Furnado Animal Shelter, Monday January 19

[not_a_haint]

"Mornin' critters," Caleb greeted the animals as he went on his rounds. "First day on th' job."

He made sure everyone was alive, double checked what needed checking (like who got what to eat). "Okay who's hungry?"

He stared at one dog to make sure it was breathing. It was, just a very deep sleeper.

Furnado is open.

Trooper Station, Monday, January 19, 2026

[grenadesandohana]

Steve finished up a bit of paperwork, delaying the call he needed to make to Honolulu. (And he was definitely delaying if he was voluntarily doing paperwork.)

Finally he picked up the phone. "Howzit, Chin," he began. "Danny and I were thinking that since we're here so much, we might look at expanding the Five-O team back home. Can you put out some feelers, see if you can turn up any likely candidates?"

After another ten minutes of chatting, he hung up and wondered why putting out that request felt like defeat.

The Trooper Station was open! Please give Steve a distraction.

The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

[texted3times]

Eric arrived at the bar to discover Tiny's celebration of National Popcorn Day had taken over the place. "You're cleaning this up," he said, walking through a six inch pile of the stuff on the floor. "And no one wants popcorn-infused rum."

The bar was open! Maybe one of you would prove Eric wrong and actually want popcorn=infused rum?

Infinite Consortium, Monday

[deathsmajesty]

It was always the luck of the draw when Lilian was unpacking crates. She might find anything from a priceless historical treasure to a hideous, indestructible doll with razor legs. Sometimes, she even found things relevant to her own history; usually items of Dominarian make that she recognized but every so often, things she specifically recognized. After all, kick around for a couple hundred years and visit dozens of planes and eventually the odds just fell in favor.

Very few earned such an immediate response as today's item, however. A mask. Not just any mask, but a mask meant to look like Griselbrand, one of the four demons with whom she'd made a deal with for the return of her youth, her immortality, and some measure of her old power in exchange for her battered and tarnished soul.

One of the two that she had already killed in order to get said battered and tarnished soul back.

Unearthing it from the packing material, Liliana wasn't sure whether to laugh or to gloat. Griselbrand was dead and she was gloriously alive, after all.

But receiving such an idem was quite the unexpected happenstance...even moreso when one considered that the dragon that had sent her here was the very same dragon that had brokered the demonic deal she was still benefitting from.

A coincidence? A gift? A threat?

Liliana couldn't tell.