fandomtownies | Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday

So... one of the conditions of coming to the island was that Zack was going to have to work to earn his way, going forward. And he was fine by that. He'd been handed an address, and a key, and the ownership papers for the building, and the file he'd been given had said that everything else he was going to need would be in the building already. So, armed with a few scraps of paper and a key, he made his way along the streets with a sort of nostalgic familiarity, stopping outside the appropriate address and looking up at--

"No way."

He was going to have to send whatever Turk arranged for this a fruit basket or a kitten or something.

The next hour of his morning was spent being given the grand tour by one of the shelter's employees, squirming and wiggling every time he saw a particularly adorable critter that he wanted to cuddle up to. They assured him that this meant that he'd get on just fine here, and then left him to his own devices.

So, Furnado was open and under new management, and Zack was manning the front counter, hugging basically a whole litter of pitbull puppies and with a big old hound dog curled up and snoozing at his feet. Not a bad distraction from... everything else... if he did say so himself, really.

[OOC: Open! The puppy is in!]