Pizza Planet, Monday

[carbsliftthespirit]

Today at Pizza Planet, Raiden was greeted by staff who wanted to show him a TikTok.

"...no. Absolutely not. There are limits. Are they--I don't think they even heated it up, are they just gonna serve it cold? You know what, get out of my kitchen. Get out."

After having it pointed out to him that that would mean running the restaurant solo, Raiden decided they were allowed to stay if they never spoke of this abomination again.

It did inspire him, though. He could do this better.

Specials
Pizza Chili
Chili Cheese Pizza
Chocolate Chip Cookie Pizza

Pizza Planet is open, and Ohio must be stopped.

Trooper Station, Monday, October 6, 2025

[grenadesandohana]

Steve was back in the office, reaching out to non-sucky FBI contacts (he'd been burned more than a few times by that agency) to find an expert in serial killers. There hadn't been another murder in the last few weeks back in Honolulu, but Steve didn't think his life was easy enough that some weird serial killer had traveled to Waikiki for vacation, killed two other serial killers and then gone back to, like, Omaha.

He left a message for a retired profiler named Alicia Brown who lived in Fairfax, Virginia, then turned his attention to what the Troopers were doing, and paused, staring.

"...what are you doing?" he finally asked.

Childhood photo team building guessing game, apparently. It looked like exactly the same photo printed out multiple times from where Steve was sitting, and he wasn't investigating any further.

The Trooper Station was open!

The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

[texted3times]

Tiny had five bottles of pumpkin spice Kahlua.

Eric stared at them suspiciously. "I'll allow it," he said slowly, "but don't put any of it into a drink of mine."

The Devil's Nest was open! And seasonal, apparently.

The Magpie Emporium, Monday [6/10]

[giveittoyoursister]

There was a bird. No some small bird that would have Vi would be picking up Saffron to keep her from trying to play with it (which Vi was doing, but not out of concern for the bird), but some large one that looked kind of like the flamingos from the park, only with white feathers, and a long curved beak and a black head and tail, so not really like flamingos at all.

Though Vi suspected that it would be much happier out in the park rather than perched on the dice bins, sifting through them with its beak as if trying to find the shiniest (or tastiest?) ones of all.