The Magpie Emporium; Friday [01/05].

[pun_king]

Graham had cheesecake, Graham had a squirrel that agreed to move this Jenga match from the radio station to the Emporium, and he was intensely focused on both, somehow, carefully moving a fork with a bite of cheesecake on it to his mouth while also hunched over the teetering tower as his finger of his other hand gentle poked and prodded at a piece to loosen it from its spot in the deteriorating structure.

The tower quivered. The tower shivered. Graham held his breath as the edge of the block slipped away and time seemed to stand still for a moment as he slowly, carefully, pulled both fork and block away and chewed...

He did it! It was still standing! It was...

Coming crashing down as a feline who was supposed to be referee came crashing into the tower and sent it all crumbling in a cascade of clattering wooden blocks.

"Saffron!" Graham complained. "If you were gonna call a foul move, you could have just said something! You didn't have to take down the whole tower!"

Oh, but Graham! She was a cat! What did you expect, honestly?

He looked over at Saffron, unremorseful as she sat down and started grooming her back leg, and shook his head, turning toward Leroy, already starting to gather the blocks, and asked, "Rematch?"

The Magpie Emporium is open!

Fast Eddie's | Friday

[shireisburning]

Being an Indiana boy, Eddie was no stranger to cold. However, he did choose style over comfort most of the time which meant he was freezing his ass off right now.

But he looked cool. So that's what counted.

Still, he'd be warming himself near the hot dog turning machine thingy during his shift.

[Easin' back in with no OCD]

Trooper Station, Friday

[pocketpretzels]

There was a pile of several hundred bottles of calcium tablets in the middle of the floor today.

“Recycling Amnesty Day,” Ralph said, before Watts could ask.

“Well,” Watts sighed. “At least no one has tried to recycle a raccoon?”

“… Actually, uh…”