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Kanan was back to normal, but Hera was not, although at least she had a better idea (maybe) of how long this would be lasting. Also, she now had properly fitting flight gear, which was much better, and on top of it, they'd given the Empire a very bad day yesterday, so Hera was in a pretty good mood.

Even if the bitey bits did seem a little skeptical of her. Fortunately, they were susceptible to bribes of metal and rubdowns. That didn't say much for the security of the scrapyard, but at least it meant Rusty stopped lunging at her.

Chopper, on the other hand, was grumbling. Probably about weird organics, but she was determinedly not listening.

Syndulla Scrap was open!

throughaphase

Kitty had expected Fandom's little event to flip sometime soon, but she had not expected that it would be today. So it just happened to be lucky that she and Tony had already planned this, in case people needed it.

And she was privately celebrating the hell out of the fact that this one missed her for once. This one never skipped her! Was it because she had a kid? ~~It actually was.~~ Did she have to keep having them to ensure she missed this one? She was good with the one she had but she'd considered it for maybe a whole three seconds!

Anyway, there was an all-ages game night party, set up in the back room, with posters stuck up around town earlier in the day to advertise and a sign on the door inviting people in. There were drinks and food and a Tino at the bar, and considering this week, the people of Fandom deserved some fun.

[Welcome to game night! D&D is totally happening in this post, open to all!]

futurespacemom

Yesterday had been jello rain and frantically running around with Kanan trying to protect the ships.

Today was trying to clean off all the bits that had made it through anyway. Chopper was grumbling, Rusty (looking clean for once) was sulking, and the Ghost smelled like fruit.

Maybe once she made sure it was still spaceworthy, she could just take it up and shoot some asteroids.

Syndulla Scrap was open!

futurespacemom

This weekend there would be strangers coming around.

Well, probably not strangers to the people they were visiting, but Hera didn't know them.

So she was going to spend today trying to make sure that the scrapyard wasn't particularly dangerous to anybody who might wander in, the unused docks were ready for use, and anything particularly incriminating was completely out of sight.

The bitey bits were "helping".

"No, leave that! Leave it. Rusty..."

Syndulla Scrap was open!

futurespacemom

It was a bit warm out today, but that was fine with Hera. The bitey bits didn't seem to mind it, either, though Rusty kept dancing about wanting attention. She finally found a straightish piece of metal she could throw for him, though it took him a while to bring it back each time. Some of the others joined in occasionally and there were tussles, but none of them seemed to get hurt, so she didn't step in.

In between throwing that stick, she'd be working on the books, trying to figure out why this place even had books.

Syndulla Scrap was open!

futurespacemom

It was a nice day out, and inventory had suffered over the summer, so Hera figured she might as well start over. Okay, this was essentially as useful as Wayne's "move things from here to here" philosophy of work, but she might find some interesting things she'd missed.

Someone had apparently been working on the rusted-out thing she'd found was a snowmobile, so she'd make sure everything there was secured before she let the bitey bits out for some exercise.

So today there'd be a twi'lek exploring the recent mounds of scrap, some bits of metal gnawing on things and chasing each other around, and more bits of metal snoozing in the sun. Which made them look like pretty much all the rest of the junk, so be careful where you stepped!

Syndulla Scrap was open!

betterthanaplan

"Okay," Duke said, looking over the menu over the counter. "That all looks . . . normal. You're not even using cutesy names for your sizes -- which, by the way, I appreciate. Kind of a lot of pumpkin on there, but I guess it's basically the season for it." He finally shook his head and looked at the barista. "So this is actually just a perfectly normal coffee shop."

The barista examined her nails, looking bored. (Also incredibly normal.) "So are you going to order something, or. . . ?"

"Yes," Duke said, knocking on the counter. "Let's do a large coffee with -- do you have Bailey's?"

"It's, like, ten AM."

"It is." Duke pointed at her and clicked his tongue, then resumed tapping on the counter. "Just black, then." He glanced at the bakery case. "And some of that apple pumpkin bread."

The barista handed him his order, money exchanged hands, and Duke went to go find a seat by the window.

