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It didn't take Ignis very long at all to notice a slight difference in the kitchen, when he came into work that day, getting his coffee ready and preparing for thinking up some new recipehs for the specials board. He took a moment to pause and listen, though, before making any comment about it, but, feeling confident, he lifted a brow toward the rest of the staff.

"No Greg today?" he asked.

Apparently, he had a dentist appointment that day, which meant that Ignis could only give him distant kudos for his acceptable levels of dental hygene, but then Ignis also couldn't help notice that the patchouli did still linger, even in his absense, which was why he, for a moment, doubted himself.

Everyone else, it seemed, just were eager to see how this altered their odds when it came to the betting board.

Today's Specials
Minted Lamb Burger with Roasted Carrots
Tofu Souvlaki with Herbed Quinoa Salad
Cinnamon Roll Cake

Luke's is open!

deathsmajesty

Hmmm. Today's delivery probably ought to go into the back with the rest of the artifacts she considered too dangerous to be sold to the general public. But the problem was trying to move it. Liliana glared at the standing orb that was nearly the same size as she was and much heavier, as if she could intimidate it into turning into a less obnoxious size.

"Overgrown crystal ball," she muttered at it. "If this results in me having to summon the Gatewatch to see if Mancake or Elf Supremacist have artifact removal, I am going to ask them to exile you somewhere horrid, like the grease trap of a Golgari fungus kitchen."

Okay, but that was a really good threat. Just because the orb was an inanimate object that couldn't appreciate a good threat (and probably lacked the context anyway) didn't take away from the threat's quality and so there.

deathsmajesty

The trouble with refusing to be beholden to the mundanities of time did occasionally backfire - usually when other people's calendars required paying attention to. Like right now, when she realized that if she wanted to teach next semester, she had to come up with the class idea and writeup now. Ugh. Did she want to reteach this, but with new scenarios? Another class on indulging? Opposing mana pairs...? No, that one would be better as a full semester class.

So rather than putting away the week's delivery, Liliana was lounging at her desk, contemplating her possibilities. It looked a lot like filing her nails, but she was deep in thought.

somethingwithturquoise

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

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

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

[[ and open beach party is totally open! ]]

somethingwithturquoise

Tomorrow was Summer's birthday, but did you see Caritas all obnoxiously decked out with birthday paraphernalia and decorations? No. No you didn't. Because she was almost twenty-five, and clearly much more mature than that to make everything about her own birthday, Tino.

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

(Sometimes).

Featured Cocktail
Birthday Cake Martini

Featured Jello
Strawberry Champagne
Irish Breakfast
Pink Lemonade
Fried Pickle

Caritas is open!

chef_chocobro

Despite last week's realization about the predictability of his specials board, Ignis decided that there was really no point in reinventing the wheel, as it were, especially when it was functioning perfectly well and was clearly the best route. Besides, his attention was elsewhere that day, using his downtime to follow through with a few calls and messages related to the party next week, with a high priority in working on getting invitations made and finding a good supplier that could do them with Braille included.

Sure, the one person who would be relying on it was the one person who didn't need to read the invitations, so to speak, but it was a very important element to his...well, for lack of a better term, vision...for how the invitations would be.

Today's Specials
Turkey Tzatziki Burgers
Crispy Tofu Salad with Sweet Mustard Dressing
Lemon Raspberry Scones

Luke's is open!

deathsmajesty

Liliana glared down at the box on her desk like it had personally offended her. Because it had, by the sheer virtue of not being exactly what she wanted.

"That's all?" she asked in disbelief. "In the entire store, that's all. Not even twenty!" She glared down harder at the box in question, but the numbers did not change no matter how hard she willed it so.

Ugh.

Fine then, she'd start with this poor lot, she supposed. If she couldn't find something suitable here, she'd just move on. Ravnica, probably, or possibly Kaladesh? She'd heard stories of famed craftsmen in Fiora, perhaps she could find some time to take a little 'Walk there and see if those stories were true...Though that would make this little project of hers far more complicated and far more difficult to keep secret until it was ready.

