Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

Work found Steven in a particularly good mood. It certainly didn't hurt that the last time he'd been there had turned out to be rather pleasant all things considered.

As such he was behind the welcome desk absentmindedly humming parts of songs to himself as he searched online to for lists of music and movie recommendations to make a note of for later use.

[open!]

Groovy Tunes; Thursday [07/07].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

With her day starting out with that band class, it was no surprise that Tisarwat felt herself to be in a playing mood when she got around to opening the shop afterwards. She took care of a few important administrative tasks first, of course, and made herself some tea, leaning on the counter and just sort of spacing out for a while as she sipped at it, before finally settling in with a guitar to start plucking away and practicing a little more.

Part of her wondered, especially with the frequency at which she hit off notes that made her wince a little, why she was even bothering, but it was a fleeting moment, because she knew exactly why she was bothering, and it made her sigh and keep forging forward and just hoping for a customer to come in so that she'd have an excuse to just set it aside and stop.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Caritas | Thursday Evening

[fortworeasons]

"What's all this, then?" Laszlo asked, gesturing to Zombie Yoko's interestingly-placed bandages.

And when he was told -- the full explanation, because Laszlo was a man of the world who feared nothing, he merely nodded sagely like the doctor he occasionally pretended to be. (He was probably a doctor once, you know.)

"Aloe vera," he prescribed. "Add aloe vera to the area, and it should heal right up."

But then he kept talking.

"You'll also want to pulverize and apply several sea sponges to the area," he continued. "And try to see if you can get the bile of a centaur; always speeds things along a bit."

Anyway. Caritas was open.

Magic Box | Thursday

[dishesonthetoprack]

"Jeff." Scott was scandalized. "You're -- I mean, if you prefer things this way, I understand, but you're naked."

It was awkward, considering he'd been Uncle Sam for awhile!

In any case, Scott spent at least a few minutes of his day today rigging up a "CENSORED" sign he slung across Jeff's abdomen.

(After, of course, giving Jeff his snack for today: a Rice Krispie Treat.)

Devil's Nest | Thursday Evening

[defenderofdesmoines]

Since Tiny had been denied his toy soldiers yesterday, he'd gotten ahold of a different set of little figures. Now, had he asked Annie, he could have been given a full battalion of The Seven, and Payback, and pretty much every other Super team in existence, and a whole Vought Tower playhouse set -- the whole shebang.

But he didn't ask Annie, did he? So he was gonna have to make do.

"These are really darling, Tiny," Annie commented, admiring the tableau of little fuzzy bunnies and kitties set on one corner of the bar. "I like how they're having a picnic."

Probably not the same kind of tableau he would have created with the soldiers, but you did what you had to do.

Specials
Dark and Stormy

She would have made more specials, but there was a cute hedgehog family to admire.

The Park- Thursday

[anomaly_research_nerd]

It was another hot day and while Connor was finding it a bit too warm for his liking, a certain scaly companion was loving it. So much so that he was going a little stir crazy cooped up in the back office.

That was why Connor and Rex were at the park to work through some of that pent up energy. Well, Rex was. Connor was enjoying the cool shade near the pond. Rex was enjoying the breeze and was doing rather impressive acrobatics as he flew around thoroughly enjoying himself.

"Don't go off too far ok Rexy?" Connor called out as he settled back for a rest an what might or might not turn into a little nap at some point.


(Park and post are open- with SP caveat in play!)

Pick Your Poison, Thursday

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

"I really gotta get me one of those minions like the bars in town," Margo sighed, collapsing in her chair behind the shop counter. "Some kind of restocking monkey or something."

She eyed the bath bombs balefully.

"Maybe you guys should start paying your rent, huh?"

[[ open! ]]

The Photo Hut - Thursday

[flamesburned]

Normally Liz liked to do her general admin work on Thursdays but she was still a bit behind on the work she had missed while she had been away and while she didn’t really need to be at the store for that, she thought before she reduced her hours, that she would make sure she was caught up on the last of the paper work first and then she could focus on her more recent work.

Liz did have class later that morning so she was trying to get as much work done as she could before then but she was making sure to not over do it and take as much time as she needed to finish her work.

[the Photo Hut is open!]

Trooper Station, Friday

[pocketpretzels]

Following Miss Smith's food class, Watts headed to the station. As per usual, there wasn't a lot to be done besides paperwork ("You there. My writing is atrocious. You fill it out, and bring it to me to sign," he instructed... one of the Troopers. Couldn't remember the name.), so there he was, sitting on the corner of his desk, flipping through a Portugese phrasebook.

"Meu postilhão foi atingido por um raio," he murmured to himself. "Well. Some things haven't changed, it seems." He couldn't help but recall the conversation he'd held with Jack, a lifetime ago it felt like now, where he'd suggested they sail to Portugal together. And for the first time in a long time, there was no aching emptiness as he did so.

Some things, on the other hand, certainly had changed.

[ooc: open! though will be SP in the afternoon as I am dragged off to an In Person Work Function. again.]