Still 100% perfectly, totally normal. He could be in any coffee shop anywhere in the world, here, give or take a few standard cultural differences. He sipped his coffee and made a little satisfied noise. Make that any good coffee shop in the world, that was a nice brew. He leaned back in his seat, cradling his mug to his chest.

He didn't trust a damn bit of it. Something, at any moment, was about to try to break his brain again.

He would be ready.

[open!]

unusual_sith

The day was nice, so after her library shift, Lana headed to the Perk to get some coffee and sit at a table enjoying the sunlight and breeze. Weather like this was one thing Fandom had over Dromund Kaas or Korriban.

Also, this week there were fewer things trying to kill her, which was a nice change.

So she'd just sit here, reading on her phone, having a calm and caffeinated day.

[Open post!]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine had half expected to be somewhere weird again today, where she could be annoyed at the island and the setting and it could distract her from the gross feeling that she'd had since everything ended on Saturday, maybe even distract her enough from dealing with it at all.

That hadn't happened.

She definitely wasn't in the mood to deal with people, so she didn't want to be in the dorms, and the big stuff in her warehouse had been moved to the Ghost a while back while the island was moving, so she couldn't lock herself away there. That may have been what led her over to the scrapyard, and she was resolutely not thinking too hard about that. She hadn't even been sure Hera would be around, but if the ship was, she was.

"Hello?"

[For she whose name is on the place!]

futurespacemom

The whole place was dangerous this week, yes, but Hera was most concerned about the ships. Even if they couldn't get out of their new hangar without a portal, that didn't mean nothing else could get in. She'd spend a bit of time looking them over, and a lot longer with Chopper and the bitey bits making sure none of the local dangerous denizens even got close.

Force help them if they tried.

Syndulla Scrap was open!

futurespacemom

This had been a mostly relaxing week, but Hera was glad to get out to the scrapyard for a bit. Stance was adorable, but very high-energy and chatty.

Of course, the bitey bits were talking, too. Not nearly as much, though.

"Up!" One demanded, bouncing at her. She cautiously picked it up, and it immediately bounded out of her arms and scrambled up the nearest pile of metal, settling in at the top. Hera eyed it skeptically for a moment, but it seemed happy and unlikely to fall, so she left it.

Most of the others seemed content to chew on whatever was on the ground or chase each other in circles. Except for one that kept bumping into her boots and asking, "Copper? Please?"

Vette, you'd been spoiling it.

"I'll see what I can find."

Syndulla Scrap was open!

futurespacemom

Hera was back at the scrapyard today, sorting through more inexplicably primitive bits and bobs to see if any of it was actually useful. Some of the flying nasties had gotten bold enough to try landing, so the bitey bits were having a field day.

And one of them refused to let her groom the rust off, running away whenever she tried.

Well, if it wanted to stay rusty, she wasn't going to stop it.

Syndulla Scrap was open!

futurespacemom

After the water last week, Hera wasn't sure what to expect today. But the scrapyard seemed...remarkably normal. The bitey bits were a little rusty around the edges, maybe, but fortunately they didn't seem to mind being scrubbed free of it, even seeming to preen a bit as she worked on them.

She'd get to inventorying the slightly odd glass and chrome arrivals later. For now, Syndulla Scrap was open!

futurespacemom

The junkyard this week had been more of a jungle, and the bitey bits were...large.

Yeah, Hera was just going to leave them to it, throw them a few of the bigger bits of metal she could find, and stick to the Ghost.

But the scrapyard was open!

futurespacemom

Hera had no idea if 'new students' meant 'new people who might need spaceship parking' or even 'new people who might need a job', but just in case, she was opening the place up today. It was a nice enough day, and even the bitey bits were in a good mood as they scampered around.

Syndulla Scrap was open!

futurespacemom

It was stormy today, but Hera didn't really mind, beyond trying to stay dry. Chopper was firmly staying in the Ghost, though, and the bitey bits seemed to be full of energy and scampering all over their pen. She finally gave in, set up some barriers around the main space, and let them out. She could catch them again if she had to, but they'd been pretty good lately.

Syndulla Scrap was open - mind your ankles!

futurespacemom

Hera had missed opening the place yesterday, so she was here today, checking things out, saying hello to the weirdly mellow bitey bits, and making notes of the inventory Vette had done on Thursday.

