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Steven very much welcomed the cool temperature of the Museum once he got inside of it. He had various things to catch up on today but first he was going to sit at the welcome desk and appreciate the wonder that was air conditioning.

At some point he might notice how limp his hair now looked thanks to the heat and humidity. But for now he was simply happy to be inside and with a cool cup of water.

[open!]

Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

Jul. 16th, 2025 05:43 pm
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Okay, so the washing machines and the kraken drill had happened, but those hadn't been directed at him so much as the island in general, and work had behaved itself for the past few weeks, so Adrian was feeling pretty confident that he'd survived the island's weird hazing and come out the other side.

What Adrian had forgotten was the phrase 'pride goeth before a fall' and how important timing was in comedy.

Anyway, that was probably why instead of a witch behind the counter today, there was a pot of hollyhocks on the counter and a very exasperated Boston attempting to water it.

"This is not proper witch-familiar behavior," he muttered, spilling more water on himself.

...And then batting the cup off the counter in aggravation.

Fandom Library, Wednesday, July 16th

Jul. 16th, 2025 05:32 pm
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Arden got into the library and discovered that it was absolutely trashed. Gremlins were running rampant, Bookapalooza had apparently happened overnight with a ton of books laying around with a pile of musician autobiographies in piles on the table, and the bats were back and divebombing anything that moved.

"Oh, definitely not," Arden said, shaking her head. "I am not dealing with this. I'd rather go to Shenanigans than this. I'm not your mom, I'm so not picking up after you."

And as if the island had heard this and decided to help, where there was once an Arden standing there, arms folded, glaring at the mess, there was suddenly a brightly-colored finch perched on the circulation desk and preening her feathers.

Maybe slightly overkill, but Arden appreciated the backup. Or something.

Lucifer's Penthouse, Wednesday Night

Jul. 16th, 2025 10:10 pm
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You know what was odd?

When a man you'd personally stashed in a sort of... self-invented afterlife while you tried to sort him out... wasn't there anymore when you went to check on him. Lucifer had searched the very bowels of Hell, but there'd been no sign of Dan.

So he'd gone up to the Silver City. Nothing there, either.

He burst back into the club about an hour after he'd told Duke and Octavia he'd be back. Pushed past the crowd, to the elevator, and-- his phone was ringing.

"Detective," he said, raising the phone to his ear as the elevator doors closed behind him. "I will pop back down soon and I will find him. I promise you."

[[ expecting two, and will be taken and adapted from Lucifer season 6 episode 3, 'Yabba Dabba Do Me'. ]]

Fandom Radio, Wednesday 7/16

Jul. 16th, 2025 12:03 pm
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Good morning, it’s Wednesday, again and I’m here, again. So let’s get this over with so I can try to avoid Anakin.

At the school, the large fabric eagle took students to a park in Maine. The Beach! class watched a very familiar movie. On the beach. And then Paintball! was a disaster where I lost, Cal won, and there were slip and slides full of paint. At least that’s over with.

Nothing from the dorms, as usual. The porg remains, it seems, resigned to his fate. So now there’s the town.

There was a beach in Caritas or maybe just a lot of sand for Kitty to deal with. Remy brought his cats to work with him at Needful Things. They were not eaten by the hyena in case anyone was worried.

And above Needful Things in Harley’s apartment Marc went to visit Harley with breakfast and they had a conversation about not being angry and not leaving and it seems like it was tense but the squirrels may just have been worried about the hyena? I don’t think he’s eaten any of them either. Yet. I hope everything’s all right.

That's all from yesterday for today.

Infinite Consortium, Wednesday

Jul. 16th, 2025 11:40 am
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Quinn had done a perfectly good job destroying the giant head costume all on her own, this week, so she had no need of any of the magical items in the shop to take it out for her.

She'd saved one of the eyes, for some reason. It was furred around the edges with choppily cut foam and fraying fabric. She tilted her head at it once she'd settled behind the desk, then looked around for a spot to put it.

What? It was clearly cursed. It basically belonged here. And she was wondering what her boss would do with it when she noticed it. How long it would take her to notice it.

Hmmm. Tucked in behind that crystal ball looking thing? That could work. . . . The ball's curve distorted the eye, making it look even creepier.

Quinn decided she liked it there. It could stare at any customers who decided to show up. Maybe scare off shoplifters.

She sat back down behind the counter, kicked her feet up, and idly fantasized about ways to get revenge on Skywalker.

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Anakin was still not a cat! And he had stolen requisitioned the slip 'n slides from Paintball yesterday and set them up in roughly a triangle shape.

With bases between them. Because Anakin also still didn't know how baseball worked.

The bad news? The slip 'n slides were covered in baby oil and mudslide cocktail mix (because his order for mud had been misinterpreted. Watch out for the squirrels who'd definitely been licking the slip 'n slides.)

The good news? Your teams are in costumes made to protect you as you slide!

Well. Sort of. Anakin had gotten into the Japanese mascots again.

"Today we shall be playing slip 'n slide kickball!" Anakin told the unfortunates caught in the park this morning. "Listen for your names!"

