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Apparently, not all the chocolate milk that had made an appearance on Saturday had been booze-turned-kid-friendly, but, in fact, had been brought in by Tino himself, because that was apparently his new thing. Just...keeping a gallon of chocolate milk on hand, and occasionally taking big old swigs of it like he was gym bro with water, only it wasn't water, it was chocolate milk.

"I swear to god," said Summer, "I can hear it just sloshing around in your stomach, dude. How do you even live like this?"

To which, of course, he just shrugged, took another big swig straight from the gallon, and went back to cleaning glasses.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Peanut Butter & Jelly
Martini Lollipops
Banana Cream Pie
Strawberry Peach*
Tomato Garlic

Caritas is open!

stykera

Stark had 4 children (that he knew of) this weekend. Three of them, along with one of their mothers, were accompanying him to the bakery this morning.

They were his, after all. They loved baked goods.

"You can all have one thing," he told them, setting them loose at the counter.

"I want a chocolate cupcake, please," Ziya said immediately, pointing to one that looked to be more frosting than cake.

"Got anything with flies?" Cass asked, smiling innocently.

"Or bees?" Bixby added, grinning at the person behind the counter.

"We could have gone to the park if you wanted bugs," Stark said with a soft sigh. It was followed by a smile though, and a glance over at Summer to see if she was amused as well.

[Open bakery is very open for Stark, Summer, half-glowy children, and baked good needs!]

mylandmyrules

Nell was feeling rather cheerful today. No real reason why, just a happy day. She had left the kittens at home today, strange how they didn't seem to be getting much bigger, because Easter lillies were particularly toxic for cats so she didn't want them anywhere nearby.

So Nell was here and absolutely interruptable!

Covent Gardens is open!

designateddadfriend

The flea market had been wrapped up, and as twilight fell over Fandom and most folks made their way down the streets to whatever they were up to for the rest of their weekends, peace seemed to descend over the abandoned warehouse district once more. The balloons were floating at half mast or lower now, and most of the fliers had been taken down or pulled down. The abandoned warehouse was returning to its natural, fallow state.

But it is the way of the universe to tend towards chaos and decay. And buildings left fallow were no exception to the rule.

An old wire sparked. The spark caught. A fire started. It spread.

Good thing most people had already left.

[posted early for timezones! OCD is minor and also ready to go. Ping at will!]

texted3times

It was Eric's very favorite week. He'd cranked up the heat in the bar just a little bit, declared it Shirtless Monday, and was now sprawled out in a pair of leather pants (level of difficulty: high) in the lounge area with a tasteful (if you squint) "Full Service Meat, Take Number for Service" sign above a ticket dispenser.

Now serving customer 134, apparently. Eric was very classy.

And very available, if you were into that sort of thing this week.

The Devil's Nest was open, the drinks were strong, and the vampire was on the prowl.

[OOC:SP warning again as I clean the entire house for a MIL visit...]

stykera

It was a dreary sort of day today. The sort of day that was probably best spent inside but Stark was trying his best not to stay inside and isolated this winter
, no matter how tempting it was, so he made his way over to the Perk at some point in the afternoon.

Watching the rain through the window was nearly as cozy here as it would be in his own apartment (minus the blankets, of course) and he took a seat with a good view of the outdoors once he'd ordered his pistachio latte.

If nothing else he could watch and listen to the rain along with the usual coffee shop activities. The sound of raindrops was almost soothing.

[library is closed so classes can be in here most of the day so this is verrrry open]

designateddadfriend

Travis was out with Probie for a walk, and decided to swing through the Perk for a quick pick me up, when lo and behold, who should he run into, but --

"Chief Dixon?!" He made a face, and only barely tried to reshape it into something vaguely respectful. "What the f -- um, what are you doing here? Sir." He blinked. "And why are you wearing a puka shell necklace?"

"Montgomery," Dixon said with a smirk, and raised his to-go cup. "Just getting some caffeine before I go see what a mess you've made out of that local station."

"Ohhh my god," Travis said. "This is the worst day ever. And that includes the three weeks I was stuck in a giant hole."

"Well sure," Dixon said, still smirking. "Your type is all about the holes, right?"

