Groovy Tunes; Thursday [09/16].

[x_discospider_x]

Troy was actually pretty excited to get into work that day, because he had something planned that he spent most of his last shift setting up so that today he could finally get to work on doing it. So he came in for his shift, threw his backpack behind the counter, and went straight to the keyboards, bopping his head along to the songs already playing in his head. He grabbed a few of them under his arms and brought them back over to the counter, where he was going to set them all up in an arrangement so that he could do what he was hoping to do, cracked his knuckles, rolled his neck a little, and then got ready for epic brilliance.

He dramatically pressed down the first key, only instead of the fart noise he was expecting, he got...just a regular old keyboard note.

Wait a second.

He pressed another one. No lasers. Just keyboard. Another. So much for shattering glass, it was just more keyboards. Another. Still the same.

"Who changed these all back?" he demanded to the emptiness around him.

He had spent hours perfectly programming these keyboards for sound effects, and now they were all back to normal, and who wanted to just play a normal song when you could attempt to play Tchaikovsky with nothing but splat sounds and farm animals?

He was going to play it for radio tomorrow, too!

But it looks like he was back to square one.

He definitely made sure the first sound he reprogrammed in was a sad trombone, because it just really spoke to his soul right now.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Community Center Class: Beyond Cup Noodle; Thursday Evening [09/16].

[chef_chocobro]

There were, of course, many different directions in which Ignis might take this class next, and while the step he decided to take forward was rather treading along the path of when he did a similar course for the students at the school proper, he felt it was a very logical next step and was really quite excited to be visiting this topic again.

Because, yes. Ignis Scientia was a man who got inexorably excited about potatoes.

Not that is was too terrible obvious from the outside, but trust the narrative. He was thrilled.

"Good evening," he greeted, and, if you were particular perceptive, there was your first hint of the excitement your instructor was feeling, the easiness of a slightly bigger smirk than usual. "Hopefully, your week hasn't been too taxing with the various oddities of the island, and that you're quite prepared to do more cooking again, because we'll get right into our next lesson, which I feel will open up the door to a wide variety of possibilities beyond packaged sustinence, no matter what your ability or time restraints may be. Our topic today is incredibly versitile, which makes it quite the essential for any fledgling chef, and that is, of course, the humble but mighty potato.

"Now," he continued, because of course there had to be an excess of information given to them before going into the actual cooking part, "the potato is a root vegetable, a fiberous starchy tuber that can be cooked in about as many ways as there are different varieties of them. You can boil them, mash them, stick them in a stew...all of which you will have the opportunity to do today in this class. Now, extrapolating further on the benefits of a potato as an oft-used staple in a diet..."

And if you woke up that morning thinking about how much you'd like to learn more about potatoes, were you in luck! Ignis was nothing if not comprehensive in his studies, and he was clearly intent to share with all of his students everything in his findings.

"But before this goes on too long," he eventually said, as if it wasn't already too late for that, "I'm sure you're itching to get to cooking. After all, this is a cooking class! So let's take a moment to go over some of the more common preparations, such as baked, mashed, roasted, as well as au gratin, scalloped, and in a salad, starting, of course with properly preparing the potato itself, which should include a thorough washing..."

This was a man who clearly cared about pototoes.

MCA Lobby, Thursday Afternoon

[hatesparadise]

Since Danny was just, you know, gonna politely ignore his purchase from yesterday until he figured out a way to spring it on Steve, he was checking in on the apartment building.

Mostly the fire alarm system that looked remarkably normal for all the bullshit it put them through.

He still didn't trust it.

"Better not happen again once it gets cold," he grumbled.

[open,of course!]

Devil's Nest, Thursday Night

[texted3times]

LEATHER PANTS THURSDAY IS BACK

read the sign on the door.

IF YOU WEAR THEM, YOU DON'T HAVE TO DRINK THE WEIRD CUP NOODLE SODAS

Tiny thought that might be a good incentive, too. The curry soda was especially Not Good.

ZERO PIANO MUSIC TONIGHT

That note has clearly be scrawled on by Eric just before opening.

The Devil's Nest was open! And piano free.

[OOC: No OCD today!]

Luke's, Thursday

[betterthanaplan]

"What," Duke said, walking into the kitchen, "the actual fuck?"

His kitchen staff were all sprawled out on the floor on adult-sized preschool nap pads.

"We're sleepy," Greg said, not picking his head up from his Baby Shark themed attached pillow.

"You're at work," Duke pointed out.

"Sleeeeeepyyyyyyyyy," Ali said, from under his pink and purple Mooby Princess attached blanket.

Duke rolled his eyes. And yawned.

"Oh goddammit, this is going to be a Thing today, isn't it."

Today's specials
CATCH OF THE DAY!
. . . naps?

Luke's was open. And sleepy. And OCD free because the mun is really liking the look of those nap pads. . . .

Pick Your Poison, Thursday

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

At least the house was a vast improvement on whatever the hell was going on upstairs. Margo locked the door to the apartment and left it that way; now that what little they had was back at the house, there was no reason to poke and prod at the poison plants.

Besides, a shipment of face masks had just showed up. The new stuff smelled like actual roses: Margo was a fan. And what better time to smear some on and try the new product than break time? It wasn’t like she was actually working. She was hanging out in the corner of a store, her nose in a book on portal magic, and if anyone came in to get anything and happened to leave their money behind, hey.

You live your life, Margo lived hers.

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Around Fandom - Early Thursday morning

[notagoose]

The last week back home had been too busy for Goose to do his normal early morning run so he was making up for it today and he’d gotten up earlier than normal (and thankful for his natural healing abilities so he wasn’t too hungover) and settled back into his early morning routine of running around the island.

It had felt weird returning home and resuming his Galaxy Ranger duties and then seeing Killbane again and being reminded of why he was back in Fandom in the first place.

Luckily no one at the Board of Leaders had found out that Goose had had a chance to bring in one of the renegade Supertroopers but Walsh was monitoring the situation just in case it came up and to run interference for any potential fallout.

So he was focusing on completing his run and not trying to think about his failure with Killbane.

[open!]