Fandom Post Office, June 16 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

Éponine had noticed the odd, irregular rhythm of popping noises coming from one corner of the post office as soon as she came in this morning. She hadn't paid too much mind to it, though, since as far as she was concerned that was hardly odd at all by general Fandom standards.

She regretted that, somewhat, when it came time to sort mail into people's boxes and she opened one PO box door to an avalanche of popcorn.

"How do you like that!" she exclaimed, in between mouthfuls of the popcorn she'd promptly scooped up and started eating. (It was a really large pile, already about knee-high, and more trickling out of the mailbox all the time.) "That box hasn't given me trouble before now."

She really barely regretted it at all, to be honest.

[OOC: No OCD, open post, so much popcorn.]

Freedom Arms | Tuesday

[no-i-in-york.livejournal.com]

So York may have owned this store now but that didn't mean he knew how to run it. He had spent years being a thief for a living so going on the straight and narrow was harder that it sounded. Luckily Delta thrived in such an environment and helpfully suggested the first thing they do was take inventory of what they had.

"Fine, but if there's spreadsheets involved it's all you," York mumbled to the AI as he got out a legal pad and a pen. "Let's see what we have here..."

Around Town Tuesday...

[buzzkillcaptain.livejournal.com]

Dipper was spending his day going around the town and dorms posting flyers.

Love Halloween?

THEN YOU'LL LOVE SUMMERWEEN!

(It's like Halloween but in the Summer!)

Come wearing costumes and enjoy Halloween!

But in the summer!

Thursday, June 18th in the Evening!

No loser candy allowed!

Stark Industries, Tuesday

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

With the portal reliably working if not completely up to the power levels she needed yet, it was time for Jessica to focus on one of the other aspects of her search for her home Earth. She still had the device from the fight with Verna that let her determine the coordinates of somebody's home dimension. In theory, that would help her cut through a lot of fine tuning. In theory.

The difference was that while Verna spent plenty of time going from world to world, Earth-001 was still her home base. She could get a better reading from there. Jessica had been in Fandom for months, and Fandom was weird. There was so much noise in the readings that she was having to really work on the data to get a good signal.

Sometimes even inter dimensional exploration came down to staring at a computer screen.

Anyway, Starks was also open.

Luke's, Tuesday

[geniuswithasmartphone]

They were still playing that song. On repeat. Hardison wasn't entirely sure how they could stand it. Like, he loved Eliot and he could barely handle the entire song once through. It had been different watching him perform it live, obviously, but without the crowd's enthusiasm and actually getting to watch Eliot sing and play, Hardison was about ready to short out every speaker in the damn restaurant. He'd already tried getting rid of the videos of 'Kenneth Crane's' comeback one at a time, now he needed to get a little more drastic.

So if Youtube inexplicably went offline today, everyone would understand why, right? Hardison was going to hunt down every video of that damn song and erase it from existence.

...Except for his.

Today's Specials
Moxie Baked Beans
Apple Cider Donuts
Coffee Milk
Egg Cream

Hardison was very much trying to distance himself with all things country for awhile.

The Park, Tuesday Afternoon

[spin_kick_snap]

Kathy had to meet up with Eliot to return Val, but she figured that she and the puppy had time for at least one more walk together. So after strapping on her ATs and grabbing an ice cream cone from Chilly Boulder, she headed over to the park to run about with Val and maybe toss a ball around for her to fetch. It seemed like an appropriately summery thing to do, didn't it? One of those scenarios that came right out of a Rockwell painting.

If one ignored the trio of squirrels hanging out in a tree passing a nipper bottle of rum around and a teal deer that had wandered out of the preserve.

[Open!]