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Normally, there were two forested areas on Fandom: the Preserve, and the wooded area, wherein a certain creepy mansion and a magical Grove were located. Saturday morning, however, the island sported a third: a beautiful bit of forest that could have been transplanted from the English Midlands and right next to Selkie Cove. Magical, idyllic, and somehow just big enough for people to get lost within while undergoing shenanigans to in the name of freedom and self-discovery. Full of exotic fauna and pastoral fantasy, it seemed to whisper to promises of refuge and safety (if, for example, you were fleeing from the harsh realities of Courtly life), of adventure and excitement, and, oddly enough, of cross-dressing, if you're of a mind to do so.

It's said that All the world's a stage, / And all the men and women merely players; / They have their exits and their entrances; / And one man in his time plays many parts. This weekend, all the world's a forest, at least for Arden Finch.

moreofaponchoguy

Last week had been weird after the kids had left, but Cal was feeling more normal today.

Did "normal" mean he'd successfully pushed all of his feelings down? Maybe! It also meant he had BD-1 laid out on the desk for a checkup, much to the droid's annoyance.

"The more you squirm, the longer this is going to take me," he said. "Just relax, you know you trust me."

The annoyed beep said otherwise, but BD-1 settled, so that was a win.

[Open!]

slothbabyproductions

It had only been a few weeks of sick days and family time, but when Kamala returned to her desk, she found it practically buried under a mountain of weird scientific gadgets. Apparently, the Starbucks gremlins had gotten very creative with their spare time.

Maybe a little too creative.

Kamala let out a long sigh and rolled up her sleeves. She started clearing the mess one gadget at a time, carefully cataloging everything.

Just in case one of them decided to explode, shrink her desk, or open a portal to another dimension

moreofaponchoguy

In a fair world, Cal would still be in Barbados relaxing on the beach and trying to pretend the real world didn't exist. In a really fair world, Cal would be able to do all of that without getting sunburned, but he knew that might be asking too much.

Since Cal was back in reality, he was sorting through scraps and making a pile of any glass he could find. He had some creative ideas after spring break, and now he just needed supplies.

[Open!]

throughaphase

It was New Year's Eve, and Caritas was decked out for the holidays. The bar itself was decorated with silver fringe, there were gold, black and white balloons arranged in corners (so anyone trying to hide either couldn't, or they could really hide), silver and gold garland hung from the ceiling, and Tino had even dressed up. Meaning he was wearing a short sleeved t-shirt that looked like a tuxedo. It was the thought that counted.

The zombie band was playing the hits, the bass player dressed in a dashing red velvet jacket for some reason, and Kitty had had fun with the specials for the night.

SPECIALS
Dumpster Fire
Yule Mule
Baltimore Egg Nog
Whiskey Shamash
25th Hour
~~Fergeue~~ ~~Fruerzangble~~ ~~FuerahsksdahdsadhasjdhWTF~~ Flaming Sugarloaf Wine Thing

Kitty stared at Tino when she saw that last one added. "There's a USB-powered menorah because fire and drunk people is a bad combination and you decided to do this?"

Anyway. There was also a very easily accessible fire extinguisher on top of the bar if needed. Don't let it be needed.

imafuturist

The ballroom was done up for the Yule in honor with a particularly unique chandelier at the ready to keep with the theme. There was a collection of trees for the guests to help decorate and a distressing number of mistletoe hung around with care. If you were prone to enjoying that.

The trees ranged from table-sized to ceiling-scraping and a few of them already had decorations on them: one filled with ornaments clearly made by children, one full of Avengers action figures (how were there so many suits, Tony? How?), and one decorated with the natural ornaments traditional for Yule: berries, pinecones, and dried fruit. Steve and Tony had overruled actual candles on any of the trees, but the traditional fire to celebrate the season was flickering from its containment area on the roof.

And it was snowing indoors just enough to be thematic, but melting before it could actually reach the guests and mess up their nice clothing. Because sometimes Tony just needed to flex on the science skills. Sometimes.

bigdamnprincipal

Hopefully, no one had partied themselves out completely yesterday, because it was time for Homecoming! The park had been decorated... well, it had started to be decorated in a comfortable fall theme because something had to be done with all the extra pumpkins people had, but then the pillow fort showed up, and there was lofi music coming from somewhere and, well, it wasn't a bad vibe, so here we were.

Enjoy your comfy carnival everyone!

afraid_of_marshmallows

Okay, so the stuff Dean had given her had tasted horrible but had worked wonders. She still wasn't up to snuff - she got tired and winded easily and she was still pretty pale and sore, but she was no longer alternating between chills and fever and that feeling of something off, something wrong had gone away, flushed out with the last of the bronze. She'd lost enough weight that it was noticeable and not in a good way, but she'd at least escaped looking gaunt. In short, she looked like someone who'd gone through some kind of dreadful wasting illness, but at least was now on the mend.

Which, you know, made sense. She wasn't exactly sure the difference between a severe poisoning and a severe illness in regards to toll on the body, but she guessed that they weren't too dissimilar?

