Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

[chirpchirpchirp]

Well, Vette could have planned her day out better when she'd signed up for classes this semester, but in her own defense, both school and proper employment were concepts that were relatively new to her on the whole. Still, she had one class first thing in the morning, and one class just after lunch, so if she just shifted her schedule slightly, she could show up after her first class, put in a full morning, and then take her second class during her lunch break and come back to work and maybe if there was time she could order out for delivery or something and try to be very subtle about stuffing slices of pizza into her face when there weren't any customers.

It seemed like a plan to her, anyway.

In actuality, she found that without a proper break her brain was lagging somewhere in the late afternoon, and so she was settling behind the counter with the biggest gun that she could actually still comfortably lift (apparently this place had some pretty impressive ordnance in stock) and was trying to engage her mind again by taking the entire thing apart, piece by piece, and putting it back together again. A few times. Just to be certain she knew her way around it.

[OOC: Open!]

Turtle & Canary; Friday [01/04].

[white_oleander]

So Astrid had survived the first week back; as she settled into her new day at Turtle & Canary, she wondered if that was sort of how this new shift would feel, like the end of something, the tail end of her slog through another week. It wasn't really that bad, though most of her classes, so desperate to resemble something like a normal high school curriculum, only reminded her of her desire to stay home in California. The week hadn't done anything to sway her ambivalence about being here, and she sighed as she settled in behind the register.

At least Summer had given her a stack of new signs to make and she had her sketchbook with her to help fill the time, too, and she wanted to get a letter to her mother written, to drop off at the post office before heading back to her room, where she still hadn't found any inspiration for the wall, despite being a little sick of looking at the same thing.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Blue Raspberry
Somber Strawberry
Red

Turtle & Canary is open! And Astrid was feeling vaguely called out by a drink machine.

Kanan's Warehouse, Friday Morning and Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

It was an odd thing, to have his schedule shifted around somewhat through the week. Yesterday had been Kanan's class, for example. In two days, there would be his Luke's shift, and then, the three days to follow would be empty. Free for him to... take in the bar, or go to movie night or spend time with friends or to lean, hard, into the smallest beads of a rebellion back home.

And after the way his conversation with Hera had ended at the countdown on Monday night, he felt, perhaps, like he was going to need to put a lot more of his focus into mostly that last one.

Be a better rebel. Being a better Jedi was something that he'd have to put his efforts into while he was here, four days on, three days off again, give it his all while he could and then shove it down somewhere dark, with a disassembled lightsaber and a holocron that remained hidden away entirely and the Force only a distant thought belonging to a destroyed Order who people already spoke of in hushed tones, like figments of their imaginations, like legends of things that went bump in the night.

When he made his way to the warehouse today, he would spend his time waiting for people by clearing a place on the floor, sitting himself on it, and then meditating in the Force. And that meditation left the room looking faintly celestial as the glitter still left over from the girls' holiday decorating hung in the air around him. His eyes remained shut as the vague beginnings of something that could almost be mistaken for tiny galaxies in their own right emerged from the chaos, spiral arms reaching out as those specks of reflective dust found a lazy orbit in the currents of the Force.

He had arrived early today, having no classes in the morning. And until people arrived or reached out to him otherwise, this was going to be how he was content to spend hours.

[OOC: Open warehouse is open!]

Furnado Animal Shelter; Friday [01/04].

[hashtag_chocobro]

So Prompto now had his very own doggo!

...well, okay, not really, technically speaking, he now had a doggo to take care of, which was just as good, really, especially considering the last time he'd taken care of someone else's doggo, it sparked the best thing to ever happen in his life. Soooooooo when Summer had oh so handwavily because I'm lazy swung into the shelter that morning to explain the situation with Girl and whether or not he'd be interested in taking up the mantle, it was a no-brainer. He couldn't understand for the life of him why Summer wouldn't want to keep the job for herself, but, hey, he wasn't going to complain. He adored Girl, and she was so sweet and well-behaved, a lot like Tiny had been! Only...not tiny!

And he knew his roommate wouldn't even mind because he didn't even have a roommate anymore, so having Girl around would be doubly-nice. One: dogs were always great. Two: it was getting a little lonely in that room after being used to having Jason around. Which was funny, because he'd never even had a roommate before, but it was interesting how quickly you got used to something and how strange it was once that something was gone.

Even better? He was already at the shelter when this all went down, so it was a good thing this place was good about converting rupees to dollars, because Prompto was spending all his Hyrule-earned cash on making sure Girl had the best set-up in the whole dorms.

