[identity profile] stupid-metroid.livejournal.com
With all the extra people coming in for the graduation, Samus decided to agree to coming into the general store to help Apu a little, though she doubted he would need her assistance as much as he made it out to be. She was pretty sure he was just a little overexcited because the cheese panda had thought it a good idea to try to make a cheese Squishy that morning, and Apu didn't know how to fix the machine after that.

Samus got Bob back to running shape fairly quickly, though, and gave the bear a stern talking to that probably went in one ear and straight out the other.

Today's Squishy flavors: Magna Cum Laude, Summa Cum Laude, Maxima Cum Red

Turtle & Canary is open!
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
Hank had been hard at work, and so the window of T&C was filled with a large sign reading

WELCOME, BENEFACTORS AND SCHOOL BOARD

FREE!!! SQUISHY TO EVERY PATRON
All school and office supplies 30% off!!!


He'd helped Apu tidy the store, and worked to hide as much of the strange merchandise and possible. As for the dairy aisle... well, he'd done what he could. Standing in front of the cheese was a large figure dressed in baggy sweatpants, a hoodie, gloves, and dark sunglasses, with every inch of exposed fur skin wrapped in bandages.

Turtle and Canary was open for business and ready for visitors!

Today's Squishy flavors: Red, White Grape, Blue Raspberry
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[personal profile] locointhecoco
It'd taken some work, but Pinkamena finally felt like she had the apartment ready for her first cupcake making session. Now she was out on a shopping trip, looking for the very best ingredients.

These were going to be her greatest cupcakes yet, she was sure of it. She just had to find just the right person to help her make them.

She paused mid-trot when she noticed a rat hanging out in the corner of an alley. "WHAT'RE YOU LOOKING AT?"

The rat let out a terrified squeak and ran off, and Pinkamena resumed her trot. "Lalalala. . . ."

[ooc: Open to anyone willing to risk the wrath/attention of Pinkamena Diane Pie, the excessively dark version of Pinkie from the fanfic "Cupcakes".]
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[personal profile] wwiii
Angel had woken up in a bed not his own this morning. And, not knowing what to make of that, he deduced that, really, the only possible answer had to be that there was some sort of dastardly plot afoot. Probably Doctor Doom. Or maybe Mystique.

Definitely not Abomination, though. Angel would have smelled that coming from a mile away, and he didn't even have Daredevil's senses on his side.

In any case, the only clear-as-the-skies solution that he could really see was going hands-on, hitting the streets and investigating all he could. Which mostly involved wandering around and poking random inanimate objects looking for clues. Or tiny silver stars.

"You must be so bored on the ground all day."

He was only mildly disappointed when nothing actually happened. Repeatedly.

[Open! Warren has turned into Angel from the wee kids' Marvel MMO, Super Hero Squad Online. This mostly means that he's adorable. And also very dim.]
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[personal profile] dollpocalypse
Today, ladies and gentlemen, marked a very important milestone. Today was the very first time Topher hadn't changed on a weird weekend.

And he might have celebrated that accomplishment if not for one thing: he had no idea it was a weird weekend. Nope. As far as he was concerned, today was just any other Saturday, which he intended to spend at the shop not even pretending to do his job.

Whether that would change at any point, well, that depended on who came to the store today.
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
Hank hadn't really seen much of his new battle-armored antihero boss lately. Maybe because Aaron was avoiding him, but more likely because Hank's mun hadn't posted T&C in ages.

Still, Hank was here, running the store like he handwavily did on Mondays, nice and tanned from his handwavy spring break. He had a glass of lemonade to sip and a comic book to read, and he kicked his feet up and let spring break last another day. The panda was doing whatever it did in the dairy aisle. Apu was doing actual work somewhere in the store. Life was good.

