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It was Logan's fault that Kitty was in tonight, and if this Supper Club thing was happening here then she could see why they'd want a non-Tino option.

It also meant that there should be some specials, and so they'd gone with the island theme.

SPECIALS
Margaritas
Pina coladas

Also it was fun to mess with grumpy guys.

[Today's Supper Club post but the bar is open!]

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.

throughaphase

When Kitty got married, she'd said she was hyphenating her last name because aside from "Pryde" being a great name, "Kitty Barton" sounded like a madam at an Old West brothel.

Anyway.

WELCOME TO
THREE MINUTE DATES

A couple minutes before 8:00, Kitty interrupted the zombie-played version of "Pony" to take the stage. You're welcome.

"Hello and welcome to Three Minute Dates! Thank you all for coming, whether you're here by accident, here on very purpose, or dragged here by Tino. I know there are other things you could all be doing." Ahem. "Here are the rules: every three minutes you will get paired up on a date with someone. When the gong sounds, it's on to the next date. It's fifteen minutes of your life, and then afterwards if you want to hang out, make friends, have one of Tino's horrifyingly on theme drinks, feel free. I just ask that you please don't have sex in the bathrooms."

She could not stop you from having sex in the bathrooms.

"Have fun! But not too much. Till later. At home."

[The bar | Round One | Round Two | Round Three | Round Four | Round Five | OOC | Regular bar post]

mustbeawitch

Was meeting up with a group for an evening coffee the best idea in the world this week? Absolutely not, but since when had it been said that Lydia Bennet had only good ideas? She had announced this on the radio, after all, and she couldn't go back on that! She was sure it would be fine! A lovely evening would be had by all.

No, not like that. A very lovely evening drinking coffee, or tea for those of them with the sense to recognize that coffee tasted awful.

She was already uncertain what to do about the fact that the barista had given her her phone number, but welcome to Supper Club, everyone!

theworst_verine

Logan hadn't been bad about going to work. No, no. Don't be silly. He hadn't avoided the hell out of the place after randomly being there as a kid. That would be silly.

Except how he had.

But now he was back to normal. Well. 'Normal.' Or whatever. And there was a new flag that he sure as hell didn't recognize, but it was there.

[open!]

shapethecentury

Ingrid had looked at Bucky for a long moment when he'd come into the theater today.

"What? You know I said I'd be back."

(Yeah, yeah, it was obviously about the haircut, not his latest return from a stay in Wakanda. Let an old man have his fun.)

NOW SHOWING
Nosferatu

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.

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.

theworst_verine

Well, someone woke up not themselves yesterday and then spent way too long trying to get out of the apartment to find food that wasn't a thing of mustard in the fridge. Logan, please just get your life together. For yourself if nothing else!

But he'd managed to find a book store and the whole walk had taken it out of him. So he, James, was just going to settle in with a book as he considered what to do next. Since there was absolutely no supervision going on.

[open!]

witchoftheflesh

Adrian knew that he was supposed to be doing work at work, but his sister Colette had just released the next book in her lesbian shifter erotica mystery and Adrian couldn't do anything but read it until he finished. Mostly to make sure that the MC made the right romantic decision, instead of hooking up with her horrible ex, even if she was going to be the next alpha of the neighboring pack.

"Great Forest, Coco, if you have Therese hooking back up with LuAnn and missing out on everything the Christy has to offer, I will cross Groves just to throw this book at your head," he muttered, glaring at the makeout happening on the pages in front of him. "This had better be a scheme to further the investigation of the boarding school, or so help me ..!"

Pick Your Poison was open, but very distracted.

shapethecentury

You know what went great with this whole 'trying to act like a normal human, trying to rejoin society' thing Bucky was trying out? Getting coffee somewhere other than the kitchen at the apartment.

So he was trying that out today.

Of course, by the time he actually made it to a table by one of the windows, he was already feeling kind of socialed out. The barista manning the counter had been far too into giving him a thorough answer to his innocent, idle question about what the differences between all the different kinds of coffee were.

Plus side? Guess he was now more knowledgeable about 2020s coffee culture than he had been fifteen minutes ago.

