Conversational Lithuanian, Tuesday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal nodded and greeted everybody as usual. "Good evening. I had thought to cover sports terms this week in honor of the Olympics, but the island rather changed my mind. So. ( Tonight's vocabulary: )

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Last time the kids showed up, everyone had woken up in a dungeon the next morning, glad the kids weren't around for that. While Kitty was extremely glad that didn't happen again, it meant she was not at all prepared to still feel as bad as she did last night. And now she was stuck with all these Thoughts and everything was terrible.

Finally Kitty just put up a sign.

Come in if you're still sad
:(

Pretend the frowny face was right side up.

Luke's, Tuesday, Feb. 18

[justbeingbay]

Dom had thought the kitchen staff might want to give him the tenth degree about who he was and why he was at the diner, but nope -- they were more interested in showing off pictures of their kids from the weekend. (Dom thought some of them were pretty cute, though he had to really stretch to find a compliment for the tiny ballerina with bright green scales covering her skin.)

Once he'd showed off Luca -- and changed the radio back to a decent station, thank you, small child -- he went out to the counter and started poking at Google. There had to be something on "magical ways to get home when you're in the wrong universe" somewhere on the school multinet.

Today's Specials:
Arroz con Salchichas
Tostones
Besitos de Coco

[OOC: Open diner, no OCD.]

Fandom Post Office, February 18 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

Éponine had, once again, missed out on the chaos of the past several days, but after last year's brush with it she wasn't going to complain about being left out.

She didn't have time to worry about it, in any case; someone had ordered a massive shipment of . . . something, anyway, she couldn't tell what was inside the stack of light but annoyingly large crates stamped OCME and currently occupying the majority of the mail room. Either that or it was a misdelivery, and they never knew which, since with shipments from that company it was an even chance of being one or the other.

The problem was that the one crate out of the entire lot that had the waybill attached to it was somewhere in the middle of the whole damned pile, so if they had any hope of figuring out where all of this was supposed to go they'd have to find that one crate. "Like a quest of some kind," Éponine muttered to herself as she pried crates apart, "only not nearly as interesting as the sort you read about, is it?"

Good thing she was still so scrawny, and could squeeze between crates without having to move them too far, but that didn't stop the entire situation from closely resembling the worst large-scale game of Jenga ever.

The Magic Box, Tuesday

[angelo_wings]

It occurred to Rinoa that she had been in town for days, now, and she had yet to actually open her store. She'd be more upset with herself if it wasn't that she'd been a little distracted. Like with her strange little feather-girl. Of course, the absolute best way to deal with sadness -- like over missing that same strange little feather-girl -- was to make yourself busy.

So today seemed like a good day to start cleaning, and doing inventory, and all of that boring stuff. She wasn't quite ready for the store to be open, but she could at least air the place out and make it presentable.

She didn't bother dressing up all Sorceressy -- that could wait until the grand opening. Besides, feathery dresses were the hardest to clean.

She did have the lights on, and the door unlocked, in case anyone was curious enough to peek in. Maybe she could get an early start on hiring some employees.

In the mean time, she was going to be sniffing skink root with a decided frown. How exactly could you tell if skink root had gone bad? Ugh. Her magic didn't need ingredients, so she had no way of knowing if skink root needed to be fresh. This job might be harder than she'd thought.

(rinoa has in fact bought the MAGIC BOX, woo! no ocd, because the store is not OFFICIALLY OPEN yet, but people are totally welcome to pop by. disclaimer: my work has no internet, so please be willing to roll with the SP from about 3-8ish.)

The Android's Dungeon, Tuesday

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

When they'd come to the island this weekend, Rinoa had asked Squall what he planned to do while he was here. As it turned out, "hang around acting like a bodyguard and wait for something interesting to happen" was the wrong answer.

Squall's favorite things to do were 1) spend time with Rinoa, 2) kill monsters, 3) spend time with Jono or other friends, and 4) collectible card games. 1 was out, 2 wasn't available on Fandom most days, and 3 was not really a full-time job.

And so here he was in the Android's Dungeon, looking around to get a feel for the place. The biggest problem he saw was that there were racks and racks of comic books, but the cards and games were all over in the corner.

(I'm going to need to change that around.)

All told, though, it was a fairly decent space. He could definitely do something with this.

[OCD-free, today. Open! Squall hasn't actually bought the place yet, but there's an NPC clerk for all of your comics, cards, and games needs.]