Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

Steven kept checking his mobile and any available calendars to confirm that yes, he was taking next Thursday off due to the holiday. He had the day correct and everything. Not today, not two Thursdays from now, next week. Absolutely, positively next week.

(No harm in checking again, right? Right.)

Regardless, there were things he wanted to do to make sure he wasn't leaving any work behind for Blathers or Connor to worry about. For instance, making sure the tallies of supplies like fish food were up to date and no orders needed to be placed for more.

So Steven was double and triple checking a lot of things today, really. Luckily he didn't mind it. It was easy enough to pause if any visitors should stop by.

[open!]

The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (3/30)

[drumsticksandd20s]

Steph had a couple of shipments of new games in this week -- stuff she'd backed on Kickstarter for the store, which meant she got to have copies in stock before the general retail release.

She was kind of frowning at one of them this morning, though, wondering if she should even put it out on the shelves. Eventually she did, but sort of sandwiched in between some of the other new releases.


It wasn't until she was finished that she noticed how the plushie displacer beasts were arranged into a stacked pyramid with a plushie dragon perched atop.

Which was cute, but maybe a tiny bit unnerving.

[OOC: Open!]

Devil's Nest | Thursday Evening

[defenderofdesmoines]

"You know," Annie told Tiny, keeping a little bit of a distance from the whole ski resort thing while polishing a glass, "they make all these little porcelain figures doing cute snowy things. Like for Christmas villages? If you wanted to fill it out. And they make little trees and things, too."

Just planting little alpine seeds here, don't mind her.

Annie had foregone her baggy hoodie today, and was thus proudly rocking out her slightly-protruding bump now, along with a chocolate milkshake she'd made first thing upon arrival and had, no kidding, at least seven cherries in it that she was excited to eventually get to.

~*Specials*~
Raspberry Margarita
Floradora
French Martini

[open, no OCD, and I'll be putting the S in SP for a little bit here as I have a couple meetings this morning!]

Pick Your Poison, Thursday

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Margo really needed to go see a girl about a hammer.

She'd managed to go a few weeks without immediate flare-ups of restlessness and frustration, but here it was again, and here she was, without a hammer. Smacking things with an axe? Great, but kind of dangerous, in that almost-chop-a-man's-foot-off kind of way. Hitting things with a hammer? Better idea.

But she had none, and she kept forgetting she wanted one right when Amaya was working, so now she was stuck with... this.

"Your packaging says you're calming," she told the bath bomb, holding it up to her face. "I'm still not feeling it."

The shop was open, technically speaking. Its one-eyed proprietess was considering violence.

[[ open ]]

Trooper Station, Friday

[pocketpretzels]

Having finished signing off on the last of the paperwork regarding the not-an-arson warehouse fire, Watts waved down one of the Troopers.

"Ralph!"

"I'm not Ralph," he responded. "I'm Hugo."

Watts squinted suspiciously at him. Yeah, the guys were all more or less identical, but he'd gotten pretty good at telling who was who thanks to various subtle differences in both armour and facial expression (during the rare times they didn't have helmets on). He was sure this was Ralph.

"Fine, then," Watts said. "Bring Ralph in here."

"Sure, boss." Two minutes later he returned with who Watts was almost certain was actually Calvin.

... You know what? Good enough.

"Run this over to Town Hall and have them file it," he told Ralph-but-actually-probably-Calvin.