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The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

Fri, 22 May 2026 16:50:52 GMT

Posted by: my_own_advocate

"Have you been eating sandwiches at the piano?"

Lucifer ran his hands over the keys. No, those most certainly were pieces of bread, stuck between them. He gasped, offended. "Tiny," he said. "How dare you! We're in a club! It's full of tables and chairs and you eat at the piano?!"

He looked back up, eyes full of fire, and--

Tiny had disappeared, leaving just a little puff of smoke behind.

"Coward!" he yelled.

[[ open! ]]

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Trooper Station, Friday

Fri, 22 May 2026 05:35:37 GMT

Posted by: pocketpretzels

A porg had gotten in to the station, somehow. Every single one of the Troopers had a different story as to how. Honestly Watts wasn't overly concerned with that. It was Fandom, things happened. Including the wildlife wandering indoors.

The problem was that every attempt to catch the porg and set it back outside had so far been met with failure, and that did not look to be changing any time soon.

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The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (5/21)

Thu, 21 May 2026 17:30:25 GMT

Posted by: drumsticksandd20s

There was a large box of... packs of index cards on the floor behind the counter, and Steph was staring at it in utter perplexity.

"I'm pretty sure this isn't supposed to be our shipment," she said to Little Bot, who was rolling around the box and poking experimentally at it. "Unless there's a really weird new trend in CCGs that -- you know what, I don't want to know."

Little Bot gave her a sympathetic beep and plucked the invoice out of the box to give to her.

"Okay, looks like I have some calls to make," Steph said, sighing, and reached for the phone.

[OOC: Guess what I saw first when glancing around my desk for an inspiration. Just guess. Open!]

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Infinite Consortium, Tuesday

Tue, 19 May 2026 18:49:36 GMT

Posted by: sairis

Sairis had been working on some more advanced charms lately, and had left them in a corner of the back room. He was excited to see how they were coming along.

Which was...missing. What? He was sure Liliana wouldn't have moved them without leaving him a note, probably about why where he'd left them was a bad idea and instructions on choosing a better place. And as far as he knew, nobody else came in here. (And he'd left them out of the reach of the chair. Unless it sprouted long arms?)

So apparently he'd be spending today looking for wherever they went to.

And side-eyeing the chair, just in case.

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Caritas- Tuesday

Tue, 19 May 2026 15:00:40 GMT

Posted by: throughaphase

It was summer! Or at least it was hot enough to count as summer, and that was as good enough. It also made coming up with specials easy.

SPECIALS
Anything with lemonade!

When mid May weather gives you lemons... Or something.

Open!]

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Infinite Consortium, Monday

Mon, 18 May 2026 18:31:17 GMT

Posted by: deathsmajesty

First week of classes! Liliana was also excited for her first week of class. She was behind the counter, drawing up a list of some of the more ridiculous Dominarian historical incidents to cover.

It was a very, very, very long list. A target-rich environment, one might say.

There was a saddle in the window today, but she was already considering just bringing that home with her. The benefits of being a shopkeeper.

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The Perk, Monday morning

Mon, 18 May 2026 14:53:39 GMT

Posted by: knightinshinarmor

Remy had been away from the island again for a bit -- not turned into an opossum, thankfully. Just caught up in the superhero/thief nonsense of his home dimension again.

Back in the day of working at the Jean Grey School this sort of behavior was exactly what had gotten him fired. So he was just going to assume that the university here was not going to be expecting him to teach again.

Which was just fine with him. He hadn't really considered himself much of a teacher, anyway.

He hadn't been back to Midnight Manor yet, and while he was anxious to check on his cats, he was more anxious for some sweet, sweet caffeine first, so he stopped into the coffee shop and ordered something large and dark.

Then settled back in his seat by the door, soaking up the A/C and watching the foot traffic wander past.

It was so quiet here. He wasn't sure he'd get used to it, but it was a nice difference from the nonsense he kept running into back home.

[I am trying very hard to live! Open!]

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Furnado Animal Shelter, Monday May 18

Mon, 18 May 2026 12:25:27 GMT

Posted by: not_a_haint

"There's a cat on your shoulder." one of the volunteers told Caleb.

"Yep she sorta clambered up there when I took 'er out t' clean her cage."

"Isn't that the feral kitten you were trying to...I dunno, tame?"

"Uh...yeah actually." Somehow it hadn't registered with Caleb that he'd been perfectly fine handling her lately. She still didn't seem to be one for scritches but she'd been letting him pick her up, and today she'd climbed up his arm and settled on his shoulder.

"Have you heard about The Cat Distribution System?"

The shelter is open for anyone who needs a kitty or doggo fix. There's probably other critters too.