"That's." Travis pinched his nose. "What."

[open! With warnings for all the casual micro- and not so microagressions from Travis's nemesis, the worst human in all of Shondaland.]

designateddadfriend

There was a whole lot of nothing going on at the fire station today.

A suspicious amount of nothing.

"Okay, there's no beeping," Travis mused aloud. "No confetti. No phone calls. No illusory fires or weird voices. No squirrels or raccoons or bags with words on them or anything. I should be happy."

He sat down in the chair at hte front desk and heaved a sigh.

"And yet, I'm filled with dread."

Probie sat at his feet and put her head on his knee.

"Yeah," Travis said. "Good girl."

[idk. Open!]

bigdamnprincipal

Homecoming in November meant the community center was decked out in harvest-themed decorations for this evening's festivities. There were pumpkins that had somehow survived un-carved after Halloween, baskets of glittery vegetables (not for eating, please), decorative hay bales, and... a disco ball?

It's a dance, some things get dug out of the decoration closet no matter what the theme might be.

The food table was full and the drinks were un-spiked for the moment, so it was time for everyone to get their dance on!

designateddadfriend

Something in the station was chirping.

"Are you kidding me?" Travis said, as he tried to find the source of the little electronic noise. "I'm a fire fighter. Living in a fire station. Please tell me I didn't forget to change the batteries in the smoke alarm."

Weren't those things supposed to be guaranteed for 10 years now anyway? Ugh.

[open, though likely slow because the IRS is trying to murder us]

designateddadfriend

There were signs scattered around the lobby of the fire station today. Small ones, hung about four to six inches up from the floor, the counter, the top of the display case. . . .

They all read "Probie for President".

"President of what?" Travis asked.

There was no answer forthcoming.

[I LIVE! Maybe! I'mma do my best to anyway. This post brought to you by Travis's absolutely ridiculous plotline for Station 19 season six.]

designateddadfriend

The phone was ringing practically -- and occasionally even literally -- off the hook today. And not a damned call was an actual emergency.

". . . Yes, I'm quite sure, ma'am. . . . I mean, it is autumn. And people are allowed to have fires in appropriate -- yes it is -- yes it is -- well we're not in the southern hemisphere, are we?" He rolled; his eyes at the ceiling and mimed shooting himself in the temple. "I don't know what to tell you, ma'am. The fact that you can smell faint wood smoke isn't actually an emergency. If you see smoke coming from something that's not a chimney or approved fire pit, then call back."

He hung up before she could argue with him further. It was fine, she would probably just call him back again. For the time being, he was just going to stare at the ceiling and pretend that he still had a real firefighter job.

[open! for slowplay, as my own work day is almost as stupidly busy as Travis's imaginary work day.]

designateddadfriend

It was Parents Weekend again, but Travis had no reason to expect any visitors for himself this year, since he never had any the previous years. So he was sticking around the station, taking the time to look over the hoses and make sure they weren't getting dry rot or anything sitting idle like they did most of the time.

It wasn't much, but it was honest work.

[open!]

two_idiots_one_body

The King in Yellow had brought them here, his dancers had cut them, he'd promised and cajoled and threatened Arthur to get him to separate from John, but they were still together and stood tall against him.

( Cut for blood, gore, and attempted suicide )

On the causeway, a man skeletal and malnourished, in clothes so ragged they couldn't be identified, leg broken, with his left hand clutching at a bleeding neck wound, appeared and collapsed.

[Expecting help, but feel free to show up before then! All dialogue in the Dreamlands from Malevolent.]

designateddadfriend

"Ready?" Travis asked. Probie, looking dashing in her work vest and a little dog-sized fire helmet, braced herself and wagged her tail. "Go!"

He set off at a jog as Probie bolted down a ramp and started daring back and forth between safety cones in the little improvised agility course Travis had laid out for her.

"Aaaaaand -- time!" Travis hit stop on his watch and threw his arms in the air. "Personal best, Probie!"

Probie danced around in a circle, tail wagging like crazy, as Travis pulled a treat from his pocket for her.

"Good girl, Probie! Who's a good fire dog? Who's the best fire dog in the world? It's Probie!"

