Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (10/4)

[goldfishontherocks]

A couple of porgs had followed Keyleth all the way to work today and she, for one, was absolutely not complaining.

"Just try not to get underfoot too much, okay?" she told them once she realized they were following her around the shop, too. "Because I know you're trying to be helpful and all, and I appreciate it, believe me, so getting stepped on is really going to impede your ability to help. And that would be terrible."

They didn't stop following her around after that, but, charitably, she was going to assume they understood.

[OOC: Shop/post open, blah blah inevitable SP, etc., I want to not have to get out of bed today.]

Furnado Animal Shelter; Friday [10/04].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

As someone who was always a little (pardon the expression!) moist, the jello yesterday didn't bother Sidon too much, especially since it was still quite warm enough to enjoy the water and so he had the unique experience of getting to merely swim through the jello, which most floated near the surface anyway. It was a rather...interesting experience, one he might be fine with not experiencing again, but still not entirely terrible.

The new spiders they'd just gotten in at the shelter, however, now, that was an experience he rather enjoyed! Completely contrary to the reaction of his fellow coworker just yesterday, Sidon was thrilled for the opportunity to take care of and get to know the hairy little guys better, to the point of even letting them on his shoulders and the top of his broad head so that they could go and get a nice tour of the whole place and meet all their fellow animals and critters around the place.

Marvelous! The days where he could make new friends were always the best ones!

Although he did feel a little concerned, because he was pretty sure he'd started with four trantulas,and now there seemed to only be three...

Furnado is open!

The Park, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Did Kanan look tired today as he made his way into the park? You bet Kanan looked tired today as he made his way into the park. Yesterday's jello rain had caught him off-guard, and he'd spent far too much of his day getting tarps up over the Escape and then heading to the scrapyard to do the same for the Ghost, before doubling back to try to clean the ships from underneath those tarps before that gunk started to harden there. Sure, going fast enough in-atmosphere would just burn it off, but his ship in particular had jointed wings, and you couldn't burn anything off if you couldn't unfold them. Not to mention the worry that some of that might have made its way into the inner workings, and then there was the chore of uncovering them again, and...

Suffice it to say that being the maintenance man on a pair of freighters meant that he had his work cut out for him whenever the island's weather decided to get a little weird.

Which was why he was meditating in the park this afternoon, honest.

It wasn't sleeping, it was just... kinda close to it, that was all.

Though, really, he could probably stand to get some more of that sleep stuff, too.

[OOC: Open!]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

[chirpchirpchirp]

Sticky stuff falling from the sky was officially the worst. Sure, the weather was back to normal now, but did anybody here really appreciate just how difficult it was to get dried jello out from under a pair of lekku? Did they really? Vette pretty much needed to soak that out, which meant she was up half the night showering. Sure, going for a swim would have done the job much faster, and Vette had been tempted to make use of the pool in the dorms for just that reason, but decided against gumming up the works with jello.

So she was maybe a little bit grumpy as she came in for her shift at the Wellspring Arms, grumbling to herself while she made certain the weapons were clean and calibrated in the shop before she set to picking the dried jello out of her blasters, too.

Ugh, they were going to be write-offs, weren't they?

[OOC: Open!]

Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord wasn't wearing his armor today at Caritas.

And yes, that was weird.

After getting home from work through yesterday's jello rain, he'd spent a good chunk of the night just cleaning it off because that crap was hell on leather, which meant that today he was letting it just sort of... dry a bit.

So if anybody ever wanted to see Fjord tending bar in a white t-shirt and a pair of black jeans with his usual knee-high boots and not much else, today was absolutely your chance.

Yes, he felt weird about it. But that was probably mostly because Tino and the zombies were all kind of staring at him, trying to figure out what to make of it.

"You'd think it was my first time wearing a plain white shirt around here."

Kind of was, Fjord.

[OOC: Open!]

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

There were so many phone calls today.

Nearly all of them having to deal with the fallout of yesterday's Jello rain.

"No," Liam said, pinching the bridge of his nose as he explained for what felt like the hundredth time. "You can't file a formal complaint because the Jello damaged your hydrangea."

"Because there's no one to file a complaint against."

"Yeah, good luck getting 'the island' to answer for that."

[ooc: i'm home, it's my day off, i'm bored, the post is open!]

Syndulla Scrap, Friday

[futurespacemom]

Yesterday had been jello rain and frantically running around with Kanan trying to protect the ships.

Today was trying to clean off all the bits that had made it through anyway. Chopper was grumbling, Rusty (looking clean for once) was sulking, and the Ghost smelled like fruit.

Maybe once she made sure it was still spaceworthy, she could just take it up and shoot some asteroids.


Syndulla Scrap was open!