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There was actually very little left to do before tomorrow, so it was nice to get a little bit of time to relax. Well, relaxing around getting some training time while she still had easy access to the warehouse.

And after said training time, she headed to the Perk, because in her mind her time with pumpkin spice lattes was limited, because she had not googled anything like "Seattle coffee scene" and she'd be around caf soon enough and that was always superior. She got her drink, took a seat by the window, and just watched what was happening outside. It didn't even matter if nothing was happening out there at the moment or not, she was still going to miss it.

[Open with probable SP! Rey's last open post in Fandom for who knows how long!]

okteiviakom

Octavia's birthday on Sunday had come and gone, and all the celebration with it. So she'd thought, anyway, until her phone had rang earlier in the day on Wednesday:

Gloria, proclaiming herself to be fashionably late to wishing her a happy 35th. Calling her 'wildcat', as usual. Telling her all the latest about Aaron, and how everything was going. Asking about the island, their life, all the typical things. Somehow both a little gruff and sincere in wanting to hear the answers.

Weird how a phone call could feel like home, or something even less tangible than that, lost a very long time ago.

It was a thoughtful Octavia that turned up for her shift this week, but maybe in a... somewhat softer way than usual.

[ooc: Open!]

stykera

It was warm and it was sunny and there was no reason to be indoors right now. So Stark was hanging out in the park this afternoon with an iced coffee and no real plan in mind.

The birds were in the pond, the squirrels were probably everywhere, and there were no raccoons in sight. It was a lovely day for a walk in the park. Maybe he'd even run into someone. But if nothing else he could enjoy the warmth and the sunshine.

He really should, he thought, look into getting a dog. Then he'd have someone to walk with.

[open park is open of course!]

weirderthanthou

Were you still hungry? Fandom would offer up one last chance to fill your pockets with food for the weekend.

Yes, it was brunch time, and all the pumpkins had been repurposed as lights, dangling from the trees. The spread was bountiful.

Time to eat.

weirderthanthou

Fandom had a reputation to uphold. Visitors needed to be greeted in style.

Admittedly, someone might have gone a little over the top this time. Did those hot chocolate and hot cider stands really need to be made out of van-sized carved pumpkins?

Apparently.

But hey, a free spread was a spread, right?

pocketpretzels

Once again, Watts did not have any guests. Once again, he was feeling Some Kind of Way about it.

The Troopers were trying to help by pointing out they didn't have any guests either (because all their brothers were dead). It... didn't really help, no.

thatwaslucky

Rey didn't have anyone coming this weekend, since there wasn't really a point and her place was as basically cleared out of everything that would welcome guests. She was also thinking about going to the event, but didn't want to get in the way of anything, so she headed down to the beach rather than the park. She could have gone to the warehouse, but she'd been spending a lot of time there and she was sentimentally trying to visit more of the town.

She sent a message about where she was, and picked up her lightsaber to start doing drills. Sand was fine if you were her.

[Open!]

weirderthanthou

Clearly it was unavoidably fall now, because while the weather wasn't exactly chilly, Parents Weekend had rolled around once more - and with it, picnic tables and name tags and great potential for surprise/confusion/joyful reunions among residents and guests alike.

Handcrafted paper leaves sat on all the tables. They had also been glued to trees, benches, and just about anything else with a liberal coating of glittery glue.

There was also a banner in Fandom's colors floating above the tables, of course:

WELCOME TO PARENTS WEEKEND 2026!
eat all you like

Come meet your people! Or just to grab some free snacks.

[[ if you haven't received an email from us, your guests are good to go! ]]

hasaknightjob

Neither Steven nor Marc had any visitors coming. But that didn't rule out that others might, nor that said others might wish to stop in at the museum.

As such, Steven spent his day making sure that things looked their best. Including restocking the souvenirs should anyone wish to buy them.

This fortunately kept him near the Welcome Desk, should anyone have need of him.

[open]

spin_kick_snap

Ugh. Today had been a rough therapy day and Kathy stalked into the bar in a bad mood. Not that anything Dr. Alighieri had said had been untrue, unfair, or even wrong but that didn't make it any easier for Kathy to hear. And certainly hadn't inclined her to liking it. Between that and the upcoming weekend, Kathy was just not here for bullshit tonight.

