Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

Getting to work on time, even when he spent the night at Llewellyn's, was proving much easier thanks to a cat whose need for breakfast worked as a much better wake up call than any alarm ever could.

Of course focusing on work was another matter. There was the issue of a conversation he was going to be having with Steph after business hours were done. Then there was the holiday he and Llewellyn were taking that weekend.

One of those was far less anxiety inducing to think about than the other, so Steven was currently occupying himself by watching instructional videos on YouTube about snowshoeing.

He was, of course, interruptible.

[open!]

J,GoB; Thursday Afternoon [12/29].

[pun_king]

Graham was discovering that he really wasn't fond of break weeks. He missed having fun classes to go to, he missed all his friends who had gone home for the holidays, and regretted not taking the opportunity to do the same. He felt restless, and a little bored, and a bit out of sorts, but, thankfully, he knew just the thing to make him feel better: a trip to the bakery with his best friend to go and get some pies.

"So what do you think, Triumph?" he asked his trusty steed as they stood thoughtfully, ponderously, at the pastry case. "What kind of pie will you get?"

Triumph chirruped a response and Graham nodded.

"That is a good one," he agreed. "I'm thinking boisenberry, myself. Ooh, or maybe pecan! Which do you think I should get?"

Graham had to chuckle, at Triumph's response to that. "You're right, of course," he allowed fondly. "I will probably just end up getting both."

Possibly even a third!

[[ i might go slow if work picks up, but open for all your baked good neeeeds! ]]

Magic Box | Thursday

[dishesonthetoprack]

There was a shipment in today of black top hats, which Scott was honestly kind of surprised to see come in stock, but hey. Wanda had left him in charge of the place while she was off doing her thing, and who was he to question what an actual witch stocked her shop with?

He still gave a pretty undiginified yelp when the first rabbit came out of one of those hats, though. By the time he'd accumulated a few more, he was more used to the idea, and within a little while, Scott was just making peace with the fact that he was tidying the magic shop under his care around about a dozen rabbits hopping around on the ground.

He was super cut out for this. Nailing. It.

[clearly I have been having a hard time getting to a keyboard today but open!]

The Photo Hut - Thursday

[flamesburned]

Since it was coming up to the end of the year and the wedding was going to be the following week, Liz was trying to catch up on as much work as she had today and try to not distract herself by going on Pinterest, which she had mostly succeeded in doing but she was no wondering if maybe it wouldn’t hurt to create a Pinterest account for the Photo Hut as well once she had finished the work she needed to do.

Her morning had proven to be rather busy responding to a few emails and finishing off quite a few reports that she still had to complete, so it turned out she actually didn’t have as much time to go on social media, which was probably a good thing because discovering Liz had quickly found out that were a lot of things on Pinterest and not just wedding ideas.


[the Photo Hut is open!]

Trooper Station, Friday

[pocketpretzels]

It was, once again, One Of Those Days.

"No," Watts was saying into the receiver. "Ma'am. It's not- it's not illegal, so far as I know, but I can't say I recommend attempting to milk a raccoon."

"Because at the very least they have claws and they bite, and at worst they're capable of organising into a group large enough to kidnap a fully grown man."

"All right, then. In that case I need to let you know that you're proceeding at your own risk. No, I'm not going to arrest a raccoon if one attempts to bite you. I think at that point you've earned whatever they choose to dole out."