T42 - Thursday 6am-6pm

[hernando_fuentes]

Hernando was humming along with classical music. He thought it was only sounding in his head until he noticed the quokka hopping about in time and looked up. Sure enough, there were now small discreet speakers tucked away in the corners. With no visible signs of a sound system. He chuckled and patted the counter and simply went back to humming along.

He had put in an order with the school's fundraiser and part of him felt a little sorry for Peter if he was the one handling all of these. There had been quite a line and his order had taken no little time in itself.

The specials board was hiding again. Hernando gave a cursory look for it and then shrugged. It deserved a day off now and again. He made a cup of tea for himself and set the pastries out. Comfortable foods for a day that held the promise of being overcast and grey.

As far as Hernando was concerned, it was a beautiful, bright and sunshiny day whether or not the actual sky agreed with him.

Still humming along with the music, he rested back against the counter and sipped his tea.

[Open!]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center- Thursday

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Last week Sabine had sealed a couple weapons that she'd put aside, and today she was painting them. She had little crushes out to make more intricate designs and everything. They weren't her specific style so much, since she was planning on putting these back out for sale, but she was working hard on them.

Personally she thought they should charge more now. These were works of art.

Syndulla Scrap, Thursday

[chirpchirpchirp]

It was actually nice out today, more or less, compared to some of the weather that they'd had over the past few months, and there was no way Vette was going to be caught dead stuck inside today if she could help it. She gave the sad, melting remains of Kagura's... snow sculpture... a puzzled side-eye as she walked into the scrapyard, and then she set straight to work, grabbing a datapad and leaping right into doing inventory of the scrap that hadn't yet been sorted through.

... Keeping any interesting bits off to the side for her own pet project, of course.

Maybe she'd never get her little deactivated droid brain into a functional chassis, but so help her, she was going to give it a spirited attempt.

[OOC: Open!]

Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [02/07].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

It was a good thing that Sidon actually had a good chance to get some nice warm swimming in over the last weekend, otherwise he was pretty sure having to stay indoors on a day like today would have been torture. Sure, the water was still probably fairly cold, but compared to what he thought he remembered last year being like, this was...nice. Having to work today felt like he was missing a great chance to take advantage of things while they were so nice. But he had his responsibilities, and he took them very seriously.

Still, whether or not you'd be able to catch Sidon at the shelter that day was a little hit or miss because, while he might not be able to go out for a swim, there were a lot of dogs in the shelter that were probably feeling a little cooped up, and he was taking them out for walks around the block at intervals, in between one task or another so that he was still present or, at the very least, if you missed him, he'd be back shortly.

Because it was actually warm enough that he could go outside and not despise every moment of it. It would just be tragic to not take advantage of it, really. And the dogs seemed pretty pleased, as well. Everybody won!

Well, perhaps not those who might have stopped in to see him and caught him when he was out, but a little patience there would go a long way.

Furnado is open!

The roofs around town, Thursday afternoon

[thishouseishaunted]

It was another fall-like day in Fandom, so Mae was taking advantage of the lack of ice coating everything to go running about on the roofs and wires around town again. She had a pocket full of granola bars pilfered from a dorm common room, which she left partially unwrapped in strategic (or what she assumed were strategic) spots around town for the squirrels to enjoy.

It was never a bad idea to get on the good side of the town gossips.

If anyone asked, she'd claim she was scouting spots for Vette's planned zipline. Well. If anyone asked she'd probably make something up wholesale, but she told herself she was scouting spots for Vette's zipline. Really, she was just feeling restless. It was nice out, after all. And running was a much more socially acceptable outdoor activity than smashing things.

Even if said running was being done on ledges and awnings and things.

[Open!]

Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (2/8)

[goldfishontherocks]

 It might be worth noting that, had she actually delved deeper into the history of Valentine's Day, Keyleth might have been significantly less enthused about the holiday. But since what she did know consisted pretty much of the bits she'd gleaned in Magnus and Cara's class and also what she'd gotten some of the shop's callers to tell her, she was fairly into the whole idea. It was a holiday about showing the people you cared about that they were important to you, right? What wasn't to love?

She had a sheet of paper and a pen out and was scribbling down ideas for her own flower orders in between customers and phone calls; she also had a line of small flower pots, filled with different soil compositions, arranged on the counter as Tickles wound his way between them as if patrolling the area, and was using her magic to make flowers bloom in each one just to see what colors they'd turn out to be based on the components of each soil mixture. 

It was turning out to be a very fun, very engrossing way to pass the time. And hey, maybe it would come in handy next week too!

[OOC: Shop and post open! My cellular data connection has been bad this week, so please bear with my extra daytime SP, sorry.]