There was a knock on the door. That, in itself, was unusual: the door was unlocked, the idea was that anyone could walk right in.

So Jesse denied her every instinct to just leave it be, and got up to open it. It flew open to reveal-- a band of gremlins in a variety of clashing outfits.

She blinked.

The mohawked gremlin at the front opened his mouth. What came out was a true onslaught of sound. "OUTSIDE THE CAROLERS START TO SING, I CAN'T DESCRIBE THE JOY THEY BRING 'CAUSE JOY IS SOMETHING THEY DON'T BRING ME--auuggh."

The gremlin beside him yoinked her elbow out of her friend's ribs and brushed her long bangs out of her face. At a more sedate volume, she sang, "So I stand with a dead smile on my face, wondering how much of my time they'll waste-- Oh God, I hate these Satan's helpers-- And then I guess I must've snapped, because I grabbed a baseball bat, and made them all run for shelteeeEEEEr!"

And just like that, the whole off-key gremlin horde threw their back into the song. "IT'S CHRISTMAS TIME! AGAIN! IT'S TIME TO BE NICE TO THE PEOPLE YOU CAN'T STAND! ALL YEAR! I'M GROWING TI--"

Jesse closed the door. It seemed like the decent thing to do.

As she walked back to her seat, she could still faintly hear a jolly chorus in the background--

"Please post my bail! Please post my bail!"

"Check with the sheriff's office on that one, will you?" Jesse told her assistant, and sighed.

[[ open! ]]

weirderthanthou

Was Sunday a workday? Not technically. Was the current mayor a workaholic who had only recently started adopting slightly more reasonable work times on account of the former Winter Soldier in her building? Also yes.

So it shouldn't really be a surprise that Jesse was in her office this Sunday, going through an overwhelming stack of forms for the school's upcoming vacation trip.

"I should really get a ticket for all the work I put into this," she muttered, then realized her assistant was enjoying her weekend in a more traditional way. "... But I wouldn't know what to do with it anyway."

Sigh.

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou

You know, Jesse hadn't appreciated how comparatively quiet some months could be. Whenever the island acted up, paperwork wound up on her desk. And right now, sitting in her office chair, she was staring at a lot of paperwork.

"Why do we even need this?" she asked, holding up the 'registration of temporary soul-animal form'. "For every single one of them? Does anyone expect me to send these out to people? They're already gone."

Nina shrugged, from where she was organizing stacks of paperwork in the corner. "Mayor Sum--"

"--mers thought it was a good idea," Jesse finished. "Why is that always the answer?"

"It isn't," Nina pointed out. "Sometimes the answer is 'mayor Swanson had us throw out the form that goes in between the first form and the last form and now none of it makes sense anymore'."

Why was Jesse always stuck cleaning up the messes of her predecessors, no matter the universe? Sigh.

[[ open! ]]

shapethecentury

Guess who'd picked a great time to return to the island:

Yes, that was right, Bucky Barnes, fresh out a portal from Wakanda. Fresh in a manner of speaking, anyway - this latest round of brain work had been kind of a lot. Shuri seemed to think he was nearing a breakthrough, though, and even though Bucky himself was feeling compelled to wonder if she didn't actually mean a breakdown...

Well. Wasn't nothing, was it?

He fired off a quick text to Jesse to tell her he was both alive and back on the island, and then he let Ingrid briefly talk his ear off about how they should've been planning for all the seasonal screenings for every holiday coming up (it was never too early to think about Halloween, apparently), and something about the auditorium appearing to be stuck on only accepting movies from a particular year.

Aside from that, Bucky was unaware of any shenanigans. That was not going to last.

NOW SHOWING
Battle of the Realms

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 ]]

shapethecentury

In a couple of days, Bucky was going to take off for Wakanda again. They kept making what felt like progress, just... Agonizingly slow progress. But, with it being the week that it was, at least Steve had already announced he'd be visiting come Friday. So Bucky had that to look forward to.

In the meantime, the theater was playing another movie he hadn't actually seen yet.

NOW SHOWING
What Can A Girl Do

It was going to be an education in both rock'n'roll as well as Jayne Mansfield.

shapethecentury

This week? This week the concessions stand was entirely filled with different varieties of M&M's.

"'Caramel Cold Brew'?" Bucky asked no one in particular, picking up a bag. "Didn't have that during the war."

