Turtle & Canary; Monday [06/13].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Maybe Summer was just feeling a little bit cranky because all the efforts with the Chocobro Situation were turning up bust, despite all the progress it felt like they'd made over the last week, but she was really starting to get annoyed with Apu following her around the store while she was doing her inventory checks, just so he could tell her all about softball.

Finally, at some point, about halfway through the process, in the middle of the hardware aisle, something snapped and she turned on him.

"Apu!" she said. "I am a bisexual white girl from the suburbs. I know about softball, okay?"

He just sort of looked at her for a moment and then started to say something about how those kinds of stereotypes surrounding the sport--

"Ohmygod," Summer lifted her hands. In surrender? To strangle him? The world may never know. "Just...go make a display or something! Please!"

And that was how a giant pyramid of softballs came to all but block the Squishy machine. Proceed with caution. It looked....tentative as best.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Peanuts
Cracker Jack
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Furnado Animal Shelter; Monday [06/13].

[kawaii_complex]

It seemed like a pretty quiet, chill day at the animal shelter that Monday. The light rain throughout the day seemed to put most of the animals in a quiet, lethargic state, with plenty of lounging around and slumbering in adorable puppy piles, and, once Sakaki was able to get over the nearly incapacitating swells of emotion over how adorable it was that one of the kittens was using one of the larger puppies as a mattress, she was able to focus on getting some of her pre-vet course work done in relative peace and quiet.

Because it was so quiet, though, she was able to pick up on a strange, unexpected sound. It was so faint she was pretty sure she'd imagined it at first, or perhaps there was some ad playing on the computer that she hadn't noticed, but, no, it wasn't coming from the computer. It was coming from somewhere in the shelter, and so curious...and definitely a little nervous...she went to go investigate.

The investigation took her quite some time until she finally managed to locate where it was the loudest, and that was over by the amphibian tanks. Frowning, she tilted her head, straining her ears, and seemed to narrow down the general vicinity to one of the tanks in particular, and, peering in...Her eyes widened.

Sitting on a lilypad inside the little pond in his carefully curated by a fellow amphibian was the tiniest frog. And that frog? Was playing a keyboard.

Sakaki's heart may be in need of some medical attention.

Furndao is open!

Fandom Fire Station, Monday

[justalittlerepressed]

Another day of checking, double checking, and then triple checking supplies that had not changed throughout the week.

As no emergencies had happened.

That was fine. Perfect, even. It gave Eddie plenty of time with Chris and also Buck now too. But maybe he should just check one more time on things here just to do his due diligence...

Monday: Covent Garden Flowers

[mylandmyrules]

Nell was rather thoughtful this morning. Friday's class had unsettled her more than she liked to admit and just more than she'd liked in general. She'd spent most of the weekend in the woods communing with the land and felt much more settled. Fandom might not be Soulwood, but it still felt like it was hers as well.

She wondered again about what she would do when it came time for the graduates to leave the island. Would a portal home finally open for her? Would she still be kept away? Maybe she could find something to do here. Open her own plant business maybe?

It would take some consideration.



Covent Garden Flowers was open! Come distract Nell from her thoughts.

The Perk- Monday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

Getting coffee from someplace outside of her own kitchen still felt like a splurge a lot of the time, but some days after training she'd let herself get something. It wasn't like she was so busy that she couldn't stop for the length of time it took to drink something.

She'd seen someone else in front of her order something pink and covered in whipped cream, and went ahead and ordered one, just got something new. And that's how Rey ended up sitting at a table very focused on her strawberry frappucino and trying to mix the whipped cream in without ruining all of it. Like an adult.


[I have pre-trip seniorotis. Might as well post. Open!]

The Devil's Nest, Monday, June 13, 2022

[texted3times]

Well, there was good news and bad news at the Devil's Nest. The water feature had been removed from the axe range, so Eric was pleased about that.

The rest, though...

"The entire bar is pink?!"

Tiny shrugged.

Eric was going to kill someone. Tiny hoped it wasn't him.

The bar was open! Cosmos were on special because Tiny had a wicked sense of humor.

Fandom Museum- Monday

[anomaly_research_nerd]

There was a lot of busy work going on at the Museum that day. A to-do list had greeted Connor when he arrived and so the first part of the day was spent working through Blather's list. It was a small Museum so it didn't take long to get the things crossed off.

The rest of the day Connor spent in the insect and bug exhibit room. He left a nice little "ring bell for assistance' note on the desk.

Museum is Open!

Trooper Station, Monday, June 13, 2022

[grenadesandohana]

Steve came back to the Trooper Station a little wet and squelchy thanks to the squirt guns at paintball class. He pulled a dry shirt from his desk drawer and changed in the middle of the station while listening to Calvin and Ralph talking about their source at the clinic and a potential armed crab insurrection.

"That can't possibly be a thing," Steve told them.

He got two blank, helmeted stares in reply.

"Fine. Go chase it down, then. And see if you can capture that electrified sledgehammer, too," Steve added. "It's still on the loose."

Just another day protecting the public in Fandom...

The Beach, Monday Afternoon

[my_own_advocate]

The beach was... well, it wasn't not a place Lucifer liked to come. He had many great beachside memories. Usually in a speedo, and surrounded by people in equally small clothing. But it wasn't his place the way it had been Duke's for quite some time.

Times had changed over the past few years, though, hadn't it?

And so it was nostalgia that sent Lucifer ambling towards the beach in a crisp white shirt and far too expansive tan trousers. He had a cooler in one hand, and a beach chair in the other.

With a flick of his wrist, he unfolded the chair and set it down on the sand. He set the cooler down beside him, and flicked it open.

It was full of rather expensive sodas and alcohol.

Was he here to throw a party? No. He was here to wallow happily in sun and nostalgia, however. So he stretched out his legs, grabbed a cocktail from his cooler, and stared out at the water.

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