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Stark Industries- Sunday

Sun, 17 May 2026 13:47:00 GMT

Posted by: thatwaslucky

Last week had been impossible with the flowers everywhere, and this week seemed much calmer. Except that every time Rey would reach for something, or open something, there'd be a Ring Pop there. If she took it out, closed the drawer, opened the drawer again, there'd be a new Ring Pop.

This was especially confusing as Rey had never even seen a Ring Pop before and now she was amassing a pile of them.

[Open!]

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Fandom Museum Sunday May 17

Sun, 17 May 2026 12:54:39 GMT

Posted by: apologizeswithpie

Gregorith was spending much of his time today among the dioramas of local wildlife, sketching ideas for a new art project. He was toying with the notion of a series of racoon sculptures detailing it's adventures as a masked vigilante.

The way a racoon's fur made it look like those domino masks that superheroes wore, it's nocturnal nature, and habit of digging through garbage put him in mind of some kind of detective trying to find evidence of wrongdoing.

He was of course, available to assist anyone needing him. ~~Gregorith, I mean. Not the imaginary racoon.~~

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The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

Fri, 15 May 2026 14:41:32 GMT

Posted by: my_own_advocate

"Ah, that was a good one!"

"Mm. That zinger was perfect."

"Excuse me, the drama was entirely warranted."

It was mostly quiet at the Devil's Nest. Except every five minutes or so, a comment would escape Lucifer's lips and drift into the bar, making Tiny look up again and frown.

Eventually, Lucifer looked up at him from his booth. "Oh, what are you staring at?" he said. "Like you never listen to old radio broadcasts for a trip down memory lane. Why else do they exist?"

The Devil's Nest was open. And nostalgic.

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Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

Fri, 15 May 2026 14:21:15 GMT

Posted by: thatwaslucky

It was back to normal after a few weeks, so Rey was back in the warehouse, and it was definitely a meditation day. The last few weeks had been great, but they'd also left her with a lot of things to think about. Things she strived avoiding thinking about but it was getting harder and harder not to.

If the woodchucks were here, they were keeping quietly to themselves for once, so Rey could just focus on her breathing, and not what that noise was or whatever.

[Open!]

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Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

Thu, 14 May 2026 05:37:40 GMT

Posted by: hasaknightjob

Steven was once again fielding a sales call.

"No, no thank you," he said. "We're a museum, you see. Not set up for horses. "There's a stables at the school if you're interested? I could get you their number if you'd like to ring them? Here the best I could give you is photos of when the residents turn into ponies."

Steven frowned. "What? As in - well I certainly don't judge if that's the case for others but it's rather inappropriate for you to ask me if I care for such a thing. Er - right. Yes. I think that'll be all. Good luck?"

Steven hung up and resolved not to think about that too much further. Luckily there was plenty else to do while he sat at the Welcome Desk, ever ready to help anyone who might need it.

[open]

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The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

Wed, 13 May 2026 11:47:51 GMT

Posted by: okteiviakom

There was a jug of beer on the bar when Octavia came into work tonight.

A jug. Of beer.

A big one, with a lot of beer.

And Tiny was just shrugging his big shoulders about it.

Octavia was just going to... leave that section of the bar alone, for now. Maybe an explanation would make itself known.

[ooc: Idk. Opennn.]

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Caritas- Tuesday

Tue, 12 May 2026 16:21:55 GMT

Posted by: throughaphase

It wasn't that uncommon to see Kitty at the bar with her laptop. There were orders to be placed, paperwork to complete, etc, so why not take advantage of a slow night to take it easy tomorrow?

It was however, very rare to see Tino with one. So rare that she'd never seen it before. She hadn't known he knew how to use a computer. Out of curiosity, she kept trying to sneak behind him to see what he was doing, though he'd usually either turn it away from her as she passed or close it altogether.

Mysterious. She didn't like it.

[Open!]

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Infinite Consortium, Monday

Mon, 11 May 2026 09:59:48 GMT

Posted by: deathsmajesty

Sairis had left a crate unopened and from all the thumping coming from the inside, she could guess why. Still she was ~~nosy~~ ever-curious and couldn't help but take a peek to see what was trapped within.

The answer turned out to be a dollhouse with creepy little ragdolls within. The dolls also had what looked like switchblades bound to their little arms.

"I see," Liliana said. She picked up the dollhouse and walked into the front room with it, heading towards the display window. Rather than the window, however, when she did set the dollhouse down, it was on the ambush chair's cushion. "Bon appetit," she said, patting the back of the chair and continuing on towards the counter.

The sound of very tiny screams followed her, but you didn't earn the epithet 'Death's Majesty' without getting very good at ignoring screams anyway.

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Stark Industries- Sunday

Sun, 10 May 2026 16:46:47 GMT

Posted by: thatwaslucky

Mother's Day was an awkward day for an orphan who could only remember one meeting with her parents, so today always left Rey with Feelings.

Not today, though. Today was all annoyance because everything was flowers. Tools? Flowers. Open a drawer? Flowers. And sure it looked beautiful and it smelled really nice in here but she had stuff to do!

