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Deep in the Woods, Sunday Night

Sun, 14 Jun 2026 13:08:02 GMT

Posted by: weirderthanthou

Time was precious - and limited.

As the sun slid back down to the horizon, the arch began to thrum once more. The space within it turned a bright white, and its voice called out again. Singing to the dead, beckoning them home.

It was time.

[[ come say goodbye to your visitors. ]]

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Chilly Boulder, Saturday Afternoon

Sat, 13 Jun 2026 05:53:04 GMT

Posted by: rebelseekspizza

Seeing mom was nice.

Complicated, but nice.

And then she'd fucked off for the afternoon for reasons Dante was pretty sure were related to somebody else running around the island. That was fine too.

Though after about five minutes, Dante'd gotten restless, and now he was here, slumped in a booth at Chilly Boulder's with two sundaes in front of him. He was picking at one of them slowly. Yeah, they were probably going to melt on him if he didn't pick it up.

But hey, that just meant rushing it at the end for a shot of adrenaline. Or something. Fuck if he had a plan.

[[ open ]]

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Over Easy, Saturday

Sat, 13 Jun 2026 04:48:13 GMT

Posted by: carbsliftthespirit

It looked like it was one of those weekends again, and Raiden didn't know what other people wanted to do with their temporarily-not-dead loved ones, but maybe it involved taking them out to brunch! Kallias definitely needed to be fed. Raiden was making all of his favorites. No one could stop him.

Specials
Chimney Cake
Hortopita
Strapatsada

"Here you go," Raiden said as he set a fresh chimney cake down in front of Kallias. "You know, they put ice cream in them now."

"I want that," Gray said, lifting his head from where it had been cradled in his arms, since he'd been sound asleep thirty seconds ago.

Raiden ruffled his hair. "Of course you do."

Over Easy is open!

((Chimney cake is, canonically, Kallias's favorite food. Kallias died at least 1500 years before chimney cake was invented, but the author of this series was not overly concerned with details. *sobs in nitpicky*))

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Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

Fri, 12 Jun 2026 14:57:27 GMT

Posted by: thatwaslucky

It had been… wow, four years since Leia died. At that time, Rey was still very much learning, doubting herself, mostly untested. She'd grown a bit since then.

Naturally, Leia wanted to see how she'd progressed, so Rey set up the remotes and the drones so she could run the course. Which now had lava. And floor projectiles that if she wasn't careful, could shoot her right into it. There wasn't really a chance of that now, unless she was having a very off day. She knew to bat the remotes away while she was making her slow way through the net. The things that were randomized, she knew how to handle. It wasn't easy for her, but it wasn't that hard.

And when she finished, she jumped down off the top of the climbing wall, looking like she was expecting a grade.

[Open, with SP!]

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On One of Those Little Walls Separating Apocalypse Ave From The Sea, Galactica Point, Friday Night

Fri, 12 Jun 2026 14:03:12 GMT

Posted by: rebelseekspizza

Eva was not surprised that it took some time to find her son. Nor was she surprised to find him like this: stretched out on an ancient, dirt-covered wall, his red coat draped over the edges, his eyes pointed firmly at the sky. He looked casual, insouciant even, but something was tight in the muscles by his eyes.

A faint tell, but well.

He was her son.

"I hope this isn't where you've been sleeping," she said, her fingers tugging on the hem of that long coat.

"I have a hotel room," Dante told the sky.

"But what's up there is more interesting?" she asked.

"There's this one star where if you look real close, it's actually two," he offered. "I think it's a double sun system. But you know the real trick?"

She looked up. "What's the trick?"

"The second sun isn't actually the twin," he said. "That one's too close for anybody to see. Even with Nephilim eyes. They just make each other look brighter. Feels fucking rude."

Eva nodded, feeling an impatience in herself, and a worry. "Dante," she said. "Look at me."

