Pizza Planet, Monday

[carbsliftthespirit]

When Raiden arrived at Pizza Planet on Monday morning, the only person there before him was mixing up the dough and he went straight back to his office, so he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary at first. He didn't even notice that he smelled like pizza, because everything smelled like pizza.

It was only when he emerged from his paperwork haze, and his office, to discuss the specials with the rest of the staff that he noticed.

"Huh," he said after a moment, and then sniffed his arm. Yep. He sure did smell like pizza. "I...have to go. Away. I have to go away." Before he took a bite out of somebody. Possibly himself. Maybe if he got off the island?

"But what about the specials?" Tito called after him as he headed for the door.

"Do whatever you want!" Raiden called over his shoulder as he texted Gray and Arden to please let him know when it was safe to come back. Hopefully before tomorrow. He had a party to throw.

Special
Pumpkin Spice Dessert Pizza

Pizza Planet is open! The Nephilim is not in.

All Around the Island, Monday Morning

[shapethecentury]

Another week was upon Fandom, and a new day was dawning. But it wasn't just any week on the island, or for the island. Yet another fall semester was beginning up at the school, marking a familiar re-starting point in the cycle of life on Fandom island, and this time, for whatever reason...

It had the island itself feeling a little bit nostalgic.

And so, in the early morning, when the first member of staff came to the Perk to get the day started, he was greeted not only by every usual pre-opening task that awaited him, but also a strange scene that played out near the order counter. The interior looked different there, for one thing, harkening back to design choices of an earlier, just barely past Y2K era. And then a customer showed up at the counter in a Fall Out Boy t-shirt and an old school Nokia phone in hand, and the girl behind the counter fumbled with the change a little, and apologized, because it was her first day --

And then they were both gone, and the counter and everything around it were back to a 2025 normal. The present-day barista blinked, but barely had any time to process, before one of his colleagues came in through the back, excitedly announcing he now had a taste and apparently it was cactus flower!

All across the island - the school, the dorms, the town - people were waking up to a new day, new flavors (unless they happened to have been here in 2012, and happened to taste the same), and the possibility of old memories playing out right before their eyes.

And the island, with its nostalgia trip through old favorites, was just getting started.

[ooc: BLAST FROM THE PAST WEEK begins! Did you know the first ever post in the townies comm was also the debut of the Perk? Now you do!]

Pick Your Poison, Monday

[joan_of_bark]

The shop was haunted. Or rather, the street in front of it seemed to be.

Pam had moved her lab equipment downstairs, to the back room - with the pain coming and going as it did, it felt unsafe to rely on the stairs. It was quiet, for the most part. Except, every so often, she heard it.

A voice. A male voice.

And yet, every time she walked to the front of the store to open the door and see who it was, there was nothing. Just the fleeting sight of brown curls, vanishing into thin air.

"This is the stupidest ghost I've ever encountered," Pam muttered, and turned away from the door.

"Breasts!" the ghost burbled anew.

[[ open ]]

The Perk, Monday afternoon

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

After class, Jon had decided on a cup of tea, and had headed to the Perk for that and a bit of time sat at a table going over notes from class and deciding on what to cover.

So now he was sitting at a table and wondering if he ought to be covering more actually-existing creatures. Except that did run the risk of actual trauma, which he was trying to avoid...

But what if Bigfoot triggered some trauma in one of his students? You never knew!

In between gnawing on his pen and jotting down notes, Jon was also people-watching. A surprising number of people seemed to be licking their lips today. Odd.



Open post!

Trooper Station, Monday, Sept 1, 2025

[grenadesandohana]

The phones were lighting up today, but the Troopers were far too distracted experimenting with finding out if they all tasted the same because they were clones to actually do any work.

Steve was rapidly losing patience with the complaints he was getting. "Stop licking other people," he finally snapped at the last phone call. "Of course she smacked you for it!"

He listened to the final question. "I'm not telling you what I taste like!"

It was going to be suuuuch a long day.

The Trooper Station was open!

Mystery Sign Theater 3000, Monday

[shapethecentury]

Guess who'd picked a great time to return to the island:

Yes, that was right, Bucky Barnes, fresh out a portal from Wakanda. Fresh in a manner of speaking, anyway - this latest round of brain work had been kind of a lot. Shuri seemed to think he was nearing a breakthrough, though, and even though Bucky himself was feeling compelled to wonder if she didn't actually mean a breakdown...

Well. Wasn't nothing, was it?

He fired off a quick text to Jesse to tell her he was both alive and back on the island, and then he let Ingrid briefly talk his ear off about how they should've been planning for all the seasonal screenings for every holiday coming up (it was never too early to think about Halloween, apparently), and something about the auditorium appearing to be stuck on only accepting movies from a particular year.

Aside from that, Bucky was unaware of any shenanigans. That was not going to last.

NOW SHOWING
Battle of the Realms

The Magpie Emporium, Monday [01/09]

[giveittoyoursister]

Vi had meant to get the month off to a start by swapping over a bunch of the summer themed games for some of the fall themed ones, but she'd gotten distracted almost immediately when she'd absently chewed on her thumb while going over her choices.

That absent chewing had turned to a confused licking. First of her lips, then the thumb in question, then several bits of random skin.

"Why do I taste like pink?"