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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.

dishesonthetoprack

Scott had been a part-time Fandom resident for nearly a year. You'd think he'd realize something was up, between his walk over to the shop and the radio -- but the key part of the part-time thing was that he was only here part of the time, and had just arrived from San Francisco and thus had missed all those warnings!

Including, like, using his own eyes, but that was more a Scott problem than a part-time-in-Fandom one.

Anyway, heedless of any and all warnings he should have noticed, Scott was whistling as he swung the door open to the shop -- aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand that whistle was abruptly cut short as something large and hairy launched at him and dealt him a scratch across one arm.

And now there was a wereanteater roaming the street near the Magic Box, and another just inside the door, both of them with their noses eagerly pressed to the ground in search of delicious insects.

Scott would have regrets later. Like, a lot of them.

[open!]

dishesonthetoprack

You guys didn't need to know what had happened when Scott had opened a box that had been shipped here, okay? It wasn't important.

And no one had shrieked in a surprising high pitch when a whole apparent flock of doves had flown out of that box, all right?

The Magic Box was open. Mind the feathers that you didn't need to worry about, either.

dishesonthetoprack

Now that the accounts were all figured out, and Scott didn't have to try to make sense of the difference between credits and debits, and who even knew what a vendor was, okay? -- he could actually focus on doing something useful around here.

And, like, yeah, Wanda was a witch, Wanda could do literally anything with her magic as far as he could tell -- but Scott could work a soldering iron, and one of the light fixtures had been flickering enough that he had a swath of LED lights and a little bit of wire if he needed to patch some in, once he had the fixture down.

It made him feel useful, at least, finding something he could take care of here at the shop.

[open and inspired by my RL pantry light fixture that broke its chain and is being replaced today.]

scarlet_chaos

Wanda hadn't let anybody know she was coming back to town. She wanted to give herself the out in case she chickened out the moment she stepped on the causeway. So far so good, but she hadn't actually ran into anyone she knew yet.

The town seemed to be in tact. Nothing weird going on. No giant holes or polar bears or anything. That was almost disappointing, but she figured it was only a matter of time before something weird happened again. Wanda herself looked basically the same, though her hair was a bit longer and her roots were showing. She'd have to get that taken care of once she got settled in.

Hopefully her apartment hadn't been given away while she was gone.

[Guess who's back, back again~ Post is open of course]

dishesonthetoprack

You know, Scott was absolutely terrible at all this accounting and managing stuff. Like, just terrible. Wanda was going to need to take everything to an actual CPA at some point, probably to undo everything Scott touched in her absence.

But what he was good at? Practical, handy things. So today, he was spending his shift -- having deposited a blueberry streusel muffin outside for Jeff first -- doing a little early spring cleaning-slash-maintenance. Every screw in the shop was getting tightened, the light fixtures dusted and the lights themselves replaced with LEDs, because energy efficiency was important. That weird squeak the door had been doing? Say hello to his friend, WD-40.

It was kind of nice feeling like he was doing something useful, actually.

[open but slow as I have a million errands to take care of today!]

begmetwice

Once more, Irene could hardly help but feel that she had outdone herself – though she could also quite easily admit she'd had help.

This year, she'd eschewed the usual fluffy Valentine's theming and had instead leaned full-force into having a hookup (ahem) with the blacksmith – every surface was decorated again with beautifully-detailed steel roses, featuring occasional pops of color amongst their petals, and intricate metallic vinework decorated the columns, displays, light fixtures and countertops. Discreet enough to be classy but prominent that there was no missing it, Irene had also affixed little signs crediting Amaya for her work, with accompanying business cards for all your blacksmithing needs.

Off to one side, there was a completely moddable NPC bartender Irene had hired off the mainland, well-stocked with thematic drinks, and to another little side was a table that would almost certainly be described in much more detail in the comments, featuring Summer's shots of varying…shapes.

