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Welcome back to the beach! Here, take a metal detector!

"All right, we're playing with these bad boys today," Kitty greeted them. "These are metal detectors. They'll beep when they detect metal. Pretty self-explanatory. I've gone ahead and buried some things in the sand, so you have something to look for. There's also a little jackpot, so congratulations to whoever gets it!"

You better be good at this, Flint.

Fandom Radio- Monday, June 1

Jun. 1st, 2026 05:56 pm
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Good morning, everyone, and welcome to June! Somehow! I don't know, either.

Anyway, just one note today about Gregorith looking stuff up at the museum, because...

*chittering*

The squirrels were glitching? I've never been able to say "sounds fake but okay" seriously, so I guess thanks for that. Have a good day, guys, and here's hoping there's less glitching.

Fandom Clinic, Monday 6/1

Jun. 1st, 2026 02:33 pm
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It was June, somehow. Where had May gone? The Caribbean? More likely than you think!.

The rainbows were out in full force in the clinic today. Even the crab had decorated with rainbows. Stabby had also added some new postcards from the Bahamas, of beaches and crabs of course. Stark wasn't sure if they were from the lobsters, Stabby himself, or someone else endowment.

"I've got the usual coffees," he said, setting them down at the front desk.

"Where were you?" a nurse demanded.

"What?"

"You weren't here! So where were you? Did you send Stabby the postcards?"

"I didn't send any postcards! I wasn’t anywhere, really. Just... not here. Not kidnapped by raccoons either, " he added quickly.

The clinic was oo open and the alien was in and definitely not missing!

Let's Eat!, Monday third period

Jun. 1st, 2026 01:05 pm
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Hannibal greeted them at Portalocity cheerfully. "Today we'll be visiting Brazil. There's a restaurant called D.O.M. that I have been wanting to try. It has two Michelin stars and has consistently ranked among the top restaurants in the world. The chef is very highly regarded and curates a menu after intensive research and thought." Hannibal approved.

"We'll be enjoying the tasting menu, and won't know what it is until we get it, so this should be interesting."

Hannibal did enjoy the occasional surprise.

The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

Jun. 1st, 2026 12:51 pm
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Eric was running behind tonight due to the time it took the sun to go down in June, but he owned the place and so it didn't really matter.

It was only when he came in that he remembered this meant Tiny was left unsupervised for longer and longer periods of time.

"No one wants you to be brewing your own gin," Eric told him.

Tiny rumbled a response.

"And no one wants a joint venture with the raccoon brewpub, either."

More rumbling.

"I don't care that their papers are updated."

The Devil's Nest was open! Skip the gin.
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Steve was back in the Trooper Station with a lot of energy on a Monday, which meant the Troopers were out for a run.

The Troopers hated when Steve had a lot of energy.

"When you're all back, make sure you've taken the updated cybersecurity training," Steve said.

...the Troopers hated mandatory training more than they hated running, and that's why they were voluntarily doing another lap around the island while Steve caught up on emails.

The Trooper Station was open. Please have a crime.

Try Not to Die, Monday, June 1, 2026

Jun. 1st, 2026 09:53 am
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Today your teachers were back with the bug spray and sunhats. "Make sure you hydrate today," Anakin said. "It's humid where you're heading."

"And crowded," Ahsoka added, which was the excuse for just how neon the sunhats were. "So make sure you don't get lost."

"Welcome to Thailand," Anakin said with a smile.

"More specifically Bangkok," Ahsoka said. "The capital and by far the largest city."

"You'll get to experience a lot of different things," Anakin said. "One of them should not be getting run over. Please look in all of the directions before stepping out anywhere."

"We'd prefer not to try to explain how we returned with less students than we started with."

"And there's paperwork," Anakin agreed, nodding.

And no one to push it off on, so please don't make them do any.

Event: Field of Dreams

Jun. 1st, 2026 06:41 am
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Good morning, Fandom! It's been a year or two since the dead last came back to Fandom, and obviously that can't stand.

Lo and behold, it's that time again. Sprung from a plot developed by [profile] idontlooktired and originally conceptualized by [personal profile] robinthefrog, it's Field of Dreams time from June 9th through June 14th!

