Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [07/09].

[howareyanow]

Y'wanna know what? For all the difficulty Wayne gave Prompto about being a weird little skid kid made of spare parts, he did have his moments, and this week was proving that he wasn't completely useless. Because in the guide that he had put together (somewhat haphazardly) about things around the shelter, he'd included a whole big section about handling a power-outtage and what do to in case of one, which boiled down to basically: PROTECT THE GENERATOR AT ALL COSTS.

Which seemed important, of course, because a heatwave was particularleh bad fer animals that went and had all that fur or depended on power to help keep their tanks clean and filtered and what have you, so Wayne was going to go ahead and follow Prompto's guidelines to a T, which involved him going out back where the generator was, setting up a folding chair, cracking open a Puppers, and holding onto a baseball bat while having a hair dryer on hand, ready to fight any snowmen that might apparently show up in the middle of a goddamn heatwave to try to bust down the generator.

Because apparently, that had been a thing.

Wayne was pretty sure there weren't going to be any snowmen when it was as hot as Satan's anus (no offense, Lucifer) out here, but there was really no tellin' around here. If the generator needed to be protected, well, then, Wayne was gonna protect it.

It helped, though, that he (of course) had a little hand-crank emergency personal generator fer emergencies that helped keep his phone charged so he could watch some hawkey videos in the meantime and run a little fan so that he didn't get too hot just sitting there protecting the generator in little more than a pair of terrible swim trunks that were only marginally better than his skivvies.

Furnado is open! Get yer help out 'round the back, though, please and thank you.

The beach, Thursday afternoon

[sexy_giraffe]

It was too hot to be on the second story of the dorm and so Tahani went to the beach with her sole remaining sun hat, a bikini she'd gotten from a tree that was at least two seasons out of fashion, and the rest of her clothing stuffed into single Louis Vuitton rolling luggage bag.

She was down to a single luggage bag. No one, aside from possibly Alexis, knew how she suffered.

She plopped down on the beach, pulled out a copy of US Weekly and wished that the breeze from the water was the least bit cooling.

[OOC: So open!]