The Park; Saturday Afternoon [09/23].

Sep. 23rd, 2017 12:03 pm
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There was a shark man in the pond today, one in which the ducks and the fish were (perhaps wisely) giving a wide berth. But Sidon didn't seem to mind or notice, we was just happy to float around a bit, do a few quick sprints from one side of the pond to the other, trying to beat his personal best records, and just enjoying the fresh water. He wished it were a little bigger, as he missed the freedom and depth that that ocean gave him, but fresh water was just so much nicer!

And being contained in the lovely park on a nice day, perhaps the chances of someone joining him and abating his loneliness a bit might be nice. It was really starting to become clear to him, especially since he spent very little time in the door with being uncomfortable stuck inside walls, how much he missed having other Zora around. The humans and various other species had been great and interesting so far, but his heart was aching a little for Hyrule. Chasing ducks when they landed or trying to match the flow of the fish as they swum about helped a bit, though.


[[ i don't know what kind of day I'll have ahead of me at work, but the shark man was feeling a little neglected. Open park is most certainly open!]]

Luke's, Monday

Sep. 23rd, 2017 10:51 am
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Eliot was here on a Saturday.

The kitchen staff were all huddled together, staring at him suspiciously and taking bets as to what strange thing was about to happen.

"That's ridiculous," Eliot said. "I don't -- I'm not only here on a weekend when weird shit's going down."

"Usually it's 'cause the kids are here," the dishwasher said.

"Or the dead have risen," the busboy offered.

"Or when the aliens attack!" said the cook.

Eliot frowned, thinking, then shook his head. "Okay, but --"

"Remember the one where the Ghost of Christmas Present made everyone empathic?" said the busboy.

"That was a good one," the cook agreed. "I liked he one where he was about ten and climbed up on the awning to try to read."

"Definitely better than when he's sixty and all nostalgic," the dishwasher said.

"What about the time he got possessed by a serial killer and one of the customers had to magically throw him into the wall so she could escape?" the busboy asked.

The other two frowned at him.

"Was that a Saturday?"

"I don't even know, that was about a million years ago."

"Yeah, man, we're not talking about ancient history."

"Right," said Eliot. "Well. At least the new guy will get a feel for what working here will really be like."

Poor Miguel.

Today's specials
Sweet potato and brussel sprout hash with poached egg and thyme hollandaise
Brown butter pear crepes
Pumpkin cheesecake muffins


Luke's was open and OCD free, as the mun used all her brain on the text apparently.

Library, Saturday

Sep. 24th, 2017 12:45 am
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There mightn't have been any gourds left in the library, but the scent of spice still lingered.

Which meant Ahsoka kept wrinkling her nose and making faces. She was not a fan and meditation only got you so far with ignoring smells.

Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

Sep. 23rd, 2017 04:02 pm
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Seivarden was beginning to think that working in a flower shop was one of the better things about this island, which, considering working with plants had never been her goal in life, said a lot about her opinion of Fandom.

She wasn't in a mood for either arranging flowers or carving gourds, but there was also a surprising amount of apples to deal with. To save herself from boredom, or even falling asleep, she arranged the apples neatly in flower pots and put them on display. Considering how confusing and frustrating this place was, a flower shop selling apples seemed almost normal.

[open!] 

4th floor common room, after classes

Sep. 22nd, 2017 08:12 pm
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Paris was so very tired of pumpkin spice smell, but she needed something to eat before beginning a marathon writing session.

She opened the fridge: "Pumpkin spice cookie batter, pumpkin spice iced lattes, pumpkin spice pumpkin--really?, pumpkin spice pancake mix, and three thousand gourds. I hate this place."

Paris flipped the television to C-SPAN (nerd alert) and was grumpily eating a bowl of pumpkin spice Cheerios. Please distract her.

33 Apocalypse Ave, Friday Afternoon

Sep. 22nd, 2017 02:00 pm
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Kathy sat on her bed, rolling a binyeo in her hands over and over again. On her bedside table was a bowl of seaweed soup and a small rice cake, both of which she'd made herself this morning and neither of which she could bring herself to eat.

It was Sarah's birthday today )

[I liiiive! Open to roommates or visitors, though warning for sad!Kathy today. I can't make any promises for availability--I has surgery yesterday, so I'm liable to fall asleep without warning! Sorry for being least-in-sight recently. Life has been [explosions.gif]]

Syndulla Scrap, Friday

Sep. 22nd, 2017 11:48 am
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The junkyard was full of gourds today.

Whether some of the junk had become gourds, or the gourds had been added to the junk...Hera was still trying to figure out. Also, the entire place smelled of spice. Which, granted, wasn't as bad as the fish smell that had taken over until a week or so ago, but still - Hera rather liked the smell of ship oil and metal.

"Stop poking them, Chopper. It'll just make a bigger mess."

Chopper made a rude noise.

The junkyard was open!
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Okay, technically Caritas hadn't been closed (shark-induced renovations were expensive and she'd needed the revenue), but it had been a construction-laden mess for weeks, and Kitty had worked super hard on getting it back up to snuff. The floors were new, the bar and tables and booths were new and updated, there'd been repainting and a roof replacement and Kitty wouldn't be able to watch HGTV for a while but it was done.

So tonight there was a party, with posters having been posted around the island. The zombies were onstage playing- and with a table of merch off to the side- Tino was behind the bar while Kitty would either be there or mingling, and they were fully open for business.