Yes, and this neither:

NOW SHOWING
Certain People Prefer It Warm

weirderthanthou

"Fosse," Jesse said, her arms crossed, her formal Mayor voice firmly locked in. "As the Mayor of Fandom Town, I would like to thank you, and your crew, for all your efforts." A pause. "As Jesse Faden, though, I'd like to ask: was the sheet really necessary?"

She looked past Fosse, to the massive blankets covering two rows of... something. They'd taken down a few of the warehouses - not all, because the island seemed to require an Abandoned Warehouse District somehow - and they'd been working for a while on... well. On something.

Fosse did jazz hands. Did she know Fosse could do jazz hands?

Then the blankets fell away, revealing... two rows of adorably European homes.

"Huh," Jesse said. "The flowers are a nice touch."

And at least the island was probably not going to violently remove something in keeping with its aesthetic?

Enjoy your new housing, Fandom.

[[ open if you want to come stare at the new development! homes also open to be moved into, just toss us an email ]]

weirderthanthou

"I'm not sure if we actually have the space to house a concert that big," Jesse said delicately, letting the phone rest against her shoulder as she gestured helplessly at her assistant. "Yes, I know he's a very important chimpanzee. Yes. I know. Yes. I know. But Baltimore has larger..."

She waved helplessly. Her assistant shoved a notepad in her direction. She grabbed a pen.

"... Okay, so how do you feel about IKEA?"

Just another day in the office.

[[ i went to see the Robbie Williams musical biopic where he's a CGI monkey yesterday and somehow it's the best thing i've seen in a year? HOW. anyway, open ]]

weirderthanthou

You ever wake up feeling like everything around you was coming apart, and yet you were fine? Jesse wouldn't be able to tell you why, exactly, but that feeling had settled in the pit of her stomach, drenching her in unease.

Town Hall just made it worse, so by the time the morning was almost done with, she decided to head out. Here, to the Perk, with her foot tapping impatiently against the floor as she waited for her coffee to show up.

"Seriously," she muttered.

[[ open ]]

shapethecentury

Bucky hadn't been on the school trip, obviously, but he was still one of the recently returned. From Wakanda, in his case. Another round of meditation, deprogramming, Ayo being grumpy with him, and Shuri tsking over the metal in his shoulder.

Once again, coming to Fandom felt like a break.

There was still novelty in that.

Anyway, it meant that on Tuesday, he finally made it back to the movie theater again. He was overseeing the concessions stand, which mostly just meant nudging things around occasionally while eating popcorn. He'd taken a tub out to the kid manning the box office, too.

NOW SHOWING
Frankenstein
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Also, yeah, the whole theater was decked out in all the usual decorations. Lots of pumpkins and bat shapes. Ingrid had gone all out.

weirderthanthou

You know, these big summer moves always seemed so great, until you knew how much paperwork was involved. The permits. Fines, from places that didn't know how to respond to a random island appearing out of nowhere.

Poor Jesse was now halfway through the island's Largest Mug Of Coffee. It was her third.

She bent over the papers and groaned. "My fingers hurt."

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou

It had taken Jesse some time to get her mind firmly back into the daily grind. If that's even what you could call it. She'd spent so much time these past two years trying to figure out where James was; now that was no longer part of her daily routine. It felt weird.

Weirder, still, was trying to track down a new entrance into the Oldest House. She hadn't spent enough time examining it at the time, but there had been something about that strangeness last semester that felt-- familiar.

Determined to dive into it, she picked up some old files from the Fandom archives in the morning and made it out to the Perk. There she sat, with her simple cup of coffee, piling through papers that got strewn with increasingly more chaos over her table.

[[ open ]]

somethingwithturquoise

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

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

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

Cocktail Special
Pink Gin Martini

Jello Specials
Black Sesame Pudding
White Russian
Blue Hawaiian
Red Velvet

Caritas is open!

weirderthanthou

After all the chaos of the past week, it felt like Jesse had been away from the island for ~~two years~~ ages. She was still finding it hard to settle back in - and helping James settle back in hadn't helped much with that.

But maybe a visit to the Perk would?

She exchanged three words with the barista, and shuffled over to the end of the counter to get her order. It arrived at least a full size bigger than expected. She blinked. "Uh, thanks?"

"That's for not being as much of a disaster as like seventy-five percent of the people who come through here," the barista sighed, and then shooed her away. She sat down in front of the big window with her drink, and contemplated that interaction.

"Huh."