Today's Squishy flavors: Mango, Pineapple, Red
[identity profile] oncourtandstage.livejournal.com
This was it, ladies and gentlemen. The Boards, newly under the direction of Troy Bolton and Jonothon Starsmore was proud to present:

The Winter Holiday Showcase!
Come one, come all, to a celebration
of Fandom's diversity!

Enjoy musical and dramatic performance
many of the different worlds
represented on our fair island.


Tickets were still available at the box office; enjoy the show!

[Aaand wait for OCD! OCD is up!]
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
The funny people were gone.

Hank lay sprawled on the store's floor for a few moments, and looked around. "...Well, I guess I showed them...?" he ventured hesitantly. The panda came over to help him up and offer him some cheese.

Everything seemed to be as it should be, except for the mess of melted Squishy on the floor that almost looked like it spelled out "REMEMBER".

"Remember...?" Hank asked thoughtfully. "...Yeeeeeesss, remember. HEY, APU!!! Remember to mop this floor!!!"

Sooner or later, he'd remember to check what day it was today.

Today's Squishy flavors: Red, Grape Judas, Red / Grape Judas Swirl
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
Hank huddled in the janitor's closet with Turtle's and Jane's cages, where he'd been since yesterday. Outside the door, he could still hear the funny people going through the store aisle by aisle, examining things. They'd seemed to have forgotten about him for the moment, which was good.

"This ingredient list is incorrect."

"We do not understand how one determines whether a 'coloring' or 'flavoring' is artificial."

"We are instructed to 'keep out of reach of children'."

Yesterday, when they'd first entered the store, they had made the mistake of selecting the wrong brand of cheese to look at, so the panda had tried to hurt them. The panda wasn't there anymore. That was when Hank had grabbed the cages and run.

He was starting to get lightheaded and woozy from the lack of food and water and from all the disinfectant fumes. He was cramped from sitting for so long. And he really, really needed to pee.

All of a sudden the closet door disappeared, and one of the people loomed over him. "Your inventory is incomplete," the man informed him, holding out one of the store's suppliers' catalogs. "There is an absence of something called 'duct tape'. Explain."

Forgetting his fear for the moment, Hank lunged at the man, intending to shake some sense into him. "WHAT IS WITH ALL THE POP QUIZZES??!?!"

And then Hank was gone.


Today's Squishy flavors: OUT OF ORDER

(NFI, mostly, but you can totally come in and loot the empty store.)
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
People's family and friends were disappearing left and right. Everyone was so heartbroken and depressed. Life was starting to suck.

But, like the old saying goes, "When life gives you lemons, build a lemonade stand, hire illegal immigrants to staff it at a fraction of minimum wage, and sell what is essentially sugar water at two dollars per glass of pure profit." ...Well, maybe that wasn't quite how the saying went. But if it wasn't, it should be!

Which is why there was a sign up in the window of Turtle & Canary, despite the firm protests of Apu.

Missing your loved ones???
Save their memory! All photograph frames and scrapbooking supplies 20% off!

Additional daily special:
All chocolate ice cream 15% off with purchase of a box of tissues


Today's Squishy flavors: Red, Green, Whiskey
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[personal profile] furnaceface
Jono was... more than a touch subdued this evening as he opened the doors to let the performers in for rehearsal. And could anybody really blame him if he was counting heads as people came in, not because he was worried about attendance, but more because he was concerned about people's ability to attend?

The pitchers of water were set out again, because that was... some sort of thing, he supposed, what with all the singers and such. There was hot water as well today, with a few assorted teabags- green, ginger, peppermint. And honey, should anyone want to sweeten it some.

"Today," he said to the group at large, looking and sounding about as tired as he felt, "we're going to try to finalize what it is you each want to perform for the showcase. It's difficult to rehearse if you don't have material to rehearse. If you're still struggling for something to do, talk to one of us and we'll do what we can to help. We might not understand the finer points of holidays such as Lurlinemas or Winsol, but artistic and technical advice, we can do."

A beat.

