Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [10/03].

[hashtag_chocobro]

"SPIDERS?????"

Not just any spiders, either, but big, hairy, nasty, crawly, fuzzy, creeping tarantulas. Prompto was just now meeting the newest residents at the shelter, and he was not a fan.

"No way," he protested. "No way, dude! I'm not touching them. I'm not going near them. What if they bite me? What if they, like, crawl up all in my hair or in my boots or something and then there's a spider in my room that I don't even know about and he lays eggs in my mouth when I'm sleeping and then--"

The vet pointed out that Prompto didn't need to touch them to feed them, and then he pointed out that he would be touching them by default if they were to feed on his hand, and he was seriously about three seconds away from calling Sidon for back up because he knew that dude feared pretty much nothing, but, grimacing, wincing the whole time, feeling sick to his stomach, he chanced some horrible fate and got it done.

"There!" he said. "And never again! New goal: find a home for these guys before next week because I am not going through that again! Now someone get me a puppy!"

Furnado is open!

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center- Thursday

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Cool. Today was great.

Sabine was spending too much of her time at the shop trying to clean Jello off her armor, knowing full well that when she left work it was all going to get gross again.

She supposed it could be worse. At least she had a helmet so it wasn't in her hair. (She also had to clean her helmet.)


[Open, no OCD!]

T42 - Thursday 6am-6pm

[hernando_fuentes]

Hernando went into the store to make sure everything was set up for the day and promptly blinked at the weather outside. The slushy sort of splattering sound coming down was reminiscent of sleet only.. thicker. Also more colorful. Also not disappearing when it hit the ground. "Is it raining gelatin?" he wondered, walking over to the window.

It appeared so.

"That's new," he murmured. He absently affixed the lock to the quokka door so they wouldn't go out and muck about in it, not that they seemed to be inclined to do anything other than hop around the store excitedly. Except for Dave, who was perched on the thick window ledge, glaring at outside as if it had personally offended him. Which it might have done. There was no knowing with Dave.

Hernando stopped to deliver some scritches to the grumpy churbling quokka. "I don't think we will have any customers today, my friend. You may have to help me eat those blueberry tarts." What a shame. Woe. Hernando sent a text to Sparkle to warn him about the weather on the off chance today was a manic distraction day; if he'd plans to go out, he might want to take a rain-check.

He didn't even see the unfortunate pun until after he sent it. Hernando sighed, it was just going to be that sort of day. Well, at least there was fine tea and delicious pastries.

[T42 is Open!]

Stark Industries, Thursday

[imafuturist]

Well, this was going to be a normal, quiet day at the shop. But that was before the jello had begun.

Now it was a day of trying to get the dog clean.

"JARVIS, jello-proof armor. Jot that down," Tony muttered, struggling to keep a sticky, red colored dog from escaping to get more sugar.

[open shop!]

MCA laundry room- Thursday late afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

Rey had gone off with Summer to Coruscant to help her get set up there... and got back just in time for Jello to fall from the sky. Which was sort of weirdly perfect and also annoying, so she'd sent a text and gone home.

And now she was downstairs in the laundry room with wet hair after a shower and different clothes, shoving the clothes she had been wearing in a machine. If anyone else wanted to get in on this otherwise very small load, now was the time.


[I need fluff. Open for replies and anyone who'd be in the MCA laundry room!]

The perk, Thursday morning

[betterthanaplan]

Duke had dealt with a lot strange or threatening weather in his time. Giant hailstones, volcanic ash, even the occasional odd rain of aquatic animals thanks to water spouts.

Jello was a new one for him.

By the time he finished securing the Cape Rouge against the . . . precipitation . . . he was soaked, sticky, and smelling like fruit punch, and unwilling to track the sugary crap back into his nice clean rooms below decks. He found the options on the boardwalk rather underwhelming (who went for lobster in Maryland?), and most of the storefronts were crowded with soaked, sticky, fruit-punch-smelling porgs (okay, fine, there were like three, still). So he headed into town instead, hunched into a rain slicker, and trying to keep from slipping in the puddles of wobbly fruit gel.

He shook himself off as best he could before heading into the Perk and attempted to shove his sticky hair out of his face.

"A cup of the strongest, most bitter crap you have, please," he requested. Ugh, he was pretty sure he had jello in his sinuses. "And a roll of paper towels would be great."

He grabbed a table by the window once he had his order, and looked gloomily out. Hopefully the rain couldn't keep up too long?

