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You know, as far as these weekends went, Prompto was feeling glad that he didn't wake up in absolute and utter pain from his legs wanting to fall off or his back aching from biking or rolling around the island all weekend. But there was still a negative side-effect of having been the personification of a shower over the last few days: it made him feel really awkward when actually faced with the prospect of a shower that morning.

And so as he was sitting there at the computer, working on touching base with his back-up photographer and figuring out how best to explain why he couldn't follow through on his gig that weekend (he had a contingency partner on the mainland for exactly these reasons!), he would occasionally stop and wrinkle his nose and lift up his arm for a deep breath to make sure he wasn't smelling to...uhh...ripe due to not having showered that morning. Which was going to be an issue if he was already feeling pretty gross having just skipped today's. But he couldn't even think of a shower without then hearing Johnny Splash's drawling honky-tonk voice in his head, commenting on it.

Maybe he could just splash around and clean up in the ocean? He'd dealt with worse in the past! Surely, he'd figure something out!

The Photo Hut is open!

deathsmajesty posting in

So the weekend had been very weird, ~~even if all of Sunday's planned posts had been devoured by mandatory social~~ but it was hardly the first time the island had been swept up by that kind of nonsense. At least she hadn't been a squirrel again.

But Monday had rolled around and she was thankfully herself again (less sweet innocence and more tit, thank Gaea), and Liliana was quite pleased to focus on the other sweeping changes that had occurred the week prior. Her new ring sat comfortably on her left hand, every So often catching the light and shimmering like a thousand golden suns.

Ugh, she was being sappy and sentimental. She might have to commit a few war crimes to set herself back on an even keel.

... But it really was a pretty ring, wasn't it?

imafuturist

Harry had not found anything out about how or why he ended up here. And doors just randomly locked on him, proving that someone (JARVIS) was pulling the strings like some kind of insidious puppet master.

Which meant he ended up on the roof through a series of doors that weren't locked.

Upside? There was a whole fridge full of cheese and wine and also a hot tub. So guess who was getting white girl wasted in the hot tub. This guy.

[for those tower mates!]

napking posting in

fandomhighdorms

Flash had finally made it to the lobby of this building he'd woken up in! At this rate he'd be at his desk at the Department of Mammal Vehicles right on time when it opened on Monday Morning. He loved it when he was on schedule.

Look at him go! Such blazing speed! You know, for a sloth.

(Open post is open!)

sith_happened posting in

fandomhigh_ooc

For Wednesday, for everyone! Sign on up!

thatwaslucky posting in

Did Rey actually know she was supposed to be at work right now? Probably not! But she was here, even if she couldn't really do anything because she couldn't hold any tools with her hand shape.

You know what she could hold in her hand, though? Iced coffee.

[Open but very slow!]

heroic_jawline posting in

Was Jake Jensen shamelessly using the dog he'd found in his giant ass tower to go to a coffee shop and pick up women?

Yes. Yes, he was. And he wasn't even sorry about it.

Just don't ask him what the dog's name was because he had no idea.

[OOC: Open!]

suitably_heroic

Yes, Jack believed all the Force users in the multiverse could use a few lessons in doing normal people things more often. He had frequently coerced, wheedled, and poked several of them into it over the years. But this? Making Lana Beniko, ex-Sith spymaster, man the merch booth?

Had to be his greatest achievement.

It maybe gave a little extra oomph to his performance that evening.

It was also when, after they were done, one of the first things he did was haul his sweaty ass back to the merch stand. "Sooo," he said, grinning. "How are we doing?"

[[ for a lana ]]

imafuturist posting in

*chittering*

What in the actual *BEEP* is happening here? I've been kidnapped again. By rodents.

*angry chittering*

I don't care! I'm not your prisoner!

*door slamming and locking*

This place is so messed up. You all know that, right?

*chittering*

So, if I just read these, I'm free to go. Right? Fine. Bring them on. Let's do these weird notes. In the dorms--you know spying on kids is just messed up--there was a piece of cheese in a common room. What the *BEEP* does that even mean? There was also a sloth trying to make it's way downstairs. Doesn't look like it was getting there anytime soon.