"And if there's anything else you need that you'd rather not discuss in front of the group, feel free to take us aside or speak to us after rehearsal. I have a feeling we both understand."

[Open!]
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
Hank was in his Ratman costume today, in case the time-travelling robot assassin baby came for him. Not that the costume would actually help in any way, but he FELT cooler.

...And if the SquishyBot was looking a little down today, it might have been because she had been hoping the baby WOULD kill him.


Today's Squishy Flavors: Red, (out of order), Red
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
Hank was still partly convinced that the robot baby Professor Skythingy had given them was going to grow up to be Arnold Schwarzenegger and come back through time to assassinate him with its laser eyes. It said something about his home universe that the "Arnold Schwarzenegger" part of that was the only bit that was outside the realm of possibility. He was remarkably blase about it, though -- after all, all SORTS of things tried to kill him on a regular basis.

Still, he introduced the baby to Bob the Squishybot as "Baby Ahnuld the assassin-bot". Maybe they would be friends?

Later on, when Ahnuld started to cry, Hank realized that he'd forgotten to pack the baby formula. That wasn't a problem in a store, though!!! He carried the baby to the dairy aisle, muttering to himself. "So, Jack doesn't think I can take care of a baby, huh? Well, we'll just see about that!!! He's probably all hungry, now, and I know what babies eat -- they eat MILK!!!"

The panda glared at him, and Hank quickly backpedalled. "...They eat CHEESE!!!"

Which was why baby Ahnuld ended up sitting by the cash register and crying while Hank tried to get him to suck on a chunk of mozzarella.


Today's Squishy flavors: Baby Formula, Pureed Vegetables, Red
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
The store was only open-ish today, as the guy behind the counter kept falling asleep. Apu and the panda took turns wandering over to thwap Hank in the head and wake him up.

Today's Squishy flavors: Chamomile, Poppy, Red
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
This morning was not going well. Hank had started by politely asking the cheese panda to stop getting fur all over the shelves, but that immediately went south because the panda denied it had ever done any such thing, or even set foot in some of those aisles, and so there was nothing to do about it except yell and scream until his voice gave out.

It wasn't until he stopped to catch his breath that Apu was able to interrupt and explain about the Saint Bernard that came in on Sundays. Hank tried to apologize, but the panda refused to listen.

And to add insult to injury, Bob sprayed Squishy all over Hank when he was trying to clean out her drip tray. It was pretty obvious whose side SHE was on.

Today's Squishy flavors: Cheese, Wet Dog, Red.
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
It was the beginning of a new school year! There were new students! And that meant... NEW CUSTOMERS!

He set up his Hank Co. sign and business cards on the counter, eager to sell his services to anyone who might ask. He cleaned and polished Jane the canary's cage, Turtle the turtle's shell, and all over Bob the Squishybot.

And then, the pièce de résistance: a sign in the window.

BACK TO SCHOOL SALE SPECTACULAR
All school supplies 10% off!


Today's Squishy flavors: Mead, Five Star, Grape Judas
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
A few hours into the day, the panda came storming into the store, knocked some things off a shelf, punched Apu in the head, and went to sulk in the dairy aisle. Hank, of course, went to comfort the poor bear -- which was eventually able to communicate, via a complex set of hand signs, what had happened.

It seemed the panda had gone to the mainland, in order to spread the happiness and joy that could only come from buying the right brand of cheese, and the shopkeeper in the corner store had kicked it out for being "too colorful".

Hank didn't really have much of a response for that, except to stare. "But... you're a PANDA!"


Today's Squishy flavors: Black Currant, White Cherry, Red
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
Hank had been busy. In the middle of the floor today was a display housing a very large collection of Disney merchandise, at a slight markup over the prices you'd find across the causeway.

There were shirts, hats, mugs, keychains, postcards -- all of the usual touristy crap. And so many toys and stuffed animals and DVDs that they threatened to take over the store. And, for some reason, cheese.

