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fandomtownies2019-07-18 09:14 am
hernando_fuentes) wrote in fandomtownies2019-07-18 09:14 am
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T42 - Thursday 6am-6pm
It was the first time in a long time that the island had been normal enough for Hernando to open the store. The baby signs were proudly clacking around the counter, hopping and arranging themselves near their chosen baked goods. Hernando had a very wide variety of baked goods today. The store seemed to be a little anxious. He gave the counter a few pats while he set everything ready.
The quokka, too, were excited. Bouncing up on the ledge at the window to peer out and churbling to one another cheerfully. Dave was still curled on his cushy bed by the fireplace, watching the activity. It was hot and humid outside and he was still on the hearth. Hernando bit his lip a little; if the vet stopped by today, he really wanted them to take a look at Dave. But that was a small worry, Dave's behavior hadn't changed since he got the cushy bed so it wasn't like it was a sudden chill or anything.
The art on the walls was bright and cheerful. It seemed perhaps the store was also tired of all the shuffling the island had done. All the paintings were of normal outdoor scenes. People gathered on a beach for a picnic, a man sitting on a bench feeding some ducks in the dappled sunlight, what looked like a Rockwell print of children playing in the surf at a beach; others, some watercolors but mostly oils or acrylics. He spent some time simply admiring them before he wandered over to the door and turned the lock to open up.
[T42 is Open!]
The quokka, too, were excited. Bouncing up on the ledge at the window to peer out and churbling to one another cheerfully. Dave was still curled on his cushy bed by the fireplace, watching the activity. It was hot and humid outside and he was still on the hearth. Hernando bit his lip a little; if the vet stopped by today, he really wanted them to take a look at Dave. But that was a small worry, Dave's behavior hadn't changed since he got the cushy bed so it wasn't like it was a sudden chill or anything.
The art on the walls was bright and cheerful. It seemed perhaps the store was also tired of all the shuffling the island had done. All the paintings were of normal outdoor scenes. People gathered on a beach for a picnic, a man sitting on a bench feeding some ducks in the dappled sunlight, what looked like a Rockwell print of children playing in the surf at a beach; others, some watercolors but mostly oils or acrylics. He spent some time simply admiring them before he wandered over to the door and turned the lock to open up.
[T42 is Open!]