Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

After a really good trip home with some good talks with Leia, and yesterday's repeated random floating in air in a bar, Rey was kind of inspired today.

Which was why anyone who came in today would walk in to see her on one hand, eyes closed, feet in the air, just seeing how long she could hold it. And whether her arm was going to be sore afterwards.


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Furnado Animal Shelter; Friday [01/21].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Quite often, one might compare the pursuit of a difficult task to being a bit like herding cats, though this turn of phrase would leave Sidon quite bewildered, because he actually had no problem at all herding together the cats of the shelter.

Granted, this probably had a lot to do with the fact that many of them simply saw him as a potential food source that they had not yet figured out how to take down because he was significantly larger than than them, but, despite their occasional tentative licks and gnawing on him, Sidon had not yet reached that conclusion.

But gnawing...or rather biting...as well as scratching and clawing and general mauling...was what he had gathered the cats for that Friday, because he'd when he asked the vet about how they could be possibly be going through their first aid supplies at such an alarming rate, he discovered all the trouble little Sakaki had been having with their resident felines.

Which meant today, they were going to be given a very firm and empassioned speech about compassion and why we do not bite, scratch, claw, or otherwise maul our friends, and that everyone here was indeed a friend, especially Sakaki, who tried so very hard to care for them. He expected much better from them, and such shenanigans will not be tolerated.

It was...going about as well as you would expect it to. Which was to say, not very well at all, but Sidon never faltered in his enthusiasm in expressing his belief that the cats and Sakaki could truly live in harmony one day. He believed in them!

Furnado is open!

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"First nerds, now jazzercize?"

Lucifer stared. First at them. Then at Tiny. Then back at them.

"No, absolutely not," he snarled. He dashed towards the legwarmer-wearing miscreants in a flurry of fussy rage, waving his arms about. "Move! Go wither away in neon elsewhere!"

He whipped around and glared at Tiny as they scrambled away. "I am playing Metallica!" he announced, and rushed to the piano.

Tiny did not seem moved by any of it.

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