[[ open! it is still too warm and now i have that one Control hiphop song stuck in my head ]]

weirderthanthou

You know? Jesse was relieved with the amount of paperwork involved with bringing James back. She'd succesfully managed to stop anyone from putting in any forms that wrote him out of anything, so now she barely had to file any forms writing him back in to a lot of things.

Which meant she could turn her attention to something else: getting back in touch with the FBC.

That was... trickier.

"I'm gonna have to go back into the basement, aren't I," she muttered, squinting at a piece of paper covered in coffee stains and 60s typewriter-written text.

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou

"This," Jesse sighed, looking up at Margo with serious eyes, "Is going to mean so much paperwork."

The Magician rolled her eye, and placed her hand flat down on the desk. "Yeah, yeah, we can deal with the bureaucracy later," she said. "Well. You can. I plan to spend the rest of next week at Theodoric's."

Jesse ran her fingers along her hairline, and... reached for the microphone that connected the island-wide PA-system with the radio. She leaned in.

"Hi, Fandom? This is Jesse Faden speaking. Uh. The mayor. I know we're dealing with an invasion situation right now, and in order to fix it, we need some creative problem-solvers with good, uh, creative skills to come over to Town Hall right now, okay?"

Beat.

"Apparently we have to write our way out of this one. Or macramé. Any talent will do, honestly."

[[ ~~wait for some~~ ocd up! ]]

pocketpretzels

On his way to the Station this morning, Watts had very nearly been bowled over by what he could only describe as a herd of raccoons thundering past him.

When he got to the Station, it was to find two raccoons locked in the cells, hissing angrily at each other through the bars.

"Oh, yeah," Ralph said with a knowing nod. "The Mayoral Race can get a little- cutthroat in the final lap."

"Mayoral race? We already have a mayor," Watts felt compelled to point out.

"A humanoid mayor, sure," Ralph agreed. "This was for raccoon mayor. It's different."

"I can see that, considering it apparently involves a literal race," Watts said, before heading to his office.

Did Miss Faden know the raccoons apparently had their own mayor? Did it matter, if the raccoon mayor didn't actually wield any authority over anyone but the raccoons themselves?

somethingwithturquoise

The Christmas decorations from last week had been pulled back and muted significantly, although there were still a lot of lights and holly hung up, and the zombie band seemed to be split on still wearing Santa hats, while the others had clearly opted for the stereotypical pilgrim's hat. The decor on the tables in the longue seemed equally split, some of them featuring Christmas and Thanksgiving and Hanukkah trappings as if in an effort to just make everyone happy.

Summer decided that this time, she just wasn't going to comment, she was just here to serve people drinks and jello, man, and would be pulling her own themes via those, thaaaanks.

At some point in the evening, though, Tino would be debuting his new fashionable Santilgrim hat, a horrible amalgamation of both styles, which Summer would staunchly refuse to wear.

Featured Cocktail
Caramel Apple Sangria

Featured Jello
Apple Pie a la Mode
Strawberry Apple*
Bacon Bourbon Apple
Cinnamon Candied Apple

Caritas is open!

weirderthanthou

The song hadn't left Jesse's head in months. It popped up at the most unexpected times, disrupting her sleep, and other things besides. Had people worried, that she hadn't been outside much? Or maybe they hadn't noticed.

Because you're usually such a social butterfly.

She had woken up one morning sure she knew where it was coming from. And so, last week, she'd gone down into the basement to face it. Only to find... nothing. Just a regular basement, and a shadow in the corner of her eye. When she'd come back up, it had been... today. A week later.

"Just get me James' file again," she told her assistant, tired, as she sank back down behind her desk. "Maybe focusing on a slightly less impossible mystery will give me a boost." It had been-- a while, since she'd gotten any sign from him at all. That was fine. It wasn't like she wasn't used to chasing after people who vanished in the night.

Mhmm, hmmm, show me the Champion of Light, mmmm, I'll show you the Herald of Darkness...

[[ open. jesse's new canon has eaten my brain ]]

weirderthanthou

Why is it that the school does something and I get all the paperwork?

It had been a fun couple of weeks, that was for sure. Building permits, at least two notifications of strange-things-in-the-attic, and a whole folder of forms specifically about making sure the island government could not be litigated if college students (apparently a multiversally acknowledge seperate group of sentient beings all together) got into some kind of trouble with man-eating goo (form 23b), alternative universes (forms 3c and 3d) or clowns (forms 55a through 55f). It was enough to drive anyone insane.

How did I wind up choosing to be a civil servant, again?