Tables draped with red and pink satin accents were distributed through the store with the requisite sex-shoppy displays on them -- massage oils near the entrance, vibrators, plugs and dildos up in the middle, and the more intense gear towards the back. Naturally, some of those steel roses were laid out artfully amongst the toys, perhaps in an effort to render the toys less intimidating by comparison. Near to the entrance was a table with a large glass fishbowl and a stack of little slips of paper, so that once again, guests could enter to win one of several amazing door prizes!

Welcome to Dite's! Grab a cocktail, enter to win a novelty dildo or a beautiful set of daggers. Perfect for the last-minute Valentine's shopper!

[open to all adults!!]

dishesonthetoprack

Scott had paperwork to do again -- which, for the record, Wanda? He probably wasn't doing right. Have an actual CPA look this over, please -- but he was distracted by anticipatory weekend plans today at the Magic Box. Cassie had gone on a field trip earlier this week, and was fully determined to help her dad recreate the Exploratorium at home when he visited this weekend.

Scott had been before, and while he totally got the appeal -- like, Cassie, you had a giant ant. Science museums still did it for you? (He was grateful, just curious.)

In any case, today was being spent alternating between checking on how Jeff's Cupid costume was holding up -- outstandingly, and Scott hoped he enjoyed the honey bun left for him as well -- paperwork, and trying to plan how to recreate that bluffing exhibit for a nine year-old using, like, shadow puppets and construction paper.

[opennnnnnnnnn!]

dishesonthetoprack

It turned out that when you were the manager of a place, there was more to it than just the whole, 'accepting deliveries, marveling at the magic items' portion of things. You had to do...like, paperwork.

And Scott was not especially gifted at this kind of thing, so he was actually Googling as he went along and tried to scan his way through receipts and balances.

"How do I know the difference between a debit and a credit?" he asked aloud, like anyone was here to help him besides Jeff.

(Jeff, at least, knew the difference between debits and credits. Really, Scott. You have a master's.)

[open!]

dishesonthetoprack

When Scott opened the door to the shop today, he was instantly greeted with an explosion of glitter, confetti, and noisemaker-sounds. (But, notably: no noisemakers in sight. That was sort of eerie?)

It seemed he was the 10,000th customer since some unspecified prior point in time. Scott did not feel it was useful to argue that he wasn't a customer at all -- apparently working at a magic shop on a magic island meant sometimes you got to just deal with your prize for being the 10,000th customer being that you got to clean up your celebratory confetti the rest of the day.

Rest of the month, probably.

[open!]

dishesonthetoprack

There was a shipment in today of black top hats, which Scott was honestly kind of surprised to see come in stock, but hey. Wanda had left him in charge of the place while she was off doing her thing, and who was he to question what an actual witch stocked her shop with?

He still gave a pretty undiginified yelp when the first rabbit came out of one of those hats, though. By the time he'd accumulated a few more, he was more used to the idea, and within a little while, Scott was just making peace with the fact that he was tidying the magic shop under his care around about a dozen rabbits hopping around on the ground.

He was super cut out for this. Nailing. It.

[clearly I have been having a hard time getting to a keyboard today but open!]

imafuturist

Well, everything was incredibly weird, but they had an idea on how to fix it! Kind of. It just involved building a time machine to send people back to the nexus point for all these changes and guests.

If they put their heads together and didn't end up in a fist fight or something, it'd be fine!

Right? Right.

At the very least, there was the best equipment that Tony could get to the island on short notice in addition to his usual lab supplies. Just. You know. No one travel back to the 50's to live there, completely breaking the pre-established rules of time travel.

dishesonthetoprack

So, you know what was cute? Making sure the giant skeleton was dressed appropriately for the holidays, of course, and Scott had found enough decorations in the back to start making a decent inroad on both Jeff and the rest of the shop.

But no, that wasn't what was cute, actually. What was cute was how when Scott was outside, trying to determine if Jeff needed to hold a giant candy cane (probably), a freakin' baby polar bear came over and handed him a bottle of Coke.

It took a little while for Scott to negotiate one for Jeff, too, but -- as always, it just didn't seem like a good idea to exclude him?

And his little polar bear friend seemed to agree, too.

