Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [06/11].

[howareyanow]

Wayne didn't know who had come in and put colorful bandanas on all the puppers in the shelter that week (the vet said it wasn't her), but he kinda wanted to find out who it was and shake their hand. Because he didn't think there was any way a day that involved being surprised by pupper in bandanas could be a bad day.

Even if one in particular was testing his strength on not just up and adopting the little guy right then and there. They were all good bos, it was true, but sometimes, there was definitely a best bo.

Furndado is open!

[[ why, yes, sometimes I just google cute animal pictures and go from there for these posts <3 ]]

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Thursday [06/11].

[special_rabbit]

Most of Amaya's week at the shop had been spent alternating between working on Lucille's bookshelf and Magnus's rapier and Seivarden's Secret Project which had been pushed aside a little for actual paying jobs, but she wasn't worried about that because it was a secret so she didn't even know it was being delayed.

Working on siege weapons in class earlier, though, left Amaya wanting to tinker around with some of the devices she was planning on presenting to put into the bookshelf, because she was really sold on the whole 'weaponized bookshelf' thing and had no intentions of letting it go, because how could she possibly be satisfied with making just a boring old bookshelf now that this was even an option?

So enter with caution, as there were little tiny missle launchers being tinkered with at the worktable, but, really, such precautions should always be taken when stepping inside Amaya's forge.

The Forge is open!

The Devil's Nest, June 11, 2020 [Thursday after dark]

[texted3times]

Eric hated this part of the year: it took forever for the sun to go down and he couldn't go out until it was dark. By then Tiny had generally chosen some kind of weird drink special (today was apparently National Corn Day, so they were having specials on bourbon cocktails) that Eric didn't get a say in.

(Well, Eric always had a say but by the time he got there, he didn't care enough to start an argument.)

So he came in, poured himself a Southern Comfort and True Blood (don't judge), flipped on some house music and waited to see if Lucifer would pop out to complain.

He'd also put the sign back on the door about the axe-throwing competition on Saturday night.

[OOC: OCD free!]

Luke's, Thursday

[betterthanaplan]

The true joy of living in the future was that you could impulsively throw your phone into the sea and still recover all the data from "the cloud" on the spare you kept hidden on your boat ten minutes later. Which meant went Duke came into the diner Thursday morning with a cooler full of crab, he also had with him a cardboard box full of decorations to put up, including several random photos of the island he'd taken with his phone over the last ten months. His staff watched him unpack the box with raised eyebrows -- no one had bothered to redecorate the diner since Vincent had been here. Someone put on a playlist of songs Duke remembered from high school, and he rolled his eyes but didn't make them change it.

It was mostly kitschy stuff like tickle sticks and decorated paddles and old life preservers. The photos included shots of the furry fish from the river in the preserve, the porgs hanging out on the rocky bits, and his pirate crew from his first class. A picture of femme-presenting Duke, hair braided, holding a toy shark -- from well before he and Octavia were even a thing, much less them adopting sharks as one of their symbols. Blown up large and glossy was an 8x10 of Williams sprawled on a scooter from the shenanigans yesterday, looking pissy while Tahani awkwardly pushed him around in her stilettos.

Duke was pretty proud of that one. It was terribly artistic! He hummed along as the next song started, not really paying much attention as he decided where to hang his old cavalry saber.

I've been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they're real

He kept his expression carefully blank as he pulled out the prom photo Octavia had left in his office before she disappeared. He hung it up next to his office, under a beaten and blunt-looking old machete. He stepped back and looked at it for a long moment, debating whether or not he wanted to take it down. Whether the ache in his chest was the good or bad kind.

And screamed at the make-believe
Screamed at the sky
And you finally found all your courage
To let it all go

Duke choked faintly as he registered the lyrics he was listening to. "Change the song!"

"But it's the Cure!" Greg protested.

"CHANGE IT."

The song switched to some innocuous pop ditty, and Duke's shoulders drooped. He took a few deep breaths to recenter himself, then turned back to his box and pulled out the tip of an antique harpoon.

Let's not look too closely at how so many of his "kitschy decorative objects" could easily double as weapons.

Today's specials
CATCH OF THE DAY!
Maryland blue crab boil with beer and old bay

Luke's was open and OCD free.