Parents Weekend Festival, Saturday

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Festivities in the park continued on Saturday! There were little lanterns cast all around, and all the snack offerings from the previous day had now been joined by a hot chocolate stand and a hot cider stand.

There were also some light autumn activities available.

(Please only carve pumpkins, not your fingers.)

[ooc: Open!]

Caritas, Saturday (9/27)

[needsacatchphrase]

Things could somehow get weirder this weekend. But Jane had extended an invitation to her... doppelganger? Duplicate? To the other her here. So, here she was, cleaning the bar like it would save her from the weirdness of everything.

Tino? Unhelpful. Valkyrie? Also unhelpful, but in a different way.

"I'm not getting you popcorn for if Thor shows up," Jane scolded under her breath.

Val just laughed with her fully stolen bottle of whatever alcohol had been closest when she'd sat down. "Spoilsport."

Parents Weekend Specials
Ginger Apple Moscow Mule
Spicy Bourbon Pumpkin Smash
Maple Whiskey Sour

The bar was open, though!

Over Easy, Saturday

[carbsliftthespirit]

Was Raiden a little bit nervous about his brothers seeing his new restaurant for the first time? Honestly, yes, even though one of them had done most of the interior design and the other two could not care less about interior design. Look, nerves didn't have to make sense.

At least he knew the food would be good.

Specials
Whole Wheat Apple Pancakes
Pumpkin Cinnamon Rolls
Chorizo & Egg Skillet
Welcome, Guests!

Over Easy is open!

The Onsen, Saturday Afternoon

[thatsmysword]

Last night was fuzzy. Very fuzzy.

Henry wasn't even sure if he'd gotten around to explaining the island to Sir Hans. Perhaps he'd tried? There'd been a lot of drinking, was the thing. He felt he could vaguely remember Hans shouting invectives at the pink birds in the park, a poor attempt at scaling the rocks, stumbling into some creature composed of alot of wine, some green thing biting Hans, more invectives, some sort of inn, and then-- waking up with a headache on top of a snoring noble?

There had been more wine in the morning, of course. And then a failed explanation of the big black box in the room. And finally, finally, H-- Sir Hans had brought up baths.

And so now that was where they were. Soaking in the hot onsen, while Sir Hans complained about the lack of attractive bath maids, drinking wine. Was this still from last night? He couldn't tell.

"No, no, I mean it," he was stressing, not for the first time, "We're in a different time and everything! Well across the ocean. You don't-- look, Hans--"

"Why would they put rocks in the bath? And trees?" Hans asked. "Ooh, are they for climbing? Peasant! You should climb the bath rocks!"

"I'm not going to-- will you sit still and listen--"

"I'm getting more wine!"

Well. At least Henry was distracted.

[[ open, if you want your bath time to be full of drunk medieval teenagers. ]]