Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [04/18].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

In true Sidon fashion, the Zora Prince had spent an awful lot of time thinking about this little Zora Prince to follow him, but he tried not to dwell on any of it. Mipha had always told him to look forward to the future, but never with certainty; one can never tell exactly where it would lead them, all you could do was put forth everything you had to offer and hope. If anything, he knew that having one heir show up one year and then have a completely different one show up the next only proved that the future was mercurial and uncertain. Even the smallest of things could alter the course of what lied ahead indefinitely. All you could do, really, was live in the present and make the most out of it.

And the present included hearing that Zack had returned, which was incredibly exciting, and so most of Sidon's shift, while going about his usual tasks and general upkeep of the shelter and putting all the things on the high shelves because he was the best equipped for that particular job, he was chatting with the animals, especially the new ones, because he couldn't imagine for a second that Zack hadn't gone and told them all of his adventures while he was gone, and weren't they thrilled to have him back?

Of course, the animals, being animals, couldn't exactly offer much by the way of answers or stories in response, but that never stopped Sidon from 'listening' to them before.

Furnado is open!

Atlas Gym, Thursday Afternoon

[firstofitskind]

It was funny how the apartment still seemed a little too quiet, even three days later. Especially since the kids had only been there themselves for three days. And then there was the issue of William and if he did in fact exist already in this timeline. And what he ought to do about it if he did.

A lot to think about, and where better to do some thinking than the gym?

You know, for a value of ‘thinking’ that meant ‘punching things’.

[ooc: open, though SP until I’m home from work later this evening.]

Syndulla Scrap, Thursday

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette had a lot to think about, and while her talk with Nina last night had at least managed to get a little of what was chewing at the inside of her head out into the open, none of it had really gone away, either.

And so it was a subdued Vette going through the scrap today, digging up little pieces of things that had rusted well beyond salvage, and then just sitting on the edge of the Bitey Bits pen and throwing her finds to them to have at, snapping and rending at the scraps until the only thing left behind was a fine scattering of rust powder and a larger collection of metal chips on the ground.

It was like spring cleaning and venting, all rolled into one. And hey, if anyone asked, she was totally writing this stuff off of the inventory list as she went.

Productivity.

[OOC: Open!]

T42 - Thursday 6am-6pm

[hernando_fuentes]

Hernando opened the shop after going for a very long run. It had been very tempting to just crawl right back in bed with Sparkle, where he'd already spent the majority of the last three days. Too tempting. He had a store, he had quokka to take care of. He might even have customers. With an air of resigned responsibility, he set out the pastries and did another cursory hunt for the Specials sign, still missing.

Standing took effort. He borrowed one of the high-top chairs from a table and pulled it behind the counter to sit on.

A moment later he found out just how high a quokka could bounce from a standstill when Dave hopped up into his lap and began imperiously nudging his hand for scritches. Hernando laughed quietly and obliged. "You miss them too, don't you my old friend?"

Abney had spent quite a lot of time curled up on the hearth telling Dave stories and petting him..

And Hernando was very much not thinking about that right now. He was going to make it through the day without bursting into tears. That was the goal.

Even he wasn't sure he'd make it.

[T42 is Open!]