[ooc: Open!]

mustbeawitch

Lydia had gotten the impression that Maryland was more known for its crab, but there wasn't a crab restaurant on the island, only a lobster one. Perhaps it was out of respect for the crab-based religion of the clinic staff? But that was none of her business. What was her business was that the Lobster Hut had said that sure, they could accommodate a large group, if said large group didn't mind the furniture having transformed into beanbags and the like. Lydia had said that she was sure they could, sent out a message to the usual Supper Club group, and here they were! Ready to enjoy some delicious seafood dipped in butter.

Mmm, butter.

Welcome to Supper Club! The Lobster Hut is open, and has plenty of bibs for everyone!

theworst_verine

People were back in town after a whole ~~boring~~ blissful week of silence. Did that mean Logan was feeling some type of way about it? No, of course not. But he was at work nonetheless.

And possibly even looking at this weird book that was in the garbage.

"What the fuck?"

Yeah, he was regretting this choice immensely.

[open!]

theworst_verine

Well, everyone was apparently out of town, but Logan was going out for dinner club anyway. Sure, there weren't any decent drinks here. And sure, the burger meat was really subpar. But it was a tradition. Or something.

Maybe he just wanted to go out and eat on a day that he usually did here. With Flint. In complete silence as they ate just to make Lydia proud.

Just go with it.

[open, sure!]

totalwildcard

Harley's hairdo was looking a little more slicked back than was typical of her. Also if anyone got within sniffing distance, there was going to be a distinct scent of pumpkin spice and coffee to it. Unless, of course, the sniffer happened to also have made the mistake of trying to take a little morning shower that particular Friday.

Anyway!

New-old stock had arrived at the store, and it was absolutely beautiful:

Vintage baseball bats.

"Jackpot!" Harley exclaimed, digging them out of the box they'd turned up, and lovingly running her hand along them. "Oh, maybe I should name one of you guys Jackpot..."

It had been a while - way too long! - since she'd last had a proper bat to work with.

(open!)

mustbeawitch

Miss Skywalker had spoken to Lydia of her fondness for sushi, so on that sterling recommendation she had selected Sushi Station for tonight's meeting of the Supper Club. She thought the little conveyor belt that the plates traveled on was quite charming, though she hadn't had the opportunity yet to examine the food in real detail.

Boy, was she in for a surprise.

She had sent out a ~~handwavey~~ message to the members of Supper Club , letting them know where to come this week, and hoped that word would make it to any new faces who might wish to join them.

Welcome to Supper Club! Sushi Station is open!

throughaphase

The mechanical bull was still sort of going, in the way where when you least expected it, it'd move with a slow and very spooky creeeeeeak that would startle everyone. So there was a repair guy in tonight. A mechanical bull repair guy.

It shouldn't have been awkward except he'd started off saying "It looks like it was ridden hard and put away wet, which is terrible for the gears" and after that he just kept making the occasional bull pun. But it was getting fixed. Hopefully. Please be getting fixed, he'd been here for hours.

Caritas was open, just ignore the back room please.

[Listen I did not sleep. Open!]

theworst_verine

So, for this week's shift at the shop, Logan was joined by Wade and the esteemed Mary Puppins. Both of which were there with varying degrees of welcome, honestly.

Not that Logan was going to go out of his way to say anything about it other than vague annoyance on the matter. Because it was still pretty much impossible to express that he was glad to have people again. A work in progress, if you will.

Such was his life these days.

[open!]

mustbeawitch

Lydia had been left entirely to her own devices to choose this week's restaurant for Supper Club, and ultimately had selected the "Outback Steakhouse." It had something to do with Australia, as she understood it, and she knew absolutely nothing about the food of that continent.

Honestly, all she knew was that it was where they sent criminals. But she was excited to learn, and she was sure some other people would be, as well! Welcome to Supper Club, everyone!

theworst_verine

Did Logan know that Botswana gained independence from the British on September 30th, 1966? In no way. But there was still, inexplicably, a Botswanan flag on the counter. He hadn't put it there. In fact, he was starting to wonder if this place was haunted or something.

But he was still there, still the least helpful employee this place could ask for.

You're welcome, Flint.