Oh, right.

I picked up a gun.

She'd be in the office all day, hunkered over the paperwork, while Nina-the-assistant ran past with the occasional coffee refill.

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou

"So we have kind of a shitstorm out there," Jesse said conversationally. "Does anyone have any ideas? Because all I've got is 'go out there and beat them up until I find my assistant'."

No, really, she thought as she surveyed those who'd made it down to Town Hall. She was usually the 'beat things up' girl.

Not exactly what I'd planned for myself, but here we are.

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou

Fosse surveyed the remains of what had once been a series of proud, dilapidated warehouses impassively. He leaned on his hammer with both hands. It wasn't all of them, but it was still quite a chunk. This would be a tough job.

"This will be a tough job," said Jesse. She sighed. Rolled her shoulders. Cracked her fingers. "Okay, let's clear this out, first," she said. "I can always look at all the construction plans the school board sent over later."

God, I really hate the paperwork.

She stretched out her arm and ripped the first chunk of concrete out from a mangled frame. Fosse lifted his hammer, and trudged in.

[[ establishy. ]]

weirderthanthou

"Shouldn't they be back by now?" Jesse said warily, staring at the time machine... thing... sitting in front of them. On the curb. As one does.

The redhead beside her in the furs and the metal blew a strand of hair away from her face. "The tricky thing about time travel is that it's relative," she said. "I think. But I can give it a tweak, just in case something's going wrong on our end."

"Sure," Jesse said. "It can't h--"

Aloy slammed the blunt end of her spear into the machine with a loud thunk that would make engineers everywhere either nod in understanding or scream in horror. Possibly both.

"... That should do it."

There was a big flash of light.

[[ strike team! feel free to ping your return to this post. people who might still be hanging around town hall, feel free to boggle. as of now, you are all back to normal. ]]

weirderthanthou

"It looks like we're not dealing with regular Fandom whimsy, but someone messing with the wiring again," Jesse sighed. She'd called 'whoever wants to do something about this' in to town hall, and was once again finding herself at a bit of a loss for a speech. "Our best theory is that someone back in 1995 is planning to muck around in all of our pasts."

It sounded as logical to her as anything ever did. Benefits of a Bureau education, she supposed.

"Now an intrepid group of eggheads have put together a time machine to go back and politely ask whoever this is to knock it off," she continued. "Any volunteers to go do that?"

[[ ocd up! come gather. ]]

somethingwithturquoise

You know what?

Summer felt like it was a real sign of her maturity and how she'd managed to evolve and become more sophisticated over the years that, when she came into the bar and found Tino experimenting with new cocktails focused entirely on various different Mt. Dew varieties, her first thought was 'disgusting' and her second thought was 'at least its not Malort.'

And she kept those thoughts to herself, because no one needed to be mixing Malort and Mt. Dew, and this was coming from the woman who had a drink that involved Red Bull and specifically a red Solo cup named after her.

She then proceeded to the specials board, where the words 'mushroom' and 'beans' accompanied the word 'jello shot', so something something glass houses.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Strawberry Cheesecake
PB&Jello
Mango Jalapeño*
Caramel Apple
Green Bean and Mushroom

Caritas is open!

weirderthanthou

Jesse... Jesse was just not going to talk about the giant snake thing.

She'd spent all of yesterday writing and filing her report, and that was it. She'd turned into a giant snake. That happened.

In a way, it had actually been kind of awesome?

She had not put that in the report.

"Why do I keep feeling like swallowing an egg whole?" she asked Nina, who ignored her. Jesse sighed and sagged back into her chair. "Yeah, probably explicable."

[[ open ]]

somethingwithturquoise

Was there a reason for the pie theme with the jello shots that evening?

No. No, there was not.

Did there need to be?

If you asked Summer, she would also say that the answer to that was no, and that, honestly? She'd been researching for her summer workshop, which meant that everyone should be really grateful that there was an apparently random pie theme with the jello shots that evening instead of....whatever else there could have been.

If there was one thing her summer obsession with horrible vintage recipes had taught her was that with enough gelatin, mayonaisse, and alcohol, anything was possible.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Caramel Apple Moonshine Pie
Cherry Pie
Pecan Pie
Key Lime Pie
"Pie Plate" Salad

Caritas is open!

amitragic

"... Really? Because the last time we showed one of these was such a hit?"

