Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

Steven was at his usual spot behind the Welcome Desk. Today he was working on displays for winter, highlighting which creatures on the island seemed to enjoy the snow, which seemed to tuck down for a winter's rest, and so on.

Steven looked at the various possible entries and wondered if squirrels going on school holidays to report the news counted as migration? Or was that only if the holidays themselves involved warm climates?

He resolved to talk to Blathers about that later, and kept writing up notes about things where it was less of a question.

He was, as always, interruptible.

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Pick Your Poison, Thursday

[witchoftheflesh]

Adrian knew that he was supposed to be doing work at work, but his sister Colette had just released the next book in her lesbian shifter erotica mystery and Adrian couldn't do anything but read it until he finished. Mostly to make sure that the MC made the right romantic decision, instead of hooking up with her horrible ex, even if she was going to be the next alpha of the neighboring pack.

"Great Forest, Coco, if you have Therese hooking back up with LuAnn and missing out on everything the Christy has to offer, I will cross Groves just to throw this book at your head," he muttered, glaring at the makeout happening on the pages in front of him. "This had better be a scheme to further the investigation of the boarding school, or so help me ..!"

Pick Your Poison was open, but very distracted.

Stark Industries - Thursday

[the_best_sister]

Technically, Yelena was working today. Technically.

For the most part her thoughts were elsewhere today. This was totally a thing because she was a cat last week and nothing more.

Truly.

She was very busy… staring out windows, counting ceiling tiles, rechecking the time every five minutes. Important things.

Pixie Dust; Thursday [11/14].

[beautiful_boc]

The weather may not have gotten cold enough where hats and gloves and mittens and scarves were needed, but Pixie Dust was clearly prepared for the moment when it did! A large shipment of them had come in, and Boc was slowly but industriously working his way through through them, taking long moments to appreciate the different fabrics, the different styles, all the vibrant colors...

And then stealing away with some of them and climbing on top of the counter to hunch over them to meticulously start taking them apart so that he could then learn how to put them back together and then start trying to make his own.

Pixie Dust is open!

Groovy Tunes; Thursday [11/14].

[x_wondrous_x]

If anyone needed help or was looking for Stewart in the shop that day, they'd find him in the back, on the stage, not sitting in his armchair throne but rather on the floor in front of it, surrounded by records and cassettes and 8-tracks and CDs, using the store's equipment to start digitalizing some of the great wealth of material available in what they sold here.

The bar had been incredibly low, all he wanted was to not repeat the disaster of the Ag Hall rave, but he felt tge first open mic night had been pretty successful. Was it just lightning in a bottle? Or just the first step toward momentum to having it be a bigger thing for the more musically or performance-inclined in the community?

He'd just have to wait for December's open mic, but he has a lot of work to do for a new set until then.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Taste of Thai, Thursday Evening

[mustbeawitch]

Lydia had found herself having to choose between El Burrito Loco and Taste of Thai for tonight's meeting of the Supper Club, and she knew from Professor Raiden's class last week that Mexican cuisine was often rather spicier than she enjoyed, so she had decided upon Thai food instead.

Boy, was she in for a surprise.

Welcome to Supper Club, everyone! Taste of Thai is open!

The Park, Thursday Morning

[joan_of_bark]

Pam's sentimental heart always longed for spring; for the excitement of new life, the sun rising higher with each day, the scent of flowers on the air. But she had come to embrace the rest of the seasons - to appreciate that when leaves fell in fall, it was so they could feed the soil for the months to come, and how the chill of the air drove the animals to their burrows to find much-needed rest.

It would be warmer later in the day, of course. But something about that fresh morning air drove her to take a walk from the store, through the less populated sections of the island. To feel the breeze on her skin and watch the trees grow yellow.

And of course, eventually, that brought her back to the park. "Of course you're still here," she told the flamingos, as she wandered along the pond with her hand stuck in the trousers of her overalls. "I wonder if the locals know how hard you are to kill."

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The Photo Hut - Thursday

[flamesburned]

When Liz went downstairs that morning she noticed that there were quite a few boxes of new stock that had been delivered so she was spending her morning sorting through the new stock and sorting out the old stock and changing up some of the new camera accessories displays. While she was busy sorting through everything, she was also taking the time to do an inventory and make sure that it was all up to date.

[the Photo Hut is open!]