[open!]

mustbeawitch

Lydia had ~~handwavily~~ sent out some texts and called upon Il Pollo earlier in the week to make sure they could accommodate a party of uncertain size, and now the time had come for the first gathering of what Lydia was thinking of as the Supper Club. As the de facto hostess, she did hope everything went well, but she had already spotted tiramisu on the menu, so she was sure it would.

(Welcome to the first meeting of Supper Club, the club where we try the island's various restaurants! If you think Lydia (or Flint, although...Flint) would have contacted your character about joining them for Supper Club, or if you want to have gotten a misfired text from Lydia (or Flint, although...Flint), you're welcome! And for future gatherings you're welcome to have heard about it by word of mouth or squirrel.)

somethingwithturquoise

"No, no, no," Summer tried explaining to Tino for probably the tenth time as he skeptically popped another jello jelly bean into his mouth, "I made the vodka out of the rosé-flavored jelly beans, and then used that vodka to make the new jelly beans made out of jello. So I took the jelly bean that was't boozy, made booze out of it, and then made new beans that were boozy out of the booze I made from the beans that weren't boozy."

Once again, he just stared at her, but, this time, she was pretty sure there was some sort of judgement there on how she chose, apparently, to spend her time today.

"Oh, shut up," she concluded, and turned to go find something else to do that didn't involve talking to him. "People are gonna love it."

He could just stick with the other bean one instead, then.

Featured Cocktail
Rosé Lemon

Featured Jello
Mixed Berry
Pretty Pink Champagne
Rosé Jelly Belly Vodka "Jello" Beans
Barbecue Baked Beans

Cartias is open!

theworst_verine

There wasn't a bird around to give Logan something to do in the shop, which meant that he was left to his own devices. That was a mistake because he was now trying to figure out the best location to take a nap in the shop without anyone being able to interrupt him.

Maybe with a pillow made of books.

Doing real good at this whole employment thing. Doin' real good.

[open of course]

the_best_sister

Of all the things Yelena expected when she took a job at Stark Industries, dealing with a "security" issue at the gremlin-run Starbucks wasn't one of them.

The gremlins had tried to "upgrade" the espresso machine to run faster and produce more coffee. While they succeeded, the machine had turned into an espresso cannon, spraying the lobby like a firehose and pinning the gremlins against the wall.

Unfazed, Yelena stood there, debating whether to let them suffer their own genius or step in. With a heavy sigh, she walked over and unplugged the machine.

"Congratulations. You’ve invented the first espresso fire hose. Want to tell me why my boots are covered in coffee?"

The gremlins looked up at her with wide eyes, still dripping with espresso. One of them sheepishly offered her a cup filled to the brim with coffee, half of which spilled before it even reached her. Yelena just sighed and snatched the cup of their hand.

"Clean that up," she ordered, gesturing at the small lake of espresso in the lobby before heading off to add milk and pumpkin spice syrup to her free latte.

theworst_verine

Well, his boss(?) was still a parrot. Or this parrot was doing a super good job at pretending to be a person who was turned into a parrot and Flint wasn't even around anymore.

Which seemed like the more sane option, honestly.

But Logan was in the shop nonetheless, praying no one wanted to buy any books today. Not unless they only had cash. Because he still had not and would not figure out how to use the card machine. It had dust on it, so he was fully under the assumption this was just what Flint would have wanted.

[open, of course]

the_ghoul

The Ghoul tended to come and go as he pleased, and it figured the one time he showed up to his job there was nonsense going on. When he opened up one storage closet it was filled to the brim with hockey masks. Then he had to sign off on a shipment that turned out to be just rusty machetes.

"All right."

Let's just hope the next shipment wasn't horny teens or giant freaks with mommy issues.

[open]

theworst_verine

Logan hadn't really planned on showing up to work, but apparently he was now in charge of a particularly surly looking parrot that might have been Flint. So he was at work, trying his best to research what the hell parrots ate so he didn't kill the guy. Bird.

Whatever.

This place was annoying with the whimsy, damn it,

[open!]

needsacatchphrase

Well, there was still a poorly written banner up, but it now just said "HAVE GOOD BAN" which Jane wasn't touching because Tino was sulking at having it ruined. But other than that, the bar was good and open for anyone who needed to drink away their sorrows, celebrate a new connection, or maybe do a little people watching.