What? There was a lot of crossover between agility course tricks and things a fire dog might have to do in an emergency, okay?

[open!}

somethingwithturquoise

Summer's sangria night headache seemed extra bad today, even if she did try to spend most of her morning and afternoon trying to sleep it off, so she was extra not ready to deal with what was waiting for her when she got to the bar, which was that someone had apparently tried to beat her to the punch with the jello shots and the specials boards.

"I hate you so much right now," she informed him, in no uncertain terms. "And don't you dare say a word to me about karma. And go turn the volume down on the band's equipment. Just a touch."

Which is why, several minutes later, there was a shout of, "Down, Tino! Down! Not up! Ugh."

And that was how Summer got around to actually doing one of the Malort jello shots, because, really, it couldn't actually get worse, right?

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

I'll Actually Give You One Free if You Promise NOT to Sing Karaoke.

Root Beer Float
Cherry Coke
Old Bay Crush
Mountain Dew

Also Tino's Malort, apparently

Caritas is open!

designateddadfriend

The fire station was on fire. The fire station. Was on fire. Travis had already spent his entire morning putting out various fires around the station, yelling about how much he hated irony. Especially when his fire extinguisher kept catching fire, too.

And of course, nothing was helped by the station alarm constantly blaring, the way it would -- he presumed -- if there was an actual fire emergency in town. Only instead of telling him what trucks were needed, or anything else useful, it just kept saying "There is absolutely no cause for alarm" when clearly there was cause for alarm. Because everything was on fire and also if there was no cause for alarm why was the alarm going off?

"The wings are not on fire."

"What wings?!"

[open! Insp 1, Insp 2]

intheeyeofthebeholding

Travis had said it wouldn't work, but he hadn't ~~yet~~ said it was dangerous, either, and Jon knew people sometimes did bonfires on the beach, so...here he was, on the beach. With an ever-growing pile of luggage, matches, and quite a bit of accelerant.

He'd let Summer know about what he was doing, and he'd planned it with Irene, after all, so he had no doubt word would get out.

Self-loathing was absolutely going to be the basis of this fire. The more it came back, the more tinder it could be.

[Baggage fire! All invited!]

begmetwice

Irene shouldn't have even left the flat, honestly.

It had started with the charming little coin purse that had practically fallen at her feet as soon as she'd set out towards the Perk -- blackmailer. Nothing she didn't already know, and she'd been here before, so she even knew what was happening.

On the course of her journey, she'd encountered a suitcase that read thief (of course), a duffel bag -- horrifying -- that proclaimed DEAD, and a neat little rolling pilot's case that bore an outsized LIAR.

None of this was especially groundbreaking. Try harder, Fandom.

It took until she was settling down at a table before the matched set fell around her. I, read a little hatbox, followed by AM on a makeup case, SHER said the handbag --

"Fuck, no." And all of that was getting shoved into a bin before the suitcase that wouldn't fit arrived, and was summarily shoved under her table. LOCKED.

[open, naturally!]

designateddadfriend

Travis was doing his best to ignore the crow that had landed on the fire station sign just outside the window. It was just one crow. Sure he'd had a whole conversation about crows with Marc earlier in the week, but that didn't mean that one crow hanging out outside was anything to worry about.

It definitely wasn't looking at him funny. Why would it? It was just a crow.

[open!]

pocketpretzels

Watts really ought to invest in a coffee machine of his own. He knew this. It would certainly make things much simpler in the mornings.

Not that it was morning now. Nor was he drinking a regular cup of coffee. Would home coffee makers even be able to make the iced variety? He'd have to do some research. Still felt a little sheepish, too, that he'd held off on the iced coffee so long as he'd just assumed it was regular coffee, but cold.

Anyway. Not the point. The point was, here he was at the Perk, sitting with his chair turned around backwards, hunched over a table with a Korean language workbook spread open, dutifully and painstakingly copying the exercises down.

[ooc: omg open.]

justalittlerepressed

There was confetti where the fire hoses were supposed to be stored. Want to know how Eddie knew this? It was because he was now covered in confetti.

Well. At least it gave him something to do here, even if it was just sweeping up a mess.

