mood today. Something to do with her date with Sidon yesterday coupled with the excellent gift she'd found waiting for her when she got back to the island this morning. And the gift had come with the most amusing PSA, which she'd watched several times, which was basically worth the price of this weird winter holiday all on its own.

But now it was back to the island and back to work, and so she was settling in behind the counter at Wellspring Arms, tinkering away at the droid processor she'd liberated from the junkyard a few weeks back, pretty sure she'd managed to chase out all the rust and making note of the wiring and circuitry that still needed to be replaced before she could get the thing functional again.

It was a pretty great pet project, if she did say so herself. In that, if she ever finished this project, maybe she'd have a new pet.

[OOC: Open!]

Kanan's Warehouse, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

It was Friday, where else would Kanan be but here in his warehouse again, giving a speculative look around at the decorations that were still strewn about in the wake of Christmas.

... Well, the holiday had come and gone, and while he had come in here in order to do some training, he figured it probably wouldn't hurt if he took some time to at least unwrap the crates and pull down some of the garland.

Not to mention the glitter drifts that were still spread out across the floor.

The lights and the painting of his dog in the Christmas hat, though? That could stay. Kanan had no problems with better illumination in here, or of Stance's big dumb face staring down at him while he trained.

[OOC: Open!]

Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

One of these days, Fjord was really going to have to learn his lesson about drinking the night before he had a shift to work. It wasn't like he even worked much around here. He had weekends off, he hadn't had a class to teach for nearly two weeks now, why in the world had he thought it was a good idea to go drinking with Seivarden last night instead of, say, tomorrow?

That negative wisdom modifier strikes again, clearly.

So he was taking it pretty easy at the bar tonight, the last dregs of a hangover still clinging stubbornly around the insides of his skull like gauzy spiderwebs, and while he was pouring alcohol for anybody who wanted it, he was absolutely sticking to water for himself tonight, while Tino judged him not-so-silently and the zombies smashed and crashed away on their instruments, attempting to do a set of Dolly Parton cover songs that Fjord might have appreciated a little bit better under any other circumstance.

[OOC: Open!]

Furnado Animal Shelter; Friday [12/28].

[hashtag_chocobro]

The usual Friday kid was not going to claim some sort of portal lag from his trip, despite what some temporary psuedo-bosses might be thinking right now.

Because everyone knew (or they should know, anyway) that the best cure for portal lag was a pile of puppies. And where was the best place on the island to find a pile full of puppies?

If you guessed anywhere other than Furnado, Prompto would be interested to hear about this other supposed puppy haven. But until then, he was just going to head into the shelter and spend the majority of his time laying on his back in the middle of the puppy pen, covered in puppies, giggling and ready to insist to anyone who said otherwise that this was very important work, these puppies were clearly recovering from some legit separation anxiety, okay?

Furnado is open!