Furnado Animal Shelter; Monday [01/31].

[kawaii_complex]

Even though it was very clear that a lot of work had gone into it and there was an almost endless potential for cuteness inherant in it, Sakaki really wasn't sure she could feel confident about Sidon's new cat habitat that seemed to sprawl over the entire shelter and, more importantly, overhead to new heights. The idea of the cats getting the drop on her from above was a new level of paranoia to include into her already trecherous work days that she did not know how to feel about.

Thankfully, none of them seemed particularly out for blood today, which meant that she could focus on her training assignments from the vet and her photography assignment for class in relative peace. She didn't have an issue with most of the different kinds of shots, but when she considered how to get a good bird's-eye-view shot and wound up climbing on the counter for more height, she instantly regretted it and those pictures probably weren't going to turn out too well with how her hands were shaking.

She then wondered, once she'd climbed back down and recovered thanks to being back on solid, low ground again, if it would be cheating if she just asked Sidon to take a few birds-eye pictures for her...

Furnado is open!

The Photo Hut; Monday [01/31].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Completely and perhaps somewhat blissfully oblivious to any sort of potential political drama unfolding back home and in the minds of his fellow chocobros, Prompto headed down to the shop after a pretty chill weekend to get things opened up, take care of a few shipments that had come in over the weekend, and generally prepare for what was probably going to be a pretty quiet day, like most days were, and that was fine by him. Noct was texting him about a potential fishing trip once he got back to Insomnia, which also, eventually, lead into both of them remembering that, oh, crap, wasn't Ignis's birthday in pretty much a week from now?

There was no way they could outdo what they'd done last year with the pool party in Summer's apartment, but they probably should do something for him, right?

Which then just dissolved into them trying to decide if Noctis gifting Ignis with the biggest fish he could catch so that Ignis had the gift of getting to cook it up for them would really count as a birthday present.

Like, you really could make the case for it!

Anyway! The Photo Hut is open!

Turtle & Canary; Monday [01/31].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Look, okay, seriously, Summer loved and appreciated bubblewrap just as much as the next person, there was no denying the absolutely cathartic effect that came with popping it, but she was still maybe mildly hung over from Saturday's sangria night, and so it did not take long for Apu's dedication to BubbleWrap Appreciation Day to start getting on her nerves just a touch.

"Isn't it maybe just a little antithetical," she pointed out, "to appreciate something by destroying it?"

Which just lead to a far too deep philosophical counterpoint about how the benefits of bubblewrap did not merely stop at its ability to protect goods and products, especially when in transport, but to the greater and much-more far-reaching properities as a stress-relief mechanism for the popping enthusiast.

"Well, it's not doing much for my stress relief right now!" she countered.

To which he merely...almost beatifically....just handed her a fresh, unpopped sheet, nodded knowingly, sagely, and wandered away.

Only a few pops later, Summer sighed. "Yeah, okay," she allowed, "maybe he's right on this one."

Today's Squishy Flavors
Brandy Alexander
Brussels Sprouts
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

[[ and with *gasp* OCD! ]]

Diaz & Ass., Monday [01/31].

[died8yearsago]

There was a small pile of assorted weapons building on Rosa's desk that day, as she seemed to be going through the entire office, extracting weapons from various cleverly disguised hiding places, frowning at the weapon in question, and then dismissing it on the desk. A few of them were revealed with a little bit of hopefulness, followed by a "Dammit!" upon further inspection, as it was then tossed onto the pile. Most daggers and guns, with a hatchet, some throwing stars, a table leg with nails sticking out of it, and, at one point, a large broadsword that had inexplicably been stashed inside of a potted plant in the corner, but she still seemed dissastified with her search.

She was usually much better about remembering where she had all her weapons hidden in a given place, and, really, the office's decor wasn't that complex, there were onl so many weapons-hiding spaces that were available...

Then inspiration struck, she snapped her fingers, as she remembered. "The floor boards!"

Which was why she was then on the floor trying to remember which one was the loose one.

By the time she actually did find the weapon she was looking for, she'd have probably forgotten why she'd been looking for that specific one in the first place.

Diaz & Ass. is open!

[[ and, as usual, Rosa gets the standard 'work related SP cavaet' on this and all previous postings! ]]

Coping through Cuisine, Community Center, Monday evening

[sharp_man]

Class today was meeting not in the community center, but in front of the Turtle and Canary.

Hannibal greeted them all and waved them inside and out of the wind. "Welcome. So far we have covered some topics on cooking, but we haven't yet covered one thing that comes before that. Namely, shopping." He smiled. "For some people, shopping is a comfort in and of itself. Looking for what you need or what you want, being able to get it, finding new varieties, can be a comfort in itself. For others, comfort can come from knowing you will be prepared in the future."

He nodded toward the store. "So, today we will be discussing some of what you might need in future, whether it be staples to allow you to cook on your own, simple ingredients so that you can avoid cooking if you don't enjoy it, or simply food you want to have around. And as a comfort, your purchases are on me. Worrying about money is neither a comfort nor a topic of this course."

Trooper Station, Monday, January 31, 2022

[grenadesandohana]

Steve wasn't moping around just because a new friend had left to go back home. Don't be ridiculous. He was making the Troopers run laps because a new friend had left to go back home.

It was much more productive. Well. For the Troopers, not for him. His productivity was limited to moving the paperwork from his desk to Danny's and labeling it with "VERY IMPORTANT FOR DANNY ONLY" post-it notes and signing them with obnoxious happy faces.

The Trooper Station was open and clearly very emotionally mature.

The Devil's Nest, Monday, January 31, 2022

[texted3times]

"Tell me the axes aren't plastic any more," Eric said as he stalked into the bar and attempted to loom over Tiny.

Tiny triumphantly held up the axe, which definitely wasn't the same as it had been last week.

Then he slapped it down against his palm and it made an extremely non-badass rubbery squeaking noise, while also not causing Tiny to bleed. Because they were now chew toys.

"Fuck me," Eric groaned. "Pour me something strong."

Time to plot revenge against Lucifer who had nothing to do with it but details.

{OOC: OCD free is the way to be!]

The Magic Box, Monday

[existencemisspent]

It was still cold. Eliot was still grumpy about it.

But at least January was very nearly over. And February was short.

He took a long drag on his cigarette as he looked over his delightfully foul-mouthed weather app on his phone.

"Sixty degrees next week, and then snow. This is what happens when nobody reasonable is is charge of the weather," he said to . . . no one. He looked around the shop and sighed.

"Save it for when Jon arrives, darling," he advised himself. "Before you start making the vaguely inappropriate frog incense burner your new work buddy."

[open!]

Pick Your Poison, Monday

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

You'd think the glam would wear off the big axe at some point, but you'd be wrong. It was a big axe, and Margo was a badass. You think she wouldn't milk the shit out of that?

So today marked the introduction of the shop's new mascot. It was big. Had a funny face doodled on it. Made of wood, a couple of limbs sticking out haphazardly.

And Margo, dressed up in one of her nicest purple dresses, was menacing the shit out of it all day.

"I finally get why some people get so into meditation," she said, swinging the axe at an arm. "Like, really beginning to feel the vibe."

... welcome to Pick Your Poison, folks. It still sold lotions and shampoos and things that smelled nice.

[[ open ]]