It was a lot quieter than last week, though oddly, Hera found she didn't mind those kids as much as she had at first.

The scrapyard was open!

midichlorianfail

There was a squirrel in the park. This wasn't particularly unusual.

Except maybe for the part where the squirrel was blue, transparent, and glowing. That was a bit less usual.

And that part where the squirrel was yelling obscenities and throwing glowing rocks at people. That definitively wasn't normal, even by Fandom terms.

Ratatoskr didn't know which dim-witted fucko was responsible for this, but he was pissed off about it.

[Open.]

futurespacemom

Hera liked it here, she did.

She found herself reminding herself of that a few times today.

"No," she told the person on the other end of the phone again, "I can't tell you what that is without seeing it. You'll have to bring it in, or at least send me a holo. Well, if it blows up if you pick it up, you've got bigger problems than how to get it to the scrapyard, don't you? No, I can't tell you if it will or not, because I don't know what it is. Maybe ask the person you got it from? Okay, you do that."

Honestly, if the person did show up, maybe she'd let the bitey bits free.

Syndulla Scrap was open!

futurespacemom

Whatever had been up with those rats yesterday, today was fairly normal for the island. Or at least for the scrapyard. The piles of new things outside were not getting sorted due to the rain, Chopper was resolutely inside the Ghost due to the rain, and the bitey bits were jumping up and biting at the rain.

Hera was just going to sit inside and do the books while sipping a coffee.

She really needed to find another job back home.

Meanwhile, Syndulla Scrap was open!

futurespacemom

Hera was in a good mood today. No particular reason, really.

Chopper, on the other hand, was on a tear, zapping and shredding all the flowers he could find. There were a surprising lot of them for a scrapyard. Whether people had brought them in after yesterday, they'd sprouted up, or the island was being weird, Hera had no clue. So long as he wasn't hurting anything else, she'd leave him to it, though.

Syndulla Scrap was open!

futurespacemom

It was still a bit cold to be working outside today, so Hera was going to spend most of her time working on paperwork in the office. And comming her connections back home to find something good to do.

She set up a heater near the bitey bits in case they got cold, but they mostly seemed pretty content. And definitely well-fed.

Syndulla Scrap was open!

texted3times

It was cold, dark, and threatening to snow, which was Eric's favorite kind of weather, which was why he was in an excellent mood as he wandered down to the Devil's Nest to make sure Tiny was manning the bar to his satisfaction.

The new DJ (it was always a new DJ) looked panicked as Eric came in, stammering something about equipment malfunctions and how very sorry he was before fleeing into the night, leaving the bar listening to "If You Like Piña Coladas" --and only that song--at a volume that was just too loud to be ignorable.

"If you make piña coladas a special tonight, I will snap your neck," Eric told Tiny flatly before disappearing to his normal seat in the VIP area.

The Devil's Nest was open. And verrrrry tired of walks in the rain already.

futurespacemom

Hera eyed the zipline Vette had put in and shook her head. Well, as long as it wasn't in the way, she supposed.

The bitey bits had a chewed-up tire in their pen, and she took some time to fish it out, then let out the mostly tame bit and one of its friends so they could romp around.

"Don't get lost!" she called after them.

Chopper blatted rudely.

Syndulla scrap was open!

futurespacemom

Vette had done quite a bit of organizing yesterday, as well as, Hera was pleased to see, fixing some things.

So today, Hera was going through some of the newer things that hadn't been separated out yet, and making notes for her of anything useful that might help with those repairs.

At least those Chopper wasn't claiming for himself.

"There's no way that wheel will fit, Chop, and it's not very sturdy. Sorry, buddy."

It was a process.

The scrapyard was open!

throughaphase

Did it feel a little weird to be throwing a New Year's party on the first day of school? A little, and Kitty didn't envy people who might have to teach tomorrow. But regardless, a party was happening. Signs had gone up around town to advertise, the bar was decked out in gold decorations (semi-tastefully, Tino had done a lot of it) and there were party hats that everyone was expected to take, even if they didn't wear them.

