The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (10/9)

[drumsticksandd20s]

If Steph wasn't putting her entire self into decorating the store for Halloween, was it even October?

The question was moot anyway, since she was entirely occupied with using craft foam, wire, and whatever else she had on hand to create a skeleton arm that looked like it was bursting out of a retired piece of wargaming terrain that'd been set up next to the register to look like a patch of dirt.

Saffron was judging the hell out of her, but that was only because it was a day ending in Y.

[OOC: Open! SP guaranteed.]

Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

It wasn't the sort of holiday which required taking off. Eating home more than usual, perhaps, particularly where Steven and Llewellyn had set things up on their balcony. But for this day neither of them were going to be too strict about it.

So Steven was at work. The posters regarding autumn related displays were hung and the brochures helping to guide people were out. The tomato plant upstairs had vanished as mysteriously as it had come - still not helping Steven completely rid himself of the theory it'd been a misplaced islander.

Which left things at the museum fairly normal. Which in turn made it a good day to do inventory. As such, when not with someone Steven could be found behind the desk, tallying up all the mugs, keychains, magnets, and other souvenirs that they sold.

He hummed a happy song to himself as he did. Even mundane tasks were enjoyable when you liked your work.

[open]

Pick Your Poison, Thursday

[joan_of_bark]

There were potted flowers all around the shop today. Pam had brought them with her to cheer herself up, leaving splashes of autumn colors on shelves and by the sofa.

She, herself, bundled up on the sofa in the middle of the shop in the afternoon, a book in hand. Might as well make something of her self-enforced breaks.

[[ open ]]

The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

[ifwebeworthy]

Thor was getting into the spooky season spirit at The Devil's Nest, and ignoring any pumpkin spice-flavored shenanigans, of which he was sure there were many. Instead, he had selected a cocktail for the special board based entirely on the name, and now was trying to find out if they had any dry ice, or if he was going to have to run to the store.

Special
The Witch's Heart

But not a real witch's heart, that would be cruel.

The Devil's Nest is open!

The Arms Hotel, Thursday

[redhairgoldheart]

Mary was in her showgirl era. Admittedly, she had been in her showgirl era long before Taylor Swift picked up a guitar, but now Mary was embracing it. Today, she was wearing a strapless corset-top dress covered in blue sequins. As the weather had gotten cooler, she had also thrown on an orange cardigan. A pair of blue stiletto heels completed the look. She had Taylor's "The Life Of A Showgirl" playing on her phone for the millionth time as she went through paperwork at the front desk. 

The Arms Hotel was open!

The Perk, Thursday afternoon

[knightinshinarmor]

Remy had just returned to the island after dealing with some handwavily and non-canon mutant crisis in his universe.

There was always another mutant crisis. He tried to stay optimistic, but it was tough when there was always another mutant crisis.

Anyway, it was a groggy and sleep deprived and somewhat battered Remy who found his way to the coffee shop for a caffeine infusion before heading home to see to his cats.

"If you got anything chicory, that'd be great," he said. "Otherwise -- large, hot, strong, and keep it coming." His eyes landed on the pastry case. ". . . And the largest chocolate chip muffin you got."

Once he had his order, he slouched into a seat near the window to watch the island go by.

[open! With a touch of minor method RP -- how is there ALWAYS another crisis?]

The Photo Hut - Thursday

[flamesburned]

Liz had been having a rather restless few nights sleep and she wasn’t feeling a hundred per cent that morning when she came downstairs that morning to get some work done.

She was only planning on staying for a few hours that morning, catching up on some emails and working on finishing up as much as she could get done downstairs that morning before she needed to move her work upstairs.

[the Photo Hut is open!]