Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

Steven kept checking, since he didn't trust his memory, and sure enough the holidays were next week. So today he was making sure as many things in the Museum were taken care of so that Blathers wouldn't be left in the lurch when Steven was off next Thursday.

Next Thursday. Which was going to be October already. When did that happen??

Still, Steven was pleasantly busy. And behind the Welcome Desk if any visitors should need him.

[open]

The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (9/26)

[drumsticksandd20s]

Steph had Plans for a new campaign at the store, as the stack of sketches and notes beside her laptop might suggest, as well as the way she'd occasionally make a noise and grab for a notebook, then start furiously scribbling in it.

Also the way her laptop was open up at the counter, where she appeared to be designing a disturbing number of custom minis. Because hey, if she could avail herself of the makerspace over at Stark Industries, why not?

The regulars who were signed up for this campaign should probably worry. Then again, if they'd played with her for even a couple of sessions at all, they should know that by now.

[OOC: Open!]

Stark Industries - Thursday

[the_best_sister]

Yelena had no issues getting her usual coffee this morning, much to her surprise. The gremlins were preoccupied with creating overly intricate latte art instead of their usual chaotic destruction of the lobby. She wasn’t sure how long the peace would last, but she wasn’t going to question it.

Back at her desk, Yelena refocused on her real job—sifting through possible hacking attempts, bizarre reports from New Jersey, and the latest in weird fan mail. The strangest one today? Some overly enthusiastic fan from Tony’s reality kept sending cookies.

Yelena stared down at the two dozen snickerdoodles, each decorated with painstaking detail to resemble Tony’s goatee.

She wasn't sure what was more disturbing: the fact that someone sent these or that it smelled so good.

Il Pollo, Thursday Evening

[mustbeawitch]

Lydia had handwavily sent out some texts and called upon Il Pollo earlier in the week to make sure they could accommodate a party of uncertain size, and now the time had come for the first gathering of what Lydia was thinking of as the Supper Club. As the de facto hostess, she did hope everything went well, but she had already spotted tiramisu on the menu, so she was sure it would.

(Welcome to the first meeting of Supper Club, the club where we try the island's various restaurants! If you think Lydia (or Flint, although...Flint) would have contacted your character about joining them for Supper Club, or if you want to have gotten a misfired text from Lydia (or Flint, although...Flint), you're welcome! And for future gatherings you're welcome to have heard about it by word of mouth or squirrel.)

The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

[ifwebeworthy]

I thought the sound system would be fixed by now.

"It is," Thor said as he dried a glass and put it back in its place, ignoring the look it got him from Tiny. Tiny could question his sanity all he liked, just as Thor questioned Tiny's on a regular basis.

Then why is Immigrant Song playing on a loop? Or is that just in my head?

"Does that often happen to you?" Thor asked, now mildly concerned.

Not a lot to listen to over here, Don pointed out.

"Ah." Thor was aware of that, of course. "Of course. The song is playing, in the bar, and as to why: because I like it."

Trying to defeat your own earworm?

"Shut up."

The Devil's Nest is open!

The Photo Hut - Thursday

[flamesburned]

It was the last Thursday of the month so Liz was trying to stay focused on getting the last of her reports done even though every now and then she would look through the photos that she had been able to take from her visit to Strixhaven and pick out which photos she wanted to include on her memory board.

The sorting through photos was proving to be more interesting than finishing off the monthly reports so not much work was being done on the reports.

[the Photo Hut is open!]