Conversational Lithuanian, Tuesday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal made sure once again that the signs were up to direct people to the right place, then set up the classroom. When everybody arrived, he was ready.

"Good evening to you all." He nodded. "I hope that anyone who wasn't here last week will introduce yourselves and let me know what sorts of things you might hope to learn in this class. Also, which other languages you might speak; it seems we have a preponderance of Russian in the class."

He smiled and nodded at the folks he'd talked to about that last week. "I thought I would begin by giving you some basic information before starting on vocabulary. Since many of you speak Russian or German, you should at least have some exposure to different cases. Lithuanian has seven. Nominative, accusative, instrumental, dative, genitive, locative, and vocative." He smiled ruefully. "We also have masculine, feminine, and neuter genders, although neuter is not used for nouns."

( He'd get into the four verb moods and twelve cases later. )

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

It was a weird day. Last night's encounter at the Perk had gotten Kitty doing some searching, and guess who seemed to have gotten paired with a supervillain for a teaching buddy! And then Tino kept talking about hearing voices, which Kitty passed off as a Fandom thing though she thought it equally possible that he'd finally just snapped.

So when Tino wasn't talking, Kitty was going to work up a poster for Sunday's party on her computer as an attempt at something normal. Let's see if it'd work.


[My Photoshop is dead so no actual poster but pretend they're around town and advertising for Caritas on Sunday night. La la la handwavy handwavy.]

Luke's, Tuesday, Jan. 14

[justbeingbay]

Bay spent most of her morning in a spirited text exchange with Daphne, ignoring the freezer expedition that was occupying most of the kitchen staff. (Best finds so far: A whole goat and an entire case of dragon fruit.) It turned out that the cost of keeping Carlton open was making the school for the deaf a dumping ground for all the hearing kids who were too much trouble for the other schools. So now there were fistfights every day and nobody was happy.

Bay suspected she shouldn't have been surprised. Eventually, she set her phone aside and joined the next team going into the freezer.

Welcome to Luke's!
Today's specials: Seared scallops with dragon fruit salsa
Jamaican goat curry

[OOC: Open cafe, no OCD!]

the perk ; tuesday afternoon

[necroslacker]

It felt like it had been years since Sam had visited the island. He knew it hadn't been that long but things had changed so much for him that it seemed like it should have been longer. There wasn't any real motivation behind his visit. He'd just been without anything to do and decided a random pop back to the island wouldn't do anyone any harm. He'd thought about bringing Taco with him but decided against it. If he was truly a magic breaking chupacabra, then releasing him on an island full of weird, magical stuff probably wouldn't be a good idea.

Sam found himself at the Perk when he did arrive. From what he recalled, they had the best coffee on the island and he was still waking up. He ordered the largest cup they had before taking a seat at a table near the window. He figured there'd be new faces (and new colors, for him) to give him a reminder that he wasn't getting any younger. Soon, he'd be old enough to start complaining about it. And then Ramon would smack him in the head and he'd stop.

For now, he was going to drink the coffee and go through a few emails on his phone. It was mostly Council related things anyway. They could wait but Sam taking some initiative now.

[Open town post. For those that don't know, Sam's a necromancer who smells strongly of death and blood (if your character can pick those things up) and has a visual ability to pick up normal person versus not so normal and distinguish what they are.]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary returned late last night from an unplanned trip to Las Vegas to deal with Sam's latest crisis (she was nearly committed against her will after insisting that she was seeing her dead ex-husband all over the place – it turned out to be a scam artist wearing a mask).

But now she was back, and the first item she needed to tackle were the guest complaints about room 422 being too noisy. Mary couldn't figure out what the guest was talking about. She'd lived in that room without a problem when she first moved to the island. Besides, there was no one staying in the adjacent rooms to create any noise. But she went ahead and moved the guests to a different room and put the noise complaint out of her mind for now.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Specials:
Corn Fritters with Spicy Zucchini Salsa
Black Bean Soup with Roasted Poblano Chiles
Bell Peppers with Shrimp and Coconut Rice