Trooper Station, Friday

[pocketpretzels]

There was no coffee in the desk drawers. There were no oranges dropping in out of nowhere. There were not even any calls from the Bee Lady. It was all suspiciously normal. Almost too normal.

Pizza Planet, Friday

[carbsliftthespirit]

It continued to be way too hot, and running into Steve at the beach yesterday had given Raiden an idea for a way to maybe spend less time by the ovens today: cold pizza.

No, not like that. Raiden didn't understand the whole 'cold pizza for breakfast' thing, because he never had leftover pizza in the first place. He'd gotten a little more creative.

Specials
Cold Veggie Pizza
Strawberry Dessert Pizza
Ice Cream Pizza

Pizza Planet is open!

The Ink Spot, Friday, June 21, 2024

[fears_no_one]

Flint had been doing some major clearing out and rearranging in the week since he'd washed up on shore, broken into the bookshop and declared it his.

He'd also spent an inordinate amount of time flipping the lights on and off, flushing the toilet, and turning on the hot and cold water taps in the apartment above the shop. He'd also quietly panicked at the cold air cycling through the building. The less said about his search for a giant ice cube secreted in the cupboards, the better.

He hadn't made sense yet of the how the books were arranged (other than "a lot of them" and "in many piles") and he kept getting distracted by some title or another. He also had no idea what a "bookbelt" was, so he'd taken the sign outside down and replaced it with a temporary piece of timber that he'd scrawled "THE INK SPOT" onto. He'd get a better, more permanent sign soon.

He was currently seated in a battered leather reading chair under a lamp with a copy of Cervantes' Novelas Ejemplares. On the checkout counter/holding space for the books he'd already finished (not many) was a tiny Kuwaiti flag, celebrating their independence from Great Britain on June 19, 1961.

The bookshop was open.

Needful Things; Friday

[totalwildcard]

There would be no special sales at Needful Things on Friday.

Instead, there were a bunch of rickety, creaky old electric fans set up around the sales counter, where Harley was also armed with an extremely fancy antique hand fan against the heat.

Whether she'd actually keep the store open all day long remained to be seen. But so far? The odds weren't great.

'Cause she could've been upstairs, dunking herself in a nice cold bath, instead.

(open!)

Rey's warehouse- Friday

[thatwaslucky]

The warehouse was more humid than hot, which was something? Maybe? Rey knew she could train it it at least, and for as much as she hated the snow simulation she did have it on just in case it worked like an air conditioner.

The woodchucks were milking it, though. One of them was dragging itself across the floor like a cartoon character who was just about to find an oasis.

Stark Industries [Friday Afternoon, 21/6]

[regulationslacker]

You know, Mariner would've loved to just focus on the fact there was some interesting celestial phenomena (just because it happened regularly as a standard function of orbital mechanics didn't mean it wasn't interesting), but she'd forgotten about this particular sucky aspect of the twenty first century. Or just living on a planet at all.

But she was dealing with the heat the Starfleet way!

Look, attempting to build a coffee slush machine for the gremlin so they could make frappacinos more easily was totally a Starfleet way of dealing with this kind of weather.

Fandom Pride Festival 2024: The Park, All Day Saturday (6/22)

[drumsticksandd20s]

The rainbow in the sky over the island for Pride was tradition, any and all weather logic be damned, and it seemed to be especially -- almost defiantly -- bright this year.

And the festival's organizer wouldn't have it any other way.

The park was all decked out in rainbows, glitter, and miniature Pride flags of different varieties. The bounce house and ballpit slide were back again to serve as the centerpiece this year, as were the assortment of rides and very queer-themed carnival games.

The stage with its NPC bands and open-mic sessions was set up next to the picnic area, where an assortment of highly moddable foods had been provided by whichever restaurants Steph had strong-armed into prevailed upon to contribute. Tables and booths were set up on the other side of the picnic area for any vendors or local businesses that wanted to take part, but don't worry, no one was going to try and get you to sign up for a credit card or anything like that. Steph would have personally beaten anyone who tried that over the head with their own clipboard.

Happy Pride, Fandom! Have at it.

[OOC: After I put up the OCD, that is. Threads are up! Go wild.]