The Perk, Friday Afternoon

Sep. 19th, 2025 02:51 pm
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Steven decided to get a treat of a drink and some snacks to go with the strange day. He worried about going into the Perk with an African Wild Dog and a falcon following him. But then it turned out the people working there had their own collection of animals so rules about such things were relaxed at the moment.

Made for an interesting topic of conversation, though, so took a while for Steven to get an order together. Moreso than any usual distractions he might have.

[open like a Perk post]
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Well, Tony didn't expect to wake up to a snake coiled up in the crook of his neck, tongue flicking out to taste the air.

A dog, sure. A cat, sure. But a snake was new.

"Steve?" he asked as the snake curled up tighter and made an annoyed sound that he didn't know snakes could make.

[for that husband!]
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Flint was in the bookshop today, reading about predatory birds of Central and South America. The crested caracara perched on his slightly dusty cash register probably had something to do with the choice of reading material.

"What sort of name is Tidreles, anyway?" Flint finally commented.

"What sort of name is James?" Tidreles retorted, pecking at a piece of paper.

The book store was open! Maybe you also need research material?

Friday afternoon: The Park

Sep. 19th, 2025 11:47 am
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Charlie was taking advantage of a really nice afternoon to sit on a bench in the park and play her guitar. Jaq was perched on her shoulder, fire lizard tail wrapped gently around her neck, bronze scales gleaming in the sun.* Occasionally he would chime in with a haunting harmony, which just tickled Charlie to no end.

"Let's try some Celtic stuff," she said. "Those have some kick-ass harmonies!"




Open park is open and Charlie is absolutely willing to be distracted!



[*I think I'm so funny. IYKYK]
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Thor was accompanied to class today by one Dr. Donald Blake, who they had discovered this morning could not be terribly far from Thor. It was an acceptable compromise: at least they both existed, now. If one were to look closely at Dr. Blake, where he sat in the corner of the classroom like he was merely observing for the fun of it, he was carrying an antique cane rather than his usual walking stick, and there was a leafcutter ant riding shotgun, as it were, upon his shoulder.

Thor did not have any animal companionship, but then, Thor wasn't human. Probably that was all.

"Last week," Thor told his students, "We discussed how small events can lead to larger ones: a rain shower to a hurricane, a bit of dust stopping that hurricane from ever happening. And one of you brought up charms, to change the weather, which is what has led us to today's class, which may sound strange coming from a god of storms: you must be very careful in attempting to change the weather. Humans have been attempting such for centuries, first through magic, and now through technology--although they have not gotten very far with that. It is most understandable. They wish to bring rain to end a drought. They wish to turn or disperse a hurricane, so that it does not bring devastation upon them. Someone like myself can do such things easily, but--what then? What further effects are there from the changes you have wrought? Do they lead to something yet worse for someone else, sometime in the future? Remember this above all things: everything is interconnected. Nothing happens in isolation. Not even a lightning strike.

"Now. Does anyone have any questions, or thoughts to share?" 'Where's your daemon?' would not be entertained.

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

Sep. 19th, 2025 09:05 am
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Rey thought the daemon thing was pretty cool. You know who didn't? The woodchucks, who were hiding under a part of the obstacle course where they thought Varlo couldn't get at them.

"He's fine," Rey said, trying to coax them out mostly because she felt bad. "He's not going to hurt you."

"I could still get in there," Varlo said.

"Unhelpful," she told him.

It was really her fault for bringing a coyote in here.


[Open!]
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There were animals with your teachers today. That might have been why a movie was set up instead of any sort of practical driving practice. Because fitting a wolf into a car meant to go on the streets of Fandom was... less than likely.

"It's another one of those days," Jane said, letting out a little sigh as her owl ruffled his feathers on her shoulder in disapproval.

Cara did her best to ignore Vieno rolling on his back, legs in the air like an overgrown puppy begging for belly scritches. "Given the likelihood your... guests won't improve your driving skills, we've decided to go with a movie today."

"So, settle in for it," Jane suggested. "And hopefully things will be back to normal next week."

"Hopefully," Cara added dryly.

Trooper Station, Friday

Sep. 18th, 2025 11:40 pm
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You would think that, being clones, the Troopers would all have identical daemons.

You would be incorrect.

The Trooper Station today was a veritable menagerie of animals Watts had for the most part never heard of before. Well, except for the porg, that was. Who apparently belonged to Calvin? Or Calvin belonged to her? Possibly both?

Look, it was complicated, and even though Jax had tried to explain it, it was a concept Watts was still trying to wrap his head around.

Needful Things; Friday

Sep. 19th, 2025 02:16 am
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The sign was finally gone from the Needful Things window. Perhaps predictably, this was not because Harley had taken it down, but because it had fallen off on its own, and had now taken residence underneath a nearby antique arm chair.

Harley was busy making a new window display out of a bunch of antique candelabras.

After wards, she was looking her set up over with a critical eye, and considering whether she should get actual candles and light them all? Maybe people would be more into buying some fancy candle sticks if they saw them in action, yanno!

(open like a store!)
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Liliana was thrilled to have gotten all the way to the third class of the term before being reminded why depending on the Danger Shop could be a very stupid idea.

She was just going to assume that it was making sure Erasmus didn't miss out on any opportunities to actually learn before Nikodemus got him the charm or whatever. That way she wouldn't scream. Probably.

When the class entered the Danger Shop, they would not discover the regular classroom setup. No, it looked like an old-fashioned movie theater, complete with people hawking popcorn and other refreshments. Liliana was trying to not audibly grind her teeth. "Regardless of what I try to do, the Danger Shop has other plans for us today," she announced. "So instead, we will be watching...whatever the Shop has decided it has in store for us."

