Pizza Planet, Monday

[carbsliftthespirit]

Raiden was spending a lot of time on the phone today.

"Tell me you already took the turkey out of the freezer. In fact, tell me you took the turkey out of the refrigerator on Friday."

"We bought ham for Arden, right? I assume she is. I haven't asked her. Shit, I should ask her. Look, buy the ham anyway."

"What do you mean none of the grocery stores in Echo Bay have brussels sprouts?"

"No, we need both kinds of cranberry sauce. Because Daman and Galen will fight, is why. And yes, I do need all of that cheese, do you hear yourself talking? I always need all of that cheese."

Running Thanksgiving from the opposite coast was stressful, it turned out. Maybe next year he made his whole family come to him.

Specials
Roasted Turkey, Feta, & Cranberry Pizza
Green Bean Casserole Pizza
Caramelized Onion & Pumpkin Pizza with Fried Sage

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Infinite Consortium, Monday

[deathsmajesty]

There was still an unopened crate in her shop and it was just going to have to stay unopened for another week. Radio had mentioned something about the Miss Universe National Costumes and after a brief scroll on her phone to confirm it was exactly like the last National Costumes contest she'd watched, she had immediately decided to host another viewing party. The Petty Bitches Brigade would rise again!

And how could she consider something like 'work' or 'her job' when she was putting together an outdoor viewing party that would stand up to November nights?

Movies (Sorta) In The Park, The Park, Monday Evening

[deathsmajesty]

By that evening, the power of phone calls (and an absurd amount of money), became fully evident. Scattered around the screen were a number of high-end, luxury beanbag chairs (two concepts you never would have put together, huh?) just waiting to be claimed. Some were normal beanbag chairs, some were huge, with plenty of room to share, sprawl, or even fully recline. There were some that offered a bit more support, including ottomans to rest your feet upon. She'd even included smaller ones in case people brought their pets or children or whatever. Obviously, each chair had its own pile of fluffy blankets for people to wrap around themselves, and there were portable braziers scattered about, with a variety of moddable b/c I'm already tired of grabbing links on mobile cozy beverages and snacks placed on the ledges surrounding then to keep them from warm.

Was it a little overkill, especially when it wasn't even below freezing yet? Yes. But when wasn't Liliana extravagant? Especially when it came to mitigating her own discomfort.

Which was why she was curled up in one of the larger beanbags (purple, obviously), already under several blankets, sipping on mulled cider and nibbling on mini apple crisp cheesecakes while waiting for the pageant to begin. From what she has gathered, this batch of National Costumes had gone all out.

But surely nothing could beat the lizard costume, right? Nothing.

[Open to everybody! You can mod a message from Liliana, or have your character wandering through the park, or heard about it from someone else, or however you wanna say your character heard about Petty Bitch Brigade meeting in the park!]

Pick Your Poison, Monday

[joan_of_bark]

Dark skies and the threat of rain. Fall was a time of change, of preparing for death so that rebirth could come when the sun rose higher again. Pam had always liked it; it often suited the tense swings of her mood.

Not today, though. She found herself glancing outside occasionally as she went through the shop checking the inventory, and every time she thought: this is too somber for me now. She'd risen from the death already, and her very being ached for spring.

But alas, she was still too human to sleep until her time. And so with a melancholic sigh, she moved on to the shampoos.

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