Lukes, Monday

24 July 2017 14:21
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The staff, kitchen and wait-, were all clustered together by the lunch counter today, discussing something called "dadsonas". Eliot was pretty sure he didn't want to know.

"Hey boss!" the busboy called. "What would your dadsona be?"

"Firing you if you don't get back to work."

"Oooo, hardass dad." The busboy shook his head sadly. "Not great for the kid, but I bet you could win over some of the other dads, if they're into being dominated."

"He should be a cowboy dad," one of the servers suggested. "And date the goth dad."

"Nooo, history dad! Then he can turn the guy's teenage dirtbag son around!"

Eliot growled under his breath and fantasized about having a staff that actually bothered to listen to him, anymore.

Today's specials
Tuscan porterhouse steak with red wine-peppercorn jus
Broiled asparagus with garlic
Garlic, basil, and bacon deviled eggs

Luke's was open.

Library, Monday

24 July 2017 14:10
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The book Tip was reading during her shift today was really interesting, a neat play of the way two different people observed the same event from different angles and through different lenses, but it still had some issues.

". . . Why did she just call that guy by his name? He hasn't been introduced to her yet."

For instance, it had not been well edited.

She checked the spine of the book, and sure enough, it was done by a big publishing company instead of being self-published or even from a small press.

Really now. The book world was just getting lazy.

[looking at you, HarperCollins. Open!]
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The classroom smelled amaaazing today as the students arrived, and the teachers, for once, were not in some form of costume. "Welcome to Thanksgiving," Steve said. "There's pie."

So much pie.

"We didn't make it," Tony said quickly. "Purchased from the store."

It was important to say, okay?

"Thanksgiving is the holiday that we are meant to celebrate the arrival of the pilgrims in this country, though there are a few issues with that about the, uh, whole fact that people were actually here before then and a very long and ongoing history of subjugation and genocide this country committed against them--" Wow, Tony got that all out pretty quickly. "--also the night before the holiday is considered the biggest drinking day of the year somehow."

He was such a downer.

"I didn't know that," Steve said, looking a little surprised. "It makes sense, though. Thanksgiving tends to a holiday where you spend a lot of time in a room with your extended family, and sometimes people need to, um, prepare for that."

Tony nodded with all the enthusiasm of someone who had indeed needed some of that liquid courage for family gatherings. "There is too much food, a parade, and I've been told some people watch football too."

"We'll skip the football today," Steve said, "but parade watching is essential." These were two New York boys, after all. "And then we can eat turkey and potatoes and rolls and pie and more pie and go around the room and say what we're thankful for this year. That part was something my mother always made us do before we could eat."

Shockingly they were going with the healthy family tradition out of the two of them, yes.

"I am thankful for good friends," Tony said to give them an example of it.


Steve grinned at him. "We were never allowed to repeat what other people said," he said, "or I'd say the same thing. I'm thankful for...the many ways people can stay connected now."

Most of which had been made for him by Tony.
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"Birds are weird."

These were Philomena's first words to the class, as the little chicken roamed about and hopped onto desks and stuff. "Some say birds are secretly dinosaurs that hid and pretended to be something else so the asteroid wouldn't notice them. They say old dinosaurs were growin' bird feathers millions of years ago. But that sounds like a load of horseshit, dinosaurs look like naked goblins with giant heads, we've all seen them on the telly. Actually think there's one living in Brixton right now."

A pause.

"Or that might have been my gran," she mused. "There's just no way to tell."

She eyed the chicken again. "Anyway, birds are weird. They float in the sky, and nobody knows why," she said. "It's this unknowable, impossible thing, like they're from Hairy Pawter or somethin', some evil bird magic. Some wonder if birds might come attached with tiny strings and we just can't see 'em so good. Or maybe they're not flying at all, they're just walkin' 'round the floor with mirrors to confuse us all, the right bastards."

She'd lived with a chicken for months. She knew they were bastards.

"If you ask me, they're just flagrantly spitting in the face of science," she said, stone-faced. "So I want you all to spend today showing the birds that what they're doing is impossible and they should really be dropping out of the sky now." Beat. "By throwing things out the window."

She pointed at the window. "Grab whatever you've got," she said gravely. "Let's prove to these bastards things can't actually fly and airplanes are myths."

The chicken had pooped on her pillow that morning.