Annoyed all over again, she dumped the box out onto the surface of her desk. The rings tumbled out in a series of soft metallic clangs. Once she had all eighteen laid out in front of her, she began the winnowing process. "No...no....ugly...no...cursed...hmm, potential, perhaps...no...no...useful but ugly...absolutely not, whoever designed this should be ashamed...useless...no...boring...no..."

Abyss, this was going to take forever. Why were most artificers cursed with such appalling taste in jewelry?

chef_chocobro

When Ignis showed up for work at the diner that Tuesday late, the rest of the staff was utterly shocked. Because while it had become increasingly more frequent that Ignis would sometimes skip days entirely, he was almost never actually late, and certainly not by as great a margin as he was that week. Sure, sure, ten minutes or so here and there was expected every so often due to the nature of where they lived, but this was several hours into when Ignis usually started, and it was just throwing everyone off.

Ignis, of course, was going to show up and head immediately toward the coffee pot before getting things going, as he always did, with no acknowledgement to his extreme tardiness except for a cool question: "So...what have you all decided to do with the specials board?"

Greg, after a pause where Ignis could only assume they were all silently conferring with each other, cleared his throat and answered:

Today's Specials
A Fancy Burger with Fancy Fries
Some Fancy Vegan Dish
A Fancy Dessert

Ignis felt the compulsion to argue that not all of his recipehs were all that fancy, but he sighed instead. "Yes, of course," he allowed, "but which ones specifically?"

No, no, he misunderstood. No specifics. Just fancy. Which was fine, he could work very easily within those parameters if anyone ordered it, but then one very important question came to his mind:

"Wait. Is that always what you just put on the board when I'm absent?"

Oh, he was definitely going to need more coffee.

Luke's is open!

deathsmajesty

So the weekend had been very weird, ~~even if all of Sunday's planned posts had been devoured by mandatory social~~ but it was hardly the first time the island had been swept up by that kind of nonsense. At least she hadn't been a squirrel again.

But Monday had rolled around and she was thankfully herself again (less sweet innocence and more tit, thank Gaea), and Liliana was quite pleased to focus on the other sweeping changes that had occurred the week prior. Her new ring sat comfortably on her left hand, every So often catching the light and shimmering like a thousand golden suns.

Ugh, she was being sappy and sentimental. She might have to commit a few war crimes to set herself back on an even keel.

... But it really was a pretty ring, wasn't it?

afraid_of_marshmallows

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

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

deathsmajesty

Liliana was considering taking the afternoon off and booking a very long massage at the spa later. She had spent the vast majority of the weekend down in her workroom, emerging early Sunday evening, triumphant, and tumbled almost immediately into bed, absolutely exhausted. Fifteen hours of sleep had taken care of most of the accumulated sleep debt, but hadn't done a damn thing for the soreness that came from nearly forty-eight hours spent working on--well, never mind what she'd been working on. It was probably all fine and, like, super-ethical and stuff. Don't even worry about it.

suitably_heroic

Ah, emotional baggage day. That had taken Jack back - though it'd been satisfying to see that his own amount of baggage had gone down significantly. Score one for therapy.

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

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

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

[[ open ]]

deathsmajesty

Another week, another exciting book find!

A book of Kamigawan script, Liliana knew just enough to begin to puzzle through it--which was enough to get the gist of it. It was not an artifact - at least, she didn't think so, but instead, a book of Kamigawan poetry.

Seeing the moonlight
spilling down
through these trees,
my heart fills to the brim
with autumn.
–
How sad,
to think I will end
as only
a pale green mist
drifting the far fields.

Reading a little further, becoming ever more fluent with every stanza, she realized that it was actually a book of Kamigawan love poetry.

Did he appear
Because I fell asleep
Thinking of him?
If only I’d known I was dreaming
I’d never have awakened.

No, wait, this was a book of Kamigawan erotic love poetry. Thoroughly engrossed, Liliana curled up in her chair, in dire need of chocolate or sweet fruits or something as she read.

