Fandom Island Museum, Tuesday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

Steven made it to work on time and with no problems, which was always good. There wasn't much immediately grabbing his attention so he used the quiet to do some personal research. Nell had asked him to donate the things she couldn't take with her, so Steven was looking online to find a charity shop which felt appropriate for someone of Nell's background. Not work related, but it did need to get done, didn't it?

[open!]

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Tuesday [09/13].

[special_rabbit]

Well. Amaya's day had started out normal, especially since she was finally coming down from that initial New Brilliant Project high, and then it ended....with an ermine.

Even Irene swanning in there with her cute little shoes to no doubt purr her way through her observations about the three-minute dates on Saturday was par for the course; Amaya had been expecting it, really, and so she'd certainly braced herself, only to find out it wasn't entirely necessary to. Irene didn't get very far past the initial warm-up before those measured British tones couldn't do much more than squeak.

"Now that's some fine timing," said Amaya, fists on her hips as she looked down at the snowy-white ermine looking back up at her from the spot where Irene had just been standing not mere seconds ago. Already, Amaya could practically feel that immaculate coat starting to get all grey and sooty just by existing here in in the forge, and she shook her head.

She'd have shuffled the thing to cleanliness and safety up in the apartment, but she couldn't very well trust the lobsters with her...or vice versa, really, and so that was how at least one of corner of one of the worktables was now set up with a nice little bubble of cleanliness of Irene to curl up on, while Amaya sighed and started googling what fancy weasels tended to eat.

Well. At least she wasn't likely to shed the way Seivarden did, at least...

The Forge is open!

[[ and fancy little weaseli-ification modded with utmost permission! ]]

Surf's Up - Tuesday Morning

[mother_love]

It had been a particularly bad night and so with sleep being elusive, Billy had headed to the shop. He had already been there a few hours when the sun came up and the first of the Porgs started wandering around the beach. And after an early morning swim, Billy opened shop and tried to keep himself busy for the day. The new sim had been finished and tested and the latest inventory order had come in, so Billy spent the morning setting out the new swimming and scuba gear. Once that was done? Well, he would cross that bridge when he got to it.


(Surf's Up is open!)

Community Center Class: Chopped: Fandom. Tuesday Evening, 9/13

[stykera]

The baskets awaiting the class that week with their mystery ingredients inside were perhaps leading to a very obvious hint as to what was in store for everyone this time around, with a very distinct color blocking of green, white, and red that might call up thoughts of a certain national flag or inspire a particular meme-related earworm.

(No, the music was not actually playing, but you'd better believe that Summer had thought about it).

"Welcome back," Stark said. "Hopefully this week's inspiration is a little less horrifying than last week's." There was always hope. "And hopefully there are no cupcakes with fish in them." Goose. “Please don’t do that.”

That was not an invitation to serve jello with fish in it tomorrow either, Summer. Wasn’t the pleading look Stark was giving everyone convincing enough?

“There aren’t any fish in our inspiration, at least,” he continued, narrowing his eye at the cloche covering today’s inspiring cupcake. “Or there weren’t earlier.” Stark didn’t exactly trust foods in cooking classes here to stay the way they were meant to after this summer’s cupcake workshops and he was noticeably relieved when removing the lid revealed the tomato cupcake with basil frosting he was expecting. As relieved as he could be when faced with a savory sort of cupcake, anyway.

"No fish," Summer agreed, looking far too proud of herself with the reveal, "and not just a cupcake this week, either, you guys."

Which was when the pizza beer showed up. Stark just sighed at it. Heavily.

"So," she said, "with our tomato-basil cupcake and our pizza beer to inspire us, the real challenge is going to be your creativity and your ability to avoid into the obvious traps that these ingredients will lead you to. Try to think of something different, and absolutely no pizzas. Too easy. You have handwavey minutes; your time begins…now!"

Fandom Fire Station | Tuesday

[firehousehimbo]

Buck was determined not to be washing confetti off of himself today, so he was not opening anything. Nothing at all. Not a single drawer. Which...made his job even less thrilling than usual.

Which is how he ended up sleeping at the reception desk, legs propped up on the desk itself while the rest of his body was curled up in the rolly chair. He was definitely going to wake up with a crick in his neck.

[This brought to you how I just took a nap while working from home. Open]

Magic Box | Tuesday

[scarlet_chaos]

Wanda had showed up to work on time for once, but immediately went into the back room to work on her own stuff rather than do anything involving the store. So instead of a person standing at the register, there was a big pile of pumpkins. Which was as Halloweeny as it was going to get around here this year, it seemed.

Meanwhile poor Jeff was standing naked outside without a costume.

[Open]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty knew. She knew as soon as she heard radio what she'd be walking into today. She even got in early to try and beat Tino there.

Alas.

SPECIALS
Hard Sell
Bitter End
Malort shots

"Tell them you made it! You have to tell them you made it!" Kitty demanded, and what followed was a little war over her adding a disclaimer for her patrons' health.


[Open!]

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

It was a normal night at the Devil's Nest: Lucifer was in a decent mood, and Tiny wasn't doing anything... too... mad.

And so Lucifer made himself comfortable behind the piano. Showtunes? Showtunes tonight. Oh yes.

[[ open but slow! ]]

The Photo Hut - Tuesday

[flamesburned]

After the last couple of weeks, Liz was feeling a lot better - she had started to actually get more than a couple of hours sleep and she was making sure to eat more regularly as well. She was still feeling rather tired but compared to how she had been the last couple of weeks, she was looking a lot better. She’d even managed to be social on the weekend and gone to the 3MD, which she wouldn’t have thought would be possible after how she had been feeling lately.

There were new boxes of stock that had arrived to the store, so Liz was spending most of her morning going through inventory and what had arrived and figuring out where to display everything.

[the Photo Hut is open!]