Furnado Animal Shelter; Friday [11/28].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Neither Prompto nor Sidon were familiar with Thanksgiving beyond what they'd been exposed to so far thanks to their collective years at Fandom, but they knew enough that it involved a big feast, and so you'd better believe that the two of them had joined forces to oh-so-handwavily put together such a feast for all the animals over at the shelter yesterday, and, today, Sidon came in to discover the aftermath of such a feast.

Which was an overall animal food coma spread across the entire shelter, from amphibians to zebra-striped cats, all of them incredibly sleepy and lazy and....well, adorable, really.

Well, except for that one cat. That one cat was still cutely attacking anything under the sun, but mostly just Sidon because literally none of the other animals were having any of it right now.

Furnado is open! And so, so sleepy.

[[method rp, wut?]]

The warehouse Rey seems to be stealing- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

Historically this had always been a tough time of year for Rey, though she had no idea whether it would feel the same this year. There had been a lot of changes since the last holiday season she'd spend in Fandom, maybe it'd be easier now.

Or maybe it'd hurt more, so Rey had spent most of yesterday at the shooting range, since that was something she had to get better at. It helped to feel like she was actively working toward something. And today at least was training, which she was looking forward to, even if she still didn't entirely know what to expect yet.

She got to the warehouse early, running through the firm she'd learned last week with her staff while she waited for Anakin. She still found this one boring, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to make sure she had it down.


[Open!]

Around Town [all night Friday because bursting into flame is uncool]

[texted3times]

Eric (and Tiny. Mostly Tiny) were putting signs up all over town to announce a holiday party for the adults tomorrow:

DECEMBER MEANS GETTING DRUNK AND CALLING IT FESTIVE SOOOOO....

Holiday-of-your-choice Party at Devil's Nest
Tomorrow Night
Free Drinks*
Free Food*
Festive Attire NOT REQUIRED!*
SMALL ANNOYING HIGH SCHOOLERS ARE NOT GETTING SERVED ALCOHOL*






*many exceptions apply. If you order something especially stupid, we'll charge double.
*this is actually true.
*unless it's a really inappropriate Christmas sweater.
*there are no exceptions to this.

[OOC: Come chat at Eric if you'd like!]

The Perk; Friday Afternoon [11/29].

[howareyanow]

Wayne usually didn't bother with getting coffee at the coffee shop while he was out and about; he just took it black, made it much more to his liking himself, and it was cheaper, besides, but sometimes, you just wanted a little pick-me-up when you were going around, just looking for something to do.

Of course, Wayne felt almost instant regret once one of the baristas behind the counter started singing along with the holiday music that was being played. Which would be fine, sometimes you just culdn't help it, they were known to be catchy like that. But that was if you were singing the carols and what not normally, which was not at all what this barista was doing.

No. She was singing them in a chicken voice.

Just cluck-cluck-clucking away to 'Jingle Bells.'

And Wayne knew fer a fact that there wasn't a scrapyard big enough on this whole island to hold how many spare parts that was.


[[ literally a thing my coworker was doing today, which I only survived based on the merits of it making one hell of a post. lord help me. ]]

[[ also, open post is totes open, chicken-singing or otherwise ]]