Fandom Post Office, November 24 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

There was a very large blanket fort behind the counter today. It wasn't Éponine's doing -- in this case she rather suspected the post office itself -- but by 10 AM, after she'd already had to explain to no less than three separate people that they absolutely could not mail live turkeys, she didn't care which dimension they were supposed to go, she was giving serious consideration to using it.

Probably until after the new year.

Well, she might track those people down later and let them know she knew of someone who'd deliver those live turkeys for them. Just -- cough -- unofficially.

But that was beside the point, because it was about to be the most hectic time of year. She felt this justified ice cream for lunch. Which she was eating. In the blanket fort.

The Arms Hotel, Tuesday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

With the holidays approaching, Mary was trying to eat healthy. But maybe she was taking things just a little too far when she suggested that Gunther substitute scrambled tofu for the eggs that were normally on her room service tray. She had no idea that Gunther would react so violently to the suggestion -- or that he would lecture her at the top of his lungs for hours as she tried to get some work done at the front desk.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Specials
Scrambled <unreadable smudge>
Hash Browns
Turkey Bacon
Turkey Sausage

[Open! The OCD is jogging off the extra calories.]

Trooper Station - Tuesday

[fracknotfrak.livejournal.com]

It's not even Thanksgiving yet and already Vic was fielding calls from the public.

"Let me get this straight. You want me to have a trooper on call in case tiny chickens in capes show up next month?"

Some people liked to get their complaining done early to avoid the holiday rush.

"I fucking hate this island."

Vic was unwittingly in on it too. Trooper station is open and Vic is grumpy. In other words, everything is normal.

For Fandom.

Stark Industries, Tuesday

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

Jessica was taking a break from her jail thoughts today to work on something a little different. She managed to get her hands on some SHIELD tech that could grant brief intangibility through mechanical means. She spent her morning recalibrating that on a dummy to provide a steady phased state.

Then the afternoon became about trying to short that out. Aside from just unplugging the tech, of course. Or waiting for the motor to die, which it eventually did. She wasn't able to come up with anything definite, but working out the principles did start her on another line of thought. If Kitty was visible, light was still able to hit her. What if something could be done to light to suppress powers in a person's genetic structure? Jessica was aware of similar concepts of power suppression, mostly used in the Sentinel camps during the Civil War in her world a couple years ago. But this would be less about having racist robots enslaving people and more about temporary power suppression.

And maybe that could be used for the most powerful criminals who attack Fandom....

It all came back around, and that meant Jessica would be dealing with tissue samples and theoretical genetics late into the night.

The shop was open. And it would continue to be open late.