Pick Your Poison, Monday

[joan_of_bark]

The swamp was waking up. And with all that life, returning, it was sapping most of Pam's energy - so much so that she'd only been in and out over the past few weeks.

But she did hold a responsibility, at least to the plants inside the shop and in the little garden, so. This Monday, tired and blinking away a night of just a few hours of sleep, she made it back to her shop with bag of fertilizer in hand.

Did she think Adrian would let anything die? Of course not. It was the principle of the matter.

"I see the climbing plants are doing just fine," she murmured to herself as she unlocked the front door and went in.

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Furnado Animal Shelter, Monday March 16

[not_a_haint]

The vet had discovered that Caleb was from the 1930's and as Caleb accompanied them on their rounds they'd been picking his brain. That had evolved into a conversation about pop culture and a specific author had come up.

"Well the problem I've noticed, one of 'em," Caleb said, grunting to lift the current patient onto the examination table, "anyway, is that the feller was writin' about things so alien as to drive men mad or what have you...

"you're doin' fine buddy you're okay" he soothed the dog,

"But he was so small minded that his notion of that was-"

The dog let out a yelp when they saw the nail clipper.

"Right? See this gal knows what I'm talkin' about."

Infinite Consortium, Monday

[deathsmajesty]

Liliana was extravagant, everybody knew that. Which was why she thought absolutely nothing of having her steward bring Josu from the mansion down to the shop because she wanted some kitty cuddle times. If anything, it was a much shorter distance than to her office in the school, which was usually where he ended up bringing her cat.

Neither cat nor mistress seemed particularly fussed either way, Liliana sending that day's shipment of thopters zooming through the air for Josu to try to catch.