Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [08/08].

[hashtag_chocobro]

One would think that maybe Prompto would have noticed this sort of thing before Thursday, but, if there was one thing to be said about this week, the details of it were pretty hard to ignore if you bothered dropping into Furnado for more than five seconds.

He was still having a little trouble wrapping his mind around it, though, even as he stared at all those empty, empty tanks.

"Wait. Hold on. Let me get this straight," he implored the vet. "There's, like, no fish. None. Not even, like, a fish egg. Not even any fish-like or water-dwelling animal whatsoever? They're all just...y'know...poof. Gone?"

And the vet confirmed, yet again, that yes. That was what happened. Even products that contained fish or other similar things were, as Prompto so succinctly put it, just...y'know...poof. Gone.

"Oh, man," bewildered, fascinated, mildly amused, Prompto shook his head and chuckled. "It's too bad Sidon's not here this week; it'd be, like, the perfect tank cleaning week!"

You were...so close, Prompto. So. Close.

"Hey, maybe I'll do 'em today!" he said brightly. "It'll be a nice surprise for when he comes back."

Whenever that would be. It was still a little weird, too, wasn't it? That Sidon would just take off, without even letting anyone know where he was going or what he was doing or when he'd be back like that...It didn't seem like him at all, but, hey. Maybe it was, like, Super Secret Zora Prince stuff. Prompto could respect that...

"Maaaan," he marveled again, as he went to grab some rags and buckets and cleaning supplies, "like, no fish at all! That's just wild. It's really too bad he's not here to see this; he'd get a kick out of it, I'm sure."

So. Stinkin'. Close!

Furnado is open!

Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Thursday

[built_fjord_tough]

Today was a normal Thursday. A Thursday in which Fjord was both actually physically present and capable of coming to work. And, really, he needed the distraction. He got a weird twisting feeling right in the pit of his guts every time he heard the word 'normal,' and that...

...

Well. He needed a day of just hard work and productivity to help him not dwell too hard on that. Which was why he was showing up at the forge early today. By a good couple of hours. Gave him some time to get the fire up and look around for any odd jobs that might need doing while the island was still relatively nor-- er. Relatively cooperative.

Which was why his morning was spent just... polishing things.

Polishing everything.

Bet you didn't know you needed a flail you could see your reflection in. You're welcome.

[OOC: Open!]

Community Center Class: Modern Earth Entertainment, Thursday

[2_old_for_this]

"Evening." Peter waved at everybody. "I figured we might as well keep on with the more-or-less-topical movies, so we're watching animation tonight. This one's silly but also pretty poignant, and I hope you like it. Mostly I've found modern animated films to be more traumatic than the things aimed at adults for some reason, but this one's not too bad. And there's snacks and drinks as usual, so help yourselves."

He pressed play.

Covent Garden Flowers, Thursday

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was slightly late to her shift today.

She also had something of a headache. Thanks, jello shots! You were ever so helpful.

One of the plants was softly singing off in a corner, and Octavia was just doing her best not to slump over the counter until she was free to go home again.

[ooc: Slightly uninspire, but open!]