The Onsen - Thursday

[hernando_fuentes]

The day after the night before, Hernando decided Sparkle needed a spa day. Relaxing and soaking in hot water seemed the perfect kind of therapeutic balm. He remembered that there was an onsen and it was not even so very far away. Sparkle didn't exactly carry a set of swim trunks in his bag but he and Hernando were enough of a size that a pair of Hernando's would fit him. He managed to be a little sneaky and get those and some towels packed without Sparkle noticing. Though the bag itself earned him a raised eyebrow and a little grin. Sparkle was not so much a fan of surprises, no, but this one was not very hard to guess once they'd turned down the small sidewalk leading to the onsen.

Inside, they quickly changed to trunks and went to slide into the warm water. It was early yet and there were few people here. It was quiet and relaxing and that? Had been much of the point.

Hernando immediately sank in the water up to his neck when he sat down, leaning his head back against the wall with a groan as the heat flooded through him. He smiled up at Sparkle and waited for him to join.

[Onsen is Open! OOC warning: These two are going to be cute unto the point of sickening. You have been warned. Sparkle modded with permission.]

Syndulla Scrap, Thursday

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette was back at the scrapyard today, and was absolutely playing with her weird little localized weather machine thing again, yes. She had no idea where it had come from, but poking around the mechanics of it had her coming across a little storage compartment with notes for other crazy inventions, like... spray-on shoes?

How was that even a little bit a good idea?

Anyway, Vette was doing that instead of inventory, because why do your actual job when there were fascinating distractions?

Ones that apparently could make it rain spaghetti over the junkyard at lunchtime.

... That'd be fun to clean up.

[OOC: Open!]

Atlas Gym, Thursday Late Morning

[firstofitskind]

Avoiding the apartment as he was, Liam had spent the past few nights sleeping at his desk at the Trooper Station. Yes, he could have just gone back to the house on Chimera Court, considering he still had a key and all. But he hadn't wanted to deal with explaining anything to the guys. So... desk chair it was. And if he'd grown up sleeping in a bed, maybe he would've found doing so uncomfortable, but he hadn't, so he didn't.

At least the dreams last night had decided to change things up in honor of a particular anniversary; instead of dreaming about what Robert Bullard had done to Verity, he got the one about Shaqarava and Umrathama.

The Sleeper comes, embrace the Void.

He wasn't about to go that far, but he did have a lot of pent-up frustration that needed an outlet, so: the gym.

He started off with the heavy bag, punches getting more erratic, more frenzied, as he went on, until that frustration manifested itself physically, sending the bag flying halfway across the gym.

Fucking great.

[ooc: open!]

Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [03/07].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

With a bit of a pitstop on his way into the shelter, Sidon had come in a bit late that day, with the intention, of course, to make up for it by staying a bit later, as well. But it was a good thing he'd arrived when he did, because it would seem there was a bit of mischeif afoot.

One of the cats had gotten it into his mind to be quite clever and sneaky by trying to break into one of the cages holding some mice; the mice, knowing full well what the cat had intended, would have none of this potential dinner nonsense and made quite the run for it, which, in turn, had snagged the attention of all the other cats. The mice were excellent hiders, as well, while the cats were proving to be quite deft at avoiding being wrangled, leaving Sidon to be caught in the middle of a literal cat-and-mouse game of trying to time things just perfectly so that he might manage to snag up a mouse or a cat in the bursts of activity where one tried to make a break for it and the other went charging after it in hot pursuit.

Yes, he would definitely have his work cut out for him today, but his mood and his energy was already bolstered from the day, so it was work he was happy to pursue. It certainly made the day go by much quicker...though one might argue it had passed him by almost too quickly.

Furnado is open!

The Park - Thursday

[spectre_alenko]

It sure had been a pair of weeks. Iceland had been nice and relaxing and then they'd come back to the island. Where everything seemed to have gone wrong for several of his friends. Strangely - and it shouldn't have been but yet there it was - it wasn't random island occurrences, it was mainland things in all cases. Jack had gone on a trip to New York to work her stress off and he was proud of her. She'd done it constructively and thoughtfully and without fatalities in her wake and that was definitely progress. She'd taken Sparkle's feelings into account and adapted her behavior to accommodate and that was a pretty huge step. A hopeful one.

Kaidan went for a run to clear his head. It wasn't doing all that much good. Thought about doing his own trolling for muggers but just now that didn't seem like the best plan in the world even if it would have been pretty darn cathartic. He ran the stairs for awhile until he worked up a good muscle burn and then went for a slower jog through the trails in the park.

Thought about calling Kanan and finding out what his plans for the weekend were and, if he didn't yet have any, suggesting they go find something to do. Bad life choices seemed to be the name of the game this week and he had a few reasons to want some of his own. Yet, because his brain was contrary, he also wanted .. downtime. Quiet. Calm. Something productive and not fueled by adrenaline and stress. Which was why he hadn't made the call yet and wasn't sure he would.

For now, he ran, letting his brain do its thing while his feet took him along the paths on autopilot.

[Open]

Covent Garden Flowers, Thursday

[okteiviakom]

All the flowers in the store had turned into one of three colors overnight: red, blue, and gold. This would've been completely fine, had Octavia not had a ton of orders for tomorrow's International Women's Day (because apparently that was a thing) that called for pink flowers.

So she was spending half her day calling people and exasperatedly telling them that yes, women actually did enjoy other colors, too. Such as red. And blue.

And especially gold, if some of the advertising in this time and place was anything to go by.

[ooc: Open!]