Groovy Tunes; Thursday [02/04].

[x_discospider_x]

Coming in to work today to find the big pile of tangled headphone wires gone was one of the best things that could have happened to Troy...

...until he got to the counter and the register and saw the note from Tisarwat that informed him that it wasn't gone, it had just been moved to the basement.

You know. Where you couldn't even see what it was doing.

"That is a million times worse, Tisarwat!" he shouted, to no one in particular, since she wasn't even there, but it needed to be expressed and he was going to be on wide-eyed alert for his entire shift now and wondering just how thick this floor was and what kind of material it was made out of and how hard it would be for a probably monsterous ball of headphone wires to break through it...

Groovy Tunes is open!

The Bookbelt | Thursday

[bookbeltof_love]

She was finished!

Okay, like, she'd ignored all considerations of sleeping last night and had pushed through to finish at like three in the morning which was technically not Wednesday but, like, Dad and Prompto visiting had thrown her schedule off a bit and then there'd been the whole thing where Summer just kept… disappearing?

Sure, Nina was willing to look after Pancakes (though she thought it was more Pancakes looking after her) but given that she and Summer had been basically temporary roommates it had been a… weird feeling worrying if she was to blame for her disappearing… even though Summer had seemed to have no problems with Nina being there…

Well, either way, she wasn't there now. If it was her fault, Nina was finished with her work until Saturday so, like…

Whatever, right?

Okay, it wasn't going to stop her from being concerned (because if she was causing people problems she, like, liked to know about them at the very least…) but at the very least today all she had on the docket was working at her shop (which looked a lot like just curling up in one of the reading chairs with a book and her diary today) and just… chilling?

Sure, that just meant she was working on fewer things at once than other people did but, like, that was basically the same thing, right?

And, okay, she was also texting Iggy.

The Bookbelt is Open!

[And OCD-free today!]

At the corner of Mallard and Sphinx, Thursday morning

[designateddadfriend]

Travis had gotten a call.

A collision on the corner of Mallard Way and Sphinx Street, vehicle versus pedestrian, aid car--such as it was--requested.

Finally!

Not that he was excited someone was hurt, mind you. Of course not. It as good when first responders got bored, because it meant everyone was safe and comfortable. He was glad no one had needed his help all week, of course he was!

--Yeah, okay, screw that, he was definitely excited. He could only polish the damn fire pole so many times, okay?

He pulled up to the scene, siren blaring, and hopped out. The driver of what looked like a perfectly intact rickshaw came rushing over, frantic.

"Thank god you're here!" she shouted. "You've got to help him. He came out of nowhere."

Travis put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, hefting his kit. "It'll be okay, ma'am. Just show me where he is, okay?"

The woman pointed. "He's right there."

Travis looked. All the excitement bled right back out of his body.

".... Ma'am, that's a raccoon."

"I think he works at the brewery," the driver said. Her hands were shaking, and while her face was still dry, she was clearly close to tears. "Oh god, please tell me I didn't kill him!"

".... But it's an actual raccoon."

"Help him!"

The real distress in her voice snapped Travis into action and he hurried over to where the ... raccoon lay, its--his?--tongue lolling out the side of his--its--mouth, all four paws in the air. Travis gingerly put his fingers to its neck, and wondered if you checked a raccoon's pulse the same way you did a human's.

"He's alive," he said. He bent down, ear to the thing's snout, and hoped it didn't bite him. "Breathing sounds okay." He palpated its chest, then pulled out his penlight to examine its pupilary response, all the while wondering what his life had come to. He was not animal control! "Ma'am, I think he'll be okay."

"Oh thank god!" The rickshaw driver threw her arms in the air. "Thank you, Jesus!"

The raccoon's tail twitched, and as Travis sat back on his heels, it rolled over and climbed unsteadily to its feet. It gave them both a half-hearted hiss, then wobbled its way into the alley.

"Thank you!" the rickshaw driver crowed, flinging her arms around Travis's neck. "Oh thank you, thank you so much!"

"Just--doing my job, ma'am." Travis gingerly tried to remove her arms from his shoulders. ".... We should probably both get rabies shots."

[open!]

Mystery Sign Theater 3000, Thursday

[shapethecentury]

January had come and gone.

And when Bucky showed up to the movie theater this morning, Ingrid greeted him like he hadn't even been gone at all. Just went right into badgering him about their concessions stock and the screening charts for March, and something about a good deal for 'Lucas Lee movies', whatever that meant.

He hadn't been the one originally hire her, but goddamn did he appreciate her. In his own quiet way.

NOW SHOWING
I'll Stay the Night

Mystery Sign Theater 3000 was open.

Luke's, Thursday

[betterthanaplan]

There was a raccoon at the lunch counter. It looked somewhat worse for wear, and clearly expected something from Duke.

". . . Octavia?" he asked. The raccoon looked unimpressed. "Just checking!"

The raccoon slid a beat up $20 across the counter. Duke took it.

"You want the special?"

The raccoon chittered.

"... Right. Coming right up."

Today's specials
CATCH OF THE DAY
Broiled oysters on the half-shell

Luke's was open. Don't mind the raccoon gleefully dipping oysters in melted butter at the lunch counter.

The Devil's Nest, Thursday, February 4, 2021

[texted3times]

Eric came into the bar in time to see Tiny trying to find a spot for an absolutely enormous bottle of Galliano. "That stuff tastes horrible," Eric told him, making a face.

Tiny rumbled out a question.

"It would be even more horrible in a daiquiri," Eric told him.

The Devil's Nest was open! Harvey Wallbangers were on special if you were feeling in a 1970s mood.