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Good morning, everyone! It is I, Miss Lydia Bennet, once again here to report on yesterday's news! Honestly, you people don't know how good you have it; in my day we had to wait for the scandal sheets to trickle down from London, or hope someone's relative wrote them a letter. And then the squirrels drink too much and hardly report the juicy bits. It's tragic, I tell you. Tragic.

But enough about me, let's begin with the school, where Let's Play Tourists visited Galveston, Texas, in celebration of Juneteenth, the holiday we should all have gotten the day off to celebrate. Arts & Crafts & Dungeons & Dragons watched films about art whilst they painted, and Paintball deployed paint bombs. Sounds messy.

I don't see anything from the dormitory, very good, sad porg is sad, so forth and so on. In the town, Dr. Quinn was decorating Needful Things, whilst at her warehouse, Miss Skywalker and Dean Skywalker discussed making some alterations to the premises.

And that's all I have, so I'm off for brunch. I'm simply famished. Until next week, dear listeners!

intheeyeofthebeholding posting in

Jon greeted the students with a nod. "Today is Juneteenth in the United States, which Fandom is nominally a part of. It's a celebration to mark the end of officially recognized slavery in this country." He looked like he wanted to say a lot more, but restrained himself.

"We'll be going to Galveston, Texas, which is where the holiday originated, for a reading of the official proclamation ending slavery, then enjoying the nearby festival. Again, I have sunscreen if you don't. Please use it liberally."

imafuturist

After class and washing off of just so much paint, a portal to the new anniversary home in the Black Forest (he would never realize this was a different forest) was in the cards. Because this weekend. It wasn't fun.

So, why not go an piss off Victor Von Doom with a vacation home right outside of Latveria!

It made perfect sense to Tony.

"Oh, we're testing out the new secret passages," Tony said cheerfully as they arrived.

[For the husband]

imafuturist posting in

"This Sunday is Father's Day," Steve said, "which can bring up a lot of complicated feelings for folks, especially on this island."

"So, we have paint bombs for you to set off," Tony said because he dealt with his daddy issues in a normal way. "Non-lethal bombs. Don't worry."

"I double checked," Steve said with a little smile, nodding. "Take out the various shadowy figures throughout the course or use them on each other, but make sure you're not wearing anything you like."

"It'll be fun!" Tony was blowing up so much stuff.

Freaking Howard. "And possibly cathartic," Steve agreed.

heroic_jawline posting in

Good morning, everyone, it's Steve Rogers with the news of yesterday.

In workshops, Illyana got bingo in Liliana's Song of Dominia class today--is that a congratulations thing?--Constatine let his class have a day to procoess any grief that had come up from our weekend visitors, and Stark borrowed Cara's favorite heist movie to show.

And in town, Steven was late for work but not late for lunch. And that's everything! Hopefully this weekend is much less stressful than last's.

totalwildcard posting in

Harley was hanging colorful garlands across the front of her store, criss-crossing the windows and the top of the entrance. You mighta thought it was for Pride - and if anyone reminded Harley 'twas the season, she might claim it was - but nah.

She'd just had the impulse, and she was Harley. So the impulse had quickly turned into action.

Bruce was watching the proceedings impassively from where he was laying down in front of one of the windows. This did not concern him.

(open)

thatwaslucky posting in

After last weekend, which she was having a lot of feelings about and not dealing with, Rey www is walking the course and looking for ways to punch it up some. That was a dangerous thing when you were dealing with Anakin, but maybe it was needed.

And maybe it said something that the things she was coming up with were "this thing shoots projectiles now" or "I don't know, fire?"

[Open!]

needsacatchphrase posting in

There were figures and paints ready for the class this week. But there was also a movie set up. Or a series of videos. One of those things. This one had been chosen by Cara and Jane was fully trusting it was related to the class. Jane needed to learn better, honestly.

Cara needed to learn better, instead of just assuming the word 'attack' meant it'd be vaguely violent.

"Today will be a nice, easy day with the movie playing. Feel free to paint along?" Jane was asking more than telling. Painting was happening, right?