Demon Marcus, Monday

24 July 2017 07:15
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She and Ringo hadn't talked about it since the beginning of summer, but today, for some reason, Alluka was back to pondering what it would be like to explore her own world.

"I don't even know if it'd be fun," she confided to Mr. Bubbles, as she sorted through the newest stock for things that she liked and things that she was going to put on the shelves. "But it probably would be. There's got to be a lot of things beyond my room, right?"

Mr. Bubbles, having never seen her room, wasn't sure of this.

"Don't worry," she said, trying on a floppy beach hat. It fell over her eyes and, as she pushed it back up, she continued with, "We'll talk with all the others about it tonight, too. They'll make sure you and the other newer ones are filled in about what it was like."

Demon Marcus is Open!
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"Come on," Hera said, grinning at them, "no time to waste! We're actually taking a portal today."

She continued as they settled in. "We wanted to explore a local comet, but there are over five thousand around the place, so we did a bit of searching through the 'internet' here to find an interesting one. Halley's Comet seems to be the one most people around here are familiar with, so we wanted to head there, but right now it's way out past the solar system and wouldn't have a tail."

Comet Day! )
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I walked in to the station this morning to see two squirrels wearing little conical hats instead of their usual fedoras. I'm not sure what that's all about, but now they're--


... Now they're blowing on little tiny noisemakers. So it's a good thing I don't have many notes. I can read these off and get out of here before I get one to the ear or something. Fortunately, the squirrels didn't bother to wander past town yesterday. Unfortunately, they did bother with Luke's, where the staff relentlessly mocked me for my taste in music, which Summer explained was probably because of the name of it - I'd tell you all, but the squirrels tend to beep that one out on me anyway - and Hera and I talked about Earth being weird and the possibility of arranging a group trip to the mainland for non-humans who have been curious about the place. Sparkle was doing managerial stuff at Demon Marcus when he got a call from Leto and they chatted about last weekend's weirdness. And something about a friendship song? See, and they call my music weird.


Come on, guys.

Jono opened the Boards for band practice yesterday, and totally failed at arguing about music with Dante before talking about why he was in a good mood. He also chatted with Dr. Lecter about composing music together later. And how many puns were acceptable in any one song. Finally, at the Park, Lucille was reading a book in the shade. Sounds like a good way to spend the day, really.

That's all the notes I've got, and now the squirrels are offering me a tiny conical hat and a noisemaker, too. Sorry guys, I'd love to stick around for whatever this is, but I have a class to teach. Maybe next time.

Devil's Nest, Monday

24 July 2017 02:46
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Verity stood behind the bar, mouth bound with a strip of duct tape, and more tape wrapped around her wrists which were tied in front of her. She cocked a blond eyebrow at Tiny, who was grinning fit to kill, the roll of duct tape in his hands. An Aeslin mouse in a surplice decorated with eraser pieces and bird bones stood on the bar, its tiny paws resting lightly on a stopwatch.

"Okay!" it declared, voice high and reedy. "The Pact has been Sealed! Hail! The Arboreal Priestess must Free Herself from her Bonds before Two Minutes Has Elapsed or her Evenings Will Be Forfeit for Twp Weeks!" Behind the gag, Verity rolled her eyes but nodded. "And does the Arboreal Priestess Indeed Triumph, there will be Silence in the Bar for the Next Week! Hail!"

This time it was Tiny who rolled his eyes, but he also nodded.

"On your mark...get set...HAIL!"

One minute and twenty-seven seconds later, Verity was smirking at an astonished Tiny. "Look, amateur hour, you bound my hands in front of me. And duct tape is terrible for tying someone up. I would have been done faster, but I didn't feel like losing skin." She grabbed the duct tape from him before he could react and pulled off a decent length. "Man, I'm going to love the peace and quiet around this place."

The Park, Sunday Afternoon

23 July 2017 17:36
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Obviously Lucille wasn't feeding the ducks. Instead she was sitting on a bench, trying to read a book, while nervously fiddling with a letter to her brother. She hadn't received a reply to her previous one, and while she could think of a number of reasonable reasons for that, it had her worried.

She should have stayed indoors. Going outside in this heat didn't make anything better, even though she had found some shade beneath a tree. At least that was something. That annoying piece of rock had thrown her umbrella into the ocean.