Either way, she might look like she'd been dragged down a mile and a half of bad road, but that was still an improvement overall from looking like she'd been dragged down six miles of that very same road, and was celebrating by leaving the roof for a little while and heading down to the beach. She didn't get far before she had to stop and take a rest, but progress was still progress, dammit. She'd successfully made it here under her own power and she'd make it back up to her nest the same way.

...She might just be here for awhile resting up for that climb. Maybe she should let some folks know she was here since she was likely not going anywhere for a hot minute.

[Open!]

afraid_of_marshmallows

Yep, Arden was still out on the roof, bundled up on a nest (ha!) of pillows and blankets and cushions. It had been several days since the...everything...and she had to admit she wasn't doing much better. The healing Alastair had given her had done her a lot of good, but she wasn't getting better. She was still pale, still drawn, pretty much anything physical was a chore, even eating and drinking left her exhausted. She knew she was still running a fever, from the way she went from sweating to chills. And she was doing her best baby fawn impression every time she had to go downstairs to shower or change, legs trembling, balance shaky.

Arden hadn't really ever been sick before. Othersiders healed faster than humans both from injury and what few illnesses were transmissible. The first time she'd been punished with bronze, it had taken her awhile to heal from her physical wounds but, ugh, at least she hadn't had a fever. They were the worst. But she was hydrated thanks to the Khans buying a truly absurd amount of Gatorade and she even had a huge care package from Raiden made up of donuts and more cheese than she knew what to do with (yeah, that wasn't true, she was gonna use whatever she hadn't already eaten to make a mean macaroni and cheese when she was finally better, that's what she was gonna do), and she felt a little closer to huma--to normal for a bit.

So, despite the books and magazines and the presence of her laptop that Cal and Kamala had brought for her, Arden was feeling a little bored and a little antsy. Maybe some folks wouldn't mind coming to visit for a bit...?

Pulling out her phone, she started sending texts.

[Open! If you think you got a text (or maybe you heard through another source), you did!]

afraid_of_marshmallows

Arden didn't know if Raiden had called Castor yesterday after class or if it was just a coincidence, but towards the end of her shift, Arden had gotten a message saying that her car had been delivered. Right. Her car. Her luxury car. That she couldn't even drive. But had been her birthday gift from Castor, mostly because he'd had too many. Again.

Being rich was still more alien than being a half-human, half-angel hybrid who was cursed with a deadly sin, just saying.

But she'd followed the instructions in the message, which involved picking up her key where it had been couriered to Midnight, and then texted a bunch of people inviting them to come check out her very ~~weird~~ generous birthday gift. Who knew? Maybe one of them knew how to drive (who wasn't Gray, sorry, babe, but also no) and they could go joyriding? That was what you were supposed to do when you got a car, right?

And then she set off to the parking lot to find her car. It wasn't hard to spot. You just had to look for a luxury car that was basically cosplaying the Ratmobile and, as she discovered when she got there, had a vanity license plate that said FINCH.

"How am I supposed to pay for all this?" she asked, staring at her car with a shake of her head.

[Open to all!]

slothbabyproductions

Kamala had her hands full today, working on her intern project, which had somehow shifted from community outreach to writing the company newsletter. And what was she writing about? The fall menu changes at the Stark Industries Starbucks.

Look, the gremlins were right there, and Kamala figured keeping them happy was probably a smart move.

But the real challenge wasn’t the newsletter, it was the new beet smoothie she was trying. Kamala had hoped the bright red color would trick her brain into thinking it tasted better, but no. Every time she took a sip, her face scrunched up in disappointment. She’d push the cup away, only to absentmindedly take another sip while she worked on the newsletter. And the cycle continued.

Newsletters and terrible smoothies. At this point, any interruption would be a welcome escape for Kamala.

needsacatchphrase

Well, there was still a poorly written banner up, but it now just said "HAVE GOOD BAN" which Jane wasn't touching because Tino was sulking at having it ruined. But other than that, the bar was good and open for anyone who needed to drink away their sorrows, celebrate a new connection, or maybe do a little people watching.

Jane enjoyed the people watching part the most on nights like this.

Specials
You Make Me Blush
Some Like It Hot
Heart's Remedy

Enjoy yourselves, folks!

throughaphase

Caritas sort of looked like a Party City threw up, because Tino had offered to do the decorating. Of course there were balloons, streamers, glitter though it was hard to tell where it was supposed to have come from, confetti on the tables, and a butcher block banner up over the stage with "THREE MINUTE DATES" written in what was maybe paint? It sort of looked like puff paint but that had to be way too much work, right? Right?

A couple minutes before 8:00, Kitty took the stage with the zombies playing her on, and she shushed them to stop. "Hello and welcome to another Three Minute Dates!" she greeted them. "You know how this goes, unless you don't. Your names will be called into pairings every three minutes. You get together, you talk, the buzzer sounds, you go to your next table. If three minutes isn't enough time, maybe hang around a little, scope them out at the bar. And if you hate it, you just have to last five sets of three minutes, I believe in you."

