Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (1/25)

[goldfishontherocks]

Keyleth didn't recognize the song the flowers were humming today, but it was awfully catchy and after about an hour of work she was humming along with them and occasionally conjuring the sound of a trilling bird to add a bit of a flourish to the music. She was trying her hand at a floral arrangement; the color combination was good, although it was much less neatly assembled than most arrangements tended to be since she was trying to recreate some natural combinations and not aiming for something that would be neat and symmetrical.

Still, she druidcrafted a few extra tiny flowers to add into the mix for a little more flavor, decided it was good as it was getting, and made a round of the shop to make sure all the rest of the plants were in good shape and not in need of water.

Tickles, who'd leapt up onto her shoulder while she worked on the arrangement, was now riding around on Keyleth's head, seemingly content to hang onto the antlers on one side of her circlet as long as it meant Keyleth would reach up to pet it every now and then.

[OOC: Post open, I am dead of this week's CR and also apparently extra obsessed with Into the Woods this week, pings may be slow.]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette was vigilant!

Vette was alert!

Vette was totally not dozing off behind the counter today at all.

Honest.

Okay. Maybe the tiniest bit. In the afternoon. But if anybody got any funny ideas about the stock she'd be awake and kicking their butt in seconds. Never underestimate the ability of a Twi'lek to sleep with one eye open.

[OOC: ... Probably method RP. These past few weeks have kicked my butt. But open!]

Kanan's Warehouse, Friday Morning and Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan was starting to appreciate having his Friday mornings free. It meant he was getting into the habit of showing up at the warehouse first thing - today he had brought Stance along again - and could spend some time meditating before people arrived.

This morning he was working on that whole, 'make a connection' thing that he'd been taught as a kid. He'd put it to some measure of practical use last weekend with Stance, and now he wanted to just settle into the familiarity of it a little bit more. Which mostly meant a morning full of having the dog equivalent of, 'hi! hi! hi! hi! hi!' bouncing around his mind while Stance trotted circles around him, but... that was Stance, really.

Not a bad way to spend a morning, bonding with a happy dog.

... The afternoon would be spent tripping on the happy dog while he attempted to run through lightsaber forms, but what was there to be done about that?

[OOC: Open!]

Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord showed up to work at Caritas about ten minutes late, looking faintly at a loss. Tino's glower was met with a shrug, a sincere apology, and Fjord admitting that he'd thought it was Thursday today.

... Wednesday, it seemed, had just... not happened for him. He couldn't say how, or why, just that he'd gone to sleep on Tuesday night and had woken up on Thursday morning, perplexed as hell about where his Wednesday had gone. His sense of time had been screwed up since.

Either way, he was here now, and setting to work putting the band together again to try to make amends for being late in the first place.

[OOC: Open! What is time?]

Furnado Animal Shelter; Friday [01/23].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Sidon had left Prompto a note about the rambunctious little goat at the shelter this week (a note that took about a full page to explain something that he was pretty sure required a sentence, maybe two, at most), so he was prepared for a day of keeping the goat at bay and away from the cats. But the cats seemed to have wised up to the goat by then, doing a good job of avoiding him as well as any spaces high enough to be butted from. Which made Prompto's job a little easier, sure, but the goat wasn't too happy about it, climbing up to a space, finding it empty, and bleating out pretty loudly for such a small little dude in his dissatisfaction.

"Don't worry, tiny goat bro," Prompto assured him with a grin as he considered his usual heavy bag lifting routine, "I think I got you."

True, there were no cats to be butted off of them from the top, but the goat seemed pretty satisfied with being able to climb a variety of different heavy bag mountains that Prompto created by lifting and tossing and piling them up. It seemed to take the goat's mind off the cats, Prompto got a good work out out of it, and, really, there seemed like there could be worse ways to spend a workday than making mini-mountains for mini-goats to climb.

Furnado is open!

Turtle & Canary; Friday [01/25].

[white_oleander]

Astrid had barely made it to the counter to start her day at the store before Apu, dressed in a ridiculously poufy red clown wig, was shoving another absurdly large wig in blue Astrid's way, a wig she just took with no intention of actually wearing, and turned her questioning look toward her coworker.

"Do I even want to know?" she asked.

"It's National Big Wig Day," he explained.

And Astrid shook her head. "You have to be making half of these up," she insistted, looking ruefully down at the wig in her hand, and noticing now that he'd put one on the Squishy machine, too. "There's no way that's a thing."

"It is a new one," Apu allowed, "first observed only last year! But that's why it's so important to keep celebrating it!"

"Well, you go right ahead," said Astrid. "I think I'll pass."

She'd happily cite religious differences as a reason if she had to, but Apu just sighed, shook his head, gave her a look that made it clear why she wasn't receiving any trophies for made up awards like some other employees, and went back to his business. And Astrid just shook her head slightly again, set the wig on top of the cloche where Summer put her jello monstrosities, and went back to hers.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Irish Coffee
Oolong Tea
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Friday [01/25].

[special_rabbit]

Amaya headed down into the forge that morning feeling a little like things were a bit...off, shifted around a little, like some of the days didn't quite match up like they were supposed to, but it was definitely Friday, and she just chalked it up to maybe the island being a bit like it sometimes was, or just life in general, you always had those weeks that felt a little off and disconnected due to one thing or another.

Maybe it was just that there wasn't a whole lot of work to do at the moment, which was always a little displeasing. She was waiting on the pearls for Seivarden's pins, she didn't have any other projects or jobs, so it was really just getting back to that new dagger she'd been thinking of and playing around with building up some of that materia she'd gotten from Zack.

Not too long into the day, though, she had a surprise delivery dropped off from Daventry, which was a little confusing at first, since she definitely hadn't ordered anything from back that way, but as soon as she saw that it was from Wente Fey, she gave a little groan, barely looked over the card that talked about how sorely they missed her and how he still couldn't believe she managed to sneak away without getting a nice goodbye hug from him, and that he was thinking about how she might be doing all the way over there, how that lovely Bramble lass had asked after her, too, and just how bad the wetzel wolf problem had gotten without her around to chase them off, though the Hobblepots tried a concoction that was supposed to make them think the place was overrun with skunks.

Turns out, all it did was make the place smell like skunks.

He said he'd also made an abundance of of his special walnut strudle recently, and sent her some as a gift. Which shouldn't have required such a large package, really, but as soon as Amaya opened it up and extracted it, she understood the size of the box a little better.

"Oof," she noted, to no one in particular, "that is a big strudel."

The Forge is open!


[[/Friday spam]]

The Holoscene, Friday

[thishouseishaunted]

So. This was officially becoming a Thing Mae Did. She wasn't really sure how that happened, but hey, there were definitely worse Things she could Do, right?

Smashing things with a bat was actually starting to lose it's happy glow, so she was actually taking a look at other programs this thing had. Today she was trying a rock band program, playing something very loud and thrashy. It wasn't super musical, per se, and she was definitely not great at the bass yet, but at least it involved screaming?

The doors were open, both to the suite she was using and the front of the store, in case anyone else wanted to come in and thrash, too.

[open!]