They were festive, and looked good in pictures.

So come one, come all, because it's a small town and your hostess was unaware of anything else going on!

[Open all-ages party, yay SP!]

futurespacemom

Kanan was out having fun with the snowmen, so Hera was back at the ship, making sure hers and all the others were safe from them. Chopper was behind the aft gun, having far too much fun, Stance was sitting staring at the hatch like that would make Kanan get back faster, and Hera was making sure there was plenty of ~~starship fuel~~ coffee for when he got back or if anybody else came by.

Kanan had been inviting half the island apparently, which was fine with Hera, as long as they understood that once the bunks were gone, the common area and cargo room floor were it.

[Junkyard is open! ish.]

futurespacemom

Okay, the weird light things were getting out of hand. Enough so that a few hours into her day, Hera opened the pen and let out the nearly-tame bitey thing and a few of its not-quite-tame-but-at-least-they-weren't-biting-her friends. They tore around the place gnashing and gnawing on anything not-humanoid that moved, which meant that the light strands were being given a run for their money, and Chopper was shocking them whenever they got too close.

Which was win-win, really; he seemed to be having fun.

Syndulla Scrap was open; mind your fingers!

futurespacemom

Hera was pleasantly surprised to find that Vette had managed to identify quite a bit of the scrap she couldn't. Apparently things really had changed between their times. She made a note of it all, then sat down to try to figure out what to pay someone in local currency that was fair, then how to convert local to Kanan's fuel costs in their galaxy.

Hera could calculate hyperdrive jumps with the best of them, but this sort of math was driving her crazy.

Still, the scrapyard was open!

futurespacemom

Hera had missed opening the place yesterday, so she was here today instead. There was always plenty of paperwork to do, though she had no idea where most of it even came from. Or went, come to that.

There was also a new shipment that seemed to consist of nothing but wheels of various types, from big wooden one with spokes to little plastic ones that looked like they belonged on toys. Chopper was having a fun time sorting through them all, seeing if he could make use of any of them, and Hera was mostly just standing back and checking off an inventory list as he tossed them aside into piles by size.

Syndulla scrap was open!

chirpchirpchirp

Hera had left a message for Vette, probably yesterday while she'd been blowing off steam with her blasters in the shooting range at the gym. She'd killed the better part of a day in there; it was no wonder she'd missed the call. And now she had no ammunition for her guns, no idea where to go in order to get more, and she was still feeling lost and angry and, if she was being honest, a little violated that the island had gone and dragged Ce'na out for the entire world to see.

Even if possibly the only person to really understand why she'd been that way was Hera.

And that was why, after listening to the message that had been left for about the fifth time just so that she could hear the sound of Ryl being spoken without having to actually answer back to it, Vette was making her way to the scrapyard, hoping maybe she'd be able to find Hera there.

"Hey... anybody home?"

She didn't want to have this conversation. But maybe she needed to.

[OOC: For she what owns the place, but Vette can be caught on her way in!]

chirpchirpchirp

Ce'na had woken up and had been pleasantly surprised to note that there weren't any Hutts to be seen. There weren't any Rodians, either; she'd checked. She'd checked twice. There did seem to be a lot of humans around, which seemed strange enough to her that she actually warred with herself for a few minutes before deciding, probably against her better judgement, to go outside and see if maybe she could figure out what to do from here. If they were going to put her to work, they were sure being slow about it.

Outside, she had been met with two things she'd never figured she'd experience in her lifetime, the first being a wide-open space ahead of her and nobody yelling at her to come back or she'd be fed to the animals in the pens. Second, snow. She'd actually stuttered to a halt a few steps outside of the dorms at the first sight of her own breath, stared bewildered at it and then just exhaled a few times to be sure.

And then she'd broken into a run. Nobody had yelled after her, nobody had given chase, she was just... running, for the sake of running. And stopping for the sake of stopping. And then sitting in a wide-open space full of trees and water, more things she hadn't seen much of and hadn't figured she ever would again, staring at the weird little avians waddling around the pond.

At some point she would realize she was hungry. At some point she would come to the conclusion that her clothing was far too thin for weather like this. And at some point the idea of sitting out in the open would get into her head and terrify the wonder right out of her. But for the time being, she had a park and she had ducks, and she was utterly captivated by this turn of events.