Jane enjoyed the people watching part the most on nights like this.

Specials
You Make Me Blush
Some Like It Hot
Heart's Remedy

Enjoy yourselves, folks!

throughaphase

Caritas sort of looked like a Party City threw up, because Tino had offered to do the decorating. Of course there were balloons, streamers, glitter though it was hard to tell where it was supposed to have come from, confetti on the tables, and a butcher block banner up over the stage with "THREE MINUTE DATES" written in what was maybe paint? It sort of looked like puff paint but that had to be way too much work, right? Right?

A couple minutes before 8:00, Kitty took the stage with the zombies playing her on, and she shushed them to stop. "Hello and welcome to another Three Minute Dates!" she greeted them. "You know how this goes, unless you don't. Your names will be called into pairings every three minutes. You get together, you talk, the buzzer sounds, you go to your next table. If three minutes isn't enough time, maybe hang around a little, scope them out at the bar. And if you hate it, you just have to last five sets of three minutes, I believe in you."

She wasn't sorry if Tino signed any of you up. She was sorry for the letter banner he'd strung up over the bar reading "Have Good Banging," which was terrible English and odds were excellent that it did not stay up all night.

[OCD ~~coming!~~ is up, AHEM
Before the dates | Round One | Round Two | Round Three | Round Four | Round Five | OOC
After the dates bar

throughaphase

Tino was off today, and it was really quiet. But also it was really quiet.

Kitty was enjoying it. Look at her, getting work done and being all efficient. Look at her, actually being a little bored, something she would never admit.

[Open!]

theworst_verine

Did Logan know a god damn thing about working in a book store? No. Did he care to actually learn? Also no. But he was there at the shop at least! Which was probably the first step or something stupid like that.

You know. Like going to the gym. Just getting there.

There was the requisite flag of a country that gained independence from England (September 3rd) up that he certainly didn't have a hand in. But it was there and that was all that was important.

[open!]

fears_no_one

Flint had fallen down a bit of a rabbit hole of updated health books after helping Ms. Bennet find something a few weeks ago. The "books that Flint might be all right with parting with, perhaps" shelf was now filled with books that had felt like bullshit (and Flint would judge you if you picked up a Dr. Oz or Dr. Phil book on purpose).

He was in his usual reading chair with Quackery: A Brief History of the Worst Ways to Cure Everything, chuckling occasionally to himself and writing down notes in a leather-bound book. Should he ever find a way to return to his time, he'd have some knowledge to ~~yell~~ share with the ship's doctor.

The door was unlocked, the flag of Trinidad and Tobago was perched on the checkout desk to celebrate their upcoming independence from Great Britain, and the book shop was open!

somethingwithturquoise

Summer wasn't really sure when exactly this had happened, but, apparently, according to him, Tino had always been an aggressive Connect Four player, and he was leaning into it that evening hard by posting up a couple of the games and promising that, if anyone managed to beat him, they could have their drinks for free tonight.

She agreed to play one game with him, and she was pretty sure it was the most aggressive round of a game pretty much meant for children she had ever played without anything actually exploding. Tino did, in fact, win, and more easily than she would have liked to have admitted, and she might have gone for a rematch if he wasn't being so obnoxiously braggadocios about how swiftly and smartly he'd beaten her.

She almost warned him to chill, that it was just a game, but she could already tell that that could just end up in a lot of Connect Four boards being upended from the bar, and she did not want to deal with that.

Featured Cocktail
Earl Grey Blackberry Bourbon

Featured Jello
Long Island Iced Tea
Earl Grey Creme Brulee
Arnold Palmer

Caritas is open!

theworst_verine

Well, a man could only ride that whole found family high for so long before the the reality of staying with Wade Wilson and his seventy something, cocaine addicted roommate started to kick in. The itchy feeling of needing to move on was always there, even as he stubbornly refused to give in this time.

But Wilson was better at observing things than Logan really felt he ought to be or he was eager for a little privacy as he and his girl were circling around each other to figure out what they were now. Could have been a bit of both, honestly. And then meant a place of his own close enough to get dragged into whatever bullshit was happening around the little group he had if the need arose. (And for Laura to keep an eye on him too. Not that Logan would acknowledge that was a thing she needed to do.)

