The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (5/8)

[drumsticksandd20s]

Steph was... decidedly not thinking about what this Sunday was.

Instead, she was busy drawing and cutting out a bunch of unsettling-looking cardboard fish to put up around the display for this week's crowdfunding spotlight game while also leafing through the summer course catalog to see what she wanted to sign up for.

[OOC: Open!]

Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

The phone was ringing when Steven arrived at work that morning. He quickly ran over to it to answer.

He didn't actually know the person on the other end and turned out they hadn't intended to call a museum in the first place.

They did want to talk, however. So Steven ended up having a perfectly lovely conversation with a stranger.

After he hung up he realized he'd forgotten to get their name.

Oh well. At least he had his work to distract him.

[open]

Groovy Tunes; Thursday [05/08].

[x_wondrous_x]

Reason #186 why Stewart should probably not be running a legitimate business: getting into comment arguments on the internet, especially on the Yelp reviews.

But in his defense, this particular commenter was asking for it by coming specifically for Stewart's performances at the Open Mic nights, and he was working on attacking that one specific reviewer from several different vitriolic accounts and various VPNs instead of doing...you know...actual constructive work that day.

He would argue that this was far more important, anyway.

Groovy Tunes is open!

The Park, Thursday Morning

[suitably_heroic]

It was funny. Every time Jack came back here, the island felt different. From a place of grief, to a place of dangers, relapse and recovery, to now, just... a place. Sure, part of it was that he knew he'd be back home in a couple of days, that they'd be testing the Portalocity subscription he had for their first show of the new record, but it was also just...

Something.

He took some time to suck up the ambiance that morning, wandering out of the hotel to roam Fandom's streets. This time, he didn't take the path up to Galactica Point, though-- he made it to the park, hands stuck in the pockets of his jacket. Watching the flamingos and the other birds flapping around.

On a whim, he picked a spot on the grass, by a tree, and sat down. He let his senses expand outward, slowly, in circles. From the grass to the birds in the water to the squirrels in the trees, and then beyond, into the town, and past that.

He used to let himself get lost in it. Now, he kept a gentle hold on his own place in the Force ('more of your Jedi zen bullshit', said a voice in his head, anchoring him there) as he let the life of it all wash over him.

It was peaceful. He felt good. It was good.

[[ open ]]

Pixie Dust; Thursday [05/08].

[beautiful_boc]

More denim had shown up at the shop that morning, but instead of shuffling it all into the already flush denim section, Boc took it upon himself to put a lot of it aside to start dismantling and tearing apart to use for practice in putting them together in interesting ways.

And by interesting ways, that mostly meant capes and cloaks.

So if anyone was in the market for a nice patchwork denim cloak just in time for summer, boy, were you in luck!

Pixie Dust is open!

Pick Your Poison, Thursday

[witchoftheflesh]

There were bags of chips tucked away around the store. Behind a row of bathbombs? Fun-sized bag of Doritos. Bottom drawer of the counter? Bag of tortilla chips. Above a light fixture? Party-sized bag of Fun-yuns. Hidden under the shelf? Fritos. Supply closet? Cheetos bag behind a broom. Even the cash register had individual chips (Ruffles Sour Cream and Onion and Lays Ketchup) tucked between each bill in the $5's and $10's sections.

At first, he'd thought that maybe he'd stumbled on Pam's secret snack stash. But he was forced to reassess when he found some of the more outlandish spots, like the Smartfood popcorn floating in the tank at the back of the toilet. And gave it up entirely when he found the chips in the till. He didn't know what the hell was happening, but he was pretty sure it wasn't Pam.

That was his day sorted, at least. Adrian was going to spend the rest of the day checking the weirdest, most out of the way places for party snacks. Like this bag of Chex Mix behind the radiator, sigh.

El Burrito Loco, Thursday Evening

[mustbeawitch]

No, Lydia hadn't chosen the island's Mexican restaurant for this week's Supper Club in a belated nod to Cinco de Mayo. She didn't even know what that was, don't be silly. She might have chosen it entirely at random, to be honest, but now that she was here she was considering finding out what the big deal was about 'nachos.'

Welcome to Supper Club, everyone! El Burrito Loco is open!

The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

[ifwebeworthy]

There had been a delivery of tequila at the Devil's Nest, which would have been more timely earlier in the week, but whatever. Thor could work with it.

Special
All Margaritas

There. That should do it. The Devil's Nest is open!

The Photo Hut - Thursday

[flamesburned]

Liz was feeling like she had a bit more energy than she had had the past couple of weeks so while she had the energy, she decided to do a quick inventory and make an update of what they had in the store for their files. Once she had updated the inventory, she then went back to focusing on getting as much of the paperwork that she could, trying to stay as ahead of the spreadsheets and reports since she was finding it much easier to finish off the monthly reports at the end of the month that way.

[the Photo Hut is open!]

Trooper Station, Friday

[pocketpretzels]

It seemed the lawn gnome thefts had picked up once again.

Not thefts of lawn gnomes, mind. Thefts apparently perpetuated by the lawn gnomes.

Hence why Watts was currently having some of the Troopers go out to collect the alleged thieves and bring them to a holding cell.

Only in Fandom, honestly.