T42 - Thursday 6am-6pm

[hernando_fuentes]

Hernando was still in a very good mood. He had Valentine's Day plotting to accomplish. He hummed to himself while he puttered around the store. Feeding the quokka and checking the weekend weather report. It was supposed to dip below freezing over the weekend. He checked some of the usual canisters on the wall of doom to make sure there was nothing he would run out of. It was a somewhat futile gesture; the store would never let him run out of tea he was sure but he wanted it to know that he noticed what a good job it was doing.

When he began to place the pastries out, he noticed they all had some form of dark chocolate included. Small pastry cups of dark mousse, brownies, cookies, small dark chocolate cups filled with fruit compote, and the now ever-present cupcakes. A small box of cream-filled chocolates was in the drawer and while the store did not usually carry candies, he plated those up in a decorative heap as well.

Hernando raised his eyebrows and checked his phone. Oh. That was why. He smiled and patted the counter.

One of the smaller quokka made a leap for the counter only to be tackled by a flying Dave who boxed its ears and churbled angrily at it. Hernando waited until Dave was done with herd discipline and had returned to his bed in front of the fire before scooping up the smaller mammal and carrying it over to see - but keeping it in hand so it could not leap - what was on the counter.

"You must not eat these. I am certain they smell strange and possibly delicious to you but they are made with chocolate and that is usually a bad thing for small animals to eat. Come; we will find you a piece of carrot instead." He went and found a small carrot for the quokka and sent it off with its treat.

The pussywillows were also purring and making small meows so he made sure to spend time admiring and petting them also. He was glad he'd brought them home. It still amused him a little that the one Peter had claimed was still kitten shape and had been named. Hernando spent a little time sitting in a chair near the plants. Telling the former kittenwillows who were now just smaller willows all about their sibling. In case they missed it.

[Open! Posted early to keep from posting too late. So tiredzzzzzzzzz..]
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Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [01/10].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

It seemed that winter would be a time when the reptiles in the shelter might be receiving a little extra attention from Sidon, not because he had any particular fondness for them (they were, of course, fine, but sometimes, he couldn't help looking at one of them and just seeing some tiny, miniaturized lizalfo staring right back at him), but just because their area of the shop was kept a bit warmer than some of the other areas. The place itself was kept warm enough just fine, but that little extra heat seemed necessary to help drive the chill out of him when he first arrived after the walk over.

It was also quite a bit drier over there than he liked as well, but that was where the spray bottle Prompto had so cleverly suggested came in handy, and as he spritzed himself a little when he started to feel a little uncomfortable, he sort of marveled over the fact that he hadn't thought of this himself earlier.

Furnado is open!

Syndulla Scrap, Thursday

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette had some very important setup to do in the scrapyard today.

Super important.

Sure, she had all the electronic bits that she'd sorted out last week that she wasn't quite done with, and sure, she was still working on restoring that droid processor that she'd salvaged from that corroded miniprobe casing a while back, but today's project was so much more pressing than that.

Inspired by yesterday's field trip class, she was absolutely setting up a zipline from one side of the scrapyard to the other, starting at one wall, zipping over the chompy metal bits, and then coming to a rest just shy of the starship parking. She didn't have a proper harness, but some of the straps used for securing heavier scrap worked in a pinch, and there was plenty of metal cable to run, so the line itself was totally secure.

Was it a good idea? Nah, probably not.

But was it a fun idea?

Absolutely. And hey, if this worked, maybe she'd start trying to figure out how to run one from the top of the dorms down the hill to the beach or something. A girl could dream, anyway.

[OOC: Open!]

Atlas Gym, Thursday Late Morning

[firstofitskind]

Liam had woken with a restless sort of energy today. His usual morning routine of gossiping with Verity's mice, going for a run, and returning to her apartment with breakfast had failed to burn much of it off.

So, eventually, he made his way to the gym and the practice mats, running through Tai Chi forms as a way to try and channel that energy in to something productive.

It was kind of working.

Luke's Diner, Thursday

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison walked into the diner to see the cook standing in the middle of the dining room, surrounded by painting supplies, and apparently no one else around.

"Uhhh...." Hardison asked, confused. "Do I even wanna know?"

The noise he made when the booth started talking was an embarrassing squeak he would deny until the end of days. "Camouflage body paint!" The booth said in the busboy's voice. "Cook's a fan!"

Peering closer, Hardison could see the outline of the busboy, his whole body painted over to blend seamlessly into the booth, the wall behind it, and the table that his upper body was resting on. "That's pretty good," Hardison admitted, taking in the illusion. "...An' also nasty. Look at you, wearin' just shorts in this booth where people eat. If Eliot were here, he'd fire all y'all. Go on, wash up, practice some other time, when you ain't around people tryna eat."

He sat down in another booth, shaking his head and muttering about hygiene as the busboy pulled himself up and flounced into the kitchen. "You're not wrong," said a nearby table in the dishwasher's voice.

Hardison put his head down.

Today's Specials
Pesto
Linguini in Clam Sauce
Berry Compote


[No OCD]