[Open!]

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Trooper Station, Friday

Fri, 08 May 2026 17:50:10 GMT

Posted by: pocketpretzels

There was a raccoon asleep in one of the cells. No, it hadn't been arrested or charged with anything, it had apparently just wandered in last night and fallen asleep. As you do.

Watts wasn't going to be the one to try to wake it up. It wasn't as if they actually needed the cells for anything, after all.

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Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

Thu, 07 May 2026 06:04:31 GMT

Posted by: hasaknightjob

Spring was in full force, so Steven was making sure the museum's displays pointed out the various things which were seasonal. He also made sure the brochure rack was stocked with pamphlets helping to guide people from one display to the next, should they wish the peace and quiet of doing so on their own.

That done, he made himself comfortable behind the welcome desk and started work drafting things for summer.

He hummed a song to himself while working, since generally speaking he was rather content.

[open]

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The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (5/7)

Thu, 07 May 2026 05:54:28 GMT

Posted by: drumsticksandd20s

Steph stared across the counter at the gremlin clutching a set of miniature dice in both arms and radiating a distinct sense of displeasure.

The gremlin stared right back. Disapprovingly.

"They're basically you-sized," Steph said, eyebrows scrunched up into a shape that ought to be physically impossible out of sheer confusion. "I don't understand why this is an issue."

The gremlin gesticulated frenetically in response, eventually miming out a sequence that looked a lot like a little kid holding a bowling ball in both hands and then heaving it down the lane shot put style.

Steph blinked slowly half a dozen times as she puzzled that one out.

"You... don't think it's as much fun as rolling oversized ones?" She glanced over at the very fancy giant resin d20s stacked up into a little pyramid, each one 1.5 times the size of a softball. "No, you know what, that's completely fair."

The gremlin set the miniature dice set down on the counter and kicked it, then hopped down to the floor and scurried back to its group table.

I should probably be more alarmed that this is a completely normal part of my regular workday, but, eh.

[OOC: Open!]

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Over Easy, Wednesday

Wed, 06 May 2026 17:10:21 GMT

Posted by: napking

The staff at Over Easy seemed markedly less concerned about how they would get by without their manager for the next few months than the staff at Pizza Planet had been.

Luckily, Gray hadn't been at Pizza Planet to have his feelings hurt by comparison. Also, he slept through half of his shift, as usual. So it was perhaps easy to see why they thought they could get by without him.

Will It Waffle? Wednesday Specials
Cake Batter Waffles
Banana Bread Waffles with Brown Sugar Caramel Syrup
Churro Waffles with Mexican Chocolate Sauce
Sugar Cookie Waffles

Over Easy is open! And going all out for Gray, apparently.

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The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

Wed, 06 May 2026 15:37:42 GMT

Posted by: okteiviakom

The weird band was... there. At the club. Not playing - since Lucifer ushering them off had been efficient enough to stop that from continuing - but just hanging out in a corner booth. Something about a portal delay? Octavia wasn't asking too many questions.

They were drinking for free, though. Because she knew a thing or two about being stranded a long way from home.

(And also didn't give even a single tiny damn about the profits of the Nest.)

[ooc: Opennnn, with some slow because my last week was A Lot and I am still recovering.]

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Infinite Consortium, Tuesday

Wed, 06 May 2026 00:20:58 GMT

Posted by: sairis

Sairis was thrown off by the lack of classes, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to show up to his job.

There was a box in the entryway that seemed to have just been delivered, but when he picked it up to bring it in, there was a thump from inside.

He dropped it and backed away as it twitched and thumped. Then he carefully used magic to pick it up and bring it into the back. Whatever it was, it could wait for Liliana; Sairis wasn't opening anything that moved.

He'd just stay up front and clean the nice, still items.

"I'll use the duster on you if you behave," he told the chair.

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Caritas- Tuesday

Tue, 05 May 2026 17:47:23 GMT

Posted by: throughaphase

Tino (who still wasn't telling where he'd been and Kitty hated it) looked very confused when Kitty got there before him and put on a Space Battles movie on in the back room.

"What?" she said. "Don't you dare think it's just one day."

He didn't question it further.

[Open! Revenge of the Fifth be with you.]

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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

Tue, 05 May 2026 14:51:04 GMT

Posted by: my_own_advocate

The Devil had not been at the Nest for far too long. Luckily, that sad, sad time was coming to an end.

Lucifer chased off the jizz musicians with a look as he strode into the bar, and then clapped that same Look onto Tiny. Tiny did not budge.

"What," Lucifer said, "Was that."

Tiny shrugged.

Lucifer let out an annoyed sigh. "You know, I think this place could take a renovation, honestly," he said. "Perhaps a few more tall video screens with images of strippers on them, or something."

The mood could only improve.

[[ open ]]

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