Team Uesama (a hyperrealistic head on legs who promotes Sof’ ice cream.)
Quinn (pitcher)
Luma
Henry of Skalitz
Lydia
Rey
Vi
Remy
Steve R

Team Jumball the Third, King of the Watermelons (the mascot of Nyuzen Town, Japan.)
Stark (pitcher)
Belle
Isabella
Eleanor
Flint
Steve M
Thor
Raiden
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This week’s trip was to Acadia National Park because it was first alphabetically and therefore the first one Sam saw when looking at the list.

“Follow me, class,” Sam said, waving towards the portal. “We are going Maine! To visit Acadia! Home of Cadillac Mountain the highest mountain on the Atlantic Coast! It is the first National Park to be established east of the Mississippi!”

“You will have a chance to visit the coastline! See forests! See mountains! Lakes! Ponds! A beautiful place in this fine country.”

“Come along, students! There is much to see!”

Needful Things, Tuesday

Jul. 15th, 2025 01:52 pm
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So. Remy had three high energy, intelligent cats. And lived in a small suite in a boarding house.

He did not do a whole lot to try to rein in his cats' tendencies to want to roam. That was hard to do when you tended to relocate at a moment's notice due to any manner of events, up to and including the entire school/building/city he was living in being taken over by evil.

Plus, like. Even if he did try to make them indoor-only cats, the little bastards had this amazing tendency to find themselves embroiled in the drama of other superhero-adjacent animals all over the multiverse, whether he wanted them to or not.

You know how they say that pets and owners tended to resemble each other after awhile? Yeah. Well.

All that to say that when Lucifer (the cat), Oliver, and Figaro decided to follow him to the shop today, he didn't get a whole lot out of telling them "no" or "stay". Even "there's a hyena that lives there and I don't know what Harley feeds him" didn't hold much weight.

Hopefully Bruce -- and Harley -- wouldn't be too put out by the cats joining him at work. They mostly stuck near Remy, at least. And they . . . probably wouldn't try to mark too much of the inventory as their own personal property.

He was going to end up buying himself a cat-hair covered cushion or two by the end of the day, wasn't he.

[open! Mind the cats. . . .]
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Probably said something when even Marc knew there needed to be a conversation. He didn't want a conversation, but fate hadn't been interested in asking him.

(Okay he could've avoided it by, yanno, not. But he wasn't. Whether that meant anything was something Marc wasn't examining too closely.)

Marc texted Harley to see if she was around and up for a visit. Since she was, Marc grabbed them some breakfast and headed over. The door to the store was unlocked and it was early enough that Remy wasn't likely around - Marc didn't see him at least, maybe the guy was good at hiding - so Marc locked the door behind him and headed upstairs.

"Hey," he called when he was close enough to Harley's apartment he could be heard without shouting.

[For the apartment dwelling person. Store and Remy modded with permission.]

Caritas- Tuesday

Jul. 15th, 2025 10:58 am
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There was sand all over the floor. All over. Kitty didn't know if it was a Fandom thing or if it was a Tino thing and you know what, Kitty didn't care as long as it was gone by tomorrow.

At least until she went into the back room and found a giant beach umbrella propped up in the sand. That just felt excessive.


[Open!]
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Steve had been living his Best Otter Life for the last week. He was eating fish! He was playing on the beach! He was collecting the best rocks for Charlie, Grace, and Danny (some of those people were more grateful about the rocks than others)! He was...okay, he was stealing tourists' surfboards and surfing on them and not giving them back and that might be a little bit of acting out and also got him onto the news, but he was an otter and did not believe in consequences!

Otter life was so much better than medically dismissed, pity promoted, ex-Navy life! Steve was happy to stay an otter forever!

...Steve was now a naked human in the Pacific Ocean.

"Fuck a duck."

Beach! [Tuesday, 2nd Period]

Jul. 15th, 2025 10:53 pm
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Class was in the Danger Shop rather than on the beach like last week, set up as an open air cinema on the beach. The neon pink beach, look certain teachers had really broken that setting and trying to fix it had only made it even more pink. Somehow.

"Last week we covered some of the more traditional activities you could take part in on a beach." Sure you could say that. There was no way of stopping people from saying inaccurate things. "Today we're mixing it up a bit by engaging in a bit of outdoor movie watching."

They would not be mixing up the movie, however. What did you think this was?
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There were a series of slip and slides on the course this week, each with a different paint color. How had they managed this? Why had they managed this? Don't ask silly questions. Just enjoy the paint.

"Today we're doing something different," Tony said. "Players get to have some fun in the paint.."

Yes, nothing said fun quite like being fully yellow or red after sliding around in it.

Steve's combination of being a dog and missing the laundry strike might've had something to do with the set-up, too.

"After you are tagged out, go have fun on the slides," Steve said, nodding.

"And, sorry folks, no powers until the end again," Tony added.

This was definitely opening the door to people being Force-shoved onto slip and slides, but that was a later-in-class problem.

"Suit up!" Steve said with a grin.

Fandom Radio, Tuesday, July 15th

Jul. 15th, 2025 08:02 am
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Hey there Fandom, it's me, ya girl Arden Finch, still loving having clean clothes once again. I mean, I've got a tour at a national park, some time at the beach, and paintball coming up today, so who knows how long that will be true for, but it's true right now and that's what's important.

Speaking of classes, let's talk about School! Teamwork was cancelled, but 2 Problem 2 Creative made up for it by having both their teachers instead of one teacher and a cat. Normal amount of teachers for How To Waste Time On The Internet, but also they learned the opposite of doomscrolling, which is apparently 'timeline cleanse.' And Destiny and Free Will met up at the pond to learn divination practices.