Which led to her flinging a towel at Tiny and announcing she was going to do beginning-of-the-month inventory in the back. Was that a real thing? How about you shut up.

Welcome to the Devil's Nest. Tiny would take your order

deathsmajesty

So Parents Weekend was coming up shortly. She wasn't teaching this semester, so was there really a reason to stick around and chance Jace and his little do-gooder friends showing up? On the other hand, leaving might not stop them from visiting and just leave them visiting unsupervised.

Both horrible thoughts. And excellent reasons to never get involved with people. They came to your nice house and bothered you. Ugh.

betterthanaplan

You know what Duke hadn't done in a long time? Beach yoga.

It was a sunny day, warm without being hot. The absolute picture of an early fall day. Duke was out on the sand with his mat, barefoot and wearing cropped pants and a tank top, working through a simple warm up flow.

He hadn't even tried a good inverted balance in a while. He was desperately out of shape!

[Open! Come to do yoga or just to ogle, I do not judge.]

grenadesandohana

Steve was supposed to be doing his annual ethics and cybersecurity training, but those were super boring, even on a scale of boring training classes.

Instead he was watching someone move a giant zucchini on Instagram--time, he felt, much better spent.

Please, please, someone commit a crime.

totalwildcard

FREE CANDY WITH EVERY PURCHASE, proclaimed a sign in the Needful Things window.

The fact that said candy was stale and currently in a questionable bucket on the checkout counter was not something Harley had deemed worth advertising. Buyer beware!

(open, ofc)

thatwaslucky

Rey had never lived anywhere that made moving anything but a ten-minute activity, max. (For her stuff; getting the Resistance from base to base was a different story.) A lot of her personal items had sort of migrated over to Adrian's house over time, but there was still the matter of furniture. Or how to best move the Jedi texts and artifacts she'd collected. Sure, she could have Chewie store them, but she kept them with her specifically because of how often the Falcon got shot at, and maybe ancient things shouldn't live there.

Thanks to the Resistance she was more used to dealing with the personal aspect of this sort of thing, but she still didn't want to have the conversation. Therefore, she was taking advantage of the wall to work out some energy.

pocketpretzels

Watts was munching on the pumpkin candy he'd spent a good portion of yesterday stuffing his pockets with as he listened to the Troopers debate the merits of two different kinds of candy that apparently shared the same name.

"Doesn't that get confusing?" he asked Ralph.

Ralph shrugged. "Nah. The chocolate ones are pretty hard to find, apparently they're not made in this country at all," he said, tossing a box in Watts's direction.

"Huh," Watts said, opening the box and looking inside. "Chocolate beans."

rebelseekspizza

Pumpkin-shaped candy soared through the air at a perfectly horizontal angle and struck a tree.

"Sssensational!" Dante called, landing on both feet on the grass. "Aw, still got it." Beside him, Ronin barked excitably, tail wagging. Kathy hadn't been lying; he really did take himself for walkies sometimes.

He'd been on the island for a month. He hadn't gotten laid and there hadn't been anything to fight. Even the thick blanket of tired that sat on Dante's shoulders most of the time couldn't muffle the ensuing jitters.

He was a physical guy. He also needed walkies.

"Your turn, Ronin," he said, beaming at the dog for one second. Then he dashed across the lawn at impossible speed, dodging candy on the way. "C'mon. Set me up!"

The dog barked again, happy, and reared up, swatting at a piece of incoming candy. Dante jumped, kicking out, and-- bam.

"Stylish, if I do say so myself!"

'Fun' was a big word for anything these days. But damn, was it nice to move.

[[ open. Ronin modded with permission ]]

okteiviakom

Much like class earlier in the day, Octavia's shift at the Nest was looking a little rum-forward. It was mostly a coincidence: sure, Octavia had been thinking of focusing on a rum cocktail or two, but also there just seemed to be a lot more rum around than there tended to be most weeks.

So much so that it seemed like a good idea to make use of the specials board to make something clear to the local... population of journalists.

Like so:

NOTE FOR SQUIRRELS
THE RUM IS NOT FOR YOU
UNLESS SPECIFICALLY STATED

There, that should do it. The Devil's Nest was open.