She wasn't sorry if Tino signed any of you up. She was sorry for the letter banner he'd strung up over the bar reading "Have Good Banging," which was terrible English and odds were excellent that it did not stay up all night.

[OCD ~~coming!~~ is up, AHEM
Before the dates | Round One | Round Two | Round Three | Round Four | Round Five | OOC
After the dates bar

single_man_tear

When Dean came into the store today, it wasn't the chair that gave him the jump scare. It was that damn terminator reject.

So for the first five minutes of the day there was Dean pointing his gun at the damn thing that he for sure had rebuilt itself and came after him. Again.

It wasn't until he found the note from Liliana saying "it was a two for one" purchase that Dean finally put away the gun and went to work.

So anyone coming into the store today would find Dean very busy dismantling the clockwork droid with a hacksaw and putting the parts in different containers which would later be buried in different places later in the week.

Except for the head of the droid which Dean had strapped to the top of the chair just because he was in a mood.

slothbabyproductions

The sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the beach as the first notes of music from Arden’s playlist filled the air. The waves gently lapped at the shore, creating a soothing backdrop to the area. Tiki torches and string lights were set up around the party area, their flickering and colorful light adding to the atmosphere.

The aroma of North Carolina barbecue filled the air, with a long table set up with all the fixings—pulled pork, coleslaw, hush puppies, and more. For those with different tastes, vegetarian and vegan dishes were also thoughtfully provided. Sweet tea was the main beverage, but for those craving something colder, Squishies were lined up next to the drinks cooler. The centerpiece of it all was a giant cupcake that Graham had brought all the way from Daventry for the occasion.

Games were scattered around the beach: volleyball nets, cornhole, frisbees, and even a few board games for those who preferred to sit back and relax. A bonfire crackled nearby, with cozy spots to sit and chat, perfect for those who wanted to enjoy the evening at a slower pace.

It was set up for a perfect evening, filled with good food, great company, and the kind of fun that comes from being surrounded by people. Yes, it was another surprise party, the kind that shouldn’t be a surprise anymore, really. But that’s the point of parties—to celebrate the people you care about. And tonight, it was all about Arden.

[Open to all and any part goers]

slothbabyproductions

Today, Kamala was still riding a high from the weekend so she was in an even better mood than usual. Yes, last week she was a sloth but the last couple of days more than made up for it.

Plus she was eating leftover cake for breakfast so there was also a sugar high involved.

Enter Stark Industries at your own risk. Kamala was likely to be extra cheerful today.

sword_chocobro

To say that Gladio was intrigued when he came in to find a couple of boxes of Cup NoodleTM on his desk was an understatement, and he quirked a brow at his staff and had to ask what they wanted that they needed to butter him up or bribe him for.

There were a few pouts that he would think they would stoop so low, but then they revealed that Sonja was going to the nationals for Competitive Cup Stacking, but she wanted to rep Atlas properly by stacking only Cup Noodle^TM cups, but in order to do that, they needed empty ones, and, well, who better to turn to tha--

They needn't say a work further.

Gladio was happy yo do his part in contributing to the cause.

(And they were all....especially his sodium intake...we're getting raises that week).

Atlas is open!

totalwildcard

Okay, so Barbie probably wasn't in Barbieland anymore, that much had become clear. She wasn't... exactly sure what to do with that information, but she was choosing to try and make the best of it! And right now? Right now, that meant she'd found a nice little bakery and coffee place in town, and ordered coffee and a cupcake. The person behind the counted seemed a little weirded out by the money she handed over, but accepted it, so Barbie picked up her things to head to one of the tables.

"... Oh, gosh, that was a close one!"

She really wasn't used to carrying things with actual liquid inside! But it was just a matter of just being a little more careful about holding the cup, right? Right. She made it to one of the window tables without another incident of almost spilling coffee on herself.

She had not yet thought about what the experience drinking it would be like, though.

(open! eta: now with 100% less clashing with Summer's post)

afraid_of_marshmallows

Arden, who had gone to sleep Arden and then woken up still the same Arden, currently had no idea that island was doing anything weird. She was bopping around in the kitchen, making up a tasty pot of shrimp and grits, while her Spotify daily playlist sang songs of 'energy rage'. Whatever that meant, it had her doing cute little dance moves and singing along in the kitchen as she peeled and chopped and boiled and browned.

Some weekends were just really good weekends, you know?

[open! Though with an SP warning attached because ahhhhh]

moreofaponchoguy

Cal felt a little bad for skipping Earth Tourism, but he didn't want to skip out on work. Never mind that he was essentially his own boss and could easily delay things. He just needed a little extra alone time after meditation class.

Things quickly turned into some loud alone time as he sorted through bigger pieces of metal with more force than necessary, but it counted as a workout, and surely that was good for his mental health or something.

[Open!]

sword_chocobro

To say that Gladio was on the fence about whether to tackle the hot tub project himself or to hire a professional to do it was a little inaccurate; he was definitely strongly on one side, but he wanted to do plenty of research before deciding which side to stay on. Which is why, outside his usual rounds that would put him out and about during the peak times people came in so he could at least say hello, he was in the office doing some research and on the phone with the guys who did the maintenance and parts for the pool.