GRAND REOPENING!!!
1ST ROUND FREE
PLEASE GET MORE THAN ONE ROUND, THIS WAS EXPENSIVE



[Nar's back! Come to the party!]

Fandom Radio: Friday, September 22nd

Sep. 22nd, 2017 11:36 am
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Good morning, Fandom. This is Dr. Hannibal Lecter once again with whatever news the squirrels have handed me from yesterday.

In my First Aid class, we covered burns, and everybody took very good notes before being turned loose on a simulation of a fire, which Peridot found fascinating and Kaylin found oddly unconvincing.

Later, in The Island Hates You, students had to try fighting monsters their friends and classmates had turned into without killing them. So, some more practical knowledge. And in How to Get By in a Hostile World, the class learned about misdirection and how to pick pockets; Breq and Tip decided to team up after Tip was unsuccessful on her own, and Mara tried to pick Shiemi's pocket.

The dorms seem to have been quiet, but there was quite a bit happening in town, where Covent Gardens got a shipment of herbs for Peter to settle, Miguel stopped by The Perk for coffee and met Eliot and Sparkle. A good introduction to this island, if I say so.

And last night at The Boards, Iris decided to have a karaoke party. Oh, dear. Kanan had apparently been coerced into it along with Hera, and Miguel, Breq, Peter, Jono, Rufus, Kenzi, and Ringo arrived and mingled, and several of them sung, including Iris, Kanan, and Kenzi.

So, I hope you all enjoyed yourselves, and I should go ensure Jono isn't too upset. Welcome to the island, Mr. O'Hara and anybody else who may be new. And if anybody could kindly explain what I'm supposed to do with a closet full of decorative gourds and a bathtub filled with pumpkin spice coffee, it would be appreciated.

Now I suppose I have to give the squirrels pumpkin spice rum.

*chittering cheers*

The Magic Box, Friday

Sep. 22nd, 2017 11:12 am
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The shop was full of gourds. Jenkins tried to work out which of the items for sale was causing it, but with his entire stock emitting a faintly cinnamon and allspice smell, it was difficult to tell. Even the smudge sticks were giving off a nigh-overwhelming aroma of ginger and cloves.

"The scent of the sage is nearly the entire point," Jenkins grumbled as he sniffed one of the sticks. "I suppose it's attacked the lavender and incense too." He gathered the stock up to put away until the effect had passed, but the moment he opened the door to the supply closet, he was caught in an avalanche of cucurbitas and lagenarias.

"It's going to be an exceedingly long day."

[Open!]

Civics, Friday, September 22, 2017

Sep. 22nd, 2017 07:04 am
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Well, the classroom was very... festive. Through no work on the teachers' parts. On the plus side, the glitter was all cleaned up.

"Welcome back, welcome back. Today we're going to be discussing the filibuster in the US Congress," Tony said, making a face as he took a sip of his pumpkin spice coffee.

PUMPKIN SPICE FILIBUSTER! )

The Perk, Friday Morning

Sep. 22nd, 2017 11:19 am
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"You're making tea in paper bags?

Seivarden gave the barista a look that combined condescending and horrified.

Things hadn't been quite comfortable since she and Hannibal had had a conversation about the customs on the island, or at least that was how Seivarden felt. Frustrated with this place, and with a growing sense of desperation, she had decided to spend what little money she had in a tea shop. Well, it served tea, although there was a preference for the local drink called coffee. She was also questioning whether what they served as tea could really be considered to be that.

"You can get a pot of tea with loose leaves if you like," the barista said, unimpressed. "Which kind to you want?"

"Any decent tea," Seivarden replied, with an accent that would, in Radch, make the staff give her whatever she wanted.

Now she ended up sitting at a table, trying to drink some excuse for tea that smelled sickly of flowers. If she had had any place that could be called home she would like to go there now. Or, as there was no such place, somewhere where she could find a dealer.

[Open!]

Groovy Tunes, Friday

Sep. 22nd, 2017 07:10 am
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Dante'd been doing a decent job of acting the part of his usual self: joking, lewd comments, drinks, conversations about cats. But the facade wasn't holding as well as he wanted it to. Last weekend had freaked him out and he still didn't know what to make of it all, but he'd woken up to the feeling of teeth in his neck and something glowing under his skin a few too many times.

There wasn't really much else to do but go back to Limbo City for the weekend and sort this shit out. He knew that.

He kicked over a gourd on his way in and sighed. For the moment, though, he had a shop to man, and 'Paint It Black' to master.

"I see my red door, I must have it painted black. Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts..."

[[ open! ]]

The Boards, Thursday Evening

Sep. 21st, 2017 04:24 pm
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The marquee outside of the Boards, Groovy Tunes, whatever Jono was calling it these days was blinking the words 'KARAOKE NIGHT – FREE BOOZE AND SNACKS' in neon-bright colours.

Ino was pretty proud of herself for figuring out how to do that, especially since she was running on absolutely zero sleep. See, despite it being Jono's store/theatre unholy hybrid, he had no damn idea this was happening tonight.

Or that it was mostly his booze she was planning on giving to people for free.

(Ino had bought the snacks; Jono hadn't had enough of those around.)

Sure, it had been supposed to be a small thing, like, just her, Kanan, and Hera but why not turn it into a party?

And singing karaoke on an actual stage in an actual theatre would be pretty sweet too.

