Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [08/01].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Why, oh why, did Furnado need to be literally on practically the opposite end of the island, huh? Granted, Prompto defintiely didn't need to feel bad about not getting in his run today due to, you know, the place being lifted up on non-continguious mushrooms that made it a little hard to get in a good stride, much less a consistent jog, because he was getting more than enough of a work-out trying to get himself to work that day.

He almost thought about just calling in.

Especially when he managed to get as far as Phoenix Way, almost misjudged a leap to nearly miss a platform....only to have that platform start sinking faster than he could manage to leap off its it onto the next one, which sent him right back to the dorms.

HE WAS SO CLOSE! The urge to ragequit was strong. But maybe it was the fact that this was, you know, life, and not a video game, and he didn't even have a controller to throw in a fury on the floor, helped him get the resolve to try it at least one more time...

...nope. Just one more...

...one more...

...he was definitely getting it this ti--

--why was this so much harder in real life? He should be an expert at this!

But, eventually, he made it. And even though he was late, he decided he was going to stick around a bit afterwards to make up for the lost time...and because he definitely needed some recovery after all.

...mostly by pulling out his phone and diving into super-pixelated King's Knight. Look. His ego was feeling a little battered right now, he needed to spend some time in a video game he was actually good at to soothe it over a bit.

Furnado is open!

[[ also: this ]]

Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Thursday

[built_fjord_tough]

Where the hell the mushrooms had come from overnight was beyond Fjord. He'd woken up today, realized it was a Thursday (beyond all probability lately, it seemed), and had set out to work, only to almost plummet to his goddamn doom one step out of the hotel.

...

So, mushrooms. And platforms suspended on nothing that dropped if they reached the end of their... chains? Ropes? It was hard to tell with this much in pixel.

When he finally made it to work, he was holding a turtle shell under one arm and his armor was red and white, but the fireballs were kind of redundant when he could already throw eldritch blasts around like they were nothing.

So, to work?

At least the fireballs were good for heating up the forge, he supposed, setting the turtle shell down gently on a counter so it didn't go sliding around the room.

[OOC: I am conscious what. Not likely to last but openish!]

Syndulla Scrap, Thursday

[chirpchirpchirp]

The island was like basically all the worst parts of Nar Shaddaa, the parts where the taxi drivers would park so far from the platform that if you wanted to get into the damn car, you had to basically risk falling to your doom, or the parts where you could see that thingie over there and you really wanted to get to it, but that would involve, like, hugging a wall and scooting across some pipes or something and did you really need it? Did you, now?

Only with mushrooms. Which was bonus weird. Almost as weird as showing up to find the junkyard on top of a giant mushroom, too. Almost. Though at least the bitey bits seemed to be having a great time. Sort of. They were bouncing in place, looking around with eyes that they hadn't had before, just taking in the whole world. Of mushrooms.

The trade-off was that they seemed to be chained to big heavy blocks around the scrapyard.

...

"Okay," Vette sighed, rummaging around for an axe or a welding torch or something to try to weaken the chains with. "The first thing I'm doing is getting you off that thing, Rusty."

She had no idea what step two was, considering all the scrap was just blocks today. But step one was at least a start, right?

[OOC: Take that, Thursday! Opensorta.]

Community Center Class: Modern Earth Entertainment, Thursday

[2_old_for_this]

Peter waved a pixelated hand at everybody as they arrived. "Good evening. Those dots are chips, and the smaller dots are popcorn," he said, pointing them out. Tonight we're going to see a fairly recent movie in a genre that's become popular lately - superhero movies. This one's about a man who finds out he's the heir to an underwater kingdom." And not Sidon.

"If any of you need help getting home, I can turn into a big enough bird to give you a lift."

Meanwhile, he played the (16-bit) movie.

Atlas Gym, Thursday Afternoon

[firstofitskind]

Liam supposed it was a small comfort that while the trip to the gym had changed every day so far, the gym itself remained the way it had been when he'd first handwavily stopped by on Monday.

Still different than how it was during a usual week, but then what even was a usual week anymore, Liam found himself wondering as he started his workout. Which, this week, was allllll about the jumping from random floating pile of bricks to another random floating pile of bricks.

[ooc: open! it's my first real day off since i got back from sdcc PLEASE ENTERTAIN ME.]

Wellspring Arms- Thursday

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Look.

Sabine was just really glad that she'd modified her armor in such a way that it didn't cause problems for a tail. Even if she was going to keep the helmet off for a while.

She'd killed it out there on the giant mushrooms before work, though. Know that.


[Open!]