When my desire
Grows too fierce
I wear my bed clothes
Inside out,
Dark as the night’s rough husk.
–
My longing for you—
Too strong to keep within bounds.
At least no one can blame me
When I go to you at night
Along the road of dreams.

"I might have been less dismissive of Jace's little Moonfolk friend if I'd known she could get me copies of books like this," she gleefully murmured to herself.

[Text appropriated from the The Man'yoshu.]

chef_chocobro

Ignis wasn't quite sure if it wasn't purely coincidence or if there really was something to the fact that, after last week's supper club venture, the following Tuesday involved a sudden influx of chickpeas at the diner. Honestly, at this point, either instance seemed like it could be a possibility, so he just brushed it off, deciding that it didn't really matter, but that he now had a single incredient to focus on for working into all his specials that day.

And, with some carefully consideration, soon enough, he was snapping his fingers with the idea for a few recipehs, and got to work.

Today's Specials
Fried Onion and Hummus Burger
Protein Veggie Salad with Hummus
Chocolate Chickpea Cake with Banana Ice Cream

Luke's is open!

deathsmajesty

Liliana was dealing with the most frustrating of indignities today. At some point Friday, she must have wandered into a spawning point of mosquitoes or something because she had a number of bites from the miserable little things. Normally, biting insects didn't bother her; her preternatural chill didn't register her as a potential food source for them, but apparently nobody had passed that fact along to the bugs on the island. They had decided she was delicious - which, obviously, but she would have been happier if they hadn't made that discovery - and she was wondering if she was down a pint or two of blood with the number of bites she's found.

None of which put her in a particularly good temper, no. Which was why she was ignoring today's shipment in favor of glaring in the general direction of the park and working on a spell specifically designed to kill mosquitoes. In droves. Possibly enough to unbalance the entire ecosystem.

Good.

[Inspired by my weekend, yes]

solo_sword

Jaina had had a rough couple weeks, so it was sort of a good thing, personally, for a bunch of godzillas to invade a place where she could take those frustrations out on them. Sorry, godzillas! You picked the wrong day to pick a fight!

There were a few in the park, so she was staying local to there, dealing with one in particular that seemed annoyed enough that she was fighting back to keep it up. She might be kind of humoring it at this point. It was like catharsis. There were plenty more if anyone else wanted to take a crack at it!

[Open if you wanna fight a Godzilla in the park!]

deathtofrendo

Quinn was not covered in any sort of goo when she got to the shop for her first shift! She was, however, kinda sweaty and looking faintly pissed (which for her meant she was obnoxiously angry), holding what she was sure had to be the world's ugliest t-shirt.

"Does that Skywalker guy shop here?" she asked . . . the universe, probably, since she hadn't spotted Liliana yet. "Because this shirt is definitely cursed."

Welcome to Fandom proper, hon. You'll get used to it. Or you won't, but it'll at least drag you kicking and screaming out of your shell.

[open!]

deathsmajesty

Sometimes, you got artifacts that you knew exactly what they were for. Sometimes, you got artifacts that you had no idea what they were for. And then, sometimes, you got artifacts that you knew what they were for, technically, but still had no idea how, or, more importantly, why?

Like the newly-arrived helm of the host. What would possess someone to wear this? What about the weight? The balance? The likelihood of it getting caught on literally everything?

Maybe someone would want to buy it as a conversational piece, because surely no one was stupid enough to want to buy it and use it as an actual helmet.

Helm of the Host
They say two heads are better than one. If so, this helm is the best ever.

hashtag_chocobro

Fish tank cleaning day? Fish tank cleaning day.

Usually, Prompto sort of dreaded the work that came along with it, even if he did always feel like he was honoring Sidon especially when it was time to do it, but this time around, he was actually kind of glad to have something to focus his attention on to keep his mind from wandering too much. There was just so much happening these days that it could get a little overwhelming for someone who definitely overthought everything, so having a nice methodical task with clear results was nice...even if he was likely to get distracted about five million times over in the process.