[ooc: Open, and I'll stop spamming now. *flops*]

sairis

There was a...thing in the window. It said it was going cheap.

Sairis was side-eyeing it. Whatever it was, he wanted nothing to do with it. And apparently nobody else had, either.

He thought about it, found a box, wrapped it up, and changed the sign.

Free mystery gift with any purchase, while we have it!

Maybe that would help?

deathsmajesty

"Oh...no," Liliana said, wiping her hand on her gown. "Oh, I don't like this at all."

'This' was her latest shipment, an odd little device with no clues as to its provenance. It was funny; as a necromancer, Liliana came in contact with all kinds of substances, many of them foul and noxious, but she couldn't think of a single one that had invoked such a vigorous nope reaction in her as this thing did.

She set it in the window with a sign that said For sale--Cheap! on it, and then spent the rest of the day trying to get it just a little further away from her.

apologizeswithpie

The model of Fandom island wasn't made of clay. That had been Gregorith's original idea because it was his preferred medium, but he realized it'd be too heavy, though he had used it to make the molds. It wasn't to scale precisely, and he'd made himself draw the line at those lights that turn on when you push a button to indicate certain locations. Instead he'd made a key and marked out places of current and historical interest. The places where the island had expanded for instance.

Currently heavily wooded areas like the Preserve were just painted green, but he figured if he wound up staying after his year was up, he might try to add little trees.

He'd been here all night setting it up in a convenient spot in the lobby, but he'd pulled all nighters before in far more stressful situations. So he felt confident he could still facetime with Angel as she plied his wares back in the Afterlife for the craft show.

He hoped Cthulhu liked the birdbath.

knightinshinarmor

It was far too nice a day out to stay cooped up inside, so Remy and his cats had headed out to get some fresh air.

Well, Remy was here for fresh air. His cats were here for sunbeams and attempted flamingo murder.

"Ah, Lucifer," Remy called, from where he was sprawled on a handy bench, watching the feathers fly. "Careful, homme, I don't think you want to end up in the drink."

Lucifer (the cat) paid him no mind, pounced at a flamingo, and ended up waving his orange tail amongst the cattails lining one corner of the pond. He crawled back out, dripping, and sat down to groom himself as though going for a swim had been the plan all along.

Remy, Oliver, and Figaro exchanged glances. "Uh huh," Remy said. "Sure you did."

[Open! It's been a Week. Who's up for role-playing pet antics with me?]

hasaknightjob

The museum got all sorts of catalogues that companies thought they'd be interested in. This week seemed to focus a great deal on ideas for children.

One about something called Bug Scouts got a rather clear vote of no from Blathers, so Steven put that one into the recycle bin.

Another was about interactive museum displays that encouraged little ones to learn. Steven took his time reading through that one. He didn't know if any of the ideas would get implemented in this museum, but if nothing else it was fun to imagine his and Llewellyn's possible children using such things.

Steven was, of course, interruptible should anyone need him.

[open]

retired_queen

Leda hadn't realized how much she'd missed Mooby's fries until she returned to Fandom and had them for the first time in...longer than she cared to contemplate. She'd felt only a little weird about first getting a burrito from the burrito place and then getting her drink and side from Mooby's.

She didn't feel guilty at all about using a bit of shield magic to keep the seagulls away while she enjoyed her dinner, and the cloudy fall weather. The food was good, but she still felt a bit moody, and appreciated the boardwalk and gloom for accommodating her. She liked strolling along, imagining herself in an old emo music video, and it amused her that at the same time she was eating.

"Maybe a Weird Al music video." she mumbled.

[Open!]

spin_kick_snap

Kathy had her phone out, staring at a text string that had abruptly stopped one day. Well, not completely stopped. There were multiple messages from her after that last response. The first were concerned, leaning towards frantic, and then the slow realization that this number would probably never reach out to her again.

It hurt, the number of random disappearances from her life. The ones who left without an answer, a reason. At least in LA, if somebody stopped responding to your messages, you could just assume an ex had gotten them. In other places, it was just a lingering question with too many potential answers.

I miss you.

A stupid message to send, especially since she'd already accepted there would never be a response. But Kathy was aware she did many stupid things, and unlike most of those, this one was relatively harmless.

