Groovy Tunes; Thursday [09/02].

[x_discospider_x]

Was there anything worse than your boss unexpectedly dropping in on your shift so that you had to make it seem like you actually worked while you were at work and not just hang around listening to music or goofing with instruments?

Yes. There absolutely was, and that was your boss unexpectedly dropping in on your shift so that she could apparently start decorating for Christmas, which you very firmly did not like, in September, because she apparently thought it was December.

Forget all the trauma that Troy had wrapped up in Christmas decorations because he had been violently attacked by them to the level of clinic visits last year, but then Tisarwat had to go and insist they start playing Christmas music, too, which meant probably having to hear that Mariah Carey song about five million times before the end of the day.

This was so dire that Troy wasn't even going to pretend to be cool about it, looking at Tisarwat with the most soulfully desperate eyes he could muster.

"Tisarwat," he said. "Please. Just...no. You can't...you can't do this to me. We still have several more months!"

Tisarwat just gave Troy one of those consoling sort of looks that grown-ups gave kids when they weren't going to listen to a word they said, which was weird, because she wasn't that much older than Troy, and said, "I think you just need to get into the December spirit, Troy."

"Why would I ever want to do that?" he called out after her, as she walked away, dismissing his appeals entirely to go put more tinsel up, leaving Troy to just look miserably at the stereo currently belting out about rocking around the Christmas Tree.

Groovy Tunes is open.

[[ I don't have severe retail related holiday trauma cultivated over decades, what are you even talking about??? ]]

Community Center Class: Beyond Cup Noodle; Thursday Evening [09/02].

[chef_chocobro]

Tomorrow was guaranteed to be an interesting adventure in trying to figure out exactly what 'How to Be a Chocbro' even meant, but, for today, for tonight, Ignis was relishing a little in being able to do his own thing, free from his compatriots, to conduct what he hoped would be a nice, fulfilling experience of expanding the world of cooking to those who may not quite be the best at it yet.

Of course, he had attempted to teach Noctis Lucis Caelum how to cook, so he did not at all expect any of this to be that easy.

He was rather grateful to have the distraction of something to keep his mind off of that song that was stuck in his head, the one he could only seem to remember the first verse of and couldn't put his finger on anything more than that, not even the title, which was, quite frankly, maddening, too. And so, without further ado, and looking impeccibly stylish in his usual well-tailored clothes and with his spectacularly long, waist-length hair (complete with the usual cockateil-poof of his bangs), he was ready to begin his course, giving a nod to the gathered students.

( In which a man talks way too much about noodles. )

"Any questions before we begin?"

Outside JGOB- Thursday morning

[throughaphase]

As a prophet of Jeff, the God of Biscuits, of course Kitty would be out here today, with pamphlets, accosting anyone who came by to spread the word of the lord by skipping over to them instead of walking.

She was gonna feel real sacrilegious on Saturday but for today it was really important.

She also had a table full of cream pies and it was best not to ask about those.


[Open!]

The Perk, Thursday Morning

[my_own_advocate]

If there was any madness afoot, it had blissfully flown right over Lucifer's head, as per usual. He had been enjoying his week, and he was planning to continue enjoying his week by wandering down to the Perk and inspiring the baristas into their best Extreme Shake work.

"I think you may have outdone yourself," he said, looking at the massive tower of strawberry before him.

He whipped out his phone. "I am putting this all over Insta," he promised, "And if you let me film you making the next one, TikTok."

He'd figure out how to take the thing with him to his seat in a minute. Social media were calling!

[[ open! ]]

Luke's, Thursday

[betterthanaplan]

Duke, having skipped the event at Caritas this week, was his perfectly normal self today. He could not say the same about his kitchen staff. Not because they'd partaken in the Chaos Drink, mind you. They just . . . weren't normal today.

"For the last time, just because you have crab claws and there are knives does not mean that you need to have crab-claw-knife fights!"

Things were clearly going great around here.

Today's specials
CATCH OF THE DAY
Smoky, buttery crab claws

"Don't give me that look. You're lucky it's not your claws on the menu."

Luke's was open and OCD free.

The Devil's Nest, Thursday Night

[texted3times]

It was getting cooler in the evenings now, so:

LEATHER PANTS NIGHT
FIRST DRINK HALF OFF IF YOU ARE WEARING LEATHER PANTS
SECOND DRINK ALSO HALF OFF IF YOU ARE WEARING ASSLESS CHAPS

Eric was running a classy, classy establishment here.

Tiny was really working those assless chaps, though.

The Devil's Nest was open!