Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

Steven had enjoyed his camping trip with Llewellyn. Longer than before, not too long as a whole. Even so, something about coming home yesterday had felt right. Like there was extra reason to pat the walls and tell Midnight it was doing a good job being a home. It was loved and where it was meant to be.

Strange. Couldn't possibly imagine why. Some quirk of the multiverse, perhaps.

Regardless, Steven did manage to leave said home - and his comfy bed with a proper mattress - to come into work. Which was where he was, in his usual spot behind the Welcome Desk, barring interruptions for things like his class with Stark in the morning.

[open]

Over Easy, Thursday Morning

[mustbeawitch]

Lydia had sent out a message after last week's class to her Supper Club regulars, letting them know that they would not be having supper this week, but rather investigating the island's newest eatery for 'brunch.' A time had been handwavily worked out that hopefully would allow for everyone to attend, although Lydia had to go and eat pizza after this, the poor dear.

She was in a splendid mood this morning, as she would soon be visiting a magical marketplace! Oh, it was evil, to be sure, but magic! Shopping! What wasn't there to be excited about?

It was rather unfortunate that their schedule meant they'd missed Will it Waffle? Wednesday, as that sounded like an intriguing occasion, but perhaps she could visit some other time.

Welcome to Over Easy and Supper Brunch Club, everyone!

The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (8/14)

[drumsticksandd20s]

It was a fairly routine day today, as far as Steph was concerned: the regular gaming groups were all settled in at their usual tables, the mini-painting club was set up in the designated area, Little Bot patrolled the area cleaning up messes and retrieving people's dice and game pieces from beneath tables, Saffron ostentatiously ignored everyone (especially her) as she slept in the middle of the displacer beast plushies.

Well.

Except for the cacaphony coming from the gremlins' table, where the gremlins were gathered around a booklet screeching in disbelief.

Steph, trailed dutifully by Little Bot and his trusty dented Sourcebook of Intimidation, headed over to try and figure out the problem.

"Wait," she said after a minute or so of squinting at the booklet handed to her by one indignant gremlin. It was photocopied and hand-stapled, though she didn't recognize it as part of her indie games inventory. "Are... these rules telling you that... you literally can't do anything that might be implied by, oh, I don't know, your characters' entire literal role descriptions and the entire game setting?"

The gremlins all waved their hands and screeched in the affirmative at her.

"This is stupid. Go find something else to play, okay? I'll..." She glowered at the booklet in her hand. "Do something with this. God, why do I have a feeling Ainsley is partly responsible for this ridiculousness?"

[OOC: One active fandom of mine that isn't outright fucking embarrassing. I am begging. Open, though I may be extremely slow.]

The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

[ifwebeworthy]

It was summer. It was hot. Thor saw no need to beat around the bush, as it were.

Special
Pina Coladas

*getting caught in the rain costs extra

Thanks. Now I have the song stuck in my head.

"You're not the only one," Thor grumbled.

The Devil's Nest is open!

Pixie Dust; Thursday [08/14].

[even_bigger_teeth]

Even though the actual time of participating was brief, Luma had been thoroughly displeased with so much about yesterday's activity, enough so that it still left her in a sour mood into that morning. Thankfully, she had work to go to, which was a gratefulness not so much for the work itself, but more for what she worked with.

Because she would work through a new shipment of items and put them on the shelves and racks, and while she was doing that, pluck out the things that caught her own eye the most and make a small pile of pretty dresses and shirts and skirts and shoes to try on for a bit of fashion therapy. She knew she couldn't really afford to go too far overboard with some new clothes, but maybe if there was one or two pieces she really liked, she could just splurge a little. It was the least the universe could do to make up for leaving her practically a drowned dog yesterday.

(Forget the fact that she could swim just fine, and she had chosen to turn into a wolf for it).

Pixie Dust is open!

The Park, Thursday Afternoon

[suitably_heroic]

Yeah. So. Talking to someone about the whole Jedi-rebuilding thing. Great idea. Good way to actually be helpful. It was fine! Fine.

Jack had even curated a whole thrash metal playlist for the morning and the walk here just to get him into the right fine mindset (nothing cured insecurity like some Anthr-- okay, maybe the phrasing wasn't great on that one), but of course someone's musical tastes had completely ruined his algorithm. By the time he was actually walking to the park - early, way too early - the playlist had finished and he had Tim McIlrath sing-yelling Are we not good enough? Are we not brave enough? Is the violence in our nature just the image of our maker? in his ears, memories of the weekend dancing around in his head.

He sat down on the bench. Set his lightsabers down beside him, and then - after a moment - reached up to take out the earbud. "We're not stories, we're not actors, we're awake and in control," he mumbled to himself. And then a few more times, for good measure.

Okay? Okay.

Time to wait for Rey.

[[ expecting one, but open! ]]

The Photo Hut - Thursday

[flamesburned]

Liz was starting to feel a bit better than she had last week, she was still feeling tired but she had been able to get a couple of nights rest and felt well enough that she could try and catch up on some of the work that she had left last week when she hadn’t been feeling well.

She was still taking it a bit slow but she was having a mostly productive morning and finishing what work she needed to do.

[the Photo Hut is open!]

Trooper Station, Friday

[pocketpretzels]

There was a duck in one of the holding cells when Watts arrived, and a flamingo in another. Both birds were squawking angrily at each other, loud enough to be heard throughout the entire station. Including Watts's office.

Why didn't he just let them go? Well. The log clearly said they were supposed to be on a 24 hour hold for, quote, "bird crimes". And who was he to argue with the log?

So he was just... dealing with the noise.