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Of course Pixie Dust had received a shipment of various costumes and accessories for Halloween last week, to appeal to a quality that the pop-up Spirit Halloween just couldn't achieve, and Luma was finding them all fascinating. Halloween, for her, was an interesting thing, less about candy and costumes and more about it being one of her grandmother's busiest months in soothing the superstitions of the townspeople of Winterport, of the smell of sage and smoke clinging to her clothes for cleansing rituals, of incense for fortune reading, of curiously peering around corners when people came knocking at the door and then being shooed away, giggling, by her aunt Margaret. She never even thought of dressing up until Rhys started going to school and told her about how there were parties where people dressed up, and he, grinning that roguish grin of his, explained how everyone couldn't get over how impressive his 'wolfman' costume was.

(In whispered tones, when he'd sneak into her bedroom, presumably away from Persephone's ears, because if she'd heard about him tempting fate like that, she'd yank him out of school so quickly....)

So while she was technically working today, Luma was spending most of her time dreamily sorting through some of the options and trying to think of what costume she might like to do. The choices were almost overwhelming, if she was honest, but she wasn't quite to the point of texting Eleanor to see if maybe they should plan to do something together.

Pixie Dust is open!

even_bigger_teeth

Luma was curled up in a comfortable chair, with a book in her hands and a pumpkin spice latte on the side table. She'd had one for the first time a few days ago, and found herself craving more, especially as the days began to cool down.

Despite that craving, however(my God, what did they put in them???), her was currently sitting there mostly untouched, her attention snagged by the pages of her book and the absolutely devastating story being laid out in those words. It had everything she loved: a dark and gloomy setting, a tragic heroine, a sense of dread and foreboding and hopelessness...so far very good. She hoped they didn't ruin it in the end by not having the terrible love interest meet a horrible end by its finale, though.

But she wouldn't know until she got there, and she was making swift progress toward finding out.

[[ open! Now that I've posted, wat h work explode 🙄 ]]

shapethecentury

Clearly it was unavoidably fall now, because while the weather wasn't exactly chilly, Parents Weekend had rolled around once more - and with it, picnic tables and name tags and great potential for surprise/confusion/joyful reunions among residents and guests alike.

There was also a banner in Fandom's colors floating above the tables, of course:

WELCOME TO PARENTS WEEKEND 2025!

Come meet your people! Or just to grab some free snacks.

[ooc: All apps approved!]

even_bigger_teeth

Luma was currently shifting through the stock of gloves that they had in the store, specifically trying to find a good pair of red leather ones without any fingers. Driving gloves, really, which she realized could be useful one day, especially as she now envisioned herself quite the stylish driver behind the wheel of some convertible, the wind blowing through her hair and the trail of a dynamic red scarf. Iconic, really.

But that was getting ahead of herself. First things first, she needed to find a pair of the gloves she was looking for, because she'd become mildly obsessed with a look she saw coming from Laquan Smith this year, and was desperate to recreate it for....well, she didn't quite know for what yet, but those gold nails immediately called to her and she needed them.

So, if anyone needed help, Luma might be a bit distracted, but she was certainly here.

Pixie Dust is open!

throughaphase

Were you tired of glitter yet? Because the banner above the stage reading "WELCOME TO THREE MINUTE DATES" was covered in it. Which meant the stage was covered in a fine mist of them. Which meant there was probably some of the tables. And the bar. Not the drinks, though, they kept up with standards.

And a few minutes before 8:00, Kitty took to the stage.

"Welcome again to Three Minute Dates!" she greeted them. "If you haven't done this before, the tiles are simple. Every three minutes, we'll read off pairs of names. You sit down with them, get to know them for three minutes, and when the gong bongs, you'll move on to your next march. After five dates, if you want to talk to anyone more, hang around and chat for a while. Ready? You've got a couple minutes to sign up, then we're gonna get going."

[OCD is up! Post dates bar post will go up in the morning!
Before the dates | Round One | Round Two | Round Three | Round Four | Round Five | OOC | Post dates bar]

even_bigger_teeth

Luma was, of course, working on redoing her nails after absolutely ruining them with a run through the woods as a wolf yesterday; she was, like the store itself, leaning into some autumnal colors, which inadvertently lead her nails to look like little candy corns. She wasn't entirely familiar with candy corn, she just thought the colors looked nice together, tilting her head as she held out her hand to observe her...well, handiwork.

And when one of the other employees asked for help unpacking a box of lightknit sweaters for one of the tables, she was so, so, so, so sad to inform them that she couldn't do anything for at least ten more minutes while the nail polish was drying.