And once the class had taken their seats and gotten their refreshments, she hit play to begin...the pilot episode of The Shambling Deceased. Because...sure. That might as well happen.
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Steve and Tony had a slightly rickety gingerbread version of the Avengers Tower in front of them that they were clearly horribly proud of. "Welcome back, everyone!" Steve said with a bright smile. "Welcome to Bread Week."

"We hope you all had fun with your cookie buildings." Or broke them immediately. Which was possible. "We'll get to judging those while you all start on your first bread with sweet bread rolls of any type you'd like."

"Just make sure that they have enough filling," Steve added. Steve still had opinions about pains au chocolat without enough chocolate.

Tony nodded along with that. Chocolate was important. "Following that, we want you all to make us pita. And, for an additional challenge, a tzatziki and hummus."

"I love hummus," Steve said, nodding.

"And. For your homework... we want you to make a braided bread. But a lot of braids." Really sounding like an expert there, Tony.

"The most braids wins," Steve said, nodding.

Not normally how baking class went, but sure!

The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

Sep. 18th, 2025 09:56 am
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"No."

Tiny ignored Thor and kept writing on the specials board.

"Tis an abomination."

Still writing.

"Absolutely not."

Did Thor have any better ideas?

...he did not.

Special
Pumpkin Spiced Latte Brown Ale


The Devil's Nest is open. And seasonal.
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"Today we're gonna begin a little bit of a unit focusing on one city," Raiden told his students today. "I know, I know, there are so many great foods and food cities out there, but--well, seriously, we could've spent the whole semester eating our way through New Orleans. But today we're moving on from New Orleans, and we're going to spend some time exploring Rome.

ExpandItalian food: more than pizza. )

Cafe Fina, Thursday Evening

Sep. 18th, 2025 09:22 am
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It wasn't a special occasion or anything, but Lydia felt it had been quite some time since the Supper Club had graced Cafe Fina and its singing, dancing tableware with their presence. It was quite delightful, and any newer residents of the island were in for a surprise, because she'd neglected to mention it in her missives letting everyone know where to meet.

Welcome to Supper Club, everyone! Try the grey stuff, it's delicious!

Library, Thursday 9/18

Sep. 18th, 2025 09:18 am
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It was cold in the library. Even the gremlins were bundled up while one was trying to explain something to a group of others about how the library works.

Luckily there were blankets in case of Gray visits still and Belle had wrapped herself up in one.

The library was open it was just unreasonably chilly for unknown reasons.

The Photo Hut - Thursday

Sep. 18th, 2025 07:02 pm
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Liz was still feeling rather restless from last week, even though she wanted to try and get as much work as she could done while she was able to come downstairs and work from there.

She was taking it as easy as she could, she was hoping to have everything finished by lunchtime so she could go back upstairs for the rest of the day but she was seeing what she could get done in that time.

[the Photo Hut is open!]
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The blob of... whatever that had been in the display on the lower floor was gone. Which was good as frankly neither Blathers nor Steven had wanted to touch it. They both agreed that it was best not to wonder where it had gotten to and to simply be glad it wasn't around anymore.

The tomato plant upstairs was also... gone? Sort of? Last week it had been tall and fruiting (tomatoing?) Now in its place a tiny sprout remained. Steven had no idea what to make of it and wondered if he should give Nell a call to see if it was all right. But for now it neither seemed hurt nor was hurting anybody, so once again Steven and Blathers left it be.

Otherwise Steven was downstairs at his usual spot behind the Welcome Desk. After making sure the brochure rack was properly filled up, of course.

[open]
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Steve and Danny had caught a few hours of sleep in their office after Jerry had figured out the small carved ivory pieces were pawns from an 11th Century chess set, and Chin set their insane McGuffin database searching to see if something like that had ever been seen in Hawai'i.

(Steve didn't know how Jerry had figured that out about the chess piece. He suspected it had involved a reverse image search on Bing, then a lot of Antiques Roadshow binging.)

He rubbed grit from his eyes and was starting up the coffee when Chin finally called them in with a hit.

"A young Kahala couple--Steve and Marissa Blake--disappeared, along with several high-priced items including an 11th century-style walrus ivory chess set, about eight years ago," he said as the photo of the chess set flickered onto their computer screen. "Look familiar?"

"Yeah, those are identical to the ones we recovered from the mouths of our victims-slash-also murderers," Steve replied. "Were there any suspects in this case?"

"One," Chin said with a pleased smile. "A Pierre Shaw, 32 years old. Recently paroled for possession of stolen goods."

"Looks like we're going to pay a visit," Steve said. "Danno, with me."

Wellspring Arms- Wednesday

Sep. 17th, 2025 10:48 am
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Sabine was trying to get back into a routine again. This was both harder and easier to do when things were pretty consistently quiet, and since it was, she decided she might as well get some shooting practice in. She put the "IN BACK- YELL" sign out and brought a blaster she hadn't used before to test out.

And she was trying to figure out how to keep a cat out of the area. This was not the place. Not the place.


[Open!]

The Perk, Wednesday Afternoon

Sep. 17th, 2025 11:31 am
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"Okay but how 'bout ya put more pumpkin in it?"

"Okay but even more?"

"But even more more?"

"More more mo--"

Hi, yes, Harley was holding at least one barista hostage with the order she was attempting to make. Sometimes you just had to! While leaning way too far over the counter while she did it, too.

Someone come save the barista. Or possibly Harley, depending on how (much more) annoying she got before her latte would be deemed complete.

(open with some slow)

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