Turtle & Canary; Friday [09/25].

[white_oleander]

Once Astrid got into work that day and realized that nothing going on at the store could possibly distract her from the weight of dread and anticipation that came with the big question mark that was this weekend for her, she finally caved in and used the store phone to call back home and talk to her case worker (a new one, again, of course) and to just ask if she knew if Ingrid would be coming.

"Oh, no, sweetie, I'm sorry," said the case worker in that tone of voice that was well-practiced despite the fact that most of the kids she used it on were too cynical to be convinced by it. "Your mother probably won't be granted that sort of release for a while now. If you need to see her, the only way is for you to come here."

Astrid thanked her, and the moment she hung up the phone again, she nearly collapsed from the wave of relief that hit her. Of course. Of course she couldn't come, that would have been ridicilous, the world might be crazy, but not that crazy, and Astrid just sort of closed her eyes and leaned her elbows on the counter, face in her hands, grateful that she could breathe again, but not unaware of a weird knot in her chest now that almost felt a little bit like disappointment, too.

Because if Ingrid Magnussen truly wanted something, she would make it happen. So if she truly wanted to come...

But no. This was good. This was what she wanted, this was what was best, and she knew that. She was just mostly disappointed that, after all this time and hard work, her heart still couldn't seem to reconcile with her head on this one.

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Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Friday [09/25].

[special_rabbit]

Amaya planned on actually doing the whole Office Hours thing for any visitors that might want to speak with her about her students or her classes, sure, but if she had the choice, all of her office hours would just be held right here in the Forge, where not only was she far more comfortable behind an anvil than she'd ever be behind a desk, she could actually get some good work done, though she mostly used her office as storage for other projects, so she'd have plenty to do up there, too.

For now, though, she wanted to make sure she could be found at the forge (maybe someone needed a quick spruce on a weapon while they were here? You never knew!), and most of her attention was going into working on some basic prototypes for the weapon Liam had come to her about, to just sort of get a feel for it and its design before she really put her hammer to the anvil on getting it going. She had a few things for it that she wanted to try, and that there was a great way to spend a day.

With, of course, a nice welcoming banner for Fandom friends and family hung outside the big window out front, as well.

The Forge is open!

Caritas | Friday

[sith_said]

Cait knew enough about the way the island worked at this point to know that, if he didn't show up for his Friday night shift on this weekend of all weekends he might actually get in trouble.

Since, however terrible he was at showing up consistently, this was a weekend where people might actually need to drink their troubles away.

"…what dae ye pure techt there's still nae booze?" he demanded. "We're gonnae virgin fur th' weekend?! That's a gantin' idea!"

Good grief.

Caritas is Open! And alcohol free.

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

Liam had to admit, the crew from the school had done a pretty good job; the Station’s exterior practically sparkled.

Also, the flowers were, dare he say it, cute. Something his visitor this weekend would probably rib him mercilessly for, but he didn’t really care, he was just excited to get to see her for the first time in nearly a year. And okay, he was also pretty thrilled about Verity’s guest; Sarah was one of his favorite people.

Anyway, this weekend would be great, not even the Bee Lady would be able to impact his mood this weekend.


(Not that anyone who didn’t know him reasonably well could tell, since his default expression was a bit of a scowl, but, well.)

Pick Your Poison | Friday

[intraspective]

Iris didn't figure that she'd be busy on a weekend like this weekend, where almost everyone was dealing with their own visitors and all the ups and downs that came with that.

Which meant it was the perfect time to dismantle her window display and build it up again, from scratch, into something she liked better. Since it was fall, her shop smelled like warm apple cider, cinnamon, and pumpkin spice.

She hated the cold but she had to admit that she loved the smells of autumn.

Pick Your Poison is Open!

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

Rey had visitors. She was thrilled to have visitors. She adored her visitors. It was just that this year was going to be more complicated.

She'd come back to the island to train with Kanan, who'd had to leave on short notice, and Anakin was kind enough to take her on so she could stay. But as her teacher at home was his daughter, who had complicated feelings there and had just suffered a lot of terrible loss and trauma all at once, Rey just… hadn't mentioned that change for nearly a year. And when she finally came clean, while Leia had appreciated her reasoning, she really had not appreciated anything else about the situation. Naturally this meant that she came this weekend, which meant Rey had had to warn Anakin ahead of time, because that would have been the worst situation to walk into without knowing.

And the rest of Rey's guests didn't know about any of that, though there was a decent chance they'd figure it out if they so much as heard Anakin's name on radio.

So yeah. Complicated weekend.

When she brought Leia to the warehouse to at least show her where she was doing her training, she made sure to have a lot some rum for the squirrels.


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Parents Weekend Meet & Greet, Friday Afternoon

[heroic_jawline]

It was a perfectly lovely, crisp, autumn afternoon in Fandom. The birds were chirping, the leaves were falling in a photogenic way, and the woodchucks and been herded well away from the park because chucking wood at visitors would be...not ideal.

The town was bright, cheerful, and clean thanks to the efforts of Wednesday's assembly, and the glitter was almost in manageable amounts (meaning it hadn't gotten into the moddable snacks yet, but it couldn't last forever)!

The glittery banner hung over the entrance to the park, drawing in all newcomers:

Welcome to Parents' Weekend 2020!

Welcome, friends, family, and other hangers-on! We're glad to see you! As far as you know!

The Arms Hotel, Friday

[redhairgoldheart]

The hotel lobby was tastefully decorated for fall, with baskets of (possibly fake) apples and piles of (likely fake) decorative gourds. As usual, there was a banner hung from the ceiling with a welcome for visiting parents and other weekend guests. Carafes of coffee, hot chocolate, and hot apple cider were waiting at the buffet along with mugs.

Maybe the only thing out of place was the woman with tangled hair and smudged mascara wearing a "Happy New Year" party hat. She stumbled out of one of the rooms adjacent to the lobby and looked around in confusion. "Okay, I know I needed to sleep it off, but I didn't think I slept that long!" said Mary, staring at the banner. "Oh my lord, Parents Weekend already? I'm going to need something to help me get through this." Mary grabbed a mug, filled it halfway with coffee, then proceeded behind the front desk to open the cabinet with the mini bar supplies. But before she could grab a handful of those tiny bottles, several blankets came flying out of the room she had just left. They wrapped around her, almost as if they were forming a cocoon, and dragged her back to the room. The liquor cabinet shut with a loud bang, and then the lobby was silent once again.

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