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Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

Thu, 30 Apr 2026 04:09:01 GMT

Posted by: hasaknightjob

The children visiting always left Steven in a thoughtful mood. Hard not to ponder what their dads' lives were like. Steven didn't ask, of course. It wasn't the children's job to report on such things and dimensions had so much difference even when the changes seemed small it wasn't worth asking.

Still. Steven couldn't help but wonder what if?

Which made him glad for the distraction of work to keep his mind off of things.

He was behind the welcome desk if anyone needed him.

[open]

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Caritas- Tuesday

Tue, 28 Apr 2026 18:18:53 GMT

Posted by: throughaphase

Grossly, Tino had apparently cleaned up last week, and then spent the weekend dealing with a kid from each of those people. So that was a fun thing to find out about!

No, actually, it wasn't, and Kitty wanted to go back to being the person she was before that.

SPECIALS
HALF OFF IF YOU'RE HAVING FEELINGS

[Open!]

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Infinite Consortium, Tuesday

Tue, 28 Apr 2026 16:51:39 GMT

Posted by: sairis

Sairis had spent the early part of last week antsy and needy, and then had decided to head somewhere remote and meditate. Instead, when he'd gotten to the top floor of the dorms, he had been eaten by a metal cabinet that Google informed him was a locker and was not supposed to eat people. Apparently he'd missed his finals, but they mostly hadn't happened.

This place was strange.

Today, though, he was back at the shop. The glowy dragon-head thing was still in the window, but the sign next to it now read, Don't ask, I just like it.

Next to that was another sign: Potions and charms available: Calm, fertility or infertility, privacy available - others by request.

Sairis was spending his time looking up what that glowy dragon-head thing actually was, but he could answer other questions!

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Mystery Sign Theater 3000, Tuesday

Tue, 28 Apr 2026 10:57:11 GMT

Posted by: shapethecentury

Right. The pollen was gone, the kids were gone, and Bucky was out of whisky. Time to take some kind of step.

Or several steps, all the way to the theater.

NOW SHOWING
GRINDHOUSE DOUBLE FEATURE
Chase with Satan
&&&
I Eat Your Plasma

Maybe not a step. Maybe a vague olive branch.

(You could take a guy out of the intelligence community, but you couldn't take the urge to send out coded messages out of the guy, apparently.)

The movie theater was open. Come get your grindhouse.

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Pizza Planet, Monday

Mon, 27 Apr 2026 17:50:28 GMT

Posted by: carbsliftthespirit

Once again, Raiden didn't have any kids visiting this weekend. He figured that made sense, what with the being gay and not planning to reproduce in case the curse could be passed down anyway, but he liked kids, so it was kind of a bummer.

Oh, well. He'd suffered worse disappointments.

Special
Kids Eat Free!

Pizza Planet is open!

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Infinite Consortium, Monday

Mon, 27 Apr 2026 09:11:54 GMT

Posted by: deathsmajesty

Well, today's shift hadn't started off with a movie about a baby dinosaur losing its mother, so already it was on better footing than the last time Irrim had accompanied Liliana to the store. Then Liliana had the brilliant idea to let Irrim choose what bit of merchandise to showcase in the display window today (thus eating up nearly a solid hour while the girl prowled the store in search for the perfect item), and, once that decision had been made, introducing her to the strategy game go. There was still plenty of time for it all to go south, but, for now, a tentative peace reigned.

She'd take it.

Orazca Relic
Because it's cool, that's why.

Irrim's reasoning behind her choice for display item was a little questionable, but her taste was flawless.

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Fandom Museum, Sunday April 26

Sun, 26 Apr 2026 19:59:08 GMT

Posted by: apologizeswithpie

Gregorith had been initially puzzled when he hear the radio update. He didn't know Watts and Stephen had kids. Granted it was Stephen's prerogative to volunteer that information or not, but he hadn't struck Gregorith as the type to keep that a secret.

But then he thought he remembered something he'd seen in the museum's archives. Soon enough he found what he was looking for. Records of weekends past where possible future children found their way to the present. There were transcripts of radio broadcasts and some photos.

He chuckled ruefully at the shell shocked expressions on some of the future parents. He also thought of how weird it must have been for the kids, to meet their own parents when they were little more than kids themselves.

He counted himself lucky that he seemed to have been skipped over by this particular event, though part of him was a little sad as well. Just more proof that he was not likely to have a family of his own.

He put on some music and double checked that everything was child safe.

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Chilly Boulder, Sunday Afternoon

Sun, 26 Apr 2026 19:10:52 GMT

Posted by: stykera

Stark hadn't slept much last night but Neri had eventually fallen asleep mid-sentence after chattering away into the wee hours. There had been pancakes for breakfast and more talking. The boy had stories. So many stories.

