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So Mae had gotten to beat some people up with a stick yesterday.

"Gotten to". "Had to"? A mentally healthy person probably would go with "had to".

. . .

Mae had gotten to beat some people up with a stick yesterday. And come to learn today, those people were actual vampires. She had not spent endless hours of her youth fighting digital monsters to miss out on her chance to go out and beat up more real ones.

So she was out and about, running around on rooftops, as was her usual habit. Only today she also had a bat.

"In the age of blood," she muttered, as she skulked from roof to roof, peering over into the streets for vampires. "A pale one will rise. Wielding naught but a simple blade. Who dares to climb the steps of . . . DeMoNtOwEr!"

What could possibly go wrong?

[open, for ferals and non-ferals alike!]

rebelseekspizza

The dome had been up for a few hours, more or less. It had stayed there, unbroken, the whole time. Nothing had appeared, nothing had attacked, no one had gotten brainwashed.

Without warning, sometime near noon, it suddenly evaporated.

The group of tall, blue-eyed vampires rifling through the pockets of a prone man laying on the other half of the causeway... blinked owlishly, a few times. Then one screamed, and the others joined in.

They rushed the causeway.

[[ want to get bit and turn into a vampire? Want to kill and/or beat up some moddable vampires? Have at. They're strong and fast but certainly not unkillable. ]]

spin_kick_snap

Kathy was trying hard to ignore the ticking clock that heralded Sarah's return to the woods. She remembered this from her own stint two years ago; that inexorable magnetic pull that only got stronger as time went on. Thinking about that time hurt - especially with Dante's recent realizations - but not as much as realizing this might be the last time she ever got to see her sister's face again. So she kept stealing glances, trying to memorize every line and curve, to keep it fresh in her heart for as long as she could.

She was also taking lots of pictures. Lots and lots, because memory was only good for so much.

"Hurry up," she urged, like this was just a random Sunday, out trying to outbrat her little sister. "The ice cream's gonna melt at this rate."

"I was making sure you had enough Portraits Of A Young Girl Choosing Ice Cream on your phone," Sarah replied, rolling her eyes. "You suck at being sneaky."

"Only around sneaky people," Kathy said, handing over her credit card while her sister ordered a Ben Skywalker.

Only a few more hours left. But damn if the Li sisters weren't going to make the most of them.

tigerundercover

Raven had an actual reservation today. Someone had contacted her and asked to reserve Holosuite Two for several hours. Sure, she'd had customers before, but somehow, this made it all feel that much more like a legitimate business.

Hey, maybe she could do this whole being a grown up adult type human person thing after all!

Special today: space invaders!
Command your own starship to defeat an alien menace! Use diplomacy — or torpedoes! Or both!
It's all up to you!

Raven finished setting up Holosuite One in a hurry, then turned back to the specs for Holosuite Two. This was going to be fun.

The Holo-Scene was open.

fh_spareparts

The woods had gone still. There was a silence there, on the outside, to match the shadows within. No branches shifted. No birds sang.

Just... silence.

Without, at least.

[[ open ]]

myownface

Thunderstorms on the mainland? Were there thunderstorms on the mainland? Because once again, the island had braced itself for a beautiful Pride weekend, and had gotten those thunderstorms out of the way early enough in the day that, when the sun came out to shine for the parade itself, it had also provided a beautiful rainbow, clear across the sky.

Regular meteorologial event with fortuitous timing, or Fandom being supportive? Who knew?

Like last year, the parade itself was to start on the Causeway, a good gathering point for Fandomites in the past, and a fairly central location on the island. From there it would follow Griffin Lane to Galactica Drive, Serendipity Place, Godiva Street, back onto Serendipity and following it until it turned into Loon and Loon turned into Chimera. Then one final turn onto Apocalypse before ending up at the Park, where people were welcome to sit and mingle to their hearts' content.

All in all, it was a lovely day for Fandom Island's second annual Pride parade!

[OOC: Open! Get your Pride on!]

whoisalicewhite

Today was doughnut day, at least if Parker had anything to say about it. The kitchen staff were inclined to think she didn't.

"That was three weeks ago!" someone protested.

"She is throwing off the schedule," one of the cooks hissed.

"Time. To Make. The. Doughnuts," Parker informed them.

SPECIALS
Home-made Glazed Doughnut Recipe
Old-Fashioned Cake Doughnuts
Doughnut Bacon Cheeseburger

Luke's was open.

[ooc: and OCD-free.]

uncertain_dume

Kanan hadn't lingered around anywhere this morning upon waking up to find himself normal again. He'd slipped out the door to give Stance his morning walk, dropped him off back at the apartment again, and then made his way to Luke's, because he'd be damned if he'd let the last half a week stop him from living his kriffing life.

The busboy regarded him with some level of amusement, and Kanan wasn't sure if it was because the pink and the blue streak were still in his hair from Thursday night, or if it was because of the whole situation in general, so he decided to ignore it right up until the guy opened his mouth.

