Covent Garden Flowers, Friday

[goldfishontherocks]

The other day Keyleth had wandered into the flower shop and, unexpectedly, into a job. An actual paying job, which was entirely new and different and kind of exciting and . . . kind of scary.

At least it meant she got to be surrounded by plants all day, which did a lot to ease her nerves; plants were familiar and comforting, like old friends, but an entirely new adventure at the same time given how many of them were of a variety she’d never seen before. (A multidimensional nexus had its perks like that, sometimes.) The singing put a nice fresh twist on things, too, and she spent a few minutes going around the shop just to enjoy the music while she got more acquainted with the different varieties of flora.

While she tended to the various floral arrangements, using a touch of magic here and there to refresh a wilted flower or get a bud to blossom, Tickles came over and started prowling around her ankles; as soon as she was done with her little bit of druidcraft maintenance, she sat down right on the floor of the shop to introduce herself to the kittenwillow.

And if she turned into a kitten herself to spend an hour or so playing with it, well . . . she’d just call it a workplace bonding effort.

[OOC: Shop/post open and now with less formatting fail! May be SP due to work and/or me still recovering because holy crap last night’s CR was A Lot.]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette was bracing herself for a long, busy day today. Not that she expected work was going to be busy, exactly. There didn't seem to be a wealth of people on the island coming in to buy guns who didn't already have them. Maybe a few who stopped in for ammunition here and there, sure. That made sense. But that wasn't why her day was going to be busy.

Today, on top of her two classes and her shift at Wellspring Arms, there was also apparently some kind of thingy? For people from her galaxy? And considering she still didn't have the foggiest clue as to how to get home again, she didn't figure that was an opportunity she wanted to pass up.

So she was taking it easy at work today, disassembling a rifle here, seeing how quickly she could reassemble it before repeating the process. And then when she was bored with that, making sure everything in it was calibrated properly. Doing little productive nothings-in-particular to keep herself engaged until it was time to go.

[OOC: Open!]

Kanan's Warehouse, Friday Morning and Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan was doing that thing again. That thing where he showed up at the warehouse early in the morning on Friday to get some solo training in before people inevitably started showing up come the afternoon. Today he was splitting his time pretty evenly, figuring he'd get a few hours of meditation in for the morning, and then he'd switch to running through forms with his lightsaber a couple of hours before people started arriving, so that he'd be in a mindset for that sort of thing already.

The fact that he was trying to reach out even farther than usual into the Force with his meditations this morning or that he was going a little bit extra with the Force leaps and other assorted acrobatics - at least from a half-trained Padawan perspective - had nothing to do with him being slightly intimidated at the prospect of spending time later with... you know... basically a small army of people who were Masters in their own right.

Also, shut up. It was important training anyway.

[OOC: Open!]

Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord came in, took one look at the zombies, and instantly broke into a frown.

"Gave up on basic upkeep of them, Tino?"

He asked this, of course, while reaching for a roll of duct tape and a handful of tacks and making his way over to start re-attaching limbs as securely as he could possibly get them. And when Tino suggested that they start a betting pool to see how long these repairs would last, he simply got a look from Fjord.

"Really?"

Fjord was going to ignore all comments from Tino for the rest of the evening about how he wasn't nearly as fun as the Wednesday bartender.

At least there wasn't spaghetti today.

[OOC: Open!]

Furnado Animal Shelter; Friday [01/18].

[hashtag_chocobro]

It would have been impossible for Prompto to be in a bad mood that day as he made it over to the shelter for the usual bouts of puppy cuddles and shelf stocking and bag lifting, though he was going to be taking it pretty easy today if he could help it. A weekend of much-needed training back home during his brief excursion back to Insomnia, added to the fact that a training date with Yang yesterday got his heart going full-speed in more ways than just one, meant that he totally deserved an easy day today, anyway.

