Luke's Diner; Tuesday [10/29].

[chef_chocobro]

Supririsngly absolutely no one who knew him, Ignis was taking a bit of inspiration from the school trip and bringing it to the specials board at Luke's that week. Which had Greg asking if that pretty much just meant a lot of maple syrup and poutine, and Ignis, scoffing, refused to dignify that with a response until he'd had a sip of his coffee.

And once he had that sip, he pointed out that there was so much more to Canadian cuisine than maple syrup and poutine.

"Yeah, but there's going to be maple syrup and poutine, though, right?"

"Well," Ignis huffed slightly, "yes. I must admit that I am planning on having those today, but that's hardly the point. It isn't all maple syrup and poutine."

"Right," Greg nodded, "so All-Dressed chips, too, right?"

"...please do not speak to me again until this mug is empty, for your safety as well as everyone else's."

Today's Specials
Mini Tourtières with Grilled Poutine
Vegan Soupe Aux Pois
Pouding Chômeur

Luke's est ouvert!

The Photo Hut; Tuesday [10/29].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto was really still sort of buzzing over how well everything had gone on the trip. Not perfect, by any margin, there were definitely some times where it got a little rough and made him wonder why he thought bringing an almost-two-year-old on a trip was a good idea, but the good moments, the great moments, more than made up for those. And the fact that he and Liz were able to tap into their friend resources enough to get two nights to themselves, too? What could have been better? They couldn't have done that on a trip with just themselves! He was just really pleased with how everything went...and where things were likely to go from here.

And, of course, he had about fifty gazillion pictures that he'd started going through pretty much yesterday, that he was still working on picking out the best ones to save. The problem was that almost all of them, he felt, were worthy of keeping, with a few very obvious ones where a finger had gotten in the way, or Noctra had clearly grabbed the camera as he was snapping, or...well, look, 100% of the shots weren't going to be winners! But he was having a really hard time picking through his favorites.

The Photo Hut is open!

Atlas Gym; Tuesday [10/29].

[sword_chocobro]

Gladio was pleased to find out that everything at the gym had gone without incident the whole time he was gone on the school trip. Well...except for a gremlin at one point getting stuck in the Cup Noodle^TM claw machine in the lobby.

And Gladio was going to spend the entire day going back and forth on whether or not he actually wanted to know how or, even more importantly, why that happened. Just when he was feeling pretty sure he needed to know the story, he started to think that he was better off living in blissful ignorance.

But he felt that adding a small 'Please keep OUT of the claw machine. --Atlas Mngmt.' to the glass was an important step forward, either way.

And while it wasn't his delicious and amazing Cup Noodle^TM, Gladio felt an exception could be made with respect to the trip when he went and added some new cups to the prizes in the machine.

Atlas is open!

Spirit Halloween- Tuesday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

Not that long ago Rey had been fighting capitalism in a Wal-Mart in the woods, and now she was shopping at the Spirit Halloween in its place. In the woods. Life was weird.

She'd done Halloween all of once and absolutely did not consider herself good at it. Half the costumes were more than she was comfortable with but she also didn't see the point of dressing up if she was going to be completely boring/disappointing. Luckily she had a bestie who was great with this sort of thing.

She was flipping through the racks, pulling one off to frown at. "...Is this sexy popcorn?"


[For Summer but open if you wanna shop!]

Infinite Consortium - Tuesday

[single_man_tear]

Vacation was definitely over for Dean. Halloween might not have been a big day for spooks specifically, but the fall season brought plenty of pagan harvest festivals, each honoring gods and entities who always seemed to make their presence known this time of year. And this year was no exception.

Between helping the rare customer at the Consortium, Dean spent most of his time on the phone, backing up hunters in their skirmishes with local law enforcement and offering advice on dealing with the nastier creatures they encountered.

"A scarecrow come to life? That’s a classic. Alright, Travis, that's probably tied to some harvest god. Look for any old runes or offerings nearby—corn, bones. Destroy whatever’s anchoring it to the spot. Fire’ll work, but make sure you scatter the ashes, or it might pull itself back together by next harvest. Oh! Right. Check the local towns and farms for anyone having a better crop than usual for the last several years. That's usually the give away. Yeah, and text me when you have the job done or if you need back up. Later, man."

And no sooner had Dean hung up the phone was ringing again. "Federal Bureau of Investigation. Tom Willis speaking."

It was going to be a long day.

Mystery Sign Theater 3000, Tuesday

[shapethecentury]

Bucky hadn't been on the school trip, obviously, but he was still one of the recently returned. From Wakanda, in his case. Another round of meditation, deprogramming, Ayo being grumpy with him, and Shuri tsking over the metal in his shoulder.

Once again, coming to Fandom felt like a break.

There was still novelty in that.

Anyway, it meant that on Tuesday, he finally made it back to the movie theater again. He was overseeing the concessions stand, which mostly just meant nudging things around occasionally while eating popcorn. He'd taken a tub out to the kid manning the box office, too.

NOW SHOWING
Frankenstein
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Also, yeah, the whole theater was decked out in all the usual decorations. Lots of pumpkins and bat shapes. Ingrid had gone all out.

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

The bar was done up for Halloween in typical overboard fashion, to the point where fake spiderwebs were getting all over everything, and anyone who walked in might have to either duck or take one onto the face. Kitty was absolutely spending a lot of her night trying to clear them off the bar so people didn't end up with them on the bottom of their glasses while Tino write up the board.

SPECIALS
Spooky Cinnamon Shots

Fireball. It was Fireball.


[Open!]

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"Excellent choice of suit, Tiny!" Lucifer greeted the man, jovially and impressed, as he walked into the club.

He paused a few steps in. Looked over his shoulder. Looked at Tiny again.

"... Right, that won't do," he said, pacing back to him. "Here, let me get you the number of a good tailor..."

The Devil's Nest was open. And remarkably well-dressed.