The Boards, Sunday Afternoon

23 July 2017 10:51
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Another Sunday where people were actually themselves and weren't otherwise occupied making music for an on-island event or anything, another day when Jonothon actually showed up at the Boards to open the place for the band to rehearse.

Or dick around on instruments pretending they had an act.

Or chat.

//As it would happen, Queen cover songs are fun to play for an audience.//

Or just to blather on about Queen.

At any rate, he was going to be noodling on his bass while he waited for people to show. And then later he'd probably do paperwork or something. Jono truly lived a charmed life.

[OOC: Aaaaand open! Who even needs OCD? Not I.]

Luke's, Sunday

23 July 2017 10:42
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Kanan was giving the kitchen staff a side-eye today. Not because of the usual stack of pancakes. He was used to the usual stack of pancakes by now. Not even because of all the singing they were doing today, just exchanging their favorite songs and trying to compare and contrast the superiority of different musical styles.

Nope. He was side-eyeing them because when they asked him for one of his favourite musical styles they started snickering like children when he gave them his answer.

"I'm never going to understand you."

Today's Specials!
Ask for Kanan's Favorite Type of Music
It won't get you a discount or anything, but if you can get him to answer you'll at least be amused while you eat.

He probably should have named smazzo instead.

[OOC: Open! I'm feeling twelve today.]
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Hey folks, Clint Barton here with just a few notes from yesterday. In town, Jalian was working on a personal project at Stark's with the help of JARVIS, and Olivia came by to check the place out and met JARVIS too. Jono and his cat had a peaceful day at Groovy Tunes; Eliot came by in need of guitar strings, and he and Jono talked about how weird last weekend was for them, and Jono also talked Eliot into at least considering joining his band here in Fandom. They've got to be better than the zombies, right? Finally, at Caritas, Mike had to deal with a shipment of really strange-flavored beers. That's still better than last weekend. And I'm all out of notes, so that's my coffee cue. Have a good week!

Demon Marcus, Sunday

23 July 2017 10:35
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Okay, so Sparkle hadn't been in to work for... a while. At least, not as himself, anyway. Last weekend there'd been that whole 'being a flying pony' thing, which normally he'd be kind of amused about, only this time around the pony wasn't even himself.

Anyway, usually when the island turned him into a pony, he was a unicorn, not a pegasus. Either way, it meant that he was a touch behind on things like orders that needed to be placed, and with summer in full swing, he had to put in orders for, like, new swimwear and t-shirts. Some of the racks were looking a little sparse.

So, if anybody needed Sparkle, he was going to actually be at the counter today, looking like a store manager who was doing his job, for once.

[OOC: Open!]

Groovy Tunes, Saturday

22 July 2017 17:33
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Jono was in a pretty secent mood, all things considered. He was human shaped this weekend, which helped with that somewhat. The stereo was cooperating with him, which was always a win. And Joni had tagged along with him on his way to work, settled cozily into one of the deep pockets of his long coat.

So, of course, he was playing Joni Mitchell music on the stereo while it was willing to play along, and he was following along on his guitar while Joni stalked his boot lace.

It was a nice, laid-back Saturday complete with bonus cat. He'd take it.

[OOC: Open! Jono needed to have a good day to go with my good day. I hope you have a good day too!]

Caritas, Saturday Evening

22 July 2017 21:54
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Today, Caritas had received an interesting shipment today: a crate of all kinds of weird beers. So, that was what Mike was doing tonight.

Marveling at the beers and setting them on display in case anyone wanted to try one.

"Hey Tino, you want to take a crack at a the beard beer?"

Interestingly enough, Tino did not.

[ooc: Open, no OCD!]

WTFH Radio, Saturday

22 July 2017 11:11
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Alright, Fandom, listen up because I've got shite to do.

Lecter took the kids to Mongolia and didn't bring back any food for the teacher's lounge, Dante was earwormed at Groovy Tunes, and Summer was watching classic bad science fiction in the second floor common room.

Right. Done. Now fuck off.


Stark's, Saturday

22 July 2017 10:57
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Jalian was still tweaking her Doorway, and if she were honest with herself, maybe dithering a bit. She needed to return and stop Armageddon, but she was in no hurry to subject herself to that backwards skip again, or to the long job ahead.

So instead she was doing everything she could to improve and enhance it with knowledge from this timeline and everything JARVIS could tell her about others.

