suitably_heroic: (lsp: animated)
[personal profile] suitably_heroic
The clopping at the Perk was kind of distracting, in that fuzzy, familiar way that let Jack know immediately that he was--

Well, not home. But somewhere he'd lived for a very long time.

He didn't have any particular goal in coming here - unless you counted the big sugary coffee that he picked up at the counter - but it felt like... a healthy thing to do? A way to stretch his limbs, after months confined to the same place? He sat down at a seat by the window, mainly just to people watch. See how many people had gotten hit by this particular brand of Fandom whimsy.

He'd probably be heading home again in a couple of hours. But for now, he was here, and his head was strangely, comfortably quiet.

[[ open ]]
totalwildcard: (pos: 023)
[personal profile] totalwildcard
"Okay but how 'bout ya put more pumpkin in it?"

"Okay but even more?"

"But even more more?"

"More more mo--"

Hi, yes, Harley was holding at least one barista hostage with the order she was attempting to make. Sometimes you just had to! While leaning way too far over the counter while she did it, too.

Someone come save the barista. Or possibly Harley, depending on how (much more) annoying she got before her latte would be deemed complete.

(open with some slow)
suitably_heroic: (dsp: exCUSE me?)
[personal profile] suitably_heroic
The first call came right as Jack was halfway into a Henley (in which he got stuck for an embarrassing thirty seconds, by which time the phone had stopped ringing). The second came as he was digging around for his keycard at the hotel desk (and then dropped it in his effort to get to his phone). The third followed right in the middle of his conversation with the barista at the Perk about the exact amount of sugar to dump into his giant coffee, which was now more sugar than caffeine.

And the fourth, the one he actually managed to pick up in time? Came while he was walking to a table with said very big, very hot coffee in hand.

"Rand," he managed.

"Trent bought a van!"

He was silent for a moment.

"Dane," he said, enunciating very clearly, "This could have been a text."

"Sorry!"

He sank down into a seat and immediately spilled sugar-coffee on his shirt. Sigh.

[[ open ]]
suitably_heroic: (lsp: cleverer than i act)
[personal profile] suitably_heroic
Yeah. So. Talking to someone about the whole Jedi-rebuilding thing. Great idea. Good way to actually be helpful. It was fine! Fine.

Jack had even curated a whole thrash metal playlist for the morning and the walk here just to get him into the right fine mindset (nothing cured insecurity like some Anthr-- okay, maybe the phrasing wasn't great on that one), but of course someone's musical tastes had completely ruined his algorithm. By the time he was actually walking to the park - early, way too early - the playlist had finished and he had Tim McIlrath sing-yelling Are we not good enough? Are we not brave enough? Is the violence in our nature just the image of our maker? in his ears, memories of the weekend dancing around in his head.

He sat down on the bench. Set his lightsabers down beside him, and then - after a moment - reached up to take out the earbud. "We're not stories, we're not actors, we're awake and in control," he mumbled to himself. And then a few more times, for good measure.

Okay? Okay.

Time to wait for Rey.

[[ expecting one, but open! ]]
somethingwithturquoise: (lofty profile)
[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise
Now that Summer had an actual property for her new storefront on Ravnica (with everything pretty much set up from the last business to carry over extremely well into her business), she was itching to get back there and get started with making this latest dream a reality, but, with the timing, she was definitely thinking she could get in one last shift in at Caritas before her attention shifted entirely to other enterprises.

Well. It was all still jello, but...you know what she meant.

But you better believe that if this was her last shift for a while, that she was going to go out with an absolutely disgusting bang.

Featured Cocktail
The Hard Sell

Featured Jello
Bacon and Eggs
Baked Potato Donuts
TEETH
Bluefin Tuna


Caritas is open!
totalwildcard: (neu: 017)
[personal profile] totalwildcard
The windows of Needful Things were plastered with handmade signs saying things like "BIG SALE" and "EVERYTHING MUST GO!!!!" Which was not at all influenced by recent events, except for entirely.

Harley had spent a good chunk of the previous day trying to overhaul her entire apartment upstairs. Now her place was even more of a chaotic mess than it already had been, but at least nothing that wasn't bolted down was where it had started out. A lot of it now also wasn't anywhere it made any sense, and her bed was currently kind of wedged in a doorway but whatever, she'd deal with it later. Because that day, it was the store's turn.

Hence the attractive signage on the windows. Trying to reorganize the entire store seemed like a lot of work, so Harley's thinking was she could just try and and sell off as much as she humanly could, and then just restock the entire place until it no longer reminded her of coming home from things that hadn't been dates, or that one time just barely away from the view of the windows she'd --

Anyway!

Change was good, right? So good.

You could tell just how good by how a record player was blaring, and Harley was belting "Iiiiiiii AIN'T got noBOOOODY --!" right along with it.

(open!)
suitably_heroic: (dsp: lightsaber fight)
[personal profile] suitably_heroic
The last couple of weeks had been kind of a blur of touring, music, life beyond the island - apparently just Summer-not-being-here had been enough to sever much of Jack's mental and emotional connection to the island and everything it represented. He supposed that somewhere, that was a good thing; that he should probably stop giving in to the urge to come back here at all, to this near-masochistic urge to poke at the shadows of his old life.

Still. One of the things he'd learned in his time as a (active? He still hadn't figured out how he thought of himself in that capacity, yet) Jedi was the importance of feeling present. In your body, in the moment, in the galaxy. And he didn't want to give up his presence on the island yet.