And, honestly? It kept him out of the whole debate and discussion the staff was having about the Olympics. But don't worry. If you were into that thing, they were almost all more than happy to get you on board with the discussion and get your input for the actual board they were using in the lobby to keep track of the proceedings and events.

Atlas is open!

whenshewasnice

The day was finally here.

Fandom appeared to be cooperating: all the evidence of Friday's paint rain had gone away overnight. Envy's team had of course had a plan B about what to do to alter the theming of the wedding ceremony if they hadn't, but they'd been glad to put away the paint cans and just follow plan A instead, as -- well, planned.

So now the inside of Fandom's little church was decked in tasteful white flowers in extravagant numbers, with little bits of greenery to make them really pop. Whichever direction anyone happened to point a camera lens towards, they would always find the background pleasing and elegant. And they should appreciate that, because one person on the team had spent the past two weeks engineering and planning just that.

There was also a string quartet, playing something classical and light as people entered and found their seats.

And, of course, there was a smattering of music reporters sitting in the back, while one of Envy's assistants explained to them with endless patience and a soft, hushed tone that yes, their exclusives were still exclusive and not in conflict with each other when each of them were from a different universe entirely.

Everything was just about ready for the Adams-Wiggin wedding.

[ooc: Open!]

slothbabyproductions

After shenanigans, Kamala had headed straight home where she had prepped the living room for an evening of fun and frivolity.

Which really just meant popping popcorn and making sure there was a variety of cold beverages in the living room.

So now she was just sitting in her favorite shenanigan outfit and going through multiple streaming services trying to find the movie she wanted to watch.

"It should not be this hard to find a stupid movie about an ogre."

It really shouldn't.

[For the manor residents and guests

sword_chocobro

A few members of the staff were grinning broadly, excitedly, at Gladio when he came into the gym that morning, which made him instantly a little suspicious, but he narrowed his eyes questioningly at them and determined that, whatever got them so eager for him to get here was probably not something bad. And, sure enough, it was the exact opposite of that, as Sonja suggested he go take a look at the Cup Noodle^TM crane game.

Instantly, a thrill of excitement rushed through Gladio, too, because that could only mean one thing. New Cup Noodle^TM!

And, sure enough, there was not one, but three new flavors, all based on the exquisite cuisine of France, featuring a lobster bisque, a chicken and truffle sauce, and a sea bream and scallop bouillabaisse, said to be the most delicious Cup Noodle^TM created yet!

"Well," Gladio chuckled as he started fishing out a roll of quarters from his desk drawer in the office, "I'll be the judge of that!"

These sounded like flavors even Iggy would approve of! So Gladio was going to try and get more than a few from the machine, because bringing the luxury and refinement of French cuisine to the already flavorful convenience of delicious Cup Noodle^TM? He might finally convince Specs yet!

Atlast is open!

afraid_of_marshmallows

After her trip to JGoB's that morning, Arden changed into a sports bra and yoga pants, and headed up to the roof with some waters and a small mat. If she wanted to get good at, oh, any of the things she was trying to learn to make herself even slightly more dangerous than your average bunny, she was going to have to start working out more on her own time. It was hot enough that she wasn't looking for a wild workout, but she could do some yoga. That was supposed to make people stronger and more flexible, right?

She spread her mat out on the roof and started stretching, recalling some of the poses she'd learned in Ms. Diaz's class last workshop and eventually shifted into cat/cow pose to start loosening up. She used to be pretty flexible, time to see if she could get that back.

[open!]

beautiful_boc

Boc peered cautiously...or, rather, as well as he could, from his height that couldn't even look over the counter unless he really pulled himself up and stretched a bit...over at the plate being set in front of him on it, and then at at the employee handing it over to him.

"No mushrooms?" he checked, and it was confirmed that, yes, it was a regular cinnamon roll this time, did he not like the one last week? To which he profusely apologized and insisted that he did actually like it, quite a lot, thank you, no disrespect meant, begging their pardon, it's just that this week, he was really looking forward to a cinnamon one, and he supposed they might have still given him a different one, but it did have all that icing on it that was already making his mouth water, so he supposed he'd just have to trust them on it.

He paid and nodded his thanks and apologized about five times more before finally retreating with his weekly treat to the table in the corner, where he'd settled in and discovered that, indeed, they weren't lying, and then just sighing happily as he licked a little of that icing from his fingers after tearing it up into his little bite-sized pieces.

[[ open, of course! ]]

sharp_man

Hannibal and Arden had briefly spoken, and she'd agreed to drop by his office. He had to admit, he was curious about the current version of his future protege.

Based on what he'd heard about her on radio, he'd foregone the tea and coffee in favor of sweet iced tea, and in case his attempt wasn't authentic enough, he'd also made lemonade. There were raspberry scones to go with either.

Meanwhile, he'd be playing chess online against some poor sod until she arrived.

