Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

What had originally been intended to be a few days back in London had turned much longer when Khonshu had a request for his avatars to fulfill.

Well, all right. A request he wanted Marc to fulfill but Steven was part of the deal now and Khonshu could choke on it.

That had kept them all, Llewellyn included, away until yesterday evening. Which meant, between unpacking and making sure Midnight was all right, there'd been no time to catch up on what had happened while they'd been away. Such as why there were stray piles of glitter in the Museum lobby. Or why there was some sort of orange? Yellow? Originally a... fruit? Maybe? Rotted goop that had appeared in one of the previously empty displays in the museum's lower floor. Or the very clearly - which in and of itself was frankly suspicious - brand new and healthy tomato plant that had sprung up in the middle of the artwork upstairs.

Blathers was able to fill Steven in that he was pretty sure the glitter was leftover from the chaos of the previous week. The rest was anyone's guess. After some gentle questioning Blathers and Steven felt at least somewhat confident that the tomato plant wasn't an island resident having a day of it. But even so to be on the safe side they decided to leave the strangeness be. Hopefully whatever made these things appear would make them disappear as needed. No matter how tempting it was to try the tomatoes.

The glitter, on the other hand, had a known origin. So once Blathers went to bed for the day, Steven was left with a broom and dustpan to do the best he could to try to get rid of it.

Impossible to succeed, of course, but Steven gave it a go all the same. At least it kept him in the lobby and easily available to any visitors who stopped by.

[Sometimes real life provides Fandom inspiration. Anyway, open! Steven and Harley conversation NFB please.]

The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

[ifwebeworthy]

The apple drinks continued to flow at The Devil's Nest, and Thor was fine with that. Like Don, he was partial to apples, and they had gotten a delivery he was very excited about. If it didn't sell well that was fine by him. More for Thor.

He was, however, willing enough to share to put it on special:

Special
Cyser

The Devil's Nest is open and the apple mead is flowing.

Pixie Dust; Thursday [09/11].

[even_bigger_teeth]

Luma was, of course, working on redoing her nails after absolutely ruining them with a run through the woods as a wolf yesterday; she was, like the store itself, leaning into some autumnal colors, which inadvertently lead her nails to look like little candy corns. She wasn't entirely familiar with candy corn, she just thought the colors looked nice together, tilting her head as she held out her hand to observe her...well, handiwork.

And when one of the other employees asked for help unpacking a box of lightknit sweaters for one of the tables, she was so, so, so, so sad to inform them that she couldn't do anything for at least ten more minutes while the nail polish was drying.

And that's when the first glimmer of suspicion that Luma's obsessive nailpainting at work wasn't just vanity started to shine...

Pixie Dust is open!

The Photo Hut - Thursday

[flamesburned]

Liz had had a couple of restless nights and she was feeling it that morning when she went downstairs after another night when she hadn't slept very well.

She had considered staying upstairs for the day to do some work but she thought she'd try and see how much work she could get done that morning before lunch.

[the Photo Hut is open!]

Trooper Station, Friday

[pocketpretzels]

There were banana peels all over the station today. Not the bananas themselves, just the peels, scattered across the floor. Watts had darted and weaved his way to his office, but the Troopers were taking this as an opportunity to work on their pratfalls, stepping on and therefore slipping on the peels on purpose.

At least they had body armour?