So. Lightsaber practice in the park. Seemed like a good way to put himself back in his body and back in the environment. He picked a quiet spot with good visibility - didn't want to chop anyone's head off by accident - and lit his blades with a snap-hiss. "Let's start with some Soresu," he muttered to himself, slid into a stance, and started moving.

The strain on his muscles, the sound of the birds in the trees, the wear of the humidity on his skin - it wasn't all comfortable, no. But it was grounding.

[[ open ]]
somethingwithturquoise: (hand up eye roll)
[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise
Koala sitting hadn't necessarily put a damper on Summer's work in trying to figure out what to do about her jello enterprise in Ravnica, but it did sort of make it slightly slower going than she would have liked. Since she was so distracted with all of that, though, she didn't have time to put a lot of thought into what to do for her shift at the bar tonight. Thankfully, a quick look through her pantry to do some inventory on what she had and what might need used up before she completely switched gears to another plane for a while, helped her get some inspiration.

Or, at the very least, find something that she had way too much of that she should probably use up soon.

Three guesses as to what type of booze in particular seemed to have been collecting a lot of dust among all the vodka, rum, and gin...

Featured Cocktail
Brandy Alexander

Featured Jello
Brandy Pudding
Blackberry Brandy
Brandy Old Fashioned


Caritas is open!
weirderthanthou: (fandom)
[personal profile] weirderthanthou
Were you sleeping soundly in whatever underwear you had left, Fandom? Not anymore!

At 2 AM, sirens all across the island began to blare. A PA system turned on, featuring a metallic voice loudly yelling: "KRAKEN DRILL. KRAKEN DRILL. ALL INHABITANTS GRAB RAIN GEAR AND ASSEMBLE AT THE INTERSECTION OF LOON DRIVE AND GRIFFIN WAY. I REPEAT. KRAKEN DRILL. KRAKEN DRILL. ALL INHABITANTS GRAB RAIN GEAR AND ASSEMBLE AT THE INTERSECTION OF LOON DRIVE AND GRIFFIN WAY."

If anyone hoped it was going to stop before 4 AM, sorry: no.

At least there wasn't an actual kraken, so Loon Drive's stone streets wouldn't be slippery with rain. And at least Mayor Faden hadn't deployed her tie yourself to a building addition to the kraken emergency plan yet...

[[ have at, all ]]
suitably_heroic: (dsp: exCUSE me?)
[personal profile] suitably_heroic
You know, in spite of all of Jack's concerns and trepidation, the past week had actually been pretty good. Not just the weekend - a show in England, followed by seeing the show in England, he was pretty sure getting everyone in to that had earned him points for life - but even all the stuff back home before it.

And then he'd decided to take a quick trip over to the island to check on things. Maybe run a cheap load of laundry. Except that hadn't worked, so now he was stuck with a hotel room full of dirty t-shirts and a sense of impending dread.

"Are you sure you need caffeine right now?" the barista asked him, as she shoved his giant coffee in his direction.

"I think caffeine is at the top of my pyramid of needs right now," Jack informed her. "... Or, wait, isn't that the bottom? How does that thing work anyway?"

"Please just go drink your coffee."

"Ugh," Jack muttered, glancing down at his shiny new Black Sabbath t-shirt. "How does this already have a stain on it?!"

[[ open ]]
somethingwithturquoise: (hand up eye roll)
[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise
Summer was already feeling a little restless that week, as one might expect when one had a RageFest sized carrot dangled in front of them on the way to a new possible business prospect, and it really didn't help that Tino, although he didn't say anything, was giving her a look as she set up her specials board that week.

"What?" she said. "We had a lot of mango at the store this week! You think I'm happy about that? I don't even like mango all that much!"

And now Tino was really looking at her like she was crazy.

Featured Cocktail
Mango Lava Flow

Featured Jello
Mango Sticky Rice
Mango Jalapeño
Watermelon Mango
Mango Peach O's


Caritas is open!
somethingwithturquoise: (tropical bliss)
[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise
After a day of hard work (not by Summer herself, of course, she had other people to do that for her while she mostly just lounged and got a good suntan and pregamed while directing the preparations), the beach was set up for her big birthday beach party, and she couldn't be happier. It had, of course, all the trappings one might expect from such a thing: tiki torches, bonfire, volleyball court, and so, so much more, but she'll get into that in the OCD threads!

Summer herself was, of course, feeling those beach vibes and at that point was pretty much just eager to have people show up, barely even worried anymore that people wouldn't, which, you know, was a nice thing to reflect on, because that showed character growth and maturity as she moved on into this, her twenty-fifth year of life.

Also, well, as you'll see, she pretty much hired about half the town to help her out, so she was already guaranteed a small crowd from that alone.

[[ and open beach party is totally open! ]]
suitably_heroic: (dsp: w/ lightsaber stance)
[personal profile] suitably_heroic
You know, the amount of perks Fandom held were limited, but 'enough facilities to exercise like a Jedi' was definitely one of them. After spending about half an hour flinging himself around and up against the walls of the gym and doing stupid acrobatics like some Force sensitive moron with creaky knees, Jack finally broke out the lightsabers for the final part of his routine.

"Really should've called Lana about a spar," he muttered, retreating into the empty sparring space. Both of his yellow lightsabers snap-hissed to life in his hands. He fell into an opening stance - Soresu, just to work his way back up into his usual Juyo - imagined a particularly annoying adversary, and began to move.