And that's when the first glimmer of suspicion that Luma's obsessive nailpainting at work wasn't just vanity started to shine...

Pixie Dust is open!

even_bigger_teeth

So, what happened when a woman who could turn into a werewolf turned into a horse?

That was a good question, but Luma wouldn't have an answer to that, as she appeared to be completely unaffected by whatever was going on right now. It was still relatively unclear she had even noticed anything going on at all, in fact, or that she, like her sister before her, might have some sort of immunity.

(This immunity may be tied directly to the powerful nature of laziness and lack of time on the part of unseen forced, but who could really know for sure?)

She was just simply at work, as usual, and spending an inordinate amount of time trying to figure out what her thoughts on all these cowboy boots and snow gear that had arrived today were.

Pixie Dust is open!

afraid_of_marshmallows

Arden hadn't made a terribly big deal about it, but today was her twentieth birthday. Kind of a shock that she'd only been on the island and out from Callista's thumb - mostly - for only two years now.

Originally, she'd planned to have her party in Midnight, but after everything with Illyana the other day, it felt...rude, almost. To throw a party so close to where she was grieving. Maybe she was just being overcautious and weird? But since she could throw the same kind of party she'd been thinking about in town as easily as she could Midnight, she was going to just be overcautious and weird.

So, welcome to the Holoscene! It was currently configured to look like a cabana on a tropical beach, though the interior of the cabana was a karaoke setup. Again, things she could have had elsewhere, but this ocean wouldn't be whispering Come away, come away... in anybody's ears, and this karaoke setup didn't involve zombies, both of which seemed a perfectly valid reason to use a holodeck program to recreate them, okay?

There was, of course, a whole smorgasbord of (real) food off to one side, with real proper barbecue, along with party platters from Sushi Station, Taste of Thai, and El Burrito Loco, as well as a bunch of pizzas from Pizza Planet and a whole Build Your Own Waffle station, courtesy of Over Easy and there specifically because Gray would never have forgiven her if she hadn't included it. There were floats and kayaks and jetskis out by the water, but no sunscreen because who needed it with a fake sun?

And Arden was just chilling in a beach chair for now, in a bikini, enjoying the view of a glittering ocean in front of her, waiting for people to show up.

[Open! If you have ever, even one time, had a conversation with Arden, then you got an invite!]

even_bigger_teeth

If anyone asked, Luma would insist that her refusal to have anything to do with the boxes of sweaters that had arrived that morning was out of some stubborn refusal to admit that summer was almost over and they'd be moving into fall soon. As if not putting out the autumnal collections would somehow pause time and prevent it from marching forward.

This was, of course, not the reason at all. In fact, Luma found fall to be much more preferential. But the other members of the staff didn't know that.

Nor did they need to know that the real reason she refused to associate with the sweaters was that they were all red.

But she would be at the counter, painting her nails in summery jewel tones, if anyone needed her for anything else.

Pixie Dust is open!

even_bigger_teeth

There wasn't much going on at the store that day. No new shipments, everything was pretty neat and orderly, and so Luma was left wishing she'd brought with her a book or something. Thankfully, she now also had a phone, and so the majority of her shift was spent mindlessly scrolling through this and that, hoping to find entertainment or inspiration, but mostly just feeling like it was turning her brain to mush.

So she eventually just dropped her phone into a drawer to avoid the temptation and forced herself to go over to pick out a few new nail polishes and settled in to do her nails again. It was almost a ritual, at this point. And even though they weren't colors she would usually put together, she was oddly drawn to a combination of a pale pink (mauve, really), a pistachio green, and a dusky brown, which, oddly enough, left her kind of craving ice cream, and wondering if she should go get some after work and if she should go by herself or invite Eleanor to go with her.

Pixie Dust is open!

even_bigger_teeth

Even though the actual time of participating was brief, Luma had been thoroughly displeased with so much about yesterday's activity, enough so that it still left her in a sour mood into that morning. Thankfully, she had work to go to, which was a gratefulness not so much for the work itself, but more for what she worked with.

Because she would work through a new shipment of items and put them on the shelves and racks, and while she was doing that, pluck out the things that caught her own eye the most and make a small pile of pretty dresses and shirts and skirts and shoes to try on for a bit of fashion therapy. She knew she couldn't really afford to go too far overboard with some new clothes, but maybe if there was one or two pieces she really liked, she could just splurge a little. It was the least the universe could do to make up for leaving her practically a drowned dog yesterday.

(Forget the fact that she could swim just fine, and she had chosen to turn into a wolf for it).

