Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

The blob of... whatever that had been in the display on the lower floor was gone. Which was good as frankly neither Blathers nor Steven had wanted to touch it. They both agreed that it was best not to wonder where it had gotten to and to simply be glad it wasn't around anymore.

The tomato plant upstairs was also... gone? Sort of? Last week it had been tall and fruiting (tomatoing?) Now in its place a tiny sprout remained. Steven had no idea what to make of it and wondered if he should give Nell a call to see if it was all right. But for now it neither seemed hurt nor was hurting anybody, so once again Steven and Blathers left it be.

Otherwise Steven was downstairs at his usual spot behind the Welcome Desk. After making sure the brochure rack was properly filled up, of course.

[open]

Cafe Fina, Thursday Evening

[mustbeawitch]

It wasn't a special occasion or anything, but Lydia felt it had been quite some time since the Supper Club had graced Cafe Fina and its singing, dancing tableware with their presence. It was quite delightful, and any newer residents of the island were in for a surprise, because she'd neglected to mention it in her missives letting everyone know where to meet.

Welcome to Supper Club, everyone! Try the grey stuff, it's delicious!

The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

[ifwebeworthy]

"No."

Tiny ignored Thor and kept writing on the specials board.

"Tis an abomination."

Still writing.

"Absolutely not."

Did Thor have any better ideas?

...he did not.

Special
Pumpkin Spiced Latte Brown Ale

The Devil's Nest is open. And seasonal.

The Photo Hut - Thursday

[flamesburned]

Liz was still feeling rather restless from last week, even though she wanted to try and get as much work as she could done while she was able to come downstairs and work from there.

She was taking it as easy as she could, she was hoping to have everything finished by lunchtime so she could go back upstairs for the rest of the day but she was seeing what she could get done in that time.

[the Photo Hut is open!]

Trooper Station, Friday

[pocketpretzels]

You would think that, being clones, the Troopers would all have identical daemons.

You would be incorrect.

The Trooper Station today was a veritable menagerie of animals Watts had for the most part never heard of before. Well, except for the porg, that was. Who apparently belonged to Calvin? Or Calvin belonged to her? Possibly both?

Look, it was complicated, and even though Jax had tried to explain it, it was a concept Watts was still trying to wrap his head around.