No Dorms, no surprise, so Town it is! Professor Tony Stark was thrilled when Professor Rogers, except for then he had to explain why they suddenly had three dogs and also the name of one of them. Pizza Planet had to deal with a gremlin breakup in the closet and that just sounds terrible, while Ms. Nell was dealing with poorly-delivered flowers at Covent Gardens.

*squirrely booing*

Well, did y'all deliver the packages correctly? No? Then the phrase poorly-delivered seems appropriate! The Clinic had everybody enjoying cold drinks or cold snacks, good call though I'm horrified to discover seafood ice cream. I'm far less horrified to discover that yesterday was Bastille Day, which Captain Flint made sure to celebrate at The Ink Spot. And we circle back to Ms. Nell, enjoying her hot tub time, with Professor Amicitia sitting nearby to chat with her.

And it looks like that's all we got, folks! So it's ya girl, Arden Finch, signing off for the day! Leaving you with Romeo by Dove Cameron to get your day started off right. Have a great day, Fandom!

Summer Session II Workshop Rosters

Jul. 14th, 2025 10:07 pm
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Apologies for the delay, I spent the last week computer-less!

Here's the roster of workshops; let me know if I left anyone off!
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So Flint had come down with a slight case of parrot again (which he was telling no one) and so he'd transferred back to himself sometime in the mid-afternoon. It had taken a few hours to figure out what day it was, another few to figure out how to correctly work the phonograph he'd unearthed from the back (still a hundred plus years ahead of him, but try to teach him about Spotify. Go ahead).

He opened the door to the shop and blasted (for phonograph definition of blast) La Marseillaise.

Yes, it wasn't freedom from England, per se, but Flint deeply approved of the future France's way of dealing with nobility. Happy Bastille Day, Future!France.

Nodding firmly to himself, he retreated to his normal seat inside the shop.

Fandom Radio, Monday July 14th

Jul. 14th, 2025 12:40 pm
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Good morning all, I trust we've all recovered from having our sleep so cruelly interrupted the other night. I'm sure you'll be surprised to learn that all of the action yesterday was in Town.

Raiden was concerned whether they had enough potatoes and eggs at Over Easy. Steven and I stopped in, and I was introduced to the concept of brunch. Clever idea, that. Raiden greeted us and Steven congratulated him on his new business, while Raiden and I discussed the possibility of gremlins stealing headwear. Stark was also there and filled Raiden in on the kraken drill and discussed the restaurant's opening with Steven.

Elsewhere, at Stark Industries Miss Skywalker was dealing with telephone calls regarding broken washing machines. Still? I thought that issue was resolved.

And finally, Steven and I ate dinner together.

That's all that the squirrels claim to be newsworthy yesterday. Have a good week, everyone.
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Jon looked a little better this week, though that meant his professional demeanor and dress were probably a bit much for this class.

That wasn't going to stop him.

He nodded to the students. "One of the more popular ways to waste time on the internet is by what is termed 'doomscrolling' - scrolling through social media, particularly involving current news and events, in such an endless way as to invoke a sense of doom. We are going to attempt to scroll through social media in a way that does not invoke doom."

Largely because Jon had no intentions of feeding off his students. But also it was probably bad for their mental health.

He cleared his throat. "One of the better ways to do this is to open the social media site of your choice - today I will be demonstrating with Bluesky," he pulled out his phone and opened it to show the app, "and search for 'timeline cleanse'. This will, unless people are being horrid, bring up things such as cute animals, good news, and generally positive things. This will also work on Tumblr, if you prefer that. You can also just search for it on a search engine. I do not recommend it on the site formerly known as Twitter, as that place is a hellhole regardless, and also supports Nazis and Tories."

Jon had feelings about things.

"So today let's each do that. And share the best thing you find so we can all enjoy it."

Teamwork- Monday, 1st period

Jul. 14th, 2025 01:14 pm
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Jaina had left for home yesterday, and Jag had gotten caught up with meetings, which meant before class an email went out.

Class will be canceled today and will resume next week.

Short and to the point.


[I am in hell. Hopefully next Monday is less hell.]

Fandom Clinic, Monday 7/14

Jul. 14th, 2025 02:07 pm
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Mondays meant clinic shifts as they had for years now. Clinic shifts meant coffees for the nurses and himself as they had for years now.

Hot weather meant iced coffees even though the clinic's air conditioning worked quite well. He even brought a Crab Cup with him from the Perk for Stabby. It was just like a Pup Cup only with a tiny frozen fish stuck in it instead of a tiny dog biscuit.

"Enjoy?" Stark said uncertainly as he placed it on the tiny picnic table inside Stabby's tank.

The nurses, at least, were going to enjoy their drinks. And so was he.

The clinic was open, the crab was having whipped cream and fish, and the alien was in.
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Tony was regretting the number of dogs he'd ended up with here. Mostly because he was presently covered in them as he tried to go through work emails. Tried was the key word there because they were being needy and competitive for the attention he could provide.

"Steve, you can turn back any moment now," he just sighed as he was up to his neck in fur.

It'd be so nice if things worked that way, wouldn't it?

[for the husband!]

