J'GOB - Friday Afternoon

[single_man_tear]

Anyone walking into J'GOB today would find Dean at a table which had six slices of pie sitting in front of him.

"Son of a bitch."

Yes, Dean has discovered the wonder that is Jeff, God of Biscuits and their baked goods.

[Open]

The Magpie Emporium; Friday [03/29].

[pun_king]

Graham had decided to actually get both a milkshake and some cheesecake for his post-radio, get-settled-in-at-work breakfast, and he probably would have loved to have said the extra indulgence was because all that...reading yesterday had really worked up his appetite, but, let's be real, this was actually pretty lowkey for one of his post-radio breakfasts.

There was just a significantly lower amount of lunch notes this week, and so therefor fewer things to inspire him!

Well, to inspire him when it came to food, anyway.

But hopefully, it would be a fairly slow day, work wise, because Graham was definitely getting distracted and drifting off into his head a lot today, and even the one main work thing he seemed to have to keep doing, which was very pointedly tapping the sign Steph had put up on the Code of Conduct while clearing his throat a lot, just made those thoughts drift into whether or not there'd be someone to pointedly tap the sign for him.

Not, of course, that he would ever! Very unbecoming a Knight Hopeful!

But, you know, there was nothing wrong in just thinking about it, right?

The Magpie Emporium is open!

Outside Waffle House- Friday evening/night

[seriesofbaddecisions]

It was an interesting week, and Sabine figured it had to be over soon, right? She did miss being able to think straight without the pollen fog getting in the way, which was also why she decided to take a walk and get some space. It was a small town, there was a decent chance she wouldn't run into anyone and this wasn't a terrible idea!

She walked a little, and lo and behold, there was the Waffle House back after a long absence. A beacon.

For some reason there was a parking lot in front of it. Why? Listen, everyone had bigger problems this week, it was fine. Especially since there were a couple folding tables set up with a bunch of moddable kinds of alcohol and mixers, because nothing said "sex pollen party" like a tailgate in a parking lot in front of a Waffle House. Also there was a padded area back a ways but still illuminated by the 'House? Surely that wouldn't come up later.

Sabine took a picture of the setup, planning on sending it to Lana in a "hey, remember when I used to stumble on these parties in the dorms?" sort of way, and who knew how it ended up getting sent to everyone in her contacts and then some. The Fandom phone system had a long and storied history of doing weird things.


{It's back! All are welcome! Feel free to have gotten the text, or you can just be drawn in by the shining light of the Waffle House, or also noise or whatever.

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Turtle & Canary; Friday [03/29].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Was going into work today a terrible idea? Probably.

Would Apu's hatred of Prompto be strong enough to overpower even the pollen? Gods, Prompto hoped so! If not, he was absolutely ready to just leave everything to him, but even pollen wasn't going to dissuade him from the reminded that he had a family to support, and so he had to keep making that bank, even if that meant having to deal with some of the weirdest sexual tension probably ever.

Well, okay, that wasn't fair, this island was pretty weird, there was probably some way weirder stuff going on, but it was still weirder than what he would normally want to deal with.

They were just going to avoid each other, and be grateful that there was apparently no holidays that Apu felt worth celebrating today. Especially no holidays that would have made things even more awkward.

Although one of the Squishy flavors may have had Prompto drifting off and thinking way too much about what one of his fellow chocobros might be up to right now.

Ahem.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Lemon Chiffon Cake
Chocolate
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Atlas Gym, Friday Afternoon

[suitably_heroic]

You know, Atton had gone into yesterday extremely cranky and annoyed with the world, and he'd come out of it - pun not intended - having squared a few things with himself about sex pollen weeks past and present. And while the itch had definitely started to set in again, well, it was at least manageable for the moment.

Manageable by stuff like exercise.

The stupid thing was that he didn't really need to do this anymore, Atton reflected as he walked into the usual space for lightsaber training at Atlas. He'd told the Jedi where to stick it and he had no intention of going back, let alone running around abandoned caverns fighting stuff and doing flippy things, and... and yet, he was realizing, he was going to miss the running around doing flippy things and waving sticks around.

It felt good. It was also probably, maybe, a more rational explanation for why he didn't actually feel like he was 40 years old, physically. And you know what? He liked that part. If he could choose to do stupid things for stupid reasons, he could choose to do good things for good reasons. Yeah.

So... he set up. Without the lightsabers this time. Took off his jacket and his shoes. Rolled his shoulders.

And started his flippy-jumpy-punchy Jedi training routine.

[[ open! ]]

Rey's warehouse- Friday

[thatwaslucky]

Rey was actually pretty proud of how she'd been handling this week, outside of what she got from everyone else (not like that), and she was taking it as an opportunity to practice her shielding. A lot. A lot a lot.

And she had a warehouse she could use to work herself sweaty (also not like that). That helped

She did lose track of time though, and so not long before the usual time she stopped to get her phone and send a text: Training canceled today, yes?


[Open!]

Chilly Boulder, Friday

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

Well, Arden had tried her best but she hadn't actually managed to die of humiliation after yesterday's broadcast and by this afternoon, she was still restless enough that she couldn't stay in her room any longer. So it was back to Chilly Boulder, this time less for celebrating and more in the hopes that eating something cold and heavy would make the feelings go away. Somehow.

Would this work? Absolutely not. But hope sprang eternal.

Needful Things; Friday

[totalwildcard]

Harley had been having a pretty good time, this past week. Kinda felt like being on a fun drug, if you asked her, all energetic and tingly all the time, in large parts in ways she hadn't really been feeling in the past... while (okay, yeah, yeah, since callin' it quits with Mr. You-Know-Who), if she was entirely honest. But by Friday it was starting to lose some of its luster. Not all! But definitely some. So on that particular day she was pretending even more than usual to be doing work around the store.

Also there was a cardboard box outside the store with a 'PLS TAKE FREE STUFF' sign on it, filled with various vaguely phallic antique trinkets (and some yonic ones, too!), because they were distracting.

Yes, gathering those in the box was most of the work she'd been doing. Occasionally, throughout the day, she could still be seen bringing yet more random crap out of the store to drop into the box.

(ooc: yes of course it's open, come on now)

The Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

[my_own_advocate]

There might have been a party by Waffle House, the Devil's Nest was... remarkably calm in terms of its atmosphere. Gentle piano music played in the background - perhaps from a Devil if he was in, from the stereo if he happened not to be there for the moment - and the lights cast soothing tones of blue against the interiors.

Look, Lucifer didn't need - nor felt - the effects of sex pollen. He figured some might like to have the escape.

[[ open. mod tino or see if the devil's around if you'd like! ]]