The Photo Hut; Monday [12/06].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Well, Prompto was trying to work on a few photo collages of some of the pictures that he'd totally been snapping all throughout the party on Friday. He had been working on a big one that just sort of featured everyone, and you'd better believe he was putting the picture he got of Liz singing karaoke right in the center (and he wasn't going to feel bad about it, either, because he had it on good authority that she started it with that picture of him at homecoming that she had upstairs on her photo board!), and there were two smaller ones he was putting together for Annie and Summer as gifts, because that seemed like the sort of thing they would appreciate.

Or, at least, as the narrative stated, that was what he was trying to do.

All the little horses bouncing around the shop and frequently stomping their adorable little hooves over his work and neighing out demands for attention, however, was making the process a little slow-going.

"I already told you, little dudes!" he insisted at the next one who neighed for tribute. "I don't know what you need! I mean, it says maybe you want grass or hay or something when I google 'what do tiny horses want?', but you'r ein the wrong place for that, buddies!"

And he didn't even mind all the neighing and stepping on his work, because they were legit adorable. He just felt bad that he couldn't seem to give them what they wanted!

The Photo Hut is open!

Furnado Animal Shelter; Monday [12/06].

[kawaii_complex]

So....today was turning out to be...kind of lot for Sakaki, who was mostly just glad that the vet didn't have any work or studying to catch up on for the day, because she wasn't sure she would be able to function very well.

For starters, it seemed that she had a new boss, which wouldn't be a particularly big deal except that her boss was a big deal, a very big deal, in fact, because he was none other than the very large sharkman who had come to talk to her about tank-cleaning that one time, who was very nice, so Sakaki felt bad about it, but she was honestly mildly terrified of the guy. It wasn't right, she knew, because wasn't that something she always worried about? Was the way she felt around Sidon the way cats felt around her? Where even though her intentions were so good and pure, they simply couldn't get over her looming side and strong presence? She didn't want to feel that way about Sidon-san, but he was just so...huge! And toothy! And a shark...

Sakaki trembled in a little in the knees just thinking about it, and tried to remind herself that he truly was very kind and sweet, if frightening, but she didn't have much chances to dwell on it for long, because the place was also overrun with tiny little horses, that seemed to just want to be fed, and she tried, but so many of the cats were terrorizing them and the puppies just wanted to play with them, and she couldn't even stop the cats because if he tried, the cats would terrorize her, and there was definitely a bandage box being quickly emptied out today, and then there were just moments where Sakaki saw one of the horses just prancing around and became utterly paralyzed by the cuteness, stuck in a swell over overwhelming squeeing.

The whole thing was just...it was a lot.

Furnado is open!

Turtle & Canary; Monday [12/06].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer had already been out and about and taught a whole-ass class before coming in to do her managerial shit at the T&C that day, so she knew about the horses, so she wasn't at all surprised to see that they'd been rampaging through the produce department, which she was fine with. She freaking loved the tiny horses, and if they were fed and happy, then they were pretty much just cute and she could admire them being all cute and horsey and shit.

Apu, naturally, did not feel that way, and Summer would totally love to help him out (TEAMWORK, GUYS, REMEMBER?), but, uh, her skills and talents in this arena were clearly in just finishing up all this computer work and accounting and things for the store? And his were in cleanup, sooo....divide and conquer, right?

Now excuse her while she took a very important break to think of ways to set up the best Instagram shots to feature festively framed tiny little horses.

WHAT?

Today's Squishy Flavors
Gazpacho
Carrots and Turnips
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

The Perk, Monday

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon had gone back to sleep after radio, but it was about as restful as the night's had been. Which was to say, he might have gotten a minute or two.

Eventually, he gave up and headed to the Perk, got his tea, and sat at a table with his phone and a copy of In Cold Blood, which he was hoping might help.

And a bag of carrots for when the horses came over, because somebody ought to be well-fed.


[Open for your caffeine or fear avatar needs!]

Trooper Station, Monday, December 6, 2021

[grenadesandohana]

It was bad enough that Steve had done his morning run and been forced to treat the tiny horses like hurdles in order to not break his stride--he was sure he'd looked like a complete dumbass--but now he was in the office just staring at the pile of paperwork on his desk.

1) There was paperwork on his desk, which was automatically bad and
2) It was leave requests for all of the Troopers. And they all wanted Christmas Eve and Day off.

"You can't all have those days off, Calvin. I don't care if Ralph is hosting a Christmas camp-out."

Steve wasn't even sure a Christmas camp out was a real thing.

The Trooper Station was open! Watch out for the horses.

The Magic Box, Monday

[existencemisspent]

Eliot was eyeing the horses suspiciously, even as he tried to research how to feed Jon without his weird evil eye thing getting attached to whoever was doing the feeding.

The horses were very distracting. They looked way too much like the ones that pulled the royal carriage back in Fillory.

"You know," he said finally, setting the book on psychic phenomena aside. "At least the Fillorian Kings' horses were entertaining. Rude and weirdly literal, but entertaining. You couldn't try cursing me out or anything?"

The tiny horses gathered on the floor around where he sat neighed petulantly at him.

"Well that's not helpful. I have no idea what 'neeeeiiiiigh' even means."

[open!]

Devil's Nest, December 6, 2021

[texted3times]

"I don't care that a song talks about giving beer to horses," Eric snapped at Tiny, "DO NOT GIVE BEER TO THESE HORSES."

So now the bar was full of sulking, slightly tipsy tiny horses.

And festive music.

Enjoy that.

[OCD FREE BECAUSE I FORGOT TO HIT POST FOR FIVE HOURS.]