"Right, keep doing that." It was entirely possible that the entire classroom would somehow end up paper-mached through absolutely no fault of Cara or Jane's.

spin_kick_snap

Kathy had given her two weeks at the bar, told her landlord she wouldn't be renewing her lease in July, and hired a service to pack up her place. Knowing herself and how much she'd fret over the movers (or try to do their work for them), Kathy had decided to do something she hadn't done in three years: take a vacation. Not just take a few days off and chill in her apartment, but an actual vacation, somewhere new that carried no memories. Somewhere she could make memories.

( She'd never taken a solo vacation before )

Maybe Kathy would play a few games of volleyball and then go back to her room. Maybe she'd continue to flirt with Ethan and see where the night led. Maybe he'd turn out to be a total creeper and she'd end up having to knee him one and tell him to fuck off. Who knew? But the important thing?

She was going to get to find out. No more small. No more boring.

stykera posting in

Stark was still deep in his feelings about the weekend. Movie and snacks would be a good distraction! He hoped.

“I hope everyone is all right after the weekend,” he said. “I’m not certain if you had visitors or not but…if you did, I can listen if you want to talk. But for right now we’re not going to talk. Right now we’re going to watch a movie and eat some snacks. This movie is very popular on this island. It’s a heist movie and it’s fun. I think you’ll like it. You may even be familiar with it.”

Yes. Of course it was that movie.

“There’s a heist, there’s sparkly jewelry, there’s crimes, there’s lovely outfits on beautiful people…something for everyone. And snacks, of course. Popcorn, always. And there’s a diner scene in the movie where they eat at a diner and so I have some pierogies and latkes similar to that.” Because a potato never hurt him and potatoes were delicious.

“So, let’s watch.”

talentforlying posting in

Class had been told to meet in the Danger Shop again, where they'd find Constantine leaning against a wall, waiting.

"Well, some of you had a right weird weekend," John said as everyone arrived. "And some others of you are probably feeling A Way that you did not get the weird weekend."

"So we're going to put Depression off until next week." He clicked the remote, and rooms appeared before them, doors labeled things like 'angel rage room' or 'singing bowl sound meditation.'

"Pick your poison. Or leave. You need something in particular, you ask, yeah? But today, any grief you have is your own."

wrongkindofsith posting in

Once again, there was only one thing happening yesterday and that things was Shenanigans. In this case, some kind of slip and slide soccer.

*outraged chittering*

If you wanted me to call it that, then maybe that's what you should've written in the notes you gave me. In any case the voluntolds got given their uniforms, which Rey and Flint weren't to worried about until they saw the other team had the same colour. Has anyone asked if Anakin is okay?

Then they played slippery, slippery soccer, and again, I'm not the one who wrote these notes, Leroy, which mainly involved trying not to fall over.

deathsmajesty posting in

Wooooow did Liliana not want to talk about anything Dominaria-related today. But with five more rifts and only three more classes, what she wanted unfortunately had to take a back seat.

( With apologies to Kitty Pryde )

"Urza was furious, as his plans for Zhalfir literally vanished before his eyes. Nor was Teferi done. He then traveled to Shiv, where Jhoira, his old friend and first love, had stayed for centuries, working on a project for Urza. Teferi turned the project over, and then removed the rest of Shiv from the time stream to save them from the horrendous attacks of the Phyrexians and depriving Urza of yet more resources and allies in the war. And, of course, creating yet more rifts. The Phasing of Zhalfir wrenched open the rift over Jamuraa that had been primed when he'd accidentally phased out the Chaza Isles. Phasing Shiv gouged a hole deep in the surface of Jamuraa and opened yet another rift there. Three hundred years later, during the Great Mending, Shiv was returned to Dominaria. Zhalfir remains phased out, its people lost."

rebelseekspizza

They got to Limbo City sometime in the afternoon the next day. There’d been no more demonic interruptions, no creepy motels or evil executives. Just a train and then a road, and the doors of Devil May Cry which remained the sturdiest, least collapsible parts of the structure. (Thanks, Verg, for the wake-up call on that one.)

“So you can crash here until we’re sure nothing fucked-up is going on at the orphanage that got all these demons on your tail,” Dante said. “And we’ve sniffed out whoever the fuck sold you out to that rich asshole who used you as a shield.”

The little ten-year-old menace had been grateful yesterday. She looked less so now, wrinkling her nose as she kicked aside a couple of empty pizza boxes. “You still live like a slob,” she said. “How? I didn’t know anyone could make this much of a mess!”