[open!]

dishesonthetoprack

It wasn't that cold by a lot of people's standards, but it was still chillier than Scott was used to in November. So while he was in a big stupid parka that was probably a little much for the weather, actually, and while he was also clutching a peppermint mocha (never too early!), he was also concerned for the people who couldn't necessarily look out for themselves.

So here he was, wrapping a blanket around Jeff's ankles. Kind of like a Christmas tree skirt, actually? But it seemed more effective than trying to put socks on the guy, you know?

[opennnnnnnnn]

hasaknightjob

Steven was a little late that morning. He'd made a new friend at Llewellyn's! That was bound to lead to staying longer than a brief visit. Which led to...

... look just never mind when Steven managed to make it to work. The important thing is that he was there and currently trying to draft something for the downstairs display on weekends when people turned into children. This was not helped by how currently there wasn't anything to display. Steven wasn't entirely sure what might work. Toys? Tiny mannequins?

No, not mannequins. No telling what the island would do to them.

Regardless, Steven was at his desk and actually doing something work related. This didn't mean he couldn't be interrupted. Luckily visitors were work related as well.

[open!]

dishesonthetoprack

Scott had not been able to take Cassie trick-or-treating, but he had made it back to San Francisco to go over her candy bounty with her. (While wearing her princess tiara, at Cassie's insistence.) And, as such, he now had so much candy with nuts in it, because we were still at an age where nuts -- all nuts, including peanuts, even though she liked peanut butter -- were 'gross.'

So, while Scott left Jeff an offering from the bakery -- some kind of new seasonal pistachio (probably gross!!!!!!) roll -- he also scattered a few Snickers and Almond Joys and Whatchamacallits around at his feet too, for good measure.

With that completed, he took up his post behind the counter, and after awhile, decided he needed to alternate his candy consumption with at least against-the-counter push-ups, if nothing else. His metabolism would thank him.

[open!]

scarlet_chaos

Look at who remembered she had responsibilities outside of the Darkhold today. Wanda hadn't showed up to work on time, but she had shown up. She had noticed the cats, sure, but she figured one of her employees was taking over the Halloween decorating since she sure as shit wasn't doing it this year.

Live cats was a little over the top though...oh well, not her problem.

She did conjure up some toys for them to play with though, she wasn't totally heartless.

[Open]

dishesonthetoprack

Scott didn't really like to cut things this close as far as the portalling back and forth between here and San Francisco thing, but last night had been parent-teacher conferences for Cassie. And while she was, of course, doing great (and still trying to take her ant to school with her, despite parental protests all around), it had turned into dinner with Cassie and Maggie and Jim, and then a drink to discuss this whole ant thing after Cassie went to bed, and....

And anyway. The long and short of it was that Scott was a little tired today when he opened, between the red-eye portal and the many elementary school-aged friends Cassie had introduced him to and the two whole drinks he'd had (stupid body, stupid inability to metabolize alcohol anymore.)

And what that all really meant was that while Jeff got a nice slice of pumpkin cake roll, Scott had a giant coffee he was nursing behind the counter today.

[lil' bit of method RP today. open with a little SP here and there!]

dishesonthetoprack

You know what Scott was weirdly kind of good at? Carving pumpkins. He wasn't an expert or any kind of artist, but he could carve a pretty standard face into one pretty efficiently.

So, anyway, when Scott went into the Magic Box today, he was greeted with about a half-dozen pumpkins that were just sort of...sitting in a neat little line in front of the door, he wasn't quite sure what it was about. It wasn't until he was leaving Jeff his weekly offering (crepes? There was a theme in town this week, it seemed) that inspiration struck, and Scott set to work laying out some old paper he found in the back (hopefully not, like, old important magic spells) and using a knife he'd found (hopefully not, like, an old important magic dagger) to start carving some cute faces into these things. He figured Jeff could use some company? Albeit, temporary company.

It wasn't until he was carving into the second pumpkin that he wondered where they had come from. Hopefully they weren't...like, sentient. Oops.

dishesonthetoprack

Emboldened by what he had learned regarding Jeff's love of spooky season (or, probably, Wanda's, but Jeff had been a focal point of discussion all weekend thanks to having a nine year-old in tow) (and also Scott), Scott decided that what the dude clearly needed was spooky treats.