[OOC: Open!]

newroutines

Well, it wasn't as if Caritas was going to close right after the dates! The night was still so young that it was practically prepubescent, and so there was plenty of time for people to stick around and talk some more with the dates they'd most liked - or to talk to some of the people they hadn't been matched with.

Caritas was (still) open, please buy lots to drink.

sharp_man

Anybody walking past Caritas would have spotted a sign out front:

Caritas presents:
THREE-MINUTE DATES

It was written in a calligraphy that was decidedly at odds with the fact that it was done in neon marker on a bar sign.

Inside, tables had been set up throughout the bar, with little candles just a shade nicer than they probably should have been on each one. The zombies were wearing pinstripes (except for the drummer, who was inexplicably wearing a bowtie) and playing their way through a collection of swing music. On the bar were an assortment of snacks, mostly nice cheeses and crudités, with slices of good, crusty baguette.

At eight o'clock sharp, Hannibal took to the stage in front of the band and nodded to the assorted guests. He was dressed in a lovely burgundy and red plaid three-piece suit with a pink shirt and blue paisley tie and pocket square. Somehow, it worked on him.

"Welcome to Caritas this evening, and thank you to the staff for hosting us. I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter, and tonight we are hosting three-minute dates. I hope that many of you will be participating. I am obliged on behalf of myself and this establishment to advise you that we are not liable for any inconvenience or damage you may incur. Hopefully those will both be kept to a minimum, however. Rude behavior is frowned upon." That was a mild but serious look he was giving you all preemptively.

"This is an opportunity for you to meet and make friends, and perhaps spark something more. It will work like this: I will announce pairs of people. You will go to the tables indicated and meet, and you will have three minutes to introduce yourselves and do whatever you like, within the bounds of legality and public decency. Then the band here," he gestured at the zombies, "will begin to play, and you will wrap things up before I announce the next pairings. You will each have five dates. Should you wish to spend more time together, the bar will remain open afterward, and we encourage you to remain and mingle."

He smiled and spread his hands. "Please, enjoy."

[Each date is five comments per person; if you need one or two to wrap things up, that's cool, too, but keep it short in the spirit of things. Regular bar post for post-3MD mingling should be up Saturday, but this is going up early for great timezone justice.]

~~Please wait for the~~ OCD is up! Have at!

seriesofbaddecisions

Town hall was decked out for homecoming, and there was certainly... a theme. Halloween Under the Sea was definitely a theme that they had come up with.

And it was a theme that was put together by several people not from this universe who didn't know much about Halloween, or what this planet had under its sea.

So there were definitely backdrops of waves lining the walls, and they were decorated with things like fish. Fish that were wearing costumes that had been Googled so that some might have firefighter helmets on, or cat ears. One was very definitely a superhero. Same for the octoroks. And sure, yeah, maybe you had one of these guys on a wall but he was wearing a witch's hat!

There was also plenty of orange and black glitter around, too. Don't worry, they hadn't classed the place up too much.

unusual_sith

It was homecoming time, and that meant the park was decked out festively in glitter and banners welcoming alumni back, and booths for all sorts of fun and evil, depending upon your inclination.

The weather was cooperating wonderfully, and everybody was invited!

imafuturist

The Onsen was decorated in tastefully gender neutral pastel greens and yellows with a sign directing guests of the shower to where they were meant to go. And, for a change, the island wasn't doing something strange to mess up a party!

...no one point out that just saying that was jinxing things. Just go on in and enjoy the party, hoping that no nefarious brotherhood of evil anythings showed up.

futurespacemom

Hera had gone to sleep before Kanan came back from guard duty for his friend, only to be woken up sometime in the wee hours long enough to be told they had company, it was good.

She'd woken up before either Kanan or their guest, who turned out to be...a clone trooper? Hera might've had a heart attack if she didn't trust Kanan, because seriously?

Instead, she shook her head, got ready as quietly as she could, left a note on the counter, and slipped out. If they hadn't gotten in until Kanan had woken her, they probably needed the sleep.