The panda hung out in the dairy aisle, conspicuously far away from the Disney display, whistling "The Bear Necessities".


Today's Squishy Flavors: Mouse, Princess, Red
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
Outside the store, a red-eyed wren with wicked-looking teeth hurled itself against the glass repeatedly. Hank was pretty sure birds shouldn't look like that.

The bird had followed Hank to the store this morning, and only the cleverly-executed maneuver of holding a piece of cardboard over his head had saved Hank from being scratched or bitten. That piece of cardboard, his HankCo. sign, was looking a little the worse for wear, but it was still proudly occupying a position of honor on the store counter.

Apu was restocking shelves as if nothing was wrong, but Turtle wouldn't come out of his shell, and Jane was fluttering around her cage and cheeping frantically. The panda didn't seem to have come in today.

...Something was odd. Mysteriously odd! Hank was anxious to investigate!


Today's Squishy Flavors: Gray, Gray, Red Gray
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
It was Wednesday, and that meant it was Hank's day at T&C. Sure, he'd been dead in a coma for the past few months, but it seemed like everything had continued running smoothly while he was gone.

Apu glared at him and threw up his hands when he saw Hank, but he usually did that anyway. Bob the SquishyBot rolled her eyes and blasted Hank in the face with not-yet-frozen Squishy mix, but that wasn't all that out of the ordinary, either. Turtle the turtle and Jane the canary completely ignored his existence, but that was okay, because after feeding them, Hank ignored them right back. The only one glad to see him was the panda in the cheese aisle, who didn't even technically belong in the store. They had an understanding, though -- Hank made sure to buy the right brand of mozzarella, and the panda didn't beat the snot out of him. It made for a healthy relationship.

Hank also set up his little HankCo. display -- a sign and business cards -- on the counter. HankCo., you see, was his independently owned and operated business that provided services (notary public, private investigator, puppet repair, etc.) above and beyond the normal Turtle & Canary experience. Just like T&C stocked just about any item (except for duct tape) that anyone could want, HankCo. was proud to provide just about any service. So long as you didn't mind it being Hank that did it, of course.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Grape Judas, Blue Lazarus, Red

Turtle & Canary, Wednesday

Wednesday, May 4th, 2011 05:19 pm
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
Hank was having an absolute BLAST in Ancient Vikingland. There was singing, and big feasts, and... STUFF!!!

And it turned out that if you drank ENOUGH mead, it actually started sort of tasting like honey, like Hank thought it was supposed to. Also, the room started spinning.

Today the store was... open, more or less. Hank was sprawled across the counter, trying not to throw up, with a tankard of mead somewhere nearby and a horned helmet that was way to big for him sitting on his head.


Today's Squishy flavors: Mead, Fish, Red
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
It was EASTERTIME!!!!

Hank busied himself decorating the store with all kinds of streamers, and cardboard cutouts of bunnies and chicks, and candy, and fake grass, and pastel colors, and EVERYTHING. He even put bunny ears on the panda.

And then he went scurrying around the store, hiding little plastic eggs full of candy.


Today's Squishy flavors: Chocolate, Egg Custard, Grape Judas


(The OCD is off hunting for Easter eggs.)
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
Today, being Wednesday, saw the usual HankCo. sign and business cards sitting on the counter by the register.

Hank, however, wasn't there.

Instead, he was winding through the aisles, holding Turtle out in front of him. The cheese panda was following along behind with its front paws on Hank's hips. It wasn't much of a conga line, but it was a start.

"YA-da-da-da-DA-DA! YA-da-da-da-DA-DA!"

As for why there was a conga line... Did there really need to be a reason?

Apu just sighed and shook his head, and tried not to get run over while he was stocking shelves.


Today's Squishy Flavors: Congaberry Blast, Hulamelon Splash, Red

(OCD is off dancing through the aisles.)
[identity profile] spring-lost.livejournal.com
In front of the castle in the preserve stood three green warp tunnels yadda yadda.

