Furnado Animal Shelter; Wednesday [02/21].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Was it unethical to put your daughter in a playpen intended for puppies? Really, was there any difference between that and a normal playpen or crib? Prompto hoped not, because taking Noctra in with him for his duties in taking care of the shelter had been a great idea, but he did still have work to do and couldn't keep an close eye on her the whole time, but they had all these puppy pens, and even puppy toys, so if that's what was needed to distract her and keep her close at hand and contained, well, then...

And when he did have a little more time, some puppies could join her, and then those puppies and the baby would get tired and sleepy from all their playing and then take a nice little nap together and then Prompto couldn't do any work, because he was too busy worrying about the state of his poor heart in handling all this cuteness.

Furnado is open!

Caritas; Wednesday [02/21].

[somethingwithturquoise]

After two weeks off, Summer was actually looking forward to getting back behind the bar at Cartias again, especially since, well, next week, with the school trip, she'd be off again, and that made her almost wonder if she should take this week off, too, just to make it a good solid month. But, no, she was here, and she was glad to be here, even if Tino kept pretending like he didn't know who she was, acting like she was brand new, trying to teach her all the basics.

Excuse her while she rolled her eyes straight out of their sockets. Just because you didn't have a life and literally just came to work at this bar every single day didn't mean Summer was bound to it, too, Tino. Don't be jealous just because you didn't have cool excuses to skip out on your job all the time.

Featured Cocktail
Dark Side of the Moontini

Featured Shots
Berry Sour Apple Stars
Cheesecake Stuffed Strawberries
Under-the-Sea
Rocket Pop

Caritas is open!

The Infinite Consortium, Wednesday Afternoon

[deathsmajesty]

"No!" Liliana scolded, shaking her finger at what appeared to be an entirely normal armchair. "Bad chair! Bad chair!" The floor around the chair was littered with debris: nuts and bolts and shreds of paper and shards of brass. "That secretary was worth more than three of you! You're a very bad chair!"

The chair's cushions sagged a little, though Liliana wasn't sure if it were truly contrite or just pretending. It didn't matter, her brass secretary remained destroyed either way. "You get up into that display window and you stay there all day where people can see you and your sign." The cushions sagged further, but Liliana was adamant. "Maybe a day of being perceived will make you mind. Up!"

She went to fetch a dustpan and handbroom to sweep up the remains of the artifact creature that had been in today's shipment, and when she turned back around, the armchair was in the display window, her hand-lettered sign perched on the cushions.

I like to eat expensive artifacts and leave a mess behind.

"Hmph!" Liliana huffed, going behind the counter to dispose of the remains of the secretary and pick up her book again. She really needed to find some kind of enrichment for that chair. And until then, some kind of bad kitty spray bottle.

Creeeeeeak.

"If I put down my book and there's not a chair in the window, perfectly still and holding its sign, I'm going to get out the varnish stripper and go to town," Liliana said without looking up.

The creaking stopped.

"Wise decision."

The Infinite Consortium was open!

The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[okteiviakom]

Well, that sure had been a vacation. While the air had maybe been cleared a bit on some things that would hopefully make future vacations a little bit easier and more actually relaxing even for Octavia, she was still feeling pretty glad to be back now. Decompressing from her vacation.

Because that was a thing.

At least the club was relatively quiet, so far, and Tiny was containing whatever his latest project was to a small sliver of the bar, way out of her way.

[ooc: Open with no ocd because I dun wanna.]