"Good morning, Ca--"

Kanan fixed him with a glare that could have melted durasteel.

"--nan."

Better.

Today's Specials:
Pancake bar. You want toppings, do it yourself.

Specials board achieved, Kanan settled in to wipe down the counter with a vague aura of menace about him for the rest of the day.

[OOC: Open! Cranky Padawan is cranky but probably wouldn't take much to loosen up again, honest.]

whoisalicewhite

Parker had been the only one to sleep in the house last night. She was going to have to track down that radio podcast and find out where her quasi-also-kidnapped-roommates had gotten to. Not that she cared exactly. But it was good to know where your fellow squatters were.

The kitchen staff had given up on trying to keep her out of the freezer, so this morning she was having ice cream on top of her cereal.

SPECIALS
Frozen Banana Bites
Chewy chocolate cookies
Won Ton Soup

Luke's was open. Some people felt they deserved raises.

heroic_jawline

Well, Steve and Tony were apparently hosting a cookout tonight! They had far too many kinds of soda ~~and a keg if you asked nicely and didn't tell Steve~~ and far too many kinds of chips...

And hot dogs, because you couldn't kill people if you accidentally undercooked a hot dog. Hopefully their friends were better at the culinary arts because they were reallllly not.

The music was loud and from the 70s and 80s (at Tony's insistence) and the grill was probably four times as complicated as it needed to be! Come party like it's 1980 something! Or 1930 something!

vdistinctive

This was Eliot's very favorite weird weekend the island did. Even if it did tend to try to break his brain.

"Audre, stop setting traps in the freezer."

"You tell me there are polar bears and tentacle monsters living in there and you want me not to hunt them?"

"That's what I'm saying, yes." Eliot sipped his coffee, looking over his purchasing paperwork. "And put the knife away!"

"My real father likes when I carry knives!"

"Yeah, but you're making the kitchen staff nervous!"

Today's specials
Omelette bar
Ice cream bar
And even a salad bar for those who'll eat their vegetables

Luke's was open.

vdistinctive

So their house was trashed. Even disregarding the structural and water damage, there was blood, shark- and Eliot-, everywhere, and not a small amount of guts (at least one shark had apparently exploded on impact with the place, Eliot's garden was completely toast) that still needed cleaning up. All told, the Leverage team was considering whether they wanted to fix the place back up, or cut their losses and just buy another place somewhere on the island (and then fix the old one up, they weren't assholes, but they could take their time with it and not have to live out of a hotel room that way).

More important than all that, though: it was Hardison's 30th birthday. And there was no way that Eliot and Parker would let that just go by without some sort of acknowledgment. Say, in the form of an empty-warehouse-party. Full of all the amenities an empty-warehouse-party needed, like loud music, flashing lights, glow paint -- it was possible that Eliot and Parker had just kind of thrown their hands up on what a modern party should look like and thrown a 90s rave, yes -- and plenty of food, including a good chunk of the stock from Luke's that hadn't been ruined when that had gotten sharked. Most of the ~~NPC~~ staff was in attendance already, both in honor of Hardison and because it beat the hell out of helping out with the clean up efforts back at the diner, and the front doors were thrown open wide with signs all up and down the street to let anyone who wanted to wander in know they were welcome as well.

And if no one did wander in? Well. It was already a decent party, anyway. For one thing, there was a minimal amount of leftover shark on the menu. . . .

[open to any and all, SP totally welcome!]

myownface

The day started with a rainbow. Not that there had been any rain last night, really. The island, noticing the ~~handwavy~~ posters up around town, had figured it wanted to contribute to the spirit of the whole thing, and slapping a big, bright rainbow into the sky had seemed like the obvious way to do it. By around noon, it was clear that the rainbow was going to be sticking around, too, less a meteorological phenominon and more a banner painted across the sky. Down below, little flowers had popped up overnight in bright colours, some mimicking the rainbow up above, some in other configurations; pink-purple-blue, blue-pink-white-pink-blue, black-grey-white-purple, yellow-white-purple-black, and so on. The flowers, fortunately, were there to be pretty, with no other weird effects on the island's populace.

Though, really, if presenting a bouquet of them to one's favourite person ended well for somebody, the island wasn't going to complain, either.

The parade itself was to start on the Causeway, a good gathering point for Fandomites in the past, and a fairly central location on the island. From there it would follow Griffin Lane to Galactica Drive, Serendipity Place, Godiva Street, back onto Serendipity and following it until it turned into Loon and Loon turned into Chimera. Then one final turn onto Apocalypse before ending up at the Park, where people were welcome to sit and mingle to their hearts' content.

The weather was nice, making liars out of the meteorologists in favour of shunting clouds aside for sunshine and a pleasant breeze. A perfect day for a parade!