Noctra was more interested in just sitting inside emptied out fish tanks and claiming she was a cat instead of actually helping, but that was fine, too. Especially since she made up for it by helping him redecorate for the fish when it came to filling the tanks back up.

Apologies to all the fish with horse-themed tanks now, and to all the animals who had to deal with the meltdown that spawned from Prompto's attempts to explain why littering some tanks with a bunch of Cup Noodle^TM containers was bad for the fish, actually.

He was definitely going to have to find a way to get Gladio back for the argument of "But Uncle Gladdy says Cup Noodle^TM is for eberyone!"

Furnado is open!

chef_chocobro

Blame the camping trip over tge weekend, for all its ups and downs (mostly downs, or at least just below middle ground), but Ignis found himself a bit...nostalgic in the kitchen that Tuesday, pulling up some of the classics dishes he'd whip up on the road for their hunting palettes. There was comfort there, after all, in those familiar recipes, although now that his plans were now quite out there in the open, he did feel surprisingly at peace about everything.

And mildly amused about how his next conversation with Kristoff would include explaining photography to him, to better answer Prompto's clearly pressing question.

Today's Specials

Classic Meat Pie with Garlic Dill Fries
Veggie Medley Stew
Golden Chocobo Tart

Luke's is open!

deathsmajesty

It was raining outside, with thunderstorms likely to follow, which put Liliana in a contemplative mood. Rain just did that sometimes --or perhaps it was everything else going on, from Ignis' camping trip to the delivery of Jon's translation. Thoughts of history and the future, Innistrad and Dominarian, Phyrexia and demons swirled in her head.

She had begun making her own translation, of course, from English to Benalish, only to stop and wonder Why? What was her plan, that she'd need to translate it into her birth tongue, a language she hadn't spoken since her spark had ignited and she'd Planeswalked away from her family's home...

Foolishness. Maudlin contemplations brought on by the rain and the madness of the last few weeks. Much better to sit behind her counter and play her lyre instead, leaving her own translations in the bin.

fears_no_one

There was a small table outside of the shop covered in pastel books with various sketches of sunsets, beaches, and umbrellas.

Flint was done with beach reads.

TAKE THESE AND PAY ME read the sign under them in ornate, old-fashioned handwriting.

Flint was inside watching the table carefully, so don't even think about taking one and not paying him.

The Ink Spot was open and taking a cautious step towards actual commerce. Good job, Flint.

chef_chocobro

It really did feel good to be back, to have some sense of normalcy and a return to routine. Granted, there was a good deal still on Ignis' mind...and now that he'd been honest with Liliana about his side quest for vampirism, he had a lot of work to do. If anything, the threat to Innistrad had really shown him that he'd best narrow in his focus and concentrate on accomplishing his task well before there was another opportunity for his plans to be put in jeopardy again.

But now, Innistrad was in a place of healing, just as he and Liliana were, after everything with Emrakul. If he wanted to make progress, he couldn't have asked for a better time to step in and make himself known to those who might one day be the progenitors of his immortality.

He was, oddly enough, in no rush to get started on that, though, even if he knew that the best time to strike was while the iron was hot. Or, in this case, before it cooled down. But he might need a bit more of a break from Innistrad before he truly got started on all of that.

And then there was Gladio and Prompto, and talking to them about it, as well. This weekend. On their camping trip. So he had that to worry about first.

One step at a time, really. And right now, the steps needing to be taken involved whipping up a specials board, and rather hoping his current preoccupations hadn't been too obvious in its selections.

....he had most certainly failed.

Today's Specials

Blood Orange Sweet and Sour Chicken
Bloody Mary Quinoa Burger with Fried Pickles
Sanguinaccio Dolce Gelato

Luke's is open!

deathsmajesty

From the fuss the chair and the armor made at her reappearance, one would think Liliana had been gone for months rather than a few weeks. And, truth be told, it made her feel decidedly odd. On the one hand, yes, of course she should be adored and missed. On the other hand, her underlings - which these most certainly were - ought to be properly terrified of her and should have seen her absence as an escape.

Was she losing her touch? Was she becoming...nice?

