Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

Steven was at his post behind the Welcome Desk looking cheerful as ever. He was also wearing his rainbow flag Pride pin on his shirt, because it was still Pride and he wanted to show it off.

While working, Steven focused on preparing things for displays for the summer months. When taking breaks he made notes about things that needed to be done before he and Llewellyn left for their weekend holiday on Friday night.

Otherwise he was there and happy to stop what he was doing for any visitors who needed him.

[open!]

Plant Parenthood; Thursday [06/27].

[what_big_teeth]

When she wasn't actively working on helping a customer or do something around the shop or making notes to herself about a few things in her plant journal, Eleanor was on her phone. She had really only just recently started using it a little bit more; the influx of messages sent to her last week, as confusing and awkward as some of them may have been, seemed to have reminded her that not only did it exist, but that it was something she could use for more than just calling people and receiving messages.

She could use it for research.

So, with a furrowed brow and untrained fingers, she typed in her queries, and read deeply, and got sucked into the inevitable sort of internet research rabbit hole that she was wholly unprepared to avoid getting sucked into, which at first seemed pretty innocent ('how do you host a good movie night?') and then went in very unexpected directions when she started looking into the movie in question that had inspired her to maybe do something as crazy as throwing a movie night in the first place.

The deeper she got, the more she wanted to look away, but she found that she just couldn't.

Eleanor had really dealt with some bizarre, messed up stuff in her short life, but none of it could prepare her for the internet pipeline of the meta forShrek fandom....

Plant Parenthood is open!

Pixie Dust; Thursday [06/27].

[beautiful_boc]

Boc had long since stopped questioning the hows and whys of how certain fashions and clothes found their way into the back room at Pixie Dust, or even the main shop floor, sometimes waking up from his nest under the counter to blink blearily at the new displays and wondering when the other staff members had time to even put all that up. And then to sort of marvel and be bewildered on why anyone would want to put some of those things up in the first place.

Today, that baffling style of clothing took the form of a copious amount of bell bottomed pants in a variety of materials and colors.

And do not get him started on the velour and polyester suits!

He did rather like some of the longer, flowy skirts and the dresses with bright and colorful floral patterns, though. And he liked running his fingers through the fringe on some of the vests.

Pixie Dust is open!

The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (6/27)

[drumsticksandd20s]

Did the store really need a deep cleaning? No, Little Bot was too diligent for dust to ever become a real threat, and for the most part the regulars were great at cleaning up after themselves. Possibly because they didn't want to be shown up by the gremlins, but Steph wasn't complaining about that either way.

The store was getting a deep cleaning anyway, because Steph was feeling a bit at loose ends without the constant flurry of Pride planning that had taken over her last few weeks. If she didn't find ways to keep herself very busy and away from the computer she was going to start getting into arguments about TTRPG mechanics on the internet and nobody needed that.

[OOC: Open!]

The Perk; Thursday Morning

[totalwildcard]

Some days you just woke up with an extra strong desire for coffee that your humble coffee machine at home just couldn't really sate. And that was what had Harley rushing into the Perk and right to the counter on that particular Thursday morning.

"Have you guys ever tried puttin' all your different special coffees together?" she asked the nearest barista, with her hands against the edge of said counter, leaning forward way too much. "Espresso, latte, supercalifragilisticexpialimocha, whatever you got, like, all into one thing of coffee?"

It was gonna take a while, because it was now an experiment!

An experiment where the result was going to be just a big thing of coffee with maybe a faint taste of milk in there, if you were being generous, but no one tell Harley that yet! No spoilers.

(open, duh)

Devil's Nest | Thursday

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie's phone was blowing up when she came in tonight, because guess what, kids -- it wasn't just a pre-election summer in this world, and Annie had friends back home who had a vested interest in who made it to the White House in their own.

And, of course, they wanted her help with all of that.

(For the record, MM also did not believe her when she had told him the recent Presidential track record in this universe, because some things were just too silly even for him to believe.)

In any case, once Kimiko started in with the animated Starlight gifs to go along with MM's patient requests, a decision was reached, and her phone was turned off. Look -- if Diego needed her, it was a very small island, and he could just bring the kids in, okay? Better that than spend the rest of her shift wrestling with a decision she'd made two years ago and stuck to.

That being said.

~*Specials*~
Nostalgia
Manhattan
Starlight Sangria

[and open!]

The Ink Spot, Thursday, June 27, 2024

[fears_no_one]

Flint was master of his own domain! A domain much less full of ugly, overly carved furniture now. (But he'd kept the reading chair. And mattresses had come a long way in three hundred years.)

The bookshop portion of the building had gotten slightly tidier (now that he had space to horde them upstairs), with a very small bookshelf next to the checkout area that contained the five books he'd finished and didn't like. He might be convinced to sell those to you. Perhaps. On the counter tiny flags of the Seychelles and Somalia had replaced Kuwait's. Their independence days from the United Kingdom were celebrated this week, so Flint was celebrating, too.

He was in a chair by the window with a copy of Milton's Paradise Lost. The door to the shop was open because he'd never been taught about keeping all the cold air inside.

The Photo Hut - Thursday

[flamesburned]

Liz was trying to get some work done on her end of month financial report but she was getting side tracked by looking at different photo albums and photo frames and that she was finding that more enjoyable than the work that she had to. In particular she was having a hard time working out how many photo frames to go with but Noctra had drawn so many drawings that she decided to go with ordering a few extra so they had some options to go with.

[the Photo Hut is open!]

Trooper Station, Friday

[pocketpretzels]

There was a large pile of random junk in the middle of the station again. Single socks, remote controls, loose keys, mugs, basically those inconsequential random things that go missing on a regular basis.

"Let me guess," Watts said. "Recycling Amnesty Day again?"

"Oh, no," Calvin shook his head. "This is the work of... The Masked Raccoon. Ralph's already making calls for people to come get their stuff."

The Trooper Station is open, come on in and pick up that Key That May Or May Not Actually Open Something, the good spoon, or whatever it is you've been looking for the last few days but haven't had any luck in finding.