The Magpie Emporium; Friday, 09/02.

[pun_king]

Even though he knew by now that the fires that kept springing up were harmless, and not even really fire at all, it just looked like fire, Graham had to admit, a lot of those cardboard cutouts of various monsters looking amazingly more threatening and badass when wreathed in flames. You'd better believe Graham was quickly rewriting a few things for his session later on that would make good use of some nice atmospheric set dressing like this...if the island was going to give him some sweet special effects, he'd be remiss not to use them!

And, in the meantime, he was certainly going to go around the store and maybe do just a little bit of rearranging to feature anything he could find that was even remotely fire-related, and then putting together a sign that he thought was hilarious to advertise this sudden, unexpected FIRE SALE!

Get 'em while they're hot! the sign boasted. You couldn't ASH FOR A BETTER DEAL!

And, with that, Graham got to...well, mostly waiting around for work to come in, but, you know.

The Magpie Emporium is open!

Community Center Class: Practical Woodworking for Beginners

[alwaysonguard]

As class was getting ready to start, Dwight was standing at the front of the class. He cleared his throat when it was time and turned to look at those who had shown up.

"Looks like a small and fairly familiar looking group," he said with a grin. "Welcome to Practical Woodworking 101. My name is Dwight Hendrickson for those of you who might not know me."

Here he gave a quick head count to see what the numbers had actually ended up being.

"We will start off nice and easy with the traditional first class activity- introductions! I know you all are absolutely dying to get to it," he added with a smirk and a laugh. "I think we all mostly know each other but it's still a good place to start in case anyone stopped by who hasn't signed up.

"As I said, my name is Dwight Hendrickson. I've been doing woodworking, carpentry, and handyman work for many years now. I also run the Fix and Clean shop and do a lot of handyman stuff around town. This includes a lot of wood work and such so that is what this class is going to focus on, and hopefully you all enjoy the class and find it something you can use too."

With that he turned to the person closest and gave a nod. "So we will start here. Please give us your name, a little bit about yourself, and why you are taking the class or what you hope to get out of it."

Fix & Clean- Friday

[alwaysonguard]

It had been a week. And it had taken a lot out of Dwight, so he wasnt planning on being too productive. And the random sputtering of fire, which thankfully seemed to be staying away from the shop for the most part, was making it interesting too.

But he knew he couldn't just sit around. He had things to do. There were few projects he really should be at least trying to work on. Paperwork to fill out and send in. Inventory to do and orders to place.

And there was the other little thing of finally looking at getting another pair of hands to help out around the shop. it was a new semester, new people on the island.... and while he wasnt sure how many of the students would be interested in handyman work, he figured there was no harm in putting up the Help Wanted sign anyways.

So, with the sign hung in the window, the front door open, the shop was open. If anyone needed him, he would be around somewhere, trying to be productive and keep his mind from wandering too much as he did.

The Park, Friday afternoon

[sith_happened]

Do you know who loved feeling engulfed in flames?

Well, not many people, but especially not Anakin. It seemed to be on-theme for the absolute steaming pile of eopie poodoo that this week had been. He sat down on the bench he'd been stuck to for an hour on Wednesday, pulled out his comm link and took a resigned selfie, flames all around.

This is fine, he wrote and then sent it to Jaina and Tahiri. They'd, at least, know why this was ironically hilarious.

Then he stared out at the pond and watched the ducks and flamingoes wander past, not on fire.

[OOC: So open.]

Fandom Fire Station, Friday

[designateddadfriend]

The fire station was on fire. The fire station. Was on fire. Travis had already spent his entire morning putting out various fires around the station, yelling about how much he hated irony. Especially when his fire extinguisher kept catching fire, too.

And of course, nothing was helped by the station alarm constantly blaring, the way it would -- he presumed -- if there was an actual fire emergency in town. Only instead of telling him what trucks were needed, or anything else useful, it just kept saying "There is absolutely no cause for alarm" when clearly there was cause for alarm. Because everything was on fire and also if there was no cause for alarm why was the alarm going off?

"The wings are not on fire."

"What wings?!"

[open! Insp 1, Insp 2]

The Photo Hut - Friday Afternoon

[flamesburned]

Liz had eventually made her way back to the store, even though she wasn’t really aware that was the direction she was going in.

She was trying to not think about how much fire there was around, that there was a display of fire in the windows of the store as well.

That was when she decided to place a call to Marc since she had told both him and Steven she’d check in with him if she need to call.

She wasn’t really sure what she was going to do though, she hadn’t thought that far and she mostly just stared at the computer without turning it on, maybe she could try and get some work done?


[the Photo Hut is open]