Turtle & Canary; Friday [12/17].

[white_oleander]

When she wasn't busy making plenty of signs that had, by request, an 'angry energy' to put up front and in the window about tracking marshmallow snow into the store, Astrid was busy collecting a good deal of the holiday decoration supplies for her self for the decking of the Christmas Troy later that day.

It did strike her as a little odd, though, that Apu, who spent a good deal of his time moving up and down the aisles with a broom despite the store being plenty clean enough as it was, would have an issue with actually having to clean something up, but that really ultimately just told Astrid plenty about how sincere he was about all that sweeping.

But then she realized she wa being a little unfair, thinking back on all the various things Apu probably did have to deal with and clean up around here, and she felt a little bad about her previous thought, and then proceeded to probably make the poor man paranoid when she took a moment to stop and let him know that she thought he was doing a great job.

So now he was not only irritated about marshmallow snow, but now he was suspicious of what nefarious plot Astrid had in store.

There was just no winning, she supposed, but, hey. She'd tried.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Marshmallow Fluff
Maple Syrup
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Blackstone Foundy and Forge; Friday, 12/17.

[special_rabbit]

Well, Wednesday night's drinking has sort of set Amaya back a little bit on her current projects; she was in absolutely no state to be hammering away at anything, loudly or otherwise, after three rounds of jello shots and an ale somewhere in there at some point, too, but that was no matter! That just meant, today, she'd have to be particular focused on getting some solid work done, especially now that she was planning on getting some of the finer, spikier details on that axe for Margo out that day. And who didn't love a good spikes day?

So the forge was stoked, her hammer was ready, and it was time to really get in some good progress...

...before, she assumed, whatever holiday nonsense was lurking about this time to muck everything up. But, really, when she went to open the door and pull back the shutters on the windows, it looked like just a lot of wet, sticky sort of snow that, if it kept up, she might have to see how the Crumbler could handle, although even she was thinking, looking at its consistency, that that would be a big mistake...

Marshamllows in your gears was the worst.


The Forge is open!

[[ and the thread with Dwight should be considered chronologically last, s'il vous plaît! ]]

Fix and Clean- Friday Morning- ACTUALLY Friday

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight was feeling better than he had the other day. Though there was still a dull ache and throbbing at the back of his skull from four rounds of shots…or had it been five… Well in any case, at least a round or maybe two too many. But he had gone to work with far worse before so he was hoping to be able to get back to that project he and Amaya had been working on.

In the shop, he began to take stock of where he stood and what all still needed to be done to get the first display counter to a more finished and finalized state. There was still some sanding to do before he could get to the finer details of any engraving work Amaya might want. And actually, come to think of it, he should probably get her thoughts on how things looked so far before getting too much into it. They had so far been discussing things pretty remotely, so it was probably a good idea to get here over to the shop at some point to have a look for herself. Dwight figured there was time for that and he could get a little more work done on things before he needed to bother her again.

A whimper and yelp from the other side of the shop pulled Dwight out of his fog as he filled his cup with freshly made coffee. He looked at a rather pathetic-looking pup standing at the door of the shop, yapping at the thick layer of goo that was already forming on the ground. Marshmallow snow. That was definitely a new one.

“Sorry, Snoopy,” he said as he knelt down and rubbed the pup’s head apologetically. “There’s no way I am taking you out into that. I will be giving you a bath for the next three hours trying to get all that out of your fur! We’ll go for a walk as soon as it clears up, ok boy?”

Dwight sure hoped this was another one of those one-a-day Christmassy things the island decided to throw at them today and nothing more. With a slight sigh, he stood and went back to the workbench to try and get something productive done that day.

[Post and shop are Open]

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

Over the years, Liam had developed a habit of an early-morning patrol of the island, precisely because of things like sudden dramatic changes to the island's geography.

So yes, he'd noticed that new bit of island that had popped up by the Abandoned Warehouse District (why did they even have one of those, anyway?).

And yes, he'd sent a couple Troopers over that way to unobtrusively (hopefully) keep an eye on it.

In the meantime, the Trooper Station was open.

Off The Coast of Fandom, Friday Morning

[weirderthanthou]

Marshmallow snow descended gently on the island, covering the streets with white. The weather would pass again, only to return late in the day for one last dusting of sugar.

In that, the weather was wholly unlike the landmass that appeared at Fandom's coast to only brief fanfare. A flicker of purple light, a faint squishy noise as mud rose from the waters, towards the coast, and that was it.

It didn't really need the fanfare. With its high cliffs and massive concrete structures, The Complex and its accompanying piece of Blackreef were hard to miss. The mud now bound this island to the Abandoned Warehouse District.

Another flicker, a pulse, really, slid across Fandom. Anchoring it to this time, this place.

"What the fuck?" muttered one masked woman as she peered across the land bridge. Her companion shrugged and heaved his gun.

"Let's check it out," he said. And they walked into the district, weapons drawn.

[[ and your BDE begins! as of today, every day is friday. sorry. you can find baddies in the abandoned warehouse district or a private post of your choice. ]]

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

Today's bad feeling was kind of easy to figure out when your warehouse was right by where the issue was. If there were baddies nearby Rey hadn't sensed them yet, which was why she went to the warehouse to wait for Anakin like normal. It wouldn't surprise her if he was going out to investigate too, and here there was at least a good meetup spot.

