The Infinite Consortium, Monday

[deathsmajesty]

Liliana looked around her store in distaste. There was glitter everywhere. It looked like there had been a blizzard of glitter (she refused to acknowledge 'glizzard' as a word) in the store itself, with piles of glitter in heaps all around.

"I'm going to come down with sparkle lung," she muttered, stalking to the maintenance closet to get out the broom and dustpan.

...No, obviously, not for her to use. Don't be ridiculous. If she really had to, she would summon her steward over, but for now, the haunted armor and the ambush chair were doing a good enough job of it. And bottle gnomes. She was also pressing bottle gnomes into service. And some clockwork gnomes. And a clockwork servant. And...whatever the hell these things were, they were put to work cleaning the building, too.

There was no chance of her getting her shop glitter-free, no, but she'd settle not having to wade through several inches of the stuff.

Needful Things; Monday Afternoon

[totalwildcard]

So the previous week had been distracting. Kinda really distracting, actually, more than enough so that all thoughts of doing things like getting the store officially open again had flitted right out of Harley's little head.

But Monday morning had rolled around, and immediately upon taking her first step out the door to take Bruce out for walkies, Harley had noticed how nice it was out. And it had felt to her as if something had shifted. Or maybe that was just her brain.

Either way:

"Ooh fucking fantastic!"

Waitaminute.

"Fuck, shit, motherfucker - we're back!!"

So the energy of the day was excitement. Which, sure, Harley had also managed to feel a bunch of over the week, especially the day with all the glitter (and there was so much glitter still everywhere) but still. When she we assume returned from swim class, she left the store door wide open, and plastered a new hastily made sign in the window:

WE ARE RE-OPEN !!!

(open! for real, this time!)

Pizza Planet, Monday

[carbsliftthespirit]

Today at Pizza Planet, they were still trying to clean the glitter out of things, and it felt...quiet.

Too quiet.

"Maybe it's finally tired of throwin' stuff at us," Raiden suggested optimistically, and then peeked out the front windows again to see if Jell-o dragons were roaming the streets or something.

Specials
Loaded Baked Potato Pizza
Roasted Butternut Squash Pizza with Caramelized Onions & Rosemary
Old Bay Brussels Sprouts Pizza with Cheddar, Cream, & Sriracha

Pizza Planet is open! And...working on being glitter-free.

All Around the Island, Early Monday Morning

[shapethecentury]

As Sunday evening turned into the early hours of Monday, the Jack O'Lanterns (or what had still been left of them), the bunnies, and even the polar bears with their Cokes all went away again, and so the week of chaos and lack of swearing and occasional errant memories came to a close.

When Monday morning broke, it was unremarkable - except for how clear the sky was, and how fresh the air felt, and how nice and warm and yet not too hot it was outside.

In short: the weather was perfect.

Welcome to the first week of however many more years were still to come, Fandom island. Make it a good one.

[ooc: Why yes, as a bonus you all get a day of just really nice weather.]

Trooper Station, Monday, Sept 8, 2025

[grenadesandohana]

Well, the good news was that the Troopers weren't licking each other today and no one was complaining about snow monsters or alligators spitting out chompy goldfish. The bad news was it was beautiful outside and Steve, after several hours post-swimming class of sitting and staring out the window, finally stood up and made the Troopers go on a run with him.

So he was back on his fitness bullshit. Sorry, Troopers.

The station was open once the run was over!

The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

[texted3times]

Eric had slept through the beautiful day, but Tiny hadn't and so Tiny was in a great mood. He was mixing up apple-themed drinks, and Eric gave them a long, appraising look before declaring, "I'll allow it."

The Devil's Nest was open and cautiously embracing autumn.

The Magpie Emporium, Monday [08/09]

[giveittoyoursister]

The good thing about the nice weather was that it made cleaning up the store after all of the previous week a much more pleasant affair. And boy did the store need it, between the glitter and the pumpkin guts, and several new dents in Little Bot's Sourcebook of Doom, it had certainly been a week.

Saffron even condescended to sitting on the step (which was as close to Outside as Saffron cared to get, Snuggle Human) while Vi combed those last bits of glitter out of her fur.