Furnado Animal Shelter; Friday [08//02].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Sidon had discovered the hard, very uninentional way that swimming in quicksand was unfortunately much different than swimming in water. The whole thing left him feeling a little discombobulating, especially with an angry sun taking the occassional dive for him on his way to the shelter that afternoon, but the most baffling part of it of all was how he'd managed to get himself in one of those frog suits.

Seemed a little....extra, didn't it? But once he was in the safety of the shelter, he didn't really see himself getting out of it any time soon, either, which just led him to thinking that what he clearly really needed to do was see if the frog suit would make any of his natural abilities even stronger.

For science, obviously.

Though, really, he did not feel that green was his color at all.

Furnado is open!

Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (8/2)

[goldfishontherocks]

You know what, as a druid and therefore someone who worked closely with the forces of nature, Keyleth kind of felt personally attacked by having the sun chase her halfway to work this morning. And hey, turned out, wild shaping into one of those flying fish had actually turned out to be useful, because it had gotten her over the quicksand!

She probably wouldn't remember to do that while plummeting off a 1000-foot cliff someday, but eh. It had been useful today, and that was the important part, right?

It was probably not a surprise that the shop was full of fire flowers today, really. Also some large toothy flowers that kept popping up out of the random pipes, and while it stood to reason that grabbing one of the fire flowers and being able to throw fireballs at the bitey flowers might take care of any risk of getting chomped on, that just seemed . . . awkward and maybe inappropriate. Because flower shop.

[OOC: Post/shop open!]

Wellspring Arms, Friday

[chirpchirpchirp]

Okay, so... the sun had attacked Vette today on her way to work?

Which was WEIRD?

... But no less weird than straight-up firestorms on Ryloth, and Vette was apparently faster than the sun, so she didn't get burned to a crisp or anything?

She was seriously side-eyeing the whole entire island at this point, though.

And at work. She was also at work. Selling... meditation. She wasn't sure she trusted guns made of pixels instead of polys.

[OOC: Yesterday definitely happened, hi, open.]

Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord was not admitting, ever, just how many tries it had taken him to get in to Caritas tonight.

He was also not talking about the large bouncing boot that he'd been sitting in when he finally did manage to arrive in one piece.

"No, Tino, you don't get to ride the boot home."

Happy Friday, anyway.

[OOC: blep]

Troopa Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

Liam didn't want to talk about the number of tries it took him to get to the station today.

(It was like, two, but he was a perfectionist.)

Or the fact that he'd almost kicked one of his Troopers in the face. Calvin had been awfully graceful about it, admitting it was hard to tell the difference between Troopers who'd been turned into turtle-things and the actual turtle-things that were going around attacking people.

In any case, he was here, inside, where the sun couldn't get him again, and fielding calls from outraged residents about beanstalks sprouting in their yards out of nowhere.

"Have you tried climbing it?"

"No, seriously, I know how it sounds, but you might actually be pleasantly surprised if you do."

It was gonna be a long day.

The Beach, Friday Evening

[momslilassassin]

Ben had been at work like a good little employee, especially since this hadn't been a week where he could call out due to insanely dangerous conditions, but then he'd taken lunch and found one of those fire flowers he and Jaina had talked about yesterday.

And then he could shoot fire which was astral.

But Tony had probably not wanted for his lab to burn down now matter how cool fire powers were, so that's why Ben's shift had ended a little early and he'd spent the last few hours shooting fireballs into the water and giggling to himself.

But in a totally adult, professional way. Really.