Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [05/21].

[howareyanow]

Now, Wayne took this here job because he liked pups and he missed working with pups and he knew that Prompto, for all his flaws, was pretty good with these pups and now that he was gone, these pups would miss that sort of interaction and Wayne was more'n happy to keep up the tradition, but what he did not sign up for was this level of being absolutely beset with cats.

Not that there was anything wrong with cats. Cats were just fine, and having a few of them around to take care of mice and other rodents in the barns and the fields was a good thing, except for the fact that your sister seemed to think it was a good idea to ruin it all by feeding them, and how're you gonna expect a fed cat to be bothered with chasin' mice, Katy?

But these cats, it seemed, apparently were never fed, because they kept pesterin' Wayne about it in very vocal (and climby) swarms, despite all their food dishes being perfectly full and waitin' for them. But still, they seemed determined to not only pester Wayne, but also to climb on him, and he was pretty sure a few of them were licking him to test and see if he was food.

And if Wayne understood cats any better, he might have realized that this was all some sort of protest for them missing Sidon. It was very upsetting, when your large source of emergency food just suddenly went missing for a couple weeks and the only replacement was very distinctly not even good food like he was.

Furnado is open!

And covered in cats.

The Perk, Thursday Afternoon

[my_own_advocate]

Well, it had certainly been a bloody week. Or two, at this point.

It had taken until Thursday - had taken eight months for Lucifer to get to this point, but he was finally. At this point. Sitting at a table at the Perk, a decadent chocolate drink sitting in front of him. Eyeing his phone.

The hurt was still an inescapable thing inside of him, gnawing on something worse that he preferred not to think about. But the anger-- the anger had taken a backseat to so many other things this week and he just. He pressed the button, the one underneath the word DETECTIVE, and waited.

( It didn't ring. )

He picked up his mug and took a long sip.

No point at all.

[[ open ]]

The warehouse with the firebird on the door- Thursday evening

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine had been spending a lot of time here lately. Not that she found it any easier to get to her galaxy right now, but she was coming up on her senior year and starting to think about what things looked like after that. And she had a feeling she did actually know what it looked like.

So she was playing around in the warehouse more, trying things with flammable substances she had gotten from last year's trips back to some version of home, setting things off and seeing how they worked. The ventilation worked great, nothing was big enough to be dangerous, and it probably only sounded like fireworks going off from the outside.

Creativity looks different on different people.


[Open!]

Luke's, Thursday

[betterthanaplan]

Duke was very quiet at the diner today. He'd set himself up in a corner with some paperwork and wasn't even grumbling about having to do payroll. His staff gave him a wide berth, except to occasionally drop off a cup of coffee or offer him a sandwich. It seemed like everyone was hyperaware of his situation and mood, and handling him with kid gloves.

It kinda pissed him off.

"Shouldn't some of you be arguing about something stupid?" he finally asked. "Or writing weird messages on the specials board or building a fort out of frozen beef or something?"

The staff was sure they had no idea what he was talking about.

Today's special
Catch of the day!
Cajun-style blackened red snapper

Luke's was open and OCD free.