Sure, he was never going to be as sharp as he'd been when he was out in the field. And sure, in New York, none of this was particularly useful. But he was a paranoid guy, and this was an easy way to keep the worst at bay.

[[ open ]]
somethingwithturquoise: (just so happy right now)
[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise
Tomorrow was Summer's birthday, but did you see Caritas all obnoxiously decked out with birthday paraphernalia and decorations? No. No you didn't. Because she was almost twenty-five, and clearly much more mature than that to make everything about her own birthday, Tino.

But she did make her Featured Cocktail about her birthday, thank you very much. Because that was a true marker of her growth and development as a well-rounded individual and adult: embracing the art of subtlety.

(Sometimes).

Featured Cocktail
Birthday Cake Martini

Featured Jello
Strawberry Champagne
Irish Breakfast
Pink Lemonade
Fried Pickle


Caritas is open!
somethingwithturquoise: (x doubt)
[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise
When Tino saw what Summer had put together for this week's specials, he'd expressed a disappointment that he hadn't known about it, because if he had he would have helped by decorating the bar with butterflies to go along with the theme.

"You mean, like, cardboard decorative ones, don't you, Tino?" Summer asked, and all of a sudden, Tino didn't seem to be able to hear her. "Don't you??? I swear to god, Tino, if you fill this bar up with actual butterflies, I am going to totally lose my shit, because I know for a fact you are not getting them through ethical means!"

Okay, she didn't know that for a fact, but Tino's continued silence on the matter spoke volumes.

Featured Cocktail
Butterfly Gin Fizz

Featured Jello
Butterflies!
Lemon Monarch | Blueberry Morpho
Raspberry Peacock | Lime Green Lacewing


Caritas is open!
somethingwithturquoise: (arms crossed offended)
[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise
When Summer came in, there was a happy birthday banner hanging over the stage and Tino greeted her with a blast of a noisemaker and put a pink sparkly birthday hat on her head. She promptoly removed it and gave him a withering look.

"Please don't tell me that it's allegedly your birthday again," she said. "You have, like, five of those a year at this point."

Luckily for her, Tino didn't tell her it was his birthday. It was his brother's birthday. Tomorrow.

Honestly, Summer would have preferred he claimed it was his birthday again instead.

"I don't believe you even have a brother," Summer declared.

But apparently he did! He just worked at a different bar in Canada, so Summer clearly wouldn't know him.

Featured Cocktail
Smash of the Titans

Featured Jello
Kumquat 75
Orange Creamsicle
Orange Maple Pecan
Cheese Fries


Caritas is open!
suitably_heroic: (lsp: cleverer than i act)
[personal profile] suitably_heroic
Ah, emotional baggage day. That had taken Jack back - though it'd been satisfying to see that his own amount of baggage had gone down significantly. Score one for therapy.

After class, he made his now-habitual trip to the Perk while he waited for his portal to arrive. With a large black coffee in hand, he picked a spot by the window and sat down.

Sucks that it's raining, the barista had said. They'd wanted to put some seats outside.

"Outdoor seating," Jack muttered to himself. "Sitting in the sun. Space. Just one cloud away from turning into a TV trope."

[[ open ]]
somethingwithturquoise: (but i'm so cute right???)
[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise
"Here, Tino!" Summer sang out brightly as she swept into the bar that evening for her shift. "Hold these limes!"

Before he knew it, Tino was struggling to keep within his arms all the loose limes that Summer had shoved into them, and he was about to ask how he was supposed to hold all of them before she cheerfully added, "But whatever you do, don't put them in the coconuts!"

Tino, confused, waited for further information, but come on, what did Summer look like? Someone who would actually explain things to him? She went about getting her shots set up and getting the bar ready, leaving him standing there with his limes.

Eventually, he'd end up setting them down on the counter, where some of them would roll away to random places here and there, to, you know, do his job, but he stood there just holding the limes for an unprecidented amount of time, really.


Featured Cocktail
Citriburst Lime Mojito

Featured Jello

Key Lime Pie
Black Hot Lime
Cherry Limeade
Watermelon Lime


Caritas is open!
suitably_heroic: (dsp: ew.)
[personal profile] suitably_heroic
It was his second week back for the summer, and whatever chill Jack had felt about being here had gone out the window during class yesterday. Fantastic.

Good thing he was heading back home for the weekend (and gigs) that evening. For now, though, with his portal still ahead of him, he was going to wander into the Perk, and order the biggest black coffee they had.

"Aren't you supposed to be dead?" the barista asked.

"Didn't you hear Cara's radio broadcasts?" Jack replied. "I'm a zombie-clone, come back to haunt you."

He turned and leaned against the counter, and--

"... Are those giant lizards?" Beat. "Of course they are. Space, where did I leave my lightsabers?"

[[ open, before or after he rushes out to go fight some godzillas ]]
suitably_heroic: (lsp: cleverer than i act)
[personal profile] suitably_heroic
It was funny. Every time Jack came back here, the island felt different. From a place of grief, to a place of dangers, relapse and recovery, to now, just... a place. Sure, part of it was that he knew he'd be back home in a couple of days, that they'd be testing the Portalocity subscription he had for their first show of the new record, but it was also just...

Something.

He took some time to suck up the ambiance that morning, wandering out of the hotel to roam Fandom's streets. This time, he didn't take the path up to Galactica Point, though-- he made it to the park, hands stuck in the pockets of his jacket. Watching the flamingos and the other birds flapping around.