While killing time until her guests showed up, Ino fiddled with the lights, looking for the best way to light the stage and trying to decide if she could rig up a disco ball or not. There probably wasn't time. (Maybe next time.)

Because Ino was a brat, and a Turk, and that meant getting the numbers of every single person on the island was child's play, she'd sent a text to everyone on the island—except Jono and Dr. Lecter, since she was pretty sure Dr. Lecter would rat her out to Jono—inviting them out to have a good time.

Karaoke party at the Boards tonight!

If all of Jono's booze wasn't gone by the end of the night, she'd make sure it disappeared conveniently.

Sorry not sorry, Jono!
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It's decorative gourd season--well, you know.

*cough*

In honor of the first day of Fall (in the Northern Hemisphere, anyway) tomorrow, there will be decorative gourds all over. Careful when opening closets, folks. There will also be pumpkin spice everything: coffee, cookies, showers, toilet paper, decorative gourds...

Enjoy!

The Perk, Thursday

Sep. 21st, 2017 10:45 am
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Coffee. Coffee was good.

Well, okay, having local currency was good. But after a quick stop at the bank, coffee was good.

So here was Miguel, sunglasses firmly in place, still looking a bit groggy, trying to get just a coffee.

He ended up with something heavily sugared, but it was also heavily caffeinated, so he was calling it a win. And sitting outside with it, because he got less weird looks for wearing sunglasses outside. So there.



[Open post! Come meet the newbie!]

Covent Garden Flowers, Thursday

Sep. 21st, 2017 10:09 am
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Well, at least apples were plants. Or part of plants.

Peter put the basket of them out front again, hoping the last of them would be gone soon. Otherwise...could you just plant them?

He'd be looking that up today. Also calling the delivery service to see if they could finally get things they needed instead of things they hadn't ordered.

At least some of the former had finally come in, so he also had some mint, catnip, lavender, and aloe to find places for. And to try to unwrap from his hands; the mint was really needy for some reason.

Covent Garden was open!
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Class was back in the Danger Shop again, though there were no bodies here this time. Yet.

Cut for length and discussion of burns )
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"Sometimes, dealing with forces more powerful than you can be as simple as playing on the weaknesses most beings share," Atton said. "Like how most people are easily distracted. For all that we like to talk and talk about what great multitaskers we are, most species aren't actually very good at paying attention to more than one thing at once."

He sat down on his desk.

"And that's how pickpockets line their pockets," he said. "You'd be surprised how easily you can distract people from one thing by presenting them with something more immediate and familiar. And no, this isn't me encouraging you all to start stealing everything in sight - though if you are hungry and out of money, feel free - but sometimes, it can be really useful to be able to shortcut the high and mighty and grab something you might need."

"Some pickpockets work in teams: you usually have a stall and a pick. The stall makes sure the mark stops, like by bumping into them-- but only somewhere where it makes sense for them to do that. Like a train car, or a crowded hallway, or a large public hall, stuff like that. Then as the mark suddenly comes to a stop, it makes sense for the pick to 'accidentally' bump into them and lift their wallet. The mark's still fixated on the stall; they won't focus on the pick until the deed has already been done. Sometimes the stall will do something else, like drop some coins, or otherwise get the mark to kneel down so the pick can do his work."

He nodded at the simulated train car in front of them. "But you can also easily work alone in an environment like that," he said. "Hide your hands under a newspaper or something, and accidentally brush past someone-- that touch is usually so expected and normal, people don't question it. Some pickpockets like to actually draw attention to people's money, like by shouting that there's a pickpocket around--" He smirked. A little. "--so people will pat the places they have their valuables, making it easier to find them. If you're a woman, or a particularly attractive guy, fish, whatever, you can also try the old 'I'm drunk and affectionate' act.

He shrugged.

"No matter what, the trick is misdirection," he said. "Which is something you have to practice. So-- half of you are going to be pickpockets today, and the other half are going to be marks. You can team up or go it alone, I don't care. Practice this stuff. If you're successful, swap roles."

He pointed at a table full of wallets. "Marks? Get your crap."
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This week, the danger shop was made up to look like outside the dorms. You know. For authenticity. Or because it was easy. Fifty-fifty odds there.

"So, the squirrels were a little confused on the facts this week, we think?" Magnus said, voice going up at the end like he too was questioning it all and therefore should not be blamed if they were completely wrong. "And I totally whiffed that investigation check, so this is what we're going with."

Cara probably had a better excuse than that.

Cara's excuse was that she didn't care and the squirrels' version was close enough. "Sometimes the real enemy is all of us," she said. "Not in a philosophical sense, in a people are turning into monsters and you can't actually kill them sense."

Magnus nodded along with that sagely. "I mean. You could, but it'd be really rough and people usually stay dead. Most of the time." He was lookin' at you, Barry Bluejeans. "So, we'll be working on some non-lethal fights. Which, trust me, is super hard when you're used to just going for it. One time we accidentally killed a guy and had to dump him off a cliff. It was a thing."

"Don't do that," was Cara's suggestion. "As an added bonus, the things your classmates, teachers and other townsfolk have turned into are also stronger, faster, and hardier than usual, so you'll have to get creative."

"Also, I think they have stoneskin cast on them?" Magnus said, squinting out like he could tell. "Which sucks if you like non-magical damage. So, maybe team up? Yeah, totally team up. Team work was the lesson we meant all along."

