Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

Steven had noticed the lights on the rickshaws. They looked cheerful, and he imagined they would look even better after sunset as they offset the increasingly earlier darkness.

What Steven hadn't noticed was the birds.

Not until he arrived at the Museum and saw his boss, at least.

Blathers was decked out in lights. According to him - in a lengthy and detailed explanation, of course - they'd just appeared that day. They were all over him, from head to feet, wrapped like a long scarf and tucked in under his feathers where they gave off a soft, warm looking glow.

It was perfectly comfortable, he said. Nothing pinching anywhere, too heavy, or too hot. Also it seemed a lot of the bugs didn't care for the extra light and were thus keeping more of a distance when Blathers was forced to go near that wing of the Museum. So wins all around, really, far as Blathers was concerned.

Steven let him know he thought the effect was rather smart all things considered. Festive, really.

With that Blathers went off to get his sleep, no more bothered by his lights than he was by the sun being out. Benefit of being a night owl, it would seem.

Steven then sat behind the welcome desk to get to work.

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The Infinite Consortium, Thursday Afternoon

[deathsmajesty]

Liliana was able to appreciate the festive lights on the rickshaw today, as she had quite the haul to bring to the shop with her. There were the gifts she needed to drop off at the Photo Hut today before Prompto and Liz decamped to...was it New Jersey? Well, wherever they were going for the holiday. And then Steven and Marc's gifts as well. And after last night's realization of how vulnerable the mansion was, she'd gotten Planeswalked to several of her various homes around the Multiverse and then Portalocity'd back with various tomes of magic. Wards and enchantments in general were not her specialty, so it was time to hit the books.

...Which she was outwardly grumbling about, of course, but she couldn't pretend like she didn't enjoy this aspect of being a magic user. Studying old spells, putting together new ones, experimenting until you discovered the perfect balance of lethality and mana cost...Most of the useful tomes she had for this were for blue mana, not black, so there was the additional complexity of having to adapt whatever base spell she chose...

Yeah, okay, secretly Liliana was having a great time and before she'd been at work an hour, she'd already filled a whole page with jotted notes, half-solved equations, odd runes and geometric shapes, and a list of pages and titles for future reference.

As pretty as the lights were on the rickshaws, Liliana would have preferred another snacky day. Chunks of gingerbread wall or bits of a giant jelly donut couch would go perfectly with an afternoon of pouring over magic texts.

Hmm...if she combined a spell from The Tome of the Infinite to allow her to substitute black mana for blue and then cast the wards from Sarevok's - or, wait, was the one she was thinking of in that old wizard's spellbook - but find a way to integrate it with the spell from the book she'd 'borrowed' from that tedious one-eyed lich and had never gotten around to returning...

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Plant Parenthood; Thursday [12/21].

[what_big_teeth]

Eleanor still wasn't quite sure what she was going to do for the holiday break; of course, her mother had said she would love to see her, but Luma's response had been pretty cold and dismissive still, and, obviously, Rhys hadn't had anything to say on the matter. And while she was used to staying at school for breaks, it seemed to hurt just a little more this year, after everything that had happened. But, after everything that had happened, it seemed like the better option more than ever.

But considering what this place was like all throughout December, at least Eleanor felt that she'd have an enjoyable, if somewhat lonely, time here. And she was used to the latter part, so the addition of the former would be kind of nice.

In the meantime, maybe she'd just read through a few of the Christmas classics again, and enjoy some peppermint tea.

Plant Parenthood is open!

Pixie Dust; Thursday [12/21].

[beautiful_boc]

Boc was still giving all the ugly Christmas sweaters in stock a rueful look every time he passed them, and then sparing a desperate look toward his staff, who would then shake their heads and tell him that there were still several days left before he could start taking them down and trying to repurpose them into something significantly less offensive.

"Is there any unfortunate fashion traditions I'll have to then worry about after its finished?" he asked, in the sort of voice that didn't seem very certain that it even wanted an answer.

The staff, unhelpfully, shrugged and said they'd have to wait and see. Valentine's Day would probably be safe, but they were really interested to see what Boc might have to say about an excess of hearts for that and then shamrocks in March.

Pixie Dust is open!

The Photo Hut - Thursday

[flamesburned]

It was so close to Christmas now and Liz was looking forward to Noctra’s first Christmas and spending the holidays with her family. She didn’t have too much work to do that day so she was spending the morning focusing on finishing up some admin tasks that she still had to finish before Christmas and so she wouldn’t have as much work to do next week.

[the Photo Hut is open!]