On a whim, he picked a spot on the grass, by a tree, and sat down. He let his senses expand outward, slowly, in circles. From the grass to the birds in the water to the squirrels in the trees, and then beyond, into the town, and past that.

He used to let himself get lost in it. Now, he kept a gentle hold on his own place in the Force ('more of your Jedi zen bullshit', said a voice in his head, anchoring him there) as he let the life of it all wash over him.

It was peaceful. He felt good. It was good.

[[ open ]]
somethingwithturquoise: (lofty profile)
[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise
Summer had been sent something yesterday that made her absolutely squeal with delight once she realized what it was, and she was still riding that glee and anticipation by the time she came into the bar that evening. Which had the added bonus of having Tino being suspicious and skeptical about her good mood, for a change, which was really nice. It meant he was generally avoiding her, because he, like she so often did with him, figured if it was something making her so damn pleased, then it had to be something he was better off not even knowing about.

It didn't help that Summer noticed this behavior and started acting even more smug and mysteriously satisfied just to make him question and doubt and worry more. Because, really, at this point, he was just asking for it.


Featured Cocktail
Dark & Thunderstruck

Featured Jello
Pop Rocks
That's Me Espresso
If You Like...
Strawberry Fields Forever


Caritas is open!
somethingwithturquoise: (pouting in the car)
[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise
So Summer had turned back to herself from being a squirrel that morning, and thankfully, it had very conveniently happened while Stark was off doing radio, which meant that she was spared at least a little bit of awkwardness, of the kind that had nothing to do with the usual things that made this animal transformation bullshit so obnoxious. Honestly, in a way, she was kind of grateful for the timing, even if it had taken its sweet time making it happen the night of, but it gave Summer some time to think about things, actually.

Unfortunately, now that she was human again, she had to actually do something about those thoughts. It was enough to make her want to take a quick jump home and start poking through Rick's stuff to see if he had anything to make being a squirrel a little more perminant, tbh.

Anything to avoid having to confront what she'd been staring down the barrel of before she turned.

(Which was the root of the problem, though, wasn't it, Summer??)

Whatever. She was going to put it off as long as she could, all the same, and Stark doing radio while she change was perfect for that because she could just send him a quick text letting him know she was back, but, hey, it was Wednesday, she really needed to get her jello started! And that meant she could spend the rest of the day groaning and swearing and commisserating and probably drinking, let's be real, without the pressure of keeping anyone else's dumb, stupid feelings in mind.

(She did apologize to Pancakes, though, but also, like, how was Summer supposed to know that she was going to be in the path of whatever she was throwing at the time? Come on.)

Either way, she was herself, venting while making jello had....sort of helped, and she was now sulking behind the bar a little as she got ready for her shift, and trying to figure out just what she was going to do about things now that she no longer had the comfort of just being a squirrel as an excuse.

Featured Cocktail
Pink Squirrel

Featured Jello
Fuzzy Navel
Korean Acorn Jelly
Nutty Irishwoman


Caritas is open!
somethingwithturquoise: (arms crossed offended)
[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise
When Summer came into the bar that evening, Tino asked her if she wanted to know his family's special recipe for stuffing, and she said no, but he told her anyway, and then she told him that now she was going to take that recipe and put it in jello, and so if anyone wondered why Tino was sulking at one end o the bar, it was because he had learned a very important lesson (which, let's be real, he should know by now with how long they'd been working together) in never telling Summer anything she doesn't want to know, because she will absolutely take that information and try to use it against you in any way she can.

And Summer was sulking because she really did mean it, she really didn't want to know, because you knew whatever was a traditional recipe in Tino's family had to be knowledge that no normal human should ever have to carry, which was why, on occasion, she just would occasionally find herself shouting out, "Really, Tino? Fucking raisins??" and looking at him like he was the ultimate scum of the Earth, because she was now convinced he very well may be.

Featured Cocktail
Pumpkin Cheesecake Martini

Featured Jello
Deamsicle
Apple Crisp
Cherry Fire Pepper


Caritas is open!
somethingwithturquoise: (doubtful summer is doubtful)
[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise
Tino had brought in a pizza that evening and he asked if Summer wanted some, and Summer wasn't really sure if it was a good sign or something that she should be worried about that when she asked if he'd rinsed it, he said 'no.'

Because remember that? That he rinsed his pizza sometimes? Pepperidge Farm Summer remembered! Randomly! And she was really unsure which was the bigger cry for help: that he'd rinsed it in the first place or that he'd apparently suddenly stopped.

And then she blinked.

Wait. Was that how people felt about her various approaches to jello?

Then she frowned, and firmly decided not to think about any of that too much more any longer, had herself a slice of unrinsed pizza, and a shot of very strong booze.

Featured Cocktail
Blood Orange Mimosa

Feature Jello
French 75
Orange Cinnamon Roll
Caramel Apple


Caritas is open!
suitably_heroic: (dsp: i'm not crying)
[personal profile] suitably_heroic
Space, but Jack was so ready to be home again. (Though yes, it was still humiliating that he'd finally broken about it in front of Summer of all people.) Ready enough that he'd - grumpily, mind you, but still - given up his spot behind the wheel of the van to Trent a few hours ago, and curled up in the back for some sleep. Maybe by the time he woke up, he'd be in a sane state again.

Alas, it was not to be.

When he woke up, it was on a bench in the park, curled up on his side, with a flamingo loudly screaming in his face.

"What the--"

That sure was a flurry of Earth expletives, right there.

Oh no.

