Furnado Animal Shelter; Sunday [01/06].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Since Summer knew she'd be dragging herself out of her apartment at least for the weekly drop-in at Luke's, she figured she might as well make the most of her Sunday and make it her main day for keeping tabs on the shelter. Or at least for this week. Who knew? The nice thing about it was that she could just pop in whenever she felt like it, especially since Zack was still handling some of the finer deets remotely. She wasn't even entirely sure what she was supposed to be doing, really, except maybe just making sure the place didn't burn down or the animals didn't escape and start running amuck or whatever and maybe just making sure the orders being placed for product matched up with the orders that were arriving, making sure any new arrivals were situated and comfortable and all good to go.

She didn't know exactly how it had happened. She was sitting at the counter, just going through some of the paperwork on the pets to get to know more about them, and when she went to get up, she'd discovered there'd been a cat curled up on her lap. She blinked, looked down at the cat, wondered just how long she'd been there, and the cat blinked, looked back up at her, and started to purr. There was almost something aggressive in that purr, like it was a reminder to Summer that the cat was currently very comfortable and it would kind of be a shame if anyone were to disturb that comfort. You didn't really need to get up right then, now, did you, Summer??

Summer blinked at the cat again, who took a second to yawn dramatically, before settling in even more comfortably.

...y'know, the cat was probably right. She didn't need to get up, anyway...

Furnado is open!

Groovy Tunes, Sunday

[furnaceface]

Right, then. First week of the new semester was under everybody's belt, people were starting to settle in, what better time to put out the ol' NOW HIRING sign in the window than today?

... Sure, the stereo seemed to be on its old nonsense today, playing a Best of Queen album nonstop with no way of shutting it off, but given that it was Queen, just for once Jono was willing to let it slide.

Have at it, stereo. Have at it.

[OOC: Open! And with free shifts every day but Saturday!]

Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle was once again in a pretty damn good mood as he made his way in to work today, pulled out the nail kit that the more secret of his secret santas had given to him, and started humming to himself as he painted his nails in reds and oranges and sandy yellows, trying to emulate the look of an Arrakis sunset. In the window he had a Now Hiring sign, since he could probably make good use of more than one employee and all. But mostly? Nails.

They were looking pretty damn great, if he did say so himself.

[OOC: Open! Shifts free here too, every day but Monday!]

Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

"What..."

"Don't look at my shame."

"No," Kanan said, squinting at the dish in front of him. "No, I think you're going to have to explain this one to me."

The cook looked anxious for a few moments, and then just kind of shoved the dish toward Kanan.

"It's one of the specials for the day."

"... Fine."

He wasn't paid enough to police these idiots all the time.

Welcome to Luke's!
Today's Specials:
Sausage and Cheese Pancake Breakfast Casserole
Smoked Trout Pancakes
Pulled Pork Pancake Sliders

He really did worry about the cook sometimes, though.

[OOC: Open!]

Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

"Why does everything smell like garlic in here?"

Tino froze. The zombies froze. The garlic sculpture on the bar...

... well, it didn't do much of anything.

"Space," Atton growled, stomping into the building. "Are you kidding me?! I'm gone for one week--"

He came to a quick stop by the bar. "... Fine! I guess it's garlic martinis for everyone today!"

Oh boy.

[[ open ]]

Covent Garden Flowers - Sunday

[mages_suck]

Fenris phased through the door and was immediately attacked by Tickles, who leapt off the counter and attached himself to the shirt. "You are such a pain," Fenris complained, but he nuzzled his chin against the kittenwillow's head when it burred a purr against his neck.

The flowers and plants had decided to take up some sort of ..music? Was that supposed to be singing? It wasn't terrible, it was some sort of hummed choral chanting. Not something he usually expected from the plants but not entirely unpleasant.

"Why are you singing?" he asked them.

The plants didn't answer. They almost never did.

Almost never did.

[Open!]

Magic Box, Sunday

[nuclear_snide]

Nothing was going on today in the Magic Box that shouldn't be, so Bob was spending his time...eyeing things suspiciously, mostly. He didn't trust it.

When he wasn't doing that, he was making notes in a book - well, sort of in it. They hovered over each page, but he'd gotten them to stick with the proper pages. There were some useful things in here for a budding wizard, and Bob felt he'd been rather remiss on some of the theory Norman might need to know.

Also he was bored and loved commenting on spells.

The Magic Box was open!

Atlas Gym, Monday (1/7)

[notallbluemonks]

It was safe to say that Beau hadn't been expecting to walk into work this morning and get rained on, indoors, by popcorn -- which was exactly what happened when she showed up to start her shift.

". . . really?" she asked the ceiling, and took a fluffy kernel to the eye for an answer. "Ow! Motherf--"

Yeah, it was going to be one of those kinds of days, and there was a small basket of umbrellas by the door a large bowl of popcorn on the front counter. There were also popcorn drifts around the sides of the machines and a sprinkling of popcorn on the weight benches and Beau's parkour course, but eating those might be less advisable.

Not that Beau -- who had one of the new member package duffel bags open behind the counter to collect as much popcorn as she could for herself -- would care one way or another if you chose to. The consequences were on you if you did, dude.

[[Gym is open! SP quite likely during the day.]]