Team up to not kill your friends the murder gargoyles, a lesson they could all get behind. "Yes, that."
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So. Cool story. Apparently, my robot self decided that it would be super fun to, like, totally do radio! And everyone knows that squirrels are sadistic little *BEEEEEP*s, so guess who's back and probably stuck doing this for the rest of the semester and was forced to buy little pumpkin spice lattes for these already too hyper rodents because someone's robot self decided it was cute when squirrels get little whipped cream mustaches...

That's right, everyone, it's me. Summer Smith. Please contain your excitement.

Although squirrels really do look cute with whipped cream mustaches. I will give my robot self that.

Anyway, here's the news or whatever, because this is my life now. And yours. Because the squirrels are always watching.

In SCHOOL, Earth Zoology took a trip to the Tibetan Plateau, where they learned about three not-unicorns. What, you mean like those dumb goats at the general store? Those goats are lame, they totally chewed a hole in my sweater once. It looks like no sweaters were harmed in the making of this class, though they did get to hang out with yaks.

*chittering*

Don't talk back. And it was Peridot's day at the library, and she really is a good friend, because she's the one who told me about all this stupid radio business so I didn't get a really unpleasant surprise this morning. Aloy stopped in, too, helping Peridot with the unruly books that were being total spazzes, and then learning about what a book actually is.

Decent toilet paper when you have nothing else available, that's what it is.

The DORMS were pretty quiet. And the TOWN? Also quiet, pretty meh. Breq was checking out a karaoke machine at Groovy Tunes, Zack was feeling restless and needed to go prowling through the Preserve, and, uh...aw, man, see, I feel bad talking about people's issues like this, but, uh, well, hey, Alluka showed up with a cuddly dinosaur toy to make him feel all better, and, uhhhh, everything was okay! And totally good! Yay!

Uh, Ino wasn't having a great day at Pick your Poison, either. But, hey! She got a visit from BDG..err, Kanan, so her day had to get better by default, especially as they hammered out some deets about some plans tomorrow.

Then 29 Chimera Court got a new tenant in the form of one Dr. Miguel O'Hara, a detail that current owner Captain Nathan Algren had not been clued into. Like some freakin' sitcom. But then Captain Algren was all, "Oh, right, it's Fandom, sure, what the hell? Why not?" and told Dr. O'Hara about his housemates. Like Liam! Who was too lazy to fight Dr. O'Hara over house rights and silly details like why this rando is in his house. And Captain Algren was all, "I'm not gonna fight him either, Liam, dude had a key," but they did plot to run Dr. O'Hara out if he plays loud music at 3 a.m., so I hope you're listening, Doctor, you've been warned.

And that's what makes news here on an average, regular day. Some dudes hanging out in a house, talking about what happens if you continue to hang out in said house.

RIVETING.

But that is all, so I'm getting out of here, I have class or whatever, I think? I don't know what the hell goes on here anymore, but, hey, I guess we're doing this again next week, too. Joy!

*CLICK!*

Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

Sep. 20th, 2017 06:54 am
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Ino had given serious consideration to not coming into work at all today. But Zack's mood had driven her out of their apartment before dawn and after wandering down to the beach and kicking stones aimlessly for a while, failing to be comforted by either the rush of waves, the emptiness of the area, or even the rising sun, she'd come into work.

If she were a different person, she'd be spending the day drunk off her ass.

Rosa's text to her was short, and simple: Remember your promise.

Ugh. Like she'd forget.

Tseng, wise man, hadn't sent her a text at all. Though she'd found an email advising her that her application for leave had been approved for the next few days. She knew that was his doing since Ino hadn't put in any application at all.

Ino wasn't mixing anything today. Nor was she playing with samples or trying to decide what to stock up on. Doing that today, with her mood as it was, was just asking for trouble. It'd be too easy to mix something… wrong.

She just put her head down on the counter and decided sure, that was good enough.

Zack had to have it harder today, the day he'd been in Nibelheim and his world had gone to nothing but torture and pain, but all Ino could remember was the way her life had shattered like broken glass when the Turks had lied to her and told her he was dead.

Pick Your Poison is… open.

The Preserve, Wednesday Afternoon

Sep. 20th, 2017 08:42 am
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Zack had been holding it together admirably well today.

Sort of. He tried not to be that person who observed the bad anniversaries. He really did. If he started doing that after the career he'd had in SOLDIER, he wouldn't have a happy day left to his name. But here he was, on the anniversary of what had happened in Nibelheim, and it felt like he wanted to crawl out of his skin. He'd spent a good portion of the morning just stalking around the apartment like a caged animal (which was apt, he supposed, considering the day) until finally he gave in, pulled on his SOLDIER uniform, picked up his (Angeal's) sword, and made his way into the preserve.

It was quiet there. Not quite the forests of his home in Gongaga, not nearly tropical enough for that, but soothing in a way that he'd forgotten about since his run from ShinRa, when he'd tried to return home to check on his parents.

So here was where he was going to stay, alternating between pacing, doing squats, yelling, punching trees until the trunks splintered, and - though he wouldn't admit it even to himself - just... breaking down and crying. Maybe he'd spend the night out here. He wasn't sure he had it in him to go home right now. He wasn't anybody anyone should have to put up with right then, and home wasn't terribly homey anyway.

[OOC: Open preserve is open! Zack will be... in a mood today. He needs to get it out of his system.]

