Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

Khonshu had been keeping Steven and Marc busy of late.

Well, all right, mainly Marc but they were a package deal so whoever Khonshu asked for couldn't exactly go it alone, could they?

Regardless, it had meant more time back home on things which weren't pleasant holidays.

Steven wasn't thrilled about it for any number of reasons. He knew Marc wasn't entirely happy about it either. It was difficult to fully complain, though. They'd had years of largely being left alone to do as they liked on the island. A deal was a deal. They'd both agreed to be Khonshu's avatar, so they could hardly complain when asked to fulfill their part of the bargain. Particularly when Khonshu was keeping his about not asking them to murder anyone.

Still. It rankled. It felt lopsided in a way Steven couldn't fully articulate. Nothing he could put his finger on though. More something he chewed on in the back of his head, as it were.

At least today nothing had been asked so there Steven was, behind the museum's Welcome Desk as usual, ready to help any visitors who might have need of him.

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Pixie Dust; Thursday [01/15].

[even_bigger_teeth]

After last week's whole argyle fiasco, walking in to discover that Pixie Dust was now apparently overstocked with hats left Luma eying all those hats and the other employees with a firm level of skepticism and suspicion.

"So is it that we're doing new themes every week?" she wondered, but at least, if that were the case, this was going in a slightly more positive direction in her opinion. In fact, in her downtime, you would absolutely find her in front of one of the mirrors, trying on a variety of different hats for herself, especially since the variety was vast, and she could just ignore or pretend she didn't see any of the truly hideous or objectionable ones.

Pixie Dust is open!

The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

[ifwebeworthy]

"You could have told them about the cycle," Thor appeared to be grumbling to thin air as he set up behind the bar at the Devil's Nest.

I'll get to that, the ghost on one of the bar stools said serenely. There's a whole semester to cover.

"The cow is rather random without knowing about it."

The cow is rather random even if you do know about it. Why a cow?

"Why not a cow?" Thor countered, ignoring the 'he's talking to himself again' look he was getting from Tiny.

Specials
Brown Cow
Pink Cow
Brave Cow

The Devil's Nest is open, and no cows were harmed in the making of these drinks.

Fandom Counseling, Thursday

[sharp_man]

It was a new semester, and you never knew when someone might actually admit they needed therapy. (Hannibal was an optimist at heart.) Plus, Hannibal had a class to prepare for and multiversal taxes to do.

So here he was, opening his practice and sitting behind his desk at the computer, waiting to see if anybody would drop in.

The glittery flamingos had been well-fed as a bribe to let anyone pass.


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