[[ they're both still here after their talk, so open ]]

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The Woods, Friday Morning

Fri, 12 Jun 2026 04:36:22 GMT

Posted by: weirderthanthou

The singing faded on Friday morning. Not abruptly, just slowly, as if the notes died out one by one. The brightness that had poured out of the stone went with it, slipping into the undergrowth.

This was old magic. It took time. This power reached into worlds unknown and worlds beyond touching, hells and heavens and every other realm that persisted after life had been snuffed out.

By evening, something had settled. A thin mist that spread across the clearing, weaving power into the very air, a different kind of hum that shifted in color as the sun sank beneath the horizon.

The rock crumbled. Twisted. It built an arch out of the little pieces, filling it with power and earnest desires. Shadows appeared within, the shapes of people approaching.

You had dreamed them. They would come.

[[ thus begins Field of Dreams! you can sneak in late to touch the stone in the morning, or meet your formerly dead guests later in this post, or anywhere else you'd like. nfb. ]]

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The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (6/11)

Thu, 11 Jun 2026 14:42:20 GMT

Posted by: drumsticksandd20s

Steph hadn't been getting a lot of very restful sleep this week for some reason, so she was dragging a bit and had to keep shaking herself back to alertness every time she started to half-doze through the process of tidying up the game library shelves. Little Bot was doing his best to help, which was to say carefully poking Steph in the ankle with a d4 he'd found underneath one of the tables every time she started to drift off.

Saffron was also doing her best to help, which was deliberately curling up on top of the shelves like she was supervising and then going to sleep. Was it just a coincidence that this meant she just happened to put Steph well in range of the infamous kitty nap field? She wasn't going to tell.

[OOC: Open!]

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The Woods, All Day Thursday

Thu, 11 Jun 2026 12:32:31 GMT

Posted by: weirderthanthou

The song drifted through the woods. It was louder now. Everything about it was louder now: its blue glow cast a real sheen on the surrounding glen, casting off the bark of the tree and the wings of the insects that called this place home.

If you dream them, they will come.

[[ nfb, open for anyone who wants to touch the stone ]]

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The Perk- Wednesday morning

Wed, 10 Jun 2026 12:46:39 GMT

Posted by: thatwaslucky

There were several reasons why Rey wasn't surprised she'd been dreaming about Leia. Between her work as a Jedi, her relationship, and her next steps in general, she had a lot of things weighing on her, so of course she'd want to talk to the only mother figure she'd ever had. Rey hadn't been trying to call for her, but maybe this was a sign that she should.

She'd usually be in the warehouse by now, but she wasn't really feeling it today. What she was feeling was a need for caffeine, since she'd woken up after said dream in the extremely early morning and hadn't been able to get back to sleep. Between the Force and Magic, she was healed up, but sometimes you just didn't wanna and didn't have to.

She'd gotten a coffee and a table by the window, looking out like she was people-watching, while not really paying attention outside at all.

[Open!]

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The Woods, All Day Wednesday

Wed, 10 Jun 2026 06:31:15 GMT

Posted by: weirderthanthou

The light had grown overnight. The stone hummed with it, sang with it, calling out to the dreams of those on Fandom and beyond.

Dream them.

And it waited.

[[ come touch the stone, dreamers! nfb. ]]

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Infinite Consortium, Tuesday

Wed, 10 Jun 2026 00:18:04 GMT

Posted by: sairis

It was a bit hot today again, but Sairis was used to working through that, so he saw no reason not to. (Okay, the cooling charm helped.) Today he'd decided was a sweeping day, so the shelves were getting pushed aside as he swept the floors manually.

He probably could have used magic for that, too, but there was nothing wrong with a bit of manual labor. He'd save his magic for if anybody wanted one of the charms he was once again advertising in the window.

Or if the chair attacked. He was keeping an eye on it.

The store was open!

