Furnado Animal Shelter; Monday [08/29].

[kawaii_complex]

It would seem that Sakaki had enough issues about her body and her own inherent inability to ever be able to embrace her love of cute things without constantly feeling awkward about it to create a nice little obstacle course that the cats were more than happy to climb on and pounce from and generally trample all over, a activity that seemed particular fitting, considering how many of those cases were directly related to her very cat-specific traumas.

And all the while, in an astounding effort to actually manage to lessen some of that trauma, Maya was standing guard by the counter, sometimes on it, even, looking as tough and intimidating as a kitten could, making it clear that if he was going to be here, he was going to make sure to defend Sakaki against any of the other cats who might think to cause her any harm now that he was here.

Which was so meltingly adorable that Sakaki was probably going to be pretty useless today, but at least she was here.

Furnado is open!

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Monday [08/29].

[special_rabbit]

Don't mind Amaya. She was just going to be pretty much spending a good portion of her day continually trying to chuck every little bit of luggage and baggage that popped up straight into the fire, everything from the nice broad ones that touched on abandonment issues and self-esteem and fear of commitment, to the more specific ones that were so kind as to remind her of things like 'why you have two anvils' and 'that one time you married someone you have genuine feelings for'.

Sure, she knew that they'd just be back as soon as she'd destroyed them, but it was the principle of the matter. It was the catharsis of it all, though it was a little concerning how they seemed to be getting more narrowed down and specific the more she tossed them in, regretting the moment when all that was stamped on them was a few names that would inevitably show up.

"I'm gonna need a bigger forge," she murmured, shaking her head, and poking at the slowly burning baggage with a stick to make more room for the next one.

The Forge is open!

[[ like I could even resist....]]

Pizza Planet, Monday

[carbsliftthespirit]

Raiden had spent most of Sunday familiarizing himself with the kitchen of the Pizza Planet and the NPCs staff, and by Monday morning he thought he had enough of the hang of things to open the place for business. Hell, it practically ran itself, as far as he could tell.

He was just gonna ignore the (not, admittedly, all that large) pile of suitcases that seemed to be following him around today, even if it did make maneuvering in the kitchen kind of awkward. It wasn't any worse than working around a sleeping Gray, after all, and he'd done that plenty of times.

Special
Maryland Crab Pizza

Pizza Planet is open!

Turtle & Canary; Monday [08/29].

[somethingwithturquoise]

With one of her classes with Stark being on Monday, Summer almost considered trying to shift things around a little for her Turtle & Canary duties, but it was the first period, so it really didn't eat up a lot of her morning, and she would just come in a little later than before, maybe stay a little later, no big deal, especially today, though, because not only had she been gone for a week, but apparently Shunsui wasn't even back yet, which, you know, rude.

Plus, it was apparently emotional baggage day, and she figured she'd better get a step-up on the bars by throwing up a sign:

Back to School Special!

25% off all Alcohol!

Also an additional 20% off for all new students and teachers!

✨✨✨We're Also Hiring!✨✨✨

See Summer for details!

And at least with all the baggage hanging around and getting in everyone's way, it seemed Apu didn't bother with anything over-the-top for some made-up holiday, although he was spending an incredible amount of time brooding over the 'overcompensates as a desperate bid for relevancy' duffel bag that had shown up, while Summer wondered if she should point out that actually? That one was probably hers, too.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Lemon Juice
Herbs
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Fandom Fire Station, Monday

[justalittlerepressed]

Eddie had hurried on out of the house once Christopher had gone off to school. But not because he was raring to get to work, but because there were some weird boxes just lingering around that he certainly hadn't put there.

But the joke was on him because they were at the station too.

Hence him ignoring the confetti to attempt to put them away in the supply closet. Out of sight, out of mind!

[open!]

Monday: Covent Garden Flowers

[mylandmyrules]

The luggage. It was everywhere. From You Abandoned Your Husband to the generic Guilt and all of the ones dealing with God's Cloud of Glory right on down to You Killed Him and You Know It.

Nell tried to hide as much of it as she could - especially the worst of them - in the back of at least at the bottom of the pile, but it was going to be a day.

She'd still try to sell you flowers with a smile, strained though it might be.

The Perk | Monday Afternoon

[begmetwice]

Irene shouldn't have even left the flat, honestly.

It had started with the charming little coin purse that had practically fallen at her feet as soon as she'd set out towards the Perk -- blackmailer. Nothing she didn't already know, and she'd been here before, so she even knew what was happening.

On the course of her journey, she'd encountered a suitcase that read thief (of course), a duffel bag -- horrifying -- that proclaimed DEAD, and a neat little rolling pilot's case that bore an outsized LIAR.

None of this was especially groundbreaking. Try harder, Fandom.

It took until she was settling down at a table before the matched set fell around her. I, read a little hatbox, followed by AM on a makeup case, SHER said the handbag --

"Fuck, no." And all of that was getting shoved into a bin before the suitcase that wouldn't fit arrived, and was summarily shoved under her table. LOCKED.

[open, naturally!]