They were now seated at a table inside Chilly Boulder waiting for the Skywalker sundae that Neri had ordered.
He'd scoffed at the idea he might not be able to finish it. "Dad. Come on. I know how to eat. Especially ice cream. Especially chocolate!"

Considering the boy's apparent parentage Stark had to agree that a sweet tooth that would never be satisfied did seem incredibly likely.

[open for frozen desserts with or without kids!]

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The Perk, Saturday Early Afternoon

Sat, 25 Apr 2026 18:55:02 GMT

Posted by: stykera

Stark had gone to bed alone and woken up alone after spending all of last week alone. Now he was at the Perk alone.

All of this was to be expected.

His extremely sugary coffee order with extra whipped cream was also entirely expected. Stark had the coffee and he had a breakfast sandwich even though it was afternoon and he was just sitting, glad to be feeling less restless than he had been for the whole week.

It was shaping up to be a quiet, peaceful sort of day.

[the coffee shop is, of course, open to all and sundry]

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Blackstone Forge & Foundry, Friday

Fri, 24 Apr 2026 16:42:07 GMT

Posted by: thatsmysword

Henry did not have any sort of itching, aching, or-- was there another -ing word in that family? Nevermind. He'd look it up later.

Clang.

No, he had none of that. He was just... busy.

Clang.

Making horseshoes.

Clang.

For days now.

Clang.

With his shirt off, but only because the forge was hot, all right?

Did Pebbles need all of those horseshoes? Probably not. But perhaps she might, in the future! Perhaps someone else might come in looking to shoe their horse. Who knew?

[[ open! ]]

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Spring Formal 2026, Community Center, Friday Evening

Fri, 24 Apr 2026 02:17:33 GMT

Posted by: bigdamnprincipal

Any plans for a spring-ish theme for this dance had been scrapped at the beginning of the week. Instead, the community center was draped in winter decorations - cool blue and silver draperies, glittery snowflakes hanging from the ceiling, cardboard standups of snowmen, tinsel on every flat surface - all giving a general sense to stay calm and chill.

It probably wouldn't work, but at least there was an attempt.

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The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

Thu, 23 Apr 2026 16:11:54 GMT

Posted by: ifwebeworthy

Was it hot in here or was it just Thor? The god of thunder had opted for a shirtless look tonight, for reasons.

Also, he would like it on the record that he had not selected this week's specials. He wouldn't have been so on the nose as the third one.

Specials
Between the Sheets
Tie Me to the Bedpost
Sex on the Brain

The Devil's Nest is open!

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The Park, Wednesday afternoon, 4/22

Wed, 22 Apr 2026 17:00:18 GMT

Posted by: stykera

Stark had gone into the ice cream shop and walked right back out again. That was not the correct choice of venue. Then he'd thought about baked goods but there had been too many suggestively shaped baked goods on display. So he'd gone into the Perk, ordered a very large iced coffee with a possibly horrifying amount of sugary add-ons, and then immediately outside.

Now he was sitting in the park with his absurd coffee-adjacent beverage. Just sitting. Being moody. It was fine.

It wasn't like outside was going to make the pollen worse, right? Though watching some amorous waterfowl hadn't improved his mood and he'd ended up moving to a different bench not near the pond.

[open park is open for outdoor and alien interactions]

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The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

Wed, 22 Apr 2026 07:35:19 GMT

Posted by: okteiviakom

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
Any suggestively named cocktail you can think of 50% off!

Right.

What better way was there to be greeted by Fandom after a long while away on a much more secluded island, than to return smack dab in the middle of pollen season? Octavia could've thought of a few, actually, but this was what she got.

Still, she'd let Tiny put up the special of his choosing, and was settling in for an evening of distracting herself from her antsiness until she could return to the Rouge.

It was good to be home, regardless.

[ooc: Big SP warning from me throughout the day, but Tiny is available for modding so don't let that stop you from getting some pollen-charged mingling on!]

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Infinite Consortium, Tuesday

Wed, 22 Apr 2026 01:07:53 GMT

Posted by: sairis

Sairis had no idea what was going on. He just felt...well. The less said about it, the better.

So if he were fidgeting a little more than usual, and burning off some of that energy by actually making fire off and on, that was clearly just normal.

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Caritas- Tuesday

Tue, 21 Apr 2026 22:18:17 GMT

Posted by: throughaphase

"Did you come back because you heard it was pollen time?" Kitty asked, deeply annoyed.

