MCA #0, Monday Evening

Apr. 20th, 2026 06:14 pm
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Well, it was that week again. And sometimes you just had to take advantage of it. Which was why he'd shoved Steve out to pick up enough groceries to get them through the week and maybe a good amount of Gatorade for hydration purposes.

This wasn't their first rodeo, thanks.

Look, when you're mid-aged, you sort of had to latch onto the fun things when they happened. Which was why Danny was doing some agitated reorganizing of the bedroom while he waited for Steve to return.

[for the partner! all that slow play]

Tasks!- Monday- 3rd period

Apr. 20th, 2026 05:52 pm
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Last class! Last task! The simulations were in the backyard of the house today, where a treadmill stood next to a basketball.

Keep the basketball on the treadmill for as long as possible. You may not touch the basketball or the treadmill. Powers are not allowed. The treadmill will be turned on in two minutes.
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"Welcome to your final," Hannibal told them. Was he aware of the pollen? Of course. Was he going to let it stop this? Of course not. You were both adults; if he could keep from killing people for an hour, you could focus enough for a cooking test.

"Cook me something; the more techniques and awareness you show of what we've discussed, the better you will score."

Then he was sitting down with his phone and looking up victims things for later.

Squirrel! Period one

Apr. 20th, 2026 04:42 pm
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"Right. Um." Jon sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose. "So today was to be 'concentrate on a project as your final'. I even made a project for us. Then the island had...well. Other ideas. So...so maybe let's just meditate. If you can't, that's fine. Just use this as a chance to get away from everybody."

Wasn't that what everyone wanted to do this time of year?

Jon brought up the...well, he was going for meditation room, but apparently it would be the human-sized cat tower program again. He gestured wearily at it. "Have at, I suppose." He turned the air filters on maximum and found a one-hour meditation for them.

Fandom Clinic, Monday 4/20

Apr. 20th, 2026 01:59 pm
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Yesterday had been irritating but Stark had tried to ignore it. Today was more of the same feelings and he was resigned to it.

This week had been far more enjoyable in the past.

He came into the clinic, looked at the display of informational pamphlets and a wide variety of prophylactics and sighed. Heavily.

"Take what you need!" One nurse told him, far too cheerfully. "Stabby's got his lobsters visiting so avoid Exam 1. Better for everyone that way. And Exam 4 is... also occupied and you could go in there, they wouldn't mind, but I'm not sure you'd enjoy it all that much."

Another sigh escaped Stark.

"Maybe I should go pick up lunch for everyone? And...gatorade?" Really, Stark just didn't want to be sitting still right now.

The nurse grinned. "Couldn't hurt!"

"It could," Stark said. "It most certainly could."

The clinic was open, the crab was unavailable at this time, and the alien was in and thinking about running off to jump into the sea or similar.

Fandom Radio- Monday, April 20

Apr. 20th, 2026 11:25 am
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Good morning, Fandom. I guess good morning to some of you more than others.

I'm kind of surprised there's not more debauchery to report on. Gregorith was enjoying the weather outside of the museum, and Rey didn't make it through her shift at Stark's and I can imagine why. Because that's where all our brains are right now.

That's it. Enjoy the week, I guess. Make only one or two regrets!

Pizza Planet, Monday

Apr. 20th, 2026 09:24 am
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Raiden knew what week it was.

Raiden also knew that people needed fuel for all of that...stuff...they were doing. And what better fuel than pizza?

Specials
Chargrilled Oyster Pizza
Shaved Asparagus Pizza
Spinach & Artichoke Pizza
Strawberry, Basil, & Balsamic Pizza


Pizza Planet is open! And serving aphrodisiacs, apparently.

The Magpie Emporium, Monday [20/04]

Apr. 20th, 2026 09:50 pm
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Much as she'd rather stay at home in bed, or out of bed as the mood struck, Vi was being responsible and had come in to work.


For values of work that involved mostly shadowboxing to burn off excess energy while Little Bot trundled around the store with a spray bottle of cold water. So, you know, "work".

Pick Your Poison, Monday

Apr. 20th, 2026 01:11 pm
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Pam's portal always left her upstairs in the apartment above the shop, and so going downstairs to check on it didn't take more than half a minute, and--

"Oh no," she muttered, sensing the pollen on the air as her feet touched down on the ground floor. She pinched her brow. "Not again."

Well. She'd just clean up the store a bit and then hightail it back home before she did something she regretted (again).

[[ open ]]

Infinite Consortium, Monday

Apr. 20th, 2026 01:24 am
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It had taken quite an effort to get out of bed and to the shop today, even moreso than usual. And she was getting absolutely no work done, indulging in very inappropriate daydreams instead.

She might notice that something was amiss...eventually. But for now, it was only a few degrees more intense than a normal Monday, here at the Consortium.

Fandom Radio - Sunday (4/19)

Apr. 19th, 2026 05:26 pm
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I'm here, I'm here! Sorry.

*annoyed chittering*

I was off island, I'm sorry. I'm sure Lydia did a lovely job filling in, though. Hi, everyone. This is Tony Stark, back at it with the news from yesterday. Which is... Caleb was writing on a bench at the park. And that's all the squirrels decided to jot down.

Well, with that, I'll be heading back home now. Enjoy the weekend!

Stark Industries- Sunday

Apr. 19th, 2026 11:15 am
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Traditionally, Rey hated pollen. It was a days long exercise in blocking an entire island of people out, it gave her a headache, she hated it. Except when she had a super hot boyfriend right there. Then she didn't care about anyone else and it was going to be a great week.