[Expecting one, but if anyone wants to drop in for therapy or whatnot, sure!]

somethingwithturquoise

Tino was telling Summer all about his weekend, which sounded enough like any other weekend that Tino would tell her about that she started to become increasingly uncertain as to whether or not, from what he was telling her, he had actually been affected by the weekend at all. She tried to ask some revealing questions to help her pin it down a little more, but to no avail. Each answer seemed as frustratingly vague and uncertain as the last.

So finally, she just straight up and asked how old he was now and how old he was during the weekend, to which he just gasped and got all offended that she would even ask him something like that, and then he gave her the cold shoulder for the rest of the shift.

Which, really, was Summer preferred state of being behind the bar, so it all kind of worked out, really.

Cocktail Special
Pink Gin Martini

Jello Specials
Black Sesame Pudding
White Russian
Blue Hawaiian
Red Velvet

Caritas is open!

moreofaponchoguy

A while back, Marc had asked Cal to get some speakers set up for the outdoor areas of the manor, and Cal had agreed because it sounded easy.

It had, in fact, turned out to be harder than expected, but Cal was nothing if not stubbornly perseverant.

Between things he'd foraged from the junkyard and the magic of Amazon, Cal had put together four speakers, two for the roof and two for outside the first floor. (If the building grew more floors, well, he'd figure out what to do when the time came.) He had planned on getting things set up over the weekend but... nope, he wasn't going to dwell on what he'd spent his weekend doing instead, and was just going to focus on getting things finished now. Two of the speakers were working just fine and playing one of Cal’s playlists with BD-1's help. He was pretty sure the third speaker just needed some of the wires switched, but the last speaker was proving to be ornery.

“If you don't do what you're supposed to do, I'm going to take you completely apart, put the parts in a jar, shake them, and then put you back together again.”

Was threatening inanimate objects the best way to deal with his feelings? Probably not, but it was happening anyway.

[Open!]

beautiful_boc

If anything a bit odd was going on that weekend, Boc certainly didn't realize it. One of the benefits, really, of rarely socializing was that most of those things just slipped right by his notice. As far as he was concerned, it was just another weekend and another Sunday, and so that meant going to the bakery yet again for his weekly treat.

He was feeling a little bit traditional, though, so he stuck with only his usual cinnamon roll, acquired with no issues at all, and then made his way happily to his usual table in the corner with all the eager anticipation to enjoy it and continue on with his very lovely Sunday as usual.

[[ open bakery is open and straightforward lol ]]

afraid_of_marshmallows

Friday had been Graham's birthday! Which meant that they needed to celebrate with sushi from the Sushi Station. Sushi for Graham's birthday had been a standing tradition for almost twenty years now, whether they were in the same place or not. Though since they all were this year, the only possible thing to do was call Sushi Station, put in a reservation that would fit all of them, and then send out a message on the old group chat:

Don't ig-nori this message, because it's tamago out for Graham's birthday! So let's roll on down to the Sushi Station to show him how matcha you care! No gifts necessary, just bring your raw enthusiasm and join us for dinner fit for roe-lty and we'll shoyu a good time.

Also, Graham, this message is your birthday present for the NEXT twenty years.

Hopefully that would be enough to bring people out, because Arden had not pummeled her brain for a good half hour coming up with stupid sushi puns for people to skip out on this, dammit!

[And in true Fandom fashion, anyone with a connection to Graham, Arden, or anybody else present is more than welcome!]

what_big_teeth

Here, said she
Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
(Those are the pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations.
Here is the man with the three staves, and here is the Wheel.
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and his card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see.

Eleanor had been (please maintain your shock) reading The Waste Land again, and this passage, in particular, was lingering with her that day as she headed into the shop with her grandmother's old tarot deck and a book on how to read them. Of course, she had a vague idea, but she'd been avoiding them, mostly, because of the horrible memories they brought with them.

(It was, after all, in reading Eleanor's tarot that Grandma Persephone had done the unthinkable and actually died.)

And she was feeling a little mixed about using them now, but with so much on her mind this past week...past couple weeks, really...she figured it would either ease her mind a little or be a complete waste of time, neither of which sounded to terrible, in the long run.

And so she settled in, took care of the immediate tasks of opening and a few customers who had come in, waiting for a moment when it was quiet to pull the cards out and start shuffling through them, cutting the deck. Laying them out with meticulous care. And then taking a moment to turn the first card and place it before her.

Immediately, the lines of consternation and dread were on her face as she hurriedly told herself that perhaps it wasn't as bad as it seemed. She quickly paged through the book to find and pour over its meaning.

"A sense of hedonism," she murmured, as her finger trailed along the page, "and a selfish desire for gratification... can also signal addiction, and in the context of love and relationships, co-dependency."

Well, that wasn't very...encouraging, but she cautiously had to admit it could be...accurate. She would reserve judgement until after seeing what the next card might say.

"....asks us to bring common sense, structure, discipline and logic to relationships and romance....represents someone...that may also have a hard time expressing their feelings."

She breathed out. "Yeah. Okay."

One more, and she was going to decide if she'd read enough and should just go back to work.

Disaster. Destruction.

"....of course it is."

But also?