In town, some lady named Padme woke up with Dean and was confused by it. Yeah, welcome to the club. I woke up with Jensen and was viciously assaulted by a dog. Some guys named Steve and Danny talked about punching Nazis and safehouses. Right. Totally normal. Posiedon--now I know these notes are all messing with me--well, Poseidon was on the beach. He got to meet Johnny Splash who is, get this, a shower. Right. So we're all being drugged. That makes more sense, yeah. Stark tried to say hi to the shower guy. Donald Duck and the shower guy got into a fight. Posiedon liked the hat. The little sailor hat deal. This Stark guy also met Donald Duck before not really explaining anything to Posiedon.

In the... mansion in the woods. Seriously, what is wrong with this place? Princess Lili woke up with a game show host named.... Sassy Chap. That just sounds like a messed up code name or something. She eventually ran off to the very specific Arden Woods to try and find some guy named Jack. Jaina found out that her husband was a Jaguar. The car. I'm... sorry? Or congratulations? I really don't know which. Watts and a Steven had strawberry shortcake in some boarding house and somehow that's so normal it seems ominous. There was some masked guy running around town to... fight crime? I really can't tell from this note.

That Padme lady from before ended up at the bar and the bartender there dressed up like her? Okay, I'm glad I didn't find that place now. Anakin apparently knew her and said it wasn't a kidnapping. Which I really don't think is true. Since I'm freaking STUCK IN HERE.

*chittering*

Well, I am. Jaina ended up telling Anakin and Padme about the car thing and how they knew each other. Kind of. Rey who was a Lego... okay, you can't just put that on a note and not explain what the hell it means. But a Lego ordered a drink from Padme and explained that she knew Anakin who looked different. Stark was rightfully confused by the Lego person, but for the wrong reasons. He found out that Anakin was a childhood friend of Padme and that Padme had a lot of experience with being kidnapped. Ahsoka--sure, why not another weird name--had a drink offered by Anakin and a shocked look from Padme. And Jonny ordered a very manly drink.

There. That's all you shoved at me. Can I leave?

*sullen chittering*

Okay. Good. Bye. Try not to get kidnapped by freaking squirrels.

witchoftheflesh posting in

The streets of Mont St. Michel were just as in danger from Hawkmoth and his akuma as the streets of Paris. Cat Noir snuck, dashed, and backflipped his way across the rooftops, keeping a close eye on the streets. He didn't know where Ladybug was, but that was fine. It just meant that he'd have some stories to impress her with when he and Plagg returned to Paris.

While he was definitely keeping an eye out for akuma, he was also looking for a fromagerie. The house they were staying in didn't have an ounce of camembert in it, and Plagg was going to need some after Cat Noir detransformed.

needsacatchphrase posting in

Did Padme know that she needed to go to work at a bar? No. No, she did not. But she did need a drink as she figured out how best to address her current situation and that somehow ended up being said bar.

And then the bartender there had taken one look at her and her over the top outfit and disappeared for five minutes before returning in a matching outfit.

How long had Tino had that just waiting? Why had Tino had that waiting? These were questions to ponder and never learn the true answers to because, well, Tino.

Specials
Sarlacc Pit
Yub Nub
Coruscant Cooler

[ocd? I don't know her]

solo_sword

It was a concern when Jaina didn't find Jag in the house when she got up. If not for the circumstances at home, she wouldn't have thought much of it, but the boys were fine and nothing felt wrong so she tamped down the paranoia and got ready for the day.

And on the way out with the kids, she spotted the car. It was impossible not to. The streets here were not built for cars, and it almost blocked the door. Which was a concern until she came around to the side of the car and saw that it was a Jaguar.

She sighed so, so hard. "This is the saddest way to get me to handle all your calls."

[Yep. Open if you're in the area!]

napking posting in

fandomhighdorms

Flash didn't realize it was Saturday, so he was on his way to work at the DMV (Department of Mammal Vehicles) at his usual lightning-fast speed.

Okay, it had taken him a few hours to get to this point, but for a sloth? Incredibly fast! Wow, look at him...inch along.

He'd get there eventually. Maybe.

((Open post is open!))

mustbeawitch posting in

Ow! OOOOOWWW! Help! Help! Somebody help me! I'm being attacked by--by filthy squirrels!