[[ open ]]
somethingwithturquoise: (simple listening)
[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise
Summer was squinting a little at the stage today when she came in to set up for her shift, as the zombies seemed to be milling around and testing out some more uncommon instruments. Their usual instruments were still on hand so no one had to be subjected to doing their favorite karaoke song to the bagpipes or an otamatone, but....

That would be pretty funny.

Until then, though, the patrons of the bar might be treated to some familiar background music, but as done by theramin or ocarina, and maybe a groaning debate or two amongst the band (no doubt sparked by zombie Yoko) about whether or not certain instruments really classified as 'uncommon.'

Summer was, of course, staying out of it, no matter how many times Tino tried to get her in on some kind of betting pool.

Featured Cocktail
The Last Word

Featured Jello
Chocolate Covered Cherries
Little Tiny Spaceships
Cucumber Mint Lemonade
Key Lime Pie


Caritas is open!
okteiviakom: ([x] reunion: cool)
[personal profile] okteiviakom
As Fandom was wont to do, it had grabbed Octavia and her partners at an unfortunate time. Nothing catastrophic, but awkward enough for Octavia in particular that she'd spent much of Saturday flinging messages and emails and calls around, because while long-standing experience said the island would return her where it'd found her come Monday morning, she really did need to be in Copenhagen and in her own time tomorrow. And if Fandom was going to fuck up those plans, she needed her people to be prepared with a plan B.

But most of that was settled, by now.

(Most.)

So Octavia had actually made it into town today, to grab a muffin and a coffee from the Perk, and then a seat by the window to people-watch.

... And look at her phone, too, sure. Although at least one of those times she did was so that she could send the guys a picture of the place. A little nostalgia hit, if you will.

[ooc: Open! With continued SP from me because whyyyy did I make Rl plans and get all tired this weekend why.]
suitably_heroic: (lsp: squinty)
[personal profile] suitably_heroic
Jack woke up on a park bench.

That was disorienting, because it had been a long time since the last time he'd slept on a park bench. At least a couple decades. It had probably been this very park bench, though, he registered slowly as he sat up and felt his back do a thing it shouldn't be doing.

He rubbed his face. Squinted. Rubbed his face again. Squinted some more. "Definitely flamingos," he muttered.

Yep. Yep, this was Fandom all right.

"This is the last time I touch any flyer I get from the school without gloves on," he said, and finally stood up, stretching.

Ugh.

[[ open ]]
totalwildcard: (pos: 009)
[personal profile] totalwildcard
Did Harley have a specific reason to be at Midnight? Laundry? Sneaking stuff out of or into the office? Other laundry? Nope! But that wasn't going to stop her, and in fact hadn't stopped her from wandering in off the street on one of her usual whims, in search of something to hold her interest for longer than a minute.

And ultimately that call was answered by a classic: the television. You see, Harley's own apartment was great and only getting greater as she kept picking and choosing stuff from the store to take up there, but one thing it was still missing was a TV. And that wasn't a problem here!

So the afternoon saw Harley flopping onto a couch and channel surfing until she found some random channel playing some kind of an outrageous soap opera as a marathon. Perfection.

(Although some snacks would've been nice. Maybe she should raid the kitchen later...)

(it's stray cat day at Midnight, open! mod your own soap!)
somethingwithturquoise: (explaining arms)
[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise
"Look, Tino! Aren't they amazing?"

Summer was generally very proud of her jello shots overall, but tonight was a rare occasion indeed and she needed to really show off her brilliance at work here! After all, her 'gross' shot for the evening was usually something cribbed from some awful recipe she'd found on the internet, but this one was truly an inspired homebrew that, in a way, brought together various aspects of the community.

"I had someone," Ignis, much like Dean, had made it clear that he did not want his name attached to being involved in this project at all, despite the fact that radio had called them both out, but she was going to respect what she could and leave the rest to be blamed on the squirrels and the squirrels alone, "make me a frog gelatin base! And look, he made little crispy fried frog pieces to garnish it with! You should try one! It tastes like chicken! But boozy!"

Because that was exactly what you wanted in a jello shot, right?

Whatever. She was proud of herself, and was really looking forward to seeing what everyone else thought, too.

Featured Cocktail
Frog's Breath

Featured Jello Shots

Witch's Brew
Black Magic
Unicorn
Frog's Legs


Caritas is open!

Caritas, Saturday

Saturday, May 4th, 2024 05:52 am
needsacatchphrase: made by malagraphic (ohhhh that's new)
[personal profile] needsacatchphrase
Well, it was just one of those busy days in Fandom, it would seem. Because Jane arrived to the bar to find it had been decorated by Tino in a way that was almost, kinda cute? There were stars and planets and a sun. It was the sort one might find in a science classroom in grade school.

And Tino, of course, was wearing an astronaut helmet for reasons Jane didn't ask to know. Because Tino. Even the specials looked decent for once! Suspiciously so, honestly.

Specials
Yub Nub
Fuzzy Tauntaun
Jedi Mind Trick
Dantooine Tonic
Dagobah Slug Slinger


After all... May the 4th be with you.

[up early for the timezones]
somethingwithturquoise: (mmm fruit)
[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise
After being a squirrel for more than a week, Summer had really been looking forward to just spending a day working on some jello shots and getting to come into work with said jello shots and preparing herself for Tino just being Tino, which wasn't too bad that day? He just kept looking at her with this smug, I-know-something-you-don't look that had her both curious and suspicious, but ultimately, she decided that anything that had Tino looking like that was something she was probably better off just not knowing, thank you.

