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So, like, you know how printers were the absolute worst piece of technology to exist, categorically?

Imagine if you were from the 80s. And you kind of thought, at first, that you might be looking at the pieces of a word processor (finally!) or a very cool robot to handle your mail, and instead you were faced with a modern printer.

Such was Nancy's dilemma today. But she could follow a manual as well as anyone, right?

"Are...are you the cartridge?" she wondered, picking up a tube of light blue and then frowning as she put it down. "No, wait, you're just a cartridge -- oh, and you got all over my hand, great."

[open and I'm giving myself printer flashbacks oh no]

no_culdesac

"I don't think you understand what we do here," Nancy told the irritated man on the phone for the third time.

She listened patiently again, and then blew out a breath of frustration, because even she only had so much patience.

"No, look, sir," she sighed, looking down at the notes she'd already taken during the first ten minutes of this call. "I understand you've lost your keys. I understand you had them on the thirty-first, and then something strange happened and now you can't find them. I understand they're not in any of the usual spots. But what I don't think you understand is that I'm not going to help you find your keys that you misplaced at a party on New Year's effing Eve, sir, because you were probably wasted. Have you checked, like, your refrigerator?"

A moment later, Nancy's brows shot up.

"Oh. Okay, cool, wow, that was a long shot. Um, you're welcome, sir. Happy new year."

Anyway, the Ass. was in.

no_culdesac

Nancy had found -- perhaps disastrously -- a fingerprinting kit, in one of her desk drawers. And while she did not see a lot of need for fingerprinting someone here in a town where she wasn't 100% most people had, like, a social security number -- she did think it was probably a useful skill for her job, in general?

So now she had ten blackened fingertips, and within a few minutes, the miniature horse in the office with her had also been printed. (Hoofed? Look, it was good practice.)

[open!]

somethingwithturquoise

Blame it on the horses. Blame it on her class earlier that day. But Summer was spending an awful lot of time musing over how convenient a Tino-specific shrink ray might be, almost to the point where she was contemplating texting her ex to see if he might be able to hook her up with something like that.

It wasn't even as if he was doing anything particular terrible or annoying that evening, either. She was just...thinking it. But...really....could anyone blame her?

Featured Cocktail
Pomegranate Sparkler

Featured Jello
Red Velvet Cupcake
Orange Gingerbread
Candy Cane Martini
Gravy

Caritas is open!

no_culdesac

Halloween had come and went, and while Nancy had always been a fan, this year it kind of made her a little wistful. Not because Halloween was Halloween, of course, but because it had been just a little bit before Christmas when she'd shown up here last year, and -- look, it just made her think, in a way she had decided months and months ago was not productive.

So, today, rather than let herself become sad at work, Nancy was instead playing a little.........dangerously. She'd gotten some tinsel, and a teeny little tree, and used those items to decorate her desk. Just hers! Just her own little workspace, because call her crazy, but Detective Diaz did not seem like someone who liked tinsel.

But that being said, they just didn't have that much to do around here, and thus Nancy was also leaving behind a handmade snowflake chain lightly hung across a pair of filing cabinets. Maybe this was a special skill, technically, okay?

[open!]

shireisburning

Eddie didn't typically work on Wednesdays but he did typically take an edible and walk around the island fairly often. But no matter how strong that gummy you took was, you were going to notice when your place of employment (that you owned somehow?) had changed names.

He placed his hands on the glass door and peeked in. To his horror there were children running around, divorced dads following them around tiredly instead of bowling against the other divorced dads. There were tickets being spewed out of arcade games and the prizes looked to be sponsored by Peppa Pig and Bluey.

And then he heard the dulcet tones of pop music being pumped through the speakers.

That was when Eddie screamed.

The man had taken over his precious bowling alley/arcade!

[open]

no_culdesac

Shit was getting weird in town in a way Nancy -- well, she didn't exactly recognize a lot of these places (except, of course, Waffle House), but the vibe of all of this was inescapable and not like, totally unfamiliar.