*chittering*

What do you mean, 'We do this every Satur--' The squirrels can talk. I can understand the squirrels. Why, I always knew that I was special! And you want me to 'Just read the notes'? I can do that! I'm not much for reading, you know, but some little piffling notes will be no trouble! La, what a lark.

*silence*

*chittering*

I'm reading the notes! Just like you--oh, you want me to read them aloud, into this black thing...squirrels are so very odd. And you want me to say that these are from the school? All right, then. Here we go. Relax and Chill--that's a class? That's a class--watched a film, whatever that is, and Galactic Tourism went to Coruscant. I don't know what a galactic is or a Coruscant, but I hope a grand time was had on tour. Miss Smith and Mr. Rand discussed their familiarity with the place, and Mr. Rand asked Miss Beniko to accompany him to New York for the week end. That's far too far to go for such a short amount of time. I suspect these squirrels of writing nonsense! But I am bound to obey them lest they snatch out all my hair. Lord, I do suffer so. In First Aid Mr. Thor told the students what to do if someone suffers a broken bone, or a shock. I shall simply call for help very loudly.

Those are all the notes from the school, so I shall move along to the--

*chittering*

'Tell them--' Who's 'them?'

*chittering*

People are listening to this?! I--hello, mysterious audience. The squirrels oblige me to tell you that there are no notes from the dormitory, and I believe that very odd-looking bird is sad about it for some reason. There are, however, notes from the town, and I shall read them now in the hopes that my captors will release me. I don't know where George is and why he has not rescued me yet. It seems that a Miss Skywalker was at a warehouse where woodchucks were trying to get into the food. What is it with rodents in this place? Dean Skywalker and Miss Skywalker discussed his daughter before Miss Skywalker went home for an evening with her friend Miss Smith discussing Miss Smith's recent romantic complications. Oh, I do so love a romantic complication! Tell me more!

*annoyed chittering*

These talking squirrels are no fun. Miss Zarrin was hard at work at Plant Parenthood, it seems, whilst Mr. Argentum attempted 'yo yo tricks' at Turtle & Canary. Dr. Quinn found a statue at Needful Things highly suspicious, and at the Trooper Station Detective Watts received a floral arrangement courtesy of Mr. Grant. How odd. Did someone die? No matter, because we've the last note,which says that Captain Flint opened The Ink Spot, and now I'm finished, can I be free?

*chittering*

Thank heavens. I probably have some dreadful rodent disease now.

*sounds of complaining getting fainter and fainter in the distance until a squirrel shuts off the mic*

afraid_of_marshmallows posting in

Normally, there were two forested areas on Fandom: the Preserve, and the wooded area, wherein a certain creepy mansion and a magical Grove were located. Saturday morning, however, the island sported a third: a beautiful bit of forest that could have been transplanted from the English Midlands and right next to Selkie Cove. Magical, idyllic, and somehow just big enough for people to get lost within while undergoing shenanigans to in the name of freedom and self-discovery. Full of exotic fauna and pastoral fantasy, it seemed to whisper to promises of refuge and safety (if, for example, you were fleeing from the harsh realities of Courtly life), of adventure and excitement, and, oddly enough, of cross-dressing, if you're of a mind to do so.

It's said that All the world's a stage, / And all the men and women merely players; / They have their exits and their entrances; / And one man in his time plays many parts. This weekend, all the world's a forest, at least for Arden Finch.

fears_no_one posting in

If you'd been on the beach this morning, you might've thought that the man dressed in linen and wearing a Tahitian black pearl on a cord around his neck sitting quietly in the sand as he dried off had arrived right from the ocean.

But that would be extremely extra, wouldn't it? And Poseidon, god of the sea, was never anything but low key. Ignore hurricanes. And floods. And tsunamis.

He sat there, letting the wind blow his hair around, and stared out at the water. If the waves were bigger than they should be for a beach in Maryland, well, sometimes that happened.

[OOC: So open.]

noonedecidesmyfate posting in

fandomhighdorms

Belle had been feeling a bit out of sorts Friday night and had ended up in the common room with a pot of tea, a cozy mystery novel, and the television playing something silly. She'd fallen asleep there eventually.

