Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

[witchoftheflesh]

So, Adrian had spent all of last Wednesday thirteen years old and hiding in the Grove, waiting for warlocks to come drag him back to their cabal on behalf of the Spider. That had put him in enough of a funk for him to skip Supper Club the next day--not that being a pony had made the concept of restaurants particularly appealing--and had brought back old nightmares he hadn't thought of in years.

Those troubled dreams were still lingering, so Adrian was here and drinking a lot of coffee to make up for it, already mentally putting together a list of things to put into a strong sleeping draught.

Over Easy, Wednesday

[napking]

Gray still couldn't believe he had a job.

Gray really wasn't sure what he was supposed to do at said job. He'd never had a job before, okay? It was weird. And the staff weren't even letting him choose the specials yet. He would never do such a mean thing to a beautiful waffle as put coffee in it.

Will It Waffle? Wednesday Special
Pumpkin Spice Latte Waffle

Over Easy is open!

Wellspring Arms- Wednesday

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine was back, which also meant going through and getting the shop together. There was dust to clear, inventory to check, and about a hundred other things that she'd remember as they came up. At least she'd stay busy/not bored.

She'd brought Murley in, too. He was sleeping in a corner and being completely unhelpful.

[Open!]

Trooper Station, Wednesday - 9/10

[hatesparadise]

Things were back to normal this week. Which meant there were the usual phone calls about weird colored deer and raccoons bringing back their pumpkin stout.

None of which was actually normal, but for here... sure. Fine. Danny would take it. Which meant he was adjusted to this place as much as he ever would be. So he was just going to do his paperwork and pretend to be fine with rodent beer.