Dante rolled his eyes as he padded to the couch, dropping his weary ass down on the ravaged old cushions. “I mean, you can also go back to the orphanage if you want…”

( We'll have to work on it. )

[[ nfb, can be open if there's anyone out there with a reason to contact him ]]

Current Music: 'Closing Time', Semisonic

hasaknightjob posting in

Steven raced into the Museum. He hadn't meant to be late. But Raphael had been curled up on his lap while Steven had been eating breakfast. Everyone knew you couldn't move a cat when it was comfortable. That was practically against the law.

Luckily Steven wasn't too late. Only a few minutes.

He gave his apologies to Blathers all the same, then settled down to work.

[open]

rebelseekspizza

There was something off about the receptionist at the hotel. It wasn’t the oddly-sized teeth or the way his eyes always seemed to roll just in the wrong direction. He just… seemed too eager. Pushy. Dante could sense a hint of something malevolent about him.

Just couldn’t put his finger on it.

“We’ll have whatever room you have left,” Dante said. He could’ve kept walking, himself, but Patty was clearly on her last legs. Creep or no creep, she needed somewhere to sleep. “I don’t care if it gets sun or not, we’ll be gone first thing.”

“One adult and one child,” the receptionist droned, flipping a keycard onto the desk.

( Hey now, she's a young lady. )

[[ and finishing up Devil May Cry (2007) episode 1. follows this, nfb and nfi. ]]

stykera posting in

Wednesday again. I hope everyone is…fine.

*chittering*

Yes. I’m fine. Let’s talk about the school. In Book Club there were books on…sexy ghosts. Right. Of course. That’s…fine. And in Coping With The Non-Modern World discussed phones. They are useful.

*chittering*

Oh, shut up Leroy.

Nothing from the dorms for yesterday. Sorry again, Porg.

And only one note from the town where Lucifer was playing piano at The Devil’s Nest.

sith_happened posting in

The park had a new addition to it in honor of the World Cup and/or provide distraction from missing your dead loved ones!

World Cup matches weren't generally played on what was a field-sized Slip-and-Slide with just enough moisture to make everyone fall straight onto their butts either...

"Today we play soccer-football!" Anakin announced grandly through his megaphone. "Listen for your names!"

Team Coca Cola
Rey
Hannibal
Stark
Flint
Keeper: Erasmus

Team Muscles
Jon
Lydia
Steve M
Steve R
Keeper: Sairis

afraid_of_marshmallows posting in

Hey there Fandom. What's up, it's ya girl, Arden Finch, and, for once, I don't think that I'm missing notes, I think yesterday was just a really low-key day as most of the island dealt with...yeah. The weekend seemed like it was a whole lot for most people.

*chittering*

No, I didn't have any guests.

*more chittering*

I don't know, probably because of shut up and mind your own business, how about that? So yeah, School had it's usual classes, with Try Not To Die heading off to Straya - Straya? - for the class, where there were many sheep. This feels like I just read a Mad Lib. Various Beach Things had us build sandcastles, which was very soothing. And Let's Eat went to a West African-inspired restaurant in London. Are y'all going to an actual West African restaurant next week to compare? I think that'd be interesting.

Ilya was at J,GOB yesterday, getting a cupcake for his birthday. Happy belated birthday, Ilya! Everyone, if you see Ilya today, wish him a belated one, okay?

And lastly, at the Clinic, Professor James was subdued but keeping busy.

Yeah, so that's pretty much it yesterday for folks. This is ya girl, Arden Finch, signing off, and leaving you with the song See You Again by Wiz Kkalifa, ft. Charlie Puth.

tellmehowstuffworks posting in

"Let's talk about phones," Yennefer declared, holding up hers. "Your phone is your lifeline. Your phone is how you can call Portalocity to get you out of the hellhole you occupy, whether that be temporarily to restock on chocolate or more permanently because you have come to your senses. Your phone also has a very finite battery and is prone to being damaged by being dropped from a normal height. What is one to do? Firstly, I would advise investing in a military-grade case. It doesn't matter that it's ugly and only comes in black, it matters that it will make your phone survive being thrown through a wall into a swimming pool. Second, turn the phone off when not in use. Only power it on when needed, or perhaps once a week or every few days if you're in regular contact with someone else with a transdimensional working phone. Third, if electricity hasn't been invented in your world, invest in a good solar charger and guard it closely. Are there any questions?"

my_own_advocate posting in

It was a quiet night at the Devil's Nest. Well, to an extent. The Devil himself was at the piano, playing.