This morning Belle was nowhere to be found. Her mug was still sat on a table, the novel lay open on the chair. On the floor, next to the chair where Belle had fallen asleep, was a small red object. A small, round, red-wrapped cheese was on end, just standing there.

Yes, the cheese stands alone.

[Been joking about this for years. Open common room is open please do not eat Belle.]

heroic_jawline

Jake Jensen was not, let's say, naturally a morning person. Yes, when he was being all he could be he was up with the rest of the Army, jogging and sweating like an idiot, but that wasn't his first inclination. Or second. His inclination was to be up until all hours absolutely destroying some kids in a first-person shooter game and then really rubbing it in that he was old enough to both buy beer and grow a sweet goatee. Sometimes he would take both of those abilities to a bar in search of companionship, which, though he didn't remember doing so last night, appeared to be the case this morning.

This bed was sweet. And enormous. He stretched out his arms and legs, reveling in the feel of sheets that had definitely been washed more recently than his had, and rubbed up against a hairy leg that definitely wasn't his.

Okay. Okay. This was fine. He was an open-minded guy! He--very smoothly, okay--slid his foot up that leg again trying to decide if the leg hair was free-spirited-lady-with-no-time-for-societal-expectations hair or, you know, dude hair.

Both of which would be fine! A-Okay! Nothing to freak out about! He was definitely not freaking out and he'd shoot anyone who said he was.

[OOC: Steve is Jake Jensen from The Losers for the weekend! Open for that dude he's definitely not married to.]

joan_of_bark posting in

fandomhigh_ooc

You are all good to go, folks!

fears_no_one posting in

After being blocked into his apartment last Thursday with enormous trunks labeled "THOMAS" and "MIRANDA" and "THE GODDAMN BRITISH NAVY", Flint had not been fit for company for a week.

(Leaving the building only to get coated in goo on Wednesday had reinforced that hermit-y impulse.)

But alas, the wheels of capitalism ground on, and so he might even attempt to sell a book today. He'd unlocked the shop's door, after all, and he still had a small-ish bookcase of books he'd read and didn't care for.

Every other book he was keeping, though. Small steps.

The Ink Spot was open. Sort of.

pocketpretzels posting in

The Troopers today were clustered around Ralph, who had his mobile phone out. There was currently a heated argument happening regarding what, from Watts could gather, was some sort of game played on the device? Apparently there was a riddle that needed to be solved in order to progress, and the Troopers couldn't agree on a possible answer.

heroic_jawline posting in

Good morning, everyone! It's Captain Steve Rogers with the news of a much less...well, I'd say 'emotionally heavy' Thursday, but the squirrels are holding acorns like they aren't afraid to throw them, so I'll keep that to myself. Even though it was funny.

*sounds of acorns being thrown*

Quite a start to the day. Let's get to classes. Ethical Dilemmas was given the day off--thank you, Liliana--Philosophy of Food took a quick trip to a museum exhibit in London, and Breakfast Foods worked on mastering pancakes, waffles, and French toast.

In town, Liz was bravely facing down month-end spreadsheets, Luma was expanding her knowledge of the dresses and makeup for sale at Pixie Dust, and Steven stopped work at the museum for lunch and selfies with Watts.

Finally, it was open mic night at Groovy Tunes, with Stewart performing lightning-themed music, Charlie playing Viking songs--like cheers for the football team?--and Jack,after some prodding, playing piano.

And that's everything! Have a good weekend!

totalwildcard posting in

There was a weird, very shiny wooden statue in the store. Harley honestly didn't pay it much mind, until she happened to trip over something on the floor right by it.

And it felt perfectly reasonable to her to right herself and then immediately whip around to point a highly accusatory finger at the statue.

"I'm watchin' ya, pal!" she told it. "I'm serious!"

The statue said nothing.

For now.

(open!)

unusual_sith posting in

Today when they met at Portalocity, Lana was dressed in her Earth clothes, though for previous classes it had been her own galaxy's. She was also wearing a very bright blue scarf. And if you looked close enough to notice, blue contact lenses.

