Town Hall, Monday

[weirderthanthou]

You know, Jesse hadn't appreciated how comparatively quiet some months could be. Whenever the island acted up, paperwork wound up on her desk. And right now, sitting in her office chair, she was staring at a lot of paperwork.

"Why do we even need this?" she asked, holding up the 'registration of temporary soul-animal form'. "For every single one of them? Does anyone expect me to send these out to people? They're already gone."

Nina shrugged, from where she was organizing stacks of paperwork in the corner. "Mayor Sum--"

"--mers thought it was a good idea," Jesse finished. "Why is that always the answer?"

"It isn't," Nina pointed out. "Sometimes the answer is 'mayor Swanson had us throw out the form that goes in between the first form and the last form and now none of it makes sense anymore'."

Why was Jesse always stuck cleaning up the messes of her predecessors, no matter the universe? Sigh.

[[ open! ]]

Pick Your Poison, Monday

[joan_of_bark]

("Look who sounds confident."

"Well, if the hottest flower in the hothouse likes me, how bad can things be? They're not always perfect..."

"And neither am I, squeaky.")

After a solid month-and-a-half, things had finally settled at home. Harley had fixed whatever multiversal issues she'd been having, the fungus zombies had been laying low, and Pam's stinging side had been gentle on her for several days in a row now. She was going to take that as a good sign - though it had also meant she hadn't exactly been back to Fandom much over the past three days.

She felt guilty about that. The work continued, after all.

Maybe she shouldn't have wasted a weekend celebrating. Maybe Harley made it too easy to pull her away from-- No. She wasn't going to think that way. Harley was important, too.

And so it was with a strange sense of dread that she returned to Pick Your Poison early on Monday morning. Opening the door, sweeping the floors. Vanishing upstairs into the laboratory for long stretches of time.

[[ open ]]

Pizza Planet, Monday

[carbsliftthespirit]

It was a lot quieter today at Pizza Planet, and hopefully a lot more likely to withstand an inspection from the Health Department.

"I kinda miss the little guys," Raiden said wistfully. "They were fun--well, okay, yeah, I guess a dolphin would be more inconvenient." Whew, bullet dodged.

Specials
Kale & Pesto Pizza
Prosciutto & Pear Pizza
Brussels Sprouts & Pancetta Pizza

Pizza Planet is open and dolphin-free!

Trooper Station, Monday, Sept 22, 2025

[grenadesandohana]

After swimming class, the Troopers' conversations about their cool animals (and Calvin's, which was apparently--by group consensus--deeply uncool) made a lot more sense to Steve.

It didn't mean he was going to pick a side in the argument, mind you. It just meant it made more sense.

The Trooper Station was open! Steve was learning about ancient Indian chess sets.

The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

[texted3times]

Tiny was still in time out for the pumpkin spice beer abomination, so while Eric would never be serving a drink, he was supervising what Tiny was trying to pour.

Marshmallow vodka: "Absolutely not."
Apple Pucker: "No."
Scotch: "We don't serve something that expensive to someone I don't like."

(Sorry, customer Eric didn't like. At least now you knew?)

The Devil's Nest was open! Order something normal.

The Magpie Emporium, Monday [23/09]

[giveittoyoursister]

Look, there was no reason in particular for Vi to break out all the games related to cats and being one (as well as a few copies of Wingspan), but she had. SO that was what the store was like today.

Saffron, of course, assumed that this was all being done to honour her. It was what Snuggle Human was there for after all.