Turtle & Canary; Friday [01/29].

[white_oleander]

When Astrid got into work that day, she was forced to comtemplate one of life's greatest mysteries: which came first? The raccoon with the ukelele or the panda with the cheese guitar?

Some great mysterious were better left unsolved, though Astrid had a sneaking suspicion the panda was just trying to jump on some sort of bandwagon.

He wasn't that bad, but he wasn't that good, either, so Astrid was mostly just feeling relieved when a customer came in, looking to get some string cheese, causing the panda to throw a fit and smash the guitar in his rage over the customer not wanting to pick up a nice Lorraine swiss instead.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Corn Chips
Queso Blanco
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Friday [01/29].

[special_rabbit]

Naturally, having the kids in the shop yesterday got the fire in Amaya for some unique experimentations and design ideas, and, since she didn't really have any jobs at that very moment, she was using her day today to take advantage of that, scrolling through her phone for some strange weapons out there that she might try to recreate.

And she found a great one that would not only be a challenge to make, but could make for quite a piece to add to the Weapons Wall, and so that should keep her busy through the weekend!

Assuming nothing odd happened, anyway. She figured they were overdue for an odd one by now.

(She had, of course, not noticed anything different with last weekend, because, well...she was from a family friendly franchise to begin with).

The Forge is open!

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

Did you know that the walls of the Trooper Station were adorned with plaques commemorating how awesome and special and good at their jobs everyone who worked there was?

Those plaques had definitely always been there, and hadn't just mysteriously appeared overnight or anything.

Anyway, today looked to be a pretty quiet sort of day at the Trooper Station where everyone was really good at their jobs, look, we have proof because these plaques say so and Ralph certainly didn't just order them himself from a trophy store on the mainland, no, but it is weird how his was twice the size of anyone else's. At least, it was quiet until Liam got a text message.

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"From the back of your big brown eyes, I knew you'd be gone as soon as you could; And I hoped you would..."

Lucifer wasn't in a particularly anything kind of mood tonight. That much would be obvious, as he bounced from piano classics to pop songs with little regard for anything bar what he felt like playing in the moment.

Still, it was a decidedly less depressing set than last Tuesday, and he was even getting up and away from that piano several times for a drink or two.

Tiny had sighed, and put up a sign declaring it MARGARITA NIGHT near the entrance.

[[ open ]]

Fandom Fire Station, Friday

[designateddadfriend]

Travis had been here for three days now, and had almost finished dusting. He was beginning to see why whoever ran this place had reached out to Seattle to find someone to bring in. Anyone closer probably already knew better.

Still, now that he knew the sad state of the local fire and rescue services, he couldn't just leave. As usual, he saw a place that he could pitch in and help, and he dove right in.

"How?" he said, staring at the little golfcart looking thing with the FFD shield on the side of it that sat in the station garage, dwarfed by the space. "How is that the engine? How?"

Well. At least there was no one around to tell him that every day couldn't be pole day.

[Fandom, we have a fire department! Open!]