And then his looks started to get increasingly exasperated that she clearly wasn't biting, and that meant that now Summer got to be the smug one, and she was mentally taking bets with herself on when he cracked and just told her eventually anyway.

Featured Cocktail
May Day

Featured Jello
Deamsicle
Daiquiri
Dragonfruit
Dotorimuk


Caritas is open!
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Summer's recent bout of squirreling had gone on for well over a week now, and so she'd become increasingly insistent about Stark not dragging her around everywhere, and this caution was proven wise when, not very long after he left to go to the clinic, she was, in fact, back to herself again, in the comfort of her own home, as it should be. And since a glance at her phone told her immediately that it was Monday, she figured she'd take care of a few things, have a nice long shower, and do the most boring and terribly normal thing for a human to do: go to fucking work.

Especially since she'd heard from the other squirrels that Prompto had turned into an animal, too, which meant it was just Apu and the usual animals in the store, and, sure, the store pretty much would run itself when left to its own devices, but she felt Apu would appreciate that Summer was able to help again.

Of course, she walked in, saw a hug display about zippers, noticed anything with zippers was 50% off today, let out a little sigh and a shake of her head, but it was mostly just relieved that she may have been changed to a small furry rodent, but some things never did.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Rugelach
Shrimp Scampi
Red


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While the eggheads were congregating to actually create this story's perfect ending, the story's protagonists gathered in the park. By the playground, in fact, because what better place to turn horror into farce than this?

The rules set by the island's authors were simple: the fight had to remain contained to the playground. Each protagonist would have to struggle, would have their moment of Divine Inspiration, and at last, would defeat their enemy with the power in their heart.

And, uh. Some of the writers at Town Hall might have dipped a little far into the trope-box. There were already a few Idiot Balls rolling around the field as Our Heroes arrived.

The horror slid in from the other side, as if in a chess match; approaching shadows, rolling, fronted by the figures the darkness had already conjured up from the creations made here. They were ready to fight. Were you?

[[ have at, fighty team! ]]

The Park, Thursday

Thursday, April 25th, 2024 06:58 pm
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"Poodoo!"

Had anyone on the island ever seen a Krayt dragon in the flesh? Space, Atton hoped not. Atton hoped nobody did.

Atton hoped he could take this one down - relatively small as it was, just the height of the first story of a house and an interesting shade of rainbow that he had never seen before in his life - before anyone had to see it.

"I hate this island!" he bellowed helplessly, barely twisting out of the way of an angry claw, his lightsabers whizzing through the air.

[[ open ]]
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Summer had been bitching in her head and in countless chitterings about how Stark was really pushing it by toting her around everywhere so much, emergency supplies on hand or not. But there was one place she was thinking she needed to go this week that would be perfect for changing back anywhere that wasn't the comfort and safety of her own damn apartment, and that was the gym.

Like, can you imagine it? She's just getting her little squirrel pump on when suddenly, she's back to normal, but without any clothes, and she's all, 'oh no, who could have expected this? what will I do?' and then Gladio sweeps in with his shirt already off and being handed over to her as he grins down at her and where did that breeze to push his hair and send sparkles all around that terribly unfair crooked grin of his? And then she's all thanks, I'll try to return it to you soon and he's all don't worry about it, you can keep it, I have a ton more, and, shut up, it was totally the perfect plan!

Well, except for the fact that Gladio, apparently, wasn't in today, because he'd rudely turned into a plant last night, ruining everything!

And Summer was going to just grump back home, but apparently, she found a really cute sweatband in a squirrel size and discovered they actually had squirrel-sized treadmills? And so Sonja hooked her up and Summer figured she wouldn't let being a squirrel get in the way of her workout streak, and you know, if she did turn back, Sonja had a shirt too...

Atlas is open!
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After the (legitimate) fun he'd had poking around this place last week, Cal had asked about getting a job here, and ended up with the keys.

He was starting to get the feeling this place was never going to stop surprising him.

So, with his newfound managerial power, Cal was... doing almost the exact same thing as last week, sorting the good junk from the junk-junk, while also trying to get the bow tie off of BD-1 that he'd been wearing since prom.

"It's been three days, buddy. You don't need to be formal anymore."

"It will come off when it's supposed to!" BD beeped in reply.

The junkyard was open!
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When Summer came into the bar that evening, Tino would not shut up about the kid he had with Tiny or the even more secret love child he'd had with Apu, and was threatening to show Summer pictures of them. She honestly wanted to call his bluff on the Apu kid, since Apu definitely didn't mention anything about a kid on Monday, but, then again, if it was a super secret love child...

...anyway, Summer decided that ignorance was definitely bliss, and decided to take a risk and inform Tino that she'd be happy to look at all his kid pictures from last week if she also got to show him hers.

She fluttered her eyelashes innocently at him as she held up her phone, almost like a brandished weapon ready to strike, and he looked back and seemed to be weighing a lot of things before muttering something and going back to cleaning glasses. And Summer, triumphant, went back to setting things up for herself as well.

Although so help her, she was actually kind of wondering now and kept wondering if she should, just to satiate that morbid curiosity after all....

Featured Cocktail
Froot Loops White Russian

Featured Jello
Gummy Bears
Double Stuffed Oreo
Cherry Coke
Uh-Oh Spaghetti-O's


Carits is open!
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Most of the time, the portal lag wasn't so bad. You got used to it, going back and forth as much as Atton did. Except usually he didn't bounce around the same places this often in the same, relatively short timeframe. And now his head hurt.