Wonderful. A small identity crisis to deal with on a Monday. Just what she always wanted.

deathsmajesty

There was something...off about the mirror Liliana received today. Artifacts were not her strong suit, of course, but she wasn't about the discount the uneasy feeling the mirror caused every time she passed it. The skin on her forearms prickled into goosebumps every time, and she swore the area around it was several degrees colder than the rest of the store. Every so often, she thought she spotted some kind of shadow within the depths. And, her least favorite, there was a persistent feeling of being watched.

At first, she assumed it was simply haunted. But a haunting would fall right in her bailiwick, and whatever this was did not. She narrowed her eyes at the silvered surface. "I don't know what you are," she said, "but if you try anything in my shop, I will wear your heart as a glove."

The mirror did not respond, but the watched feeling didn't abate and neither did Liliana's suspicions.

Malevolent Mirror (Probably)
As a reminder, the Infinite Consortium sells all merchandise as-is and takes no responsibility for injuries, deaths, possessions, property damage, discomfort, mental/emotional breakdowns, or any other liabilities incurred by purchase or use of our merchandise.

deathsmajesty

Some weeks, you get a fascinating anthropological mystery in your delivery and some weeks, you just get one more magical blade to add to the pile.

Unimpressed, Liliana was lounging behind the counter with a book. Another truly riveting day at the Consortium.

Sword of Vengeance
Sometimes your enemies need a little stabbing. Or a lot of stabbing.

deathsmajesty

"Well, aren't you interesting," Liliana said, holding up an elaborate mask from the week's delivery. Its near twin rested on the counter in front of her; waiting for its own in-depth examination. "You're fascinating because you're ancient," she murmured at it, tracing her finger along the worn bone of the mask proper before picking up the other. "And you're fascinating because you're new. But you both have the same candlewax on you." She laughed, low in her throat. "Someone in Kessig is being very naughty indeed."

The rest of the shipment was off to the side, completely ignored, while Liliana took notes on what she was able to gather from the masks themselves. Eventually, the masks were placed in the display window, but Liliana continued to ignore the rest of the items still in the crate. Because now she was curious and why do any of the work she was supposed to do, when she could while away the hours playing detective instead?

somethingwithturquoise

Summer had considered popping into the bar early that morning to take a peek at any new namedcocktails added to the secret menu to maybe base a few jello shots on, but that was way more extra work to bother with, especially when she could just actually be extra lazy and just lean into St. Patrick's Stuff.

Well, when it came to her jello, even her lazy was still pretty great, but still!

But once she was there, she was goingbto check the new one doubt and hope they weren't too obnoxious to make, but, hey! On the plus side, if they were annoying, she knew exactly who to blame for it!

Featured Cocktail
Shamrock Sour

Featured Jello
Lucky Irishman
Thin Mint
Pot O Gold
Corned Beef and Cabbage

Caritas is open!

[[ and OCD-free due to overwhelming sense of blllaaarrggghhh ]]

throughaphase

Oh look, another event night! Maybe grab a menu for inspiration.

ONE NIGHT ONLY:
INVENT YOUR OWN DRINK, GET IT FOR FREE FOREVER

Rules:
1. You pay for any drinks you make tonight.
2. After tonight, anytime you get the drink named after yourself, it's on the house.
3. Yes, forever. (Or until someone else gets the bar and doesn't honor it.)
4. Must have at least two ingredients. E.g. you can't ask for a beer and call it The Logan.

Kitty had no idea how many people were actually interested in this, but you know what, sometimes you had to do something different. And by "different" that meant "it had been probably like five years."

deathsmajesty

"Huh," Liliana said, reaching into the crate and pulling out the ransom note tucked away within. It was written in Ravnican, from letters cut out from magazines and pasted to a ragged piece of paper that smelled strongly of the Smelting Quarter. "Well," Liliana said, picking it up and scanning the lines quickly. "This is rather awkward. Pity about the hostage."

But it wasn't her problem, and so she tossed the note away without a second thought. She had stocking to get to, what with all this new inventory that had probably been intended to get the victim back.