She made a few more tweaks, then stepped back and cycled the power. "How's that, JARVIS?"

[OOC: Open post! No OCD.]
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Feeling a little restless that evening, Summer moseyed on down to the common room to make some popcorn and flip through some TV channels, looking for something good. Really, she'd realized that sitting in front of the TV was sometimes where she felt most at home, and, man, wasn't that sad? But it was true, and it was a good way to unwind a bit when she didn't really have anything better to do.

Not much on TV on a Friday night, although she did get sucked into one of movies where some lady gets blown up to a gigantic size because of radiation or aliens or something. She couldn't explain exactly why it sucked her in so much. The premise was completely ridiculous, but she was just so weirdly fascinated by it. Didn't make sense, and yet there she was.

Giant women. So dumb.

[[and it's open, of course!]]

WTFH, Friday

21 July 2017 22:06
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Okay, you know what? I don't got a lot of time for this, so let's get through this fast, all right?

Defence Class spent a lot of time hitting things with swords - favorite hobby of mine - and in Vehicle Class we had a movie day.

That weird guy at Turtle and Canary spent his day being weird by yelling about sleep. And the new girl has been poking around the shelves at Groovy Tunes. Look, Starsmore, I don't do reshelving, okay?

... Unless there's interesting *microphone feedback* in there.

Otherwise, besides the garden chess at Luke's, not a whole lot of *feedback* going on. Good, 'cause I'm late for work. Later!

Groovy Tunes, Friday

21 July 2017 21:50
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Dante had a tune stuck in his head all day at the shop. Nothing he did could get it out: turning up the radio, fighting with the little blue guys, playing guitar...

In the end, the only solution was to turn up the volume on the radio and hope it drowned it out.



[[ open! ]]
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"Today," Hannibal said once everybody had arrived, "we are going to Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia. That is the capital city in a country far to the east of here. The Mongolian people come from a nomadic tradition, and much of their cuisine is meat- and dairy-based. There are also a number of influences from neighboring traditions."

He led them through the portal and onto a fairly ordinary-looking street across from, of all things, a mall. "Our restaurant for the day will be Modern Nomads." There was a coffee shop across from this one, too. At least it wasn't an American chain? "You will find many traditional foods here, from bone soup to noodle dishes. Lamb is a popular meat."

He led them into the restaurant. "They use local meats and ingredients, and also include plenty of greens for those of you who might prefer not to eat so much meat. I'll be getting several of the sharing plates for the table. The local language is Mongolian, but many will also speak some English. Or," he added with a nod to Kaylin, "Chinese."

They were brought to their table, and he gestured for them to be seated. "Please enjoy, and as always, let me know if you have any questions."

Luke's Diner, Thursday

20 July 2017 12:40
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Today was International Chess Day and Luke's had a surprising number of people inside with chessboards all set up to play. There was also a large garden chess set set up in the middle of the restaurant for kids to play with. Hardison, who was still brooding over the weekend more than was probably healthy, was only too glad to nod at a wizened old Latino man and join him at his table for a game or two. Getting his ass whupped by a secret chess ninja was a good way to take his mind off of imagining what had happened to Noah.

It was also a fun way to annoy the hell out of Sterling, because of course Hardison was texting Olivia and then telling Sterling about their conversation.

Today's Specials
Black and White Milkshakes
No Mess Crudite Platter with Dips
Bacon-Wrapped Potatoes

[No OCD]
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*Angry chittering*

Yeah, yeah, I'm late, I know. Sorry, yo, them weird weekends always screw up my sense of time. Spent all day yesterday thinkin' it was Tuesday. But it was Wednesday, an' here's everythin' that happened yesterday.

School started off with Fightin' an' Fabulosity got to go to the mall an' pick out clothes that were cute an' capable of concealing weapons. Man, that sounds like a class Sophie would teach, too. Also, my apologies for folks out there wearin' clothes designed for ladies an' think that pockets are for chumps. Healin' Power of Crystals had a rant from Deadpool about folks not takin' his class seriously. This bein' the same class he bough fifty cent crystals for. Go figure. Magic of Plants was temporarily turned into Magic of Puppies for the day, an' Zack stopped by to chat with Karla. Over in the Library, the books were puttin' on a literal three-ring circus, but Peridot didn't pay any attention at all.