"The old ways are no longer useful, and you must find another set of beliefs, values and processes to take their place. It may not be a relationship that is being broken down, but your perspective and understanding of the entire notion of what love means to you..."

Eleanor sat with that one for a long moment, reminding herself that she said she was going to be done after that last card. But maybe, just maybe, she really should do just one more....

Plant Parenthood is open!

afraid_of_marshmallows

It was the first day of break and Arden was going to spend it the way the goddess had intended it: out on the beach with the salt and the sea and the sun ~~and the sand, sorry Anakin~~. She was sprawled out on a blanket with a towel or two next to her and a cooler of drinks and snacks. She had a book with her for later, but right now she was enjoying the warmth while sending out a text to all the usual suspects (and a few new ones for good measure) inviting them to come and spend the day out on the beach with her.

[Open to all! If you think you got a text, you did, or maybe you just happened to be wandering up the beach and decided to chill!]

heroic_jawline

The ballroom was positively sparkling with glitter and the light off of the brand new chandelier for the occasion. (Which should really come as a surprise to no one considering how many chandeliers they'd cycled on through for previous events.)

In preparation to the many amateur skaters they were anticipating, the half-sized walls around the skating rink--now located below the chandelier and taking up three quarters of the normal ballroom space--were well-padded.

There were drinks and appetizers and plenty of good music ready for people to come in and have a fun evening out if they were so inclined! Time to roller disco!

slothbabyproductions

After going for a run yesterday and then having to climb a tree in a cicada costume, Kamala was supposed to be doing a light day of stretching and recovery with specific Yoga exercises.

However right now her Savasana pose was mostly her looking at her phone and checking in on her friends back home.

Open

hasaknightjob

Marc's office was still there. Which was worth noting because he could make it go somewhere. But, yanno, fine. If he had to be in charge of the place might as well have somewhere to be in charge from. Somewhere that didn't involve inviting people into the private residence. (Which was entirely a concern for privacy and not for Watts and Steven's cat who still got skittish around strangers sometimes. Just so that was clear.)

Today Marc was at his desk and using his phone to try to look up information on buying and installing outdoor speakers. Midnight could do a lot of things but creating something electronic that allowed for playing music either on the roof or out by the grill was apparently not on that list.

Getting this done was on Marc's list because... it was getting warmer out and the residents would probably make use of such a thing.

What? That wasn't not a reason.

All of which meant Marc was in his office, regretting the choices in life that led him to try to navigate his way through far too many pop-ups on websites that sold outdoor speakers, and thinking a tiny bit fondly of the days when his annoyances came in the form of people trying to shoot him.

Out front the chalkboard sign had the usual note about rooms available for rent, along with one underneath it which said Come on in, office is to your right. Don't mind Marc, he has other facial expressions, we promise.

[open]

beautiful_boc

The strange restlessness and urge to return to the Lands Between seemed to have passed for Boc soon after Thursday, and what a relief that was! Could you even imagine, wanting to return anywhere that didn't have cinnamon rolls? Not only were the no cinnamon rolls, but there also weren't cozy bakeries where one even such as himself, despite being but a mere demi-human, could come and have one, and sit at a table in the corner to enjoy it, and even chat with people, who considered him, of all things, a friend? Or that he could have his own shop where he got to work with beautiful fabrics and help people find nice clothes and do his old mum proud with his own work with a needle?

Absolute madness, truly! Boc marveled at how he could have felt such a strange compulsion as he settled in at his usual table in the corner, going about meticulously tearing his cinnamon roll into smaller, bite-sized pieces. Because as lovely as it would have been, if the rumors were true, that he could become human....surely there could be other ways, where the price would not be so great....

[[ open for all your baked good needs! usual work-related sp terms and conditions apply! ]]

afraid_of_marshmallows

Arden hadn't really been sleeping well recently and had decided to go for a walk about it tonight rather than just stay in her room staring up at the ceiling. The weather was warm enough that she didn't even bother changing out of her nightshirt or put on shoes, just let herself out of the manor and walked along the beach for awhile, trying not to think, to just empty out her mind and be one with the air, just like she'd tried during medit--never mind.

Sadly, that had worked about as well as it had during meditation - though she hadn't kicked up a hurricane this time, so progress! - and so partway through her walk, she decided that if she couldn't shut up her whirling thoughts by will alone, she could at least tire herself out enough to sleep instead.

Maybe it was today's trip to the Falls and a reminder of how much she enjoyed swimming. Maybe it was how inviting the ocean looked, reflecting the stars. Maybe it was because running in sand sucked. Or maybe it was Irony having its way. Either way, Arden looked at the ocean, then down at her pjs, and then back at the ocean. Wearing wet clothes sucked but it was the middle of the night. Who was even going to be around this late?

Terrible decision made, she shucked off her nightshirt, leaving it right there on the beach, and waded into the water. It was cooler than she'd expected, but she dove under anyway and once she got actually swimming, she warmed right up. Huh. It turned out skinny dipping was fun. No wonder all her teachers had done it!