[open, of course]

shireisburning

The men's bathroom was repaired! Eddie didn't know who did it, but it wasn't him, and for that he'd be eternally grateful. It still reeked of weed, but it was a bowling alley; you could only expect so much.

Song of the Day
Dio - Rainbow in the Dark
Free drink whenever the song plays!

[Open]

amitragic

Another Sunday, another movie. Ulysses had actually expected this one even less, somehow, than the random black-and-white ones. Didn't the kid flicks tend to only show up when the island was overrun with... like... actual kids?

Oh well.

NOW SHOWING
One in Every Family

Mystery Sign Theater 3000 was open, and going classic again.

stykera

Stark had tried not to worry about this impending date. Occasionally he'd succeeded. He just didn't have much experience with actual dates and had spent far too much time thinking about that fact, among other things.

He'd arrived at the restaurant earlier than necessary, been seated at the table, and immediately began fiddling with his silverware and napkin. He shouldn't be nervous about this. He knew that. And yet he was. This was fairly unfamiliar territory. But it was going to be fine. He hoped. There was no real reason for it not to be.

But he was Stark. He worried. So he was watching the door anxiously.

[For the other awkward guy but if you're feeling a need for Thai food this evening I certainly won't stop you!]

somethingwithturquoise

Rest assured, there was not a single can of meat seltzer or weird soda in sight at Caritas that evening.

Well, Tino seemed to have somehow gotten his hands on a bottle of pizza beer, but that just meant Summer felt particularly justified in just mostly ignoring him tonight, which was, generally, par for the course, anyway.

"Just don't let any of the customers see that," she informed him. "I think I might actually have to try and earn some trust back after last week."

Which, really, she still didn't think the meat seltzer was even half as bad as some of the other food crimes she'd committed in the past, but she did know how to read a bar.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free for all Wednesday Activity Participants!

Shark Attack!
Dragon Flowers*
Blackberry Cosmo
Cupcakes

bonus:
Sparkling Tequila Grapes

Caritas is open!

designateddadfriend

Another Friday, another quiet day at the station. Not that Travis would ever say the Q word out loud. He knew better.

. . . He wouldn't mind a little emergency though. Just as a treat.

[open! Let's say that Summer's thread is the last one, chronologically.]

designateddadfriend

Travis busted out all the letters for the fire station sign today, after getting back from Beaker's class:

FANDOM FIRE STATION
Come inside for a free lecture on common household products that should NEVER EVER BE MIXED TOGETHER ARE YOU K I D D I N G M E
Also free fire extinguishers smoke alarms protective gear etc seriously just ask we're getting really used to not having to rescue you all and technically we want to keep it that way

How big even was this damned sign?

[open!]

somethingwithturquoise

Summer had seriously been considering putting up a sign charging extra for advice after talking with Rey on Friday, but after fielding some texts with Liz yesterday, she may have changed her tact just a little. She was still putting up a sign, she just took it in a slightly different direction:

The Advice is FREE.
You'll only pay for it later when you don't TAKE it.

If anything, she figured it would make for a pretty decent conversation piece at the bar, although, she would also like to note that rarely was there a need for a prompt for such a thing, because she was an awesome fucking bartender, goddammit.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free for All Wednesday Activity Participants!

Old Fashioned
Strawberry Margarita*
Raspberry Brownies
Cherry-Catsup

Caritas is open!

drumsticksandd20s

Yesterday's rainbow was still intact in the sky today, and the weather was pleasant and sunny -- maybe it was like Yang had said, and Pride got the island's stamp of approval. In any case, it was good parade weather. Sunscreen was still a good idea, though.

The parade route this year might be a bit different than it had been previously, starting up at the lighthouse to come down Jones Parkway, then east along Serendipity Place to Loon Drive, then down Unicorn Way to Apocalypse Avenue before turning back up Chimera Court to Mallard Street. It shouldn't be hard to follow the route, either: rainbow bunting was strung up between light poles, and Steph might have gotten a few of the businesses along the way to put flags up, too.

The route would take everyone to the park -- cleaned up after yesterday's festivities, amazingly, but there were still drinks and pastries waiting for everyone in the picnic area afterward. Hey, doing a parade on all those stairs deserved some kind of treat and definitely some rehydration.

