The Photo Hut; Monday Morning [02/07].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto was mostly just there to open the shop and get a few things done for a couple of hours; it was Ignis's birthday and, while it definitely wasn't anything even remotely as elaborate and involved as what they'd done of his birthday last year, he did have plans back in Insomnia. It was decided that they--the other chocobros, Noctis, Gladio, and himself--would give Specs the day off and cook for him for a change. Sure, Noctis couldn't cook to save his life, probably, and Gladio's expertise involved pouring hot water into a cup of dehyrated noodles, but Prompto had taken a few cooking classes and could make something at the very least edible, so he would be leading the charge.

Of course, this whole thing would end up just making more of a mess that Ignis himself would be left to clean up and fix, but, hey, it was the thought that counted, right? Prompto was confident that it wasn't going to be all that bad, but Prompto, of course, was going to be very wrong in this case.

The effort, though, would at least be appreciated.

For now, though, he knew he had enough time to at least get a half-day in at the shop before he had to flee, and he was going to do what he could to make the most out of those hours.

The Photo Hut is open!

Furnado Animal Shelter; Monday [02/07].

[kawaii_complex]

When Sakaki came into the shelter for her shift that day, she found that the front counter was covered in stacks of containers that had a very distinct aroma wafting from them, strong enough to hit her like a wall and make her immediately cringe back, and, after a very long time of convincing herself to be brave enough to do so, she slowly approached to pick up one of the containers to open it up and see what was inside.

She instantly recoiled, and wondered why anyone would just leave boxes of fish on the counter like that, but that she realized that all the cats had not been stalking the perimeters in a potential pre-emptive strike against her, but was instead, planning a strike on the boxes instead.

"Enjoy your meal," she said, dully reading the words written on the inside of the containers, blinked, and then turned toward the cats.

Set the box down and waiting fore them to start coming out to investigate and, eventually, start nibbling.

Sakaki needed several moments to recover from the wave of cuteness that sent over her before she went to get the other boxes and set them all out, too, and, in no time, yes, the place smelled like fish, but she was surrounded by cats happily eating individually packaged feasts and it was quite possibly one of the best days of her entire life.

Eventually, though, a thought struck her, and she managed to remember how to move again as she went toward the back of the shelter toward the fish tanks with one of the extra boxes.

"Ano...," she started, uncertainly, not knowing whether she should tap on the glass to get his attention, "Mr. Sidon, sir? Would you...would you also like one?"

He...he probably liked to eat fish, too, right? She simultaniously felt bad offering him one and not offering him one, but, either way, his enthusiastic reception of the meal was terrifying and sent Sakaki retreating back to the counter as soon as she possibly could escape.

Furnado is open!

Turtle & Canary; Monday [02/07].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer was not at all surprised to come in that morning and find Apu already in the process of making the store look like a pink Pepto Bismol Valetine's Day nightmare (and it said a lot, didn't it, when even Summer was like 'nah, dawg, that's too much pink'), but she was in too good of a mood from her spa victory yesterday to have too many compaints. Plus, it was being offset nicely by some roses and rose-themed things here and there, and she had enough going on right now, anyway. The usual admit and inventory tasks, of course, but also she had a whole jello set to plan for Irene's party which was right after the spa date, so she would really have to preplan to make jamming it into the timeframe work.

But she was confident she can and would pull it off. If anything, it was a very easy theme to work with!

So, with that said, a clipboard in her hand and a rose tucked smartly into her ponytail, Summer got to work, and wondered if anyone would really notice if there was a good chance those candy hearts were the same ones from last year or not.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Fettuccine Alfredo
Garlic Bread
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Coping through Cuisine, Community Center, Monday evening

[sharp_man]

"Good evening," Hannibal greeted the class. "So, we have discussed and experienced many aspects of food as a comfort. But, it can be a comfort to feed others as well. One aspect of that is making food for somebody you care for. However, contrary to what corporations would have you believe, there are many different ways to do that, and different forms that comforting with food can take."

He projected his tablet onto a screen at the front of the class. "If someone is sick, chicken soup is common. If you're looking to make them feel better emotionally, some of the same principles as we discussed with nostalgic comfort food may apply; ice cream is common, at least in the summer. And apparently sangria for some," if Summer was any judge.

"Today we will not be cooking, only menu planning. Consider one or more people in your lives, and what foods you might want to make them to be a comfort. Research on your phones, or I have a few tablets here. Find things you can make, or learn how to make, and think about what makes a food appropriate. We can discuss as you go.

"Oh, and next week is Valentine's Day. If any of you have plans with loved ones, I expect you won't be here; the rest of us will meet at my house, where it will be my turn to demonstrate some of these principles."

The Magic Box, Monday

[existencemisspent]

Eliot was lounging behind the counter as usual, scrolling through Instagram on his phone and catching up on any squirrel gossip he may have missed, when he heard today's report.

Considering what had happened here in the shop last week, that was extremely disconcerting.

So now, instead of scrolling through Insta and having an otherwise uneventful day, he was madly texting Jon to make sure they didn't have a ravenous fear-eating zombie on their hands.

At least if that was the case, he could count on Margo to kill the kid so he didn't have to turn into another brooding nightmare over his own murderousness again. . . .

[open!]

Trooper Station, Monday, February 7, 2022

[grenadesandohana]

Steve was very busy today! He was doing extremely important police work--filing a report about an abandoned infant in the Mooby Burger dumpster that turned out to be a burrito--and also signing he and Danny up for a vacation on Maui over the next weekend.

Their therapist would be so happy! Steve was being proactive about communication and whatever. (He hadn't exactly been listening in the last session.)

The Trooper Station was open. Just don't bring up burritos. It was kind of touchy today.

The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

[texted3times]

The axes were back to being axes! Eric celebrated by taking them all over to the axe range to throw.

Each one made a new, different, obnoxious sound as they hit the target board.

"Fuck absolutely everything," Eric said.

The Devil's Nest is open! Come, have a drink. Eric certainly is.