But the castle? Hadn't expected the castle.

"He better not have sent me to fucking EuroDisney."

[open!]

gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com

Logan was spending the afternoon collecting his stuff to get ready to head out. Granted, it took all of ten minutes to shove a couple changes of clothes into his duffel bag. He was planning on spending the rest of the afternoon finishing off the beer in the fridge before the X-Jet picked him up.

But the fridge was empty. "Stinson," he snarled. If anyone wanted to catch him before he left, he'd be here trying to bottle up his boozeless anger into something he could use in the future against a Skrull.

[OOC: No OCD, but the gym's open. This is Logan's last post in Fandom. He's off to bigger and more in-continuity things now.]

suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com

Barney was in the manager's office as usual today. The difference was he'd been up late the previous night and was taking a little nap at Wolverine's desk.

If anyone asked, he was practicing his yoga breathing and passed out from too much loser in his bloodstream.

[I so thought it was still Thursday for some reason.]

Current Mood: tired

gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com

Logan's office was crammed with all sorts of horrible, poisonous critters.

Granted, he'd spent a lot of time in Australia back when the X-Men were stationed here, so this wasn't exactly new to him. It was just a larger scale.

He grabbed a few bug bombs, walked into the office, and locked the door.

"Okay, bugs. I'm not letting you out there to attack any customers and you're not gonna be able to bite me to death. So this is how it's gonna be. I'm gonna open the window for five minutes. After that, I'm closing it and setting these things off. Anything still in this room after the fumigation's done is gonna get a personalized fumigation courtesy of of these." Logan popped his claws for emphasis. He then walked over to the window and opened it.

"Five minutes. Four fifty-five... Four fifty..."

gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com

After spending ALL YESTERDAY chasing a kangaroo, Wolverine didn't feel like doing exercise stuff today. Nope! Today was nap time in the gym! He had mats and pillows laid out in case anyone else needed a nap.

[OOC: No OCD. Feel free to come in and take a nap. But if you bug the lil' Wolvie, he might be cranky.]

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

It wasn't because he was tiny, that Roy wasn't going to stick to his duties. Lugging around a big book on alchemy which was almost too heavy for him, Roy took up his seat behind the counter. He did hope that something would happen, then he could chase around the bad guys and lock them up in a cell. He was sure everyone would be impressed by him then and maybe they'd give him candy.

Mmmmmm candy.

((Open.))

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

Robin was glad to be away from that stupid icky boy who talked like an old lady. Which was why she was celebrating by taking her puppies for a walk, and then finding the place with cookies!

She was so glad she had borrowed all that money out of that purse she'd found. It didn't look like her mommy's purse but it was in her apartment so it was okay and she'd give it back or something later. Anyway it meant that she could get a biiiiiig bunch of cookies and some cupcakes and other nummy things. And they even helped her take it to a little table, all for herself!

They even let her keep the puppies inside, and brought them some water.

Possibly because Robin had burst into tears when they told her to take them outside. Grownups were so easy.

[she will share! wee!Robin is...um, pretty much as nice as normal Robin is, but a lot more innocent! if that helps! also, yes, all six dogs are now tiny puppies too.]

Current Mood: weeeeeeee!

blinkandsneeze.livejournal.com

There did seem to be more children around than usual today, she thought while braiding her hair at the lobby desk. Viki wondered where they’d all been hiding before now because it was, really, very pleasing to see so many kids.

More kids meant that it had been peaceful for long enough that people had felt safe having them. Viki approved.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today’s Specials
Sugar Cookies

always-damp.livejournal.com

Toby wasn't in the best of moods today. He and Kevin had been broken up for like, forever and he was starting to get worried that it was never going to work out and his little heart was going to just stay broken.

Okay, so he thought about it for maybe a minute before he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and realized he was having a fantastic hair day and totally was going to get laid after work.

Or maybe during work, depending on who stopped in.

[sp for me as I pack, WOE]

my-tragic-past.livejournal.com

Kevin had found a broom last week, so he thought he would do some actual work today and sweep the gallery.

He got about as far as the reception desk before deciding to take a break and look at pretty pictures on the internet. The broom was quickly forgotten.

The exhibit floor really wasn't that dusty anyway.