But his focus tonight was on the classical, and not the most dramatic, either. Debussy flowed across the dance floor, only occasionally interrupted by the clinking of his glass.

Sometimes you just had a mood and followed it.

[[ open ]]

rebelseekspizza

There were clubs in Limbo City that hadn’t been safe to go to back when Dante was younger. Before Mundus’s death, before he got himself so emotionally intertwined with a couple of people that he didn’t want to go out anymore.

They were safer these days. Sure, like so much in his life, they weren’t quite right, but they were close enough. A couple nights there and Dante could tell himself he fit back in his skin, that the weekend hadn’t mattered. That he was doing just fine.

Not that he got to enjoy it for long.

( Why is there a little kid in my house? )

[[ heavily adapted from Devil May Cry (2007) episode 1. establishy. ]]

good_for_six posting in

"Genre!" Isabela announced very loudly once everyone had had a chance to settle in with their drinks and pastries and books. "Some people consider it very important."

"It's basically a fancy way of saying different kinds of stories have different kind of arcs and conventions," Aphra explained. "For example, when people talk about romance books, they usually mean stuff that been published over the last few decades, where there'll be misunderstandings and conflict, but everyone ends up happy in the end, but if they're talking about Romance novels, they mean stuff from a century or two back where the conflict possibly ends with everyone very dramatically dead." Important distinction that.

"In any case, this week's selection of books combines the two in the very important genre of Sexy Ghost Books."

Yes, Isabela was capable of reading a room, often she just chose not to.

throughaphase posting in

Sure, it'd been a tough weekend for some people and Kitty didn't know how many people in her class might be dealing with stuff today. But she also had an extremely chill class, so!

"We're making sand castles today," Kitty told them. "Though you don't really need to stick to castles. If you want to make like, a sand turtle or a sand restaurant or something, go for it. All you need to do is add water to shape the sand and you can go from there, but I do have things like buckets and shovels and things if you want some help."

Yes, they were meant for little kids. They were still useful.

throughaphase posting in

Morning, everyone, and hope you all made it through the weekend okay. I'm assuming so since I don't have a lot of notes so the squirrels must not have been cashing in on all of your traumas.

In the dorms, Ilya watching hockey in the second floor common room, but otherwise, trauma in town as people said goodbye to their visitors. There was Dante and Eva, Henry and Bianca, Stark and Zhaan, and Kathy found out Sarah had said some things to Dante. That had to be a fun conversation.

That's all I've got. It'd be a good day for the island to give people teddy bears or something.

liartoldyouthat posting in

It was Ilya's birthday, not that anyone else on this island knew that. It was fine. Ilya was used to his birthday not being a big deal, and while if he'd been back in Moscow he might have gone out clubbing with Sveta, he was more than capable of making his own fun.

Which in this case meant 'buying a cupcake,' since the nightlife on this island was essentially nonexistent. The only question was which flavor to buy. They all looked so good, he might have to get two.

(Open bakery is open!)

sith_happened posting in

"We didn't have many continents yet to visit," Anakin began.

"And this on apparently requires arcane rituals before they'll let students through the portal," Ahsoka said, gesturing to a pile of shirts, hats, and bottles of sunscreen.

"Welcome to," Anakin consulted his sheet of paper, "Straya."

Close enough?

Ahsoka consulted her own notes. "Watch out for the sheep."

stykera posting in

fandom_clinic

These weekends were difficult for Stark. There was the unreserved joy to start it off and then the devastating goodbye at the end of the weekend. It didn't get easier. He just had practice at it now.

He'd brought coffee as usual but he was very quiet at the clinic. He'd arrived and immediately set himself to tasks that kept him busy. If he was moving enough it helped.

The clinic was open. The crab was still decked out in rainbows. The alien was quiet and trying to stay busy.

sharp_man posting in

Was Hannibal just a little disappointed he hadn't had any guests this weekend? Perhaps. But all the more reason to go out to a good meal today!

"Good afternoon," he greeted his class. (Well, "class".) "We're off to London today, to Ikoyi. It's a restaurant that is West African-inspired, excels at fresh local food, and enjoys a bit of experimentation. And we won't know today's menu until we get there."