And thus, he'd actually gone a bit further than usual, and left not only a pumpkin-shaped cookie, but also a PSL as an offering.

Probably a good thing that ant season was drawing to a close, honestly. (Scott was kind of the ant guy now, anyway. He could use that.)

Most importantly of all, however, was the festive, oversized top hat he'd found in the back of the store, and while he wasn't so forward as to put something on Jeff's head uninvited and unbidden, he did totally set it by the guy's feet along with his treats.

Maybe a rabbit would come out of it, if nothing else?

[open!]

bigdamnprincipal

Surely you haven't had enough time with your visitors. Even if you have, you don't want to send them on their way without breakfast, right? Coffee makes everything better, even familial awkwardness.

weirderthanthou

It was one of those insufferably nice seasonal afternoons, the type Fandom only broke out for major events: the temperature was charmingly brisk, the trees an autumnal red-and-yellow, and birds sang their merry fall songs in the trees - when they weren't tussling with the squirrels.

A glittery banner hung over the entrance to the park, drawing in all newcomers:

Welcome to Parents' Weekend 2022!

Welcome, friends, family, and other hangers-on! We're glad to see you! As far as you know!

[[ all PW guest applications have been accepted! ]]

dishesonthetoprack

Scott had a visitor coming this weekend! A visitor, in fact, whom he would have to actually retrieve himself and accompany to Fandom -- he'd thought about enlisting her mom or stepdad, but that seemed like it would just open up a lot of questions about the island and he didn't necessarily want to get into that. Things were already, occasionally, hard to explain. To put it lightly.

So, with a rice krispie treat delivered to Jeff (sure to definitely not attract any bugs), Scott settled down behind the counter to put together a little preemptive list of things that might be fun around here for a nine year-old. (Like, he at least knew there was a playground? He'd never gone, of course -- nothing weirder than a lone middle-aged man on a swingset -- but maybe she'd be interested in that?)

[open!]

fates_jaye

Another successful Three Minute Dates, probably! Possibly! Who knew!

But once the dates were over, Jaye was back behind the bar, making Tino do the work, especially when she saw the specials he'd put up over the last fifteen minutes.

SPECIALS
Liquid Panty Dropper
Screaming Orgasm
Loneliness

Tino. TINO.

throughaphase

It was that time of year again! New people were here! New people to date, get to know, or perhaps make a mortal enemy of!

You never know.

Signs were hung up in front of the bar, both obviously, and easy to miss for anyone who might wander in and get signed up without their knowledge. Above the bar was a banner (in glitter):

TONIGHT!
THREE MINUTE DATES!
GOOD LUCK WBRURBODY

Your hostess wasn't gonna question it. And a few minutes before 8:00, she took the stage.

"Hello, everyone! And welcome to Three Minute Dates!" Kitty greeted them. "If you're new to this, the rules are simple. We call your name along with one other person. You talk to this person, get to know their likes, their loves, their dreams. After three minutes, a buzzer will sound-" Pause for the sound. "-and you'll hear your name paired with a different person. Et cetera. If there is anyone you'd like to talk to more, the bar will be open afterwards for drinks and conversation. Remember that any violence will get you transported into the pond, but also please don't attempt violence in order to flee, that is rude to the rest of your dates. Now I'm going to get off the stage. Have fun, and good luck..."

She trailed off, not going to attempt to pronounce the word on that sign.

[~~Hold for so much OCD~~ OCD up! Date away!
The bar | Round One | Round Two | Round Three | Round Four | Round Five | OOC]

somethingwithturquoise

With Three Minute Dates coming up, Summer was absolutely prepared to convince anyone who wasn't already attached (and maybe a few people who were, just for funsies!) to participate if they weren't already planning on it, but mostly, she was trying to convince Tino to make sure to give her a very detailed run-down and recap of how it goes for everyone since she wasn't going to be around to get to witness it for herself.

Was she mostly mostly trying to convince him as a way to low-key brag about the big weekend away she had planned for her anniversary with her boyfriend over the weekend?

