Luke's Diner; Tuesday [05/28].

[chef_chocobro]

There had been a little bit of a whirlwind of a trip that weekend, and, so, naturally, Ignis had brought some of the inspiration from that journey into his recipehs for the specials that day, which worked well to distract Ignis from a text he'd received yesterday that he was trying not to think about too much.

After all, Liliana had returned home that very evening, perfectly in tact, and so there was nothing to worry about, right? Just likely some boring, mundane thing that needed taking care of...

Nothing to worry about. He was definitely not overthinking anything, and was actually having no trouble at all keeping himself from wanting to poke and ask and pry. Everything was probably fine. In fact, that she even let him know all...

...could mean about a million things, really, if he really thought about it.

Which he was absolutely not doing, he was just doing his job, everything was...

"Errr, chef?"

That was when Ignis noticed the burning smoke. "Ahh....dammit," he muttered, frowning and then told Greg to make a slight adjustment to the specials board.

Today's Specials
Creamy Tuscan Chicken
Blackened Chicken
Gallo Pinto
Cannelés de Bordeaux

Luke's is open!

Atlas Gym; Tuesday [05/28].

[sword_chocobro]

The pool downstairs was getting some use today, it seemed; a few of the gremlins had gotten together and put together a synchronized swimming team, and it was definitely something Gladio was happy to see. That pool didn't get nearly enough use, and he definitely swung by a few times to see how they were doing. And honestly? Surprisingly well-synchronized, for having just started out!

Which got a little weird and perhaps unnerving if you thought about it for too long, all things considered, but honestly? Gladio was mostly just sort of fascinated that they all wore swim caps when they didn't even have any hair.

And when he wasn't checking in on them, doing his rounds, or taking care of some admin stuff, he was sort of checking out some good fishing spots maybe for the weekend. He remembered Liliana still promised him and the guys a good hunting trip, but, no, this definitely had to be fishing.

Atlas is open!

The Photo Hut; Tuesday [05/28].

[hashtag_chocobro]

If he was entirely honest, yesterday's little clandestine driving lesson left Prompto feeling really out of sorts. Like, technically speaking, it went well, he probably did well and Liliana learned a lot. But then how come he didn't feel good about it? Kind of the opposite, actually, like he felt they'd gotten off on the wrong foot from the start, and, even though they got things going eventually, it still felt...off. He felt like he really didn't even help that much, more of a glorified textbook more than anything. Why had she even needed his help in the first place? But he guessed he did help? Maybe? He wasn't sure, but it definitely didn't feel as good as he thought it would to help her, so....he just didn't know.

He was generally trying not to think about it too much, because they did what they set out to do, and that was what matter, and he had other work to focus on, anyway, spending a good portion of his time at the store behind the computer touching up his photos from the con this weekend, and, really, it didn't take long for him to get fully sucked into that and he actually did start feeling the bad vibes from yesterday fading into the background of the noise of his head as he started to cull through the shots and set up a portfolio to send to his client....as well as brush up and set up something for his site for all the other pictures he took throughout the convention.

The Photo Hut is open!

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Tuesday [05/28].

[special_rabbit]

Things were a bit quieter than usual in the forge that Tuesday. Oh, sure, the forge was roaring along, ready to be used, as usual, but there was no steady rhythm of Amaya's hammer on metal at one of the anvils today, or even the satisfying hiss of steam of quickly cooling metal. No clanking of steal or squeak of leather.

But it wasn't that Amaya was distracted by hydraulic press videos on her phone that day! It was....uhhhh....research! Yes! Research for her class, that's what it was! Definitely researching for her class...

Ahem.

The Forge is open!

Tuesday: Groovy Tunes

[wildgalegirl]

Charlie was here and had decided to let the stereo go wild and play whatever it wanted. With the caveat that she would silence it if it got too out of hand.

She in turn practiced her skills by setting how fast she could catch on and play along with whatever it threw at her. Good practice for her gig work when she filled in for a regular band member.

Infinite Consortium - Tuesday

[single_man_tear]

The chair was no where in sight today, so Dean was settled in at the counter with his laptop looking for weird deaths and strange phenomena on the mainland.

And finding nothing.

Nevertheless he kept on looking and ignoring all the creepy effing artifacts all around him.

Tuesday: Plant Parenthood

[mylandmyrules]

Nell was in a cheerful mood today. Her plants were thriving, her bees were happily making honey and her life was pretty much perfect. What more could she ask for?

Needful Things, Tuesday

[knightinshinarmor]

"You know, this place just isn't the same without Fifi," Remy noted as he broke into the shop for the second week in a row.

And so saying, set about researching what other giant ridiculous sculptures he could steal to feature at the store.

In the meantime, have a sale on uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh carved wooden cats.

Sure.

[open!]

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

It had been a while since Lucifer had had the time or the presence of mind to sit behind the piano, but lo: that moment had arrived. He was, perhaps, a touch on the maudlin side this time, playing through some rock hits in very understated arrangements, but still.

He was there. There was music flowing through the Nest.

Occasionally, you could even hear him singing.

"All along the watchtower, princes kept the view..."

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