Monday: Covent Garden Flowers

Jul. 14th, 2025 01:00 pm
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Nell spent a lot of time on the phone today, dealing with deliveries that had somehow gone awry. Whose idea had it been to hire squirrels to deliver flower arrangements? Certainly not hers.

And now she not only had to apologize to disgruntled customers, but also find a way to politely suggest to the squirrels that their talents might best be served doing other things. Someone come save her!

Monday evening: 43 Unicorn

Jul. 14th, 2025 12:55 pm
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Nell had spent a very long day at Soulwood on Sunday, working the land and setting out everything that needed to be take care of. Today, before and after work, she'd done more planting and digging here, which meant that by the end of the day she was amazingly grateful that there was a hot tub she could sink into to ease her tired muscles and joints.

Yes, it might be ridiculously hot outside and yes, she'd be grateful to be back inside in the air conditioning afterwards, but for right now she was content. Though she'd be much more content once Gladio got home.
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The class met outside by the pond, as handwavily ordered.  The flamingos were wandering around Ghanima's improvised classroom, which had plenty of overstuffed pillows for laying about.  Along the edges of the area were small low tables, each with two cushions to sit on and various items placed upon them. 

Once everyone had arrived, Ghanima looked up from where she was sprawled on the ground playing with some strange hexagonal... tiles?  cards? and smiled.  "Destiny," she began with preamble, dropping the cards into Trebor's lap and pushing to her feet.  "Refers to a predetermined course of events. It may be conceived as a predetermined future, whether in general or of an individual. It is a concept based on the belief that there is a fixed natural order to the universe." 

"Destiny may be seen either as a fixed sequence of events that is inevitable and unchangeable, or that individuals choose their own destiny by choosing different paths throughout their life."  Ghanima paused to smile at them briefly.  "Confusing, isn't it?"

"Many Greek legends and tales teach the futility of trying to outmaneuver an inexorable fate that has been correctly predicted. This form of irony is important in Greek tragedy, as it is in Oedipus Rex  or Thornton Wilder's The Bridge of San Luis Rey, where in spite of all the character's attempts otherwise, it does not preclude a horrible fate," she said,  wandering among them to pass out a handout on Oedipus.

"Some believe that one's destiny may be ascertained by divination. In the belief systems of many cultures, one's destiny can only be learned about through a shamanbabalawoprophetsibylsaint or seer. In the Shang dynasty in Chinaturtle bones were thrown ages before the I Ching was codified. Arrows were tossed to read destiny, from Thrace to pagan Mecca. In Yoruba traditional religion, the Ifá oracle is consulted via a string of sixteen cowries or oil-palm nuts whose pattern when thrown on to a wooden tray represents the 256 possible combinations whose named "chapters" are recited and verses interpreted for the client by the babalawo."  Ghanima grinned.  "Every society has their own way of foretelling a future, from worm entrails to crystal balls.  My empire put its fate in the hands of a family that can walk the veils of time, forward and back, to see what lies beyond, and now they're stuck with the future that the Mahdi chose.  Oracles can be a tricky bunch, and you must always assume that they may have a hidden agenda of their own."  

"Today, it's time for you to see if you can chase destiny."  Ghanima gestured to the tables ringing the room as Trebor waved one of the cards and laughed.  "First, we'll talk, then we're going to pair up, wander around, and pick a method of divination that speaks to you.  Read your own destiny, or that of your partner, and then discuss if you agree or disagree with the results you obtained."

Pizza Planet, Monday

Jul. 14th, 2025 09:48 am
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Raiden had been made aware of a gremlin...situation in the supply closet.

Maybe more like a gremlin situationship in the process of breaking up, from what Tito could tell.

"Okay, just, uh...close the door and don't open it. And maybe turn the music up a notch or two."

He hoped the problem would stay in the supply closet. If gremlins tried to take their squabbling near his pizza he was going to get after them with a broom.

Specials
Summer Mushroom Grilled Pizza with Pistachio Vinaigrette
Chile Lime Chicken Street Corn Pizza
Goat Cheese Pizza with Tomato and Mint


Pizza Planet is open! And hopefully won't need anything from the supply closet any time soon.
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For all that the weekend had gotten off to a very shaky start, to the point where Liliana had been very close to decamping from Ravnica altogether, the latter half of it had been a most satisfactory exploration of Ragefest. Their paths had mostly not crossed Summer's (and, more importantly, none of Summer's consquesst) as she was deeply in the thickest, wildest aspects of the festival, while Liliana and Ignis were staying to more...hmm, sedate certainly wasn't the right word for what was basically an entire plane's descent into madness via orgies of destruction, violence, sex, and drugs...but they were avoiding most of the rowdiest elements.

(Most. Even Ignis could occasionally fall prey to impulse and vanity, which was why Liliana had several pictures and a short video of him battling in one of the impromptu fighting pits that had sprung up around the Tenth District. Listen, she hadn't made him jump into the rings, but it wasn't her fault if she also benefitted.)

Now, however, they were firmly ensconced in the opulent luxury that was only possible when one had been wealthy for generations. The wealth on display was only rivaled by the debauchery and hedonism also on display. But this was more than just simply a Ragefest celebration, Karlov Manor was celebrating the return of its most prominent (living) scion, the Former Grand Envoy of the Orzhov Syndicate, Teysa. No expense had been spared to welcome Teysa home--a fact Liliana found very interesting, knowing what she did about Obzedat politics. (Which, admittedly, wasn't as much as she'd like considering the Obzedat was entirely made up of ghosts of long-dead Orzhov matriarchs and patriarchs, which really cut into her preferred methods of spying.)