Yes, of course. Obviously. There were layers to her multitasking, this whole thing was working out very well for her as a whole for hitting several marks, thank you.

(In fact, her bragging about her epic get-away plans also served another purpose, as sort of a warning to Tino that he might be on his own next Wednesday, because, all things considered, knowing her and Barry? Something will probably go wrong this weekend and that something had a high chance of detaining/occupying them well into next week).

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Breakfast in a Shot
Waffles
Cinnamon Bun
Froot Loops
Vietnamese Coffee*
Lucky Charms

Caritas is open!

grenadesandohana

After classes were over (or roughly, it wasn't like he kept track like some kind of creeper), he put on his favorite Hawaiian shirt from the Shenanigans--the Hot Dog Bigfoots--and headed down to the beach.

In a little while, there were four fires roaring merrily: three on different grills with a variety of meats, one sequestered just for pork products, and one for vegetarian options. Steve'd even sourced some fresh ahi again and was feeling particularly pleased with himself about that.

The fourth fire was a cute little bonfire with neatly stacked rejected Shenanigan shirts placed a safe distance from it, along with buckets of water and sand for fire safety (and because McGarrett had 100 percent been a Boy Scout).

There were coolers of drinks including one of beer with a sign--"If you are from the HS and take a beer at a cop party, you're dumber than we thought and are v sad for you"--as the only disincentive.

Come on down, Fandom! Say goodbye to the summer. Eat food, drink beer, get rid of polyblend if that's your thing...

[OOC: Open to everyone!]

dishesonthetoprack

After depositing his weekly offering to Jeff -- a sticky cinnamon roll that would definitely not attract any bugs, for sure -- Scott made his way inside the shop and set to work...tidying.

Like, his job was so vague here, but cleaning seemed like a good way to spend his day? But cleaning led to peeking at stuff, which led to opening books to skim them, which then led to one book in particular shouting at him that it was trying to get some damn sleep and shutting itself.

So Scott was just gonna stick to dusting without peeking, then.

[open!]

dishesonthetoprack

Scott was in a good mood for basically no reason today, except for the fact that he was still riding the wave of joy at his visit back home this past weekend. He was already set to make another trip this weekend, which meant that he was Facetiming with Cassie as he wandered into work today for reassurance that she was not, in fact, sick of her dad.

She wasn't, but she was curious about why he had two milkshakes, and even more interested when he explained -- and demonstrated -- how one was for his coworker, the giant skeleton.

Once he hung up the phone, he set to organizing the shipments that had come in, but also -- just because he was in a good mood, and he felt like he should pay that forward -- he wrote out a note: HEY YOU. YOU'RE DOING GREAT. KEEP IT UP, added a big, goofy smile, and shoved it under the register.

There. Someone would find that, eventually, and maybe it would make them smile.

And back to unloading shit and drinking a milkshake, which he'd probably regret later as a middle-aged something something man who wasn't supposed to eat anything fun.

shireisburning

Eddie wasn't really much into gimmicks, but having an excuse to play songs he liked multiple times in one night was really treating himself, so he'd make an exception for this one.

Song of the Day
For Whom the Bell Tolls - Metallica
Get a free drink whenever the song plays!

There. That was enough management work for today. He was gonna get a hot dog at the snack bar.

dishesonthetoprack

Given Jeff's new attire, which Scott had seen before hitting up the bakery for his ~~offering~~ offering, he figured something kinda tropical might be the best for today.

A coconut-covered donut was going to have to be the answer, unfortunately.

But hey, at least Scott also contributed a little (empty) cup with a little umbrella in it, so it would look like Jeff was having a really chill time.

(He would be so apologetic if it turned out Jeff would have liked a real drink. And also worried about, like, wrath.)

dishesonthetoprack

Scott was running an experiment today.

Granted, it was mostly a "Am I going crazy?" kind of experiment, but it felt good to get back to his roots all the same. The walls -- he was sure now, thanks again to science -- were definitely changing color when he wasn't looking.

But he'd gotten some loose paper and taped a sheet to the wall he generally noticed the most, and had a running tally next to several labels.

