Infinite Consortium, Monday

[deathsmajesty]

So the weekend had been very weird, even if all of Sunday's planned posts had been devoured by mandatory social but it was hardly the first time the island had been swept up by that kind of nonsense. At least she hadn't been a squirrel again.

But Monday had rolled around and she was thankfully herself again (less sweet innocence and more tit, thank Gaea), and Liliana was quite pleased to focus on the other sweeping changes that had occurred the week prior. Her new ring sat comfortably on her left hand, every So often catching the light and shimmering like a thousand golden suns.

Ugh, she was being sappy and sentimental. She might have to commit a few war crimes to set herself back on an even keel.

... But it really was a pretty ring, wasn't it?

The Photo Hut; Monday [06/09].

[hashtag_chocobro]

You know, as far as these weekends went, Prompto was feeling glad that he didn't wake up in absolute and utter pain from his legs wanting to fall off or his back aching from biking or rolling around the island all weekend. But there was still a negative side-effect of having been the personification of a shower over the last few days: it made him feel really awkward when actually faced with the prospect of a shower that morning.

And so as he was sitting there at the computer, working on touching base with his back-up photographer and figuring out how best to explain why he couldn't follow through on his gig that weekend (he had a contingency partner on the mainland for exactly these reasons!), he would occasionally stop and wrinkle his nose and lift up his arm for a deep breath to make sure he wasn't smelling to...uhh...ripe due to not having showered that morning. Which was going to be an issue if he was already feeling pretty gross having just skipped today's. But he couldn't even think of a shower without then hearing Johnny Splash's drawling honky-tonk voice in his head, commenting on it.

Maybe he could just splash around and clean up in the ocean? He'd dealt with worse in the past! Surely, he'd figure something out!

The Photo Hut is open!

Turtle & Canary; Monday [06/09].

[somethingwithturquoise]

For a brief moment, Summer was slightly thrown off by the cheese panda wearing a nametag. Not only that, but also what the nametag actually said.

"Do not," she said firmly, "tell me that this whole time, your name has been Earl."

Earl the Cheese Panda? Ridiculous. No. She refused to believe it.

Thankfully, her doubt proved to be well-founded, because he was only Earl for National Earl Day. Apu was also wearing a nametag that said Earl, and wouldn't you know it, he also had one for Summer.

"....fine," she said, taking it with a sigh and only because he'd made it very pink and sparkly and so it was pretty funny, actually.

Today's Squishy Flavors

Strawberry Rhubarb Pie
Duck à L'orange
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Monday: Covent Garden Flowers

[mylandmyrules]

Nell had a busy morning tracking down some exotic flowers from a man who wanted to impress his girlfriend. She'd tried to suggest that buying a set of super expensive and fragile orchid plants, might not be the best choice, but he was having nothing to do with her suggestions, so...

She was on the phone explaining the situation to one of their suppliers. It was taking a while because he was laughing so hard.

She'd be glad of a break later on.

Trooper Station, Monday, June 9, 2025

[grenadesandohana]

"Steve," a normal person might say, "you have had major surgery! It normally takes three months to recover! Only an idiot would go to work!"

And, indeed, Danny had said something very like that just this morning.

Yet here Steve was at work. Please don't let today be the day Fandom pulled a Honolulu had had a nuclear bomb scare, okay?

Devil's Nest, Monday Night

[texted3times]

Eric was back in his lounge area, avoiding Tiny and his tales of the weekend. As always, Eric was just glad he hadn't spent the weekend as a supermodel without a single thought between his ears.

The bar was open and the drinks were strong.

Pizza Planet, Monday

[carbsliftthespirit]

"Okay, I don't care where you got the art--actually, that's a lie. If you stole the art I need to know before the FBI knocks down my restaurant's door."

'I've never been caught before,' was not a reassuring answer, Castor.

"Whatever. I just want to open ASAP. The people need brunch. I gotta go, right now the people need pizza."

Specials
Pizza Waffles
Pancake Breakfast Pizza
Eggs Benedict Pizza

Pizza Planet is open!

The Magpie Emporium, Monday [09/06]

[giveittoyoursister]

The store was never not at least a little bit ready for Pride, but the big box of decorations had been slightly belatedly but enthusiastically been dragged out of storage and set up about the store, with more flags hung out and the pin displays and themed sets of dice put out in an even more prominent spot than usual.

Like last week, Vi had the model paints out, but today she was touching up Little Bot's rainbow paint job and mostly ignoring the half-finished and in her opinion not very good sketch she had in her notebook.