Diaz & AssOCIATES, Monday [08/23].

[died8yearsago]

The schedule being out for the upcoming semester was as good as an exuse as any to take a break fromsorting through some honestly infuriating evidence and trying to figure out how to squeak it by an absolutely Escher-ian legal system, because Rosa could sit back and find cathartic bliss in laughing at the pain of those being forced to teach ridiculous classes by a power-hungry moose and imagine the poor sops who had to actually take these classes.

The most surprising thing with this semester's batch was that there was actually a normal class like Math on the schedule this time around. God. What kind of nerd was stuck teaching an actual class around he--

"ME??"

But her class...her class!... was on the roster! It had to some other, new (obviously less cool) Diaz coming in, because Badass Bitch Survival Guide was right...

Rosa blinked. And then glaaaared.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me. Baby Linetti??"

Okay. It was clear now what she had to do, and both the evidence for her actual case and her idle time laughing at her fellow faculty members were pushed aside for a new project.

She bet if it involved jello somehow, then she could make it all look like it had been a terrible accident and not, you know, straight up murder.

Diaz & Ass. is open!

Turtle & Canary; Monday [08/23].

[somethingwithturquoise]

It would have been impossible to have your dead actual grampa who was buried in your backyard while another dimension's version of your grampa secretly took his place to show up some weekend and have it not be weird, but after a so very handwavey....interesting few days, Summer was over it and ready to move on. After all, it turned out that Rick had really only manipulated his body chemicals to make the portal think that he was there to make amends with Summer, but they both agreed that they had spiritually moved on from that moment a long time ago, so the real reason he was there was to try and switch places back with the other Rick, citing that some dumb portal wasn't going to care which Rick it was, as long as it got a dead Rick back in the end.

Summer had told him that she wasn't really sure it worked that way, and she was accused of being killjoy who hated science, which, I mean....ouch?

But he'd also come around by the end to say that she'd actually done pretty well for herself, and he was actually a little proud of her, because here he thought she was just going to pretty much amount to nothing and it was actually good to be proven wrong on that one. So...thanks, she guessed?

There was also that whole bit about him being surprised that she'd actually aged, because apparently it was a Rick-thing to sometimes stunt the growth of time. "I don't know," he'd said, "I just sort of figured we were in one of the ones where you'd pretty much be perpetually seventeen."

Which, cool, thanks for the nightmares, dead Grampa Rick!

But whatever, he was gone, he hadn't been able to enact his masterful bait-and-swRick plan, and Summer was back to work like normal, doing inventory and making a few extra orders in prep for a new semester.

Which included taking a peek at the incoming schedule so she could maybe plan accordingly on predicting certain necessities, and she was a little surprised to see the class that she'd submitted was not on there. Well, there was a multiverse class, and she was teaching it, but it wasn't the one she'd submitted, and...

"Oh, no.

"Well, Apu," Summer sighed as she tucked her phone away, "it was nice knowing you."

Because she was clearly now a dead woman walking.

But hey. At least if she was going to die now, she had lived to see twenty-one and she wasn't dying single, so, you know, she really couldn't complain. And maybe in a few years she'll even get to come back to make amends thanks to some glowing rock in the woods, right?

Today's Squishy Flavors
Cinematic Parallels
Buttered Corn
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Furnado Animal Shelter; Monday [08/23].

[kawaii_complex]

Sakaki had gotten the news that she was approved for another semester of on-hands training for her veternary school credits here at Furnado, and someone had dropped off a whole basket full of adorable hedgehogs that morning, and so Sakaki decided they were going to have a little party to celebrate and welcome the hedgehogs into the shelter, which involved a lot of tiny hedgehog sized decorations and hedgehog-centered party snacks and, most importantly, hats for the hedgehogs.

And Sakaki was pretty sure this was one of the best days in her entire life because of it.

No, she didn't get much work done at all, but, really, hedgehogs in hats. Why did it matter? Why did anything else in the world matter when there were hedgehogs in hats?

Furnado is open!

Devil's Nest | Monday Evening

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Of course I still work here," Annie told Tiny, who seemed a little confused to see her behind the bar tonight. "Haven't you ever heard of summer hours, Tiny?"

In reality, Annie just hadn't had a Monday free to stay on the island for a long time, but with multiple filming projects wrapped and no class to teach, that was no longer the case.

(She strongly suspected Eric didn't care, at least?)

"It's margarita Monday," she added, grabbing the blender. "I just decided."

