Stark Industries, Friday

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Peridot was the tiniest bit fed up with being the shortest thing in the entire workplace over at Stark Industries. She didn't mind that a lot of the tools were almost comically oversized for her little hands, no. She made do with whatever she could make work, and the fact that she wasn't familiar with the proper use of about half of it meant that improvisation was her best friend, here.

Even when JARVIS advised against it.

But coming in and looking up at the bottom of the workbench every Friday was starting to get to her, and having to move the step ladder around just so that she could get to a different part of the table was driving her insane.

So today was being spent drawing up blueprints for workbenches with legs that automatically adjusted their height to optimally suit the person working at them, because Peridot was a Gem, dammit, and what Gems did best was adapt their environments to suit their needs.

Or at least make plans to do so.

[OOC: Open for the Friday employment SP boogie.]

Community Center Class: Flavors, Food Choices, and Menu Planning

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Hannibal wasn't up front when people came in today; instead he was at a table, setting out food.

"Since yesterday was a United States holiday for which food is important, and certain foods are traditional, I thought that we would take a break to see the end product of the things we've been discussing in class."

In other words, Thanksgiving dinner one day late.

There were pumpkin ginger soup; roasted beets, carrots, and fennel; candied brussels sprouts; spiced cranberry relish; homemade rolls; yams with pecans; buttery mashed potatoes; and pecan pumpkin cheesecake.

"Enjoy."


[Late for class means you get t-day dinner. So there.]

The Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

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Allie was scrolling through Black Friday sales on her phone and grumbling, "Why would you list something on sale if it isn't available at a store within a hundred miles of here?"

Tiny was at the far end of the bar with his head down. He'd been up way too late? early? in search of his own sales.

Groovy Tunes, Friday

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Dante was getting the hang of the guitar.

Okay, stil a lot of the really basic parts - he was trying to figure out a Nine Inch Nails riff and work out how Combichrist did that whole wall off noise shit, but that was just past his paygrade. So after an hour or so of messing around in the morning, it was Green Day running through the store again.

At least Dante had figured out he could walk around while playing?

Though that was not necessarily a good thing for anyone who might need him to go and do actual work.

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Random Bench in the Park, Friday

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Shiemi read over her list again. The plants and obvious plant supplies she could get from her new job at the flower shop - or at least she could try. Apparently this shop wasn't as extensive as the one she shopped back home. Though that was likely, she thought with a soft smile, because they had become used to her grandmother's odd and detailed requests before Shiemi was even born.

The rest... well, to Shiemi they were obviously gardening supplies, but she wasn't sure where on Fandom to try to find manure, let alone frost cloths, black plastic, gravel, linseed oil, cleaning rags, a proper hoe and hopefully a scythe... should she fetch her hori-hori from home or try to find a new one here?

She also couldn't find a garden record book for the dorm garden, so she wanted one of those, and the small shed needed repairs before winter started. She wanted to clean up the compost pile, so she needed supplies for that... She sighed happily, despite the length of the list of things she needed to do. It was nice to be thinking about gardening instead of her Exorcist lessons. She was good at gardening.

She was going to sit here a while and enjoy the weather a little more, then go look at stores again.

She totally should have brought a thermos of tea.


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