"Today we're headed to the capitol world of the Galactic Republic," she announced. "It's known as Coruscant. The entire planet is one city thousands of levels deep. We'll be heading to a marketplace, since shopping seems to be popular. You can find goods from hundreds of worlds here. A few words of caution: before buying anything, make sure it's safe for humans and for your own species if you're not human." She felt she'd better cover all bases. "Do not go anywhere that isn't public. Do not wander far from the market. Do not, under any circumstances, go down more than two levels."

She gestured at her scarf. "I should be easy to spot. If you need anything or anybody gives you trouble, find me."

With that, she led them into a bustling city square where stalls and shops filled a wide plasteel and synthcrete walkway. If you looked over the side, you would see very far down. Craft large and small zoomed in sketchily-defined lanes above, around, and below. People of all species bartered and bickered for goods.

Don't worry, there probably wouldn't be any blasters or lightsabers pulled.

Probably.

ifwebeworthy posting in

The students would find their teacher absent again today, although never fear! He had a worthy replacement.

"Good afternoon," Thor told them. "Blake is unable to join you today," because his leg was giving him absolute hell so he'd opted against continued corporeal existence.

"I thought we would discuss today the importance of balancing one's humors." He paused, and when Don just sighed, abandoned that avenue as less fun than hoped.

( Medical talk under the cut. )

wrongkindofsith posting in

The projector was set up in the classroom, as were all the comfy cushions and rugs.

"Some days you don't want to leave your home, and just have a 'self-care day' instead," Cara said. "They mostly involve lying on the couch and watching movies. Which is what we'll be doing today."

Needless to say, she'd been outvoted on the movie.

"With popcorn," Jane added. Because that made it even better, right?

Popcorn always made it better.

hashtag_chocobro posting in

"Oh! National Yo-Yo Day? Sweet!"

Prompto was stoked to come into the store for his shift that day and see what Apu had set up. Bright and colorful yo-yos on display and on sale, with a small table of a few of them so that people could just sort of play around with them and give them a try. He went straight for a yellow one, of course, grinning broadly as he tossed it in his hands a little before starting to pull off a few little tricks here and there.

He was a gunslinger! He was good with his hands! Also there were a lot of idle hours during the Long Night, and he had trouble staying still a lot of the times so it gave him something to do with his hands while also maybe trying to impress peop--

"Hey," the trick he was currently trying to do fell short as, all of a sudden, Apu bustled over, shoulder-checked him, and started taking down the display. "Wait, what's going..."

He watched as Apu replaced all the yo-yo stuff with gardening stuff, and he pouted.

"That's just cold, dude," he said, sighing, and feeling a little hurt, too, even though he felt like he shouldn't. But he felt like he and Apu had made progress, and now he was changing up the whole holiday just because Prompto was enthusiastic about the first one.

Whatever. It was fine. He was here to work, anyway, not just play with yo-yos, and so now he was going to go slink over to the register and definitely not pout while still playing with his yo-yo.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Churro
Applesauce Cake
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

what_big_teeth posting in

Eleanor had some work to do today, but not necessarily Plant Parenthood-specific work. Well, sure, of course, obviously there was some of that, too, but she and Luma had received a nice little care package from their mother, which included letters, and Eleanor's letter in particular included a small list of things that the villagers had come to the house, interested to see if Eleanor could help with. Thankfully, it was all pretty simple stuff that she could put together pretty easily, but there were a few things on there that were going to require a little research and a little work and poking around the shop to see if they had them or if she'd need to put in an order for herself.

And honestly, being here already really did make it easier, so she at least felt pretty good about having known that her employment here would really put her in a good place for her work back home, and she could start putting together a package to send back.

She should really include a few things for her family, too, and so she was also thinking of nice things to add that they might like, too, which meant she should definitely swing by Pick Your Poison at some point for some bath bombs for her mother, and she was feeling mildly astonished that she hadn't thought of that before now. Maybe she could even figure out how to make her own? That was somethings he was pretty sure her grandmother never had to offer!

Plant Parenthood is open!

thatwaslucky

It had been a while since they'd had a sangria night, and they were pretty much due. This time it was at Rey's apartment, which had her trying to clean up some since she didn't have people over much, and she was doing that despite the fact that she didn't have much of anything. Several years in and the place was still pretty bare bones aside from the mermaid sofa and assorted mismatched furniture.