[OOC: Open! Welcome to Fandom Pride!]

sharp_man

Hannibal really did enjoy his adopted country (it had immense opportunities for someone like him), and he would also accept any excuse for a party.

So, here they were. He'd set up a decent, industrial-sized grill on the lawn, arranged for an insane number of picnic blankets (mostly red, white, blue, or some combination thereof), and even bribed one of the local magical types to ensure that the weather would be perfect. And he had, of course, been cooking for days; all that was left was grilling the last-minute things.

Jono had agreed to handle the fireworks later, but for now there was mostly mingling and ( food )

[OOC: Open post! Come and party!]

whoisalicewhite

The cook was still a sheep. Parker was not letting the dishwasher put lamb up as a special, though.

"Rude," she scolded him. "You have to give the other animals a chance to shine."

SPECIALS
Rodeo Elk Burgers
~~Teal Deer~~ Not Blue Venison
Cheese Omelets

"First person to put an Alot on the menu gets smacked," she added, slapping a spatula into her palm.

Luke's was open.

vdistinctive

"We might be a little slow today," the busboy warned Eliot when he came into the diner. "The cook's turned into a sheep."

"Maaaaahhhhhh," said the cook.

"Right." Eliot sighed and reached for an apron. "Guess the paperwork can wait."

"Um," said the dishwasher, raising his hand. "Can — can I cook this time?"

Eliot raised an eyebrow. ". . . Sure, alright."

Today's specials
Classic Moroccan pastilla
Tajine with lamb and mango
Chebakia

"Really?!" The busboy was trying to shield the cook's eyes from seeing the specials board. "Lamb?!"

"Maaaaahhhhhh," said the cook.

"He knows what he did," said the dishwasher.

Luke's was open.

livingartifact

"Do you mind?" Jenkins made a third attempt to get the front door to the Magic Box open, shoving it against the rump of a truly massive rabbit that had taken up residence on the sidewalk. "Look, I'm certain it's a perfectly nice spot to have a nap, but you're blocking my customers and I have truly had quite enough of being blocked today." His back door back to the Library, for instance, was cut off. It simply opened to the shop's broom closet, as it had before he'd taken over. And he couldn't reach Colonel Baird or Flynn or even — god help him — Ezekiel Jones on any of his various phones. "So —" He leaned his shoulder into the door and heaved. "— excuse —" The rabbit shifted its weight to its other hind leg, giving him no more than a handspan of extra space. "— ME!"

The rabbit hopped forward, clearing the door, and Jenkins went stumbling out into the street. He straightened, spent a precious moment adjusting his tie, and turned to face the rabbit with a faint, sarcastic bow. "Thank you."

The rabbit barreled into him, knocking him flat. When he sat back up, cracking his vertebrae back into place, it sat a few feet away, twitching its nose at him.

"Right," he said. "That's how it's going to be, is it?"

The rabbit charged him again. He sidestepped it like a matador, whipping his short sword from his jacket and neatly slicing through its carotid artery and nearly managing to get out of the spray fast enough not to ruin one of his favorite suits.

When it stopped twitching, he wiped his sword clean on its enormous fluffy tail and tucked it away again.

"I wonder if anyone on this island has a taste for a truly tremendous amount of rabbit stew. . . ."

[ooc: Open!]

whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com

Parker had decided that supervision was needed today, after various bouts of singing from the kitchen staff this week. Also, she wanted to see how they'd react to being stared at without her speaking for as long as possible.

Very nervously, it turned out.

SPECIALS
Shrimp Tacos
Zucchini Noodles
Veggie Scramble

Luke's was open. With Parker doing her feral cat imitation.

uncertain_dume

Kanan had put some serious consideration into just not coming in to work today. The fact that he was clearly not the only person on the island who had been afflicted with a serious case of body dysphoria this weekend was basically the only reason he was sucking it up and heading in for his shift at Luke's.

Back in his own galaxy, what with being on the run and all, being in the completely wrong body might almost be a blessing in disguise. Here it was disturbing and inconvenient. And he had to wear Hera's clothes, which fit him just nearly enough to still annoy him whenever they pulled oddly or squished at something they weren't supposed to. And mostly he just wanted to stay at home and wrestle with his dog until this went away.

Instead, he figured he'd do the next best thing:

Today's Specials:
Desserts.
Any and all desserts.

And if the cook decided to put his time into making pancakes instead of brownies or something fruity and with entirely too much whipped cream on it, Kanan was going to knock the damn stack of pancakes over on top of him personally.

[OOC: OCD is for people less lazy than I am, but so totally open.]

furnaceface

Jono had had big plans for tonight at the Boards, but the events of the last few weeks had thrown something of a wrench in the gears when it came to organizing the showcase he'd wanted to hold.

... Or even finding people to perform in it. Which meant that he was going to have to adjust his plans somewhat.

A lot.

There was a new sign up where the old one had been.

Due to Unforeseen Circumstances, The Fandom Showcase Has Been Cancelled.
Come in for an Open Mic Instead!
There's Beer.