Copypasta of info overload! )

Where do I sign up?
There is an application form right down here, stolen, like much-but-not-all of this post, from our beloved [livejournal.com profile] idontlooktired. (And/or our beloved [livejournal.com profile] nookiepowered.)

If you're looking for someone to play a character for you, you can do so in the comments of an upcoming post.

APPLICATIONS CLOSE MONDAY JUNE 8TH AT MIDNIGHT PST!

Pick Your Poison, Monday

Jun. 1st, 2026 06:38 am
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The plants needed a check-up. That was the only reason Pam was here, really.

Well. That, and a moment outside of Gotham. There'd been stories about some monster crashing around Marshview, somehere - she hadn't been able to find it yet. But rumors did not come from nowhere, and humans did often see the shadows of things they didn't understand - even if they didn't know what cast those shadows.

So it was a pensive Pam who opened up Pick Your Poison that morning, going through each shelving unit to check on the plants next to the products.

[[ open ]]

Fandom Museum, Sunday May 31

May. 31st, 2026 01:50 pm
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Gregorith was somewhat lost in thought this morning. He'd gone home for a few days, and while there he'd inspected the warehouse they'd set up on Level 9 for a certain billionaire, and he'd gotten lost. The warehouse was massive, and the rows upon rows of storage shelves all looked alike.

And then Sharkie had told him about the internet memes and creepy pastas about that, so now, while he was also keeping an eye out for museum patrons, he was scrolling through photos of liminal spaces.

Devil May Cry, Limbo City, Sunday

May. 31st, 2026 07:47 pm
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There was a slab of pizza stuck to the ceiling. Dante could see it from here. ‘Here’ being the sofa, or the bathroom, take your pick. A sofa he was laying on in the bathroom.

“Huh,” he said. “Wonder how that got there.”

He looked at it for a while.

Maybe it was a sign that the sofa finally needed to go back into the living room. The windows were fixed now, and it’d be nice to be able to watch TV from somewhere that wasn’t the floor. Yeah. It was definitely time.

He sat up five minutes later, when the door opened. He scooted along the length of the sofa until he’d cleared the bathroom doorway and squinted. What was it now? Trish? Lady? Kat? Demons? Probably demons.

“Sorry, the door was unlocked! I’m just here for my jacket!”

Oh. No, it was that dude. What was his name? Pat something? Patrick? Dante squinted at him through the hallway. No, fuck, what was he thinking? He refused to be that guy. Paul. It was Paul.

“I think it ended up on the lamp in the kitchen!” he yelled. Which would be a pain in the ass, because that guy was pretty short, and he’d probably need someone to pry it off the lamp for him--

“No, it’s in the sink!” Paul yelled.

“Oh, thank fuck,” Dante muttered, dropping the outstretched arm that he'd been about to pull himself off the couch with. He laid back down. Heard some rustling around, the clink of the faucet. A yelled ‘bye’, and the door shutting.

Good. Maybe the sofa could wait a while longer, too.

And then, abruptly, it was dark. Shit. The electricity bill. “Shit fuck shitting hell—” Hadn’t he paid that? He thought he’d paid that. He fumbled for his phone, and-- oh, for fuck’s sake.

Five minutes later, he was up, dressed, and sticking his head out the back door to squint at the overgrown brickwork in the yard. “Trish, you still stalking me?! I could use a phone charge!”

[[ guess who i've missed playing since the Netflix animated adaptation started dragging every 00s Nu Metal act out of the grave to do theme tracks. mostly establishy, can be open if for some godforsaken reason someone has a reason to be in Limbo City or you want to call him after he gets his phone charged. ]]

Sheningan Sign-ups!

May. 30th, 2026 08:38 pm
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For Wednesday and for everyone!

Fandom Radio, Saturday, May 30

May. 30th, 2026 10:43 am
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Good morning, everyone! It is I, Miss Lydia Bennet, here to bring you all of yesterday's news the squirrels saw fit to report. So I shouldn't expect too much, if I were you.