Ingrid remained not very forthcoming as to why they were showing 1970s schlock again, no. So Ulysses just sort of... shrugged it off and settled in for another Sunday of not getting very many tickets sold at all, under the marquee that now read:

NOW SHOWING
Women's Penitentiary

somethingwithturquoise

Was it tacky to advertise for your big party on the weekend during your bar shift on Wednesday? Did Summer really care?

Because you could definitely bet Summer was going to try and tell everyone about that party, and, even if she didn't get around to it, she had a few ubiquitous flyers up around the place and smaller little print-outs advertising for the Big Beefcake Birthday Blowout Bash (sorry, Eliot; like a magpie, this one, but she did, clearly, improve on it), juuuust in case anyone missed it.

Look, she had to cover all of her bases. She was pretty sure she might actually die if she threw a party and, like, no one showed up. Forget parasitic brain eaters, evil galactic empires, the breaking of time and space as we know it....a bad party was, like, the most terrifying thing in the entire multiverse.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!
~BEEFCAKE BIRTHDAY BASH PREVIEW SPECIAL~

First One Free With a Karaoke Song
Or if it's your BIRTHDAY this week!

Pulsar and Quasar
Star Shine
Rings of Saturn
Green Space Goo

Caritas is open!

somethingwithturquoise

Summer Smith had easily been working with boozy gelatin for long enough to know that something was wrong almost immediately after her first attempt at tonight's jello shots that morning had utterly failed. Because jello and booze was a delicate balance, proportion mattered, and she was way too good at this to be fucking it up this badly. So a swig from her bottle of vodka, her bottle of tequila, her bottle of rum, a 'son of a bitch!', and a few portals out to a few various places for reinforcements that just turned non-boozy again once she portaled back into her kitchen later, she knew what was up.

"On a Wednesday, Fandom? Are you fucking kidding me???"

But, alas, the Wednesday must go on, and Summer supposed it was slightly comforting, in an odd sort of way, to find out that all the booze at the bar was not booze either, but she supposed that would just make her night slightly more easy, if not a lot more annoying.

But what could you do? Fandom gonna Fandom....

Wednesday Jello ~~Shot~~ Specials!

It's just jello tonight, apparently. Fancy ass jello.

You still get one free if you sing, though.

Rainbow
Spiced Apple Cider
Mango Marshmallows
Fucking Gatorade
Cherry Dr. Pepper
Cottage Cheese and Salmon because FUCK

Caritas is open!

weirderthanthou

It had been weeks since the last time Jesse had heard anything from James, and then that had played at the movie theater. She hadn't gone in. Didn't think Ingrid would've been able to get a message back to him.

Instead she was at work, behind her desk, desperately picking through the dark web in search of a way to get to him. It was days like this she missed-- well, feeling like she had an institution with a lot of means behind her.

Not that the Bureau had been able to contact the outside world when she'd been there, but it was the thought that counted.

After a few hours, she posted a reviewto the letterboxd page for that movie - this reminded me of other stories i've heard about people who crossed over the water and vanished under mysterious circumstances. of course, in real life, it's the not knowing that gets you.

She received an email ten minutes later, from an unknown address. She veered up in her seat. Could it be--? "Re: Cauldron Lake," she muttered. "Is that where he is--?"

Remember Thomas Zane, said the message.

What did that even mean?

[[ open ]]

somethingwithturquoise

In addition to fighting off her second sangria hangover that week, Summer was trying desperately to figure out some sort of way to get a day booked at that one space spa she never shut up about for a much needed escape for herself and her friends. She knew she could pull it off, she just had to figure out exactly how and who to talk to (and possibly blackmail and/or threaten) to make it happen. So the last thing she also wanted to do was deal with Tino, but, well, she worked here, so that was kind of hard to avoid.

She was very dedicatedly not paying attention to him, which meant that now he was complaining to her about how she was not paying attention to him, when he'd actually managed to pull off a very impressive bar trick and she wasn't even watching to see how good he'd gotten!

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she said, frowning at her phone before her thumbs went flying to send out a text, "no, I totally saw it, Tino. Very impressive. You're an amazing bartender. Don't you have more 3MD flyers to deécoupage onto the zombies?"

Look. It worked as both advertising and adhesive for any pesky loose body parts! Win/win!

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Red Sangria
White Sangria
Whipped Cream and Sangria
Tomato and HAM-gria

Caritas is open!

somethingwithturquoise

Summer told herself she wasn't going to ask. She really, really wasn't going to ask, as she watched Tino drag an inflatable kiddie pool across the bar to the backroom. She probably didn't need to ask, once he then dragged a large bag of colorful plastic balls across the bar to the back room as well. And she shouldn't ask, really, buuuut....