"Okay," she said to the woman on the phone, pen poised. "I'm ready. Where did you last see your little boy."

Pause, scribble scribble.

"Do you remember which coffee shop?"

A bit more rambling on the other end of the phone, and Nancy covered the receiver so she could let out a little sigh, before returning to her notes. "You think it was one of the Starbucks, but you can't be sure. Okay. No problem, ma'am; I'm writing it down."

[open!]

no_culdesac

With everyone headed off on a trip next week (side note: maybe holding out for Emerson was...a waste of time, at the moment? Also pretty sure Emerson didn't do school trips like this?), Nancy was pretty sure things were going to be even quieter around here. But that was fine. Who even, like, wanted to go to New Zealand, anyway? What did they even have there?

Over the next couple hours, though, Nancy got bored enough to ask Google about that, and that's how someone who had a peripheral at best relationship with fantasy as a genre sort of back-doored her way into learning about why a lot of people went to New Zealand.

"They built a whole little town for these hairy feet guys?" Did Eddie know about this? (Eddie probably knew about this.) But moreover, reading about all of this made her miss her brother in a way that just hadn't hit Nancy in a while. He would have been, like, so into these movies. Mike and Will and Dustin would probably straight-up make a pilgrimmage to this place. Maybe they already had, actually, in some universe where they were all in their forties?

Weird to think about. Back to looking at that set with the circular doors.

[open with the same mild SP as Irene's post!]

somethingwithturquoise

"Pfft, pllah, pffft!"

Summer, shaking her head, tried to desperately brush the threads of spiderwebs off her face and off of her trays of jello shots as she came in and discovered the hard way that Tino did not, in fact, take Kitty's criticism about putting spiderwebs over the doorways to heart.

"Like," she said, "the back room, I understand, but the main door, Tino? How are people supposed to come in?"

Which was where he pointed out that, based on the numbers she'd been pulling these last few weeks, he didn't think that would be a problem.

"Wow, okay, harsh."

But, like, okay, true, but she wasn't going to let him have that one. She was just going to send him into the stock room to look for something she knew they didn't have, which would give her enough time to cover the door with spider webs to see how he liked it.

Which was why Tino, who apparently was into it, was now wearing spiderwebs the whole night.

Featured Cocktail
Spicy Pomegranate Ginger Paloma

Featured Jello Shots
Bushwacker
Pumpkin Patch
Cherry Blackcurrant*
California Prune Cream

Caritas is open!

no_culdesac

Nancy usually spent her days filing (creatively), learning about Google (learning), or, occasionally, doing some actual administration work in an actual case.

She was not used to getting deliveries.

And yet, here it was, a giant cardboard box that arrived mid-morning. And for awhile, she was just gonna leave it, but...well. It was a long shift to just sit there wondering, you know?

Should she have been...surprised, maybe, to discover that the box was filled with disguises? Maybe. But in theory, these could be considered investigative tools, right? Like, if you were following someone really stupid?

She set a pair on Arthur's desk and one on Rosa's, all the same, before shoving the rest of the box to the back.

[open!]

no_culdesac

The wonders of the modern world continued to impress Nancy.

Today, when she arrived to a stack of filing to be done, she also quickly found a little device that looked sort of like an adding machine, but she shortly discovered printed off little labels.

And while label makers totally existed in the 80s, they weren't like this, and it only took a little bit of experimentation with fonts and sizes before Nancy had landed on a few that she liked.

So, while files might be alphabetized -- well, hopefully no one here was too attached to their labels' fonts being serifed. Or uniform in size or color. Some might be in calligraphy, who could say.

no_culdesac

When Nancy got in today, she found one of the printers just...going. A quick investigation revealed that a document that had been left to print was, for some reason, printing one letter at a time, and had been for the majority of the night.

And given that Nancy had, weirdly enough, not picked up on a lot of nuances of like, printer repair since she'd been in the present, she did the most logical thing: she unplugged it.

