Turtle & Canary; Tuesday [07/16].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Yeah, yeah, yeah. For the most part, as far as Summer could tell, this week was shaping up to be pretty normal, but she had more pressing concerns.

"So I guess he's here to stay, huh?" she murmured to Apu, glaring toward the cheese cooler. And Apu, usually so helpful, could only shrug in his current helplessness regarding the cheese panda.

"Well," Summer said, in a way that made it sound like she was closing the door on this matter once and for all, "I just hope he doesn't expect to be on the payroll, because there's no way I'm paying him to harrass customers against my will."

But the more she thought about it and tried to focus on her orders for the week, the more the situation with the cheese panda annoyed her, and she let out a disgrunted, disapproving sort of groan. "But I guess it's not that bad," she reasoned, mostly to herself. "I'm sure there are worse things that could come in and try to take over the store."

And as she said it, Summer suddenly shuddered, goosebumps rising on her skin.

"...I have really got to have Amaya look at that AC Unit," she murmured, casting her eyes up at the vent over her head.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Prophetic Plum
Foreshadowing Fig
Red

Today's Jello Flavor
Raspberry Vanilla

Turtle & Canary is open!

Syndulla Scrap; Tuesday [07/16].

[howareyanow]

Well, it was Tuesday, and other than suspecting that the place might be overrun with weird pink flying snake things that ate pancakes (of which he'd only seen the one, so, not much an invasion there), Wayne hadn't noticed anything too off or amiss aorund the place, which, in and of itself, seemed off and amiss.

He was generally trying not to think about it, as he did with most of these things, which worked out well, because Tuesdays were a good day for not thinking, since he had some classes and then he had work, and there was plenty of scrap that needed to be moved from here to here and, you know what? He was in a good mood, too, so he was just going to go ahead and maybe do some discipline lessons with the bitey bits, because he missed his dogs back home, and they were, at the moment, the closest thing he had to them, and he did get the one to be more polite about asking for pieces of scrap to munch on, so that was a great start, and a day spent working with...er, well, sort-of animals...was a day well spent!

And there was nothing off or amiss about that!

Syndulla Scrap is open!

Fandom Post Office, July 16 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

Éponine had not, as of yet, noticed anything funny going on with the island this week. She had noticed some very cranky customers, but as she liked to avoid being unexpectedly barraged with far too much information about people's lives (it happened from time to time and you never really knew who was the sort to do it) she wasn't making any active effort to ask how their days were going.

Not terribly polite as far as customer service went, she knew, but her patience was finite and customer service was tiring.

At least one of the mailboxes was randomly dispensing popsicles today, so that was nice and tasty!

. . . there were a lot of popsicles. Please come take one.

[OOC: Post office/post open, and I want a popsicle.]

The Magic Box, Tuesday

[always_someone]

Today was... absolutely, completely, utterly normal, so far as Norman was concerned. And that made it kind of abnormal, so far as things had been going, lately. Sure, there had been some mention of something about sex on the radio? But...

...

Well, that really didn't change anything where Norman was standing, anyway. Unless one counted the people coming in asking if he had books about lifting sex-related curses, in which case, hey, today was going pretty crazy. On the upside, he was doing great business, though? He was a little bemused, he was a little bright pink in the ears, but he was doing great business.

Of course the first time people came in looking to lift curses was when it had something to do with sex, instead of the monster transformations or the attacks-from-zombies-that-were-wrong-even-for-zombies. Priorities, people. Priorities.

[OOC: Open!]

Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday

[puppy_fair]

There was no smoke outside! There was no weird maze outside! There was no tainted monster water out there and the place wasn't full of murderers or supermutants!

Zack didn't mind most of those things personally, nah. He had plenty of experience with all of the above. It went hand-in-hand with being SOLDIER. But the fact that the island seemed to be taking another break week meant that he was going to do so many outside things today. So many. He was putting the chickens back into the coop up on the roof so that they could enjoy the fresh air, he was leaving the front door to the shelter propped open, and the puppy playpen was being set up outside today with plenty of toys and water and a big umbrella for shade, to entice people to stop by and give all those good little dogs a visit.

You know you wanted to.

Visit the doggos. They were all good doggos and today was a beautiful day.

[OOC: Open!]

Luke's, Tuesday

[battlewithstyle]

So the place was under new management, the island had finally landed in a place that didn't seem absolutely murderous, and things were pretty normal over all.

Which meant Mitsutada was absolutely expecting the nonsense the kitchen staff had done.

Today's Specials
Coq Au Vin
Bangers and Mash
Cream Surprise

"You are all children," he declared, cleaning the counter.

Luke's was open!