He'd almost considered going to the Devil's Nest, before remembering that at his age, alcohol wasn't going to fix the pounding in his head. So he took a different turn and wound up... here.

To the place where no vegetables were allowed.

He stood inside, squinting up at the menu for entirely too long. "Look, can I just have something with grease on it? I don't care what. Just slather grease on a bun and give that to me if that's on the menu."

It was a day.

[[ open ]]
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Cass and Bixby would be sticking with Summer today at the store while she took care of things; it seemed marginally safer to just have them poking at the shelves of T&C than it would be to have them poking around a bunch of medical equipment and people's personal medical histories. She was a little nervous that Apu might have gotten in octuplets back, but, since she hadn't received any panicked texts from him over the weekend, she figured they were in the clear. And, sure enough, coming in confirmed as much, as there were not eight little tiny Nahasapeemapedalons running around.

Just Apu being an absolute fucking weeb today, apparently.

She was, admittedly, a little disappointed to not see a little tiny panda cub running around the cheese section, because, um, adorable? But the kids seemed to find something to keep themselves occupied while she worked (Bixby mostly wanted to play with the turtle; Cass decided it was time to play A Million Questions about Cheese with the cheese panda), so Summer wasn't worried about not getting her crap done of the day, at least.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Glazed Spiral Ham
Rubber Eraser
Red


Turtle & Canary is open!
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Considering how Portalocity was, Atton usually preferred to stick to home until it felt like a good time to head back to the island for class. But, well, he still had some stuff to move home from the Hawk, and the end of the semester was coming up, next weekend was prom (with all the potential chaos that involved, and while he'd made sure he wouldn't have to worry about children, well, he still sometimes worried about children), and most importantly: he was an absolute coward and needed time to regroup after trying and failing to move himself to have Conversations last week.

So he'd just... jump in and out, maybe overnight it. Yeah.

Luckily, his Jedi Portalocity account was still active - maybe Mical hadn't dared to terminate it, so one quick portal later, and he found himself back at the Perk, sipping a chocolate macchiato and staring out the window. Well after noon, so that he'd at least find out quickly if there was something happening he needed to worry about.

"Really?" he muttered, as the preponderance of new tiny Force presences on the island finally registered. "Really, island?"

Right, if anyone stormed in calling him 'dad' he was out of here. Out. Of. Here.

[[ open! set late in the afternoon, so feel free to make Perk posts at an earlier hour if necessary ]]
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Summer's Wednesdays before she went into the bar were pretty quiet. Stark had radio, so she didn't even need to kick him out so she could work on her jello, and it was her chill day to clean her place and hang out with her cat and waste a bunch of time on her phone, and when she commented on things, she was always pretty brutally honest, so nothing out of the ordinary there. So by the time she got to the bar, she definitely had no way of knowing that there was anything to be concerned with.

That was until, at some point, she handed Tino a glass to clean and he just looked at her and stated some sort of nonsense about how he really enjoyed working with her, actually.

And she stared at him for a moment and was about to ask him what he was trying to get out of her by pulling some kind of weird flattery game like that, only what came out of her mouth was, "I actually really like working with you, too? Like, I know I complain and give you shit all the time, but I like that you're this weird, stubborn, incomprehnsible entity that at least makes things more interesting in here."

It was when she realized that Tino looked as striken by all this as she felt that it clinked.

"Oh, fuck," she said, "it's making us be truthful, isn't it?"

Really, island? Really? On her barnight, too, huh? You absolute son of a bitch.

Now to decide if she just saved herself the trouble of having to warn everyone who came in by making a sign....

Featured Cocktail
Garden City

Featured Jello

Watermelon Mojito
Inside Out Reese's
Hibiscus Champagne
Meringue:
Lemon or Tuna

**DRINK AT YOUR OWN RISK**
The Island is Doing a TRUTH THING.
You've been warned!


What? She knew what kind of volatile shit she might be forced to say, she wasn't taking any chances she didn't have to!

Caritas is open!
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At some point that morning, Summer's usual tasks were interrupted by Apu demanding her attention as a captive audience at the front counter so that he and the cheese panda could perform for her their very emotional and riveting and not at all ridiculous, really, interpretive dance that they'd choreographed to 'Total Eclipse of the Heart' in celebration of....well, the total eclipse going on later that day.

"You really couldn't have just stuck with, like, Dog Farting Awareness Day today or something, huh?" she asked.

But don't worry, everyone, if you missed the first performance, there were going to be several more throughout the day at the top of the hour, and Summer decided she was going to take extra time on her inventory this week.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Empanada
Churro
Red


Turtle & Canary is open!
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You know, Atton had spent a lot of time thinking about the whole concept of 'hiding that he wasn't from Earth' and how it related to his life in New York and how and if he might tell anyone and the various ways people could find out without his consent and-- all of that. And yet. Somehow. At no point. Had he considered that his incredibly weird bassist would just figure it out on his own.

('Well, first I thought you had to be an undercover vigilante, considering you keep showing up with bruises and cuts and won't explain why', Trent had said. 'Nevermind all the scars.'

'... Uh huh,' Atton had said.

'But then I realized sometimes you curse with words Google Translate doesn't know', Trent had continued.

'... Uh huh,' Atton had repeated.

'And then one day I heard you say 'space' instead of 'shit' and then it all made sense.'

Atton had not known where to start.)

The helicopter flight above the city had been nice, though. And then he'd come home and booked a portal back to Fandom because he definitely needed time to process... everything about that day, and now he was here, at the Perk, sipping a coffee, trying to make sense of his life.

