T42 - Thursday 6am-6pm

[hernando_fuentes]

Hernando was yawning when he headed into the store. Sparkle had apparently enjoyed an evening of fireball whiskey and glittery drinks and god only knew what else, which meant Hernando got to enjoy show tunes until the wee small hours.

That wasn't sarcasm. Nor was it a euphemism. He was just a bit tired this morning.

The store was doing a display of Titian's works, pride of place going to 'Man with a Glove'. He frowned at the wall for a moment, tracing a finger along the frame of that portrait. "What are you trying to tell me?" he murmured. The wall, of course, did not answer.

Chalkboard Babies had arranged themselves by the pastries and were hopping for attention. Hernando smiled at them and congratulated them on their spelling. Today's offerings were a fruit and custard pavlova, cream scones, blackberry Earl Grey pocket pies, lemon chamomile shortbead cut into little bunny shapes, strawberry matcha roll cake, chocolate and pistachio whoopie pies, peach panna cotta, and of course a selection of cupcakes.

The Specials board rattled. Hernando went to put it outside.

SPECIALSWhite chocolate chestnut roasted mate
Clementine clove ceylon
Violet-infused gyokuro

"Aren't we being fancy today," Hernando murmured, amused, as he turned the 'OPEN' sign on.

[T42 is Open!]

Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [09/12].

[hashtag_chocobro]

It was hard not to go to work after a lesson like the one in self-defense class without thinking of one thing:

PUPPY WRESTLING!

It wasn't playing around! It was an important reinforcement of the skills he'd just picked up, in the cutest, most cuddly way possible. And that was just smart.

Not a bad way to spend a work day, at any rate, and some of those puppers were really giving him an adorable run for his money, too.

Furnado is open!

The preserve- Thursday morning

[thatwaslucky]

A couple weeks ago Rey had tripped up a little in training, and it's bothered her ever since. Maybe "tripped up" wasn't right. Maybe "caught up in her own head" was. But since then she'd had something sort of click to tell her she'd been looking at it wrong, so this morning she headed out to the preserve and found a spot to work.

She didn't really get all the jumps and leaps and everything, at least not outside of what she normally did, so she knew she must have looked like an idiot to start.

She knew how to do this, she just hadn't tried it yet.

So she tried another tack, taking a deep breath and taking a running start through the woods, trusting that she wouldn't trip, and she didn't, trusting that at the right time she could launch herself over a fallen log that she shouldn't have been able to clear safely, and she did. She rolled into a somersault and popped back up to her feet, about a yard away from an alot of trees, who startled.

"Oh! You're fine!" Rey assured it. "You're fine, I promise!"

Maybe this kind of practice would have to wait in favor of trying to un-scare an alot.


[Ive had this post in my head too long, it had to get out. Open if you're in the woods!]

Fandom Counseling, Thursday

[sharp_man]

Another week, another no-more-trauma-than-usual day on Fandom, which meant Hannibal was working on his class plans for tomorrow.

Well, he was planning on it, anyway. At the moment he was listening to an NPC island inhabitant bemoan their fate of trying to get back lost luggage when the airline wouldn't acknowledge your address, or indeed your identity, existed.

Mostly he was nodding along in the right places, and planning his class in his head.


But Fandom Counseling was open!

Devil's Nest, Thursday, September 12, 2019

[texted3times]

Look at Eric showing up two weeks in a row like some kind of responsible business owner!

It didn't have anything to do what Lucifer had said last week because screw that guy. (No really, screw that guy. Eric highly recommended it.)

The axe-throwing was open, the DJ wasn't openly terrified for once, and Tiny was behind the bar.

Eric was around, but he wasn't serving you anything, thanks.