Which was fine, and all, except it would probably just resume printing again once someone plugged it back in, and more importantly, Nancy had decided that the solution of 'what do I do with all this barely-used paper?' was to put it back in the tray to print on the other side. No one would notice a random Q on the back of their missing person report or whatever, right?

[open, and brought to you by how I -- and we all should -- hate printers.]

no_culdesac

In the continuing grand tradition of using her time at work productively -- after a fashion -- Nancy was back on the ol' internet today, in search of ways to try to save her perm from inflating itself further. She was finding she was having way more trouble maintaining it in Maryland's humidity, versus Indiana's -- like, she'd gotten this perm in the summer, you'd think it would be fine.

But mostly what she was finding was that information on the ol' internet regarding perming one' hair, here in the year of our lord 2023, seemed to be pretty sparse. And like, Nancy had kind of noticed no one else in Fandom had hair like hers, sure, but like...she hadn't realized it was so out of fashion she'd have to make do with scanned-in features from a 1987 Elle magazine.

(Wait until she finally noticed what was happening to print media, right?)

[open with the same mild SP warning as Irene's post!]

no_culdesac

It wasn't like Nancy never dreamed about Barb. Between the guilt, and the suddenness, and then...finding her, in the Upside Down -- Barb made a pretty frequent visitor to Nancy's nightmares, when she had them.

But this hadn't been like that. It had been like having her back, and when Nancy had woken this morning, she'd almost been lulled into a sense of feeling like she might get off work today and end up on the phone with Barb for several hours this evening, like they used to do.

But that was silly, of course. As was the overwhelming feeling that she needed to get out to the woods to touch a...rock? Um, she had not really ventured out into the woods yet, and she wasn't going to start now because of a dream, thank you.

But she was going to rack up a weird search history on her work computer that would ultimately lead her to mood rings, so that was something.

[open!]

no_culdesac

This weekend had been unlike anything Nancy had ever seen -- like, at all, let alone back in Hawkins, holy hell -- and while she'd been a bit prepared for it given her various Google searches, it also had been different from what she'd expected. (More popcorn and stuff, you know?)

This week, however, found her right back to work researching modern stuff that wouldn't attract so much search history attention, probably, because she was curious what was new about the Fourth of July in 2023.

But rabbit holes being what they are, a little story on what to drink with your backyard barbecue led her to the Bud Light boycott, and the decision that that was all she and Eddie would be drinking for the foreseeable future at home, thank you.

[same warning as on Irene's post!]

heroic_jawline

Steve had let Tony do the decorating for the party tonight, so there was no chance at all that anyone walking through town wouldn't see that there was a party at the renovated Stark…Mini Tower? Tallish Building?

There was a red carpet (because that's what all of the galas Tony and Steve were invited to had) on the sidewalk outside that led to the open glass doors, through the renovated shop area (with a sign pointing out that the new second floor maker space would be available to anyone in the mood to invent whose name wasn't Beaker), and to the elevator that would take them to the third floor ballroom.

Because, much to Steve's chagrin, they had a ballroom that took up almost an entire floor. Enormous windows filled the room with light from outside and offered a pretty view of the castle. The walls were decorated with enlarged, professionally matted and framed drawings of the Avengers that kids had sent to them over the years (and a Jackson Pollock Tony was trying to pass off as a picture of Wanda and Scott made by a small child. Steve was letting him get away with it).

There was a stage across from the windows with space for Steph's DJ equipment (and also room for the small-ish non-zombie orchestra for when Steph took breaks. The stage had looked much smaller on the blueprints when Steve had approved them.) and the dance floor was spread out before it. A Chihuly glass sculpture hung over it in Iron Man colors of gold and red. (Tony was Tony.)

Silent waitstaff were passing ~~moddable~~ high-end appetizers, but because Steve could spend his entire night eating passed appetizers and still be hungry, there was more substantial food just off to the side of the dance floor.