But her curiosity only acted as a spice to elevate the rest of the experience. Passing bodies clutching one another in various figures and configurations and ducking past platters that held only the purest, most expensive (and some, most illegal) drugs, Liliana made her way over to their hostess. Like herself, Teysa was a tall woman with thick black hair, though Teysa was only half her age - though she also looked to be only in her thirties. As was befitting an Orzhov, she was dressed in black and white--and gold, of course. You couldn't be an Orzhov and not appreciate gold in all its forms--though, Liliana had often noted, Teysa's labret and eyebrow piercings had always been silver.

"Why, if it isn't the lady of the hour! Teysa, darling, hello," she said as she stepped around a triad in the process of losing what remained of their clothing and adroitly helped herself to a glass from a passing tray. From the slight rainbow sheen, it wasn't alcoholic but instead, a liquid narcotic. "Barely home a few hours and what a lavish spectacle you've already created!"

[For, well, me but also the gentleman accompanying her, should time and brains will it! NFB for distance]
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Good news, class! Anakin was not a cat today!

Bad news, class! You now have to present him with amazing cat toys anyway!

However your cat toys were being judged by Ahsoka, so you weren't all going to come equal last (however much Anakin wished you would).

"Welcome back," Anakin said, not looking thrilled to be there. "Please show Ahsoka your homework."

"I'm sure you all picked worthy offerings," Ahsoka said, looking for too pleased with herself.

Anakin shot her a baleful look, which was still a strangely cat-like expression.

Good thing Ahsoka had practice ignoring that look!

A decade of it, even!

"And then we'll get to your real task."

Also cat-themed! Completely coincidentally, no doubt.

Utterly coincidental. That was Ahsoka's story and she was sticking to it.

Once she'd finished judging the cat toys, she led that class outside one by one to where a large number of small red bags were laid out in a pattern. One that if they happened to get to a high enough viewpoint looked a lot like this.

"You need to let the cat out of the bag," she told them. "Fewest attempts wins."

"Hilarious," Anakin said dryly.

If You Let Him Shenan Once...

Jul. 13th, 2025 07:54 pm
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...he will shenanigan!

Okay, I'm a little punchy from all the driving. Anyway, sign up for this week's ridiculousness here.
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After being dragged out of bed at an ungodly hour for, of all things, a kraken drill, Steven and Watts had collapsed back into bed to get what scant sleep they could before heading out to their synagogue yesterday, where as soon as someone's keen eye had spotted the matching rings on their fingers, there had been much catching up and congratulations, even though all Watts personally wanted to do was go home and sleep. Which did happen eventually, but it meant that his usual Saturday routine was something of a wash.

So he was doing it today, instead. After coming home from a thoroughly enjoyable brunch, Watts headed to the kitchen to bake some cookies, and then the library to sit down at his piano and get some practice in before dinner.

Stark Industries- Sunday

Jul. 13th, 2025 12:04 pm
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Look at Rey, in clean clothes that weren't like, sports bras. And she was well-rested!

She did get a call complaining about someone's washer being broken and they did not want to accept that the machine could be regular broken instead of Fandom broken. She clearly wasn't equipped to blitz anything Fandom broken anyway.


[Open!]

Over Easy, Sunday Morning

Jul. 13th, 2025 10:14 am
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Okay, well, they had gotten through an entire week without the restaurant burning down, going broke, or being swept out to sea by the merciless arm of a kraken. And their laundry delivery had finally come in, meaning everyone had clean kitchen towels and uniforms to work with. Raiden was feeling pretty good about this.

"We have enough potatoes, right? And eggs? 'When will I stop asking?' I don't know, we're always going to need enough potatoes and eggs."

Specials
Prime Rib Benedict
Strawberry Buttermilk Pancakes with Honey Butter
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Fandom Radio, Saturday, July 12

Jul. 12th, 2025 10:39 am
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You can't be serious. I did this yesterday.

*chittering*

I only just went back to bed.

*more chittering*

'We know,' is not helping your case. No, no, there's no need to pull my hair. I shall simply...oh, dash it. Why are there so many--right. Right.

*clears throat*

Kraken Drill Radio )
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RageFest had only been a few days for Summer at this point, but she was already having a blast. And she hadn't even debuted her jello yet! That was for next week, when things were really going to amp up, but, boy, things were off to a great start. She'd already....well, things were all sort of a blur, and she hadn't really been spending a whole lot of time at the townhouse. But last night, there was this whole fire show that went horribly wrong (or, depending on who you asked, gloriously right), and she, like so many others in the crowd, fled the scene in a hurry, lest they all get caught in the far more personal than intended pyrotechnics. In the rush, she ended up all but colliding with some guy, which was pretty irritating until she actually got a look at this absolute stud, and then, well, one thing led to another, especially once he told her he could read mind, and she made him prove it by thinking the most depraved, dirtiest things at him, and she didn't even need to say a word after that.

And with Liliana and Ignis still back at Fandom? Perfect. She might not have had to say a word, but she still had plenty of noise to make.