Pixie Dust is open!

even_bigger_teeth

Luma had absolutely ruined her finger nail polish by attempting to make crochet easier by using her claws in class earlier, but obviously that was fine, because she could just redo them again here at work. It worked out even better, actually, because now she could pick out something to better match what she was planning on wearing to that party this weekend.

She wasn't sure she even knew the people holding it. One of them might have been in one of her classes? She'd figure it out later. First, she needed to figure out if she wanted to do solid colors, something matte or shiny, something glittery, or maybe some nice French ti--

--no. On second thought, absolutely no French anything, if she could help it.

Pixie Dust is open!

even_bigger_teeth

Luma had brought some extra snacks from class with her to work that day, which meant not doing much work once she got there because she wouldn't want to get dirty snacky fingers on any of the nice clothes! So it was a good excuse to just sort of laze about behind the counter, idly flipping through fashion magazines instead.

Not that she ever needed an excuse to do that, but it was good to have it there just in case anyone got all up in a tiff about it.

Pixie Dust is open!

even_bigger_teeth

It had been a lot to deal with having to completely restock the store of the last week or two since that vicious raccoon raid destroyed so much of it, but Luma realized that there was an excellent opportunity here for her to be in charge, especially with Boc now presumably gone back to where he came from, to set up the store the way she might like it to be.

Of course, of course, the other employees would get a say, too, it wasn't like she was the boss or anything. But she was a bit boss-y (as she should be! She was, really, an alpha now), and if no one else was going to contend with her or fight for dominance, then she would just go ahead and proceed.

She was having a lot of fun with it, too, considering what should go where, rearranging, reorganizing, changing her mind, and setting up a display in the window, but there was a part of her who kind of did wish someone would challenge her. Because while this was fun, that would be exciting.

Pixie Dust is open!

even_bigger_teeth

If it weren't so dang hot out, Luma might have been inclined to go on a nice run today. She was feeling pretty restless, though, and unwilling to just stay inside, so she figured it would be a good idea to grab some new book she'd picked up recently that sounded promising and head to the Perk for one of those yummy blended coffee drinks, and a cinnamon roll, too.

Oooh, or perhaps one of those berry tarts!

No, no. The cinnamon roll.

But those tarts...

...clearly, she was getting both. She could practically burn it all off just by transforming a few times, anyway, really...

[[ and open, of course! ]]

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 ]]

even_bigger_teeth

Luma came into work that day expecting the usual quiet day bordering on boredom, where she spent just as much time shopping and browsing for herself as the customers themselves did, but what she found instead made her stop as soon as she walked through the door to stare in astonishment.

The store wasn't completely empty, but just about, with vacant shelves and lonely hangers dangling on the racks.

"What happened?" she asked, but the evidence of half the answer was scattered about everywhere, shredded and torn clothes as the result of an unexpected raccoon attack.

The rest of it? Sent back due to a safety recall. Which Luma didn't really understand, but she sighed and got ready to spend her shift bored in a different way, with cleaning up and with no clothes to actually sell.

They still had a ton of shoes and accessories, though, at least?

Pixie Dust is open!

carbsliftthespirit

Hey, guess what, Fandom? There was a new restaurant in town!

No, not the Waffle House, although hopefully it would come around again soon. Raiden would never regret the competition.

This was Over Easy, a breakfast and brunch spot where Goodvalor's Little Bivoli used to be, open from 7-3 seven days a week and offering all your breakfast and brunch favorites (plus bottomless brunch cocktails on the weekends)! And today there was a giant OPEN NOW sign out front, plus balloons, while inside a jazz band had been hired to make their grand opening celebration a jazz brunch.

And Raiden was here, too, of course, giving last minute instructions and worrying, "Do we have enough eggs? I know how many eggs we have. I know it's a lot of eggs. But is it enough?"

Specials
Crab Cake Benedict
Bananas Foster French Toast
Cheesecake Stuffed Waffles with Berry Syrup

For the first time, Over Easy was open, and a discreet sign in the window proclaimed Now Hiring!

even_bigger_teeth

Luma's search of the island for a Boc-scented tree had turned up futile, which made her equal parts frustrated and sad, especially since, when she told Eleanor, her sister was just sort of apathetic about ot all, saying that sometimes around here, people just did that, leaving unexpectedly. She'd had it happen before, with classmates, roommates, friends...

But Luma had never dealt with loss well. She'd always had so little, and yet still had lost so much. Arthur, Rhys, her father, grandparents, even Eleanor (especially Eleanor)...so while she and Boc hadn't been all that really close, it still felt like a deep cut, leaving her feeling....anxious. And angry. Inconsolable. All sorts of things she never really learned how to handle well.