Fandom Radio, September 20th

Sep. 20th, 2017 09:37 pm
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*chittering*

...that's not how I remember that happening.

*chittering*

Well, if it's in your notes, then it must be right. Oh, we're on.

Up at the School, Cyrptids and You coloured in, because of course Deadpool thought that was a good idea, while Artifact Restoration learnt a valuable lesson about sharing, except for Mara, and Computer Science watched a movie, by this point Paris started to realise what kind of school she's at. In the Library, Khadgar decided to ignore the imminent rat uprising.

Somebody should really check if the Dorms are still there, and over in Town, Nathan gave away apples at Covent Gardens, at Furnado, Zack brooded until he was attacked by small birds, Summer decided to re-purpose Needful Thing's antiques weapons, making them far more useful, and confusing Paris in the process. Apu was fighting with creepy 'unicorn' guy at Turtle and Canary, Raven was a fashion critic at Groovy Tunes, at Fantasy CostCo, Taako had found out about the spicy coffee, and Magnus got an X-Ray ring by promising to be boring with it. Kitty planned Caritas's grand reopening, Tonywas sad that he couldn't see the bar, and Liam was angling to join the band by claiming to be legally dead.

Library, Wednesday

Sep. 20th, 2017 07:49 am
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Peridot had been planning on bringing her notes in from Jenkins' class today in order to go through the library to research some of the terminology he'd used during whatever spare time she had.

As the day progressed, it became fairly clear that Peridot wasn't going to have spare time. A few of the books had taken to running down the aisles, and then a few more, and before Peridot could rein in the first few runners it had spiralled out of control into a whole book stampede.

She might have gotten trampled.

It wasn't pretty.

[OOC: Open! Mind the books!]

Groovy Tunes, Wednesday

Sep. 20th, 2017 10:27 am
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Breq had found a karaoke machine. Tip had told her about karaoke, and introduced her to it at Caritas, but here was a machine rather than a zombie band. She didn't know any of the songs, so she had to play them a few times before she got them right, but that didn't bother her.

Considering Breq's voice, her singing karaoke might not be the best way to attract customers, but she was finding her job quite enjoyable.

[Open!]

OOC: Belated availability notice!

Sep. 20th, 2017 09:42 am
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I haven't fallen off the edge of the world! My life's just been consumed by a movie shoot, and I lack the brain for anything else. We wrap on Friday, so I should be back to my normal levels of availability next week.

In the meantime, Karolina is a Rainbow Brite doll, Jughead is an actual jug, and the rest of my on-island kids are just quietly wrapped up in other business.
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Jenkins had sent notification this week for the class to meet at the Portalocity office in town, and to bring jackets. After a quick headcount and some quiet negotiations with the attendant, a portal opened, and Jenkins ushered the students through, straightening his jacket and adjusting his bow tie as he cleared the portal edge and it closed behind them. He gave the scenery around them a thoughtful look.

"Mountains in the distance, sparse and grassy vegetation, high altitude, lovely chill in the air. . . . I tell you, I did not think that would work." He set his hands on his hips and nodded. "Welcome, students, to the Tibetan Plateau."

Meet three not-unicorns? )

[tl;dr: chiru, kiang, and yak]

Caritas- Tuesday

Sep. 19th, 2017 02:46 pm
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This morning one job had made Kitty late for her second job, and now she was at her first job planning for the grand reopening along with lesson plans for her third job.

She was gonna be fine, guys, really.

Anyway, parts of the bar were still covered in cloths just so it looked new for the party this weekend, and if you wandered in you'd likely get asked for suggestions.

[Open, no OCD!]

Fantasy Costco | Tuesday

Sep. 19th, 2017 12:55 pm
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Taako had discovered pumpkin spice lattes. To him, of course, it tasted like key lime but he found all the hype about it so charming! He'd forever be a basic bitch.

Welcome to Fantasy Costco
Item of the Day
Ring of X-Ray Vision
Don't be a pervert with it. Ring has 5 uses before it breaks


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Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

Sep. 19th, 2017 12:13 pm
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So there'd been some kind of awards show on Sunday night, and Raven found herself bored enough at work today to start flipping through the coverage. She went from the political outrage stories (there were always political outrage stories, and Raven felt appropriately outraged by them, but after awhile they really just blurred together) to the "who wore it best" red carpet coverage, and after scrolling through a page providingc commentary on everyone's outfits, she found herself getting really into it.

"Those two are adorable! . . . Wow, okay. How does a non-shapeshifter even walk in that? . . . Ooo. Right, apparently I definitely have a thing for girls in suits."

Oh yeah. She'd been really into fashion before she went to Kathy's world, hadn't she.

[open!]

Library, Tuesday

Sep. 19th, 2017 11:37 am
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When Khadgar first arrived at the library, he thought things were quiet. But, before too long, he realized there was a squeaking noise in the back by one of the shelves. He quietly sneaked over to investigate, and discovered the squeaking noise was two squeaking noises, of a pair of rats looking over some weetiny blueprints.

"3.14 will be sufficient for our measurements!"

"If we want this to come out right, 22/7 will provide more accurate dimensions."

"I assure you, it will end up too large! Also, you know I hate multiplying by fractions."

"Well, then you should have studied harder in math class!"

Khadgar stepped back as quietly as he'd approached, to leave them to their work. That didn't sound like a fight to get in the middle of.

[I am not remotely sorry. :D Open and OCD-free!]