Again, he loved a good culinary surprise. "Come along!"

sith_happened posting in

fandomhigh_ooc

For Wednesday and for everyone!

liartoldyouthat posting in

fandomhighdorms

Game six of the Stanley Cup finals was about to start, and so of course Ilya was parked in the common room with pizza and absolute control of the remote. (No, he hadn't noticed anything weird going on this weekend. This was perhaps for the best, dead mom trauma considered.)

He had some questions about these twits they had doing commentary these days, though. Predicting Vegas would win 3-2 when their goalie had let in at least four goals five games in a row was...bold. "//Really?//" he asked the TV after a second guy echoed this prediction. "//When do you think their goalie became good at hockey?//"

Blah blah blah, enough talking. Bring on the sexy hurricane witch.

Oh, no, was he developing a soft spot for Carolina? Unacceptable. He would have to make a point of scoring on them extra when he made it to the MLH, even if they weren't the Hurricanes there.

(Open common room is open!))

imafuturist posting in

Oh yeah, I'm almost glad to have a quiet weekend this time around. Let's just get these notes done and we can all have a nice evening. Hopefully.

Over at the dorms, it seems Henry wasn't prepared for this weekend as he was surprised by his guest, a Bianca. Hopefully he's got a handle on it now.

Okay, in town, we had Raiden and Gray with a guest at Over Easy. Arden arrived with strong opinions on what would be the best thing to introduce to them in the modern world. Apparently she thought there was something better than coffee and I need her to know that she's wrong. Dante stopped in and they learned about differences in angel... stuff between their worlds. Stark and Zhaan also stopped in for breakfast and to meet Raiden with some talk of a living ship. Which seems messy, but interesting. Jon and his friend Tim also stopped in for breakfast and ice cream. Ice cream breakfast. And speaking of ice cream! Dante was also at Chilly Boulder for some ice cream as he was joined by another guest named Sarah who asked questions about his ex. That had to be awkward.

Kathy had dinner with guest Eva at Il Pollo, mentioning what she's been up to lately and introducing her dog, Ronan. Very important, the dog. At the only slightly creepy mansion, Ignis made breakfast for any potential guests. Which was smart since he had Arine arrive for Liliana, but made time to cook with him as they talked about her. Noctis also turned up for breakfast, but also spent time with Liliana discussing some gardening. Liliana and Ignis also got a little time for just them that have little hearts written all over the notes. So, we can assume it was loving. Oh, at the boarding house, we had Cal continuing the breakfast trend with his Jedi master, Jaro before they got into... oh, this seems awkward. Arden got to meet him before the conversation turned to her relationship with Cal. This feels like a shovel talk. Is it a shovel talk?

*confused chittering*

Well, maybe next time don't get distracted so easily. But that's all I have here. Everyone, take some time to recover, won't you?

weirderthanthou posting in

Time was precious - and limited.

As the sun slid back down to the horizon, the arch began to thrum once more. The space within it turned a bright white, and its voice called out again. Singing to the dead, beckoning them home.

It was time.

[[ come say goodbye to your visitors. ]]

mustbeawitch posting in

Are you quite certain? Do you--ah, good, it's broadcasting. I hope. Good morning, everyone, and hello to our special visitors! It is I, Miss Lydia Bennet, and the squirrels assure me that the technical difficulties have been resolved and this week's broadcast should go out without issue. They are squirrels, so I do rather take that with a grain of salt, but I shall continue on regardless, even if I speak merely to the void.

We shall begin, of course, with the school, where Let's Play Tourists class visited Iceland and Paintball watched a film, rather than ruining any more of their clothing. A wise choice, if I do say so.

I'm not seeing any notes from the dormitory, but the town seems to have been rather active. At Miss Skywalker's warehouse, she was visited by Dean Skywalker, Mr. Blackwood, and Princess Leia. Welcome, Your Highness! A Mr. Dante--a newcomer?

*chittering*

Not a newcomer--was at Galactica Point with his mother, a Mrs. Eva, whilst at their home Miss Vi and Miss Gingrich were visited by the former's mother, and apparently Miss Vi is actually Miss Violet. My apologies for being so unearnedly familiar before; I shall do better in the future. At Miss Vess and Mr. Scientia's home, Miss Vess reacted to the magical energies of our visitors arriving, which naturally concerned Mr. Scientia. Mr. Argentum, with guests King Noctis and his wife, Lady Lunafreya--hm, must be one of those morganatic marriages. How scandalous! And my goodness, we've a lot of royalty about this weekend, don't we? Miss Vess was also visited by the ladies Ana and Arine, and received some concerned text missives from Mr. Boone.