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Caritas- Tuesday

Tue, 09 Jun 2026 23:40:41 GMT

Posted by: throughaphase

Kitty, unaware of any special rocks- which was for the best considering between a dead parent, all her best friends dying and coming back, and doing the same herself, she had a weird relationship with death- was having a normal one at the bar.

Meaning Tino was doing "karaoke" with the band, which was really just him doing extended air guitar riffs on jam band songs.

Yeah. Yeeeeeah.

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Chilly Boulder, Tuesday Evening

Tue, 09 Jun 2026 06:48:32 GMT

Posted by: rebelseekspizza

He'd been dozing off. Just a very late afternoon nap.

The annoying thing about being the offspring of an angel and a demon was that you were kinda tapped into things against your will. And so sometimes the tiniest sliver of some weird ethereal energy showing up at your old high school would just-- worm its way into your head. And if you knew what it was about, well--

There you were. Napless, with your hands shoved into the pockets of your long red leather coat, ordering a strawberry sundae at Chilly Boulder like you hadn't been avoiding this place for years.

"With extra strawberries?" Dante tried.

The lady behind the counter eyed him. "We remember you," she said. "You'll order seconds."

He sighed. "Fine, if you're gonna be like that," he said. "Fuck capitalism."

[[ open ]]

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Deep in the Woods, Tuesday Morning

Tue, 09 Jun 2026 06:29:24 GMT

Posted by: weirderthanthou

In the woods stood a rock. An unassuming rock, about half an average man's height, grey and covered in moss and life--

Until the sun sank down below the horizon on Monday night, and the clock struck midnight. The vegetation crumbled away. Snails hurried into the grass beyond. Little veins of light spidered across its surface.

And it began to sing.

If you dream them, they will come.

Still a whisper. It would be louder, later. But that whisper called across the island, across space, and touched upon the dreamers.

If you dream them, they will come...

[[ dreamers, your applications have been accepted! come touch the stone, if you are affected. NFB. ]]

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Stark Industries [Friday Afternoon]

Fri, 05 Jun 2026 13:00:02 GMT

Posted by: regulationslacker

So, it had been...a while since Mariner had remembered to show up for her shift, but give her a break, it was a lot easier to keep track of time on a starship than a planet, and dabbling in capitalism was less of a motivator. Go fig.

Apparently the Starbucks gremlin had really missed her though. It enthusiastically threw itself at her and made a number of very cheerful gremlin noises at her as it walked with her to the workshop.

Where Mariner discovered that the coffee cup she'd forgot to rinse after her last shift had apparently been thriving in her absence. The gremlin waved at the coffee mass, grinned toothily, and slammed the door behind her.

"Oh, crap."

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Trooper Station, Friday

Fri, 05 Jun 2026 05:47:55 GMT

Posted by: pocketpretzels

The station cat was up to mischief today, hopping up on to the Trooper's desks and knocking random things to the floor with her paws.

The Troopers weren't thrilled about it, shockingly. Watts, on the other hand, was privately amused. While she'd wandered in to his office at some point to demand pets, his desk had avoided getting the same treatment. So far.

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Infinite Consortium, Tuesday

Wed, 03 Jun 2026 00:10:57 GMT

Posted by: sairis

Sairis still wasn't sure about this "shenanigans" thing, but at least he got clothes out of it. He got nothing out of Monday's class (except for the experience of eating fried bugs).

So today he was wearing last week's shirt, even if it did look a bit odd with his medieval-style trousers and boots. It was clothing; you didn't sneer at free clothing.

His standard "charms available" sign was in the window, the artifacts were getting dusted, and the chair was getting side-eyed.

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Needful Things, Tuesday

Tue, 02 Jun 2026 15:45:13 GMT

Posted by: knightinshinarmor

Remy wasn't like. An official employee or anything. There'd been no paperwork, and even if he had been official, he'd probably have been fired for no-call/no-show months ago.

None of this was stopping him from showing up at the shop on Tuesday morning and getting set up to work there for the day.