Dorms had an upset Ada from the weekend, but Isabela showed up to help comfort her an' I ain't lookin' at anythin' you squirrels are doin', dammit. Ain't my business.

In Town, Groovy Tunes was tryna drive Lucille mad with terrible music. Covent Gardens is debatin' carryin' "sorry I turned into somethin' weird" bouquets, an' Ino was back in uniform at Pick Your Poison, with Lucille comin' in to see what exactly was bein' sold.

That's it for notes an' that's it for me! Have a good week y'all!
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This week Magnus had discovered action movies. So, sorry kids. That was possibly just as awesome to him as Starbucks had been.

"I found this movie and it's just like battle-wagon racing. I mean, no magic, but still pretty sweet," Magnus said, bouncing on his toes excitedly. "So, keep this in mind for next week when we start tricking out our battle-wagons, kay?"

Yes, kids. It was a movie day.
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Once more into the breach Danger Shop, kids.

"So you're passably good at fighting bunnies." You didn't need to sound so amused about that, Cara. "But you clearly need to practice your sword and shield work."

She held up a shield. "To recap, you block with this." Then a sword. "And stab with this. If you have any questions, this is Cassandra's area of expertise."

Though they might want to ask them quickly since there was the unmistakable sound of bears approaching.

Grooovy Tunes, Thursday

20 July 2017 17:28
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The stereo was still behaving itself for Octavia. Not that random visitors to the store were likely to assume that it was: her somber, leather-clad figure walking around the store seemed to be at odds with the joyful showtunes the stereo was belting out.

But she'd missed out on music all her life. That included damn near all music. So for now, she was content to be grabbing CDs from the shelves at random and seeing what they contained. No prejudice.

She was also taking a closer look at some of the instruments being sold at the store, today. Trying to guess at what they sounded like and how they were supposed to be played.

She probably needed to think about getting a phone. So she could Google these things.

[ooc: No OCD, have at!]
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After two and a half solid days of working on his cart, the Merchant of Miracles felt pretty good hobbling walking into the store on Thursday; his little shoulders were thrown back and his little chest puffed out with pride. "You should see it, Nahasapeemapedilon!" he said. "I did a realy find job, if I do say so myself! Better than ever! Better than before! Maybe I should thank that Scaramouche guy for giving me the opportunity to do a much needed overhaul on that piece of junk. You should see it! Prettiest cart you've ever seen!"

It should be noted that it looked exactly the same as before. The Merchant just added some cheap gold trim.

"And, lemme tell ya, it was so nice to get a good night's sleep, too. Can't get a wink in that stable with those unicorns. The Other One snores."

An accusation strong enough to make the Other One snort in irritation, because it definitely wasn't him that was doing the snoring, thank you very much.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Home Depot Orange
Lowe's Blue Raspberry

Turtle & Canary is open!
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There were still a few apology bouquets going out today, although not nearly as many as Nathan's notes showed had gone out yesterday. Peter himself had spent the weekend handwavily as a very confused doctor-turned-pirate-turned-governor, and as far as he knew hadn't actually bothered anyone, but he was beginning to wonder if this was a usual thing.

So, he was taking time out today to troll through all the catalogues he had, looking to see what sorts of "Sorry I turned into x" bouquets were available.

There were actually several worlds that had them in stock. He couldn't decided if that was worrying or comforting.

[OOC: Open post! No OCD.]
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The Danger Shop was a mall today: a mall that was all clothing stores in a vast array of styles. And class was meeting by an escalator, where Isabelle was standing next to a table. On the table were items that the students were going to find familiar.

"Everyone, pick up the weapons from our first class together," Isabelle said, gesturing at the weapons in question. "Today, we're going shopping."

Spoken like someone who loved shopping, and expected them to feel the same.

"Specifically, you're all going go around the mall and assemble outfits that are both stylis and also convenient for concealing whatever weapon you picked. And ––" She held up a finger. "–– before anyone complains about this putting some of you at a disadvantage because your weapons may be harder to conceal... Tough. That's part of the lesson." And she wasn't saying that unkindly. It genuinely was part of the lesson. "Sometimes you have to work around disadvantages, because life is not fair, and it's even less so when it comes to any meaningful form of fighting. So, best learn to live with it."

She'd been serious for a second there.

So, time for a smirk: "Now, off you go. Shop!"

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