So, she was at the scrapyard, going over the Ghost's propulsion system. If she could get even point-three more power out of that one repulsor, off-planet lift would be sped up considerably. "Hey, Chop, take a look over here, would you?"

The scrapyard was open, the alert was set if anybody came in, and Hera was engaged with ~~one of~~ her true loves.

[Open post, no OCD!]

futurespacemom

Hera still had mixed feelings about class today, or at least their methods. It left her in a mood to do nothing but a lot of cleaning and tuning, just mindless tasks. So, she turned on the gate alert and set herself down in one of the Ghost's environmental conduits to do just that. A bit of dust and grease never hurt her, and it would keep her baby running smoothly.

Syndulla Scrap was open!

[No OCD!]

chirpchirpchirp

Booored. Bored bored bored.

Bored.

Vette was, possibly surprisingly, bored. Out of her skull. She'd gone to her class today, sat through the weird flat holo, been given some food for thought, considered wandering back to her room. Hadn't. And now she was bored. So she'd gone for a walk. Sure, the weather was... not good today. She had twin rivers of water running down her lekku by the time she'd ducked herself away into a nearby shop, and not five minutes later she was sitting down by the window with a hot drink in her hands, watching the rain come down. The weather was still better than Ryloth, she would even grudgingly admit that the town was leaps and bounds better than Nar Shaddaa, and she was slowly warming up to the rain all the same.

All that considered, she still sighed as she settled in to people-watch. The drink name was totally misleading. Pumpkin spice wasn't spicy at all.

[OOC: Open post, soggy Vette!]

somethingwithturquoise

Summer was thinking about getting some...um...stuff done on Sunday, so she didn't know how much time she'd have to spend at the shop like usual, so she made sure to swing by that Saturday to work on her orders and stock and all that suuuuuuper fun stuff now so she'd have a bit more wiggle room tomorrow. But when she came in to find Apu there with a knowing smirk, she was suspicious at first. And then she got excited, and even more so when he told her she should swing by the produce section.

Where she'd discover the small display brimming with the meilooruns that had arrived that morning.

"They came! They're here!" Hopefully, Apu didn't mind his bouncy teenage boss hugging him, because that's what was going to happen before she bounced over to check them out.

"There's not very many, though," she noted with a faint frown, and Apu just shrugged a little, and so Summer shrugged back.

"We'll just have to put some of these aside, then," she said, grabbing a basket, "just in case."

And now the real trick was going to be figuring out the best way to surprise Hera with them, if radio didn't spoil the surprise first.

Welcome to Turtle & Canary!
Now Hiring!

Ask Us About Special Orders!

Today's Squishy Flavors
Caf. Honestly Caf. Not Coffee**
Meiloorun
Red

Today's Jello
Kiwifruit Lime with Yogurt

**It's totally just coffee.

Turtle & Canary is open!

futurespacemom

The first part of Hera's time at the scrapyard today was spent disposing of the garbage their students had found in the park, and separating out the recyclables into various piles, with an occasional useful bit put into a pile in the yard.

At some point, one of the mini rum bottles rolled into the bitey things' enclosure, and they ended up playing some variety of huttball/keep-away with it. Hera didn't have the heart to take it away.

[OOC: Open post, no OCD!]

hernando_fuentes

Description of shop

Thursday saw a rather thoughtful Hernando puttering around the tea shop. He regarded Sparkle's photos on the wall. They would be coming down tomorrow anyway, could the walls live with blank spaces a spare day before the new art was hung on Saturday? He decided yes. The pictures were removed through the Supply Room door.

When he returned, the sign was rattling. He went to go see what the shop had in mind for the day.

SPECIALS
Cloud Tea - hot or cold - half price
Yalangi Rain Tea - hot or cold - half price
Umbrella Tea - hot or cold - half price

Hernando gave the sign a look and then glanced at the clouds in the sky outside. When he put the sign out, he kept it under the awning of the door.

... Awning?

Yes, now there was an awning. He patted the doorframe when he stepped inside.

Investigating the teas was a pleasant surprise. Cloud Tea was a fragrant green tea. Yalangi Rain Tea was a mellow black. Umbrella Tea seemed to be a mix of rooibos, fruit pieces, and spices. He made himself a cup.