Message sent, she slid her phone back under the bar and went to stack more glasses. Tiny wasn't going to build the highest pyramid this week.

rebelseekspizza

Dante was getting antsy.

The island had never been his favorite place in the world. And now he was here, for weeks, with nothing to kill and no hook-ups, just a lot of rattling thoughts in his head he couldn't get rid of.

So fuck it. He was going to lean into it. He was gonna go full nostalgia.

... and that's how he wound up on top of the Kwik Stop. Taking a nice seat, letting his legs dangle over the edge. Beer in hand. And--

"Holy cat!"

-- a very old cat settling down on the roof beside him.

At least he could play pretend with his stupid nerves for a while longer, if the universe was set on making his nostalgic dreams come true.

[[ open ]]

thatwaslucky

Rey wasn't spending a ton of time at her place, which might have been why she only really considered the giant weapons cabinet that had been there since she left Beau's universe with an arsenal. She liked it! But she hadn't used the weapons since then.

So, thanks to some handy telekinesis, she'd brought the cabinet down to the warehouse. This had to be a better place for it, right? There'd nearly been an incident around the ice at the door, but it was okay.

She got it set up and surveyed the area... and decided it needed a woodchuck-proof lock.

pocketpretzels

The Troopers were all clustered around Calvin's mobile telephone today, snickering at something. Near as Watts could tell, the amusement stemmed from some sort of game the Troopers were playing involving building settlements of some sort, and Calvin had designed his to evoke particular vulgar imagery.

[ooc: inspired by a new base-building feature introduced in a game I play, where multiple people immediately started using the road pieces to draw dicks.]

rebelseekspizza

Bob Barbas had taught Dante a valuable lesson about the value of a different perspective, once. Maybe it was that that drove him to Loon Drive that morning. Or maybe he was just sick of staring at the walls of his hotel room.

Who knew?

He'd gone there, was the thing. He'd packed beer. He'd taken one look up at the tall wall surrounding the school grounds, and then he'd pushed off. Taken a jump, taken another jump in mid-air, and landed right there. On a choice spot, on top of the wall.

He sat down, legs dangling off the edge on the townside, and peered down.

Well. It was definitely a cool angle, at least. He cracked open the first can and took a thoughtful swig.

"At least I feel like the early bird."

[[ open ]]

napking

"No, I--I understand that you still have a lot of coconut left over from the weekend. I just--does it need to be whole wheat? That sounds...healthy."

Will It Waffle? Wednesday Special
Whole Wheat Coconut Waffles

Over Easy was open and Gray was losing.

witchoftheflesh

It was autumn! Adrian's favorite season. The days were still hot here in Baltimore, but in Massachusetts, he knew the air would be crisp, the leaves starting to change, the very earth changing beneath his feet. But even this small garden could feel the change in seasons, and so he was here, chatting with the plants and preparing them for the coming chill.

sairis

Sairis set up his sign in the window, dusted the shelves, then eyed the box for this week. It was...leaky.

Edging closer to it and avoiding the trickle of water from one corner, he opened it up.

He blinked.

An octopus blinked back from its tank inside the box. Then it reached out with one tentacle and closed the box back over itself.

Sairis went to do something else.

spin_kick_snap

Well. So Dante was on the island now. Fine and good. Good and fine. Seemed like a particularly cruel practical joke by the universe, but why wouldn't she be used to that by now anyway?

Whatever. She had way more important things to focus on now anyway. She'd brought all of her old notes from her Child Psychology and Trauma class from social work master's degree and was going through them in between customers. She was almost done with the text of her first book and she wanted to make sure that she'd woven all the points she'd wanted to make into the narrative.

"Hey Tiny, wanna do the 5-4-3-2-1 exercise? Yeah, I didn't think so."

throughaphase

As with the start of any school year, Kitty had been dealing with a sick kid, and she could not express how glad she was to be at work. She loved her daughter! And yet if she was asked for one more thing (which was always at least eight things), she was going to cry. Or lock herself in a closet. Something.

Did anyone need a drink? Kitty would make alllll the drinks.

[Open!]

deathsmajesty

Another absurd stint as a cat had been immediately followed by a flight off plane for a bit as Liliana and Ignis decided an impromptu trip to Eos to let her work through her aggravations in some tombs before engaging in an otherwise delightful holiday. But while Liliana had made wonderful inroads of Ignis' sense of duty, the bulk of it still remained and, lo, here she was, once again behind the counter at her shop.

