Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [08/29].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto had a busy, busy weekend ahead of him, but he figured he should still get in his shift at Furnado before completely giving in to probably a solid 48 hours of just flailing and freaking out and being nervous and excited and nercited, which was totally a thing, don't even! Truth be told, this whole Royal Birthday Celebration thing going down for Noctis tomorrow had everyone a little antsy; they'd never really done anything like this before, not to this extent, and it just had everyone wondering if there was some deeper meaning behind it, or if it was just simply one proud father wanting to do something big for his son's birthday. His son who was absolutely mortified by all of it.

Tomorrow was definitely going to be...interesting. And even if Noctis seemed to completely dread every aspect about it, Prompto had to admit, he was a little thrilled. There was going to be a parade, and Prompto was going to be in it at Noct's side (yeah, yeah, Iggy's and Gladio's, too), as an official Kingsglaive-in-Training, and it was kind of blowing his freaking mind!

And then, right after that, the very next day, the very next morning (ugh, he was going to have to get up so early, after a night of partying, to get back on time!), it was the Welcome Picnic. Already. Like, how??? And the welcome picnic meant a new semester, which meant the end of the last one, officially, which meant Yang was finally going to be heading home, and they hadn't even talked about it yet and he had no idea what that was going to mean for them, but he was too nervous to bring it up, not if he didn't have to, maybe if he never brought it up, they wouldn't have to talk about it, and everything would just be fine, but no matter what, he'd still gone and invited her to be his guest at the big birthday ball that was going on, and she'd said yes, and so that had to be a good thing, right? She wouldn't have said yes if her going home was going to be a bad thing, as far as they went....would she?

He was trying very hard not to think about it, and he was doing a terrible job with it, but, thankfully, Prompto had a lot of work to do. No, it wasn't work that had anything to do with the animals, although there was definitely a few breaks made to go play with puppies for a bit. No, the work Prompto had in store for him today involved an industrial size bottle of glitter, some colorful paints, a ginormous stack of what looked like junk mail, and a box of Band-Aids for the inevitable multitude of papercuts that would ensue.

What even was he working on?

Nothing....it was nothing. Don't worry about it...

Furnado is open!

Syndulla Scrap, Thursday

[chirpchirpchirp]

This week? Was a quiet week, and Vette could absolutely live with that. Heck, she was kind of enjoying it, considering the fact that this year she'd been turned into a monster bent on eating people.

Twice.

And in a couple of days there would be new kids, and she would get to start her dance of patiently explaining that she wasn't human and this wasn't a costume and this place apparently really wanted them all dead, now with all the experience of an Earth calendar year under her belt. A full year! That... was weird. Weirder still was that she was no longer chomping at the bit to go home forever, which you'd think the double-dose of 'tried to eat people' experience really would have cemented for her?

So, that was what she was mulling over while sorting through scrap today, to see which of her inventory had been moved to another part of the scrapyard by Wayne and which still needed to be counted. Possibly chased down because it had also been moved to another part of the scrapyard. And she didn't even mind. Finding it and figuring out if she'd made a note of it was actually a kind of fun game. Especially if she could get Rusty the Bitey Bit to sniff out the parts she did already know about!

She liked Rusty. He just got her.

[OOC: Open!]

Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Thursday

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord was in the mood for hitting things with hammers today, yes. Very much the mood for hitting things with hammers. So much so that, after waking up that morning spitting seawater (you'd think he'd be getting used to that by now), he'd basically taken only as much time as it took to pull on his clothing and armor before stalking out the door and heading down to the forge.

Apparently, the forge was going to be his go-to coping solution for dealing with being bullied by horrible glowing eyes in his dreams. At least on Thursdays.

And until Amaya woke up and came downstairs to give him some direction, hitting things with hammers was exactly what he was going to do.

Let's see how many dagger blades he could make before then, hm?

[OOC: Open!]

The Park; Thursday Afternoon [08/29].

[died8yearsago]

Rosa had been on this island long enough (aka too damn long) to really, really appreciate these particular weeks, those moments right before the start of a new semester. Almost without exception, things were exceptionally quiet in those few days before the welcome picnic, as everyone just sort of took a breath before diving into the whirlwind of a big change. Of course, after this summer, it was hard to think that next week could hold anything that would throw any of them off now, but that wasn't going to stop Rosa from just enjoying it a little.

A little.

She didn't need anyone thinking she might actually like something about this place.

But the few days before a welcome picnic were perfect for just enjoying the island being a little on the quiet side, for taking her dog for a walk, maybe even sitting on a park bench with a cup of coffee from the Perk to watch Arlo 2 continue to fail at knowing how ducks (and sometimes her own legs) worked.

It was actually kind of nice.

Until she went and took that first sip of her coffee...and promptly spit it back out.

"What the crap? I said black coffee. Black! Regular. Black. Coffee. Those sons of bitches..."

Well. She hoped the ground enjoyed pumpkin spice, because there was no way Rosa was drinking that.


[[ save me from work. although now that I've posted this, I'm gonna get slammed, just watch. BUT IT'S OPEN! ]]

Devil's Nest, Thursday Night [August 29, 2019]

[texted3times]

Eric was used to being feared. He liked being feared. He'd been a vampire for close to 2000 years!

So spending a week as a plastic potato with FANGS was not fearsome. At all. And Eric had spent the last week sulking about it brooding over it.

Fortunately, he'd come up with an amazing solution to reinforcing his awesomeness and simulateous need to be feared: an axe-throwing section attached to the club.

"Now the DJs will stop playing ABBA," he said pointedly at the DJ as he threw an axe straight into the center of the target. "Or face consequnces."

There was a new sign up on the door:

COME THROW AXES!
(NOT AT EACH OTHER*)




*Exceptions may be made. Inquire with management BEFORE attempting murder.