[Open for anyone out for a late night beach stroll, but warning for the (obvious) potential nudity! There will be no accidental flashing unless agreed upon OOCly!]

moreofaponchoguy

Cal woke up with a raging headache, and the strangest remnants of a dream. Usually, his sleep was filled with nightmares, but last night he'd dreamed of being a dashing space pirate, marrying Arden in secret, and flying off to a life of adventure across the galaxy in his amazing ship...

And then Cal woke up a little more and realized a) he was sore because he'd slept on a cardboard box, b) Arden was curled up next to him, and c) maybe it wasn't a dream. He opened his eyes to find BD-1 peering down at him and scanning his vitals.

"BD?"

"That's Padre Beepington to you."

Okay, maybe if Cal concentrated enough, he could make the cardboard swallow him, but leave Arden safe and sound.

[For the gremlin bite partner and anyone else who might need the junkyard!]

imafuturist

The Waffle House was a mysterious thing, arriving on island only in times of great need. Like when a number of people might be very, very. very hungover.

That was why Tony was slumped over on a sticky, poorly washed table, waiting for another cup of weak coffee and much too greasy potatoes with a single slice of barely melted American cheese on them.

Like a real champ.

[so open]

pocketpretzels

Watts and Steven had discussed putting together a little breakfast spread for the boarding house's residents as a sort of start-of-summer-semester celebration. Which, yes, had officially begun yesterday, but they'd ~~OOCly~~ been busy, and thus it was happening today.

The offerings weren't elaborate: a few different types of bread, muffins, and bagels, along with spreads of various kinds. Fresh fruit and granola bars were also available to grab, and of course beverages: a pot of coffee, a kettle with hot water for tea, and a pitcher of orange juice.

This could all be found in the dining room, with the kitchen of course available should anyone wish to make themselves anything more involved.

[ooc: open for residents or anyone who’d feel an inclination to stop by!]

beautiful_boc

Originally, Boc had actually not been planning to come to the bakery for his weekly cinnamon roll this time. Going to the picnic had not only managed to fill his food supply for a little bit and tide him over on his newly developing sweet tooth, but it also filled his socializing supply to last him for even longer than the food might!

But two people had mentioned it yesterday, so now he felt the almost had to, lest he disappoint those people by not keeping up with the tradition.

Maybe, just maybe, everyone would have gotten the socialization out of their systems yesterday? He hoped so, because then it would just be nice and quiet as he took up his usual spot at the table in the corner and started tearing his roll into smaller, bite-sized pieces, all the while thinking he was glad he did end up coming in after all, as nice as all the food at the picnic had been, he'd have missed this particular special treat, really.

[[ open bakery is open, of course! ]]

afraid_of_marshmallows

So, Arden and Cal had been sending pics back and forth, Arden sharing as much of Daventry and the tournament as she could, Cal responding with pictures of the island and some of her favorite birds. (Yes, she had favorite birds around the island, don't ask, #JustSylphThings). About fifteen or so minutes ago, she'd sent a text asking him to go check on a specific bird that sometimes showed up in town.

Interestingly enough, a portal from Daventry just happened to open up in that exact same spot, and Arden stepped through, still dressed in her fantasy world finery, looking around to see if her ruse worked.

[While the text was to Cal, open post is open for other folks, whether they're also returning from Daventry or just happen to be out and about!]

knightinshinarmor

Remy had finally found the mysterious squirrel radio broadcast, and discovered that there was a young woman around here who was excited to hear about another southerner.

That was more than enough to convince him he should take the time to make a nice gumbo for the house. Admittedly, it didn't take much.

He had a pot of chicory coffee going and sipped from a mug of it as he stirred the roux. It was a little quiet in here so far (he missed arguing over spices with Jean), but he was hoping that the aromatics and seasoning would draw people in soon enough.

If not . . . well. At least gumbo froze well.

[open! APPARENTLY I CAN PLAY THIS GUY. OMG.]

beautiful_boc

Boc had started to keep track of the days. In a way, anyway, with a little tally system in a notebook that he kept by the nest he'd made for himself underneath the counter at the shop, because being a tree had thrown him off the rhythm he kept, and the fact that Arden had apparently been a bit worried about him because he hadn't shown up for his usual cinnamon roll sent him in a little bit of a frenzy. He didn't want anyone worrying about him! He didn't think anyone should be worried about him! He didn't know what to do with someone worrying about him. He worried about everything quite enough to be adding to the general amount of worrying in the world!

So, to prevent any such worrying in the future, he was dedicating himself to actually understanding the passing of days here so that he could avoid it. Which meant that he now knew, thanks to asking some of the employees of the shop about it, that today was Sunday, and Sundays were when he went to get his cinnamon roll. He knew that Thursdays were the day when things seemed busiest, and Fridays and Saturdays were usually the days when parties occurred. That information he gleaned so that he could ensure that those were the days he absolutely stayed in the shop, and then Mondays and Tuesdays sounded like good days to usually go exploring, if he felt so inclined.