When all else failed, bribe people to participate. And if anybody needed Jono, he'd be on the stage playing his guitar for the duration of the evening or until somebody else showed up who wanted to perform. Whichever came first.

soniaroadsqueen

Ringo had heard that Raven was back on the island, but had sort of kind of been avoiding running into her. Yes, Raven was a friend, and she really was glad that the other girl was back, but she wasn't sure what she'd say, and Ringo was (probably rightly) convinced that she'd demand information about Kathy and not really pay enough attention to the fact that Raven had to have had a terrible time herself.

But this whole thing with Nanika wasn't resolving itself (obviously), and she didn't have a better source of information on where Kathy's body might be or how to get there than Raven.

Which meant that now, thanks to putting things off so long, she was basically guaranteed to start of asking about Kathy and ignore Raven herself.

So, yeah, Ringo was feeling more than a little guilty. However, it wasn't stopping her from heading out on her ATs to find Raven.

( And lo, plot begins )

[NFI, Many, many thanks to

soniaroadsqueen,

whoisalicewhite, and

vdistinctive who plays two characters this plot and is my eternal hero. Also, a great many thanks to

that_oldsaying for coding this up like a champ!]

endsthegame

A weekend could pass in the blink of an eye, couldn't it?

The stone waited patiently until the sun sunk beneath the horizon. Only then did it resume its song, a call as clear as birdsong, but audible only to a few.

It was time to return.

[[ your catch-all say-goodbye post ]]

vdistinctive

Eliot hadn't slept well since Wednesday -- not that he'd been sleeping that well this last month or so in the first place -- so once he'd finished up some paperwork in the office at Luke's, he kicked the cook off the grill and started pan-frying up some potatoes.

And if he happened to be sipping a breakfast beer while he was at it, well. At least he was only sipping it.

Today's specials
Country breakfast casserole
Oklahoma cheese grits
Home fries

Luke's was open.

furnaceface

Jono wasn't teaching, this semester.

That was a weird enough thought to him that he needed to think it again as he stepped into the Boards and took a look around the lobby. He wasn't teaching this semester. Not here, anyway. They still called him in for the odd class at the Jean Grey School, but he'd made certain Logan got the memo that he was going to want some time to himself for things like 'settling into married life,' (which Logan had snorted at, because if Jono hadn't been settled in after basically living with Hannibal for almost two years now, he never would), and 'just getting my life sorted out' (which Logan could appreciate, because nine out of ten mutants would kill for the opportunity to do that).

So, Jono was taking a break. Which, of course, meant that he immediately had to find something else with which to fill up all his spare time with stress. He had the Groovy Tunes already, the Boards had been sitting stagnant since forever, he wasn't playing superhero or soldier or diplomat or assassin these days and he wasn't running around like a headless chicken trying to organize a wedding that he'd given up on ever happening, because he was already married. Out of all of those, he wasn't actually in any hurry to pull on the tights or go to war again, and there was only so much more he could do at the Groovy Tunes. But the Boards?

He'd missed the Boards. And he'd been half chewing on the idea of bringing the place back to life anyway. That was what the Improv class at the school had been about last semester, after all, and while he wasn't quite up for the idea of directing another play, that didn't mean there weren't options. It had been a few years since a winter showcase, after all. Or maybe he could bring in somebody to put on a concert here. It wasn't as though he didn't know a good many talented musicians thanks to this place.

But first thing was first. Before he could start to figure out where to go from here, Jono had to go through his backlog of mail.

Sigh.

[OOC: Yep, back to the Boards with this guy. And I mean it this time. Open Boards are open! There's even a light on and everything!]

vdistinctive

So his diner was in one piece. It pretty much always was after these things, but he didn't usually end up killing a giant winged cat version of one of his longest running employees on the street outside his diner during these things. He honestly hadn't been sure what to expect when he came over to check on things this morning.

The kitchen staff was bickering as usual, today over which of them figured out that things were going bad and to get out of dodge first. Only the busboy wasn't joining in. Eliot double checked to make sure the kid -- who was probably about the same age as his boyfriend but still a kid dammit -- was okay to work, but otherwise didn't bug him about it. Wasn't like Eliot had any interest in talking about the weekend, either.

He was more interested in throwing himself into making the best goddamn chili of his life. And the perfect, crispy french fries. And every pie he knew.

Somewhere around when he got the fourth pie in the oven, the busboy came over and threw his arms around Eliot in an enormous hug from behind. Eliot blinked, sighed, and patted the kid's arm, then went back to rolling out the next crust.

Today's specials
Cherry chipotle chili
Beef and dark beer chili
Turkish Urfa chili
All orders come with free fries and your choice of pie!

