Atlas Gym; Tuesday [03/21].

[sword_chocobro]

Since it had come up in conversation last week, Gladio was pulling out some of the reinforced practice dummies that Ignis used for his knife training out of the supply closet and into the open training area, mostly in case Marc wanted to check them out and see if they'd work for his own knife work, too, but also just to see how they were holding up. It was pretty clear they'd taken more than a few beatings, but they were still in pretty good shape, which just meant he'd go home and give Iggy crap for clearly slacking off.

And, well, since he was already in there, he figured maybe today was a good day to take stock and note exactly what all else was in that supply closet, which mostly just lead to him wondering what the hell some of these things even even were. A lotta springs, though, which....he felt like he could snap some of these things just by looking at them, and not just because they were old, either.

Atlas is open!

Luke's Diner; Tuesday [03/21].

[chef_chocobro]

There was, of course, some discourse going on at Luke's that day, between the staff, and Ignis continued to no doubt win the staff over with his middling over the finest of culinary details. And he realized that this might not exactly make him very popular with his new coworkers, but at least they'd have learned something when they worked with him.

"Well, it's just that it's much more of a ficelle," Ignis had offered, conclusively, "than a baguette, really..."

Even if that something was simply that Ignis was absolutely that person. Sure, sure, he could have just not said anything about it and just let it slide, but then it would be bothering him pretty much the entire rest of his day.

Today's Specials
Jambon Beurre sandwich on fresh baguette ficelle
French Onion soup
Chocolate croissant bread pudding

Luke's is open! And pedantic.

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Tuesday [03/21].

[special_rabbit]

As was typically the case with these sorts of things, Amaya got back to the shop after her class with the weapon du jour still firmly on her mind, which meant sort of taking stock of which pole arms she did currently have in stock on the weapons wall and tucked away in the closet under the stairs, and wondering about culling some of the more simple and less interesting ones by seeing if the Daventry Guard was in need of some spares so she could make room for something more elaborate and spiky. It was always a good thing to make more room for something more elaborate and spiky!

Although all the points and spikes couldn't distract her entirely from how much unsold merchandise really had built up over the years, and she should really try to push some of this older stuff to make room for newer, shinier things.

Not that that ever stopped her before.

Which, you know, was what put her into this excess inventory mess in the first place.

The Forge is open!

Tuesday: Plant Parenthood

[mylandmyrules]

Today was a good day! Nell had received a notice that her bees had shipped, so she'd done a check to make sure her hives were all ready for them. She couldn't wait to have the bees buzzing around - extra pollination for her plants and eventually her own honey!

She had a book about beekeeping close to hand and whenever she had a free minute or two she could be found looking at it and either making notes or checking things off on one of her lists.

The kittens were playing happily in the back room, occasionally darting out to leap at Nell and make her laugh.



Plant Parenthood was open!

Tuesday: Groovy Tunes

[wildgalegirl]

Charlie was in a relatively mellow mood today, so she was practicing some of the softer Irish tunes on her mandolin. In fact, if you stopped by at the right time you just might hear her practicing Golden, Golden, as performed by the amazing Celtic group Silly Wizard. It was probably the most romantic Irish song she knew and one she wanted to add to her repertoire.

Groovy Tunes was open and Charlie would be happy for the company!

Community Center Class: Baked Baking [Tuesday 3/21]

[stykera]

Was there a reason both instructors were smirking faintly at the assorted containers of Cup Noodle(™) set out today? Of course there was. There was always a reason for their behavior even if that reason was ridiculous.

"My sincerest apologies to Ignis IF he even SHOWED UP, GOD," said Summer, who knew he couldn't see her smirk, but trust that he could hear it…hell, he could probably even smell it now that all his other senses were, like, superhuman or whatever, "but I've been thinking about Cup Noodle a little bit lately, and, you know what? Instant ramen is a solid food for when you're baked."

“I’ve been told it’s a good food choice at all times,” Stark said. “It does taste very good when you’re hungry. I only tried it recently when it was offered by a friend,” he said, hesitating almost imperceptibly on that last word. “But I liked it. It can be good by itself or you can add many things to it. We have some items here you can add, if you like.” He waved his hand at the assorted (and moddable) add-ins arrayed before him on the counter.

"Points for creativity," Summer added with a decisive nod, "of course. Make me proud."

And give her fodder to either impress and/or horrify (both could be effective in their own right) someone who this class was definitely not inspired by, how dare.

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

The Devil's Nest was a bar, or a club, really, and thus usually more the scene for your... popular music fare. But Lucifer, being Lucifer, was prone to moods, and sometimes those moods flung themselves rather loudly in one particular direction...

Anyway, that was why the Devil was behind the piano tonight, playing some of the world's most dramatic classical music. It was likely he'd work his way up to Beethoven in another thirty minutes or so.

Why?

Who knew. It was Lucifer, and he went with his gut.

[[ open ]]

Diaz & Ass., Tuesday

[two_idiots_one_body]

Arthur's nightmares had kept him up all night. So for a large swath of the day, he was sleeping.

You'd be forgiven for not noticing, though, since John was playing solitaire and occasionally pecking out a one-handed response to the business's email.

Who the fuck cares why your pigs are yelling on the way home? Stop taking them out. Humans are weird.



The Ass. was (more or less) in!