The room--and the couple welcoming you--was a mixture of the practical, the beautiful, and the casual misunderstanding of just what things cost. Welcome to the new Stark…Towerlet? Was that a thing? Steve and Tony were so glad you came.

no_culdesac

Nancy had already used her phone much earlier in the week to figure out why everyone was suddenly so proud of rainbows, but today she was spending her valuable work time -- the time that wasn't spent filing, or answering the phone to what always seemed like crank callers -- to research the origins of this whole thing, and make sure she didn't say something stupid and out of touch if anyone asked her about it.

The biggest thing she learned, right away, was that the internet was a big place, and unafraid to show you pictures, and so you had to be careful and specific with what you asked.

(Nancy was probably also going to be due a lesson in search histories.)

The Ass. was in!

no_culdesac

"What in the...."

Nancy didn't even know how to finish that sentence, considering that she came in to find...a net? A tiny little net, woven, on one of the desks? A bitty little net for like...a fish? For playing mermaid with your dolls?

(It was knitted twine, but like Nancy knew that?)

This was gonna bug her all day, honestly, because now she felt like she probably needed to do something with it, but what, and Google was zero help. (Though she did learn that tiny net? was a special tool in some old video game or something. Hooray for useless knowledge.)

[open but slow here too!]

no_culdesac

Nancy, still riding high on the thrill of having actually been useful last week (which helpfully dampened the pang of how she wanted to be useful back home for just a little while), was eager for the trend to continue at work this week, too.

Which was why she fell for a phone call she shouldn't have, and spent a good twenty minutes taking down a report on a rabid bird of some sort before finally sussing out that this guy actually just had a problem with his neighbor's parrot and wanted her to do something about it.

"Teach it funny things to say through the wall, I guess," she advised before hanging up.

[ooooooopen!]

needsacatchphrase

One upside to whatever weird thing that was going on was that a real solid hit took the animal monsters down and changed them back to human so far. And Jane was nothing if not capable of a real solid hit.

"C'mon! Let's go!"

And yes, she was definitely enjoying this more than someone should.

[open for all the fighting!]

no_culdesac

Nancy had not, actually, been visited by any kids this weekend. When she'd heard about it, a little piece of her wondered whether she'd done something wrong, and why hadn't she gotten a whole bunch of little kidlets? It wasn't like she wasn't good with kids, and Steve had said that whole thing about taking a whole passle of Harringtons on a trip someday, and –

You know, now that she was thinking like that…maybe that was why she hadn't had any kids this weekend. The idea of children with Steve (and the guilty idea that followed, that she had jumped to that before kids with Jonathan) sent a sad little twinge through her chest that kept her concentrating on her actual work for most of the day, just so she didn't have to think about it more.

[open!]

somethingwithturquoise

Apparently, not all the chocolate milk that had made an appearance on Saturday had been booze-turned-kid-friendly, but, in fact, had been brought in by Tino himself, because that was apparently his new thing. Just...keeping a gallon of chocolate milk on hand, and occasionally taking big old swigs of it like he was gym bro with water, only it wasn't water, it was chocolate milk.

"I swear to god," said Summer, "I can hear it just sloshing around in your stomach, dude. How do you even live like this?"

To which, of course, he just shrugged, took another big swig straight from the gallon, and went back to cleaning glasses.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Peanut Butter & Jelly
Martini Lollipops
Banana Cream Pie
Strawberry Peach*
Tomato Garlic

Caritas is open!

no_culdesac

You know what? You know what?

Nancy wasn't even worried about getting in trouble. After the third stupid phone call -- no, she did not know the movie times -- she was letting it ring.

There was an answering machine, right?

The pretty incessant ringing was...not the best, but maybe it was better than talking to people? Maybe?

[open!]

no_culdesac

Nancy, who was a diligent listener of the radio -- kind of a basic tenet of being an investigator of anything: follow the local media -- was pretty prepared when she stepped into work this morning. And 'prepared' in this case meant 'peeking into the room with a rifle on her hip, because there was apparently a panther in here.'