Whoops.

Ah well.

Anyway, new stock!

throughaphase

The dates were over, the bar was still standing, still open (not dirty), and the specials (totally dirty) were still on the board.

SPECIALS
Screaming Orgasm
Kinky blow pop
Cherry Popper
Leg Spreader
Naked Lady
Sloe Comfortable Screw
Pornstar Shooter
G Spot shot
Big O

Your bartenders were there, waiting to serve you (again, not dirty). Whatever you did with your time was your own business, aside from Tino snickering if you ordered a Sloe Comfortable Screw or whatever.

somethingwithturquoise

Summer was in a very different place than she was last time the island was beset by this particularly sexy bout of whimsy, which mostly just meant that she was slightly annoyed and reluctant to head into the bar that day, but she figured it was good to get, you know, some fresh air and be a productive member of society or whatever. She did come prepared, though, repurposing one of her spray bottles that she usually used on Pancakes when she tried to eat plants and keeping it full of ice water to spray at people who were getting a little too...well...you know...

This was mostly to use on Tino, yes, and, at one point, she did have to threaten to upgrade the ice water to literal acid. So that was fun.

Featured Cocktail
Pink Sweetie Valen-tini

Featured Jello
*~Get One Free if You're Giving It To Someone Elese!~*
Cherries and Creme
Conversation Hearts
Bleeding Heart
Chocolate Covered Strawberry

Caritas is open!

deathsmajesty

Liliana was having trouble focusing on work today. Now, most people would assume that Liliana had trouble focusing on work every week, considering how little she cared about her business or the dragon that owned it, but they would be mistaken. Most weeks, Liliana didn't have trouble focusing on work, she just actively chose not to. An important difference.

This week, she'd half-intended to at least unpack and organize the packages that had arrived while she'd been flitting around off the island, but she just...wasn't really getting much done. Well. Work-wise, anyway. Ignis' cell phone was once again getting a barrage of messages while he was at class, but did that really count as work when it was art? And when she loved what she did?

chef_chocobro

It was a good thing that Ignis couldn't see the betting board in action that Tuesday, as all his lovely coworkers speculated on just how long he'd stay on his shift this week, especially since it had somehow been leaked to them (Prompto, probably) that he had a birthday
this weekend.

They would have to admit, hiding the cake they were making for him, too, was a lot more difficult than anyone would have anticipated, but it made for quite the comedy of hijinks in the kitchen to keep it from being detected.

Today's Specials
Bacon Egg Avocado Breakfast Sandwich with Root Vegetable Hashbrowns
Harvest Bowl with Maple Dijon
Nanaimo Bars

Luke's is open.

chef_chocobro

It was, allegedly, Blueberry Pancake Day, according to Greg, who had clearly, worryingly, been hanging out with Apu these days. As such, he insisted, in the form of constant pestering, that Ignis include them on the Specials board today.

But of course Ignis was going to give the recipeh his own touches and take it just a little bit beyond just that.

He felt it was an....acceptable compromise to just generally preferring to just ignore Greg in the regard.

Today's Specials
Lemon Ricotta Blueberry Pancakes
Wild Rice Veggie Burger with Herbed Ricotta
Pizelle Cannoli with Ricotta Filling

"Hey, wait a minute!" Greg realized as he got around to writing that last one on the board, and Ignis just grinned into his coffee.

Luke's is open!

deathsmajesty

Liliana had been working on a secret project over the past three weeks and it was almost finished. It was almost as important to win at birthdays as it was at Christmas--and she had lost Christmas to both Ignis and Prompto! Obviously, this could not possibly stand.

And so, her project, sparked by a dinner conversation. One she was putting the finishing touches on now, sitting behind the counter and chuckling to herself, highly pleased by her own cleverness.

In the window was today's item, the Magister's Scepter.

mustbeawitch

While the weather continued to be not, it must be said, perhaps the most conducive to eating ice cream, a sweet treat was always welcome, in Lydia's opinion!

