Furnado Animal Shelter Thursday [06/18].

[howareyanow]

It seemed that the bitey bits at the scrapyward weren't the only ones planning on performing a musical for Wayne that week, because, when he got to the animal shelter, sure enough, somehow, a stage had been erected, there was a folding chair sitting out waiting for him, and there was a show to be put on by...the cats.

He took a moment to whip his head accusingly at the vet, who denied having anything to do with any of it, and he squinted at her dubiously before the chorus of cats demanded his attention and wouldn't leave him alone until he sat down to watch their weird little play.

The bitey bits had been much better, but if it were the puppers who planned this, well, then, that'd clearly be a landslide victory.

Furndado is open!

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Thursday [06/18].

[special_rabbit]

Even with the interruption of her class in the morning, Amaya was starting to really feel Thursdays were her most productive at the forge. Or perhaps it was actually because of the interruption of her class, since she had only a certain amount of time to get things finished in the shop before she had to leave, had a nice little break to just talk about weapons and watch her students hit things, and then right back into it. That morning, she'd put the finishing touches on Summer's birthday present, and now it was putting the finishing touches on Lucille's bookshelf (complete with maybe a few little secret surprises) bookshelf, and, when that was finished, it would be right into the design for the hilt of Magnus's rapier that would best hold the piece of materia she was going to add to it.

She decided to go with the lightning one. Lightning was sort of sneaky, right? More so than fire or ice, anyway, since those were sort of the only types of materia she had, even if, by now, she had a lot of it...

The Forge is open!

Luke's, Thursday

[betterthanaplan]

Duke had brought his ukulele to the diner today. After last week, he wasn't about to let his staff pick their own music, and anyway, hanging out with Lucifer on Tuesday had him in the mood to make some.

Besides, he'd had Jimmy Buffet stuck in his head for days now.

If his waitstaff started waving lighters again, though, he was going to have to fire somebody.

Today's specials
CATCH OF THE DAY!
Caribbean fish curry

Luke's was open and OCD free.

The Perk, Thursday Afternoon

[crimson_sister]

With a cup of tea in front of her, and a book with pages smelling of mold, Lucille sat at a table by the window, occasionally throwing a glance at people passing by. Today she missed her house, and her brother, and even the housekeeper and her burnt food. The poor girl had been limping down the stairs and with the weakness from the poison in her tea all it had taken was a push, and she now rested, perhaps in peace, in one of the clay vats in the cellar. She had had enough money for Lucille to buy a piano, a shelf, and eventually some new books. All the girl had wished for was a respectable marriage.

That was the past. She shouldn't think of it. Fandom offered freedom, from convention, from a leaking house and from the clay pit that would eventually swallow it, unless the leaking roof would make it collapse first. Whichever way, all traces of her family would be cone, except for the graves.

She turned a page and took another sip of tea.

[Open. I love having Lucille back, which is probably obvious by now.]

Devil's Nest, Thursday, June 18, 2020

[texted3times]

Eric was over in the axe-throwing section because it was still there despite artistic rearranging ala Lucifer.

And Eric was stubborn. And violence was fun!

Tiny was behind the bar to get you a drink if you needed one. Or just wanted one. Eric wasn't here to judge.

[ooc: OCD free!]