Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette was actually kind of humming to herself as she showed up for her shift at Wellspring Arms. Yesterday had been pretty good - helped in no small part by a lunch provided by the best big red boyfriend in the multiverse - and she was pretty certain she'd get more used to her skewed schedule to account for classes as the semester went on. In a little late because ballet, lunch a little late because diplomacy, stay a little late because job. Easy.

She wasn't even contemplating whether she could set up a zipline in here, so that was good, right? Especially since one from the counter to that far wall over there would just have her zipping right into a display of rifles.

Oof.

She'd just sit at the counter and occupy herself with rewiring her droid processor between customers. Sooner or later she'd have to build a casing for it, figure out whether to keep it in a probe body or to build a different sort of chassis for it, but for the time being, hey, wires.

[OOC: Open!]

Kanan's Warehouse, Friday Morning/Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Still with no real clue about what to do with himself on Friday mornings around this place without a class, Kanan had made his way to the warehouse early again. All the better for pulling out his holocron and meditating on it, watching the recording of Skywalker going over modifications he'd made to the Ataru form back during the war. He only really used Ataru when pitting lightsaber against blaster fire, but the refresher was good, and anything Kanan could use to get an edge, even if he never wound up igniting his lightsaber back home, he was going to take.

Keeping your saber moving is the key to deflecting the fire of multiple adversaries...

Kanan hoped it would never come to that.

He had seen enough to know that, now that he had fully committed himself to Hera's cause, it eventually would. And so he had his lightsaber out and was following along.

Practice these exercises mindfully, and you'll see improvement, I promise.

"Yeah," Kanan sighed, "that's the hope, isn't it?"

One, two, three, pivot...

[OOC: Open!]

Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Another week, another shift at the bar. This week, Fjord was braced for weirdness, since it seemed as though it had been going around the place. He looked around for wayward spaghetti, tried the taps to make certain the beer was running as beer... Nah, it was all good.

It wasn't until he pulled out a glass to fill it for the first customer of the night that he had to pause to squint into it. It had been empty when he reached to pick it up, but the moment he had?

"Calamari...?"

He tried another glass, and it filled up with fried squid pieces, too. And that set off a hunt around the bar to try to find something he could fill with alcohol instead.

Fishbowls. Apparently tonight was going to be Fishbowl Friday, whether people wanted them or not.

Caritas is open. Help yourself to a nice tall glass of squid.

[OOC: Open!]

Furnado Animal Shelter; Friday [01/11].

[hashtag_chocobro]

It started out simply enough; Prompto had decided that he and Girl were going to have a photoshoot day at the shelter, so that he could snap a bunch of good pictures to send to Zack to let him know she was doing well and was in totally good hands (because he knew that if he had to leave behind his dog to go traipsing around back home, he'd definitely want as many adorable updates as possible), but he'd only gotten a few shots in before the familiar message of his memory being full popped up and he had to take a moment to go through his jam-packed-full album and get some of them saved to the external album he had because it was impossible to just delete them.

And it was also impossible not to get a little squishy and nostalgic as he went through some of the pictures still on his memory. Some as recent as the one's he'd taken from the zipline in Field Trip class two days ago, pictures of the newbie picnic last week, pictures of Hyrule, pictures of him and Yang kissing in Hyrule...pictures of them all dancing (mysteriously having captured him in the picture despite being the one to have taken it) to defeat those snow-jerks, nearly every animal in the entire shelter, that picture of Nell he'd told Nina he'd get. There were pictures from homecoming, from Greece, from the first welcome picnic, one of those first selfies with Vette where she taught him how good of a word 'Wookiee" was to get people to smile, the shuttle bus, the view of Eos on his way out, and, finally, that last picture he'd taken of him in the guys, in Noct's apartment, him and the prince mugging it for the camera in the foreground, Ignis caught in the act of pushing up his glasses, Gladio rolling his eyes but there was still a faint, amused smile on his face...

And that one pulled at Prompto's chest a little harder than he'd expected, and it hit him like brick that he hadn't seen any of those ugly mugs in person since he came here. Maybe...maybe he should see what it would take to arrange a trip home. Maybe just for the weekend, or something. He didn't even have to be back on Monday, since he didn't have any classes until Tuesday. If he let Noct know, he could probably foot the bill for it, too. He could get in some training, just hang out with them again...

Weird, how you didn't realize how much you could miss people until you actually stopped distracting yourself and were forced to look at it...

...not that he imagined they'd be missing him nearly half as much, but still...

So Prompto, biting his lip nervously, hesitated a moment as he leaned on his elbows on the counter, his foot dancing a little in the air behind him, before he decided to hit Noctis with a text.

Yo bro. wyd?

Furnado is open!

Turtle & Canary; Friday [01/11].