Cryptids and You! - Tuesday

Sep. 19th, 2017 09:43 am
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There was a big ol' picture of the Jersey Devil up on the board in case people were worried they wouldn't get to learn about that beloved monster.

"I hope you all learned an important lesson from last week's movie." He hadn't, but still. Hope springing eternal and all that. "Today is all about that lil' demonic maybe rapscallion from New Jersey. The Jersey Devil is supposed to be a goat headed maybe dog headed, something headed at least thing with big fucking bat wings, claws, and cloven hooved feet. Maybe a lizard tail in there too. Either way, a regular Island of Doctor Moreau looking little fucker. And I say this with only the love a mother can give."

That made literally no sense.

"Anyway, this guy has been around since the American Revolution. Probably because people in New Jersey have always been drunk and crazy."

He started flipping through a book on the matter, possibly making a face, but it was hard to tell with the whole mask thing.

"Wow, there's a lot of super boring history on it if you want to fall asleep without taking that sweet, sweet Ambien and pinot grigio cocktail that gets you through the day." Or was he thinking of people from those housewives shows? "Either way."

Deadpool clapped his hands together before passing out some blank pieces of paper. "You're all gonna design your own fucked up chimera from some location. I don't care where. Make up a devil. It'll be fun and not at all become a Slender Man situation where someone gets murdered by idiots over it."

Turtle & Canary; Tuesday [09/19].

Sep. 19th, 2017 08:48 am
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"What? Huh? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

The Merchant of Miracles was shouting at Apu, who was shouting back, but since both of them had pulled out some noise-cancelling headphones, the shouting was mostly in vain and communication was trying to be done with gestures and the occasional scribbled sign. Because the unicorns decided that today was a good day for just bleating almost non-stop, long steady cried that would go on and on and on.

Occasionally, they stopped. A moment of silence fell over the store and Apu and the Merchant could breathe again, hoping against hope that it was over, that they were done, that they'd bleated themselves out, only to then have one of them open their mouth and start all over again.

Neither of them could figure out what it was, either. They tried food, they tried pillows, they tried toes, they tried grooming, but nothing seemed to make the restless creatures calm down. Eventually, they just gave up, grabbed some headphones from the shelves, and tried to go about business as usual.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Loud Lemon
Eardrum-Blasting Eggplant
Red


Help Wanted!
inquire within


Turtle & Canary is open (and loud!)

Needful Things; Tuesday [09/19].

Sep. 19th, 2017 08:40 am
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It seemed that Summer still had a job, so that was cool. If her robot self had ruined that, no one seemed inclined to tell her, anyway, and she just went back to like she'd never even left, though the dusting and the sweeping that she usually did felt a little pointless. This was place was already clean as hell, what was there to dust and sweep? But she remembered that it just seemed that way because it wasn't the filthy cesspool she'd gotten used to.

And so many of these things could be totally repurposed in a wasteland society. Most of her day seemed to be going through the shelves and figuring out which antiques she'd want to keep close at hand in case Fandom had ever been plunged into its own apocalypse and she had to hammer out some sweet armor out of gramophone horns or turn all those old armoires into siege weapons and barricades.

Needful Things is open!
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The Danger Shop was back to looking like a workshop this week, where everyone had a partially disassembled gadget and a box of random scrap in front of them.

"Welcome back, kids! So now that you mastered the skills of figuring out what something is and recognising situations that'll get yourself killed, we're moving on to some more valuable skills, figuring out which parts you need, and how to get them, which in this case involves cooperation!" Which Aphra thought was highly overrated, but sometimes necessary.

"All your broken gizmos are missing parts you need to fix them, some of them are in your scrap box, the rest are in other people's scrap boxes, you're all bright enough to figure out the rest. Once you get your gizmo fixed you can work on your project some."

Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday

Sep. 19th, 2017 08:33 am
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Zack had been prepared for a bad day. Not because of anything going on today, really. Sort of. Kind of.

... Tomorrow was a week after his birthday, that was all. And it marked... It marked a really ugly anniversary. The kind of thing that never would have occurred to him to even observe as an anniversary, except that he still sometimes hurt when he moved, he still didn't know if Cloud had recovered from it all, he still, he still, he still...

His Usual Puppy had actually found her way out of her kennel on her own by the time he'd come in, and she was bumping up against his legs in a pretty constant reminder that she was right there as he went around the shop kind of mechanically going over his daily chores. And then someone had brought in what he could only describe as a ridiculous number of finches, who had that many finches?? and the rest of the day was spent trying to make enough room for them, and by that point there wasn't much time left to obsess over what tomorrow was or wasn't.

Which, again, was probably why Tseng had hooked him up with this particular business.

... And there he went again, right back into thinking about it.

[OOC: Open!]

Covent Garden Flowers, Tuesday

Sep. 19th, 2017 08:21 am
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Nathan was making some interesting faces when he came in for his shift today. Over there, there were... apples. A lot of apples. A confusing amount of apples, really, considering this was a flower shop, not a supermarket. And over there, somebody had... carved the decorative gourds into flower pots?

Nathan was pretty certain that's what had gone on.

He briefly contemplated leaving a note for whoever did it that this was coming on into the season where people tended to buy decorative gourds just to increase the autumn ambiance around their homes, but decided to just leave it be. There was no accounting for the logic of Fandomites, after all.