So imagine her surprise when she, eventually woke up, threw on a shirt and bounced down the stairs to find Ignis in her...err, their....kitchen.

She stared for a moment, thinking maybe if she didn't move...

"Hello, Summer."

"Dammit. How are you so good at that?"

"Well, to your credit, anyone could have been fooled by such a graceful gazelle of a descent."

Summer stuck here tongue out at Ignis (was that a flash of something metal on her tongue? Maybe. She'd like to see him hear that!), gave a little finger-waggling wave over to Liliana, and immediately moved over to the coffee pot. She didn't need the caffeine, though, to instantly perk up with bright enthusiasm. "But that's perfect, actually! You being here! Now you can make us some breakfast."

A brow lifted. "Us?"

Somehow, Ignis didn't think Summer was referring to brunching with her esteemed hosts.

"Yeaaaaah." And what Ignis could hear now for certain was the grin in it. "I might've brought someone home last night? I mean, I'm probably going to try and ditch him with the Izzet later because there's word of a secret Dimir pop-up club tonight, so I guess that's like....a speakeasy but with drugs and Russian roulette, although I guess they call it Dimiri blackjack or something, IDK....and he's really fucking cute, like, Ignis. Adorable. But he'll definitely just cramp my style. Either way, he should be down in a moment, he's just up there rocking a piss, so I hope you have a lot of eggs, because my guy is gonna need that protein replenishment."

The intake of Ignis' breath seemed to be taking into account a lot of things, but, in that moment, the only one he was going to address was going to Liliana.

"Remind me again," he requested, "why we thought this was a good idea?"

But if you thought he wasn't already pulling out more ingredients to double the portions of the meal he was in the middle of making, then you clearly didn't know Ignis. But that did remind him of another issue.

"And please, Summer," he said, "tell me you're going to be doing something with all this jello stuff soon, because there's barely any room to work in here with all your paraphernalia everywhere."

"Don't sweat it, my dude," Summer waved a hand dismissively, but she did swoop in to start moving some of her things to a place less in his way, and, in her defense, she wasn't expecting them, if she had she might have already taken care of it. "I'm launching officially next week. I wanna hit up the Gruul with it first, after I totally kick some ass--ooooh, actually, I wonder if I'll have time to whip something up for tonight, that could be a good way to get some whispers already stirring around town..."

Dammit, Ignis! Making her think this early (ish) in the morning day afternoon! But she might be able to pull it off...

[[ for thems that are there, anyone who might want to get in touch, and nfb for distance! ]]

Markets of the World(s), 2nd period

Jul. 11th, 2025 03:35 pm
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Class met at Portalocity as they had been handwavily notified to. When they got there, Lana was dressed in casual Earth clothing, a tunic and jeans with boots. "Welcome everybody. We should do introductions in case we don't all know each other, but let's head out first."

Once they stepped through the portal to find themselves on a street near water, Lana spread her hands. "I thought we'd begin close to home, so this is Harbor East, in Baltimore. We probably could have driven here, but portals are much more convenient. They have a lot of stores, some local, and some of the type you'll find throughout this country. So, introduce yourselves to the group, then enjoy yourselves, and I'll see you back here in an hour."

She nodded to the first person on her left.

Trooper Station, Friday

Jul. 11th, 2025 10:51 am
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Watts was, perhaps predictably, in an exceptionally good mood as he got caught up on everything that had happened last week at the station. Which was, also predictably, not all that much.

Needful Things; Friday

Jul. 11th, 2025 12:40 pm
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One of the costume jewelry gems was still faintly glowing, as it had been when Remy had first spotted it earlier in the week. Harley had also spotted it, by now - which meant it was now in a little display all its own, complete with a sign that read VERY SPECIAL GLOWY GEM, NO BATTERY NEEDED and a price tag that was now triple what it had originally been.

Harley was considering quadrupling it.

But right now, she was dealing with a clothing crisis. Sure, she'd done laundry semi-recently, but there had been an unfortunate glitter-and-ketchup disaster (don't ask) near and in her wardrobe upstairs, and now she was stuck going through the vintage pieces they had in the back of the store for something she'd like.

Except.

"... Are we having a moth invasion??"

Yes. Apparently they were.

(open!)

Fandom Radio, Friday, July 11

Jul. 11th, 2025 10:57 am
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You seem to be confused. Today is Friday. I do this on Saturday.

*chittering*

Yes, but--oh, just give me the notes. Good morning, everyone, and it is I, Miss Lydia Bennet, here to bring you the news of yesterday, today!...Just a day early this week. I do hope this means I shall get to sleep in tomorrow. Probably not. The squirrels are so unkind.

Let's get started, shall we, with the school, where Miss Vess began her, ah, "Five Times Urza Ruined Everything" class. Mr. Sims wished to know why Mr. Urza's wife didn't leave him, whilst Mr. Rand commented upon his falling out of a tree. Mr. Scientia and Miss Vess, shall we say, caught up after class. *ahem* Miss Vess also held her office hours--I didn't know those were a thing. Are they supposed to be doing that. Has anyone told the rest of the teachers? I digress. In Finding More New Hobbies, Mr. James Stark taught his students about 'origami,' which is a form of Japanese paper-folding. Folding paper? Sounds dull. The students introduced themselves, and Mr. Grant spoke to Mr. Stark after class. It seems that he and Detective Watts got married on their recent holiday, so congratulations to you, sirs. I suppose? I don't know the correct form for two men! You congratulate the groom and give best wishes to the bride and-- The squirrels are looking at me as if I am speaking French, so let's just move on to The Wonderful World of Pizza, which went to Naples to eat pizza, which was most perilous to everyone's wardrobe.

