Luke's, Thursday

[betterthanaplan]

So. The last few days (few weeks, few years. . . .) had been kind of an emotional adventure for Duke. And as he was wont to do on occasion, he was looking to throw all of that pent up energy into cooking.

Unfortunately, his kitchen staff was nowhere to be found. When he asked a waiter, he was informed that they were deep in the freezer, on some sort of treasure hunt. Duke decided he didn't want to know.

Today's specials
CATCH OF THE DAY
Maryland-style crab soup

Luke's was open.

[I'm a little weirded out by that "Maryland style" soup not having any Old Bay on the ingredient list. It does sound tasty though. . . .]

The Boardwalk, Thursday afternoon.

[grenadesandohana]

So Steve was still investigating the mysterious loss of Stark's mask and Liam had mentioned going down to see the raccoons running a craft brewery.

Which, naturally, meant that now Steve had to see raccoons running a craft brewery, and drag Danny along (via siren-accessorized rickshaw) because it was gonna be hilarious.

He walked into the warehouse and was not at all surprised to see it decked out in hipster aesthetic--wine barrel tables, lots of Mason jars--and so. many. shiny. things just...everywhere.

"Well," he said aloud, "raccoons. Hey, Danny, you speak raccoon?"

[OOC: Expecting the partner but hey, if you're at a racccon craft brewery, too--]

Devil's Nest, Thursday, November 5, 2020

[texted3times]

Eric was spending the evening going over the inventory lists with a small frown. "Why are we going through so much beer?"

Tiny rumbled an answer.

"Raccoons?"

Eric decided to just...not ask more questions. It was so much safer that way.

The Devil's Nest was open! And raccoon free, at least as far as Eric had checked.

[OOC: OCD free too!}