Luke's was open ~~and OCD free~~.

geniuswithasmartphone

Hardison hadn't wanted to leave Eliot's today. Between his face still hurting and the massive changes that happened to the house (and the world outside of it), he'd given serious thought to grabbing his partners and having a grand tour of the safe room that Eliot was building and just not coming out until whatever this was was over. That thought was at the forefront of his mind as he made his way back to Luke's and the apartment above, in fact. He and Parker had a lot of stuff over at Eliot's already, but a packing up a few more clothes and his work laptops and The Book seemed like it could be a really smart idea, too. And also sending the staff home, or making sure they had a safe place to bunk, and maybe grabbing more Hot Pockets so he'd have a snack for when he jury-rigged something to get the power back on...

The roof of Luke's looked weird. Really weird. And after yesterday, Hardison wasn't taking any chances. So he paused, waiting for the fog to clear to give him a better view of whatever was up there...

Whatever he'd been expecting, it wasn't a huge sphinx to be lounging on the roof like it owned the place. And most definitely not a sphinx playing with what he was firmly telling himself were animal skulls, even as his brain tried to point out the shape of the jaws and craniums of the ones he could see. The creature yawned--or maybe just decided to show off its impressively-sized maw--and Hardison dashed for the door of the diner, flinging himself inside.

It was rundown, it was filthy, and it looked pretty barren. But it currently wasn't filled with a man-eating mythological monster and that was good enough for him.

Luke's was...open?

[AU!Kenzi modded with permission. No OCD]

whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com

Parker was avoiding all that stuff about the students' parents being here this weekend. Partly because what little she knew about most of her former students was that she didn't want to meet their parents unless she got to kick them, and it was all just oogy.

Meanwhile, there was comfort food. And comfort ice cream.

SPECIALS
Decadent Ghirardelli Chocolate Milkshake
Godiva Trufflata
Bananas Foster

Luke's was open.

[ooc: and up late, and expecting a few people. Feel free to mod your service if you want a late-evening snack.]

fjordicswagger

The bulky booze reserves Tamsin had reeled in during their last stop had no real end in sight. So great was their wealth that this time around, they'd actually just put wine and beer barrels out to function as tables across the community center.

The decorations were nice, though. Just a dusting of gold and blue glitter, nice tablecloths, and a wide selection of food. That was all you needed, right?

[ocd up!| Arrive/Pick Up A Name Tag | Food/Open Bar | Dance Floor | Dark Corners | OOC]]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Early in the morning, the machine was done. Jessica had JARVIS run through the process three different times to make sure that none of the changes they made would affect the functionality based on the plans SWORD sent along, Each time, JARVIS confirmed that the machine was working properly. And once that was confirmed, Jessica attached one final addition. As soon as the embryo was pulled out and confirmed to not be the person's liver or something, it would take three seconds before being portaled away to the same empty universe the rest of the Brood had been sent to.

"JARVIS, one more mass e-mail. Tell the people to come here for embryo extraction. And send another message to the Trooper station. Get some escorts if anyone is worried about getting here from down the street with a person showing too many Brood symptoms. If anyone me, I'll be at my desk napping until someone comes in. Good work, team!"

[OOC: For the machine build team who may or may not have worked through the night, that's up to them! No shame if people needed sleep. Also for the infected people who need to get an alien popped out of them! Or for people who just want to visit. Maybe bring coffee.]

regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com

Kenzi was in here relatively early for work, blowing up extra balloons, and occasionally inhaling helium to squeak at Tino and freak him out.

Specials
Bourbon and Blood Orange Blast
White Sangria

And because there were still small and/or underage children on the island:

Milkshakes - name your own - $1 for anyone under 12

[ooc: up early by request - birthday party for Eliot!]

geniuswithasmartphone

Hardison entered a Lukes that had been transformed. Again. But at least it wasn't a jumping puzzle this week. No, today it had been decorated with hanging moons and stars, with the lights dimmed and a disco ball hoisted up to the ceiling spangling bits of light everywhere. The staff were all wearing their finest uniforms as well as corsages and boutonnieres. Cyndi Lauper's Time After Time was playing through the speakers.

"What the...?" Hardison asked, looking around.

"We're having our own prom!" the busboy said from where he was dancing with the dishwasher. "We never get to go to the official one!"

"You ain't students at the high school!" Hardison protested. "Or faculty!"

"Whatever," he said, sulking. "So we're having our own and so there."

Hardison wasn't going to argue. He was just going to grab something to eat and wait for a song to come on that was written after he'd been born.

Today's Specials
Garlic Prime Rib
Sauteed Collards and Cabbage with Gremolata
Swete Potatoes with Toasted Marshmallow Swirls

Luke's was open and feeling nostalgic!

[No OCD!]

vdistinctive

Eliot had always been in incredible shape. His job required it, and frankly he enjoyed the exercise. One of the ways he stayed that way was by taking care of his body, from icing his fists after fights to his regular appointments with a massage therapist on the mainland.