These are the misadventures of the poor fools who picked the second one.

Arrival! )


Traversing dat castle! )


OMGITSBOWSER )
[[ preplayed with the absolutely gamazing [livejournal.com profile] mouthy_merc, [livejournal.com profile] heromaniac, [livejournal.com profile] i_am_the_rat, [livejournal.com profile] takesafterme and [livejournal.com profile] longislandiceme, and to be continued in liveplay in the comments! ]]
[identity profile] mouthy-merc.livejournal.com
Once the real Bowser was defeated and the princesses were saved, our intrepid heroes found themselves in the preserve where they had started this adventure. The castle they had just been in pulled up from the ground, taking the green pipes with it as it floated up into the sky.

Really, Bowser should be glad no one kicked his castle in like some had in the past...

Where did the castle and all of the creatures go? Back where they came from, of course, as Bowser (what, like he doesn't have half a million 1-Up shrooms in his pockets?) grumbled about seeing if he ever tries to have a tea party on this freaky level again. BAH! Away with the Mushroom Landers, never to return.

Unless things got restless in Room 613 and 1/16th again.

[[For the rescuers and kids!]]
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
In the dim light of the early morning, Agent Canary went for a jog. That's what army guys did in the morning, after all. Keeps you on your toes -- literally! There was another reason, too: it was neato being back on the old island again, but he hadn't really been all that observant the last time he was here. He needed to know the layout of the place, where everything was, that sort of thing. So he could commit it to memory, in case anything bad happened or whatever.

He skirted the edges of the preserve and the rocky bits -- those would be their own expeditions, later -- and went up and down the various streets of Fandom.

His communicator crackled to life in his ear. "Hey, Hank Grenade!" Shore Leave greeted him. "Party at your dad's house -- wanna come?" That was super-secret agent code for a disturbance at the Venture Compound. Some supervillain was attacking.

"Who's invited?" Canary growled into his mic. Secret Agent Canary growled. It was a "cool" thing.

"Oh, just some C-rate losers," Shore Leave told him. In the background, there was the sound of gunfire, and evil henchmen running and screaming. "Nothing worth breaking a sweat over. But you wanted to be kept informed."

"Thanks," Canary growled. "You handle it. I'm on... vacation."


[Open for anyone else in the streets early.]
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[personal profile] endsthegame
The first arrivals to the warehouse would have found nothing - until the lights went on, dropping many shades of glitter down onto the floor. The glitter would stick around all night, almost-but-not-quite clashing with the colorful decor, though it did not seem to incite any boykissy.

Even if one of the janitors definitely took a shot at using it as an excuse.

There was a karaoke booth set up in the corner, and the rest of the party environment looked chaotic and incredibly merry. Reds, blues, and yellows had been thrown together like a crazy man had attacked the place with some paint.

Welcome to your April Fools' Dance, children, adults, and alumni.

[[ wait for the ocd up, have at! Arrival | Food and Drink | Shadowy Corners | Karaoke | Dance Floor | Bathrooms | OOC ]]

Turtle and Canary

Wednesday, March 30th, 2011 08:36 pm
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
Today, Hank was practicing his guitar in the store. He still wasn't very good at it, and although he was getting better, the store was still filled with an awful, ear-splitting racket. He'd even managed to scare the panda away temporarily.

The OCD had fled, too.

Today's Squishy flavors: Black Sabbath, Metallica, Grape Judas Priest
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
Hank was behind the counter at Turtle & Canary today, and he had his little HankCo. sign and business cards out listing all of HankCo.'s many services (notary public, private investigator, puppet repair, etc.) that went over and above the usual T&C experience.

Just like he was last week, and the week before. Shush. Nobody forgot. I don't know what you're talking about.

