Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [07/23].

[howareyanow]

It was, apparentleh, music day at the animal shelter, because Wayne brushed a little dust off the guitar he'd moderately taught himself how to play a little while ago and brought it with him so's he could sit in the puppy pen and play for them a bit.

Someone still wasn't over a certain guitar-playing dog. And, for all he knew. The next K.K. Slider was already right here in the shelter, just waiting for the right chord of inspiration to strike.

Which he thought was pretty funny, but he couldn't be too upset that none of the pups laughed, on account of them just bein' pups.

Furnado is open!

Town Hall, Thursday

[weirderthanthou]

It had been three days, and no more word from Emily. I'm going to have to accept this might take longer than expected. It was an important thought, an accepting-what-is-happening-here thought, but it made a repressed worry bubble up in Jesse's stomach.

What about Dylan?

If Emily can't reach me, she's probably still in a time freeze. And... he should be, too.

Unless something else was happening in the Oldest House right now. It was frustrating, that she couldn't just go there and-- fix things. First things first.

"The vending machine has been restocked!" Nina announced, and Jesse flashed her an absent smile as she walked across the front office to grab herself some breakfast. From the fridge, mind you, which had a stack of magnets sitting on top of it now. She'd been plucking them all off yesterday.

I've only been part of the Bureau for a week. But these things are already becoming second nature, she thought wryly.

"So tell me," she added, as she took a sandwich from the fridge, "Where does a girl go to get somewhere to stay around here?"

[[ open ]]

Mauvaise Chance Apartments, Thursday Afternoon

[hatesparadise]

Running an apartment building was both more and less work than Danny had expected. It mostly seemed to take care of itself, but then weird things would just pop up on him.

Like the washing machine thing a few weeks back. Or the rotting turnips he found in what was apparently some kind of rec room holo suite for the building.

So, half the day was being spent on that particular crisis.

[open! Come get a place to live!]

Dite's Decadent Delights - Thursday

[badassprodigy]

Anyone coming into the store today might notice a lot of whirring noises and the smell of disinfectant coming from the breakroom. Or at least the door leading to the breakroom that any customer might think was an office or a backroom.

Why? Don't ask.

Meanwhile Barry is behind the counter watching his tablet. Anyone looking at said tablet might notice a modified drone spraying down the walls, floors, ceilings and any surface in said break room.

Again: Don't ask.

[Open]

Luke's, Thursday

[betterthanaplan]

Duke was a little distracted today, keeping a close eye on his phone while getting his kitchen set up with the day's catch. Octavia's first therapy session was happening today. And while his own had gone well, he couldn't help but be a bit worried about how hers was going.

The kitchen staff, having spent the morning reminiscing about diner runners of old, were taking advantage of his distraction to tuck order tickets, toothpicks, and shrimp tails into his ponytail, to see if he noticed them before they fell out again.

He hadn't, yet.

Today's specials
CATCH OF THE DAY!
Shrimp-stuffed avocado
Mango curry shrimp

Luke's was open and OCD free.

Devil's Nest, Thursday night

[texted3times]

Eric was back behind the bar mostly to hide the technicolor schnapps from Lucifer (ugh. Rainbow shots were so disgusting) and deliver a lecture to Tiny about the importance of carding people who looked too young, seemed new, or personally annoyed Eric.

The last category was a long list.

Tiny nodded in all the right spots, put the liquor back where it had been originally, and vowed to not get involved in whatever this was with his two bosses.

[OCD free!]

Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (7/24)

[notarockharpist]

Last week's shark fishing escapades had been fun, but to tell the truth if Liam hadn't shown up to join them them Yasha would have found some excuse to leave hours earlier, because being around Beau for any significant length of time was still awkward. Easier around the Mighty Nein, where Nott and Jester could always be relied on to do something boisterous and distracting, and Fjord's good-natured mortification at their antics was entertainment in itself. Or Caleb, who was always glad to lend her Frumpkin to pet, or Molly --

A sudden sensation of something yanking at the cuff of her pants leg caught Yasha's attention before it could head down that morose path, and she looked downward with a half-contained snarl only to find that the stray kitten she'd stopped to feed on her way to the shop had been trailing along after her ever since.

"How did I not notice you?" asked Yasha in a small, awe-filled voice as the little calico kitten tried to climb her boot. (How? Because her passive perception was terrible, that was how.)

There went her plans to spend the afternoon fiddling around with a couple of ideas she'd had for new floral arrangements -- so odds were good that if you happened to look into the flower shop today you'd just see Yasha, all six-ish goth-looking muscled feet of her, cuddling a kitten small enough to fit in the palm of one of her hands.

"Make that sound, the one --" She almost smiled when the kitten started purring. Almost sounded content, if not happy. "That's it, yeah."

Not going to be her most productive work day, but for good enough reason, right?

[OOC: Yes hello I am having Feelings about Yasha being a big ol' softie tonight. Open, usual SP disclaimers apply.]