Let's see...at the school, Let's Play Tourists visited Paris, Arts & Crafts & Dungeons & Dragons talked about the figurines they painted last week, and Paintball allowed the combatants the use of their supernatural powers. Congratulations to Dean Skywalker, who was the week's victor!

And speaking of Dean Skywalker, in the town, he joined Miss Skywalker in cleaning up at her warehouse. The lack of cleaning staff remains the most disappointing thing about this century. Ah, well. Until next week, dear listeners!

Let's Play Tourists!, first period

May. 29th, 2026 04:02 pm
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Jon met everybody at Portalocity looking more than a little sheepish.

"First of all, I would like to apologize for last week." He grimaced and rubbed the back of his neck. "I...well, um. Never mind. Anyway, I apologize. This week we're starting in Paris." He handed them each a ticket for a tour. "It'll be a few hours, but...well, we've got portals, so. And you can choose to spend a little longer if you like."

He led them through the portal and over to where their "fun" guide was supposed to meet them. Jon was rather dreading whatever a "fun" guide was, but hopefully it wouldn't be too dreadful.

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

May. 29th, 2026 09:14 am
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It was cleanup day at the warehouse. Cleaning up after the unsurprisingly chaotic woodchucks, clearing off the course because the weather controls could do some damage over time, things like that. There was actually something relaxing and mindless about it that was needed sometimes.

Though she was giving death glares at the woodchucks anytime she heard a noise. One day. Give her one clean day, guys.


[Open!]
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The classroom smelled like paint. A lot of paint. Which was probably a hazard, but the teachers didn't seem bothered by it somehow. The how might have been magic powers, but whatever.

"Welcome back, we're glad to see you all again," Jane said.

"Yes. We are." Cara could possibly sound more convincing. "So it's time to have our first check in on how your work is going."

"We want you to introduce the little mini that you painted!" Oh yeah. That'd be something. enjoy coming up with backstory on the fly.

See Cara's face? That was the face of a person who loved hearing your RPG character's backstory. For realz. "Apparently it's an important part of the creative process."

It was going to be great.

Paintball! - Friday

May. 29th, 2026 05:54 am
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"Sorry that we missed last week," Steve apologized. "We had an emergency to take care of at home."

"To make up for it, we'll be allowing powers to be used in the game today." Tony. Tony, no.

"We will be?" Steve repeated, blinking.

It was definitely an idea, wasn't it? "Just for today," Tony said quickly.

"Please remember that this is only a game and maiming your fellow players or breaking the island is completely unacceptable," Steve said to the class.

"I thought that was a given," Tony said like the class wasn't full of super competitive people.

Steve's sweeping hand to encompass the class paused slightly in front of Anakin. "Just in case."

Fandom Radio, May 29, 2026

May. 28th, 2026 09:16 pm
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Good morning, everyone, it's Steve Rogers with the news of yesterday.

In classes, Constantine led his class through the part denial plays in the grieving process, Liliana discussed the Elder Dragon War

In town, Steven stopped learning about frogs long enough to have lunch with Watts, and Octavia came in for Duke's diner shift for lunch and rehashing Constantine's class. Jesse went over to Bucky's place, and the conversation didn't go the way most that begin with "we should talk" generally do, so...good job there, Buck. Finally, Steph was definitely not playing Angry Birds.

That feels suspiciously specific, but I'm not going to ask. Have a great weekend!

Luke's, Thursday

May. 28th, 2026 12:01 pm
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Duke came into the diner without fanfare, despite not having been there in months. His staff, after a moment of gasping and cheering, followed his lead, letting him fuss around the kitchen like this was a perfectly ordinary Thursday.

Duke had never felt more loved, outside his relationship with Octavia and Lucifer.

Today's Specials
Grilled cod with chunky avocado salsa


Luke's was open.

The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (5/28)

May. 28th, 2026 08:19 am
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Steph was leaning against the counter scowling at her phone, which was by no means a new or unusual occurrence, but the lack of furious thumb-typing was.

Not that she was about to admit to having reinstalled Angry Birds or anything. Shh.

[OOC: Not method at all. Nope. Open!]

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