Turtle & Canary; Thursday [02/13]

[died8yearsago]

So, Rosa actually really loved this week, so long as she didn't actually have to leave her apartment. Because her boyfriend was a superhuman with incredible healing powers, which meant that he could actually keep up with her. And it was great. She'd put in the rest of the week off to get out of her patrols, she emerged just barely to settle things for her class, and then it was back to it with no intention of leaving again unless absolutely necessary.

...which meant this was a terrible week to forget you were about to run out of dog food. In Rosa's defense, her mind was on other things. But she figured she could make a quick run to Turtle & Canary, pick up some dog food, maybe pick up a little extra food for herself and Tightpants, too, since, you know, they'd shouldn't sustain themselves on just take-out all week, and a few other things. Nothing big. Just a quick run. In, out, back to the good stuff.

And it would have been a solid plan, too, if Rosa hadn't gone and got a little distracted by the display of bottles of champagne, red wine, and rose marked half-off for Valentine's Day. A stupid thing to get distracted by, maybe, but she did love her some wine, and at that price....


[[ store totally modded with permission, and it's open for all your moddable shopping and/or bothering Rosa needs! ]]

Furnado Animal Shelter Thursday [02/13].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto was really, really, really regretting the fact that he'd agreed to do something for the party tonight, and it was pretty much all he could think of at work that day, while he sort of went through his usual tasks, somewhat glad that his regret was distracting him, but also, it wasn't really? Because it was all tied together? He couldn't believe he could let Sidon talk him into something like this. He had bee weak, impressionable, when it happened! He hadn't been in his right mind! He wondered if he could still back out of it. Or maybe just not show up at the party at all. But then he'd probably have to deal with Nina being mad at him, and he didn't want that...

He'd just tell Sidon he'd changed his mind! Yeah! That was it! Sidon would understand, because Sidon was great like that. He'd just take a moment and text him and let him know what was up and that he wasn't really feeling so comfortable with the idea any more...

...and then Sidon's texts came back, in multitudes, assuring Prompto that he had nothing to worry about, about how excited he was to be doing this thing with him, about how he could think of no other person he'd rather be doing this with, in language that was very typical of Sidon, but also seemed so much...more? And that easily left Prompto gawking slightly at his phone with his face glowing almost as red as a tomato.

Okay, okay, he'd do it. He...would probably do just about anything right now if it meant Sidon praising him some more.

Then he realized what was going on, sort of.

"Ugh," he said, to no one in particular, "stupid sexy shark prince."

He very wisely tucked his phone away and got up to get back to work....oh, no. No, not that way. That way was where the rabbits were, and, well....

Furnado is open!

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Thursday [02/13].

[special_rabbit]

With the exception of a small but appreciated interruption earlier in the week, Amaya had successfully managed to channel all of that jumbly, itchy energy into some consistent, productive work. Not exactly her best work--she was definitely hammering for quantity over quality at the moment--but it was good work, physical work, exhausting work....and distracting. Needed. Last night when she was settling in, she found herself wanting to read something with romance over something about mechanics or metallury or historical battles, and that...well, that just did not sit well with her.

So it was definitely back to the hitting the anvil hardcore that day, driving away any suggestion that she might ever, ever prefer mush over substance.


[[ why, yes, I already posted the forge this week, but I have PLANS, okay? With...myself. Don't judge.

But it is absolutely totally open for other things, toooooo! ]]

Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center- Thursday

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Work was good. Work was keeping Sabine nice and busy and distracted until the terrible idea party. She was basically giving herself busy work, but there was no harm in that,

At least until she noticed the squirrel scribbling furiously as it watched her handling and cleaning blasters, and then she was busy trying to grab notes away from a squirrel.


[Idk. Open!]

Somewhere Along the Beach, Thursday Afternoon

[notarockharpist]

Oh, Yasha was not a fan of this week.

It had been bad enough on Monday when everything had all been a vague not-quite-articulate sense that sort of made the back of her neck. It was worse on Tuesday, when she started to figure out exactly why she had that itchy feeling, and mildly horrifying yesterday when her thoughts had developed a tendency to drift in a very specific direction.

So now, today, she was both incredibly frustrated by the things she was thinking about a certain smartass monk and absolutely guilt-ridden by the fact that she was thinking them at all, not to mention having some very vivid memories about Zuala that were compounding the discomfort and the guilt of the whole situation, and she would've loved to solve all of those problems like she tended to, which was to say by running away from them.

So she'd tried to do exactly that, only to reach the far end of the causeway and not be able to go a step further. Several attempts met with the same non-result until finally after the fourth time she bumped into an invisible wall and thought she saw a warning flash of lightning off in the distance, she decided to take it as a sign and give up on that brilliant idea.

Which was how she'd ended up here, sitting atop a large rock on a solitary stretch of the beach and looking off across the water to where a storm seemed to be brewing. She hoped, anyway.

"There is something you need me to go and do for you, isn't there?" she asked, almost pleading, as she looked up into the clouds. "There has to be. Anything? Somewhere else? I'll do it, right now, I'll go, just …"

No glimpse of lightning from those distant clouds, though, and no sign of rain.

Yasha sighed and let her head drop forward, then cupped both hands over the back of her neck. Maybe at least the cool breeze and the bracing scent of the ocean air would help a little bit. Maybe.

[OOC: But the post is totally open, though. :D I've been wanting to do this to the poor girl all week. On a Thursday, even. God, I'm the worst.]

Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (2/14)

[notarockharpist]

Yasha was ... not a particularly happy person at the best of times, but this week seemed to have been designed specifically to make her especially unhappy.

That was even well before taking the madness of last-minute flower orders into account. Those alone were enough to be overwhelming, in between the phone calls and the walk-in customers, when this was literally her third day ever working in retail and she still had trouble getting the hang of the register. Having all of that to deal with and trying to hold it all together because the only thing this holiday did was make her miss Zuala so much it physically hurt? And then the flowers that had arrived for her this morning? She knew Beau had meant well by sending them -- she always did, even if it didn't always come off that way -- but honestly? That only made things worse.

Yasha would probably give anything for a couple of trolls or a nice hill giant to fight right about now. Maybe even a young dragon. It would make her feel better on so many levels, just being able to go into her battle rage and enter that welcome state of emotional blankness for a bit while she beat things up.

But no, there weren't going to be any convenient combat encounters to bail her out here, it seemed. Just a constant stream of customers, and ... so many flowers. So many.

This was fine. Really.

[OOC: Open shop/post! I am going to hell for being this mean to her, I swear.]