What he did do was haul out an unused planter that looked a little bit like half an old wooden basket, dump the apples into that, and then set them out in the open doorway with a 'please, help yourself' sign. Maybe it would entice customers to stop by long enough to come in and look around, but he was pretty certain they weren't going to sell otherwise.

[OOC: Open!]

Computer Science- Tuesday- 3rd period

Sep. 18th, 2017 07:48 pm
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So already Kitty was starting to wonder if another semester of all the jobs was going to be a bad idea, because being there for final inspection stuff at Caritas this morning meant that she was running late for class, and thus, there was an email sent out last minute telling the students to come to the classroom.

"Sorry for the change in plans," Kitty said. "Long story, boring adult stuff. But on the bright side, you get a movie day. It's from 1995, is horrifyingly out of date, and I don't really know if people back then knew what computers actually did. Enjoy!"

Fandom Radio- Tuesday, September 19

Sep. 18th, 2017 07:45 pm
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Oh, look. It's Tuesday again.

At school, The Art of War talked about how to avoid a fight. I find just not going out helps. Ethics talked about considering your information sources and not believing everything someone tells you, which actually makes it a pretty good Ethics class, and Creative Writing got photo prompts, and Gratuity was surfing WebMd in the library.

*scritching*

Annnd the squirrels are writing on the notes that it's probably not cancer. So that's how you hold a pen.

In the dorms, Summer engaged in the time honored teenage tradition of bed-flopping, and asking Ringo if she'd done anything weird or embarrassing for the last month, and at least at press time had just confused Shiemi.

And finally in town, Hannibal crtitiqued Sievarden's clothes, and Shiemi found Covent Garden in an autumn spirit and told Ringo about possible allergies. Alluka was back at work at Demon Marcus, with visits from Hannibal to check up, Sparkle to return her fish and let her know that the back room is now upstairs, and Ringo to talk about sleeves and classes. Yes, sleeves. Eliot had an argument about hummus at Luke's, which may make this the most normal thing I've reported happening at that place since I've been here, and Dani had her coffee stolen by a horse.

And that's all the news for like six people on the island. See you next week.

Covent Garden Flowers, Monday

Sep. 18th, 2017 08:39 pm
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Sure it was almost autumn, but gourds as pots? Shiemi wasn't sure what that was all about, but they were kind of cute. And they would look nice with some of the fall flowers that were in the shop. She started to gather flowers to make arrangements for the last of the gourds but was interrupted... the delivery man had arrived with a large packing crate.

"Why does a flower shop need apples?"

"Ma'am? I don't question any deliveries I make to this place anymore." The deliveryman was skittish and kept looking over his shoulder. "Please? Just sign and I'll go."

Shiemi signed and the deliveryman ran out the door, not even offering to help move the crate from the center of the room. She kicked at it a moment, but since it didn't make a sound she figured the chances were good that it really was 'apples' and not some weird 'apple' monster. She looked for a note regarding a delivery of apples, but didn't find one so with a shrug, she opened the crate and began sorting them to be priced.

A sign soon went up:

Seasonal Apples for Sale
Or ask about our saplings and grow your own!



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Parents Weekend Classifieds

Sep. 18th, 2017 09:17 pm
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Rather than posting in your own journal and cluttering up the flist, this post is the place to ping in and search out someone to play a PW character for you or where you can advertise yourself as available and willing to play for other people!

Parents' Weekend 2017!

Sep. 18th, 2017 09:14 pm
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It's that time of the year! Parents' Weekend is approaching: the one weekend every year where parents, guardians, siblings, friends, and other guest stars from the lives of Fandom's students, teachers and townies can come to the island to frolic around with their nearest and dearest's nearest and dearest! This year, we'll be running September 29th through October 1st.

How It Works:
On Friday September 29th, we'll put up an OOC post announcing that all guest stars are cleared for entry - barring those we've contacted up front about any issues. Starting then, guests can start arriving in town, checking in at the hotel, and mingling. The school will be open all weekend, allowing teachers to be around for parent-teacher conferences, and events will be held to get everyone socialized. Come Sunday, guests can once again flee the island, leaving Fandomites everywhere to sigh in relief.

Who Can Show Up:
Parents, guardians, siblings, friends, enemies, evil twins, etc. If your character has someone to come and visit them, they may very well be eligible! The way this works is that you decide which character(s) you want to come (keep it to a maximum of 3, but if you have a pressing need for more for some reason, please contact us), find someone to play them and then submit the character and player details below. This is the only time we allow non-players to participate in a game event. It's the perfect opportunity to get your non-FH friends sucked in by getting them to participate in a one weekend event with no on-going commitment. You're also welcome to get fellow players to play guest stars for you if they have the time. If you can't find someone, there will shortly be a post going up where you can request a volunteer to help you out. Please use the upcoming post for your recruiting instead of doing it in your own journal to save your friends list from being spammed.

Signing Up:
Pick your guest star character(s), find a player for them, create a journal, and fill out the form below with the handy coding already done for you! We do ask that when you're creating your PW guest star's DW that you be sure to list the character's name when Dreamwidth asks you for a name. This tiny step is endlessly helpful to other players reading through PW posts, especially if they don't know your canon. Additionally, we recommend you put contact information such as an AIM screen name or email address of the player in your PW guest star's profile.




Parents' Weekend apps are due Wednesday, September 27th.

Questions, comments, key lime pie? Comments will be screened to keep guest stars secret if you want (and will be unscreened for questions and such). Classifieds are here!