[OOC: Come get your Pride parade on, Fandom!]

designateddadfriend

Travis was tuning up the fire engine today, listening to the Pride broadcast and wondering if he should be ready for a string of calls from squirrels who'd glued themselves to pine cones.

Look. If squirrels were going to act like tiny furry humans, he was going to be ready for them to have very silly tiny furry human problems, okay?

Fandom Fire Station
WHY ARE YOU EVEN USING SUPER GLUE ON
A PINE CONE IN THE FIRST PLACE?

The fire station was open.

grenadesandohana

The park was done up with streamers, strings of lights and all the tacky police and firefighter themed decor you could find at a Party City, so it was maybe not quite as badass as McGarrett had been intending, but he figured that the sections that had been cordoned off for each department to show off would make up for that.

Well. That and the mahi mahi and Longboard beers he'd brought in from Honolulu. He knew a guy.

He was behind one of the grills, shirtless (worrying about burns was for the fire department), bopping his head along to the beat of the zombie band who were thrilled to be playing out in the sunlight ~~and well away and upwind from the food because Steve wasn't stupid~~. That no one had put sunscreen onto the zombie band would be a Tino problem for the rest of the week.

The sun was shining, the weather was perfect and warm, and the tug-of-war for on-island first responder dominance would be both shirtless and unnecessary. Welcome, everyone!

designateddadfriend

So tomorrow was the joint Police and Fire Departments Picnic, and Travis was going maybe a tiny bit overboard today making sure everything was in order in the station and in spic, span, and perfect condition.

He almost never let this side of his personality loose. There were white gloves involved. Buck and Eddie were probably going to hate him by the end of the weekend. But hey, at least they weren't going to try to do a charity 5K in turnouts like his station back in Seattle was going to do. . . .

[open!]

weirderthanthou

In the middle of the night, the sirens went off.

Everyplace that had a siren ~~unless it was handwavily broken in case a player doesn't want to get involved~~ exploded into a cacophony of sound. It rang shrill, and loud, and it was nearly impossible to escape.

It rang again, louder.

And again.

And then the PA system kicked in."HELLO ISLAND. KRAKEN! KRAKEN! KRAKEN! PLEASE GO TO TOWN CENTER AT THE CROSS OF BLACK SWAN DRIVE AND UNICORN STREET, AWAY FROM THE SHORES, AND TIE YOURSELF TO THE NEAREST AVAILABLE OBJECT."

It repeated itself another handful of times. And then the whole thing started all over again.

At the center of Black Swan Drive and Unicorn Street, a variety of ropes and scarves and some handcuffs had been left for those who didn't bring their own.

Well. That was new.

[[ KRAKEN DRILL! Now with some OCD... ]]

designateddadfriend

So someone had apparently decided that Travis needed to be in a class with a kid who liked to catch fire and/or explode. Sure, it was in the magic hologram room thing where the fire wasn't really fire, but no way was Travis trusting that to stay true.

So he was spending his shift today putting together a large, fully stocked first aid kit and fire suppression system that would, if he got it all organized just right, fit into a standard school backpack.

Which was possibly about as magic and unrealistic a hope as the hologram room thing and the idea that this kid would somehow not set them all on fire by the end of the workshop session.

The fire station was open.

[apparently DW had decided I just. Don't need notifications right now? So if I don't answer a ping for ages, please poke me via email or discord or something!]

designateddadfriend

Travis stared blearily up at the sign outside the station. He'd basically slept through the entire weekend after not sleeping at all last week, and was trying to remember if he was the one who wrote that sign or if someone else had.

"No one slept for like a week and still nothing caught fire," he mused. "What the hell am I even doing here?"

[expecting one, but also open!]

designateddadfriend

"Look, ma'am," Travis said. He rubbed his forehead, then got lost for a little while in the satisfying sensation he got rubbing his very tired eyelids. Then remembered he was on the phone with the public and tried to snap his tired, tired brain back in gear. "Ma'am. I'm sorry, but I don't think I can send the aid car out just to drive you around the island in hopes it lulls you to sleep. Maybe try an uber on the mainland? . . . Okay, well, that's between you and your uber rating then. How about a rickshaw? . . . How the hell did you manage to get banned from the rickshaws? . . . Oh god, I didn't actually want to know."

