Trooper Station, Friday

[pocketpretzels]

Guess who still didn't have headphones?

(It was Watts. Watts still did not have headphones.)

In his defense, there were a lot of options, to the point of being overwhelming. He was definitely going to have to take Miss Gingrich up on her offer of some recommendations. So once again he was listening to music though at least this time it couldn't be heard from the street outside.

Furnado Animal Shelter; Friday [07/15].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

There was another postcard from the frog band to add to the billboard (which Sidon, wondering what exactly happened to the poor thing since Sakaki decorated it, not realizing that Sakaki decorating it is exactly what happened to it, tidied up a little), this time from the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland, Ohio. They seemed to have very much enjoyed their visit there and took a lot of inspiration from it; they were looking forward to seeing what kind of music they could put out while on this tour to bring back to the shelter, and Sidon was very glad to hear of it, too.

In the meantime, there were plenty of heavy things that needed to be put on high shelves, which was what he'd always been best at around here (save for cleaning the fish tanks), so he kept himself busy while a small swarm of cats followed him around, wondering if there would be a good moment to finally take down this massive, elusive prey.

Sidon was, of course, completely oblivious to such machinations to become a feline feast one day.

Furnado is open!

Magpie Emporium; Friday [07/15].

[pun_king]

Nervous? Graham wasn't nervous, don't be silly! What did he have to be nervous about? All this last minute pouring over materials and rearranging things to distract himself and, on occasion, just sort of standing there, wringing his hands while just sort of expecting (maybe hoping for?) the store to fall down around him or something, that was all totally normal! He definitely wasn't worried that no one would show up or that he was going to be really terrible at it or that he was in over his head or...

Graham stopped for a moment, closed his eyes, took in a deep breath. "It's just a game. It's supposed to be fun. As long as it's fun, then that's all that matters. You got this, Graham! You're going to do great."

The mantra worked....for a little while. And then he went right back to worrying about what if his dice were cursed? What if everyone hated it? What if the massive collection of notes he'd put together wasn't enough and he ran out of ideas? What if there weren't enough snacks?!?

Stop. Breathe. Self-encouragement. Crippling self-doubt and hand-wringing....Lather, rinse, repeat.

But he wasn't nervous! How dare...

The Magpie Emporium is open!

Fast Eddies | Friday

[shireisburning]

Eddie was sore, confused, and still wearing the gross FHFD shirt that one of his shirtless rescuers gave him because his Hellfire Club shirt had been rudely ripped off of him. Ignore the fact it needed to be done to save his life, it was still rude.

He had been skulking around town ever since he was released from the clinic, still not sure what was really going on. When he walked past the bowling alley, it at least looked like something familiar. And his name was literally on it.

So he went in, feeling right at home among the NPC teenage workers who all looked like they had smoked up before arriving for their shift. Then they started calling him "Mr. Munson" and showed him to the manager's office. Which was...weird. He wasn't entirely convinced he wasn't on pain meds still.

He was gonna put a stop to the Mr. Munson thing real fast. He was only 20!

[Pls hold for some ocd. Open! I cannot stress enough how useless these NPC employees are gonna be. Eddie too, for that matter]

Surf's Up - Friday

[mother_love]

So, the Porgs were back again and there were more of them this time. And as Billy got the shop open for the day, a few of them wandered around the shop, as seemed to be the norm now when they decided to stop by. And Billy wasn't sure if he was just imagining it or reading into things after his talks with Summer... but, it did seem like the Porgs were taking a particular interest in the kid-sized swim board he had ordered in. So, he kept a careful eye on them as he opened shop and got things ready for the day.

Surf's Up is Open!

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

It had been another week of Rey trying and failing to contact Luke (the dead one), she was trying not to be too frustrated. After all, he was dead. Maybe it wasn't her fault that it wasn't working. Even though it felt like her fault that it wasn't working.

She'd started meditating a while ago and was still at it, sitting cross-legged on the floor with her eyes closed while BB-8 rolled his way around the warehouse.


[open!]

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Right. Two weeks from now. Friday 29th. It would be the perfect date for the club opening.

Lucifer was on the phone as he came in, stayed on the phone on the sofa, and was still on the phone two hours later, just talking about it. What he hadn't noticed was the small piece of glitter that fled from one leg of his trousers on his way in.

And as he stayed on the phone, he also didn't notice the way the glitter began to multiply.

And spread.

And spread.

[[ open if beglittered! ]]