Open!

joanna-stayton.livejournal.com

"This is mine as well," Joanna said, spreading her arms and spinning around in front of the entrance to the miniature golf course. "And those little cars over there, they're mine too. Everything is mine. If you want to touch anything, you have to ask me first, but I will let you get me a drink. I want kool aid, the red kind. And make sure it's sweet. If it's not really sweet, I'll spit in it and then make you drink it. Okay?"

"I don't want to play the butler anymore," little Andrew huffed.

"Don't be silly," Joanna replied. "You love being the butler."

And that was that.

( The course list )

Wonders was open for frolicking!

time-flyer-5.livejournal.com

Jen had woken up from some bizarrely vivid dream about living in Germany and being an auto mechanic who souped up cars for illegal street racing. The whole thing had been very bizarre, and the part where she'd been involved with one of the street racers whose day job happened to be with the police had really just kind of made her twitchy; the quizzical look on her face still hadn't worn off by the time she got to work.

How was Lucas doing these days, anyway? Would be nice to have a way to find out.

Today's Special
The Autobahn
French bread pizza with up to 5 toppings of your choice, arranged in lines

gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com

Wolverine was the best there was at what he did. And what he was doing today was hunting kangaroos. He'd been tracking this kangaroo since he left his hotel room, staying determined to get into its pouch and take a ride around the park.

This was his time. He dropped out of the tree he had been waiting in, aimed right at the pouch. At the last moment, though, the kangaroo jumped forward, leaving Wolverine to land on the ground. "Nuts. Come back here, you stupid kangaroo! I want a ride!"

And that's how kangaroo hunting officially became kangaroo chasing.

[OOC: Open for all of your Little Wolvie or parkly needs.

ETA: ~~My mom's dragging me to IKEA. WOLVERINE KANGAROO TIME IS ON HOLD.~~ WOLVERINE KANGAROO TIME IS ONCE AGAIN ON TILL THE BREAK OF DAWN.]

gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com

When Logan woke up this morning his pants weren't jeans, his flannel shirt was a poofy blouse-type thing, and his boots and belt looked like they belonged on his costume. But it all still fit, so that wasn't going to bother him.

When he got to the gym, he decided to skip the whole office thing and go straight to the sparring room to work on his swordwork. You know, just in case.

gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com

Logan wasn't thrilled when the parrot landed on his shoulder while he was working out. He'd made a few threats about being hungry and wanting something that tasted like chicken, but over time they worked something out.

Logan got to work on the punching bag in peace and the parrot had been taught how to growl. It was a win-win situation.

[OOC: Logan's not here in a management capacity today, just to work out so no OCD. The gym is still open for any gymly activities.]

gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com

Logan had trouble getting into the gym today. After a few seconds of struggling, he managed to force the door open, hearing the popping of several balloons. When he got in, he saw the problem: the gym was completely filled with balloons. Green balloons with faces drawn on them.

Could it be another part of the Skrull Invasion? Probably not. But Logan took care of balloons and Skrulls the same way: stabbing them with his claws.

Things were going to be going pop for a while.

[OOC: This post is brought to you by

notthehulk,

trickster_twin, and prescription painkillers. No normal gym services today. If you'd like to join in on balloon popping, though, there are plenty around to pop. Just don't damage any of the equipment or Logan might pretend you're a balloon.]

gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com

Logan walked into the gym a little late today. He had been on the phone talking to Cyclops. Apparently he was needed out west. The X-Men were going to be going public about their new home base soon and Logan had to approve his new costume.

New costume. Again. It felt like clockwork; every six months, the X-Men changed their costumes. Logan was sick of it. He was going to take a stand this time. He was going to demand annoyingly intricate gloves. That would show Summers.

[OOC: Open for any Logany or gymly needs. And, yes, Wolverine's new gloves are stupid. Not as stupid as the giant gold X on his chest, but still stupid.]

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---       NPC-owned
---       Completely NPC

In-Character Comms

School and Grounds
---       Fandom High School
---       Staff Lounge
---       TA Lounge
---       Student Dorms

Around the Island
---       Fandom Town
---       Fandom Clinic

Communications
---       Radio News Recaps
---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU

Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun

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Disclaimer

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

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