Furnado Animal Shelter; Sunday [03/03].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer came into the shelter that day to do her usual business and what have you, only to find a few pizza boxes sitting on the counter with a note taped to the top one. She eyed the boxes warily because she was pretty sure things were moving around inside those boxes, and took to reading the note outloud, in a dry monotone that was almost certainly the opposite of the energy of the person who wrote it:

"Dear Summer, we found these furry little dudes all up in our food in the common room and figured this would be a better place for them. They're pretty cute and chill but they don't have faces? So I don't even know if they eat. But, anyway, I'm sure you'll totes know what to do! And you have my number so if you need help, I'm all over it. Thanks, Summer. You da bomb. Prompto."

Summer sighed, shaking her head. "Oh, Prompto," she said. "Like, who even uses totes anymore?"

But she had bigger fish to fry than Prompto's questionably outdated lingo. Her attention shifted to the pizza boxes, and she cautiously lifted the first one to reveal what looked like a bunch of senient hairballs. "Awwww," she said, "you guys are both cute and disgusting. I guess now we just have to try and figure out even what you are."

She'd sort of been hoping her holo-pedia or a few pictures sent off to her grampa would reveal something useful, but so far, no such luck, but they seemed ridiculously easy to handle, so long as none of them got out of the boxes or out of the gerbil habitat she decided she'd be keeping them in for the time being.

Furnado is open!

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Sunday [03/03].

[special_rabbit]

Amaya very rarely took days off; after all, there was always some sort of work to be done, and she enjoyed it, enjoyed it far more than she enjoyed being idle and not doing anything productive. But, if she were to take a day off, it was usually a Sunday. Sundays were good for maybe sleeping in, doing a little touching up on the window garden she'd finally got going, have some coffee, read a book. Usually, day like that, she almost inevitably started tinkering on something small and interesting in the afternoons, but it was mostly just something to keep her brain and fingers from atrophying or something like that.

Today, however, was an exception. Because she'd given herself that new big (in more ways than one!) project, and now she had a good insentive to make sure it was good and finished before Tuesday to make sure it gave the best impact when Fjord came in on Wednesday. That, and, honestly, even if she did try to have a lazy Sunday, all she'd be thinking about was that big gap in the weapons wall where there greataxe used to be and it was just going to keep nagging and nagging and nagging at her until she filled it back up again.

So back down to the forge it was, although she wasn't really working with the forge itself with this one. Weapon this size was far more about just shaping and sharpening. Well. Unless she were to take the individual blades seperately and then weld them together...

Oooh...yes. Yes! That.

...After this. There was, after all, absolutely no reason why she shouldn't attempt to tackle both approaches, right? Right!

Who needed days off when there was stuff to be made??

The Forge is open!

Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

Don't... don't ask why Atton was slumped over a bar, not too far from a pack of painkillers. ... Look, he just had a headache, okay?

As a kindness to the customers, he'd forewarned them with the specials board:

SILENCE IS GOLDEN
DRINKING SILENTLY
IS EVEN BETTER
DISCOUNT TO THE QUIETEST BAR PATRON

There.

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Atlas Gym, Monday (2/4)

[notallbluemonks]

Getting some sparring in over the weekend had been a welcome turn of events, and as a result Beau was actually in a good mood today.

Not that most people could tell, unless they knew her well enough to notice that there was less genuine hostility behind her surly demeanor as she wiped down equipment and re-racked stray weights, but anyone who came into the gym today and tried to talk to her might have a slightly nicer than average time interacting with her.

Which might be a bit unnerving in itself, to tell the truth, but hey.

Anyway, the important part was that the gym was open, and Beau might actually be willing to help you.

[Wow, my brain just kind of conked out one sentence into writing this. Oops. Post/gym open, but will definitely be SP today.]