She would declare it a terrible way to spend a Monday, but a) it was a terrible way to spend any day, and b) she was happily once again less aware of clocks and calendars and here on a Monday by chance alone.

[I once again return to the world of the 'having a bit of free time and brain! Let's see how long it lasts!]

thatwaslucky

Somehow, going against everything that had been agreed upon at the start, Rey had an anniversary happening today. Which was amazing and also a little terrifying for a few reasons, but she was really, really looking forward to getting off of work and heading off for date night.

Of course today was also turning out to be pretty busy, but not in the way that made the day go faster. Would there come a point where she actually got to leave early? Hopefully! Let's see!

joan_of_bark

The heart of summer had come and gone, and nature itself began its slow, inexorable walk towards slumber. That meant work in the marsh, of course. But sometimes, Pam liked a breather elsewhere, in different ecosystems.

Feeling a different sense of life.

So she came back to Fandom that Sunday. And now she was here, strolling through the park. Letting her hands settle on the bark of the trees, rummage through the leaves of the bushes. Feel the grass beneath her feet.

Fandom Island was alive, too. And she couldn't help herself but coax it along, to tell the branches to rid themselves of their dying leaves, to nudge perennials to anchor themselves more strongly in better soil, to prompt the seeds to spread.

Most of all, she was just enjoying herself.

[[ open ]]

napking

Gray was back at Over Easy, exactly as he'd always been!

...well, almost exactly as he'd always been. There was the addition of one eensy-weensy little giant gnarly scar across his neck as if someone had cut his throat, since that was exactly what had happened. Let's hear it for witches, who didn't have the same healing limitations as his brethren, or he'd be super toast!

"Yeah, the summer was kind of...eventful. But I'm back now! How did your summer go? What fun Will It Waffle Wednesdays did you...what do you mean you guys didn't keep up with Will It Waffle Wednesdays?" How could they?

Special
S'mores Waffles with Nutella and Toasted Coconut

Over Easy is open!

thatwaslucky

The fun thing about the changes to the course was that it really was fun. It wasn't extremely different, but it was enough of a change that Rey was very much kept on her toes as she couldn't just rely on habit. And sure, maybe it meant she fell on the pop ups again because she was off rhythm, but she couldn't be annoyed because that was the point.

She'd be annoyed in a few weeks when she was used to it and still made mistakes.

Maybe she'd run it again when she was done.

[Open!]

pocketpretzels

It was the kind of day where Watts was once again seriously contemplating taking a nap under his desk.

Unfortunately the citizens of Fandom had other ideas, as the phone was continually ringing with reports of garden gnome related shenanigans.

okteiviakom

TONIGHT'S SPECIAL
Jack Rose

Hey, Octavia had gone to class earlier in the day, and while she hadn't learned a new drink just yet, she'd at least been reminded of one that she knew how to make, so. Might as well make it a special for the night, apparently.

(Might as well have a special for once, more like.)

Octavia was in, and so were a variety of drink options.

[ooc: I am on vacation and thus the slowest thing on the planet, but this post is open with that in mind!]

sairis

Sairis had class today. He wasn't entirely sure how he kept ending up in Anakin's classes, but if nothing else, it ought to help him learn to keep his temper under control.

After that, though, he was going to work. There were shelves to dust, charms to make, and boxes to unpack.

This one, when he opened it, had...a turtle.

He blinked. The turtle blinked back.

"Well, at least you're slower than that mouse."

He tried to pick it up, then jumped back when it snapped at him. He tried again and jumped back again. "Apparently, the slowness of turtles has been overestimated."

He sighed and took out his phone to look up how to calm a turtle down. Then he'd find out what he ought to do with it.

rebelseekspizza

Dante wasn't surprised that Portalocity didn't seem to be able to make it to his home dimension all of a sudden. His arrival here - with the job all set up for him, and the hotel that had seemed prepared - followed all the basic steps of the 'Fandom wants you here' tango.

It was exhausting. But then a lot of shit was.

