Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [06/13].

[hashtag_chocobro]

So. He did it.

He didn't know if he was just bolstered up by the nice distraction yesterday or what, but Prompto did it. He went out of his room, desperately squashihng down the nearly instant panic that set in as soon as he stepped out of the dorms and got a skyfull of leaky ocean, tried to steady his shaking hands in the event that he wound up needing to shoot something, and he went to work.

Any sense of pride he may have felt for having not only made it there, too, but that he hadn't totally cracked at the first sign of trouble and managed to hold his own out there, despite feeling anxiety lighting up nearly ever nerve in his body, dissipated pretty quickly once he saw the depressing state of the place. This was certainly not going to do anything for his maudlin mood, the feeling of hopelessness, the occasional impression that everything might be better off if the barriers did break and just wash them all away...

...but, even with that, he found himself glad that he came after all, because there were still quite a few little guys here that needed all the love and attention and care they could get right now...and Prompto probably needed quite a bit of that himself, too. They could work through it together.

He was...definitely going to be texting Yang at the end of his shift with the pretense that she should come out and they should hit up some active training in overly excited, happy tones as a cover for him just mostly wanting her with him when he went back and then dedicatedly making sure she stayed with him, all the while hoping she wouldn't notice why.

And maybe, just maybe, going in for that escape to Insomnia for a few days after all. He'd done his time. He'd even gone to work. No one could accuse him of just running away now, right?

Furnado is open!

Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Thursday

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord was apparently having A Day, today. The sort that came after a night of dreams about increasingly agitated serpent coils staring at him with countless glowing eyes under a roiling torrent of unfathomable darkness.

So, you know, the usual, but apparently bolstered more than a little bit by the current locale, so that the waking up drowning thing had happened... actually a few times last night, until he'd just given up on sleep completely and decided, instead, to go outside, take his chances with the raving maniacs, let adrenaline wake him up instead of a booming voice in an unending abyss.

By the time he made it in to the forge, Amaya had already headed off for class, which was a good thing. Gave him a chance to clean some of the blood off, bandage a few of his uglier wounds, and set up a particularly shiny sheet of metal on the wall opposite the doorway so that if anything peered in while his back was turned, he could be ready with a falchion in one hand and an eldritch blast in the other by the time they crossed the threshold.

He still loved the sea. Even after everything, here and back home, he still loved the sea.

But this had been a... trying week.

[OOC: Open!]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center- Thursday

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine had mostly been on time for work through this weekly dystopia thing even when I forgot to post oops , thanks to leaving early to deal with whatever nonsense she had to deal with on the way there. She was pretty sure no one would blame her for skipping out today, but it was a weapons shop and people might actually need them.

And leaving early was a good thing, thanks to a run-in with one of those things out there, and a look at what apparently passed for art here. And she saw the validity in art even when she didn't like something but that was messed up.

Anyway! She was here! A little more banged up than when she'd left the dorms, but she'd take it.

Syndulla Scrap, Thursday

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette wasn't getting much work done today, nah. She was at work, sure, but some of the local nasties seemed to have decided, last night, that there would be some of that weird stim stuff they seemed to be so obsessed about, somewhere in the scrap. The bitey bits were a little more agitated than usual, particularly Rusty, who was... more rusty this week all over again. Vette gave him (it? the metal chompy friend) a little smile and a pat on the... head-like-area, and then readied her blasters and let Rusty out to go scouring the scrapyard, picking off mutated killers with very, very little in the way of remorse.

If anybody needed Vette, they could just follow the 'pew-pew-pew,' and the occasional threat of, "If I die, I'm going to haunt you!"

She probably would haunt them, too. Not that it seemed like any of the splicers cared much either way.

[OOC: Open!]

Modern Earth Entertainment, Thursday

[2_old_for_this]

Peter sent out a message to all the regulars today and put an identical sign on the door of the community center:

No movies tonight - stay home and be safe!