Fandom Post Office, September 30 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

On the one hand, no one had (so far) attempted to mail any bricks since last week, and that was good. Éponine had absolutely no desire to have to lug those around again. She'd do it, since she got paid to, but she wouldn't remotely enjoy it.

On the other hand . . .

She came in this morning to find a dozen cans of tomato paste had been deposited in the mail slot overnight, each one with a neatly hand-lettered address label affixed to it and (as she discovered with an incredulous laugh after weighing them) enough stamps to cover the exact postal rate. Considering each of the cans had a different destination, some of them in other dimensions where the postal rates were both illogical and hard to look up, this was really an impressive feat.

She was still laughing in disbelief about it by the time she finished processing them, though by lunchtime this would likely turn into a craving for Italian food, and see if she didn't run off to Il Pollo then.

(Spoiler: she would.)

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Today at Caritas, Tino was spending the night filming the zombies for what he claimed was a demo tape. For a reality show. That they were going to shop around to MTV.

Yeah.

Kitty wasn't asking, and was instead going to mind her own business and do her job, and no Tino, she was not going to hand out waivers to customers to use their likenesses on camera.

Trooper Station: Tuesday

[fracknotfrak.livejournal.com]

Any asking Vic about her weekend was getting an automatic "It was fine, thank you".

However since Ralph wasn't being tormented on her shift today, you might think otherwise.

Anyone coming into the office would find Vic with her coffee staring thoughtfully at the door.

The Magic Box [Tuesday]

[pasunereveuse.livejournal.com]

Celia's weekend was still weighing heavily on her mind when she wandered into the Magic Box today. Yes, she got to stay, and yes, she had survived with minimal injury to her person, but she still didn't like how things had gone, especially.

So, she was setting her mind to training, and where better to start than the store where she was immersed in magic all day?

She took a seat behind the counter, and carefully floated half-a-dozen vials across the room, letting them linger in the air a few feet away. She broke them each in turn, then brought the glass back together in careful, precise movements.

She'd be at this for awhile, then she'd move on to enlarging and shrinking them. It was soothing, practicing like this -- and it felt good to do it her own way, like stretching a long-used muscle.

Luke's, Tuesday

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi popped out of the pantry, much to the startlement of one of the cooks.

"Yup, changing days. Deal with it. And we're making pie."

SPECIALS
Peach-blackberry pie
Dragonfruit-strawberry pie
Chocolate-peanut butter pie

The park, Tuesday afternoon

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie had received several large barrels stamped with apples on the side in the mail, today. Which meant two things: one, that it was apple buck season back in Equestria and even though their cider tended to sell out in the matter of a few hours in Ponyville, Apple Jack had still thought to send a bunch to Pinkie here in Fandom; and two, Pinkie now had several barrels of delicious, non-alcoholic* cider to share with all her friends in Fandom!

DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT MEANS?

Pinkie had fully taken over one section of the park. There were picnic tables with festive, autumn leaf themed table clothes and picnicy flatware on them. There were vegetarian** snacks on offer. There was a giant banner reading "HAPPY IMPROMPTU OCTOBERFEST*** PARTY!" in extremely shaky English, with several pictograms, including a cider barrel, some pumpkins, and a grinning Pinkie, underneath.

And there was a line of tapped barrels with handy beersteins**** available to anyone who wanted any.

Which, considering Pinkie hadn't bothered to, say, send out emails or put up posters or make any other invites, might possibly be nopony in particular. But she was perfectly happy serving cider to the flamingoes and the teal deer that always liked to hang out with her when she was in a good***** mood, anyway.

* We're reasonably certain, anyway. Sure, it's carbonated enough to have a head on it, but the Flim-Flam brothers were making it fresh!

** Ponies don't eat meat. You're lucky it's not all made of flowers and hay.

*** Yes, it's still September. But human months don't make any sense to Pinkie, anyway. They barely even follow the moon!

**** But, you know, for non-alcoholic cider. Probably.

***** Babbling.

[ooc: Because Pinkie needs to throw more parties. And also has the attention span of a gnat crossed with a goldfish.]