She'd ordered pizza, and it had occurred to her that she hadn't asked if Summer was bringing the sangria or not, so she'd gotten a couple bottles of something and hoped it was okay, just in case. And if not, someone was going to have to have a party she could donate it to.

[For girls night!]

thatwaslucky posting in

The woodchucks had been quiet and normal lately (as much as warehouse-dwelling rodents could be), but when Rey got to the warehouse today, she found a few stacked on top of each other, trying to get into the snack locker.

They looked at Rey.

She looked at them.

The top woodchuck quietly dropped down to the floor.

"You could just ask," Rey said, and it was a sign of how things were going here that she didn't wonder how they would do that.

okteiviakom posting in

fandomhigh_ooc

Here's your reminder that AU Weekend in this weekend, and that sign-ups close at 11:59 PM Pacific tonight!

So get those wacky alternate characters signed up here if you haven't already!

even_bigger_teeth posting in

Luma didn't have her class this week, so she used the extra time before work to experiment a little with a new hairstyle and some make-up, and, so, naturally, since she was already here, she might as well look around for a nice new dress to compliment it.

One could even argue that it was working, too! How could she be expected to help her customers if she wasn't well versed with some of the product they sold? And she could vouch for the fitting rooms being very spacious with flattering lighting, too!

Pixie Dust is open!

carbsliftthespirit posting in

Raiden was once again on the phone as his students arrived. "Pancake-themed art? It's upsetting...because I can't eat the pancakes. They're taunting me...glad we understand each other. Besides, if you're going to go that route you need to make it waffles or Gray will riot. Oh, I gotta go, my class is here. Just--pick something for the walls, okay? Something that's not pancakes."

Giving Castor a directive like that, he was going to end up with a Monet on the walls of his brunch spot, probably. At least it wasn't an Instagram wall?

"Sorry about that," Raiden told his students, "but speaking of pancakes, let's make some! And waffles," he added quickly, before a certain gremlin masquerading as his brother could open his mouth. "We are also going to make waffles. And French toast, the third member of this little trio of sweet breakfast options...although they can be made savory. These things are like a delicious canvas you can paint on. You can add fruit or nuts or chocolate chips to the pancakes or the waffles, or the sky's the limit when it comes to toppings.

"I've got a number of recipes--for pancakes, waffles, and French toast, plus a couple of fun variations, like the hash brown waffle or whole wheat waffles for when you want a little extra health and nutty flavor in your breakfast. We don't have time for it today but a French toast casserole is a great way to feed a crowd without having to stand over the stove all morning, so keep that in your back pocket for the future. So...yeah. Pick out your favorite form of breakfast--there are no wrong answers! Gray. There are no wrong answers." He was giving his brother a very stern look now, and possibly a telepathic directive to not evangelize waffles at people today. "And let's get to cooking! Remember, I'm here if you need any help."

wrongkindofsith posting in

That's everything?

*chittering*

Quiet day.

Up at the School, the only things that was happening was Shenanigans down in the park, where Anakin inflicted socks upon the voluntolds, which needless to say certain people used as an excuse for flirting, because they cannot get a room, Stewart was very attached to his 'adorable shark' socks, baffling Hannibal. Then everyone had to balance tanks of mysterious liquid on their feet, to varying levels of success.

Nothing for the Dorms, while in Town, Adrian dipped his wick making candles at Pick Your Poison, while at Caritas, Tino implied there were others like him by claiming it was his brother's birthday, though neither person taking the stage seemed inclined to celebrate. Stark was...awkward, Stewart brought along dubious brownies, and Atton was remarkably judgemental for someone who deals with his problems by faking his death.

*chittering*

Oh, I know I am, but I've never done that.

sharp_man posting in

Today class had been asked to meet at Portalocity. Hannibal smiled as he greeted them.

