Juno

Here it was the first day of Brides Month and Apollo hadn’t even met anyone. “Was he at the wrong resort?” “Did everybody go on to Canada?” the Face of Everyman didn’t respond. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was still a good place to hangout for the Summer.

Prudent?

As Pogo inspects some fresh fruit, a garden Snail ponders the advisability of the route he’s chosen. the Face of Everyman started dreaming of escargot. The rest of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa remained peaceful.

Insatiable

Temple offerings to the Goddess of Perpetual Hunger were an easy steal by the voracious. the Face of Everyman pondered whether it was sacrilegious for a non-believer to eat gifts meant for the deities. Life maintained a steady pace for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; so, perhaps no matter.

ZZZ

It was three in the morning, and Tinker hadn’t found a scrap of food. Smelling deer droppings got her no closer to filling her stomach. Once again, the Face of Everyman slept thru the intrusion into the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

Sunk

As Celestia sang “On the good ship Lollipop” her good ship sank into the murky depths of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman mentally dialed 911.

Fido

Klaxons blared as quests were ordered to shelter in place. A canine, call him Dog, is captured on security footage in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman called the animal shelter to inquire as to whether a dog had escaped. For now, he would keep an eye out for “Not-Our-Dog.”

Meet Up

Daxton was on “speed dating” and didn’t want a lot of chit chat. First names was a good start for any romance in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman offered couples counselling if needeed.