Somehow, even the raccoon bursting in and doing a lap around his table before leaving through the back door seemed more explicable than whatever yesterday had been.

[[ open ]]
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Tino kept disappearing into the back office at random intervals throughout the night to make a point, and Summer was going to just roll her eyes, remind him that she did give him, like, a ton extra of the tips for the night last week, and almost made the mistake of asking what he was even doing back there this week, anyway, but, thankfully, was quick enough to stop herself before traveling down that particular rabbit hole, especially since she could just tell he was waiting for someone to ask.

Please note, Summer would be very tempted to switch all your drinks out with Malört and the disgusting jello shot if she did catch you asking him. She didn't care if you were just being nice. That kind of behavior should not be encourage.

Featured Cocktail
Strawberry Basil Mojito

Featured Jello

Mango Boba Punch
Banana Pudding
Gin & Tonic
Deviled Eggs:
Regular and White Chocolate!


Caritas is open!
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You know? It was unfair for the island to keep this pollen thing up into the weekend. Because yeah, Atton was still worried about bringing it home, and had, hence, spent the morning rerouting his portal through at least two other stops. Just in case.

But now all that was done, and there was nothing left but wait for the portal to arrive.

You know, all sprawled out on this bench in the park? Life didn't look too terrible right now. Whatever unscrewing of his brain (pun not intended) he'd managed on Wednesday, it had brought him some of that peace he'd thought he would've felt sooner. And while his body was still screaming for something else, something more, the rest of him just...

Yeah, sprawled a little.

He was eager to be home, he realized. Maybe starting to process a few things that had needed processing, shuffling closer to a complicated conclusion. But mostly he'd just like to go for another stupid hike, and write some more stupid music, and get some stupid take-out, and not worry about all the stupid stuff he stupidly worried about while he was here.

Yeah. Yeah, it was time to go home.

[[ open ]]
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It was an interesting week, and Sabine figured it had to be over soon, right? She did miss being able to think straight without the pollen fog getting in the way, which was also why she decided to take a walk and get some space. It was a small town, there was a decent chance she wouldn't run into anyone and this wasn't a terrible idea!

She walked a little, and lo and behold, there was the Waffle House back after a long absence. A beacon.

For some reason there was a parking lot in front of it. Why? Listen, everyone had bigger problems this week, it was fine. Especially since there were a couple folding tables set up with a bunch of moddable kinds of alcohol and mixers, because nothing said "sex pollen party" like a tailgate in a parking lot in front of a Waffle House. Also there was a padded area back a ways but still illuminated by the 'House? Surely that wouldn't come up later.

Sabine took a picture of the setup, planning on sending it to Lana in a "hey, remember when I used to stumble on these parties in the dorms?" sort of way, and who knew how it ended up getting sent to everyone in her contacts and then some. The Fandom phone system had a long and storied history of doing weird things.


{It's back! All are welcome! Feel free to have gotten the text, or you can just be drawn in by the shining light of the Waffle House, or also noise or whatever.

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You know, Atton had gone into yesterday extremely cranky and annoyed with the world, and he'd come out of it - pun not intended - having squared a few things with himself about sex pollen weeks past and present. And while the itch had definitely started to set in again, well, it was at least manageable for the moment.

Manageable by stuff like exercise.

The stupid thing was that he didn't really need to do this anymore, Atton reflected as he walked into the usual space for lightsaber training at Atlas. He'd told the Jedi where to stick it and he had no intention of going back, let alone running around abandoned caverns fighting stuff and doing flippy things, and... and yet, he was realizing, he was going to miss the running around doing flippy things and waving sticks around.

It felt good. It was also probably, maybe, a more rational explanation for why he didn't actually feel like he was 40 years old, physically. And you know what? He liked that part. If he could choose to do stupid things for stupid reasons, he could choose to do good things for good reasons. Yeah.

So... he set up. Without the lightsabers this time. Took off his jacket and his shoes. Rolled his shoulders.

And started his flippy-jumpy-punchy Jedi training routine.

[[ open! ]]
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Atton had not had a great night, or a nice Wednesday, but he had promised Summer conciliatory milkshakes and yes, yes, he knew it was like a horrifically stupid idea but she'd been mad at him and then nice at him and--

Well. It wasn't like he was famous for his rational decisionmaking.

At least he got to Chilly Boulder early, so he could shove more ice cream into his stupid hormonal face to help distract him from everyone else's stupid hormonal whatever.

[[ expecting one, but open before her! ]]
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So, this was Summer's first pollen week while single in three years, so she was thinking thigns could get a little interesting at her Caritas shift that evening.

Good interesting? Bad interesting?

(Even worse. not interesting at all??)

She had no idea, so she was trying not to think about it, or build up any expectations, to keep herself simultaneously prepared for everything and for nothing at all. Which left a pretty big, obnoxious knot in her stomach.

Although that could also just be from working in all-too-close proximity of Tino and the realization that, especially without the 'I have a boyfriend!' shield, that could theoretically happen tonight.

Yeah, okay, she was definitely going to just focus on making drinks and slinging jello and insisting this was an absolutely normal Wednesday night, until something started to look decidedly more advantageous for her.

Well, maybe with a little help from the specials tonight. What? She was nothing if not an opportunist.

Featured Cocktail
Kinky Blow Pop

Featured Jello
Red Headed Slut
Blowjob
Sex on the Beach
Slippery Nipple


Caritas is open!

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