All of this was greatly on his mind that week, as, that Sunday, he went to the bakery, got his usual cinnamon roll (which they seemed to have prepared the moment they saw him walk through the door! Not that he could blame them; he wouldn't want to have to interact with him any more than necessary, either...) and hobbled on over to his usual table in the corner, climbing up on the chair and getting settled, and thinking he rather liked the sound of the day today. Sunday. Who didn't love the sun?

Well, actually, a lot of people, really, usually his own kind, but he rather liked it, and he was thinking maybe he'd indulge in a bit of sun-inspired fashion work this week...

[[ open bakery is of course open! ]]

afraid_of_marshmallows

With Graham heading out to Daventry in a few days for the Knight Trials (and, if he won, staying there), they were running out of time to give him a proper sendoff. And so Arden had pulled a couple of late nights pulling a quick beach party together. There were tiki torches all around and a volleyball net, some hula hoops, some inflatable rafts and floats, a couple of beach balls...basically, she'd raided T&C's summer aisle for as much as she could scavenge and dragged it all back here and set it up around a bunch of blankets, beach towels, lounge chairs, and big umbrellas for folks who needed to hide from the sun. There were also plastic sand buckets full of sunscreen at various levels of SPF because she didn't want anyone getting sun poisoning at Graham's goodbye party. Seemed like a bad omen.

The most prominent aspect of the party was a hand-painted paper banner that said GOOD LUCK GRAHAM!! Arden was going to try to get everybody to sign it before Graham showed up, so he'd have a banner full of well-wishes from all his friends at Fandom. There were pens, markers, colored pencils, and even paints for people to use.

Okay, so decorations, food, activities, music, drinks, various kinds of sun protections...was she forgetting something? Arden had never once in her life thrown a party before, so she was probably forgetting something... Oh well, too late now. Hopefully if it was anything major, she could run into town and grab it. Or maybe ask someone else to. Were you allowed to ask people to help you with things if you were hosting?

Somebody needed to teach a class on how to throw a party. That was her takeaway from this endeavor.

But okay. This party was as ready as it was gonna be. Now just to wait until people arrived. Which they would. Right? Right.

[Open! Whether you got an invite directly, heard about it on the wind, or just decided to randomly take a stroll on the beach, please feel free to tag in! And, magically, it ends with plenty of time before graduation by the power of sparkles]

beautiful_boc

Up until that very morning, Boc had been a tree for a better portion of the last week. Again. He was starting to think that it had less to do with him as it did with the preserve, because that seemed to be mostly where it happened, except that first time, when he'd been in the park. It was presenting quite a conundrum for him, really, because he really did like going out to the preserve, but if he kept turning into a tree a good amount of the times he did go out there....

Truly, a troubling situation indeed!

But certainly not anything to worry about now, as he made his way back to the shop and got himself settled in again with all the new merchandise that had come in for the summer and then practiced a little with some sewing to make sure he hadn't lost all his progress while being stuck as a tree, and generally worrying about how to figure out how many days he lost, because this did rather send his cinnamon roll schedule off track, didn't it? Would it be alright if he swayed from it? It didn't seem like the sort of thing that would matter, but what if he was wrong, and he went on a day that wasn't his usual day and they got upset at him about it? It would be a very difficult thing to risk, and so he was going to spend a good deal of time debating on whether or not it would be worth it.

Pixie Dust is open!

afraid_of_marshmallows

It was weird, but out of nowhere, Arden had gotten this abrupt craving for ice cream, one so strong that there was nothing for it but to head over to Chilly Boulder immediately. Maybe it was because she'd been reading outside on her balcony and even with her innate climate control, eighty degrees was still pretty sweltering. On top of ice cream, it turned out she also was really jonesing for interaction, so on her way to Chilly Boulder, she sent out a text to the usual suspects - everyone she went to school with, everyone who lived in Midnight, maybe three or four others, including a few numbers she didn't even recognize, but hey! Who didn't want ice cream on a hot day?

Hey, heading to Chilly Boulder, people should join me!

Hopefully that would get a couple of people's interest, too!

[open! If you're part of the above groups, you got a text. If you're someone Arden chats with regularly, you got a text. If neither of those apply to you, your number is clearly one of the random ones in her phone. Or maybe you just also wanted Chilly Boulder! ANYWAY IT'S OPEN TO EVERYONE IS WHAT I'M SAYING.]

moreofaponchoguy

The temptation to spend all day continuing to hide in his room after last week was high, but sticking to a schedule gave him a sense of normalcy that little else on this island could provide. So, Cal was here, at work, taking things apart and trying to put them back together while BD sat and watched him.

"I don't want to talk about it," he said.

"I didn't ask."

"I can feel you thinking about asking."

The junkyard was open!

single_man_tear

You know what's good in the morning? Leftovers.

Dean had brought home his french fry extravaganza yesterday and stored it in the fridge for later consumption.

And because poutine is always better the second day (it probably isn't but Dean was craving gravy), Dean opened up the fridge this morning to find.

Everything moving.

The french fries were crawling around the fridge like worms and the various sauces and toppings were sliding around as well.

Dean just stood there with the open door at the chaos he just found.

"Son of a bitch."

[Open! Feel free to mod the French fries]

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