[white_oleander]

It had been a week of mountains and valleys for Astrid, the dull ache for California beginning to fade but still clinging tight to her heart, but dance class had been a surprising break in her inspirational block. She had the spark of an idea, sat on it through art class, and then pulled out her sketchbook today to work on developing that idea in between customers.

There were probably other things that needed doing, but she didn't want to lose the first big flash of desire to create and not just idly sketch things simply to have something for her hands to do that she'd had since she got back. And maybe, just maybe, after the weekend, if she managed to get something done about that wall, she'd feel a little better about the fact that she hadn't pushed harder to stay at home instead of returning.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Blood Orange
Pomegranate
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Friday [01/11].

[special_rabbit]

Amaya knew it shouldn't be that big of a deal, really; the order had been pretty standard, nothing even exciting, just replacement spearheads for a couple dozen spears that barely got any use. The work was simple, Fjord's finishing skills already easily up to par, and she's spent most of her day yesterday tempering them up a little more and finishing them off some more, but she still couldn't help taking the time that day, as she packed them carefully into crates to be sent off to Daventry, to inspect each one as she loaded them in. Maybe sharpen up a few more of them here. Trim off a little wonky excess bump there. Make sure each one met her standards before being settled into the crate.

Sure, she hadn't even made these, and she was pretty sure no one in the Daventry Guard would even notice the attention she'd given each one before sending them off, but they still had her name attached to them, and she wouldn't let anything less than perfect fly for that if she could help it.

It wasn't as if she had much else on her plate at the moment, anyway, except maybe a new dagger idea that she'd been thinking of pursuing, but there'd always be time for daggers.

The Forge is open!

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

Yesterday's spar with Beau had done a good job of putting some of that restless energy towards something productive. Today... today was apparently for going through reports regarding Caritas' supposed transformation in to an Olive Garden. Which Rosa had well in hand, it seemed.

So Liam went out for a quick patrol of the island, during which he found one of the raccoons set up near the docks selling, of all things, bootleg Portalocity credits. Liam hadn't actually known that was possible.

"You realize that's a terrible idea?" Liam asked the raccoon, after he finally managed to get it in to the station and the interview room (don't ask how). "Portalocity travel is already unreliable at best, and now you're introducing bootleg credits to the system? That's a real good way to end up with one of the students stranded on some world full of things that want to eat them, with no reliable way of getting back. Trust me, you don't want to be on the hook for that."

Yeah, so. There was a raccoon in the cells again. Hopefully no one had actually bought a portal from it during that particular short-lived commercial venture.

Fandom Island Gazette, Friday

[whatdattonguedotho]

Eddie had started this week off hopefully to get out and drum up some advertising for the paper. Mostly so people knew it existed.

But instead, he'd been lured into the records room. And it had been... a bit of a time suck as he caught up on some of the news of the island. Everything from vampires to gnome theft.

"And you guys sold no papers?" he asked, side-eying a deer as it lurked by the coffee pot.

It just made a disgruntled deer noise back at him, somehow producing a full coffee cup when he'd looked away for five seconds.

"Okay, we'll. Uh. Work on that."

Step one was going out to local businesses. Maybe he should make a list of them...

[very open business]

The Holoscene, Friday

[thishouseishaunted]

So Mae had now met at least one other person who was super into the idea of this place. She wasn't sure how she felt about sharing it -- this place was basically magic, and exactly what she needed to deal with her anger issues -- but she also kind of felt that a place this magical couldn't be kept to herself.

This was, like, a public good or something. Right?

So after spending a glorious morning smashing up another holographic town, Mae made her way into the lobby area and opened the front door.

There, that was enough advertising for now. If people weren't the sort to wander into a random open store with no outside indicators of what the store actually was. . . . Well, that was their loss. For not being curious.

Ooo, maybe there was a rock band program!

[open!]

The Magic Box, Friday

[bookbeltof_love]

"Okay, okay, I'll play with you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

That was how Nina's day (after radio) started with her playing with the three-headed puppy. Rolling balls around for it (them?) to go after and then playing keep away with a stuffed toy that squeaked appealingly until the puppy was tired out and conked out on her lap, leaving her totally trapped on the floor.

Nina craned her head back to look speculatively at the books, who were watching her and the puppy. "Like, any of you want to come on down and be read??????" she asked coaxingly. "I'll make sure you don't get chewed or drooled on and I'll read you out loud so that everyone here knows how great you are!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The books rustled their pages as they considered that.

In short order, Nina was reading aloud from Ye Olde Elemental Grimoire to an enthralled audience. Of books. And Foomy, leaning against her neck.

The Magic Box is Open!

Syndulla Scrap, Friday

[futurespacemom]

Hera eyed the zipline Vette had put in and shook her head. Well, as long as it wasn't in the way, she supposed.

The bitey bits had a chewed-up tire in their pen, and she took some time to fish it out, then let out the mostly tame bit and one of its friends so they could romp around.

"Don't get lost!" she called after them.

Chopper blatted rudely.


Syndulla scrap was open!