And that seems to be the end of my notes. Welcome to all our visitors, and I hope you have a lovely weekend this side of the veil. And don't traumatize anyone too much. Until next week, dear listeners, farewell!

thatsmysword posting in

fandomhighdorms

Henry didn't listen to the radio. Nor did he tend to leave the dorms on weekends for much more than to walk Mutt and to feed Pebbles and perhaps let her go for a stroll. Much more often, he'd find himself here, in the common room, tearing through several bowls of cereal (he liked the colorful ones) and having long one-sided conversations with Mutt.

So he hadn't the faintest about what all the dreams had been about. Or that odd rock he'd found in the woods.

None at all. Until--

"There you are," said Bianca's voice, and Henry just about hit the ceiling.

He whirled around and nearly fell off the couch in doing so. The last time he'd seen her, she'd been a corpse on the--

It would be a while before there'd be any hugging or conversation or anything everyone else on island seemed to be doing. Henry had gone blank, utterly. Couldn't find a thought in his head.

Just... Couldn't.

Bianca frowned. She sank down next to him on the oddly soft bench. "Hal?" she tried, softer. "Hal? Are you hearing me?"

"I," Henry said. He came back into motion jerkily, and when he did, it was to strike the sign of the cross.

"That's got nothin' to do with this, I don't think," Bianca said, gently. "I'm not a demon, Henry, it's just me, all right?"

Henry wished he could do more than gawp, but his body wasn't letting him.

[[ open, in case anyone wants to come rescue him, or it's a free common room! ]]

spin_kick_snap

When it came to picking out a restaurant, Kathy'd had three restrictions: it couldn't be pizza or ice cream, it had to be fancy enough that Dan--that most people wouldn't bother with, especially on a casual Saturday afternoon, and it couldn't be so fancy that it would feel out of place and weird to be at. And so, she'd ended up eyeing the collections of restaurants on Jones and Serendipity...and if they just happened to be completely across the island from any pizza joints, ice cream shops, or liquor stores, so much the better. In the end, she'd settled on Il Pollo, figuring that that little extra flare of having the name be in Italian would be the most potent deterrent of anything on the street.

How dare you accuse Kathy Li of overthinking things? This was a perfectly normal level of preparation--at least, it was if you were meeting up with your ex-boyfriend (always ex-boyfriend, never just ex, never ever)'s dead mother for lunch.

And now she just had to finish giving herself a silent little peptalk to remind herself of the restrictions she'd placed on herself for lunch: no asking. No angling. No casually leading comments. If Eva decided to bring up certain topics of conversation, that was one thing, but Kathy certainly wouldn't be.

No reason to pull Eva into the middle of this. Not that there was a 'this' to be in the middle of.

...And also, she could admit to herself, it was pride. She knew better to think that Dante would be asking his mother anything about her this afternoon, and wouldn't even need a series of ridiculous rules about it.

[For the lady mentioned, if she'd be so kind!]

rebelseekspizza posting in

Seeing mom was nice.

Complicated, but nice.

And then she'd fucked off for the afternoon for reasons Dante was pretty sure were related to somebody else running around the island. That was fine too.

Though after about five minutes, Dante'd gotten restless, and now he was here, slumped in a booth at Chilly Boulder's with two sundaes in front of him. He was picking at one of them slowly. Yeah, they were probably going to melt on him if he didn't pick it up.

But hey, that just meant rushing it at the end for a shot of adrenaline. Or something. Fuck if he had a plan.

[[ open ]]

carbsliftthespirit posting in

It looked like it was one of those weekends again, and Raiden didn't know what other people wanted to do with their temporarily-not-dead loved ones, but maybe it involved taking them out to brunch! Kallias definitely needed to be fed. Raiden was making all of his favorites. No one could stop him.

Specials
Chimney Cake
Hortopita
Strapatsada

"Here you go," Raiden said as he set a fresh chimney cake down in front of Kallias. "You know, they put ice cream in them now."

