Fandom Post Office, Thursday

[doesnotkneel]

First week of classes had started. Which, Edward was fairly certain there'd been one about ponies he'd gone to, but it had been odd and...

... well, it was Fandom. It had been odd.

Thursday meant it was time for a day's work, however. This time around, he was largely stuck indoors, sorting pens. Yes, pens. Someone had shipped in over a hundred pens packed individually, each with a different name on it. "This is the Devil's work," Edward sighed, as he stared at a blue one and an indigo one and tried to decipher the handwriting.

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Groovy Tunes, Thursday

[bestatmystery]

The store's stereo system was back to playing 90s German techno again. Lottie was not really amused by it.

"You couldn't at least make it Ramstein?"

[Open!]

Luke's, Thursday

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"See, cause it's back to school theme," the busboy bragged.

"Yeah, I got it," Hardison sighed.

"We've been doing it all week," the busboy continued, oblivious to Hardison's clear desire to be left alone with his laptop. "Taking traditional cafeteria meals and making them here, but better."

"Caught that all on my own, yup."

"I mean, obviously the meals are going to be better here. What can a bunch of old lunch ladies make that we can't? I mean, besides anything involving the phrase 'mystery meat'?"

Hardison just groaned and buried his face with his hand. If there was some kind of feud between Luke's staff and the cafeteria workers at the school, he neither wanted to know about it or be involved.

Today's Specials
Meatloaf
Tater Tots
Side Salad
Chocolate Pudding

[No OCD]

Stark Industries - Thursday

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

So Tony had warned Barry about not blowing anything up when he had first taken the job. Luckily Tony had said nothing about accidentally opening portals to other dimensions. Which Barry had.

Also on the lucky side, Barry had not opened a portal to evil dimension. Nope. Just a dimension of goldfish that could swim through the air. Of which a small school was currently swarming around Barry as he tried to close the portal.

"Jesus fucking Christ! Go swim somewhere else God fucking damn it!"

Unluckily Barry had no patience for flying goldfish.

Android's Dungeon

[buzzkillcaptain.livejournal.com]

After going through the comic pull lists and cleaning up the store, Dipper sat behind the counter with a stack of graph paper and several actuarial tables as he began drawing up a new scenario for his favorite game Dungeons, Dungeons and More Dungeons. It was an intricate piece of work that involved many horrible monsters and mathematical formulas.

Being the nerd he was, Dipper was in a state of geeky bliss.

Trooper Station, Thursday

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

With the reunion coming up, the troopers were concerned that there would be some mayhem, or at least shenanigans,most they put in a special order of new clones to help them patrol for a few days. Unfortunately, things got a little confused, typos were made, and, well, today a big crate of different colognes arrived.

The most immediate consequences were that the troopers smelled much more strongly than usual and Jessica was wearing a trooper helmet for the ventilation system so she could breathe. Fun day.

All around Fandom, starting at the school gates, Thursday afternoon

[tigerundercover]

Raven waited for Eggsy by the school gates, mimicking a cute little sundress for the occasion. As much as he might appreciate it, there were plenty of other people who might not be into Raven walking around town all day in a swimsuit, after all.

Plus, you know, cute dress!

"Fair warning," Raven told Eggsy when he arrived. "There's really not that much town to show."

[ooc: for the one mentioned, and whatever degree of SP is deemed necessary.]

The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

[justlurkinghere]

There was a shipment of 'Hallowine' behind the bar when Derek arrived. No, he didn't know what that was. And no, he didn't really want to know either.

And yet there he was, opening one to sniff at it suspiciously. It was pumpkin pie spiced, sugary alcohol that would probably end up causing all the hangovers if consumed.

Which would be why Derek took a hesitant sip before remembering that he made bad choices. Always. The bottle went down the drain and the rest could wait for the next bartender to deal with.

Caritas, Thursday

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara was behind the bar and working on lesson plans between serving drinks.

The flamingo was still there and attempting to work the beer taps. Tino was glaring at the flamingo.

"It can stay as long as it wants," she told him. "It's more help than you are sometimes."

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