And, indeed, there was a panther, though Nancy kind of immediately realized she didn't need to worry -- that panther was practically exuding...Rosa-ness. It even almost seemed to, like, raise an eyebrow at the rifle.

Cool. Okay. The people-into-animals thing was totally a thing here, she got to hang out with a panther today, and she didn't actually need this gun she'd made a point of buying. Which was a nice change of pace, actually!

So, Nancy was going to be spending her day researching this particular Fandom phenomenon, and thinking about what kind of animal she might turn into. (And maybe daydreaming a little about taking that new gun of hers to the range after work.)

[open!]

no_culdesac

Nancy had been an employee of the twenty-first century for a few months now, and while she had dabbled a bit in the office workers' universal favorite pastime, she hadn't really fully embraced it yet like she did today.

Nancy was shopping online. Or, really, Nancy was watching an eBay auction with a hawk-like closeness. Sure, she could probably find another one, but the starting bid was actually affordable -- and just like even being near dice last week had made her feel closer to Mike, looking at the box for this toy made Nancy feel like her sister was just around the corner again.

She wasn't, of course, and maybe this would make it worse. But it felt like a way to try to hold onto them.

[open!]

drumsticksandd20s

A while ago Steph had backed a 5e module on Kickstarter that she was super excited about. It wouldn't be out for a fair bit yet, but when the creators had sent out an invitation for backers to help playtest the module, of course she'd jumped at the chance.

So if anyone needed her today, she'd likely be poring eagerly over the freshly-downloaded playtest materials for a good portion of the day.

Hopefully she wouldn't give in to the vague temptation to run a test session for the gremlins.

[OOC: Open, with that usual work SP caveat.]

no_culdesac

"All right, I've got a pen," Nancy told the woman on the other end of the line, with said pen poised above her notepad so she could write down the information she was being given. "So -- what are we investigating?"

Nancy took down what was verbalized to her in careful, quick short hand, before pausing and actually turning to look at the phone in disbelief.

"You want me to find out who took the cookies from your cookie jar?"

A pause.

"No, I understand it wasn't you. I wasn't going to suggest it was. That wouldn't make sense."

It couldn't be the woman calling, of course. But then who?

[idk, open]

somethingwithturquoise

Summer squinted at the stage a little when she came in, where the zombies still looked like they were dressed up for Purim, and she really couldn't really tell if they'd just forgotten to take off their costumes, if they'd decided they just really liked dressing that way, or (and this was her strongest guess, really) certain aspects of the costumes were actually, like, load-bearing and were helping to keep them together.

Whatever the answer was, she did not particularly care to find out.

But she did also bring in a case of Spaghetti-Os that were totally up for grabs if anyone wanted any.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Raspberry Champagne
Apple Pie a la Mode
Moscow Mule*
Sphaghetti-Os

Caritas is open!

shireisburning

One of the teens had their hand caught in one of the skeeball holes. Eddie didn't want to call the hot firefighters for something so stupid so instead he sent some of the other teens with butter from the popcorn machine to try to lube him out.

Even if it didn't work, the place smelled delicious.

Song of the day
Depeche Mode - Never Let Me Down Again
Free drink whenever the song plays!

no_culdesac

"'Do not take calls from the Bee Lady'?"

Nancy had several questions -- like, to start with, why the B and L were capitalized (like, obviously this woman was somehow known by her association with bees, sure, but...was it because she kept bees? Avoided bees? Called about bees?

...was a bee?)

But also, more importantly, how the hell was she supposed to know who was on the phone before they identified themselves? Which led Nancy to an internet search, which led her to the discovery of Caller ID, and the eventual realization she'd gone way too long without actually getting one of these cell phone things. (Like, Eddie had one, even if it mostly seemed to be for music.) And while getting something like that would be a real acquiescence to her being stuck here -- if you couldn't beat 'em, join 'em, right?