She did hope the other members of Supper Club had remembered to eat an actual meal first this week, although if they wanted to have ice cream for supper that was no skin off her nose. For her own part, she had discovered the tiny sample spoons shortly after her arrival and was now intent upon trying everything. For science, or something.

Chilly Boulder is open, and welcome to Supper Club!

chef_chocobro

With a new cheese fridge and a new property to go along with the new year, there was little surprise that Ignis' inspiration was taking a particular turn toward Argentinian cuisine again. And, really, it worked in an additional benefit because putting himself in that mindset made it easier (...slightly...) to ignore Greg.

Who decided he needed to use the microwave in excess today.

And leave things in there once it was finished so that it kept beeping.

Funny how that stopped, when Ignis noted that the knives could use a bit of sharpening and that he'd set to that particular task between customers.

Today's Specials

Argentinian Provoleta Burger
Black Bean Empanadas with Chimichurri Sauce
Chocotorta Trifle

Luke's is open!

deathsmajesty

None of the crates had books in them. Liliana wasn't exactly sulking about it, but she was ignoring them in favor of playing her lyre. So there.

Was it really too much to ask for a once-in-a-lifetime find of incalculable worth and historical value to happen two weeks in a row?

deathsmajesty

Liliana had considered skipping work today to protest Ignis starting classes - something something they didn't both have to start be industrious on the same day something something - but reluctantly dragged herself to work anyway. It wasn't like any deliveries that had accumulated over the holidays were going to unpack themselves.

Well, considering what she sold, that wasn't necessarily true, but odds were that anything that unpacked itself was probably just going to be obnoxious and something for her to deal with anyway.

But sometimes, the gods of industry blessed the deserving (no, Ignis, don't be ridiculous, she refused to learn from this), because the first crate she opened today held...a book. No. Not just any book.

A Thran tome.

"Sweet Serra," Liliana whispered, taking the relic out with careful hands. She didn't know whether this was an original, or simply an ancient copy, but it honestly didn't matter. The value of the knowledge contained therein, even if it turned out to be nothing more than a cookbook, was incalculable.

Ha ha, joke was on you, gods of industry. Once Liliana sat down to page through the tome and start puzzling out Ancient Thran, the rest of the inventory could catch fire and she'd hardly notice and certainly wouldn't care.

throughaphase

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

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

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

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

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

deathsmajesty

It was the day before Christmas Eve and Liliana had gotten to use the umbrella she had modified last year to catch all of the chocolate coins that were falling. Clearly, it was an excellent day to be Liliana (as most days were, honestly. But some days it was great with chocolate.)

Rather than allowing anything as unpleasant as work sully her excellent day, Liliana had brought a book along to work with her - a very frivolous and tawdry novel, perfect for the last day of work for the year - and was snuggled up in one of the many thick, warm blankets she'd had brought to the store to keep her warm now that the weather was getting chillier still. A cup of tea and piles of gelt to nibble on made this an almost perfect shift.

betterthanaplan

The kitchen staff had gotten very into the dreidels.

"You guys are going to work today, too, right?" Duke asked.

"Sure, sure," Greg said. As Ali offered up Greg's spatula. And when the dreidel landed, earned back Gussie's slap bracelet.

Duke pulled some loose change from his pocket and held it up. "Never say I don't pay you enough not to gamble away our utensils"

Looked like he was cooking again this week.

Today's specials
Traditional Moroccan fish

Luke's was open.

deathsmajesty

Last year, Liliana had had no idea what the mistletoe meant when a cluster of it began bobbing after her oh-so-innocently. This year, however, she was well-aware of its tricks and so was regarding the bits of greenery in the air with narrowed eyes and a distinctly aggressive expression. There were several piles of necromatically rotted mistletoe in front of the building, left there as a warning for the others. Not that any of the cheerfully hovering mistletoe in the shop seemed to be paying them any mind.

There was also a sign in the window. Not one offering the newest weird item for sale, but a head's up.