"Tino," she finally caved, "why are you building the world's most pathetic ball pit in the back room?"

Which meant that he went onto explain that Kitty had been trying to think of new uses for the back room yesterday, and this was his contribution to the cause.

And you know, Summer was going to say something snarky and demeaning in response, but, at that moment, he just looked so damn proud of himself and sincere about it that she just couldn't.

"You know what?" she allowed. "It's great. Good job. I'm sure she'd going to love it."

And now to figure out just what to do with a sword that was also apparently alcohol that showed up for some reason.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Rainbow Sorbet
Fire and Ice
Neapolitan
Sea Breeze Spinach Salad

Caritas is open!

weirderthanthou

The words IT'S SUNDAY were written in white chalk on the blackboard that hung off Town Hall's doors. Just in case anyone needed to be reminded.

Jesse had been busy, ever since figuring out what was going on yesterday. Poking around town, trying to map what little she could see of the new chunk of island across the water...

And now, writing emails.

I'd like to ask anyone with scientific experience or anyone willing to approach the new section of the island at all to gather at Town Hall today. I think it's time for us to find out just exactly what's happening here.

Bring weapons.

-- From the desk of your mayor, Jesse Faden.

[[ open ]]

somethingwithturquoise

Summer maybe spent five minutes listening to one of the dolls on the bar that Tino was apparently very excited about before she was going to pull a big fat veto.

"Nope," she said. "No way. They're going in the back room, all of them. I don't care if you think they're cute, they're actually creepy, and I have been through waaaaay too much crap to ever trust something that cute speaking in a language I can't understand. That always ends up badly."

He tried making a appeal that if that were the case, weren't they better out here where they could keep an eye on them>?

"Absolutely not," Summer insisted. "They're much better contained in a singlular place until they disappear tomorrow because it's December, and, oh god help us all if they're going to be cumulative, but if that's the case, then it's the next bartender's problem."

So the creepy-cute dolls were all shephered in an indecipherable babble to the back room, where Summer would ponder going over Caritas' insurance policy regarding fire and whether Kitty would feel burning down the entire back room was a necessary step in this case.

God, she really hoped they wouldn't wind up, like, summoning Christmas demons or something back there...

Wednesday Jello Shop Specials!

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Candy Cane Martini
Fireball Apple
Caramel Macchiato
King Crab Salad

Caritas is open!

somethingwithturquoise

You know, for someone who had convinced herself that her leaving was a non-issue and completely inconsequential to the world as a whole (this one, anyway; obviously, fighting the Galactic Federation was a pretty big deal to the world being constantly theatened by them), Summer sure had been reluctant to bring it up to most people. Like, yeah, sure, she'd sort of talked to Rey about it last week, and since Beth actually had shown up, that pretty much sealed the deal, and she'd already taken care of a few loose ends like her class and her management duties at T&C, but....she hadn't really mentioned it to a lot of people and found herself weirdly reluctant to do so.

Because it just wasn't how she did things, right? She was her grandfather's granddaughter. It felt much more natural to just up and leave and that was that than anything else.

But tempting as that actually was, it also felt kind of wrong, so she figured she would find some sort of middle ground between actually telling people and just flying off into the great starry beyond in the one way she knew how to channel emotions that she didn't know how to deal with very well: jello shot specials.

Because that was what people were really going to miss, right? The jello....

Last Chance Wednesdday Jello Shots!

Get 'em before they're gone!

First One Free for Everybody!

Intergalactic
Little Pink Spaceship
Blaster Bolts
Little Green Men

Caritas is open!

somethingwithturquoise

Summer was distracted by her phone again this week, although not exactly in the same way she had been last week. Instead of having to deal with an influx of incoming messages she'd rather not deal with, she was mostly hoping to get a response to just one message...and was still not getting it. Which was fine, she wasn't really expecting a response right away, she knew she was probably, like, supes busy right now, but she couldn't help obsessively checking it, hoping to see a new message from a mostly unfamiliar number, although every time she checked, and there wasn't a message there, she wondered if maybe no news was good news, because what was she going to do if she actually said no?

Let's be real: Summer would probably still go anyway, but it would be kind of nice if she could have her mother (or her mother's clone's, it didn't really matter) blessing on the whole thing.

