The Photo Hut; Monday [01/17].

[hashtag_chocobro]

There was no doubt that Prompto felt absolutely terrible about it, but he was honestly a little glad for the chance to sort of escape downstair to the Photo Hut that morning...and for the subsequent days back in Insomnia to follow. He'd spent the whole time probably worried sick about leaving Liz alone after Saturday morning, but, at the same time....he couldn't stop thinking about how things could have gone. Stuff like that never really hit until you were that close to it, and from there, his thoughts just continued to spiral...

He'd been doing his best, though, to not think about it too much, or, barring that, to not let on that he was thinking about it as much as he was and to just act like everything was fine and he wasn't just carrying around this huge lump of absolute dread in his stomach right now. So when someone came in asking if they did repairs, while he wasn't entirely sure if that was a service they were offering, he agreed to take a look at his busted camera and see what he could do. Because, if anything, it gave him something else to focus on, something he was kind of good at and demanded a lot of attention, tinkering away at this guy's equipment at the counter to figure out what was wrong with it, and figuring, if anything, if it was beyond repair, maybe they could at least give him a good deal on a replacement or something.

The Photo Hut is open!

Turtle & Canary; Monday [01/17].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer was maybe a little bit distracted that day at the store, trying to pump out her inventory and her orders and whatever other administrative things she had to take care of, because she had that big Martin Luther King, Jr. Day catering order to finish up that afternoon, which had been a lot of work, and the clients were being kind of pushy about it, which, like, you wanted jello shots for an MLK party, you probably had way more interesting things to put your time and energy into than whether or not your caterer who could literally just instantaneouly portal to your venue would get there on time. Seriously.

But of course, that morning was when all the Swiss chalet/ski-resort motifs and merch that she wa thinking of giving the place for the winter showed up, which she tried to delegate to Apu to take care of for now, but apparently, he was too busy trying his hand at bootleg rye whiskey, which...just....okay?

"Boy," she found herself muttering at one point, shooting off a text to her clients while simultaniouly carrying a bunch of skis to the back room, "it sure would be nice if, I don't know, somone who actually owned the place actually took care of things around here..."

Which of course would have fallen on deaf ears even in Shunsui was there, but sometimes, it just felt good to merely say it.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Hot Buttered Rum
Hot Head Chili
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Furnado Animal Shelter; Monday [01/17].

[kawaii_complex]

Sakaki had learned a very important lesson that day at the animal shelter. No, not that she should avoid cats, if the ubiquitous bandages covering her hand and a few spots on her face were any indication. It was something much more specific than that, and that was just that she was probably not very cut out to be an animal photographer some day.

Candid shots were fine, of course. She'd actually gotten some good ones of those, especially some nice long-distance stealth shots of the cats from a safe distance. But her assignment for photography class was supposed to take framing and the Rule of Thirds in mind, so when she attempted to set up shots with the animals that incorperated those things....

...well, you can imagine the disaster that ensued when she attempted to get any of the cats to do anything, and while the puppies were more amenable, they couldn't stay still long enough for her to get them once she attempted to pose or place them, so she mostly just ended up with a lot of blurry puppies or incredible pain.

Maybe she'd just focus on the lizards, who barely moved at all, but the lizards were kept over by the spiders and snakes, so that came with its own terrifying possibilities, too!

Perhaps she could just do some artisticly structured still-shots with an arrangement of cat toys?

Furnado is open!

Diaz & Ass.; Monday [01/17].

[died8yearsago]

Rosa was facing a bit of a conundrum. On the one hand, the fact that they annoyed her neighbor made her enjoy all of her late Sunday-night movie marathons even more, but, on the other hand, they clearly ran the risk of having to deal with him coming in and complaining about it the next day, which was annoying to her. She figured, too, that if she just suddenly stopped....he seemed the type of person to still come over and comment about the fact that she'd stopped. So, either way, short of just not coming into the office that morning, there was a high chance of getting stuck with an annoying neighbor all the same.

She actually did consider just not going to the office that morning, but she was starting to pull on a few threads for a case that might actually be worth something, so she decided to risk it, yawning and clinging to her coffee as she settled behind her desk and thought that, really, when you got right down to it, there really was no amount of annoying neighborness that could supercede the sheer joy that came with watching an entire meta for Rambo marathon to really test out how the speakers for their entertainment system really picked up the bass.

Diaz & Ass. is open!

[[ and in with the typical 'my job is pure garbage' SP warning across the board on all my Monday spam and pretty much forever and eternally at this point, I'm sure ]]

Coping through Cuisine, Community Center, Monday evening

[sharp_man]

Class met today at Portalocity, and Hannibal barely waited until they were all there to wave them through a portal.

They came out in a parking lot in a much warmer climate, and Hannibal took a moment to smile as he took off his heavy coat.

"We were going to be discussing cooking as a form of coping today," he noted, "but with the weather as it is, I thought we'd save that lesson for later in favor of eating somewhere else. When people move to a new place, particularly when they are refugees and cannot return home, cooking their own culture's food and serving it to each other is a good source of comfort. If the people in their new home area enjoy the food, that's often simply a bonus.

"That said, this restaurant," he nodded at the building, "has been here - that is, in Miami, Florida - for fifty years now, so it's a very appreciated bonus." He checked his watch. "And we have reservations. I've ordered the paella, so it should be ready for us; we can order whatever else you prefer from the menu. And we can enjoy the comfort of not being in the snow."

Perk | Late Monday Morning

[firehousehimbo]

Whelp, Buck knew he wasn't the most graceful on ice after the time with the figure skaters and the finger chopping. He was well aware of it. And yet he went out anyway because he didn't own a coffee maker and he needed caffeine.

So it wasn't too surprising when he completely ate shit outside of the Perk.

He'd be taking his latte with a side of an ice pack today.

[Open]

Trooper Station, Monday, January 17, 2022

[grenadesandohana]

Yes, today was a federal holiday but Calvin and the gang weren't exactly from around here and Steve wanted to check on the state of the road in front of the station since someone, Ralph, had put sugar down instead of salt.

"I don't know why I'm surprised," he sighed as he came around the corner and found a pop-up shave ice stand being run by raccoons right next to the station. "You guys got permits?"

They were produced with a flourish.

"You got pineapple?"

Steve, don't eat sidewalk snow.

[OOC: Open!]

Devil's Nest, Monday, January 17, 2022

[texted3times]

Eric had only gotten halfway through the vodka stash--he was convinced Tiny was ordering more over the week entirely to mess with him--and so he was back at the bar drinking more vodka.

"That one is vile," he said, spitting it out. "Put these ten on special, though."

So...enjoy weird novelty vodkas, Devil's Nest patrons!