In the meantime, though, she was very wary of the office phone, to the point that she actually let everything go to voicemail. (It wasn't like the Caller ID was going to come up 'BEE LADY,' anyway! Right?)

somethingwithturquoise

Soooooo, apparently, going to her Baked Baking class actually baked and saying yes to consuming literally every suggestion Stark had made for her milkshakes was a terrible idea that Summer was paying the consequences for that day! But it was fine. In fact, she was pretty sure making terrible decisions was all a part of the post-break-up recovery process, although, she had to admit, this one was hitting way different than all of her previous break-up experience. Who knew, that getting over a month-long fling or an on-and-off again high school boyfriend was not at all the same as saying goodbye to nearly two-and-a-half years (good god) of someone who actually was pretty much perfect for you?

(Except, you know, the whole priorities thing).

Either way, she'd done the copious amounts of alcohol thing. She'd done the getting blazed out of her mind thing. She hadn't done the blowing up asteroids thing yet because there were emotions tied to her blaster cannons, so she figured the next step was clearly the messy, ill-advised hook-up. She was definitely starting to reconsider her previous decision that access to her cell phone ranked way higher than a Hargreeves hookup, and she started to realize that you know who she hadn't heard from in ages? Ethan. What ever happened to Ethan? Tricia would probably kno---oooh, Tricia Lange, actually, now that was an--ew. Eww, wait, no, Tricia thought Summer's dad was hot and slept with Shunsui at one of her birthday parties. Those tits, though....

It was when Summer started to wonder if it would be very difficult to track down wherever Hemorrhage had wound up that she realized this was a terrible idea and even she had limits, and, really, she should just reactivate her Tinder and go from there.

And that wasn't helping, either, as she swiped through with a sigh in the moment before people started filing into the bar, because, honestly? All she wanted right now was a dude with an insane jawline, absolutely no fashion sense, and whose ears turned red in the cutest way possible whenever she started to get even remotely weird with it...(which was...often).

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Strawberry Margarita*
Lemon Drop
Cherry Fireball

Caritas is open!

shireisburning

It was just one weird thing after another lately, wasn't it? Eddie had gotten up with an entirely new body, though the hair and the resting bitch face stayed the same. His roommate had also changed, which made the freak out a little less dramatic than it could have been. So long as it wasn't just him then it was okay. That pointed to things not being permanent.

His clothes still mostly fit (thank you, tight 80's jeans), and he let Nancy do his make up (because apparently he couldn't go out without it), and headed to the Perk to get coffee and enjoy his first morning in a week where he didn't wake up all sweaty and needy.

Just ignore him copping a feel on himself occasionally. Boobs were new, and a lot more annoying than he imagined they would be. He should have borrowed that bra from Nancy.

[Open ofc]

no_culdesac

Look, it didn't matter how cool you and your roommate had decided to be about giving in and hooking up because of some kind of aphrodisiac pollen -- Nancy kind of had to come up for air eventually. And apparently 'air' meant coffee today, since she'd slipped out with her diary and a ton of good intent as far as going to the Perk, writing out her feelings about the last couple of days, and figuring out how badly she'd screwed up.

(She did not really feel like she'd screwed much up that wasn't already pretty broken before she'd even gotten here, but that was where she figured writing out her feelings might help her.)

But, good intentions or no, Nancy was not ready for how cute the barista was. Or how the frappuccino she'd ordered -- because it was still the only modern coffee drink Nancy knew -- involved whipped cream, and how that kind of just made her think, a little (and that made her feel a little like a pervert, honestly.) Or how much fun it would be to sit in the corner with her drink, making eyes over at that cute barista while she drank from a straw.

Oh, right. Writing about her inevitable breakup and sex with her roommate. She had homework here.

Super, super distracted journaling homework that might have to wait for next week or something.