Well, not all. He was going to set aside a little to make a Get Well package for Nina after hearing her radio this morning, too. That he would send to her via squirrel. Because he'd rather not also get plagued, thanks.

Furnado is open!

Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord's brow creased slightly a couple of minutes into his shift at Caritas tonight. He'd gone to reach for a rag, intending to clean a spill courtesy of Tino attempting to demonstrate his fancy drink mixing tricks, and instead he jumped a little and came out of the drawer with a handful of spaghetti.

"Saving this for later, Tino?"

Tino insisted he had no idea where that had come from. And Fjord found that he really had little choice but to believe him when, through his shift, plates of spaghetti began just... turning up in strange places around the bar. In the sink. On a barstool. In the guitar case of one of the members of the band. Just... spaghetti.

He figured it was still a step up from peppermint weapons, finally locating a spaghetti-free rag and getting another one of Tino's drink-mixing attempts cleaned up from the countertop.

Caritas was open. Have some spaghetti.

[OOC: When in doubt, google what weird holiday is today. Open!]

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Friday [01/04].

[special_rabbit]

Without any current jobs or projects, with the Crumbler all spruced up and spiffied out from her whole traumatic ordeal with the snowmen, Amaya found herself in that awkward spot that she hadn't been in for a while: idle. Which was interesting, because idle was more often the default around Daventry, but she'd been running busy 'round here since she practically opened the doors. It was a little weird coming down that morning and not entirely knowing what to do with herself. Well, there were always lesson plans, try to actually strategize for her class rather than just going in on whatever suited her mood that day. She wanted to put together a good project for Fjord to work on, too, 'specially now that he'd be on his own for most of his Wednesday now, but she didn't want to just hand him some busy work, it would be important to both of them that what he worked on was useful and had a purpose. And she figured she could always brush up on her own technicals, never hurt to spit out a new weapon or two for the wall and anyone coming in not looking for something so custom-made.

But that's when she noticed a crate there by the counter, one she hadn't remembered ordering and one she was pretty sure Fjord hadn't missed on Wednesday, because it hadn't been there yesterday, but a mystery crate was always a good way to chase off a little idle-hand boredom. She grabbed a crowbar and a hammer and made swift time in cracking it open to reveal a whole box just filled with a variety of old, dungeony-style padlocks.

"Well, then," she said to no one in particular, because there was no one there but maybe squirrels, "I think we know what we're doing today!"

Keys. It would be keys. And while the padlocks weren't actually locked onto anything, the mystery of getting the right key shape was all the fun, anyway. And, hey, if anyone wanted any old, cumbersome iron padlocks with bright shiny new keys, well, then, Amaya had you covered!

The Forge is open!

Syndulla Scrap, Friday

[futurespacemom]

Vette had done quite a bit of organizing yesterday, as well as, Hera was pleased to see, fixing some things.

So today, Hera was going through some of the newer things that hadn't been separated out yet, and making notes for her of anything useful that might help with those repairs.

At least those Chopper wasn't claiming for himself.

"There's no way that wheel will fit, Chop, and it's not very sturdy. Sorry, buddy."

It was a process.

The scrapyard was open!

The Holoscene, Friday afternoon

[thishouseishaunted]

Mae was really starting to get to know the town pretty well. Spending a week bouncing around on the rooftops and wandering over every street at least twice would do that. For the most part, the town seemed to be just the weirdo-hippie side of standard: you had your fast food place (she didn't know Moobies at all, but she assumed it was a southern thing); your convenience store (which didn't even have an animal in the name, what the hell?); you variety of restaurant options, including a diner (which either served weirdly non-diner-ish food, or had a really sarcastic person doing the specials signs); your miscellaneous shops. There was no big box store, just the Turtle & Canary, but that wasn't too weird for a small town; Possum Springs hadn't even gotten a Donut Wolf until the highway came through. Small towns were just like that, sometimes.

And then there was this place. Mae had no idea what this place was. It wasn't the comic book shop or the arcade (no way was Fandom big enough to support two of either of those). She was pretty sure it wasn't another bar, though she supposed this place could be drunk enough to support three of those. Looking through the window didn't help; all she saw was a counter and a couple closed doors.

Also, as far as she could tell (and she had a pretty good eye for these sorts of things), ( it was abandoned. )

[establishy, unless someone has a really good reason to be here too. The fact that Mae was snooping around the Holoscene can be broadcast, but not the actual sneaking in, please! Mae is now in charge of the local public holographic facilities. Mwahahahaha!]