Pizza Planet, Friday

[carbsliftthespirit]

Raiden was still a little worried about the phone business from Wednesday. He'd straightened things out with Gray, who was bummed to have missed out on the waffle jello shot, but Raiden had promised to make him actual waffles this weekend to make up for it. But he really hoped Steve wasn't mad at him for not propositioning him in Japanese.

No, this made no logical sense. He sort of knew that. But also, he wasn't that bright.

Specials
Banana Curry Pizza
Smörgåstårtepizza
Smoked Herring Pizza

Pizza Planet is open! And exploring Scandinavia, although: dear God, why?

Turtle & Canary; Friday [01/27].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto was a little distracted by his phone that day for his shift, leaning on the counter as he switched between texting with Gladio (and, wouldn't you know it, the texts were actually going to Gladio, too, even! Imagine that!) about his decision to want to name his daughter after Noct (he didn't think they'd be against it, of course, but he still wanted to make sure he had his and Iggy's blessing, too) and various projects he could tackle that weekend to really start babyproofing the apartment. Which he was realizing he should have probably gotten started on a lot earlier, but if he roped the guys into helping him out, they could probably still get a lot done.

And, like all things internet related, he was very quickly slipping down a rabbit hole of all sorts of baby stuff that was bound to suck him in if he didn't start getting any customers or visitors.

Like, he didn't even notice that Apu had been celebrating National Big Wig Day, which said a lot, because that wig was very big indeed.

He might have noticed, if Apu had deigned to get him in on the big wig action, but, apparently, Apu had decided that Prompto's hair was ridiculous enough.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Chocolate Cake
Watermelon
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Fast Eddie's | Friday

[shireisburning]

The song of the day wasn't exactly to Eddie's taste, but considering the subject matter and the catchy refrain he couldn't really complain. Just...don't mention it if you caught him singing along with it.

Song of the day
Felix Hagen - Eddie Baby
Free drink whenever the song plays

The Magpie Emporium; Friday [01/27].

[pun_king]

It might have been a little ambitious of him, but Graham had decided, rather than having to choose between what sounded like four impossible-to-choose-from stories, he would try to read all four of the epics that Mr. Kyōraku had assigned for their writing class, and, in a bid for his unbreaking optimism, had actually brought all four of them with him to work. Clearly, he wasn't expecting it to be a very busy day and had thought maybe, just maybe, he could manage to breeze through them all.

To his credit, he did love reading exciting tales and stories, which was promised in the name of epic poetry, and it wasn't so much the volume of the reading that was going to be his issue, but rather, the subject matter.

Because he could barely go a few pages into any of them without suddenly remarking to himself, "Oh! That's a good idea! I could use that for the campaign!" and detouring as he paused to write down that idea and try to extrapolate and ponder and plot on it in relation to the game, before realizing, several pages of notes later, that he was supposed to be reading.

(Well, technically, he was supposed to be working, buuuuut....)

Yeah, somehow, it seemed that he was not going to get to reading all four stories after all.

He'd be lucky if he managed to make it through just one.

The Magpie Emporium is open!

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"Do you think it's possible to do a classy version of the tiki aesthetic?" Lucifer asked Tiny, without preamble. "No, don't say anything. I'm thinking out loud."

Tiny hadn't even bothered to look up. He knew how this went.

He was also ignoring the telltale sounds of 'Copacabana' as they flowed out of Lucifer's piano, fifteen minutes later. The Devil was in, as per usual. Things happened.

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The Perk, Friday Afternoon

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Margo didn't consider herself an anxious person. She had anger for that. Anger fixed everything. Which meant that the weird sense of low-grade anxiety she felt right now was weird, and discomfiting, and she hated it, and it was making her angry all over again.

... which meant it would be gone soon enough.

Until then, though, she was determined to plug that hole (not dirty) with something else. "I want a white mocha frappuccino and the biggest fuck-off sugary pastry you've got," she told the barista at the Perk. "And be quick about it."

Sweet, sweet rage.

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