But she was here, it was Wednesday, she had a job to do, so she was going to do her best to ignore the phone and pay attention to the bar and all her regulars, and who knows? Maybe they could make her feel like going through all her usual Fandom motions suddenly felt kind of empty and contrite all of a sudden. Maybe she might even be able to forget about the phone for a little while...

...doubt it. But maybe!

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Mini Pumpkins
Pineapple Upside-Down Cake
Caramel Apple
Strawberry Eggs

Caritas is open!

shapethecentury

Vague promises had been made, and so they also had to be kept. And so, on this Sunday, the marquee at the MST3K proudly read:

NOW SHOWING
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Because Ingrid took requests.

(Because Bucky took requests.)

Mystery Sign Theatre 3000 was open, come boggle at what the 1960s thought was a perfectly acceptable movie for kids.

somethingwithturquoise

Summer Smith was having regrets.

Not about anything here, of course, although half of those jello shots really suggested that she maybe should, but she was starting to feel like she had made a huge mistake in actually agreeing to giving that whole 'family dinner with Barry' thing a try. Honestly, she felt she should have known better. Things had gone really well last weekend, so, statistically speaking, that only meant that things would probably be a disaster this coming weekend, although, really, she was convinced that anything having to deal with her family was a disaster right from the get-go.

But, hey, she figured as long as they didn't have to deal with the apocalypse (again), like some families as of late, they'd be good, right?

"I'm pretty sure I just doomed us to have to deal with the apolalpyse this weekend....again," Summer muttered, to no one in particular, shaking her head at her phone as she typed out yet another message to her dad about how, yes, that recipe looked fine for dinner, just like the fifteen million previous recipes he'd sent her, and then going back to respond to Morty who was just kind of being a little bitch about the whole thing, in between also, you know, doing her damn job, because it was a Wednesday night, like, she understood that at least Jerry had nothing else going on in his life, but didn't Morty at least have school to go to in the morning? Was he even still in school? Seriously, at this point, he'd probably just be better off as a drop-out...

And, because she was pretty sure he wouldn't bother responding anyway, Summer did add a text to Rick that went something along the lines of I swear to god, if you let the world get destroyed this weekend, pls just let it end me once and for all

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Grasshopper
Broken Glass
Ham Salad
Mac & Cheese

Caritas is open!

[[ and flying OCD-free today, because apparently, Dreamwidth woke up and chose violence this morning ]]

somethingwithturquoise

You know, it was bad enough having to deal with Apu's weird obsession with National Fake Holidays with the store, but now Summer was dealing with something similiar in her actual life, and she'd finally caved. Her dad had not stopped talking and/or texting her about National Honey Month for a week now, and to prevent having to deal with it literally all month, especially when she was kind of busy right now trying to plan, like, anniversary stuff, she acknowledged that it was National Honey Month, promised to do a promotion at the store with his honey, agreed to be dragged to some Honey Festival at some point during the month, and, to hopefully put an end to this once and for all, even guaranteed a thematic jello presention for both the bar and her Instagram to promote her jello shot catering.

She felt like doing something like this was a little risky in Fandom, because if this wasn't a big fat invitation to some weird bee-related incidents, then she didn't know what was, but honestly? If it got her dad to shut up about National Honey Month, it would all be worth it.

So she did her thing, got it set up, and then tried very hard to not just be on her phone trying to make plans for this weekend in between customers and sort of kind of failed, like, big time, but, um, hi, anniversary stuff, kiiiiind of a big deal!

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

Featuring Jerry's Own Honey!
In celebration of National Honey Month

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Apple & Honey
Hot Lil' Honey
Honey Bourbon & Peach Smash
Honey Lemonade

Summer frowned a little at the board, wondering why it seemed like her ampersands looked particularly noticable, but then decided not to think much of it.

Caritas is open!

weirderthanthou

Jesse did not own any pink clothing.

Or rather, she hadn't.

How she'd found pink jeans would be a mystery for the ages. The pink tank top was definitely something Summer would wear. Even Jesse's nails were presently pink.

Finding all that stuff had taken two full days. But now she was back in the office, doing her usual paperwork, while Nina the assistant stared at her like she'd just grown a second head.

"Are you sure you don't need to take a week off?"

"Seriously, I'm fine. Better than fine, actually."

[[ open! ]]

throughaphase

It was a good day for a party! Nothing weird was happening, most people were probably between traumas, and why not celebrate with free booze.