Let's see...no notes for the dormitory, so we shall move along to the town, I suppose. At the museum, Mr. Grant returned to work after the aforementioned holiday, and Detective Watts came by for luncheon. If one is looking to refresh their wardrobe, they may have some difficulty at Pixie Dust, as Miss Zarrin found a dearth of clothing on offer, but plenty of shoes and accessories still available. At The Devil's Nest, Lord Thor had apparently opted not to wear a shirt entirely. My goodness. That...must have been quite the sight. I mean! *ahem*

Lastly I've a few notes from the Supper Club, which yesterday met at Llamas' Corner in Baltimore, where I must report a sad lack of llamas. Mr. Scientia seemed to think the lack of llamas a good thing, whilst Miss Skywalker wanted to know how I still have clean clothing. I didn't tell her the answer is magic And that seems to be all the notes I have for the Supper Club, but I want you all to know you're welcome to join us any given Thursday! Next week we shall be upon the island somewhere, come and find us! Until next time, whenever that may be, farewell, dear listeners!
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Don did not have enough clothes for this. His cargo pants had at least one mysterious stain on them and he was, here at the end of his wardrobe rope, wearing a shirt obtained from Anakin's Wednesday madness last summer, and eyeing Thor's corresponding side of the closet thoughtfully.

He was still drinking coffee, even though he recognized it as a dangerous endeavor at this point, especially when you were already a little on the wobbly side. He didn't care. Coffee was what was getting him through this. He did set the coffee down when his students came in, though.

Doctor Don gets talky under here. )
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Class was out in the park today. Because, well, the name of the class strongly implied it. And maybe neither of your teachers had meant to be part of this and maybe they were trying to figure it out on the fly. But the one person who wasn't unprepared was a gremlin in a black turtleneck and beret. Because artistic reasons.

"Okay, so drama," Jane said, eyeing the gremlin warily where it was taking notes. "Not what I expected to teach, but we can do this, right?"

"It can't be that hard," Cara agreed, dooming them all with a single sentence. "Today we'll be doing what we always do during the first week even though we already know each other by now. Introductions."

The gremlin coughed and passed Cara a note."I mean 'auditions', apparently."

"Is that really necessary? I mean, everyone is here and everyone deserves a chance to--" Jane stopped as another note was passed. "--wow, you're harsh. But let's get into it. And there are some extra shirts from the Wednesday shenanigans if anyone needs them."

They just had a lot of opinions on the craft, folks. Costuming. Yes.

This was going to be the greatest public theatre Fandom had ever seen.
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Were you sleeping soundly in whatever underwear you had left, Fandom? Not anymore!

At 2 AM, sirens all across the island began to blare. A PA system turned on, featuring a metallic voice loudly yelling: "KRAKEN DRILL. KRAKEN DRILL. ALL INHABITANTS GRAB RAIN GEAR AND ASSEMBLE AT THE INTERSECTION OF LOON DRIVE AND GRIFFIN WAY. I REPEAT. KRAKEN DRILL. KRAKEN DRILL. ALL INHABITANTS GRAB RAIN GEAR AND ASSEMBLE AT THE INTERSECTION OF LOON DRIVE AND GRIFFIN WAY."

If anyone hoped it was going to stop before 4 AM, sorry: no.

At least there wasn't an actual kraken, so Loon Drive's stone streets wouldn't be slippery with rain. And at least Mayor Faden hadn't deployed her tie yourself to a building addition to the kraken emergency plan yet...

[[ have at, all ]]

Library, Thursday 7/10

Jul. 10th, 2025 12:55 pm
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Belle had treated herself to a milkshake before walking in to her shift. The milkshake had treated itself to her outfit and she'd had to run back and change into something else.

Was she wearing a fancy dress right now? Yes.

Was she glaring at the gremlins who were pointing at her and giggling? Yes.

Was the library just waiting to do something messy and terrible to her and anyone who might come in? Almost certainly.

The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

Jul. 10th, 2025 10:04 am
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One would think Thor, who wore his armor near-exclusively, would not be impacted by the odd plague of laundry upon their island of late, but he wore fabric between the armor and his skin, and he did not keep many changes of clothing. He didn't exist half the time to wear it, anyway. So, faced with few choices, he had opted to conserve what clothing he had left and resume the tradition of shirtlessness tonight at the bar. You're welcome.

Specials
Red Sangria
Strawberry Margarita
Blueberry Daiquiri


The Devil's Nest is open!
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As with Charming Elephant previously, Lydia was bound to be disappointed by the lack of truth in advertising of Llamas' Corner. Where were the llamas? Oh, in the decor? They should be serving her London Fog latte.

Well. They were already here, and she supposed the place was quite charming, anyway. She did so hope nothing ill befell her dress; she seemed to be having the most rotten luck with that this week!