In the cheese aisle, the panda was running a blind taste test of different brands of mozzarella. Hank had taken Turtle the turtle and Jane the canary over earlier so they could all have a go at it, but all three of them failed the test and got drop-kicked across the store.

Apu, being smarter than Hank, wasn't going anywhere near that aisle today.


Today's Squishy flavors: Brie, Camembert, Red
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
Last week, Hank had bribed the panda with cheese-related promises. Today, it was time to pay the piper. Or the panda, considering.

So there was a sign in the window saying
SALE!!!
All cheese 50% off!


The catch was, of course, that the store only carried Panda brand cheese today. If you were hoping for another brand? Too bad. Any cheese that the panda didn't approve of was stuffed in a big storage fridge in the back, hidden under a tarp.

Today's Squishy flavors: Panda Mozzarella, Panda Cheddar, Grape Judas
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
The panda was not pleased.

Its entire purpose in hanging out in the store -- its entire raison d'être, in fact -- was to stand in the dairy aisle and violently assault anyone who bought the wrong brand of cheese. That was it. That was all it wanted to do.

It did not, for example, want to stand behind the counter with a flatscreen TV hanging from its neck making it look like some sort of bizarre Teletubby. It also did not want to be (at least, starting around noon because of the time difference) following orders from the sunbathing idiot on the TV. And yet it was.

There had been cheese-related promises made.

"Apu! APU!" Hank yelled from the screen. "Hey, panda, wave at Apu! He missed a spot over there when he mopped the floor!"


Today's Squishy flavors: Mai Tai, Zombie, Grape Judas
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
Somehow, the little cupids had managed to hit Hank with a few arrows while Apu was in the back room and the panda had ducked down to inspect the bottom shelf of the cheese aisle. And no one else was in the store.

That didn't leave his love-addled little brain with much to fixate on, unfortunately.

"Dude, I think I'm in love," Hank sighed to himself. "...with this FLAVOR!!!" He had his mouth on one of Bob's chilly nozzles and was skillfully working the lever.

And Bob, on her part, had one MORE reason to hate Hank. And an empty chamber that needed refilling.



Today's Squishy flavors: Red, Chocolate, DO NOT USE THIS FLAVOR WHILE LIGHT IS ON
[identity profile] bluth-illusions.livejournal.com
A sign was posted at the front door:
G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
The Tenth Anniversary Edition of
Three Minute Dates at Caritas

hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.


Just before 6:00, the lights went dark and a sole zombie walked out onto the stage and sat down at a piano. The zombie then started playing The Final Countdown, followed by the other zombies, all with violins to join in. And then GOB walked out onto the stage, holding and petting a lovebird. He then released the bird, which flew up toward the ceiling before somehow getting stuck in an air duct.

As GOB went into his spiel about how 3MD was a Fandom institution that he started and how he had brought so much love to Fandom with it and that the tenth annual (he still hadn't figured that part out) edition demanded the respect that a piano and not doing magic ("Unless any of the legal ladies out there want to see me make another lovebird appear," and yes, he was talking about his penis).

Meanwhile, the lovebird was still stuck in the air duct. As air rushed past the bird and into the lounge, some strange pheromones released by the bird were thrown back at the stage, where it reacted with the already strange combination of zombie smell and cologne used to hide the zombie smell on such a classy occasion, somehow generating a powerful love potion that would be making its way into the lounge, affecting people at random for three minutes at a time. Bizarrely, that was exactly how long each of the dates tonight would be.

Sometimes Fandom worked in mysterious ways. Mysteriously sexy ways.

"I call your names, you meet up with each other, talk for three minutes, and then you'll hear the sound of a zombie smashing his hands against a bunch of piano keys. Go ahead and do it," GOB said. The zombie started smashing the keys randomly. One of the other zombies joined in because a band was all about teamwork. "And that's how we start!"