BEWARE OF MISTLETOE
Proprietress makes no promises of safety

The one person who couldn't read the sign was the one person who didn't need to worry about it, so that, at least, worked out.

imafuturist

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

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

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

mustbeawitch

As soon as Lydia had realized what the island had done this time, she had called Pizza Planet to ask if they needed to reschedule the Supper Club, but Mr. Raiden had assured her they could still be accommodated, and she was choosing to take him at his word. She supposed some menu items might not be available, but she was terribly grateful to not have to shift for herself without so much as a dull butter knife.

"Oh!" she exclaimed as she remembered something. "While we are all assembled, I would like to hear your thoughts on the continuation of the Supper Club. There are still a few dining establishments left on the island we have not tried yet, but then we must decide how to move forward. I have had both moving over to the mainland to expand our options and beginning the rotation of the island's eateries anew proposed to me, and I would quite like to know if there is a consensus on how best to proceed. What does everyone think?"

somethingwithturquoise

Summer pretty much knew what to expect today when she came into the bar. She had, after all, spent whatever time she wasn't using to make jello shots for tonight or do some online holiday shopping trying to prevent her cat for torturing the small balls of sugar rolling around and making disturbingly cute little sounds at her every chance they got.

It had been an ongoing battle, and she was sure she was going to return to a sentient-sugarball massacre in her apartment when she got home tonight, but, right now, she was just watching the balls rolling around the bar and having a grand old time, giggling and leaving trails of sugar everywhere.

"I hope you know," she stated, plainly and clearly, as she looked at Tino a moment before finally breaking out of her distraction to get to work, "that I'm not cleaning any of that up tonight."

She started cleaning a glass and then paused.

"Wait," she realized, "if they're going to just disappear tomorrow, does that mean the mess they leave behind will, too?"

That would make things so much easier, but she still kind of hoped that at least Tino still had to clean something up.

It was good for him! It built character!

Featured Cocktail
Peppermint Espresso Martini

Featured Jello
Winter Funderland
Strawberry Green Apple
Gingerbread Fireball

Caritas is open!

chef_chocobro

"Before you say anything," said Ignis, as he came into work that day, already moving toward where the bottled water in the kitchen was kept as a detour from his usual first stop at the coffee maker, "yes, I already have new recipehs in mind for today's specials. Because while I may not be so inclined to make lemonade in winter just because life has handed me lemons, I do feel as though today's offerings are much more conducive to a proper winter menu."

Expertly, almost mindlessly, he set about making his first pot of coffee for the diner for the day, and then got to work collecting some of his ingredients directly from the taps, while trying not to think too hard about the hows and whys, and double-checking to make sure they had plenty of extra water on hand to take care of everything else they'd have to do.

Really, if you didn't have a hearty supply of jugged and bottled water on hand in Fandom during the winter, then that was simply on you.

Today's Specials
Mulled Wine Christmas Burger
Mulled Wine Tofu with Saffron Rice
Hot Chocolate Pudding Cakes

Luke's is open!

deathsmajesty

Liliana pulled a strand of tinsel from her hair and glared at it. Only a bit of tinsel, foolish to be upset, but for a moment, she'd been convinced it was a gray hair. Preposterous, of course. She'd made her bargains well, but--

A long exhale and the tinsel shriveled and decayed in her hands. Just a bit of island whimsy, nothing more. She was going to make some tea and forget about it.

But the reminder of the Mending lingered, leaving her quiet and subdued.

chef_chocobro

Defying any sort of logic or reason, there had been a very persistent abundance of lemons in the diner that morning, which Greg oh-so-hilariously, really, attributed to a sign of Ignis' sour personality. That earned him quite the withering expression and, trying to keep the peace, Ali then offered a cheerful aphorism to smooth things over.

Because, hey, when life gave you lemons...

...Ignis Scientia was not going to make lemonade, especially not during the wintertime, but he was, however, going to figure out a way to work it into his special boards regardless in, quite frankly, much more creative recipehs, thank you very much.

Today's Specials

Lemon Thyme Chicken Burgers
Lemon Orzo with Chickpeas and Brocolli
Lemon Curd Cupcakes

Luke's is open!

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