Luke's Diner; Tuesday [06/25].

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis was determined to not be distracted by his own thoughts today as he wound up being yesterday, and that meant a few things for his shift at the diner: relatively simple and classic recipehs, lots and lots of coffee (standard practice there, really), and interrogating his coworkers to bounce few ideas about his next workshop before finally locking down an idea. Honestly, he did need to figure out what he wanted to do for the second half of the summer; it wasn't like him to be so indecisive on what was just a simple seven-week course, yet there he was.

In a way, he was almost grateful for it, because it certainly did give him something more immediate and pressing to focus on, not to mention the fact that he did still have his one last class for this session to consider as well.

Today's Specials
Cheddar BLT Burger with Tarragon Russian Dressing
Ponzu Tofu Poke Bowl
Salted Caramel Apple Pie

Listen, Ignis' definition of 'classic and simple' was a little different than most, okay?

Luke's is open!

Atlas Gym; Tuesday [06/25].

[sword_chocobro]

Just as he suspected, the dumbbell drinks he'd found at the shop yesterday were also a big hit with staff at the gym, so Gladio was planning on bugging Summer a little when she came in later about contacting that distributor to see if they could get something set up for the gym, too. There was a good chance that it might fall through, considering how many things randomly showed up from all sorts of places without a paper trail (ahem, ahem), but it was definitely going to be worth a try.

He was also sort of wondering how long it would be before his staff tried pranking each other by trying to find other things to put in the bottles to throw off the expected weight, and the answer was: literally by that afternoon.

Good job, guys. Way to never disappoint.

Atlas is open!

The Photo Hut; Tuesday [06/25].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto was feeling....pretty good after his discussion with Arden after class yesterday, feeling a little like a weight was lifted off both their shoulders with a new perspective going forward, and he was feeling pretty optimistic and hopeful about being able to keep up his end of the bargain. And it just really went to show how you never knew what someone was or had been going through, and what a difference it could make once you did.

Well, or maybe he was just being a little sentimental and reflective, but whatever. He felt good about it, he hoped she did, too, and instead of letting himself worry that maybe he was wrong and she didn't at all and was just humoring him the whole time, he was going to do a little work on their stock of photo albums to see if he could find some good ones to suggest if she did swing in to pick one up eventually. Or at least put them out more prominently if she decided to come in on a different day to snag one up, and then also starting to wonder if something like building a portfolio was a good class angle to try some day, because there was only so much you could do with photography before it all started to feel a little samesy, and new perspectives on his classes might help pump some more life into them.

Who knows? Either way, he felt thoughtful, productive, and reflective today, and all around pretty a-okay.

The Photo Hut is open!

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Tuesday [06/25].

[special_rabbit]

The internet truly was an amazing thing, and because of something that had wandered into Amaya's attention, she was busy at work at one of her worktable that Tuesday, with sketches and notes spread out around her, a pencil tucked behind her ear and another one in her hand and somehow a third one that was occasionally dangling from her mouth as she worked. Occasionally, she'd drift over to the Crumbler to confirm measurements (although, really, she knew them fairly well by heart at this point, but precision with this sort of thing was key), and then she'd drift over to the supply closet under the stairs to start pulling out different ingots and sheets of metal to consider, and then back to work, rubbing her chin and somehow getting a smear of pencil lead onto it from her gloves.

Jotting down numbers, running a few semantics, sighing a little and rubbing the back of her neck and her shoulders from being hunched over her blueprints for so long. It would be a big task, to be sure, but it was an upgrade that would make a lot of sense, one that she was a little mad she hand't thought of before....especially if she was going to keep on keeping on here on the island.

And that was really the number that was the trickiest to work with, wasn't it? But, ultimately, when all was said and done, it was hard for her to look at the question of 'will it be worth it?' and think anything but a resounding 'heck yeah it will!'

If anything, it would just look cool, and she'd have proven that she could do it, at the very least.

The Forge is open!

Fandom Fire Station | Tuesday

[firehousehimbo]

Buck was having some trouble logging on to the station's computer this morning. It kept saying his password was wrong, but he was sure it was right. Fine, whatever, he'd reset his password if that's what you wanted, computer.

"New password can't be the same as old password," Buck read. "What the hell?"

[This brought to you by me needing a half hour to log on remotely this morning for work. Open]

Trooper Station | Tuesday

[knife_bender]

We were on day...too many days of it being disgustingly hot outside. Diego convinced himself it was so hot in the trooper station because there were too many people loitering around filling the place up with their heat and B.O. So the glares he was giving the troopers today were warranted. In his own mind.

[Open]

Magic Box | Tuesday

[scarlet_chaos]

A lot of emotions had hit Wanda when she received Bucky's text message yesterday. Relief, anger, sadness, back to anger, and then sprinkle in some more relief. Once that all got settled (which took some time, and 1.5 cans of White Claw to get through), she reflected on what had happened since she had seen him last. The shame of what she had done to Annie and Stephen and America came flooding back.

Which brought back the age old question of whether she even deserved to have friends in her life. Maybe she should just move into a cave or something.

She hadn't gotten much sleep last night.

[Open]

Infinite Consortium - Tuesday

[single_man_tear]

Whatever expectations the sensitivity training the armor had to try and get Dean and the chair work in peaceful coexistence was dashed this morning. As soon as Dean came through the door the chair made its move and had attacked. Dean was fine but his breakfast hoagie with extra bacon was devoured.

So the chair was once again chained up and Dean was grumpily going through the pile of books he had recovered from Bobby's locker.

Look, you don't mess with a man's breakfast hoagie. There are consequences.

Tuesday: Plant Parenthood

[mylandmyrules]

Between all the scrubbing and cleaning she had done yesterday and her run and workout this morning, Nell was feeling a bit sore. Which was why she was glad she didn't need to do the same sort of deep cleaning her at her own store.

Besides, working with her plants always made her feel better. Which didn't mean she'd slip her usual afternoon break with a cup of tea and a good book.

Needful Things, Tuesday

[knightinshinarmor]

Many of the ducks and frogs had been removed, and Remy was pretty sure he didn't have a hyena stalking him, so he figured that Harley had enjoyed them, at least a little. He congratulated himself as he settled in behind the register and once again scoured the internet for more weird shit to bring in and leave around the shop.

Something worth something that was also very weird shit would be best. Harley clearly had eclectic tastes.

In the meantime, have a sale on miscellaneous purple things.

[open!]

Town Hall, Tuesday

[weirderthanthou]

You know? Jesse was relieved with the amount of paperwork involved with bringing James back. She'd succesfully managed to stop anyone from putting in any forms that wrote him out of anything, so now she barely had to file any forms writing him back in to a lot of things.

Which meant she could turn her attention to something else: getting back in touch with the FBC.

That was... trickier.

"I'm gonna have to go back into the basement, aren't I," she muttered, squinting at a piece of paper covered in coffee stains and 60s typewriter-written text.

[[ open ]]

Tuesday: Groovy Tunes

[wildgalegirl]

Charlie (and this post) had absolutely been here all day. Obviously.

Well, except for the time she was in class, but that was a given.

So, yep, the rest of the time she was just here, doing Charlie things in her Charlie way.

Yep. That's the way it was. No question.

(Also... This post? It was absolutely never in the wrong place.)