So he was going to take a break from the training, but he figured the puppies could get some in there, and far too much of the day was spent just playing fetch with them, tossing a ball from where he was just chilling by the counter, giggling as they scrambled over each other to be the first to get to the ball, and then rushing back to have him throw it again. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Yeaaah. Life was preeetty stinkin' good for him, right now.

Furndado is open!

Turtle & Canary; Friday [01/18].

[white_oleander]

It was a little amazing, how much difference a week could make. Astrid had felt so heavy, so downtrodden, so miserable on Tuesday, but her mood had improved significantly sense. Maybe it was the lack of drudging classes she had to get through on Mondays, maybe it was the fact that she'd finally broken past her artists' block and now the wall on her side of the room was redone with a colorful collage of spinning plastic pinwheels that one couldn't help but look at and feel a little bit happier, maybe it was just getting to actually create something again, in the company of Sabine, while she did the same thing, their quiet, simple companionship reminding her that there would be at least one thing she'd miss if she'd stayed in California. None of the kids at the home she was staying at even came close to being as cool of a roommate.

So, even though it was very clear that Apu was playing favorites in not thinking Astrid deserved a trophy like Jughead (which, really, she was okay with), Astrid was in a good mood, finishing up some sign work that Summer had left for her before pouring some of that good mood into a letter to her mother, festooned with little sketches and drawings of some of the things she wrote about, and then settled in with a book to try to get through in between customers.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Carrot
Honey
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Friday [01/18].

[special_rabbit]

Anyone looking to find Amaya at the forge today would find her deep into some work (no surprise there) at the main counter (so that was a bit different), bent over and very intent on some small little pieces set out in front of her on a cloth. And at least, this time around, she'd remembered to pull over a lamp so her space was well lit, she had on her glasses (which she was honestly surprised she was even able to find, and they definitely needed new lenses, they were only a marginal help with all the scratches on them), as well a little apparatus on her head that allowed her to switch between different magnifications on a few different lenses, because, clearly she was working on something quite a bit smaller than her usual weapons.

But making the mold for Seivarden's pins and casting them had been a nice little weeklong project for her, and now that she had the first round finished, it was just a batter of brushing them up and making sure they met her standards before she needed to decide whether to redo them of if these would suit her and her client. Little work, though. She'd be feeling this one in her back tomorrow, that was for sure, but they were brushing up nicely, and then it was just a matter of Seivarden getting back to her on what gems she wanted and getting the names inscribed.

She was almost a little disappointed with her own efficency, actually, but she really hadn't had a whole lot else to do.

The Forge is open!

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

Liam was still processing yesterday's still being SPed conversation with Ghanima when he made his way in to the station today. Finding out that he wasn't quite as alone as he thought, at least in certain respects? It was kind of nice, actually. But it also gave him a lot to think about.

The Troopers might not have been the smartest bucketheads out there, but even they seemed to be able to read a room, and weren't up to anything today, just coming in to Liam's office any time they needed something signed.

When Calvin brought him a cup of tea, though...

"Okay," he said finally. "Now you're just being weird. And not even your normal weird. Stop tiptoeing around," he declared.

There was almost a collective sigh of relief from the station. Followed by a loud, dramatic groan as Ralph chucked a can of club soda at one of the other Troopers and he realized what he'd caught.

[ooc: open!]

The Devil's Nest [Friday night]

[texted3times]

It was cold, dark, and threatening to snow, which was Eric's favorite kind of weather, which was why he was in an excellent mood as he wandered down to the Devil's Nest to make sure Tiny was manning the bar to his satisfaction.

The new DJ (it was always a new DJ) looked panicked as Eric came in, stammering something about equipment malfunctions and how very sorry he was before fleeing into the night, leaving the bar listening to "If You Like Piña Coladas" --and only that song--at a volume that was just too loud to be ignorable.

"If you make piña coladas a special tonight, I will snap your neck," Eric told Tiny flatly before disappearing to his normal seat in the VIP area.

The Devil's Nest was open. And verrrrry tired of walks in the rain already.