So he wound up sitting by the window at Chilly Boulder with a giant strawberry sundae in front of him, scrolling through Patty's copious texts. Mostly about her life with her mom now that she'd moved back in, school, all the works. Some of them concerned about how he was stuck here.

His feelings about being here while she'd just moved out and into her mom's were complicated, to say the least. But there was nothing you couldn't muffle by shoving a few spoonfuls of ice cream into it. So that was what he was gonna do.

Maybe a trip to the liquor store later.

[[ open ]]

retired_queen

There was a lot to unpack, from far less time having elapsed between visits to Fandom than Leda had thought, to the island apparently deciding she'd be staying longer than she'd intended and teaching a class.

That on top of everything that had happened back home, but Leda was distracted.

She was wading, and it seemed to her that the water was entirely too warm. It wasn't uncomfortable, but wasn't the surf supposed to be cooler than the air? She'd lost track of events on Earth, was this part of the apocalypse she'd thought was coming?

[Maybe the Chesapeake Bay isn't actually that warm, but the Atlantic sure seemed too warm than was natural. Anyway, post is open.]

my_own_advocate

"I'm sorry, we have an excess delivery of... what, exactly?"

"Rhubarb?"

"What on Earth do you expect me to do with five hundred kilos of rhu-- oh, for Me's sake. Tiny, just put it on the specials board, will you?"

If anyone needed Lucifer, he'd be at the bar, attempting to figure out how to juice a rhubarb properly.

WELCOME TO THE DEVIL'S NEST!
Today's special:
Rhubarb Sour

The Devil is In

[[ open ]]

knightinshinarmor

"The hell is that?"

This was what Remy got for showing up two weeks in a row. Creepy, staring bears.

They were everywhere today. All looking more than a little worse for wear. A beaten up teddy bear was seated directly in the middle of the checkout counter, single remaining eye seeming to follow Remy wherever he went in the store.

Remy was pretty used to stuffed toys. The love of his life was kind of aggressively touch-starved for a large portion of her life and as such had quite the collection of them, well into adulthood.

These were not Rogue's adorable pile of fluff. These were the dystopian-alternate-universe version of Rogue's adorable pile of fluff.

So yeah! There's a sale on slightly cursed teddy bears.

[open!]

thatwaslucky

Rey was still taking care of a plant. And while she was enjoying quality time with Boston, she was becoming Concerned. And yet she knew there wasn't actually anything she could do.

So here she was. In the warehouse. She had the holocron on, doing drills along a Jedi Master old enough that she didn't think Anakin would even remember, thinking about how she actually really hated this form.

[Open!]

betterthanaplan

Duke came in with a big cooler, which he plopped down in the kitchen in front of Gus, his cook.

"Shrimp," he announced. "Waaaaay too much of it. That chick who was obsessed with shrimp still live on the island?"

Gus didn't know. Neither did Ali the dishwasher or Billy, the busboy.

"Well, whatever," Duke decided. "Find something to do with it all, would you?"

And he headed to his office to work on the endless pile of nonspecific paperwork which had utterly buried his desk.

Today's specials
CATCH OF THE DAY!
Shrimp pizza

Luke's was open.

hasaknightjob

Steven hummed a song to himself as he worked in his usual spot behind the Welcome Desk. There was no particular reason he could name for his good mood. Perhaps there was something happy happening somewhere out in the multiverse. ~~The birthday of the person who played his husband, as for example.~~

Regardless, Steven was cheerful in a way that could not be thwarted by things like realizing he had no idea where he'd put the replacements for the tape dispenser. Or, for that matter, if he'd remembered to order them.

...he hadn't accidentally thrown them out, had he?

He was happy to be interrupted by any visitors who needed him, of course.

[open!]

sairis

After class, Sairis showed up to work still a bit stoked from winning (and a little bit suntanned). He added some text to his sign and put it in the window again:

Charms and potions available!
Fertility and antifertility, concentration, and more!
Get ready for your break or next semester!

Then he made tea and unpacked the latest box. As soon as he opened it, a mouse jumped out, and Sairis barely escaped being impaled on its tiny sword.

"Hey!"

The mouse, it turned out, was more confused than anything.

"Sorry, I have no idea how you got here, but I can try and help you get back. Can I carry you to the desk? We can take some notes on where you belong."

So that's what he would be doing for this afternoon, apparently.

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