Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [08/20].

[howareyanow]

Wayne generally didn't believe in having dreams; sleeping was for just that. SLEEPING. Also, anything trying to root around in his brain or his soul or what have you searching for trauma wasn't likely to come up with very much in that respect, but there were at least a few things in there that had been dredged up last night in a way that had Wayne feeling a bit sore at himself for wasting perfectly good sleeping time with something like dreams, and feeling just generally sad and needed to Facetime Katy to check up on her and also to see how ol' Gus was doing, and all this very much needed to be done in the puppy pen, surrounded by snuggly pups.

Mebbe he should plan a bit of a trip home during the break week to see how the farm was doin' an' everything.

Probably after Monday. He wasn't about to let a strange swing of the maudlin let him fuck with tradition, after all.

Furnado is open!

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Thursday Afternoon [08/20].

[special_rabbit]

There was a big part of Amaya that actually didn't want to get back to work at the forge once she was finished with Rosa's class, which was saying an awful lot. Because Amaya had been having some real strange dreams these past few nights, of a particularly emotional sort, and her usual method of dealing with anything emotional was to just spend a good round of hammering and sweating it out. But a good amount of those bad dreams had been focused on the forge, more specifically that second anvil, and that's what gave her pause and made her wonder if she should start considering some other outlet for her repression, at least for now.

But when you got right down to it, the fact that all of this did involve the forge seemed all the more reason why she had to work it out in the forge. As if to take all those wayward thoughts that weren't welcome and needed to get right on out of her head and hammer them into submission, into something actual useful. So she stoked up the forge, picked up a piece she'd been working on recently, and staunchly got back to work.

It wasn't working particular well, if she was honest, but she wasn't about to let anyone else know about that.

The Forge is open!

Fandom Trooper Station, Thursday

[hatesparadise]

No, Danny wasn't usually spending a large amount of time in the office on Thursday's, but he was there this week. Because it was better than thinking about the God awful dreams he was having. And the whole in sweet slowplay thing with Steve last night.

They'd moved on to just a general, all encompassing level of anxious fear for literally everyone on his life. You know, with just a smattering of personal terror added in for flavor.

He'd intended to focus on paperwork, but instead he was just eyeing his new therapist's number and wondering how many calls a week would scare them off.

[open!]

Rey's warehouse- Thursday morning

[thatwaslucky]

Yesterday had sucked. Today wasn't starting out much better.

Rey had slept more or less out of exhaustion, waking up after nightmares somehow feeling even more exhausted. And she still felt that thing around her, even if she hadn't managed to catch it again. She knew it was there. She didn't know what to do about it, had no idea whether or not her own powers were part of what was happening, and she was starting to realize how much of everyone else's emotions she was picking up. This was super fun.

So since she was up ungodly early again, she'd gone to the warehouse to work it out. It was early enough that the woodchucks weren't a problem yet, giving her a chance to really throw herself into the obstacle course. Because that was what today was gonna be, apparently.


[Expecting one but open!]

Dite's: Thursday

[badassprodigy]

As rare as it was, Barry did actually sleep last night. And like most of the island had horrible nightmares that immediately woke him up. Bad enough that instead of even trying to go back to sleep he just came in early to work to-

Well. Just organize and take another inventory of sex toys.

How did Kathy convince him to do this?

[Open.]

Luke's, Thursday

[betterthanaplan]

After multiple threads that needed to play out an already tumultuous morning, Duke was in no mood to deal with the antsiness of his kitchen staff.

"What?" Duke asked, when Greg, Ali, and Mickey all flinched in unison again. "Did someone wander into a shadow again? For fucksake, guys. Get your shit together, please."

It was touching, really, how tight his staff's bond was. Or it would be, if Duke had had any idea yet that that was what made them all so twitchy, today.

Today's specials
Lobster mac and cheese

Luke's was open. If a bit on edge.

[no OCD!]

The Park, Thursday Morning

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer wasn't an early bird by any stretch. But the night, alone as it had been, had been worse than the one before. And now Hell wasn't far from his thoughts.

Or other things, though they flitted determinedly through his mind as he walked around the island. It was as if his mood darkened every time he found himself in the shadows, like he needed the sun to keep the clutter out of his head.

Eventually, he settled on a park bench with his flask. Staring determinedly at a pair of flamingoes, sharing his ray of sunshine.

"Bloody Hell."

[[ open ]]

Town Hall, Thursday

[weirderthanthou]

"Something's not right."

It'd been the second night of bad dreams in a row. Bad dreams that Jesse seemed to have a hard time shaking now, worse than yesterday. Like the memory of Dylan's face was chasing her, pulling her back in at the strangest times.

She'd been dealing with strangeness for long enough to know when something was off.

Anyway, that was why her desk at Town Hall was currently covered in binders and stacks of paper. "There's got to be something in here," she said, flipping through another binder. "Nobody's seen a giant singing fish, right?"

Nina shook her head.

"Fuck," Jesse said succinctly.

[[ open with some ocd ]]