He really hoped nothing caught fire before the island had its collective nap. At this rate he would probably just stare at the pretty pretty flames until he ended up a crispy cinder ala Looney Tunes.

Fandom Fire Station
Sleeplessness isn't a CO-poisoning symptom but maybe check your detectors anyway
You're up all night so you might as well, right?

The fire station was open.

throughaphase

Kitty had been through this before, and it had been awful for her, and she was wary as hell about this whole thing. She'd have stayed in this whole week, except that Tino, now sounding Australian (maybe he always was? He was a man of so few words), had called and said that he needed help, so she went in.

And Tino had been recast as what was probably a Hemsworth. And there didn't seem to be a problem.

okteiviakom

Well, today had already turned out to be... definitely something, and Octavia was almost glad to get to the club for her shift in the evening. Though, admittedly, it was still sort of pending on whoever happened to come by.

But maybe she would luck out and it would be another quiet one?

One could hope.

designateddadfriend

Travis was making a rare appearance in town today, rather than spending all his time back at the station working with Probie or facetiming with Vic. He'd run out of coffee that morning, though, and couldn't quite bring himself to dip into the keurig pods he'd found in the back of the storage closet, so hanging out in town it was.

Maybe he'd get lucky and the cappuccino machine would explode. That seemed to happen fairly regularly back in Seattle, after all.

[Open! Anyone want to come coo over the Fandom equivalent of a recurring guest star?]

designateddadfriend

"Yeah, I know," Travis said with a sigh, leaning back on his chair at the front desk. "I'm going to have to tell Andy that I understand her raccoon phobia now. Though I'm pretty sure she's never had to deal with them fleeing out of a tunnel that's been set on fire with a grenade."

Vic was starting to think he'd become a compulsive liar. Which was fair. This was just his life now. The first actual fire he'd been called to in ages, and it resulted in him needing rabies shots.

Ah, Fandom.

[open, though with a SP warning as work is being terrible]

designateddadfriend

It was another quiet day at the station. Travis was putting Probie through some agility paces in the barn, trying not to think about the fact that he'd been on the island for more than a year now, and could count the number of actual fires he'd been called to put out on one hand.

That was a good thing. He just had to keep reminding himself that that was good. Even if it meant that his fire dog was probably more qualified for the American Kennel Club than actual fire and rescue.

At least she was having fun?

[open]

throughaphase

Hello to New Year's at Caritas! The bar was open and ready for everyone to say goodbye to 2021 in a totally classy way, for real. The place was decorated in lights and garland, there was an actual DJ this year, there were fancy drinks including a coffee thing to get you to midnight, and if you weren't here for classy... well, there were mini liquor bottle ornaments hanging from the Christmas tree in the back room for people to take. This party was for you too. This is still a bar with zombies under a Febreze sprayer, let's not kid ourselves too much.

Also feel free to grab a hat or a completely impractical set of 2022 glasses at the door!

Classy.

SPECIALS
New Year's Sparkler
Poinsettia
Chocolate Candy Cane Martini
Driven Snow
Espresso Martini
Lemon Lavender Mocktini

[All ages party! Go wild!]

designateddadfriend

Travis was excited by the snow! Until, you know, he actually got out into it.

"This entire town's teeth are going to rot out," he grumbled. Maybe the sign today should be a reminder about dental hygiene.

He grabbed the letters and the ladder, and was just taking down the previous sign when he heard what sure as hell sounded like shots being fired. Or maybe fireworks?

"How much do I want to bet that either way, someone's getting themselves killed?" he grumbled, and started climbing down again.

It was, as far as he was concerned, a fairly typical Friday in Fandom.

[open! With no plot expectations at all, and SP throughout the morning EST as I do Holiday Things]

designateddadfriend

Travis was excited by the snow! Until, you know, he actually got out into it.

"This entire town's teeth are going to rot out," he grumbled. Maybe the sign today should be a reminder about dental hygiene.

He grabbed the letters and the ladder, and was just taking down the previous sign when he heard what sure as hell sounded like shots being fired. Or maybe fireworks?