Tino didn't answer, but his expression said it all.

"Gross," she said, phasing into the bar to start working. "So gross."

The good news was that she had backup so she could leave once they were past her kid's bedtime.

[Open!]

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Mystery Sign Theater 3000, Tuesday

Tue, 21 Apr 2026 15:28:20 GMT

Posted by: shapethecentury

Bucky had found reasons to stay in Wakanda for the past month, after that disastrous conversation with Jesse. It wasn't smart, and he knew it. Knew he was probably mostly at fault, too. But he'd needed the time.

Maybe still needed time, but he'd still shown back up on the island this morning - only to retreat immediately to the theater.

He felt too off to begin with to have figured out what the island was up to, yet. But Ingrid was apparently well aware, and was actively discouraging anyone from getting hot and heavy in the dark of the auditorium:

NOW SHOWING
UNSEXY SHORT DOCUMENTARIES ABOUT CHEESE

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Pizza Planet, Monday

Mon, 20 Apr 2026 14:29:33 GMT

Posted by: carbsliftthespirit

Raiden knew what week it was.

Raiden also knew that people needed fuel for all of that...stuff...they were doing. And what better fuel than pizza?

Specials
Chargrilled Oyster Pizza
Shaved Asparagus Pizza
Spinach & Artichoke Pizza
Strawberry, Basil, & Balsamic Pizza

Pizza Planet is open! And serving aphrodisiacs, apparently.

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The Magpie Emporium, Monday [20/04]

Mon, 20 Apr 2026 12:58:23 GMT

Posted by: giveittoyoursister

Much as she'd rather stay at home in bed, or out of bed as the mood struck, Vi was being responsible and had come in to work.

For values of work that involved mostly shadowboxing to burn off excess energy while Little Bot trundled around the store with a spray bottle of cold water. So, you know, "work".

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Pick Your Poison, Monday

Mon, 20 Apr 2026 11:12:41 GMT

Posted by: joan_of_bark

Pam's portal always left her upstairs in the apartment above the shop, and so going downstairs to check on it didn't take more than half a minute, and--

"Oh no," she muttered, sensing the pollen on the air as her feet touched down on the ground floor. She pinched her brow. "Not again."

Well. She'd just clean up the store a bit and then hightail it back home before she did something she regretted (again).

[[ open ]]

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Infinite Consortium, Monday

Mon, 20 Apr 2026 05:27:37 GMT

Posted by: deathsmajesty

It had taken quite an effort to get out of bed and to the shop today, even moreso than usual. And she was getting absolutely no work done, indulging in very inappropriate daydreams instead.

She might notice that something was amiss...eventually. But for now, it was only a few degrees more intense than a normal Monday, here at the Consortium.

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Stark Industries- Sunday

Sun, 19 Apr 2026 16:19:56 GMT

Posted by: thatwaslucky

Traditionally, Rey hated pollen. It was a days long exercise in blocking an entire island of people out, it gave her a headache, she hated it. Except when she had a super hot boyfriend right there. Then she didn't care about anyone else and it was going to be a great week.

And still, she'd stupidly- stupidly- come in to work. It was only so many hours, she had to get stuff done, something something work ethic, it was fine.

She was getting no work done, at least not well, and was definitely not going to stay her whole shift.

[Open!]

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Fandom Museum, Sunday April 19

Sun, 19 Apr 2026 16:01:52 GMT

Posted by: apologizeswithpie

It was cold again, but it was also gloomy and Gregorith was discovering that his inner emo kid liked that.

So he was somewhat bundled up, sitting on a folding chair just outside the entrance to the museum under an umbrella enjoying a mug of the tea that Persephone had sent him.

The museum is open.

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The Park, Late Saturday Morning

Sat, 18 Apr 2026 12:24:53 GMT

Posted by: not_a_haint

On a bench in the park, there sat a Caleb.

He'd observed how nice it was outside and he could feel the creative juices flowin' so he'd fixed himself a bag of snacks, filled a thermos with coffee and set himself down here with his notebook to do some work on the pulp story that'd been percolatin' in his mind for a few months.

So naturally he was just sort of starin' off into space. But the notebook was open and he had his pen in his hand. That counted as working on his story right?

He could probably use a distraction.

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Trooper Station, Friday

Fri, 17 Apr 2026 19:38:23 GMT

Posted by: pocketpretzels

The Troopers today were keeping occupied with some sort of game that involved standing inside of a circle on the floor for varying periods of time. Watts wasn't sure of the rules and, frankly, was not inclined to ask.

He'd be in his office if he was needed. Unless he was needed to stand in a circle for some reason.

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