Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

Most people might not work on their birthdays. But Steven wasn't most people. He enjoyed working at the Museum. Besides, there was a weekly lunch to look forward to.

Blathers had made note of the day, which was kind. He gave Steven an entire breakdown of how birthdays were handled where he was from. It sounded nice, other than the part where people were sort of kidnapped into a birthday party. But Steven supposed if they knew it was going to happen as soon as they stepped out of their homes it wasn't too bad.

After that Blathers went off for his usual daytime sleep and Steven got to work.

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Pixie Dust; Thursday [03/09].

[beautiful_boc]

The room at the hotel really had been quite a bit much for Boc, so he had, by now, quite abandoned it. And though he'd managed to find a good many spots that seemed like safe spaces to curl up in, from the docks to the rocky bits to the lake to the vast preserve and even a few choice park benches, it was quite a bit chilly for him out there. Which would be fine, of course! It could be much worse, although it did sometimes make him wonder if he really would have been better off, remaining as a tree...

...but he kept coming back to the clothing shop, to check in, every day, if any repairs or alterations needed to be made, but there weren't, but he didn't want to go back inside, so he just hovered around there, camped out in front of the counter and waiting for business when he wasn't just going around the store and appreciating and marveling at all the finery and even some of the accessories. And he may have found a nice, dark corner in a storage room to curl up in, and no one seemed to mind him doing so, so he just kept up with that, and he discovered that he could probably just stay here in the shop and never leave and be perfectly content.

Well, until the inevitable moment when they decided to kick him out.

And he did need to venture out for food, at some point, he supposed.

But for now, he was there, yet again camped out in front of the counter, paws steepled together, head bowed, ready to be of service and useful, if the opportunity arose.

Pixie Dust is open!

The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (3/9)

[drumsticksandd20s]

A while ago Steph had backed a 5e module on Kickstarter that she was super excited about. It wouldn't be out for a fair bit yet, but when the creators had sent out an invitation for backers to help playtest the module, of course she'd jumped at the chance.

So if anyone needed her today, she'd likely be poring eagerly over the freshly-downloaded playtest materials for a good portion of the day.

Hopefully she wouldn't give in to the vague temptation to run a test session for the gremlins.

[OOC: Open, with that usual work SP caveat.]

Beach | Late Morning

[firehousehimbo]

So after the Snake Incident, both Buck and Eddie were not exactly chomping at the bit to hang out back at the station. So a walk around the island it was, looking for sus things. The last time it happened they ran into a half-dead teenager, which had been an interesting change of pace.

What were the odds of that happening twice?

[Post is open, though there's a specific thread that's last. Like porn you'll know it when you see it]

The Park, Thursday Afternoon

[not_of_the_nora]

Aloy was taking her Sunwing out for a walk.

Or rather, she'd taken it for a flight around the island, just to make sure none of its joints rusted up and it got enough sunlight to fully recharge. They weren't quite done yet, but she'd gotten hungry. Eating in flight on top of an electrified bird-machine... well.

It didn't seem completely safe.

The Sunwing landed not far from the pond, planting its metal talons firmly in the grass. Aloy slid off its back, and stretched her arms. "I have definitely been in the air too long," she sighed.

Her knees felt wobbly.

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