Partially because this weekend had been kind of a shitshow. Partially because she liked margaritas.

But mostly, of course, that she liked using the blender.

HALF-OFF MARGARITAS
Get your first one free if you tell me about a weekend visitor and don't make me sad!

Trooper Station, Monday, August 23, 2021

[grenadesandohana]

Well, that had been a weekend that had happened. Steve was not dwelling on it at all. He was far too busy making the Troopers do Burpees, at least until Bee Lady called sobbing about Bee Dude, who had apparently visited.

So that was an awful and depressing phone call and when Steve finally disengaged the Troopers refused to share any donuts because of all the Burpees.

Monday in the station. Steve would deal. That was his thing, after all.

The Bookbelt | Monday

[bookbeltof_love]

So.

Like. It had been awhile but Nina didn't feel particularly sorry for that in any sense as she surfaced in her shop, eyed the dust, and then got to cleaning because, like, if nothing else, cleaning was something that needed to be done and...

Well, she had a lot of research to reflect on. And probably more books to special order in to further it because she had ideas but she hadn't yet decided if she was running down the entirely wrong path or if she was On To Something.

(And even if she wasn't, like, she had picked up a lot and also no research was ever truly wasted...)

Once she was done cleaning, and checking her socials (which honestly took longer than the cleaning), both of which were as she expected, Nina contemplated her work and her class options for the semester. Like, sure, she'd taken Ethics before but she was getting awfully close to that ugly, ugly word (graduation, for the record) and it was a chance to hang around Bus Dean...

Hmmmm... decisions, decisions....

The Bookbelt is Open!

[And OCD free!]

Fandom Counseling, Monday

[sharp_man]

Hannibal generally opened his office later in the week, but...well, this weekend had been special, hadn't it?

So here he was today, with a friendly notice that had gone out to the island's message boards:

Fandom Counseling open today for therapy, friendly listening, or snacks and coffee. Confidentiality and squirrel bribes guaranteed.

He was now in his office, a kitten snoozing on the couch and a glittery flamingo on the stoop as close to the inside as he could get away with, playing chess against online opponents until and unless somebody showed up.

The Perk, Monday Afternoon

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“I can’t believe that dick Ember actually pulled this crap on me. On me,” Margo said, leaning on the counter. Her head had stopped aching some painkillers and a spell ago, but it still itched, like a phantom headache that put insult to injury. “Actually, scratch that. Zap me from one magical kingdom to another, have a big laugh, screw another naiad, that sounds exactly like that goat-fu–”

The barista cleared her throat. She set Margo’s order down on the counter and gestured with her eyebrows.

Margo shot her a dark look. Her next coffee the barista was absolutely going to spit in? That was tomorrow’s Margo’s problem. “Thanks,” she said, slapping a bill onto the counter. “If this coffee sucks, I’m calling bullshit on today.” That was a lie. She’d called bullshit the second she woke up with a bruise on her head on the floor of a mad scientist’s herb garden.

Wearing yesterday’s clothes, no less.

She sat down at a table near the window and sipped her damn coffee. It didn’t suck. That felt like an insult too, like the universe couldn’t even give her something tangible to be mad at right now.

A black and white bunny fell out of the air behind her. “TESTING OH FU–” it bellowed with the voice of a chain-smoking fifty-year-old man. When Margo turned around, it was gone.

“Jesus christ.”

[open, if slow]

Caritas, Monday

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden hadn't paid attention to what had been going on last week, and thus had not been forced to dwell on whether having anyone in her family return or not would have been most painful. Oblivious to this she swiped through a long list of potential specials until she decided on one.

Tonight's Special
Zombie

"It's a Halloween cocktail," Tino pointed out, unimpressed.

"Aatr's tits, don't be such a bore," Seivarden said. "I'm sure our band would have one if they could."

She frowned. "What actually happens if they try to drink?" Raising a hand, she added: "No, actually, I don't want to know."

Caritas was open.

Monday: Covent Garden Flowers

[mylandmyrules]

Nell was feeling a bit pensive this morning. From what she'd heard around it seemed that many people had been visited by their people who had passed. Not her, though.

Truly, the only person in her life who had passed was Leah, and much as Nell would have liked to see her again, she was afraid of what the sometimes sharp-tongued woman would have to say about her desertion of John - intended or not.

The plants all got a little extra attention today as Nell tried to keep busy so she didn't fret too much.