So far, today, three blues, two bright green (which other employees might have called chartreuse but to that Scott said bless you), and five purples.

Now, why the walls were changing, Scott figured was just probably magic, right? But he did ask Jeff if he knew, while he was leaving his now-requisite oatmeal raisin cookie outside for him.

[open!]

dishesonthetoprack

"Jeff." Scott was scandalized. "You're -- I mean, if you prefer things this way, I understand, but you're naked."

It was awkward, considering he'd been Uncle Sam for awhile!

In any case, Scott spent at least a few minutes of his day today rigging up a "CENSORED" sign he slung across Jeff's abdomen.

(After, of course, giving Jeff his snack for today: a Rice Krispie Treat.)

dishesonthetoprack

This week's offering to Jeff: a little maple leaf-decorated cupcake.

Look, Jeff was clearly an American skeleton (correction: no, he was just dressed like one), but apparently tomorrow was Canada Day, and apparently this was an island that seemed to observe it in some capacity even though Canada was like, hundreds of miles from here.

Whatever. Maple was delicious. And Scott was also kinda into these fairy lights Wanda had strung up, and by the end of his shift, he was going to have them rigged so they actually fed into each other and could be turned on with a single switch.

That master's degree. Look at all the use he was getting out of it.

justalittlerepressed

Well, it looked like this was just the weather on the east coast and Eddie was going to have to adapt to it. He didn't have to like it, though.

And no, it wasn't annoying that Chris was doing better with the humidity than him. Not at all.

"I don't look like I need a cold drink," he muttered to himself as he, well, ordered a cold drink, having dropped Chris off on the mainland for one of the many summer activities that he insisted were good for his scholastic achievements.

Which was just a fancy way of saying he'd rather hang out with his new friends, if you asked Eddie.

[open!]

dishesonthetoprack

Well. The muffin was gone.

But it had been a week, and Scott hadn't really checked it in the interim, so it's not like this was...you know, really sound science.

But he did take note of the theme and add a small American flag to the dirt by Jeff's feet, along with a cookie Scott had brought in today. (He had a cookie for himself, too, but...you know. The muffin was gone!)

[open!]

dishesonthetoprack

Scott had meant to just get coffee on his way in. That had been the intent, okay?

But then the bakery had been clearing out some of yesterday's muffins, and...like, he wasn't that picky. It wasn't like they'd had time to go stale overnight, right? And who didn't like muffins? Especially cheap ones!

And upon reflection -- yes, sure, they would have been better fresh. But cheap muffins were cheap muffins!

Once Scott was settled in at the shop, he set to work unpacking a shipment of white-tipped black wands that they'd received -- and after about three minutes, realized he'd been incredibly rude.

He paused, took a muffin, walked outside and carefully set it at Jeff's feet before saluting the skeleton and heading back in.

Like. That was not the kind of guy you wanted to accidentally offend, right? And Scott had seen a lot of weirder things than a ten foot-tall skeleton potentially eating a muffin. (He at least wanted to offer, even if Jeff declined-slash-stayed immobile.)

[open!]

dishesonthetoprack

Scott still didn't know how to use anything in here, aside from the packs of playing cards and the change from the register. And given that he'd had a little bit of a scare his first week, he was a little hesitant to try opening much else up.

Much else. He had finally cracked today after they'd received a shipment of tarot cards and opened up a pack of those, and was spending his day playing Go Fish with himself (his was an exciting life) based on what the pictures looked like. "Upside-down man? Go fish."

Give him a bit to realize there was not a second upside-down man. This might turn into a complex, Scott-invented version of Solitaire, yet.

[open!]

grenadesandohana

The park was done up with streamers, strings of lights and all the tacky police and firefighter themed decor you could find at a Party City, so it was maybe not quite as badass as McGarrett had been intending, but he figured that the sections that had been cordoned off for each department to show off would make up for that.

Well. That and the mahi mahi and Longboard beers he'd brought in from Honolulu. He knew a guy.