So when, this morning on a routine run around the island, his right knee twinged in a way it never had before -- even after that time it'd been broken by Malaysian crime lord with a crowbar -- he felt rather justified in being pissed. Especially after calling his doctor about it and getting "what do you expect? You're getting old" as a response.

"Do you smell -- camphor?" the cook asked as they got the diner ready for what in Fandom passed as the lunch rush.

"I was going to say menthol," the busboy said.

Okay. So maybe Eliot coating his entire knee in Tiger Balm was a little bit excessive.

Today's specials
Marrakech lamb with tahini squash gratin
Whole roasted cauliflower with red wine, shallots and wheatberries
Challah grapefruit french toast

Luke's was open. And aromatic.

myownface

"Right."

Sparkle was getting a whole lot of absolutely nothing done at work today. Sure, he'd come in. That was a big first step, right? But the presence of Alluka's stuffed toys behind the counter had reminded him that he was worried about her, and it wasn't long before he wound up just staring them down.

If it was a staring contest, they were definitely winning.

"Hey."

Yep. Here was his day, all figured out for him.

"I should have just stayed home with a chocolate bunny."

[OOC: Open, but flying without ocd today!]

vdistinctive

A large portion of the island's population was off on the spring break trip, and the boss was still a wolverine. Time for the Luke's kitchen staff to throw themselves a party!

The busboy wanted a late Valentine's Day party. The cook was campaigning for early St. Patrick's Day. The dishwasher didn't care, so long as there was plenty of cabbage involved.

Eliot didn't care either. He was too busy tearing into a month's supply of frozen bone-in meat goods in a corner booth.

Today's specials
~~Corned beef hash~~
~~Rack of lamb~~
Irish soda bread
Chocolate fountain

Luke's was open. Especially if you weren't hoping for steak.

[spring break = no OCD, wheeeee!]

spin_kick_snap

After her conversation with Anders at the dance, Kathy had contacted Eliot to see if he'd mind her co-opting the diner on Sunday for a delicious Valentine's Day brunch. She'd had to argue with the busboy over the decorations (namely, he'd wanted to decorate everything in shades of pink and red, while Kathy thought a few accents as a nod to the holiday would be plenty), but after the dishwasher and cook had both sided with her, the busboy'd acceded with ill-grace, sulking off into a corner.

That was fine. They had more important things to worry about anyway. Like the very important question of what should be on the menu?

Valentine's Day Brunch
Belgian Waffles with Topping Bar
Choose Your Own Omelette Adventure
Mini-BLTs
Nutella-stuffed French Toast
Mimosa Bar
Whether you're lucky in love or enjoying the single life, come enjoy a delicious brunch

Looking at her plate, Kathy was clearly sampling her way through the entire menu. For quality control. Obviously.

halfaclink.livejournal.com

Over by the front door was a sign reading:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

Earlier in the evening there was general milling about and Tino serving drinks and such, but then, just before 8, music swelled.

( I accidentally wrote an intro song for Frank to sing oops. )

"Now hit the gong, I'll be at the bar!"

A gong sounded - just as it would at the end of all rounds - as Frank left the stage with two empty glasses in his place.

[The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular post-dates Caritas post]

[OOC: Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. You don't need to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself. Any dates where Randy the RNG Love Potioned you has an asterisk (*) next to your name in the subject line. Everyone who opted in has TWO RNGed Love Potion Rounds, but ALL PEOPLE are welcome to use the love potion in more rounds if they would like, whether you asked for love potion in the signups or not.

~~Starting the OCD!~~ HAVE AT IT.

If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish things up on Sunday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up Saturday afternoon sometime.]

whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com

Parker was testing the staff's situational awareness. Which basically meant she was sneaking up on them. Or dropping down on them. Then administering pop quizzes.

"What color shoes is the woman in the at the far booth wearing?"

"Um... white?"

"You're not even trying."

TODAY'S SPECIALS
Breakfast Cereal Cookies
Fried Egg Sriracha Peanut Butter Toasts
Chocolate Avocado Truffles

Luke's was open.

whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com

Parker was now timing the kitchen staff. Partly on how long it took to get things out to people, partly on stuff like how often they talked to each other, when took bathroom breaks, and various other slightly creepy considerations she could use to get inside their heads.

Cookie was taking it pretty well, but some of the others were looking unnerved.

SPECIALS
Avocado Cheese Dip Yummy thing
Spicy Shrimp Puffs in a Purple Dip
Chocolate.

vdistinctive

"Stop messin' with my specials board, man!"

Unsurprisingly to anyone who'd seen the two of them interact before, Eliot and the busboy were Having Words.

"You have to be more specific!"

"I don't have to do anything! That's what the dish is called!"

"But people will get confused!" the busboy insisted. "Then they'll yell at the waitstaff and throw things!" He lowered his voice. "People take their potatoes extremely seriously."

Eliot sighed. "Anyone throws anything at my staff and I'll drag their asses out of here by their hair."

