Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

The woodchucks had been quiet and normal lately (as much as warehouse-dwelling rodents could be), but when Rey got to the warehouse today, she found a few stacked on top of each other, trying to get into the snack locker.

They looked at Rey.

She looked at them.

The top woodchuck quietly dropped down to the floor.

"You could just ask," Rey said, and it was a sign of how things were going here that she didn't wonder how they would do that.

Plant Parenthood; Friday [06/06].

[what_big_teeth]

Eleanor had some work to do today, but not necessarily Plant Parenthood-specific work. Well, sure, of course, obviously there was some of that, too, but she and Luma had received a nice little care package from their mother, which included letters, and Eleanor's letter in particular included a small list of things that the villagers had come to the house, interested to see if Eleanor could help with. Thankfully, it was all pretty simple stuff that she could put together pretty easily, but there were a few things on there that were going to require a little research and a little work and poking around the shop to see if they had them or if she'd need to put in an order for herself.

And honestly, being here already really did make it easier, so she at least felt pretty good about having known that her employment here would really put her in a good place for her work back home, and she could start putting together a package to send back.

She should really include a few things for her family, too, and so she was also thinking of nice things to add that they might like, too, which meant she should definitely swing by Pick Your Poison at some point for some bath bombs for her mother, and she was feeling mildly astonished that she hadn't thought of that before now. Maybe she could even figure out how to make her own? That was somethings he was pretty sure her grandmother never had to offer!

Plant Parenthood is open!

Turtle & Canary; Friday [06/06].

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Oh! National Yo-Yo Day? Sweet!"

Prompto was stoked to come into the store for his shift that day and see what Apu had set up. Bright and colorful yo-yos on display and on sale, with a small table of a few of them so that people could just sort of play around with them and give them a try. He went straight for a yellow one, of course, grinning broadly as he tossed it in his hands a little before starting to pull off a few little tricks here and there.

He was a gunslinger! He was good with his hands! Also there were a lot of idle hours during the Long Night, and he had trouble staying still a lot of the times so it gave him something to do with his hands while also maybe trying to impress peop--

"Hey," the trick he was currently trying to do fell short as, all of a sudden, Apu bustled over, shoulder-checked him, and started taking down the display. "Wait, what's going..."

He watched as Apu replaced all the yo-yo stuff with gardening stuff, and he pouted.

"That's just cold, dude," he said, sighing, and feeling a little hurt, too, even though he felt like he shouldn't. But he felt like he and Apu had made progress, and now he was changing up the whole holiday just because Prompto was enthusiastic about the first one.

Whatever. It was fine. He was here to work, anyway, not just play with yo-yos, and so now he was going to go slink over to the register and definitely not pout while still playing with his yo-yo.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Churro
Applesauce Cake
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Trooper Station, Friday

[pocketpretzels]

The Troopers today were clustered around Ralph, who had his mobile phone out. There was currently a heated argument happening regarding what, from Watts could gather, was some sort of game played on the device? Apparently there was a riddle that needed to be solved in order to progress, and the Troopers couldn't agree on a possible answer.

Needful Things; Friday

[totalwildcard]

There was a weird, very shiny wooden statue in the store. Harley honestly didn't pay it much mind, until she happened to trip over something on the floor right by it.

And it felt perfectly reasonable to her to right herself and then immediately whip around to point a highly accusatory finger at the statue.

"I'm watchin' ya, pal!" she told it. "I'm serious!"

The statue said nothing.

For now.

(open!)

The Ink Spot [Friday]

[fears_no_one]

After being blocked into his apartment last Thursday with enormous trunks labeled "THOMAS" and "MIRANDA" and "THE GODDAMN BRITISH NAVY", Flint had not been fit for company for a week.

(Leaving the building only to get coated in goo on Wednesday had reinforced that hermit-y impulse.)

But alas, the wheels of capitalism ground on, and so he might even attempt to sell a book today. He'd unlocked the shop's door, after all, and he still had a small-ish bookcase of books he'd read and didn't care for.

Every other book he was keeping, though. Small steps.

The Ink Spot was open. Sort of.