And in the meantime she was trying to sweep up the marshmallow snow that had blown in just as a way to get rid of nervous energy.


[Open! I am hurting today, you guys]

Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (12/17)

[notarockharpist]

Yasha had done her best to shake off as much of the oddly sweet and fluffy snow at the doorway when she arrived this morning, but there was just no getting around the fact that some of it was going to get stuck (more or less literally) in her hair.

She kept absently picking bits of it out of her hair and nibbling on it as she did her rounds tending to all the plants (yes, it was probably kind of gross, no, she absolutely did not care), making a mental note that the next time Jester sent one of her rambling and inevitably cut off magical messages, she was going to ask Jester's opinion of marshmallows, because they seemed exactly like a Jester thing. Oblivious of the possibility that someday Jester, after they knew each other better, might compare both her and Beau to marshmallows because they were "warm and gooey on the inside." To which Yasha might argue that she'd been left over the fire too long.

Other than the unexpected snack, it looked like it was going to be an absolutely normal day of work. Yup. Not noteworthy at all.

[OOC: Like I could pass up a reference to one of my favorite conversations when marshmallows were on the advent menu today. Open and all that!]

Fandom Counseling, Friday

[sharp_man]

It was nice to have a covered walkway between the house and his office on days with inclement weather. Even if that weather was just marshmallow snow.

Hannibal would be in his office doing paperwork and trolling APA forums unless anybody stopped by. Outside, Joni was chasing marshmallows around and pouncing on them, Beethoven was grooming marshmallows and looking disappointed when they got smaller, and the flamingos were huddling under the porch after a few too many bonks on the head from marshmallows.

Ah, Fandom.


[Open post!]

Fandom Fire Station, Friday

[designateddadfriend]

Travis was excited by the snow! Until, you know, he actually got out into it.

"This entire town's teeth are going to rot out," he grumbled. Maybe the sign today should be a reminder about dental hygiene.

He grabbed the letters and the ladder, and was just taking down the previous sign when he heard what sure as hell sounded like shots being fired. Or maybe fireworks?

"How much do I want to bet that either way, someone's getting themselves killed?" he grumbled, and started climbing down again.

It was, as far as he was concerned, a fairly typical Friday in Fandom.

[open! And expecting one -- like, eventually -- for a bit of plotty!]

The Perk, Friday Afternoon (Friday)

[weirderthanthou]

The staff of the Perk were used to shenanigans. Weird lights? New piece of island? Pfft. The only person who was even a little taken aback was the newbie, and they had already dealt with advent this year.

No, the baristas made their coffee, tables were cleaned, and the Perk's seats were free and cosy to anyone looking to read the paper just obviously enough to invite conversation. Come on, get it while it's hot!

[[ first of your daily perk posts. feel free to ping in and use this for all your perk needs. ]]

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

It was genuinely hard to miss the new island that had appeared at their shores. Frankly, Lucifer was a bit annoyed about it: it meant that this year, they wouldn't be escaping whatever the shenanigans were in time.

"This had better not interfere with my vacation," Lucifer told Tiny irritably.

Tiny said nothing, but his Santa hat tilted somewhat sympathetically to the left.

"Right," Lucifer sighed. "Well, I'm going to go put a discount on beer and wine on the menu, shall I? I'm sure someone'll be drinking tonight."

[[ open! ]]

Along the Rooftops of the Abandoned Warehouse District, Friday Evening

[lets_do_the_timeloop]

You ever have one of those days that feels like it just goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on? 'Cause damn, Colt was having one of those days. And he was having one of those days for a long time.

"So, uh... this is new."

Julianna's voice crackled in over the walkie-talkie. "And here I thought cat had gotten your tongue," Colt said. "But uh, can't talk. Kinda busy. Byee!"

You ever have one of those evenings where you were hangin' off a radiator on a warehouse building that hadn't been there the previous god-knows-how-many-times-you-lived-this-day? And you had to yank yourself up onto the roof, and squint around, and try to figure out where the hell you were?

"Coooooolt?"

The sniper shot flew right past his cheek. "What the f--!"

And there she was, standing on top of another warehouse, grinning like the Cheshire cat with that sniper rifle in her hands. Colt groaned and reached for his guns. "Fine. Just another fulfilling day!"

Hello, Fandom. Please don't mind the two assassins bouncing around the rooftops tonight, shooting bullets at each other.

[ and open. ]

Trooper Station, ...Friday?

[firstofitskind]

Liam's first indication that something was wrong (you know, besides the ominous new island addition, and the gunshots, and the fact that Steve and Danny had gotten into a rickshaw chase, etc etc etc) was that the mice woke him up performing the exact same ritual as they had the day before.

Which was not, in his experience, something that had ever happened before. Sure, there had been plenty of multi-day rituals and celebrations, but there had always been differences between day one and day two, three, four... you get the picture. But this had been identical.

And then he'd gone outside and there was marshmallow snow.

"What day is it?" he demanded, upon coming in to the Station. Diego was, as far as he knew, still a cat, so he'd been more or less planning on coming in anyway, even before things had started to go all once-a-semester-y yesterday.

"Morning to you too, boss," Ralph replied sarcastically.

"What. Day. Is. It."

"Friday." The 'Duh' was left unspoken.

Sure enough, the newspaper, the computer calendar, his Global... they all claimed it was Friday. What the hell was going on?