"This cannot be good for the environment."

[Work is probably going to try to drown me later, but I couldn't resist this boy's first weird rain. Open!]

Atlas Gym, Thursday Afternoon

[firstofitskind]

Liam was annoyed by the weather. Liam was also annoyed by the Danger Shop yet again wreaking havoc on his class plans. Not punch-smoking-holes-in-the-gym-equipment annoyed, only regular levels of annoyed, but physical activity was still his go-to outlet and so here he was.

He grabbed one of the fencing sabres from the equipment locker and spent a moment scrolling through options for the sim on his Global, finally settling on one where his opponent would use moves that would get them disqualified in anything resembling an official match.

Satisfied, he set the sim down and powered it up, getting his sabre ready as his simulated opponent sprung to life.

[ooc: open!]

Covent Garden Flowers, Thursday

[okteiviakom]

Octavia did not own an umbrella.

That had never been a problem before, but this morning was different. This morning, she'd spent the first twenty minutes of her shift in the back room, trying to clean Jello from her hair and her clothes. She'd only been about half successful, which meant that she was doomed to feeling gross and sticky for the rest of the day.

And that was when the calls started coming in.

About half of them were people trying to order roses, which seemed to have all vanished from the store today. Because irony, or something.

And yeah, big surprise, the other half of the calls were people who suddenly wanted to get deliveries for the things they'd said they were going to come pick up themselves when they'd ordered.

Octavia was going to go buy an umbrella once her shift was over.

[ooc: Open!]

Fandom Counseling, Thursday

[sharp_man]

Hannibal was back in his office today, working on tomorrow's class. No odd knights with coconuts were going to stop this week's lesson!

Of course, he did have to stop every so often to see a patient, but he could multitask.


Fandom Counseling was open!

The Park - Thursday afternoon.

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack saw the jello rain and decided to avoid it. That worked until she'd been stuck in her apartment by herself for too many hours and she got bored. Reconsidered the jello and what it must be like outside.

After half a day of jello rain.

A slightly manic grin and a bit of tuneless whistling, one change of clothes into things she didn't care were destroyed, the collection of a tarp later and she was off to the park.

Where she proceeded to startle the ducks by unfolding the tarp, getting a good run up, and then slaloming across the jello-coated grass on it. A delighted cackle when that actually worked, and now there was one incredibly amused bald woman zipping across the slimy grass and taking herself down the playground slides like a very tall five-year-old.

Look. When life hands you slimy, chunk, slippery rain, you take your fun where you find it.

[Open park is open. If anyone needs to jello wrestle Jack, there she be.]

Devil's Nest, Thursday, October 3, 2019

[texted3times]

So. It was raining jello.

Eric had never been so glad to have slept in the office last night. Because ew.

There was a sign on the door tonight:

NO JELLO SHOTS SPECIAL
BECAUSE THAT'S GROSS.

The Devil's Nest was open. Come have a real drink.

Syndulla Scrap, Thursday

[chirpchirpchirp]

So... Vette was not a happy Twi'lek.

Very much not a happy Twi'lek. She'd woken up early that morning to make sure Foomy and Miss Dozy had enough food to get them through the day and so on, had taken one look outside, had made the most ungodly mynock-screeching sound, and then had bolted to the scrapyard in order to get all the important stuff under tarps.

So, the snowmobile, mostly. People who wanted their ships to be safe from falling jello really needed to get their butts out of bed and take care of that themselves. Vette was just one girl, after all. One girl, coated in wiggly slime, feeling altogether horrible and spending the rest of the day hiding under an eaves, trying to get some of the ick off of the bitey bits so that they wouldn't go to rust.

Yes, even Rusty, no matter how much it struggled to make a break for it.

At least the snowmobile was okay.

[OOC: Open!]

Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Thursday

[built_fjord_tough]

What was green, wiggly, large, and cranky?

Fjord trying to shake the jello off on the foundry's front stoop, not wanting to set foot inside today while he was sticky all over. He'd been around for December's strange precipitation, of course, but even the falling sugar was relatively innocuous compared to the slime that was slowly oozing its way down the back of Fjord's shirt, prompting another horrified shudder out of him.

He'd actually get to work eventually. Probably. But for the time being, he was mostly just wondering why it couldn't be raining something easy to deal with, like... he didn't know, maybe water.

Hell, as more jello squidged its way down his back, Fjord was reasonably certain he'd even take falling turnips.

[OOC: Open!]