Sure, Chaos Drink advertisements were up all over the interior of Caritas, but they were literally paying to host an event where everyone could drink a ridiculously delicious alcohol for free, so it was worth it, right? And surely this deal wasn't too good to be true or anything.

INTRODUCING CHAOS DRINK
DRINK IT FOR FREE! YES, REALLY!

There. That should do it.

[You can still sign up for the event all day today! I won't be sending out emails after Tuesday though so get those signups in now!]

somethingwithturquoise

Summer was still alive, but she wasn't about to let her guard down entirely quite yet, she figured there was still about a week left before the threat of a rage-prone former cop had fully passed, and she really hoped that it did because she kind of had a lot of things going on and it would kind of suck to not get to do them just because a moose thought he was funny or whatever it was that made him do things like give her, of all people, the Rosa Diaz class.

Like, she was staring down at an anniversary over here, people. Like, actual anniversary. Year, not even that month, quarter-year, half-year bullshit. Which was just....what??

Not a complaint! But definitely a nice distraction from thinking about ways in which she might try to compromise with Rosa that didn't involve brutal murder or, worse, teaching math.

Somehow, Sumemr didnt' think Rosa would be swayed by jello shots. But, at the very least, she knew her usual customers would be!

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

Back to being free if you sing a karaoke song
because there's no more Wednesday activities!

Double Stuffed Oreo
Sugar Cookie
Thin Mint
Animal Crackers

Oh, was that a theme?? She hadn't noticed!

Caritas is open!

shapethecentury

There were a lot of small palm trees in the movie theater's lobby today. Bucky didn't know what for. Ingrid didn't seem to know what for.

And the marquee offered no clue, either.

(And why should it? That, they'd actually chosen to put there.)

NOW SHOWING
Love Is In The Cards

It was just one of those days, probably. Bucky wondered, vaguely, whether the palm trees were supposed to be a sign of some kind. (And just thinking that probably meant he'd already been here too long.)

somethingwithturquoise

You would think, with how many of them were on the stage at Caritas that night, that there would be alot of karaoke going on. But no. Apparently, the alots that had come into the bar were not there to actually sing, but to sign.

Sign what, you ask? Anything, really. Books, posters, movies, your chest, if you were so inclined. They didn't seem too picky, really. If you had a thing, and they had a marker, then, duck it, they were going to sign it! It was a regular old signing frenzy going on!

Summer trusted that, by now, everyone knew that if Tino asked you to guess what he got the alots to sign, they were better off just ignoring him.

Or else they were going to need alot of buckets.

Wedsday jello shoot spechal!

~~Fist ! three 2 all Wedsday aktivity~~ 1st 1 FERE!!!

Blew Hawaai
Appel Pei
Cherry-Catsup

Caritas is open!

[[ and OCD free, because typing some of this killed my sole ]]

hatesparadise

This might have happened last year as well, but there was really no preparation for piercing alarms going off before the sun was even up.

At least it wasn't cold out. That was possibly the only thing that kept this from being the worse thing ever. That one thing there.

Because everything else sucked.

[no ocd, just go ham!]

somethingwithturquoise

After getting a load of what Summer had put together for her jello shot theme that evening, all Tino could do was complain about how it wasn't fair that apparently Summer wasn't being banned from the Olympics, but he was.

"Yeah," said Summer, "I'm pretty sure there's a big difference between thematic jello and shotputting from the karaoke stage, Tino."

Maybe she could just convince him to pole-vault himself right into the trash or something, though.

Wednesday Jello Shot Special!

O O O
O O

Try All Five for a Jello Shot Olympian Gold Medal!

...someone had clearly put way too much effort into any and all of this.

Caritas is open!

[[ and flying OCD free! ]]

fates_jaye

Did you have plans for tonight? Well that was a great thought but it was not actually in the cards for tonight for some of you. That would be because at 8 pm, people on island were magically transported to one particular warehouse, where they would find themselves dressed for a slumber party.

Because you were trapped at a (at least mostly) gendered overnight lock-in warehouse slumber party.

So have fun with that! (Seriously.)

betterthanaplan

Right! So hopefully you all found out alllll about the Trash King's lair yesterday. Right?

The time has come to go on the offense! These raccoons are already pretty offensive, after all. Running around, sending holes after people, trying to use procedural tropes and internet speak to establish plausible deniability when being interrogated. . . .

What a bunch of dicks.

Fandomites, assemble! It's time to beat up a trash panda.

[this is your BDE climax! Open to anyone still on the island's surface!]

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