[The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular post-dates Caritas post]

[OOC: Lots of OCD coming IS UP. RANDOMLY ASSIGNED LOVE POTION IS MARKED IN THREAD TITLES WITH ONE OF THESE "*" AFTER THE AFFECTED PERSON'S NAME! For example: "Nick* / 3MD Participants" means that I will spend the next three minutes loving everyone who signed up. But not in a dirty way because that would be exhausting and I have a sister among the participants and eww.

Remember that you can also choose to be affected by love potion in any round(s) at your discretion. Also, the love potion can only affect people in the lounge during the dates. People at the bar and on the stage will not be affected. People who are affected will just be incredibly drawn to their date, flirt harder, maybe go for some physical contact more quickly, but they shouldn't necessarily go straight for making out. Unless you choose to have them go for it. The upper limit is player's choice.

As I'm going along, if I made an obvious mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. And remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish a thread or two on Sunday, that's fine.

GO FORTH AND PLAY!]
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
Today, on the counter next to the HankCo. sign and business cards were bootleg DVDs of The Rusty Venture Show. Hank couldn't be sued for copyright infringement when his pop owned the intellectual property, right? It only stood to reason.

The DVDs were, of course, on sale 50% off, despite today being their first appearance.


Today's Squishy flavors: Tutti "Danger" Frutti, ADVENTURE!, Grape Judas
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
As there was beginning to be every Wednesday, there was a HankCo. sign and a small stack of business cards sitting on the counter, listing all of the HankCo. things (notary public, private investigator, puppet repair, etc.) that weren't normal Turtle & Canary business.

At least, it started on the counter. It very quickly ended up on the floor along with some of the other things from the counter when Hank started ranting and raving at Apu and the panda. The diatribe lasted several minutes, after which Hank ran out of breath. As he started to calm down, and the red faded from his face, Apu and the panda slowly turned to go back to their business.

"And THAT," he called after them, "is why unions are super-duper-icky scourges that suck the very LIFE out of our beloved free market system!!!" After all, workers' rights cut into the bottom line.

Today's Squishy flavors: Teamster, Wobbly, Red
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
Hank was taking today to lecture Bob-chan about Squishies.

"Red is not a flavor! Red? Is a color. COL-OR. There are many flavors that can be red. Cherry, or watermelon, or strawberry, or fruit punch, or cinnamon, or... DON'T NOD OFF WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!"

Not that the robotic Squishy machine even could nod off, or that she was at all responsible for the flavor Red. Hank was in manager mode, and as far as he was concerned, a good manager was cruel to his subordinates. It was an efficiency thing. Give them an inch and they'd take a mile, and then there would be talk of whining to OSHA or forming a union or something else equally bad for profits.

"Do you understand? Do you 'get it' now? Keep this up, and I'm going to have to cut your lunch break!" Which Bob didn't take, and Hank wouldn't have the authority to cut anyway.

With that taken care of, he settled in at the counter and smiled cheerfully.


Today's Squishy Flavors: Raspberry, Pomegranate, Red Apple
[identity profile] i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com
So, there was a HankCo. sign at T&C again today, but this time it was very small and sitting on the counter, listing all of the things (notary public, private investigator, puppet repair, etc.) that HankCo. could offer but weren't a part of the usual Turtle & Canary experience. In front of the sign was a small stack of business cards. Because Hank was an entrepreneur!

Hank had also discovered the small menagerie in the store and was trying to get Turtle to make friends with the panda. "Say hello! Can you say hello? Wave to the pretty panda! Wave! ...OW!!! Stupid turtle!!!"

Remember, kids: Just because a reptile isn't specifically a snapping turtle doesn't mean it doesn't still bite.


Today's Squishy flavors: Red, Grape Judas, Turtle

Fandom High RPG



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Around the Island
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Off-Island Travel
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Once Upon a Time...
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Fandom High is a not-for-profit text-based game/group writing exercise, featuring fictional characters and settings from a variety of creators, used without permission but for entertainment purposes only.

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