Luke's Diner; Tuesday [09/02].

[chef_chocobro]

Ahhh, well. Nothing quite solidified a definitive return to Fandom quite like being stuck with a hat that one could not remove from one's head. And it apparently switched, because when Ignis had tried to remove the hat, it was replaced with a flower crown, and when he tried to remove that, it reverted back to the hat, and...well, he certainly wasn't going to waste more time exploring if there should be an inevitable cessation of the series. After all, it wasn't as if he had to look at it...

But then there was an additional reminder that Fandom was very much being Fandom this week as he came into the diner with some news from the kitchen as he set to getting his coffee before settling in on deciding the days specials: everything was coming up pancakes.

Just pancakes.

Well, except for the coffee, thank goodness, but anything food related was just coming up pancakes, but as far as a restriction on what he could intentionally make went, he supposed that one wasn't too bad. He did, however, have a sneaking suspicion that this was somehow due to Summer's influence, though precisely how, he could not explain.

(Generally, though, it felt like a realistic assumption to make).

Today's Specials
Cheddar Bacon Pancakes
Loaded Blueberry Oat Pancakes
Chocolate Corruption

Luke's is open!

Atlas Gym; Tuesday [09/02].

[sword_chocobro]

As much as Gladio actually did kind of appreciate how nicely that flower crown complimented his long, flowing locks, he really was going to miss constantly tasting the delicious magical flavors of Cup Noodle^TM just by merely existing like he had yesterday. At least now he had a new goal in life: find some science-minded person to figure out how to make everything taste like Cup Noodle^TM at all times.

(Over on the other side of the park at Luke's Diner, Ignis Scientia felt a sudden chill down his spine and could not quite explain why).

For now, though, he at least had plenty of Cup Noodle^TM to keep him satisfied in between taking care of a few things around the gym and maybe squeezing in a little workout here and there, too. And looking fabulous while doing it.

Atlas is open!

The Photo Hut; Tuesday [09/02].

[hashtag_chocobro]

And so there'd been a successful trip to Eos and they didn't get trapped, and what was more, even more than the new extra insight that Liliana had given him about her theories regarding the Starscourge, Noctra had finally gotten to meet real, live, actual chocobos for the first time, and she had absolutely adored them. It felt like such an elated relief to Prompto that he wondered how much of his anxiety had actually been tied to his trauma around portals and wasn't just some deep dread that she would hate his favorite animal in the whole entire multiverse (yes, even more than puppies, although, let's be honest, it was a pretty close race!).

Okay, okay, he knew it was definitely about the portals, but everything had actually turned out fine, and so now, maybe, he could focus on the more positive.

And that included combing through all the photos he'd taken over the weekend, and realizing that a part of him was already starting to wonder if maybe planning more trips back home was in the future. Probably not anytime soon, with the new baby's due date creeping up closer and closer, but it was...a little surreal, really, to think that it was even possible now...

So, with an adjustment to the flower crown that kept jauntily tilting on his head around his hair, Prompto leaned in to get to work culling through the weekend's photos to pick out some of the best and just think back as to how nice the whole weekend had been (when he wasn't, you know, being anxious about it).

The Photo Hut is open!

The Beach, Tuesday Afternoon through Evening

[carbsliftthespirit]

When Raiden had decided to throw a Labor Day cookout at the beach, he'd had a couple of stumbling blocks. First, he'd envisioned it happening on Labor Day, which hadn't ended up working out, which had been, uh, probably for the best, it turned out. Second, he hadn't been able to spend the day before the party doing prep because of the reason the delay had turned out being a good idea, but he'd managed to get it all together in a flurry of activity today.

Third, he hadn't been able to decide between a fish fry or a seafood boil. So, in true Gluttony fashion, he'd decided to do both! Which meant he was manning both the fryer and the boil pot, a flower crown perched at a jaunty angle over his backwards baseball cap, plus there was plenty of other food for people who weren't feeling the fruits of the sea, and a whole table of dessert. You fancying coconut cake? Chocolate cake? Key lime pie? Banana pudding? Raiden's got you covered.

There was also a bonfire going, and downwind of the rest of the setup there was a fire pit, with a table with s'mores fixings and a handmade sign reading 'Marshmallow Containment Zone.' And, of course, there was plenty of beachy fun to be had, but mostly food. A lot of food.

Come on down to the beach, everyone! Stretch summer out one more day, and maybe eat a whole lot of shrimp in the bargain.

Needful Things, Tuesday

[knightinshinarmor]

You know, there was something about sitting in the midst of a cache of goods that you helped, uh, acquire. Remy had known this for years, of course, but it had been a long time since he last experienced it.

He hadn't gone on quite the level of crime spree as he was still playing out had with Harley in ages. And none of this seemed that likely to lead him to an adventure where he nearly died several times!

He was somewhat sprawled at the sales desk today, his colony of cats (back down to three, where had the other three gone? He would never know), excitedly exploring everything and placing their own cat-like claims on various objects.

"Hey," he said, snapping his fingers at Lucifer. "No scratching. Be good."

And because telling a cat anything was an exercise in futility, he dropped his hand to his side to scritch the air, summoning the little orange cat to come get scritches of his own.

Welcome to the Needful Things. It wasn't . . . actually officially reopened yet. Remy made no effort to take down the sign Harley had put up. The door wasn't, like, locked though. So you didn't have to break in if you wanted to wander around.

[open!]

All Around the Island, Early Tuesday Morning

[shapethecentury]

Had you enjoyed your new flavors? Well, they were gone now, as the island's attention flitted to something else. A kind of a... festive feeling? Something nice. Pretty - and/or ostentatious.

All across the island, people were going to wake up to a new day with equally new headwear. For some, it would be a flower crown in the style of a popular image-based social media platform in 2013. For others, it was going to be an incredibly fierce hat as worn by a legend to an inauguration in 2009.

Some, of course, were going to wake up with just the regular hair on their heads. But they were still going to be seeing other people in Aretha hats and flower crowns, so everyone was still going to get a bit of the fun.

And to keep it fun - in a very PG sense - the island was also putting a restriction on certain things coming out of people's mouths. Everyone brace yourselves for saying 'fudge' and 'fudging' or 'smurf' or 'whatchawoo' or literally any other word substitution someone might think of to replace a curse word with. And yes, it went for you too, the folks used to saying stuff like 'poodoo'. The island knew what the bad words were.

In the meantime, memories continued to play out all over town.

They probably got to keep their cursewords.

[ooc: No cursing for the rest of the week!]