Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

The semester was over and summer was around the corner. As such, Steven was spending his work day going through what displays the museum had used in the plants to highlight warmer weather themed exhibits and figuring out what could be done to update them, if anything.

He was interruptible of course, should anyone care to.

[open]

Chilly Boulder, Thursday Morning

[justalittlerepressed]

Well, the ice cream place saw an influx of people yesterday and apparently had wanted to capture that zeitgeist, but was going about it with some, well, shall we say interesting new flavors.

Why was the fire department there? Well, someone decided to take that new flavor as a challenge. And now here they were. It was an actual call, though! Ignore how excited Eddie was to have to deal with this.

[open, of course!]

Pixie Dust; Thursday [05/02].

[beautiful_boc]

Up until that very morning, Boc had been a tree for a better portion of the last week. Again. He was starting to think that it had less to do with him as it did with the preserve, because that seemed to be mostly where it happened, except that first time, when he'd been in the park. It was presenting quite a conundrum for him, really, because he really did like going out to the preserve, but if he kept turning into a tree a good amount of the times he did go out there....

Truly, a troubling situation indeed!

But certainly not anything to worry about now, as he made his way back to the shop and got himself settled in again with all the new merchandise that had come in for the summer and then practiced a little with some sewing to make sure he hadn't lost all his progress while being stuck as a tree, and generally worrying about how to figure out how many days he lost, because this did rather send his cinnamon roll schedule off track, didn't it? Would it be alright if he swayed from it? It didn't seem like the sort of thing that would matter, but what if he was wrong, and he went on a day that wasn't his usual day and they got upset at him about it? It would be a very difficult thing to risk, and so he was going to spend a good deal of time debating on whether or not it would be worth it.

Pixie Dust is open!

Wellspring Arms- Thursday

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine was a little grumbly coming into work today, given all the work she'd done on the building that a) came to life and tried to kill her, and b) wasn't even there anymore. She'd worked for days!

It was fine. She'd feel less cranky after dealing with weapons all day.


[Open!]

The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (5/2)

[drumsticksandd20s]

Between Vi and Little Bot, any trace of miniature armies rampaging through the store had been pretty well wiped away... as long as you didn't look closely at the counters about an inch and a half off the floor to see the tiny nicks and sword gashes left behind from their epic clashes.

Which... you know, kind of lent the store a very uniquely Fandom kind of character, so those could stay.

One less thing for Steph to worry about as she went into a single-minded, not at all self-distracting flurry of activity to finish getting the new game room set up.

[OOC: Open! SP as always for the sake of my single remaining brain cell.]

Devil's Nest | Thursday Evening

[defenderofdesmoines]

It was remarkably quiet in the bar tonight. The speakers were playing music, but it had clearly had the volume lowered significantly, and keen observers would notice that Tiny, perhaps, looked intermittently more irritated than usual -- and then, occasionally, maybe a little abruptly fond, like he'd caught sight of something cute and hadn't expected it.

Annie, meanwhile, had conspicuously not listed any blender drinks up on her specials board, and kept darting glances behind the bar as she hung it up.

~*Specials*~
Cape Codder
Negroni
Margarita (on the rocks)

And once the board was mounted and Annie was back behind the bar, almost as if on cue, there came a soft fussing from the little carrier she'd brought Maggie in. And that was why everything Annie had put up on the board could be made with one hand if she had to, since it looked like she'd be holding her for awhile until she calmed back down enough to maybe snooze for the last half of the shift, at least. Considering how much Ben had been wailing when they'd left, sleep didn't seem a definite prospect once they were home, either.

The joys of parenthood.

[and open!]

Pick Your Poison, Thursday

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

This week, Margo's obsession had gotten cleaved right in two: one, further research into opportunities to go back to Fillory, yes.

Two, research into the best party this island had ever seen.

Anyone entering Pick Your Poison would find Margo on the floor in the corner, surrounded by brochures and magic books alike. Which were for Fillory, and which for the party? You'd be surprised by the answer.

Well, sometimes.

[[ open ]]

The Photo Hut - Thursday

[flamesburned]

Liz had quite a bit of work to finish off from the last couple of weeks, especially from the end of month reports so she figured she’d spend at least a few hours that morning working on that.

She hadn’t actually been expecting a customer and when Connor had arrived not long after she had opened, she spent some time making the sale for some polaroid cameras and all the film that they had for those cameras so that took a bit of time before she was able to sit and start making progress on her report.

[the Photo Hut is open, Connor modded with permission!]