Furricane Animal Shelter; Thursday [05/23].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Well, getting to work today had been an adventure, and Prompto totally made some friends with the gondalier whose boat nearly flipped over when Prompto got maybe a little too excited pointing out some cool fish passing by. Man, Noctis would have loved this, he'd be trying to catch every single one of those bad boys, almost the point where Prompto thought about giving it a try, just to rub it in his face, but Prompto did not get the fishing things, like, at all, so Noct would just have to be satisfied with some pictures, because pictures were something Prompto understood very well.

And once he got into the shelter, hopping out of the boat and thanking the gondalier and paying his fare, he wondered if this was what it was like in Altissia, and maybe, just maybe, if he was feeling bold enough, he wondered if he could arrange to get a portal there one of these days instead of just straight home to Insomnia and...man, that would be amazeballs.

...was there something about Altissia in his memories over the weekend, though? He had to admit, some of the details were fading fast. What did that mean? Did that mean the course of history was already changing due to his self-awareness? Did that mean it was just the nature of these things not to remember? But what about...all that other stuff? With his barcode, with Niflheim, with...

Prompto shook his head, realizing that he was drifting off again and tried to focus on his work. That was most of why he bothered coming all the way here even with all the water, was to do something to keep his mind off of all of that that was actually more productive than just losing himself in video games all day. To be productive, and get stuff done, and not think about things because thinking about things just lead him in circles, but he really had so many questions...and not a single idea of who he could possibly go to for answers...

Maybe he'd just tell all the puppies. They definitely wouldn't have answers to his problems, but there was no denying that he'd at the very least feel better when he was done.

Furricane is open!

Atlas Gym, Thursday Afternoon

[firstofitskind]

A week without being able to go out for a run, combined with yesterday's minor surgery had Liam feeling- well- antsy was the word. He'd even considered replacing running with swimming, but the water was still a bit too brackish for his liking.

So, the gym it was. Only, of course, much like everything else this week it was flooded. Except- the gym did have multiple floors. Liam generally stuck to the one with the exercise equipment, which was out of commission right now (along with the pool on the first floor, hah), but the upper floors, with their basketball and racquetball courts, were basically untouched.

Not that Liam was going to be playing any sort of ball-related sport. No, that wasn't his style. He was, however, going to get some cardio in by running up and down the non-flooded stairs between levels.

[ooc: ... sometimes I forget that the gym is supposed to be multi-level. open!]

Modern Earth Entertainment, Thursday

[2_old_for_this]

Peter sighed when he arrived at the community center and found the movie room replaced by a dive-in theater.

Then sighed again when he saw someone (he was blaming the gremlins again) had already put in a movie and locked the DVD player up with large, obnoxious-looking chains.

Not that he couldn't have broken them, but it seemed kind of rude.

Plus, he'd already brought the same movie himself, so it would have been kind of pointless, too.

"Today's food is assorted jerkys," he informed people. "And some vegetable sticks. I promised more meat, plus it's less likely to get soggy if splashed. Hopefully we'll be able to add popcorn to the mix again next week. For now, just settle on your rafts or water tubes, and we can watch the movie. This was a really big deal when it first came out, and a huge hit, and influenced a lot of monster movies later on. It's also entirely fictional, so.... Well, it's Fandom, I can't say 'don't worry', but try not to worry too much?"

He pressed play.