"When I initially taught this class, circumstances demanded we leave the island for this one. I see no reason not to continue it as a tradition this time. The Victoria and Albert museum had an exhibition that matches our class, so why not have a field trip? As we will already be including a time change in our portals, we can follow it with a late lunch or early dinner in the London of 2019."

x_wondrous_x posting in

After talking with Charlie on Tuesday about Thor and his lightning, Stewart had gotten...ideas, and so in preparation for this month's Open Mic Night, he was doing a lot of work around the stage that day. Anyone coming into the shop needing assistance or wanting to buy something might need to wait for him to come down from the ladder as he was putting up clouds and lights over the stage, and dripping down other lights. And even once the visuals were in place, there was hooking it up to his rig where he could get the lights to either flash based on what was playing from the speakers or sort of set it up on a different kind of control during his set.

It wasn't quite what he envisioned. In the broad light of day, it definitely looked a little DIY high school theater, but maybe once it was time for the show and the lights were down, it would look dope as hell.

Guess time would tell. He just hoped he had enough time after setting it up to actually work on his set. He'd been weirdly busy this week and hadn't dedicated as much time to it as he usually would have.

Groovy Tunes is open!

flamesburned posting in

After being distracted last week with everything that had been happening, Liz had not gotten as much work done as she would have liked, so she wanted to try and correct that today. So now that on this week was not a repeat of last week, she was focusing on finishing up the last of the end of month reports before she started work on setting up June’s spreadsheets and reports.

[the Photo Hut is open!]

deathsmajesty posting in

A notice had gone out Monday evening informing the class that this week's class would be cancelled.

Liliana had had an ethical dilemma over whether or not she should cancel class for her own entertainment but - and this should come as a shock to nobody - she wasn't great at ethics, okay?

Enjoy your free period, darlings. We continue with a new scenario next week.

hasaknightjob posting in

June was Pride month. Steven was once again putting up displays that reflected parts of Fandom's wildlife and history that talked about things related to that theme. He'd also put together a version of the Museum's logo with a rainbow on it, should anyone want souvenir mugs or magnets with that on it.

And of course there was Steven himself behind the Welcome Desk, happy to answer questions in relation to the month or any other work related topics.

Or not work related. He just liked talking to people, really. It was among the many reasons he enjoyed his job.

[open!]

witchoftheflesh posting in

They were two weeks out from the summer solstice, which meant that Adrian was busy, busy, busy! It wasn't as important a holiday as Beltane, of course, but it was still very important and powerful. To prepare, he was spending the day hand-dipping candles. It was a rather monotonous activity, but soothing in its own way; Adrian tended to fall into a kind of meditative zen when he was making candles.

Nearby were plenty of dried flowers, leaves, and herbs to decorate them with - Pam would be pleased to note that they were all local and non-endangered varieties. Because of course they were.

[Fun story! This was written before 9am. And then my fridge died and my brain with it!]

sith_happened posting in

Good morning, everyone! The sun was shining, the weather was getting pleasantly warm and Anakin had set himself up in the park with a bullhorn and a bunch of giant plastic storage containers full of liquids. Ice water, orange soda, chocolate pudding, the leftover slime...

Surely this will end well for everybody!

"Today you will participate in the ten toes challenge!" Anakin announced. "Working in teams, you will lay on your backs and balance these containers on your socked feet. Then, going in a circle, you must each take off one sock, then the other, without tipping the liquid onto yourselves. It's about teamwork!"

And gravity. And Anakin's personal amusement.

"Come down when I call your name and get your team socks!" He grinned. "Oh, and no powers, please. That takes away the fun."

The fun for the audience.

TEAM SMILEY TOE SOCKS
Sam
Steph
Henry
Luma
Gray

TEAM CAT FEET
Steve R
Jonathan
Jaina
Arden
Quinn

TEAM SHARKS
Stewart
Raiden
Hannibal
Eleanor
Rey

TEAM SANDALS
Lydia
Belle
Remy
Flint
Vi

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When Summer came in, there was a happy birthday banner hanging over the stage and Tino greeted her with a blast of a noisemaker and put a pink sparkly birthday hat on her head. She promptoly removed it and gave him a withering look.

"Please don't tell me that it's allegedly your birthday again," she said. "You have, like, five of those a year at this point."

Luckily for her, Tino didn't tell her it was his birthday. It was his brother's birthday. Tomorrow.