The busboy's lower lip wobbled, and before Eliot could figure out why, he was being very firmly hugged. "You do love us," the busboy sniffed.

Today's specials
Fish and chips
British chips. We mean big chunky french fries
Or regular chips we have those ~~two~~ too
Mushy peas
Bread pudding

"If you don't let go of me, I'm going to drag you out of here by your hair," Eliot said.

"Mmhm," the busboy said happily. And continued to hug him.

Luke's was open.

whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com

Parker was supervising. Which, as employees of the Brew Pub in Portland and now Luke's could tell you, mostly meant watching them a little too closely for comfort, and commenting on their knife-work. Or occasionally throwing in a comment on how Eliot did it better.

"You're not our real boss," someone had the bad sense to say out loud.

"I'm your real bosses' girlfriend, that's even better."

SPECIALS
Grilled Cheese with tomato
Fried Ice Cream
Those Cheesy Things with the Paprika

Luke's was open.

geniuswithasmartphone

Hardison had assumed that Luke's would be chaos today, with the mistletoe flying around. Luke's staff was socially awkward at the best of times and having plants zooming about waiting to divebomb you until you made out with someone was hardly the best of times. But when he came downstairs for lunch, the diner was surprisingly...peaceful. Well-behaved, even. Cook was cooking, the dishwasher was washing dishes, and the busboy was covering an empty cardboard box with wrapping paper.

"What's that for?" Hardison asked him, helping himself to a bowl of stew. "Decorations?"

"Nope!" the busboy replied, carefully making sure the pattern of the paper lined up around the edges. "We're having a food drive. This is for people to put donations in."

Hardison hadn't been expecting that answer. It was very mature. And responsible. He was starting to worry the diner staff had been replaced by pod people. Well, it was only a worry because he'd probably feel moved to do something if he found that out for sure. Hopefully they'd never say.

"That's cool," he said, giving the busboy a thumbs up. "Yo, put it in the front window right next to the Specials sign, so everyone'll see it."

Today's Specials
Beef Stew with Rosemary Bread for Dipping
Garden Lasagna
Cinnamon Roasted Almonds
Please feel free to donate to our FOOD DRIVE!

vdistinctive

After spending much of the morning flinging himself full speed up and down the stairs around the island with Val leaping after him frantically to keep up/probably yelling at him to be more careful, Eliot decided it was time to spend some time relaxing.

So he picked an awning he rather liked, shoved a battered copy of ~~meta for~~ Treasure Island down the back of his pants, and climbed up on one of the outdoor tables to get into reach of one of the supports.

He loved reading. He especially liked to do so in extremely awkward and hard to get to places. They made it way harder for Gertie to come bug him and get him in trouble for not playing with her.

He lost his grip trying to swing his legs up around the support beam, and barely managed to break his fall by grabbing onto one of the closed umbrellas leaning against the wall. Momentum carried him and the umbrella down to the cobblestones with a thud, and he lay there for a moment staring up at the awning.

"Ow."

Then he grinned, jumped back up, and tried it again.

[open!]

geniuswithasmartphone

Hardison was glued to his laptop today. Which was nothing unusual in and of itself, but normally he was a lot more relaxed about it. Today he was almost manic about it; checking and rechecking data, refreshing windows, pulling up information about airlines and ship manifests and global maps. The staff tried to ask him for his input on what they should make, his only response was a brusque, "Man, like I know. Somethin' with apples, leave me alone!"

So, yeah. Apples it was. Maybe they'd start to make a dent in the mountain the busboy had brought back.

Today's Specials
Apple, Bacon, and Gouda Mac 'n Cheese
Israeli Couscous and Apple Salad
Apple Cheese Danish
Fresh-Pressed Apple Cider (Cold and Mulled available)

not_a_moonie

A meeting room at the community center had been nicely appointed for an evening show of students' work, with pieces hung on the walls and a small stage set aside for monologues and musical performances. The food wasn'tquite as abundant as it had been the day before, but there was still plenty of cheese, crackers, crudités and non-alcoholic beverages to go around -- plus some wine for anyone who was or could pass for 21.

And, of course, there was glitter on every horizontal surface. Some traditions were important.

vdistinctive

Eliot came into the diner today in full on head-chef mode. To the point where he actually glared at the dishwasher when he called him by his name, instead of "Chef".

"The hell aren't those floors swept?" Eliot asked, handing the busboy a broom and shoving him out into the dining room. "And make sure all the condiments are full up. What kind of operation are we running here?"

They had maybe half an hour to get the diner spit-shined before their unannounced guests arrived. Eliot was maybe just a little bit nervous about what Nate thought of the place.

Today's specials
Beef and Irish stout stew
Colcannon
Soda bread cookies

Luke's was open.

vdistinctive

"THAT'S TOO MUCH ORANGE ZEST, ARE YOU BLIND?"

"GRAB THE BUTTER, YOU MORON!"

