The Magpie Emporium; Friday [06/09].

[pun_king]

Inspired a little bit, once again, by his radio broadcast, Graham had swung by the bakery on his way into work to pick up an excellent breakfast of cinnamon rolls. They were absolutely delicious, but definitely very sticky. And Graham thought it might be a good solution to just avoid getting cinnamon roll stickiness from his fingers onto everything in the store by just getting really good at using his elbows to move stuff, but...

...well, you can probably imagine how that was going.

But he also couldn't just stop eating cinnamon rolls! They were delicious! It was kind of a conundrum, but he was...doing his best.

You'd think, with all those pockets, he'd at least have a napkin on hand, but that thought, apparently, hadn't occurred to Graham yet.

The Magpie Emporium is open!

Fast Eddie's | Friday

[shireisburning]

It smelled like a mix of flowers and a bonfire in the bowling alley today. But not for Canada reasons -- one of the teens wanted to see if they could light something on fire using a can of air freshener.

It was less impressive than the warning labels would lead you to believe.

Song of the Day
Blue Oyster Cult - Godzilla
Free drink whenever the song plays

[Thanks, 17-year-old Sam for the post inspiration. Open]

Turtle & Canary; Friday [06/09].

[hashtag_chocobro]

The rubber chickens had been a mistake.

In his defense, it did seem like it would be a cute idea at the time. When you were determined to make your daughter a chocobo fan in a world without actual chocobos, you took what you could get, and Prompto had figured the chickens from Wednesday were chocobo-like enough and the squeaking noise they made would engage in Noctra's budding fascination for things that made sounds, especially when she herself interacted with them. He thought it would be just a novelty, something to grab her attention for a little bit before something else bright and shiny pulled it away.

Oh, boy, he could not have been more wrong. She had refused to go anywhere near sleep last night unless she was still clinging to that chicken with a death grip, which meant the entire night was filled with constant squeaking from that godsdamned chicken and Prompto had....regrets.

But it was fine! Live and learn! He had to figure out a way for Mr. Chicken to meet a terrible and mysterious end that thankfully Noctra was too young to really be able to process but hopefully wouldn't cause any deeper subconscious scars, and he had to remind himself that what lay ahead for the rest of the chickens he'd gotten was going to make a couple squeak-filled sleepless nights totally worth it.

It did not help, though, that, for some reason, Apu had decided he was going to be talking only in a weird quacking voice today.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Strawberry Rhubarb Pie
Duck L'Orange
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Fandom Fire Station, Friday

[designateddadfriend]

Baltimore, or at least the one in the universe that Travis had been volunteering in, had spent part of the week dealing with smoke from wildfires blowing in from up north, so he was already feeling pretty tired by the time he was scheduled for his usual shift in Fandom this week. There were only so many times he could give supplemental oxygen to an idiot who'd decided that going for a run in code purple weather was somehow the virtuously healthy choice before he wanted to start hurting people on purpose, after all.

But hey. It was Fandom, right? 99 times out of 100, Fandom was totally quiet! He could absolutely spend his shift recuperating with nothing worse to worry about than an overeager porg intern trying to follow a radio squirrel up a telephone pole and falling off.

He really should have known better.

"HONK!"

"No! Bad goose!"

"Hisss!"

"What are you even doing here?! Aren't you supposed to be Canadian?!"

*flapflapflapFLAPFLAPFLAPFLAPFLAP!!!*

If anyone needed Travis, they'd find him cornered on top of the reception desk, trying to fend off an angry Canada goose with a desk lamp.

[I TOLD YOU I'D DO IT! Open!]

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

The warehouse was full of packing peanuts today. Just... stupidly full of packing peanuts. They came up almost to Rey's knees, which was making walking around as stupid as the amount of packing peanuts.

The woodchucks were nowhere to be found, maybe because they were buried under packing peanuts.


[What. Open!]