[totally open!]

no_culdesac

Nancy was in the office today when something exciting happened! Or, at least, something she knew how to handle: the phone rang.

Of course, given Nancy's luck, it wasn't anything real.

"Okay, I've got a pen," she promised the person on the other end. "What was it you wanted us to investigate?"

She wrote the dictated direction down carefully, all the way on the last word before it caught up to her. "Is -- my -- refrigerator -- run....oh, come on. That was an old joke in 1986!"

Nancy hung up the phone with a roll of her eyes and an irritated huff.

...and then went to investigate the fridge, a few minutes later. Around here, she figured she couldn't be too careful.

[open!!]

shireisburning

Eddie, naturally, wasn't into Valentine's Day since it was all corporate and a way to sell cards, etc, etc. But he wasn't going to give the teens shit for decorating for the occasion. In fact, he was helping create construction paper hearts to hang up. His hearts were anatomically correct but still.

Song of the Day
Queen - Fat Bottom Girls
Free drink whenever the song plays!

[Open, naturally]

no_culdesac

"A gorilla suit?"

Yeah, Nancy had chanced upon a few notes about yesterday's escapade, and for a moment, was stunned enough to just digest them as she read through.

And then she spent the better part of twenty minutes writing out a little diatribe about how she might be young but she wasn't stupid, and she wouldn't be hazed, and this was pathetic --

...and then balled it up, threw it in the trash, and with a sigh, started looking back over whatever had happened with the damn gorilla suit.

It was probably true. Why wouldn't that one be true just because it was...silly?

Nancy was kind of still getting used to silly. Slimy, sticky -- she had those on lock. But silly was taking some time to trust.

[probable SP here too!]

pocketpretzels

So right in the middle of the Trooper Station floor was a pile of... well, junk. Watts could pick out several watermelons, a couple broken office chairs, any number of what looked like children's toys, and perhaps most noticeable, on the very top of the pile was an unconscious raccoon.

"What," he said slowly, "is all this?"

"Recycling Amnesty Day," Ralph replied.

"Recycling What Day?"

"Recycling Amnesty Day. It's when people get a free pass to bring in things to be recycled that they normally wouldn't be able to."

"First off, that entire idea is preposterous, things one can't recycle is what's referred to as trash." Look, he'd been here long enough to have a reasonable idea regarding what sort of things were meant for recycling and what weren't. "Second, that is a living creature," he gestured at the raccoon. "You can't recycle woodland animals. That's not how the program works at all." A deep breath. "And third: why is it here, when we have an actual junkyard in town?"

no_culdesac

There was work at the office today! A case! Maybe even multiple cases!!

Like Arthur, Nancy was not excited by the prospect of missing persons so much as just glad to have something to keep her hands busy. She took care of what little filing and mail there was to sort through before eagerly looking to see what the other two had already gotten into earlier in the week. (The other two. You know. Her peers and coworkers! She was the same as those two competent adults!!)

(Honestly, Nancy didn't really feel like she was deluding herself there, either? This wasn't like working at the Post. No one treated her like an idiot here.)

In any case, her little notepad was rapidly filling up with neatly-written shorthand, and she was debating whether she wanted to ask Eddie to tag along when she tried to hit the pavement on the mainland later to follow some of these leads.

[open!]

no_culdesac

Nancy had been here for a few weeks now, and for the most part, she kind of felt like she was settling in to 2023? As settled as you could be about accidentally jumping thirty-six years into the future, anyway. And the fact that it wasn't Christmas anymore at least helped with the whole disorientation factor, since that part had really thrown her off.

But one thing she hadn't really availed herself of was the delights of modern coffee. And so when Nancy finally made her way into the Perk this afternoon, she actually stopped to read the menu. For awhile. And while she recognized some of the words, she had no idea how to order something that wasn't just black coffee, but also wasn't potentially even stronger black coffee, you know?

So, after a few minutes of aimless worrying up at the menu, she finally approached the counter.