"I want that," Gray said, lifting his head from where it had been cradled in his arms, since he'd been sound asleep thirty seconds ago.

Raiden ruffled his hair. "Of course you do."

Over Easy is open!

((Chimney cake is, canonically, Kallias's favorite food. Kallias died at least 1500 years before chimney cake was invented, but the author of this series was not overly concerned with details. *sobs in nitpicky*))

intheeyeofthebeholding posting in

"I hope you all brought swimsuits today," Jon said, since he had ~~handwavily~~ told them to. "Although we're not going swimming, precisely." Their portal showed up and he led them through to blessed coolness.

"This is the Blue Lagoon, in Iceland. We've got the 'Comfort' tickets, so you can use the steam bath and sauna, or you can swim in the actual lagoon if you want to get even colder. You can also get a mud mask. You can keep your things in a locker, and they've got towels and hair things and...and moisturizer." If that was your thing. "Oh, and you get a drink. The water is supposed to be wonderful for your skin, but mostly I just wanted to go someplace that wasn't so hot. Feel free to just lounge if you prefer."

heroic_jawline posting in

Class this week wasn't in the field, sadly. It appeared that both teachers were in a bit of a rush for something or other. But there was a TV set up in the classroom at least. Friday movie day and all that.

"Hi, sorry about the last minute of this," Tony said once people arrived. "Next week we'll be back to normal."

"If you need to be somewhere else today, we completely understand," Steve added.

"But, for the people here, let's sit down and watch the movie."

heroic_jawline posting in

I'm not saying that Leroy had made a nest in the radio wiring and that's why half the broadcasts have disappeared but some squirrel has been doing that and Leroy's here the most, so conclusions can be drawn.

*sulky chittering*

This is Steve Rogers with the news of yesterday. In classes, Constantine took his class through the bargaining stage of grief, which he points out never works out the way you think it will. Liliana did a deep dive into the destruction of Tolaria, and Movies and Snacks had caffeine to deal with the wave of sleep deprivation coming across the island.

In dorms, Ilya was watching the Stanley Cup finals and both he and Riri were confused about the appearance of a sexy hurricane witch. And now I'm confused about a sexy hurricane witch.

In town, Steph opened up the Magpie Emporium and she and Vi talked about how badly they'd both been sleeping this week and how much Steph appreciated Vi bringing coffee, and then about other things Steph appreciated about Vi and we're not going to mention those things in public.

And that's everything! Try to catch on sleep this weekend, maybe?

thatwaslucky posting in

It had been… wow, four years since Leia died. At that time, Rey was still very much learning, doubting herself, mostly untested. She'd grown a bit since then.

Naturally, Leia wanted to see how she'd progressed, so Rey set up the remotes and the drones so she could run the course. Which now had lava. And floor projectiles that if she wasn't careful, could shoot her right into it. There wasn't really a chance of that now, unless she was having a very off day. She knew to bat the remotes away while she was making her slow way through the net. The things that were randomized, she knew how to handle. It wasn't easy for her, but it wasn't that hard.

And when she finished, she jumped down off the top of the climbing wall, looking like she was expecting a grade.

[Open, with SP!]

rebelseekspizza posting in

Eva was not surprised that it took some time to find her son. Nor was she surprised to find him like this: stretched out on an ancient, dirt-covered wall, his red coat draped over the edges, his eyes pointed firmly at the sky. He looked casual, insouciant even, but something was tight in the muscles by his eyes.

A faint tell, but well.

He was her son.

"I hope this isn't where you've been sleeping," she said, her fingers tugging on the hem of that long coat.

"I have a hotel room," Dante told the sky.

"But what's up there is more interesting?" she asked.

"There's this one star where if you look real close, it's actually two," he offered. "I think it's a double sun system. But you know the real trick?"

She looked up. "What's the trick?"

"The second sun isn't actually the twin," he said. "That one's too close for anybody to see. Even with Nephilim eyes. They just make each other look brighter. Feels fucking rude."

Eva nodded, feeling an impatience in herself, and a worry. "Dante," she said. "Look at me."

[[ they're both still here after their talk, so open ]]

weirderthanthou posting in

The singing faded on Friday morning. Not abruptly, just slowly, as if the notes died out one by one. The brightness that had poured out of the stone went with it, slipping into the undergrowth.