And still, she'd stupidly- stupidly- come in to work. It was only so many hours, she had to get stuff done, something something work ethic, it was fine.

She was getting no work done, at least not well, and was definitely not going to stay her whole shift.


[Open!]

Fandom Museum, Sunday April 19

Apr. 19th, 2026 11:58 am
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It was cold again, but it was also gloomy and Gregorith was discovering that his inner emo kid liked that.

So he was somewhat bundled up, sitting on a folding chair just outside the entrance to the museum under an umbrella enjoying a mug of the tea that Persephone had sent him.

The museum is open.

Fandom Radio, Saturday, April 18

Apr. 18th, 2026 12:32 pm
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Good morning, everyone, and yes, it is Saturday once more. The squirrels assure me they shan't disrupt my Sunday, but they have lied about such things before. They are rather squirrely, are they not? La!

Let's see...at the school, Overcoming Obstacles held a 'Puppy Bowl' and Cupcakes of the World(s) learned of cupcakes that are not from Italy. I've nothing from the dormitory, good to see my wards are holding up, but a few notes from the town, where Miss and Dean Skywalker enjoyed bagels and coffee at the former's warehouse, whilst Dr. Quinn was roller...blading...whatever that means, at Needful Things, and was asked about the roller...blades by Miss Skywalker. At the Trooper Station, the troopers in question were engaged in some sort of game or perhaps team building exercise, and Detective Watts was joined for luncheon, which was spent planning their next holiday, with Mr. Grant.

And I am sure a great number of other things happened, but the squirrels didn't bother to note them down. With that, dear listeners, I shall bid you farewell until--hopefully--next week!

The Park, Late Saturday Morning

Apr. 18th, 2026 08:17 am
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On a bench in the park, there sat a Caleb.

He'd observed how nice it was outside and he could feel the creative juices flowin' so he'd fixed himself a bag of snacks, filled a thermos with coffee and set himself down here with his notebook to do some work on the pulp story that'd been percolatin' in his mind for a few months.

So naturally he was just sort of starin' off into space. But the notebook was open and he had his pen in his hand. That counted as working on his story right?

He could probably use a distraction.

Trooper Station, Friday

Apr. 17th, 2026 12:36 pm
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The Troopers today were keeping occupied with some sort of game that involved standing inside of a circle on the floor for varying periods of time. Watts wasn't sure of the rules and, frankly, was not inclined to ask.

He'd be in his office if he was needed. Unless he was needed to stand in a circle for some reason.
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“Today’s cupcakes aren't from Italy but they could be,” Stark said. “The recipes i was finding all seemed to not really be Italian from Italy but close enough for now I think? Italy is over here, on the map.” He pointed and added another cupcake sticker.

“So these cupcakes are
Italian Lemon cupcakes. Ricotta is a type of cheese. Good for baking with. And cooking. There's also olive oil and lemons and both of those are often in Italian dishes. So it's an Italian cupcake even if it isn't really an Italian cupcake, I think.”

“So I have all the things you need. Fresh lemon is better than lemon juice you can buy. And there are all sorts of different olive oils. But I've only brought one sort of oil and the lemons you can choose between using the purchased lemon juice or squeezing lemons yourself.”

He'd only one type of ricotta too but at least there was plenty to go around.

“So we'll eat like we're in Italy or at least in a restaurant that says it's Italian…and we'll bake like it too. Unless anyone has questions or something to say?”

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

Apr. 17th, 2026 12:09 pm
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Rey pulled up to the warehouse with coffee and bagels from JGOB, and set them down on one of the crates while she set up for training today.

Every time she turned her back, one woodchuck got closer and closer to the bag, freezing instantly when she looked over. So she did it a few more times than necessary just to see if he'd chicken out.

The woodchuck remained undeterred.

"I don't even know if you can have that," she said.


[Open!]

Isla San Pedro, Chile, Friday Evening

Apr. 17th, 2026 07:29 pm
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For weeks, for much longer than on any previous trip out to any of their islands, Octavia had been content. Happy to figure out her new, temporary normal, her new temporary habits and routines. Her favorite paths in the woods, her favorite patches of beach to bring a yoga mat to, the places she knew Duke and Lucifer gravitated towards.

But it always got to her in the end. (Still. For now.) That jittery little feeling, calling her back to her actual routines, her actual favorite places.

Calling her home.

She'd told the guys. Sooner rather than later, they'd be heading back to Fandom.

But tonight, they were still here, on their little Chilean island. The sun was setting, and Octavia was out on the beach not too far from the cabin. She was sitting cross-legged on the sand, a small bowl of chopped up fresh fruit on her lap, and her phone and one of those little portable speakers next to her.

Playing music into the darkening night as she watched the water.

I know I don't get there often enough, but God knows I surely try...

Like all the best things, the moment felt to Octavia like freedom to just breathe. A sense of calm. Belonging.

More or less.

[ooc: NFB because of distance, but open to thems that are here.]
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There were more than the normal three dogs for class today. But it was in the Danger Shop, so whether or not they were all real dogs was up for debate.

"The Puppy Bowl!" Tony said. Because why not go all out after being missing for two weeks?

Steve had definitely snuck an extra few pups in from a shelter. Shhh. Don't tell.

"Dogs playing football!" Steve said. "Well. Playing fetch. Sometimes napping."

"And sometimes just chewing on things." Fee was absolutely going to town on a football. It would not be lasting through the end of the class.

"It's pretty football adjacent, honestly," Steve admitted.

"So, everyone settle in to have some fun, yeah?" Tony suggested as the football deflated. Fee was a monster like that.

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