"Can I have...one of those?" she asked, a little shy as she hesitantly pointed at the man who'd just left the counter with a frothy, whipped cream confection of some sort.

A few minutes later, Nancy was cozied up at a table with what she'd been told was called a frappuccino, and a copy of the Baltimore Sun to read.

Yes, an actual newspaper. One leap into the future at a time.

[open!]

no_culdesac

Nancy had finally decided to take the plunge, and introduce herself to one of the more appealing aspects of 2023 -- which meant that while she would happily show anyone who asked what she was looking at, it absolutely appeared that Nancy was mindlessly surfing the internet at work today.

And in a way, she was? There was just a lot of it out there, even if mindlessly wasn't really the word for how Nancy was approaching her subject.

"God, Mike would lose his mind over these," she mused when reading about prominent inventors of the last 35 years led her to Lonnie Johnson, which led her to Super Soakers, which then led her to the realization that she would be awesome with one.

Putting that on the list of stuff to take back to 1986, yep. (They already had an Upside Down; what harm was a slightly-early toy going to do?)

[and also open!]

no_culdesac

Nancy had spent the better part of two weeks researching various ways to try to get home, and thus far, no dice. (Which, to be fair, was what everyone had told her, but sometimes people needed to learn things the hard way.)

In any case, here she was, primed and ready for her first day of work, and ready to make a great impression! And while -- like, sure, she was a little intimidated by the computers, which she would use if prompted because she definitely knew how to, there were still plenty of things she could do!

Like photocopy her own notepad, carefully, one page at a time. And in color at first, which was unnecessary.

She also made coffee! That actually might have been more successful than the pointless photocopying.

[also open!]

somethingwithturquoise

Summer had definitely taken a little extra time off for the holiday; if anything, it was just good see and hang out with Jeremy and Roxie again (and, obviously, jet-set off with Roxie in the ship to do a little shopping on Gazorpazorp; it was practically tradition now), and she had briefly considered extending it a little further, but she really didn't want to miss a Wednesday if she could help it.

Even if it meant having a discussion with Tino about how, no, not even she thought replacing confetti with jello was a good idea, why would he even think that, she had a personality beyond jello, thank you. But he didn't seem convinced.

Not until she reminded him of who was most likely to be stuck actually cleaning up that jello confetti.

"Yeah," Summer concluded. "That's what I thought."

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!
First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Raspberry Cosmo
Strawberries and Cream*
New Years Eve
Golden Hour
Sweet Potato*

Caritas is open!

shireisburning

Eddie didn't know where the short guys came from, but they seemed to be determined to fix the nacho cheese dispenser, so he wasn't going to complain. For the last couple weeks he and the teens had just been squeezing it out by hand.

Gloves had been optional.

Song of the Day
Black Sabbath - Iron Man
Free drink whenever the song plays!

no_culdesac

One minute, Nancy was nailing a board to the side of Hopper's cabin with Jonathan, trying to figure out what his friend Argyle was doing out in the woods (gathering mushrooms, obviously) and, more importantly, why things with her boyfriend felt so stiff and weird, even if she really, really wanted to believe they were okay.

One step around the corner to get more nails and suddenly, Nancy was falling. If she'd had the breath to do so, she'd be screaming -- not just from sheer disorientation, but because this was supposed to be over. He was gone, right? They'd done it?

And here she was, anyway, landing harshly at the end of a...bridge? On an island, by the looks of things, with a castle up ahead. Nothing was...squelching, or throbbing, and the sun seemed to exist, but --

You know, all of that didn't help as much as you'd think it would have, as far as Nancy's utter confusion went.

At least she still had her hammer? It wasn't ideal, but it was better than nothing as she looked around at her new surroundings and called out a hesitant, stupid-feeling, "Jonathan?"

Anyone?

Goddamn it.

[totally super-duper open! ETA: if you are worried about such things, Nancy and Eddie's thread is chock-full of spoilers for the season 4 finale of Stranger Things!]

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