Look. He'd always been breaking in here anyway. And, well, if the place was no longer run by Harley and now had someone who intended to run a real business in charge . . . well, they should get used to how this island tended to run. Which included strange men breaking into your place of business to run the till for the day.

So there.

Anyway. Needful Things was open. With a sale on antique knives. Because why not?

[yeah, open!]

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The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

Mon, 01 Jun 2026 16:57:29 GMT

Posted by: texted3times

Eric was running behind tonight due to the time it took the sun to go down in June, but he owned the place and so it didn't really matter.

It was only when he came in that he remembered this meant Tiny was left unsupervised for longer and longer periods of time.

"No one wants you to be brewing your own gin," Eric told him.

Tiny rumbled a response.

"And no one wants a joint venture with the raccoon brewpub, either."

More rumbling.

"I don't care that their papers are updated."

The Devil's Nest was open! Skip the gin.

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Trooper Station, Monday, June 1, 2026

Mon, 01 Jun 2026 16:35:07 GMT

Posted by: grenadesandohana

Steve was back in the Trooper Station with a lot of energy on a Monday, which meant the Troopers were out for a run.

The Troopers hated when Steve had a lot of energy.

"When you're all back, make sure you've taken the updated cybersecurity training," Steve said.

...the Troopers hated mandatory training more than they hated running, and that's why they were voluntarily doing another lap around the island while Steve caught up on emails.

The Trooper Station was open. Please have a crime.

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Pick Your Poison, Monday

Mon, 01 Jun 2026 04:40:38 GMT

Posted by: joan_of_bark

The plants needed a check-up. That was the only reason Pam was here, really.

Well. That, and a moment outside of Gotham. There'd been stories about some monster crashing around Marshview, somehere - she hadn't been able to find it yet. But rumors did not come from nowhere, and humans did often see the shadows of things they didn't understand - even if they didn't know what cast those shadows.

So it was a pensive Pam who opened up Pick Your Poison that morning, going through each shelving unit to check on the plants next to the products.

[[ open ]]

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Fandom Museum, Sunday May 31

Sun, 31 May 2026 17:56:50 GMT

Posted by: apologizeswithpie

Gregorith was somewhat lost in thought this morning. He'd gone home for a few days, and while there he'd inspected the warehouse they'd set up on Level 9 for a certain billionaire, and he'd gotten lost. The warehouse was massive, and the rows upon rows of storage shelves all looked alike.

And then Sharkie had told him about the internet memes and creepy pastas about that, so now, while he was also keeping an eye out for museum patrons, he was scrolling through photos of liminal spaces.

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Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

Fri, 29 May 2026 14:23:16 GMT

Posted by: thatwaslucky

It was cleanup day at the warehouse. Cleaning up after the unsurprisingly chaotic woodchucks, clearing off the course because the weather controls could do some damage over time, things like that. There was actually something relaxing and mindless about it that was needed sometimes.

Though she was giving death glares at the woodchucks anytime she heard a noise. One day. Give her one clean day, guys.

[Open!]

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Luke's, Thursday

Thu, 28 May 2026 16:07:35 GMT

Posted by: betterthanaplan

Duke came into the diner without fanfare, despite not having been there in months. His staff, after a moment of gasping and cheering, followed his lead, letting him fuss around the kitchen like this was a perfectly ordinary Thursday.

Duke had never felt more loved, outside his relationship with Octavia and Lucifer.

Today's Specials
Grilled cod with chunky avocado salsa

Luke's was open.

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The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (5/28)

Thu, 28 May 2026 15:24:16 GMT

Posted by: drumsticksandd20s

Steph was leaning against the counter scowling at her phone, which was by no means a new or unusual occurrence, but the lack of furious thumb-typing was.

Not that she was about to admit to having reinstalled Angry Birds or anything. Shh.

[OOC: Not method at all. Nope. Open!]

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