This was old magic. It took time. This power reached into worlds unknown and worlds beyond touching, hells and heavens and every other realm that persisted after life had been snuffed out.

By evening, something had settled. A thin mist that spread across the clearing, weaving power into the very air, a different kind of hum that shifted in color as the sun sank beneath the horizon.

The rock crumbled. Twisted. It built an arch out of the little pieces, filling it with power and earnest desires. Shadows appeared within, the shapes of people approaching.

You had dreamed them. They would come.

[[ thus begins Field of Dreams! you can sneak in late to touch the stone in the morning, or meet your formerly dead guests later in this post, or anywhere else you'd like. nfb. ]]

liartoldyouthat posting in

fandomhighdorms

Okay, weird future with your weird different hockey league, you got Ilya. Your hockey was entertaining. It could stay.

High scoring games in the finals? Carolina coming back from four (four!) down to force overtime, going to double overtime, and then losing? Their captain scoring a game-winning goal while dramatically falling on his face? Las Vegas apparently having a hockey team now, albeit one with a dumb name and uniforms in the ugliest shade of yellow Ilya had ever seen in his life? Las Vegas thinking it was a good idea to represent their enemy as a sexy hurricane witch? This series had it all, and Ilya had pizza and full control of the remote for Game 5. If he couldn't play in the finals yet, he could at least be entertained by them.

(Open common room is open!)

stykera posting in

“I've been dreaming this week,” Stark said. “About people I miss. One in particular. So this week’s movie is about dreams. It's called Sleeping Existence.”

“Today's snacks…have caffeine. There's chocolate covered espresso beans and coffee ice cream and there's coffee to drink if you like. Or sodas. And popcorn, as always.”

“I hope you enjoy it.”

deathsmajesty posting in

Liliana was in a mood when she arrived to class in a swirl of purple skirts. Her dreams had been haunted by memories of the past, there was a constant singing in her brain that was trying to get her to do...something...and wouldn't shut up the way the Onakke did, no matter how hard she willed it, and Constantine's class today had been a walk down memory lane that she enjoyed even less than her dreams of her girlhood with Arine, under Lady Ana's watchful eye.

( Sleep deprived lecture )

She...hadn't meant to go this deep into recounting the destruction of Tolaria, as most of her students had already known about it. She was just not going to think too deeply about why she had, either. That was a level of self-reflection that she was not interested in at this time. Blame it on lack of sleep, perhaps.

talentforlying posting in

"There is no negotiating with loss," John said bluntly once people had arrived. "But everyone always tries."

"Welcome to the Bargaining Stage! During this part, people often make deals or promises to try to reverse or alleviate their loss. They may ruminate over ‘what if’ situations and wish to go back and change the past in the hopes of preventing the loss, or in the present, people may try to make a deal with themselves, or with a higher power for those who are spiritual or religious, under the condition that if they act in a particular way, they might feel better or the situation may improve."

"With your standard civilians, this often manifests as offering to be a better person, to help others, or to make donations to charities, feeling as if they are negotiating with fate, a higher power, God, or the universe. Wishing for miracles to negate the loss, or mentally bargaining about the past and wondering if the loss wouldn’t have happened if you did certain things differently. For instance, you may think: 'If I stopped by his house that night, he would still be here,' or 'I gave up on the relationship too quickly; if only I had tried harder, we would still be married.'"

"Sometimes, those deals can be a little more...concrete. When you live on Fandom Island, well, we're the type of people to try and actually make bargains with very very real higher powers -- like me."

"I had cancer. I had cancer that was killing me rapidly, and in my grief over it, I made a devil's bargain... with three of them no less."

"I sold my soul to all three Lords of Hell, and now I cannot die, because the moment I do, they must go to war over my soul. Something that the heavens of my world will not allow. None of them want to lose power. None of them can afford to lose face. And so, I have three of the world's worst fucking guardian 'angels' waiting for me to slip up in a way that guarantees they get to collect and the others have no claim."

"I bargained with the universe, and got a new, cancer-free body out of it." Constantine shrugged. "Can't say I regret it, but I can say I don't recommend it as a course of action. Most of you have powers that will tempt you to bargain with death, rewrite time, deny the cosmos. I can't tell you not to do it, because I sure fucking did."

"But if you do... know that the deal always comes due, sooner or later. You cannot outrun it forever, yeah? The universe will have balance, one way or another."

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