Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [06/06].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto had sort of been on the edge of his veritable seat with anticipation for Thursday to get here, especially since he didn't know when this whole 'talking animal' things might wear off. And, sure, he had a key, he could have come in at any time, but he knew the moment he came into the shelter, he would not want to leave for anything.

"Ohmygod," he gushed, "I am not going to survive this. Ohmygod, please tell me more."

Who thought hearing the samesame puppy about chasing his own tail a million times would somehow manage to get better with each and every telling, especially since that particular puppy was wont to show Prompto all about said tail chasing? And then there was the one who bragged that he actually had caught his tail, once, and the bright chorus of disbelief and tackles that followed almost did him in entirely.

Every so often, the vet had to come over and poke him and remind him that there was work that needed to be done, and he'd go and snap out of his swoon long enough to take care of it, and then he'd hop right back in the puppy pen to all their bright eagerness to see him again and tell him this new story, which was pretty much an old story he'd heard maybe an hour ago, but he didn't mind at all, they were just so stinkin' cute, and he wondered if it would violate the agreement if he just took every single one of them by the armful and filled the new Club House with every single one of them. Wall to wall puppies, telling stories about eating bugs and how great everything was.

Maybe he'd died. Prompto would totally be down with the idea that he had died, and this was actual heaven right now.

Well. Except for maybe that gerbil...

Furnado is open!

The Park, Thursday Late Morning

[firstofitskind]

Yes, there was a very real possibility of thunderstorms and rain today, but after last week, Liam was bound and determined to spend as much time outside as possible. So instead of the gym, he’d headed to the park. So far, the weather seemed to be cooperating- it was warm out, if overcast. That was fine, he could work with that. Hell, even a little non-radioactive drizzle would be nice.

Anyway, that’s what he was up to today: in the park, working through tai chi forms, generally enjoying everything being back to normal.

[ooc: opennnnnn!]

Modern Earth Entertainment, Thursday

[2_old_for_this]

Peter waved at everybody with a relieved smile. "We're back to popcorn and chips today, along with sodas." Hopefully they'd be able to keep it up for at least a few weeks. "The movie itself is on theme again, and I really hope it's not traumatizing, because I haven't had the best of luck with animated things, but the squirrels think it's good." He paused. "I hope I'm not going to regret trusting them. Anyway, sit back and hopefully enjoy!"

Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Thursday

[built_fjord_tough]

Talking animals.

The whole damn island was full of talking animals. And you know, Fjord could probably accept that talking animals might be useful somehow, that being able to just walk up to something and say, 'Hello, bees!' might come in handy down the road.

But it also meant that every damn stray cat on the island had apparently singled him out to beg for scraps this week, and he had a small parade of them behind him by the time he made it to the Forge, gasping for breath and with watering eyes and thoroughly. Loathing. Being stuck. On this damn. Island.

Hell, Fandom. He'd take the radioactive wasteland again, just make the damn cats leave him the hell alone.

At least once he was at work, he could grab a broom and chase the damn things out again, being complained at the entire while.

[OOC: Open!]

Syndulla Scrap, Thursday

[chirpchirpchirp]

See, Vette was supposed to be going through the scrap now that it was more or less back to normal and cataloging bits for future reference.

Supposed to be.

But the bitey bits were talking! Talking! And one in particular was a little more rusted than the others, and it came right up to Vette, babbling in broken Basic about what pieces of scrap it wanted to chew on the most, and really, if it was going to ask, she was hardly going to deny it.

"Okay, Rusty, so what's your faaavourite kind?"

"Copper! Copper!" There was a long pause, and then it added, "please."

"Awwww, someone's been teaching you manners! You can have extra copper just for that!"

Positive reinforcement! That was good, right?

[OOC: Open!]