"How much do I want to bet that either way, someone's getting themselves killed?" he grumbled, and started climbing down again.

It was, as far as he was concerned, a fairly typical Friday in Fandom.

[open! And expecting two -- like, eventually -- for a bit of plotty!]

designateddadfriend

Travis was excited by the snow! Until, you know, he actually got out into it.

"This entire town's teeth are going to rot out," he grumbled. Maybe the sign today should be a reminder about dental hygiene.

He grabbed the letters and the ladder, and was just taking down the previous sign when he heard what sure as hell sounded like shots being fired. Or maybe fireworks?

"How much do I want to bet that either way, someone's getting themselves killed?" he grumbled, and started climbing down again.

It was, as far as he was concerned, a fairly typical Friday in Fandom.

[open! And expecting one -- like, eventually -- for a bit of plotty!]

designateddadfriend

Travis was stocking up on bottled water.

Stocking way up.

He had, in fact, placed an order for a giant water tank to be placed on the roof of the building, which could fill up a matching not-as-giant-as-he-wanted-it-to-be tanker truck, just in case he had to bring his own water to an emergency.

During all of this, a little sprig of mistletoe followed him around the station, quivering faintly in what Travis could only conclude was anticipation.

"I hate this month," he told it.

It quivered harder.

FANDOM FIRE STATION
Why in GOD'S NAME would you fill FIRE HYDRANTS with ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES??????????????

Well, at least now he knew why the box of plastic letters for the fire house sign had so many questions marks in it.

[open!]

stykera

The bears, as if summoned by last night's conversation about them, had appeared all over the island this morning and Stark had acquired an armload of Coke bottles by the time he reached the bakery.

"You're not supposed to bring in outside food and drink," the man behind the counter called out when Stark opened the door. Stark started to protest and was met with laughter. "Nah, I'm kidding, you can't tell a polar bear no when it wants you to have soda, right? You need a bag? We got some nice canvas ones with the logo. Fit a lot of bottles. We checked. And we, uh, we got a lot of Coke desserts. Or breakfasts, we don't judge here. What're you in the mood for?"

There were multiple types of cupcakes.
A pound cake.
Empanadas.
Fudge.
Poke cake.
Brownies.
Cookies.

All sorts of sweets with polar bear-provided sodas mixed in.

That was how Stark ended up with 2 JGoB branded tote bags. The second one was in case of more bears on his way back to the apartment. He also, of course, brought an assortment of those Coca-Cola desserts back to his table with him.

He was starting with one of the peanut butter frosted cupcakes while he looked at photos of ugly Christmas sweaters on his phone. He still did not understand the sweaters but he was willing to play along tomorrow.

[I have lots of availability today due to my school being closed due to a gas leak (this school year is such a dumpster fire) and when life gives you gas leaks, you make posts? That is not a saying. Neither is when bears give you soda, make dessert. And yet. This post is very open for your baked good, polar bear soda, or alien needs! I'm very around!]

designateddadfriend

". . . No." Travis leaned back in his seat at the front desk, a delighted grin on his face. "NO. Tell he was at least wearing boxers."

He laughed loud enough to get Probie barking along with him.

"Oh my god, and Miller?" Another laugh. "Noooooo. I can't believe I missed it! You have to send me pictures." He let out a happy sigh, then deflated a little when he heard the familiar sound of the Station 19 alarm in the background of the call. "Yeah, you gotta -- of course. I'll be back in a couple weeks anyway for Thanksgiving. . . . Yeah, you too."

He hung up and leaned his chin on his hand, imagining what kind of wacky or exciting call she'd be on this time.

While he sat here, doodling stick figure comics in the world's quietest fire station.

FANDOM FIRE STATION
SURE DEEP FRY YOUR TURKEY THIS YEAR
GIVE US SOMETHING TO DO

[GODDAMMIT CANON YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO KILL THE MINORITY CHARACTERS OFF. Open!]

firehousehimbo

As predicted there had been a ton of candy leftover from Halloween. Buck was taking it upon himself to fish out all the Skittles and eat them. There might be rainbow colored vomit in his future, but right now he so did not care.

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