[Open with no OCD!]

somethingwithturquoise

"Okay!" said Summer, once it was time for the class to begin and after giving it a few moments for any stragglers to get in. ...okay, no, she had been in the middle of making a vitriolic comment on a YouTube video about how redheads shouldn't wear pink and they clearly had no idea what they were talking about, but whatever, and the comment was posted so it was time to get to work. "So. Those of you who are already familiar and have access to email more than likely got an invitation to their Fandom address about a birthday party happening in the park pretty much as we speak, so we're going to have a short class today, as I think it's an excellent opportunity for us to all go out and explore the social part of this class title first hand.

( #HappyBDayZack! )

"So, any questions? Hit me up, we'll get it all straightened out, and then let's get out of here! There's a party to get to!"

futurespacemom

After class today, Hera headed to the scrapyard with the intention of spending time in the Ghost getting it hooked up to the local net. But it was a nice enough day, and the bitey bits of metal seemed to want attention, so instead she ended up dangling a wire over their pen so they could jump at it.

Because why not? They really were sort of cute, in a dangerous bitey way.

[OOC: Open post, no OCD!]

somethingwithturquoise

"Hey, everyone!" Summer beamed a little at the front of the class to see that there were still some people who returned to this class this week ~~hopefully~~. "Welcome back! I hope those of you who are new to your smartphones had some time to play around with them a little, and if any questions popped up, we'll take a few moments at the end of class to go over them. In the meantime, we'll just jump right into this week's topic so we can spend some time exploring that while we're all here, too.

( Retweet THIS, bitches! )

"So I know that was a lot of babble, but you know I'll be more than happy to go over anything again if you need me to, but what I'd like to do for this class, then, is just sort of play around with Twitter, maybe share each other's handles so you can practice tweeting at each other, try to find some interesting things to retweet, maybe find someone famous and see if you can get them to tweet back. And if you come across any horrible jello recipes and don't tweet them at me, you totally fail today's lesson."

And instead of telling them to get started, she quickly added the handles she did already know to her store Twitter and tweeted out, still displayed on the screen, "Let's get this party started!"

futurespacemom

After class, Hera headed back to the scrapyard to see what she could get done today. It was raining fairly hard, so the answer was, 'not much', and she retired to the Ghost.

"Hey, Chop. What have you been up to today?"

So the gate alerts were on in case of visitors, and she'd be sitting here playing dejarik with Chopper for a while.

But the junkyard was open!

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Summer wasn't nervous. Really, she wasn't. She was just pacing a spot on the floor in between the time she'd shown up at the community center early to set up for her class and when the class actually began because of, uh, um...exercise. Yeah. That was it. And as the clock ticked closer to when the class would actually start, she knew she had to stop pacing and figure out what to do with herself while she waited for people (or nobody, it could be nobody, or at the very least just her and BDG because he promised and he wouldn't break a promise to her, but if it was just him then they could spend the whole time just dicking around on the internet and that actually wouldn't be that bad, maybe that'd be better, so hopefully maybe only he'd show up? But then...)

It went on inside her head like that for a while, so in the end, she decided to just lean against desk at the front of the room and cling to her pumpkin spice latte and nod at people as they came in. And once it was time, it was time. No backing out now.

( It's Summer. You know this goes on forever. )

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Peter stood up front and gave a little wave. "Welcome back everyone from before, and welcome new people. We're going to keep watching modern Earth entertainment so we can hopefully figure out a bit more about modern culture. Or remember it. Or just have a fun time and eat some popcorn."

He waved at the table to one side, which had plenty of popcorn, chips, and soda.

"Tonight we're watching one of the biggest recent movies, called ~~meta for~~ Black Panther. I hope everybody enjoys it."

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It was cloudy and hot, which normally meant Hera would be working on the Ghost, but even she'd done all she could for now. Her last run back home was one she'd be better off laying low from, so that was out, too.

So, she was seeing if the bitey bits of metal could be trained. They seemed to have learned not to test Sabine's security, so maybe they could actually be made tame?

It was a work in progress.

The junkyard was open!

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