He was behind one of the grills, shirtless (worrying about burns was for the fire department), bopping his head along to the beat of the zombie band who were thrilled to be playing out in the sunlight ~~and well away and upwind from the food because Steve wasn't stupid~~. That no one had put sunscreen onto the zombie band would be a Tino problem for the rest of the week.

The sun was shining, the weather was perfect and warm, and the tug-of-war for on-island first responder dominance would be both shirtless and unnecessary. Welcome, everyone!

dishesonthetoprack

Scott could have totally done without the kraken (??????????????????) drill yesterday, sure, but it actually hadn't disrupted his new little routine that badly. He hadn't even done that badly in the weird forced games thing, and he had an amazing(ly tacky) shirt to show for it now.

Granted, he was also maybe going to melt.

The air was still acting up, which was mostly just annoying until the humidity really started getting to him. Heat he could deal with, but this sticky-air feeling was disgusting.

And that's how Scott spent the better part of his shift trying everything he knew to fix an air conditioner. None of it took, of course, but whenever it did fire back up, it would at least be nicely recharged?

[open open open!]

dishesonthetoprack

So, Scott was kind of, sort of starting to settle in. He'd gotten himself a totally respectable apartment, he had this job, he'd Facetimed with Cassie four of the last five nights (soccer practice had interfered at one point), and yesterday he had the sense that he'd sort of endured some kind of rite of passage in having to do that stupid duck-knocking-over activity.

It was weird, but he kind of liked it here? A better weird than a lot of the weird he'd encountered, anyway.

But then there was today, and Scott was back in this magic shop where he barely knew what anything did and was a little afraid to touch anything. But what he could do while here was work on his own magic.

Which meant that if anyone came in -- well, you'd be on your own, shopping-wise. But Scott would probably try to pull a quarter out from behind your ear, and you couldn't just get that anywhere, right?

scarlet_chaos

It was going to be disgustingly hot this weekend, and Wanda was already not having it. Even after taking a short walk in the park she felt the need to head into the Perk for something iced. Which eventually led to her being talked into buying a cotton candy frappe.

It was...very sweet. And pink. And topped with actual cotton candy. But it was cold, so she guessed she couldn't complain. She took a seat with her pastel pink drink and people-watched out the window. She was not looking forward to the walk back home and getting sweaty all over again.

Maybe she'd go to Antarctica for the weekend or something.

[Open!]

dishesonthetoprack

Okay, first of all? Scott loved that skeleton. The whole giant Halloween skeleton trend had kind of kicked up while he'd been in prison, but he'd loved them since he got out, and he extra loved that Wanda had this guy up year-round, apparently.

But yeah! Magic store! Hey, he was just grateful to have gainful employment (which he only had to show up to once a week? Okay, not arguing.) He didn't need to understand how to use this stuff, right?

All the same, he decided to keep his hands to himself after he went curiously poking through the bottles and jars and stuff, and one bottle actually started screaming at him when he yanked out the cork.

Cool. Cool cool cool. Just gonna sit here and practice some card tricks, then.

[open!]

dishesonthetoprack

Okay, so. When Woo had offered this Fandom place as an alternative to house arrest, Scott had initially been skeptical -- for one thing, it was a hell of a commute from Maryland back to California to see Cassie on the regular, but apparently that wouldn't be a problem?

And you know what? Scott had enough experience with guys who refused to explain themselves by now that he'd just accepted that.

But if he was going to make this work, he was going to need to find a job -- while he had savings from working for Pym, steady income was an important factor for his custody agreement, serving his term, and his overall boredom.

And while there was a castle here -- very European, guys, he kind of loved it -- Scott also knew better than to aim too high right away, thank you. Fool him once, shame on you. Fool him twice, and that master's degree really wasn't worth anything. Better to go with what he knew for now.

"What do you mean you're not hiring?" he demanded, dropping his duffle bag at his feet as he frowned over the ice cream cooler at the woman on the other side. "Everyone loves ice cream! You guys are probably slammed constantly!"

But alas, no, they were not hiring, and Scott was left eating an oversized cup of mint chocolate chip (he'd felt bad not buying anything, even if ice cream wasn't really in his budget), and desolately looking out the window while he considered his other options.

[so, so open.]

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