Room 204; Monday Afternoon [09/18].

Sep. 18th, 2017 01:19 pm
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"Ooof."

It wasn't as if she'd had a really taxing day or anything, just Creative Writing class, but Summer felt exhausted. It took a lot out of a person to realize that someone had been here, acting like her, pretending to be her, who wasn't her, and she had no idea what she'd gotten into, what she had said or done or anything. And she should probably take are of figuring it out. When she'd dug up her class schedule (what had even happened in those past classes? At least the classes weren't as stupid as the summer ones, though), she found out she even had a Little Sibling, what the fuck? So this Paris Geller person was being introduced to Fandom by a robot. Sure, it seemed fitting, but that robot was supposed to be her! She didn't have the energy to go hunt her down now, though. Tomorrow. Tomorrow she'll do it, tomorrow she'll have recovered a little.

Right now, all she seemed to have the energy for is flopping onto her bed, rolling onto her back, and staring at the ceiling. Feeling impossibly clean and peaceful and safe, and missing the weight of another body in the bed beside her.

Summer sighed.

Why did this all suddenly feel so weird?


[[ door and post are open! ]]

The Gig, Monday

Sep. 18th, 2017 12:16 pm
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Dani was not ready for fall. If you wanted to be technical about it, she still had a few days of summer left before the official start of autumn. She was determined to enjoy it as much as possible by lounging beside the swimming pool and working on her tan when she wasn't working at the barn.

But the sharkicane had dampened her enthusiasm for water-based activities, so she had the pool drained and covered for the season. And then she spotted the cutest blanket scarf, which she had to buy even if she had a ton of them left over from last fall. Dani drew the line at the pumpkin spice maddess -- until she stepped into The Perk for her morning macchiato and got a whiff of cinnamon and cloves.

By the time Dani got to work, wearing her blanket scarf and tall boots while sipping her pumpkin spice latte, Dani wanted to kick herself. Stepping into the barn, she took off the scarf and left it in the office. It would be too warm to wear while doing chores. She went to let the horses out of their stalls so they could move into the pasture, and that's when Kally struck. The mare somehow ripped the lid off the coffee cup in Dani's hand, then plunged her snout into the coffee. "Okay, then. I guess the pumpkin spice latte is yours now," Dani said with a sigh. She was keeping her boots, though. Working with horses meant that tall boots were always in style.

The Gig was open!

Luke's, Monday

Sep. 18th, 2017 12:13 pm
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"If it doesn't use chickpeas, it's not hummus!"

For once, Eliot wasn't the one yelling about food in the Luke's kitchen.

"What about this one, then?" the busboy asked. "It uses peas."

"Chickpeas!" the dishwasher said again. "You know, like garbanzo beans?! That's just mushy peas!"

"This one uses beans."

"Those are black beans!"

The dishwasher looked despairingly towards Eliot for help. Eliot smirked and shrugged. "You gotta pick your battles, man," he told him. "This could definitely be worse."

"Ooo, we should make this one! Pumpkin hummus!"

"That's a jam!!!"

Today's specials
English pea hummus
Black bean hummus
Pumpkin hummus
Hummus veggie wraps made with actual hummus OH MY GOD


Luke's was open.
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Ghanima was sitting on her desk as the students arrived, her text placed neatly in her lap. Exactly like any other day of class.

The moment the last student was seated, she flipped her book open. "Good morning, class, and welcome. Today with the Third P'ien," she said, holding up the book. "'Attack by Stratagem.' Or as one of my former co-teachers once called it, 'Avoiding Attack by Stratagem from my side of the fence: Make Love, Not War and Drink Sake and Keep Calm ♥.'" Some days Ghanima missed Shunsui very, very much. "Or, in the words of Tzu, 'Hence to fight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence; supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting.'"

"Sun Tzu also said that 'He will win who knows when to fight and when not to fight.' And, of course, there's the phrase everyone knows, but rarely do they know the source. 'If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle.' Know thy enemy and know thyself."

"So, how do you formulate a plan of attack, if are forced to fight? Resorting immediately to violent means is not always the best option. 'Thus the highest form of generalship is to balk the enemy's plans;'" Ghanima recited, watching all of them carefully. "'The next best is to prevent the junction of the enemy's forces; the next in order is to attack the enemy's army in the field; and the worst policy of all is to besiege walled cities.' So speaks Tzu. I'm curious as to how you feel this reflects the every day world, and if you have seen this applied at all in Fandom."

Library, Monday

Sep. 18th, 2017 11:04 am
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Tip wasn't sure how it was possible, but she was still sore from learning sword basics from Kanan on Friday. They hadn't even been working on it for that long! Clearly something was wrong. She was on WebMD today, trying to figure out what it meant to still be so sore after 3 days.

Sure, okay, it could be that she was actually just really out of shape, but wasn't bone cancer or something way more likely?

. . . Okay, fine, maybe not. But it was more interesting to read about that and freak herself out than to just drink more water and do some stretches.

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New Townie!

Sep. 18th, 2017 09:46 am
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Please to be breaking out the glitter cannons and textile-unencumbered abs for your newest townie, Miguel O'Hara ([personal profile] what_the_shock), originally of Spider-Man 2099, late of the Marvel-multiverse-hopping Exiles, and because it's one of the best lines I've read in recent memory, straight outta App-town, "Hey, it's a Spider not played by Tnick!"

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