The Park

[alwaysonguard]

 So, it had been an eventful day so far... and while it might not have been his best decision ever, Dwight didn't feel like sitting in his apartment staring at the bags and luggage and suitcases that seemed to keep popping up around him.

Maybe he thought he could distract himself. Maybe he thought he could get some space between himself and the baggage.  Maybe he thought they might leave him alone in the openness of the outdoors. But whatever he had thought was proving to be incorrect. if anything the number of bags and labels he had to deal with was seeming to increase.

So, Dwight sat on the rather oversized suitcase with a "Troubles" label stuck to it, feet resting on a duffle bag with a "killed your squad mates" label affixed to it, and doing his best to ignore the "unworthy of love", "failure as a father", and "she'll never love you" bags that seemed to be actually taunting him at this point.

He kicked over the bag that said "Lizzie" on it only to have it right itself again, the name bigger and bolder than before. "This had bloody well be a one day thing" he muttered.


(Open for any moody baggage related needs)

Trooper Station, Monday, August 29, 2022

[grenadesandohana]

Well, when life hands you really heavy bags, make the Troopers work out with them, right?

No, Steve would not be explaining why they all said "DORIS" on the side.

This was such fun day. At least his abandonment issue duffel had gotten smaller than the last time? He was taking that as progress.

The Trooper Station was open. Watch your head.

The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

[texted3times]

Eric had, in general, moved past most of his issues. (The ones neatly labeled "WITCHES" and "WEREWOLVES" over in the corner of his office were tasteful and, let's be honest, practically cliché given who he was. The sparkly one labeled "Sookie" was not up for discussion.) He'd gotten to work mostly unscathed by whatever this was, and then he went out into the main area.

Every damn piece of luggage was olive shaped, including the "TAKES A JOKE WAY PAST THE POINT WHERE IT'S FUNNY" bag Tiny was frantically shoving into the walk-in fridge.

"Drink," Eric said, rubbing his forehead. "Big one. Keep them coming."

The Devil's Nest was open. Unfortunately.

The Magic Box, Monday

[existencemisspent]

"Oh please," Eliot said, rolling his eyes at the reusable tote sitting on the sales counter labeled "terrible employee". "As though that's a surprise to anyone."

He crushed the little tote with the large, beautifully crafted leather handbag he'd been carrying -- labeled "addictive personality" -- and flopped down into his usual sprawl to . . . continue being a terrible employee.

What? He was nothing if not consistent in his failure. Just ask the high end luxury luggage set by the door. The carry-on bag clearly said "consistent failure". It was positioned perfectly to block the labeling on the oversized matching wheelie suitcase (which read "will never measure up to amazing friends"), both of which were set up to obscure the battered old military style duffel covered in mud and grass stains, which said "daddy issues" and the raggedy old carpet bag reading "rural Indiana". And lets not even get started on the fancy carved treasure chest inlaid with jewels that read "abandoned kingdom full of starving peasants."

He was ignoring all of it with grace and aplomb, thank you. He even put his feet up on the tote-and-handbag, and used the little make-up clutch reading "crush on a (presumed) straight boy" behind his head for a pillow while he took a nap.

If you couldn't beat your baggage, use it to demonstrate your performative decadence.

[open!]

The beach, late Monday

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Travis had said it wouldn't work, but he hadn't yet said it was dangerous, either, and Jon knew people sometimes did bonfires on the beach, so...here he was, on the beach. With an ever-growing pile of luggage, matches, and quite a bit of accelerant.

He'd let Summer know about what he was doing, and he'd planned it with Irene, after all, so he had no doubt word would get out.

Self-loathing was absolutely going to be the basis of this fire. The more it came back, the more tinder it could be.


[Baggage fire! All invited!]

The Photo Hut - Monday

[flamesburned]

At first Liz wasn’t sure what was happening when the bags started appearing, all with different labels and a lot of it relating to her powers and her episodes … two of which had anniversaries coming up and in a week that she was trying to not spend so much time worrying and thinking about them, it seemed that Fandom was doing its best to remind her about them.

She had decided to get in some extra work today at the store since she knew that she wasn’t likely to get any work done when it came closer to the anniversaries but now she was watching the bags pile up and feeling all the guilt and shame that she knew wasn't going to go away.

She tried to ignore it but by the time the bags got to ‘Pittsburgh’ and ‘Killed Own Family’ she started crying.

There was a pretty good chance no work was going to get done at all this week.

[the Photo Hut is open!]

The Magpie Emporium, Monday [29/8]

[giveittoyoursister]

Vi had actually started off the day in a pretty good mood. Which, alas, didn't last very long once she'd actually started work, and started noticing the luggage. Battered steamer trunks and worn duffel bags all stained and spattered with bright, fluoro paint in a style she recognised right away, and all labelled with her own neat handwriting that she was not getting close enough to read.

Instead she focused on trying to neaten up the front counter while Little Bot tried valiantly to shift the massive electric blue trunk taking up quite a lot of the shop floor.

Man, she missed the pinecones right about now.