The forlorn howling late a night from the woods, then, could be traced back to her, and she'd slept in late,only to drag herself out for at least one modern thing the island had to offer her to make her feel a little bit better, even if momentarily: a big blended mocha frappicinno from the Perk, and a big sticky cinnamon roll to go along with it.

It was only helping marginally, but it would just have to do, for now.

[[ open, of course! ]]

even_bigger_teeth

"No Boc today?"

Luma frowned a little when she came in to work that day; she was used to catching the little demi-human in the morning, before he scampered off to his Breakfast class, but since they were between classes, she was sort of looking forward to getting to spend a little more time with him. Yes, sure, she teased him an awful lot because he was just so skittish and frightened of nearly everything, but she liked him, and they could talk about embroidery and sewing and things like that and she found where he was from, based on what he'd shared with her, fascinating. And it was just nice, really, to have someone so clearly not entirely human, like herself, to just exist with.

So she was disappointed that he'd already apparently gone out, but then the other clerk mentioned that they hadn't actually seen him all week. When the concern deepened on her face, though, they reassured her that he'd probably just turned into a tree in the woods again.

Apparently, that was a thing he just did sometimes??

But Luma was still suspicious and worried, so she supposed she was going to be spending some time later to see if she could sniff out a Boc-scented tree. Would he smell different? She supposed she'd find out, but, as it were, even if she did work well enough while she was there today, she was distracted most of the time.

Pixie Dust is open!

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! ]]

even_bigger_teeth

Things were usually pretty quiet at the store when Luma got there for her Thursday shift, which suited her just fine, because she had to repaint her nails after ruining them on Tuesday to use her claws to make beading jewelry easier. So she took care of a few things here and there, mostly just folding a few shirts that had gotten themselves into a disarray on a table and putting a few things up on higher shelves that Boc had trouble reaching, but then she used organizing the nail polish shelves as an excuse to scan through the colors and pick a few out.

And, once that was taken care of, she went back to the counter, set up her phone so she could watch it as she worked, and put on a tutorial video about how to do a colorful style on her nails that she refused to call a French manicure, because...well...

Don't make her go into it. Either way, she had to admit, having a sister already accomplished in the modern world did have its benefits, indeed, so that Eleanor could actually show her all about YouTube and fashion tutorials.

Pixie Dust is open!

even_bigger_teeth

Sure, she may have had a whole class about it beforehand, but the real ethical dilemma for Luma landed when she arrived at work later that morning, when she saw the new jelly shoes on display, and felt the urge to refuse that they were even remotely fashion and were actually much better suited as simply chew toys.

Although, to be fair, that urge was present with most shoes, if she was entirely honest, especially when she was a wolf, but these shoes seemed to lean particularly egregiously in that direction.

She did end up a little curious, though, and found a few in pretty enough pastel colors to warrant at least trying them on to see if maybe she was just missing something. And at least they were marginally better than those horrid Crocs that Boc kept all but buried toward the back of the store...

Pixie Dust is open!

even_bigger_teeth

Luma didn't have her class this week, so she used the extra time before work to experiment a little with a new hairstyle and some make-up, and, so, naturally, since she was already here, she might as well look around for a nice new dress to compliment it.

One could even argue that it was working, too! How could she be expected to help her customers if she wasn't well versed with some of the product they sold? And she could vouch for the fitting rooms being very spacious with flattering lighting, too!

Pixie Dust is open!

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Entries tagged with luma zarrin

Pixie Dust; Thursday [10/30].

The Perk; Late Sunday Afternoon [10/12].

Parents Weekend Meet & Greet, Friday

Pixie Dust; Thursday [09/25].

Three Minute Dates- Caritas- Saturday before 8:15 pm

Pixie Dust; Thursday [09/11].

Pixie Dust; Thursday [09/04].

The Holoscene, Friday Afternoon into the Evening

Pixie Dust; Thursday [08/28].

Pixie Dust; Thursday [08/21].

Pixie Dust; Thursday [08/14].

Pixie Dust; Thursday [08/07].

Pixie Dust; Thursday [07/31].

Pixie Dust; Thursday [07/24].

The Perk; Sunday Afternoon [07/20].

FIRE (KRAKEN) DRILL!!!, LOON DRIVE, FRIDAY NIGHT

Pixie Dust; Thursday [07/10].

Over Easy, Sunday

The Perk;.Saturday Afternoon [07/05].

Pixie Dust; Thursday [07/03].

The Beach; Friday Evening [06/20] - Summer's Summer Beach Birthday Bash!

Pixie Dust; Thursday [06/19].

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Pixie Dust; Thursday [06/05].

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