Honestly, Summer would have preferred he claimed it was his birthday again instead.

"I don't believe you even have a brother," Summer declared.

But apparently he did! He just worked at a different bar in Canada, so Summer clearly wouldn't know him.

Featured Cocktail
Smash of the Titans

Featured Jello
Kumquat 75
Orange Creamsicle
Orange Maple Pecan
Cheese Fries

Caritas is open!

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Good morning, it’s Wednesday, I hope you all know to avoid Anakin by now but having said that it’s time to talk about what the squirrels have written for me today starting with the school.

My class on Finding New Hobbies made brownies with whatever sorts of things people might want to add to them.
*chittering*
Well, I hope not during class! Norse Life practiced axe throwing and I hope no one had to visit the clinic after it was over. Or while it was happening. The Wonderful World of Art was going to draw people but the only person who was willing to model was Tino so thankfully they had to draw fruit instead. And then there was Paintball! where Anakin probably cheated while everyone else was trying to shoot each other or buckets or both.

Nothing from the dorms, sorry Porg, so we’ll move on to the town.

Nell was grumpy and tired at her shop. I hope she’s all right. Charlie was more cheerful and listening to viking rock, I don’t know what that means, and Stewart approved of her musical choices. I suppose that’s good? Bucky was at the movie theatre with a lot of M&Ms and Jesse came in to visit him at work.

Finally I have that Gladio was at Atlas Gym with a magic treadmill or haunted treadmill or some sort of treadmill that won’t stop. Summer was there to fl- … to work out. And Nell came in to see Gladio and seemed to be doing much better than she was while she was at her shop. Good.

That seems to be all. Be careful of the park and I’ll be back here again next week, I think.

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Hey there Fandom, it's me, ya girl, Arden Finch, welcoming you to June and the beginning of summer proper, even if we are already halfway through our first summer session.

Which makes for a good enough transition to talking about School, I suppose! Teamwork had us doing trust falls out on the lawn and there are way too many laughing squirrels around me right now. Creative Problem Solving where the Dean judged everybody's art and then they threw water balloons at people. Especially Cal. Sorry, babe. The Art of Conversation practiced insincere enthusiasm - wow - and National Park Adventure Team where folks got to look for snow leopards or go on a bird and wildflower tour.

No Dorms and very little from Town, it looks like. The Infinite Consortium had its usual lunchtime guest in the form of Professor Scientia, who convinced Professor Vess to leave for vacation after work...on a Monday. Okay then. Vi was working on her art project for class at the Magpie Emporium. And at the Clinic, they welcomed Pride Month with rainbow cookies and crab paintings.

And that's what I've got for notes, so it's ya girl, Arden Finch, signing off and leaving you with the first of our Pride Month songs, Red Wine Supernova by Chappell Roan. Bye!

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"Come try our endless treadmill?" asked Gladio, reading skeptically from thr banner that had been hung up in thr lobby before arching an eyebrow at Sonja.

She promptoly led him over to the treadmill in question, which was running at a slightly-faster-than-brisket pace, no matter what button she pushed or knob she turned.

"Hold on," said Gladio, feeling pretty smart for having a solution, "i got this."

But when he went to the wall to unplug it, he found it was already unplugged, and Sonja was looking smugly amused.

"Huh."

And so he was adding a new sign: "One Month Membership Free if You Can Stay On the Ednless Treadmill for 30 minutes or more."

Atlas is oppen!

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Does anyone else need an excuse to shoot at things this week?" Steve asked. "Because we did."

Thus the paintball sniper rifles!

"We've modified the paintball guns so they work as sniper rifles," Tony said. "And set up various little hidden spots to hole up in."

"There are also targets located over paint buckets, if you're looking to increase your shooting accuracy," Steve added helpfully, "you can hit the target and flip the buckets."

"Maybe don't stand under the buckets if you're hoping to win," Tony suggested. "Just a little advice.

"That's good strategy," Steve agreed. "Okay, everyone, suit up!"

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This week? This week the concessions stand was entirely filled with different varieties of M&M's.

"'Caramel Cold Brew'?" Bucky asked no one in particular, picking up a bag. "Didn't have that during the war."

Yes, and this neither:

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