Atlas Gym, Thursday Late Morning

[firstofitskind]

While Liam did, occasionally, make it to the gym on other days of the week, Thursdays in particular were becoming something of a routine, and today was no different.

... Okay, today was a little different. Given that he was still injured after that whole vampire thing and all, there was no fencing or sparring on the books today. Not even a go at the heavy bag. And definitely not Beau's parkour course (though he did cast it a longing glance). No, today was all about taking it relatively easy while still engaging in some sort of physical activity, so Tai Chi forms it was.

[ooc: open gym is open, though with SP as I have to work even though it's my usual day off.]

Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [05/09].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto was feeling incredibly glad that his and Sidon's workshop schedule worked out in a way that it made more sense to switch their Furnado shifts this semester, and that was only because that gave him a good excuse to not be the one to bring all the stuff for Vette's new surprise kitten over to her room. He would have absolutely loved to see the expression on her face when it happened; not getting to was the worst part of it, but it was a sacrifice he'd have to make because everything else about it would be horrible and awkward and having to deal with Nina's judgey eyes the whole time and pretending like everything was okay when it wasn't and just...nope. He'd just have to be satisfied with knowing Vette would be happy, even if he couldn't be there to witness it.

He thought of asking Sidon to maybe film it or at least snag a few pictures, but...he was pretty sure he'd just wind up with a video of the floor or a bunch of shots of Sidon's thumb in the way.

And he was still a little skeptical when Sidon came in to get the kitten and get the stuff, because he'd picked up the little hairless goblin of a cat that Prompto still wasn't entirely convinced wasn't a gremlin-feline hybrid of some sorts and insisted that this was the one. "Don't you remember, Prompto?" Sidon had said. "When we were defending Fort Furnado? This was the one that kept snuggling up to her, because she was so warm."

Prompto was pretty sure that had been a cat with...you know, actual fur, but what did he know? He was pretty distracted when all that shit went down. And Sidon probably knew Vette better than anyone, so he was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

And as the day went on, he realized it actually did sort of make sense, didn't it? He never really thought about it, but Vette didn't have hair, either. And obviously neither did Sidon. And he kept thinking about last week, and the frequent phhfth phhfth of hair in her face when she was snuggling kittens.

And now he wished he could be there to see Nina's face when Sidon waltzed in with that kitten. Oh, maaaan. He was gonna miss all the good stuff.

But there were still puppies. And there was still plenty of work to do. And Prompto was mostly just glad that when he asked if there was anything he could do for Sidon, that Sidon hadn't suggested he clean the fishtanks, because Sidon was weird and would actually prefer to do those himself.

Furnado is open!

Syndulla Scrap, Thursday

[chirpchirpchirp]

Work, work, work, Vette's work was never done. Which... she kind of preferred that way, admittedly, especially this week. There were bits of scrap to be sorted today, some of them more, uh, scrappy than others, apparently. A rusty hinged thing that refused to budge no matter what she did with it was going to be a roadblock she didn't necessarily need to throw herself at, but was going to anyway.

Sure, the bolts in the hinges had rusted so hard they'd fused to the metal frame they were bolted into, and okay, the heads on those bolts had pretty much powderized once she'd tried to pry them loose, but that was all the more reason to see if she could have some luck with some metal cutters, and if that failed...

If you ever wanted to see a tiny slip of a Twi'lek taking a welding torch and a sledgehammer to a rusted-out husk of something that might very well have been farm equipment in another life, today was definitely your day.

[OOC: Open!]

T42 - Thursday 6am-6pm

[hernando_fuentes]

[oops. It's Thursday.]

The store was in a mood. The pastry counter was covered with variations of butterscotch brownies. How many variations could there be? With nuts, with no nuts, with different nuts, with chocolate, without chocolate, with white chocolate, with fruit chips, without fruit chips, frosted or non.. You get the picture.

He was pleased to see the sign had returned, followed by tiny little chalkboard signs that hopped around until they could get up onto the counter, clacking their way over to the trays of brownies, words appearing on the chalkboards. Their spelling wasn't the greatest but they were just babies after all.

Hernando was baffled. The baby chalkboard signs were delighted, hopping up and down in front of their pastry trays in little 'pick me pick me I've got the best!' gestures. He didn't even like butterscotch but felt obligated to take one anyway.

He was also obligated to send Sparkle a picture of the tiny baby signs being adorable.

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