Welcome to Supper Club, everyone! No llamas were involved in the food preparation.
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Raiden's students should have received a message telling them to meet at Portalocity, where they would find their teacher in jeans with a hole in the knee and one of the last clean shirts he'd had in the closet, which was a nice, burnt orange button down. It was a shame it was not likely to stay clean very long.

"All right, everybody, listen up," he said once he'd counted what he thought was the correct number of heads. "I'm Raiden, and this is..." He did a drumroll with his hands on the desk, which made the gnomes sigh. "The Wonderful World of Pizza! Today we're getting started by going to the birthplace of modern pizza, Naples, Italy. While there have been of course flatbreads with stuff on them since ancient times, it was in Naples that this was really refined and tomatoes were added to the mix, creating the modern pizza. At first, pizza was sold at open air stands, frequently by the slice, and it was food for the poor and working class, something you could easily pick up and eat on the go. It only really took off after it got royal approval in 1889...but that's another story. Today we're going to the oldest pizzeria in Naples, the Antica Pizzeria Port'Alba, which got its start as one of those open air stands in the 1700s before moving into a brick and mortar building during the 19th century. You can try the pizza--the Margherita is, of course, a classic, but in a port city like Naples you can't go wrong trying the seafood--and then explore the city a little, maybe pick up a pastry like a sfogliatella, another regional classic. And maybe a souvenir t-shirt or two." He would be shopping for one, because it was that or try to squeeze into the clothes Smalls had left around his place. "Sound like a plan? Let's go!"
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Hobby class, today, was meeting in a generic classroom. Stark was standing at the front of the room with some books on the desk by him along with a stack of squares of colorful paper. Stark was also dressed in what could charitably be described as 'threadbare' clothing today. There were holes. He hadn't even known he still had this shirt.

“I’m Stark,” Stark said. “If you don’t know me by now. Welcome to a workshop on finding new hobbies. More new hobbies. We’ll try out something new each week and maybe find something we want to keep doing. Or not. Easy enough to never try something again after the first time.”

“I’m looking for ways to help keep myself busy.” Moreso right now than at the beginning of the summer, even. “So I thought I’d share that. I do better when I have things to do. And today’s thing to do is folding paper into shapes. It’s called origami, it’s from Japan, and it’s you make little paper sculptures.”

He held up a small paper frog. “Like this frog. It jumps.”

He demonstrated, then held up a few other shapes including tiny stars. “So, try some things out. And…I suppose we can do introductions? In case not everyone knows each other. If someone would like to start before we start folding? Or you can fold and talk. No reason not to do both.”

Liliana's Office, Thursday

Jul. 10th, 2025 10:24 am
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It turned out that setting her office hours to Friday had been just as detrimental to Liliana's attendance as it might have been to the students', and so she had moved them back to Thursday, immediately after her class.

It helped that she had a project to work on: making a map of ancient Terisiare for Ignis since he would not get much out of the merely visual one she'd prepared for the rest of the class.

Hmm...perhaps something with cutouts...?
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"Rocks," Liliana said with a sigh, perching on the edge of her desk at the front of the classroom. "I need you all to understand that everything that I'm going to describe over the next seven weeks happened because of a pair of bloody rocks. Yes, they were magical, but at the heart of all of the death, destruction, and depowering, were two brothers who couldn't share rocks. Our next six classes will skim the surface of the five most egregious failures and resultant disasters, and the one time it was still a tragedy, but it was at least an effective one. Which leaves today for providing some historical and personal background information about Urza, so you can understand a little more about the man behind the fuck-ups. This is not an attempt to get you to sympathize with him, but more so you can understand how absolutely committed this man was to ruining every facet of his life, and the lives of everyone around him."

Welcome to class! Hope you're prepared for seven weeks of Liliana ranting. Just know, should there be any tests, you could probably get by with just writing because Urza sucked, just like, so much for every question.

Let The Ranting Begin )

She gave them all a bright smile. "And that, my darlings, is plenty of background to begin understanding Urza's actions and atrocities during his lifetime. Any questions?"
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*chittering*

Well, no, you don't wash leather.

*chittering*

That explains so many things that I never needed to know.

Let's see, quiet day, with the only thing happening related to the school being Shenanigans, which Jaina ran instead of Anakin, lulling the minglers and voluntolds into a false sense of security only to hit them with a very messy obstacle course. Good thing there isn't some kind of island wide issue with the laundry machines.

*chittering*

It's called foreshadowing. Jaina did stick around to take feedback on the course.

Everything was quiet in the Dorms, while over in Town, both Jon and Rey discovered that their respective apartment buildings were both having laundry machine issues. Sucks to be them.

Pixie Dust; Thursday [07/10].

Jul. 10th, 2025 06:56 am
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Luma came into work that day expecting the usual quiet day bordering on boredom, where she spent just as much time shopping and browsing for herself as the customers themselves did, but what she found instead made her stop as soon as she walked through the door to stare in astonishment.

The store wasn't completely empty, but just about, with vacant shelves and lonely hangers dangling on the racks.

"What happened?" she asked, but the evidence of half the answer was scattered about everywhere, shredded and torn clothes as the result of an unexpected raccoon attack.

The rest of it? Sent back due to a safety recall. Which Luma didn't really understand, but she sighed and got ready to spend her shift bored in a different way, with cleaning up and with no clothes to actually sell.

They still had a ton of shoes and accessories, though, at least?

Pixie Dust is open!

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