Midnight Manor Boarding House, Tuesday Morning

[hasaknightjob]

On the scale of things in Marc's life which were weird, having gone from "Seriously, who wants to live in a place where I'm a freaking landlord?" to "Well shit, do we need to add another floor soon?" wasn't really on the high end of things. Not compared to stuff like not being the only person in his body, being in service of an ancient Egyptian god, the god being a nine foot being with a bird skull for a head, the fact that one of the residents of the boarding house was made of felt, the boarding house in question being a sentient pocket universe who only wanted to love -

Look, Marc had long ago learned to lean into the skid of his life's dubious connection to anything resembling sanity. Things were easier that way.

That being said, he was looking at the proof that more rooms in the place were being rented than not and thinking - well shit. Did not see that coming.

(He was also thinking damn it, this meant Steven had yet again been right about something. But he was thinking that one way softer. Steven did not need the encouragement to be smug.)

Anyway, that was why Tuesday morning found Marc in his office (nope, still not over his life giving him a freaking office), looking at floor plans, and wondering if it was too early to start drinking.

Out front the sign said Rooms to rent, ask within, come on in the door's unlocked, don't mind the man in the office his face always looks that way.

No prize for guessing whose handwriting the sign was in.

[open!]

Atlas Gym; Tuesday [04/02].

[sword_chocobro]

Well, last night had been a nice little celebration of it, but today was the actual date of Gladio's birthday, and, if any of the gym regulars didn't know it already, they sure would now. He wasn't at all surprised, but still a little touched and pleased and amused, to come in that morning to find the staff decked out the lobby with the expected HAPPY BIRTHDAY GLADIO! banner, strung up with empty Cup Noodle^TM, almost like little lanterns, and the streamers were definitely meant to look like noodles, especially with the little paper boxes of orange and spheres of green meant to be carrots and peas.

"See, now," he pointed out to them with a chuckle, "that's just not fair, that's just going to make everyone hungry!"

Including himself, which meant that he would likely very frequently be found carting around a container with him when he did his rounds and especially when he was in the office working on his administrative stuff.

Atlas is open!

Luke's Diner; Tuesday [04/02].

[chef_chocobro]

Unbeknownst to Ignis, because they were all doing it very quietly and written on a whiteboard that he clearly could not see, there was a bit of a betting pool that had started amongst the kitchen staff that was two-fold: the first part was whether or not Ignis would actually stay at the diner for his 'lunch break,' the other was for just how quickly after Liliana arrived that this exit would be happening. Occasionally, their whispered debates would reach a point where it almost garnered Ignis attention as he did his prep for the day, so he did rather suspect that something was up with his fellow coworkers, but whether or not he would care to know was still up for debate.

Look, Tuesdays weren't that busy, and you had to get your entertainment where you could! Ignis would likely argue that the joys of cooking should be entertainment enough, but Ignis would also find arguing that point also entertaining.

Only boring people get bored, indeed. Ignis was perfectly content to ignore their buzzing, prep for his specials, and then settle in for the day with a nice cup of coffee.

Today's Specials
Prairie-Style Skewers with Smoked Chili Edamame
Pineapple Tofu Skewers with Hawaiian Fried Rice
Strawberry Shortcake Skewers

(Look. Amaya Blackstone wasn't the only one whose tastes tended to run toward foods on sticks. She just didn't have a brand deal with an instant noodles company that superseded that fact).

Luke's is open!

Infinite Consortium - Tuesday Morning

[single_man_tear]

A shipment of boxes had arrived and were waiting to be unpacked.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."

But Dean had bigger things on his mind today.

"Ergo draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te"

Such as trying to see if performing an exorcism on that damn chair would work.

"Cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare!"

Dean carefully looked at the chair which was once again chained to the wall. It wasn't moving anymore. Barely a twitch. But there had been no smoke billowing out of it. He carefully approached it only for the chair to immediately lurch and try to bite Dean's hand.

"Son of a bitch!"

Clearly the chair was not possessed. Infinite Consortium was open for business.

Magic Box | Tuesday

[scarlet_chaos]

It was really gross outside. Wanda knew April showers brought May flowers but that didn't make today any less gross. She was more than happy to spend her shift doing paperwork and letting Jeff suffer alone outside.

(Sorry, Jeff.)

[open]

Tuesday: Plant Parenthood

[mylandmyrules]

Nell spent whatever time she could steal between customers fimnalizing plans for this weekend's surprise trip. She really hoped Gladio would like what she had planned and she was glad it had all come together so well. Who said bartering wasn't still alive and well?

Stretch of Beach; Tuesday Evening

[totalwildcard]

After a few days of spectacularly abusing the hell out of her room service priviledges while primarily binge watching some Britishs game shows, Harley had finally vacated Atton's hotel room for good. In part because she was pretty sure he was coming back soon-ish, sure, but mostly because she was more sure Bruce missed her when she only showed up a couple of times a day, and she didn't think she should bring him to the hotel, considering how quick Atton had been about choosing not to go to her place back on Saturday.

So that evening, Harley had taken her stuff back to Needful Things. And now that the rain appeared to have stopped, the girl and her hyena were having some quality time on one of the stretches of beach along Serendipity Place. Harley had picked up a couple of beers, and was sitting by a small picnic spread made up of her final room service order, while Bruce was stalking some nearby porgs.

Everything was... quiet and calm.

And for once, Harley found herself liking it.

...Okay sure, maybe it could've been warmer out there, and the sand could've been less damp. But still, life was okay.

(ooc: open for whatever, ofc)

The Perk, Wednesday

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

As opposed to last week, when she could be found at Chilly Boulder on the regular, eating ice cream like her sanity depended on it, after today's broadcast, Arden had made her way to the Perk after her radio shift, desperately in need of some tea after that whole...thing. People really needed to stop interrupting her broadcast time. Maybe she should lock the door or something?

But then that might lock Leroy in with her and that came with its own downsides. Mostly Leroy.

And then from there, Arden's thoughts naturally turned to trying to figure out how most of the adversity in her life came from the shenanigans of the island's flora and fauna. Was that a good sign of how she was doing with people...or a really, really bad one?

[Open!]

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

The island was back to normal, and the Devil was in a good mood.

Enjoy those pretty piano covers of recent pop hits, folks! They were going to remain upbeat as long as Lucifer was, too.

Tiny was ready to serve you, or you could hang around and wait for the Devil to show an interest.

[[ open ]]

Diaz & Ass., Tuesday

[two_idiots_one_body]

Arthur was...well. Both more relaxed this week (thank you, Navaan, and also damn you for being right) and more wound up (damn you, Navaan).

Which translated into being at work and needing to do something more than sit at a desk and listen to podcasts while John played solitaire and surfed the web.

They're already organized, Arthur!

"I don't care." He tore open the first file cabinet. "Let's...look, maybe it makes more sense to put everything in chronological order. Let's try it."

And when it sucks?

"Then we'll put it back alphabetically!"

John grumbled.

The files would probably be a mess tomorrow.



The Ass. was in!