Vincent and the cook were watching the Food Network in the kitchen. Priestly sat on a counter behind them both, taking notes.

Eliot was avoiding the whole thing. And occasionally muttering about backseat chefs. And wondering when this weekend was going to end.

Today's specials
Spicy Orange Zest Beef
Oven roasted potatoes with orange zest
Orange cookies with sweet orange glaze

"The words 'orange zest' have lost all meaning," Priestly noted. Eliot sighed in agreement.

Luke's was open.

[and OCD free, and totally ripped off this, which was brought to my attention by the incomparable

heromaniac.]

geniuswithasmartphone

So, yesterday had been Hardison's birthday but as the crew had, umm, lost track of the date over the past week, they'd only realized that Hardison was twenty-eight today. Making the impressive decision to actually leave the house today, they'd all trooped down to the beach to have a small cookout. Well, as 'small' a cookout as Eliot could be reasonably be expected to manage, which involved fancy seasoned burgers, marinated mushroom caps, various salads and sides, and a bunch of other things that fit into the coolers they hauled down with Hardison cheerfully bitching the entire way.

They spread out blankets and towels, let Eliot fire up the grill, and settled back to enjoy the day.

...Well, enjoy it as much as possible without wifi.

"I'mma have to retask a satellite--again--if I wanna watch anythin' on my phone, y'all," Hardison noted. "Did we bring Ziplock bags? Otherwise I'mma get sand in all my electronics an' ain't nobody wants that."

[SP, other two modded with permission, and open to anyone who wants to wander by!]

zin-the-matrix.livejournal.com

Simulation 45y was failing.

Angry red lights were going off everywhere. Along with claxons. Too many claxons. Zin were running around, trying to shut off one claxon after another.

There was a lot of yelling.

And pods kept opening.

That was inconvenient.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! npcs here! ]]

geniuswithasmartphone

When Hardison came downstairs to the restaurant today, he found it bedecked in rainbow streamers, bunting, and flags. "I see y'all have already heard," he said, fighting back a grin. He wasn't certain how the staff had all managed to dye their aprons in rainbow colors so quickly (had they had them saved and hidden away somewhere?) but he wasn't going to ruin the magic of the moment by asking.

"Yup!" the dishwasher said, rainbow flags the size of cocktail umbrellas decorating his hair. "And we decided to do a little celebrating. Hope you don't mind."

"Y'know, I think on a day like today, a little celebration is in order," Hardison declared. "Free cake for everyone?"

Today's Specials
Celebrate Marriage Equality in All 50 States Today with FREE CAKE!
Pork Ribs Brined in Scalia's Tears
Rainbow Tossed Those-Dissents-Into-The-Garbage-Where-They-Belonged Salad
All Hearts Are Equal Tartlets
Rainbow Sangria (Both virgin and alcoholic!)

Hardison was going to spend the day kicked back in a booth, watching the cheering on the internet and trolling people who protested. Though the best--the very best--part of his morning was getting a phone call from his Nana all about the morning's news and how she'd chased some 'clucking old hens' out of her living room to clutch their pearls in someone else's home.

Maybe...maybe explaining a few things about his life to her would be easier than he thought.

[Open, OCD-free, and utterly shameless]

geniuswithasmartphone

It was bound to happen someday. Hardison, happy at being back in his own body again, had grown careless. Lax. Let down his guard. It had happened all very innocently; he'd been playing his 3DS and accidentally dropped his stylus. The kind of thing that could happen at any time and to anyone. A little more annoying because it roll under a booth instead of staying where it had landed, but, in the grand scheme of things? Not that huge a deal.

Except as Hardison had reached for his stylus, the busboy had yelled, "No! Not that booth! It's too close--"

A shocking pain in his hand, like needles sinking into his skin. A sharp burn of--something. Dizziness. A slight feeling of euphoria.

"--to the vents," the busboy sighed, realizing it was already too late. "Never mind."

Don't worry, young busboy. Father Alec didn't mind. In fact, Father Alec was filled with warmth and forgiving as he pushed himself back to his feet. "I say," he said, his voice now touched with a faint British accent. "Does anyone have a napkin. I seem to be bleeding."

"Do you think Eliot's gonna yell at us for this?" the dishwasher asked, worried.

The cook shrugged, handing a napkin over to to the busboy to give to Hardison. "Depends on what the hallucination is, probably."

"Thank you, my son," Father Alec said, accepting the napkin and holding it to his hand. "Give me a moment to staunch this and then find my collar, and then we can continue with the blessing of the food. Amen."

"...That's probably a yes," the cook sighed, turning back the food. Hey, yesterday's strawberries weren't going to eat themselves.

Today's Specials
Chilled Strawberry Soup
Strawberry Turkey Brie Panini
Goat Cheese and Strawberries Grilled Cheese
Strawberry Sugar Biscuit Trifle
Blessings, weddings, baptisms, we do it all!

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