The Beach, Late Wednesday Evening

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's detour to the Devil's Nest had turned out much better than expected.

But ultimately, she'd still ended up slipping away into the night. She'd gone home, grabbed a few of the beers she'd bought earlier in the day, along with an extra layer to wear under her leather jacket, and then she'd gone back out again, heading to the beach. It was dark, but she didn't mind. She could light her way with her flashlight, though that was mostly just so she didn't trip on anything.

Because she knew the way.

And so there she was. Sitting on the sand with a beer in hand, the flashlight on the ground next to her as if it was providing the idea of a fire because putting together an actual one wasn't something she'd felt like doing.

Occasionally, she threw small rocks into the water. She'd seen someone do stone-skipping once or twice, but she wasn't really even trying to learn that, at least not right now. She was just enjoying the splashing sound it made when the stones broke through the water's surface.

Other than that, it was quiet.

And the restless feeling was finally starting to slowly fade a little bit.

[ooc: Open beach is open, Octavia available with an eventual SP warning as it is about midnight my time!]

Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [09/26].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Inspired by his self-defense class earlier, Prompto came into work with a mission. A fun mission, because he was thinking what really needed to happen today? Was puppy tomb raiders.

The tombs weren't really that elaborate or anything; mostly just toys and treats hidden under blankets and inside carriers and stuff, with a few obstacles thrown in the way. The really exciting ones were the tombs with treats, because those became a race for time, to see if the puppies could get to them before the cats (obviously the bad guys!) did.

They were all terrible at it, of course, but the whole thing was super heckin' adorable, and that's what really mattered in the end, now, wasn't it?

Furnado is open!

Covent Garden Flowers, Thursday

[okteiviakom]

Octavia felt surprisingly okay today. She hadn't drunk enough for a hangover last night, and she had some plans on the horizon, some vague and some more concrete and immediate. So, she felt... okay. Which was kind of an unfamiliar feeling, after the last while.

So of course there was an excess of roses at Covent Garden today, as if someone had put an extra 0 or possibly even two at the end of whatever the store had meant to order, and now they were everywhere, dozens of them in all possible colors. Some even had glitter on them, which Octavia continued to find really ridiculous. Even though it was pretty when it caught the light, yes, because the flower was pleasing enough in its own right, and it just seemed wasteful.

Anyway. Eventually, she put a sign up on the window:

FREE ROSE WITH EVERY PURCHASE
or buy a dozen for $5

There, now she'd done something about the rose deluge.

[ooc: Open!]

Devil's Nest, Thursday, September 26, 2019

[texted3times]

Tiny was behind the bar. The DJ was playing Lizzo and Lil Nas X and making Eric feel every year of his millennia years old, and he'd put Lucifer's piano in a corner (but then he'd also added a spotlight. And a microphone. And also shut up.)

There was a sign on the door tonight:

THE MONSTERS' RELATIVES SHOW UP TOMORROW.
WE'RE FULLY STOCKED AND HAVE SHARP WEAPONS.

Eric knew his demographic.

The Devil's Nest was open!

Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Thursday

[built_fjord_tough]

So, there was some kind of visitors-to-the-island thing coming up tomorrow. Didn't matter a whole hell of a lot to Fjord. It wasn't like he even knew anybody who might come visit him.

Not being able to contact his own damn world didn't help that, any.

Was he coping with this by beating the shit out of a piece of hot metal over an anvil?

You bet he was!

When in doubt, be productive.

Violently.

Look, he was in one of the few places of employment where he could get away with it. He was taking full advantage of that.

[OOC: Open!]

Syndulla Scrap, Thursday

[chirpchirpchirp]

It felt like it had been basically forever since Vette had been into the scrapyard on account of being a little bluebird of happiness or whatever, and so it probably wasn't any wonder that the moment she set foot in the joint, she made a beeline for Rusty, so that she could give her scruffy piece of scrap metal a hug and a length of rebar to gnaw on.

And from there, Twi'lek and bitey thing were making a journey to go check on the progress that Wayne had made on the snowmobile since the last time she'd poked at it.

A lot, apparently, and she gave a low whistle before hunkering right in to start poking at bits here and there, considering anything that had been made custom, and then wondering if there was anything that could be done in order to build off of those parts and make them more efficient. Maybe she could change out the fuel systems for something a little more efficient...

If anybody needed Vette, she was going to just be... you know... trying some things. Fancy things. Potentially explosive things.

Because what else was employment for, right?

[OOC: Open!]