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So, back in Canada, it was a holiday. One of those 'family togetherness' bullshit ones that Sparkle generally rallied against, mostly on principle, because ahahahaha family togetherness, right?

Yeah, screw that junk.

Anyway, because Columbus was a dick or whatever and their employee was currently a badger, Sparkle was heading in to work today mostly just to keep busy. Maybe pick out some fall clothes, since it was undeniably autumn now, at least in the chill of the morning, and Toronto would be colder, and wetter, and even more... Toronto. There were a few Halloween costumes that had just arrived in, and maybe when Sparkle was done picking a cute jacket and some boots they'd put up a display in the window.

Or just, like, peruse the onesies. There was a spooky bat one that would be perfect for Halloween if they took it apart and replaced all the red fleece with orange or purple or both...

Whelp. That was Sparkle's day, all figured out and then some.

[OOC: Open! With, you know, a family togetherness holiday slowplay warning in effect.]

biotic_psychotic

If the timeline was the same for both of the swaps, this would be Jack's last day in this body before reverting to his regular and much smaller body. There'd been a lot of talk about swimming, diving, sea monsters and cold water in the last few days. The one thing he hadn't done since being on the island? Swimming. The day was gorgeous, perfect weather for it. Jack grabbed some swim gear, a blanket, a towel and a canvas bag with some snacks and bottled water.

Whistling tunelessly to himself, he headed to the beach. Staked out the blanket with some rocks, shooed some curious little porgs away from the snack bag and made sure that was secured so the little buggers couldn't get into it.

Stripping off his shirt, he decided go big or go home and got a running start. Barging into the surf, he dived as soon as he was able. Came up spluttering and laughing, "Oh holy fuck that's cold!"

... Which wasn't stopping him in the least from cheerfully swimming around in the water.

[Open beach, no OCD. Gratuitous shirtless post is gratuitous and shirtless and you're welcome and I'm not sorry.]

Sparkle had almost not bothered coming in to work today. After all, they were pretty sure all the island's swapped persons had been given plenty of opportunity to get their hands on fitting clothing, and now that it was day three, they'd breezed by the usual 'two days and done' benchmark and Sparkle mostly just wanted to take some time to enjoy it.

But then they'd noticed on their way to the Perk that the male-to-female ratio around the island appeared to have evened out some, which meant that they were sighing, making their way in to the clothing shop again, and hanging a sign in the window.

ALL UNDERGARMENTS FREE FOR PEOPLE IN NEW BODIES
And steep discounts on clothes that fit!

Maybe they'd get through today without any surprise badgers, at least. Fortunately, Simon seemed pretty content at the tea shop, chilling with the Quokka. One less thing to fret about this week? They'd take it.

[OOC: Open!]

Sparkle? Was in a surprisingly good mood today. Their morning had been not-bad-at-all, thank you, and today seemed like as good a day as any to test-drive a singular 'they,' to see how it felt. And, you know, there were a bunch of guys today who were probably having a difficult time, so...

Here was Sparkle, showing up for a second whole day in a row to check up on the place, round up every sports bra and multi-pack of women's underwear in the shop, and put them out with a sign in the window.

New To Boobs?
Come Get Clothed-- Free Underthings and Discount Clothing to People With New Bits

Ha. There. That was Sparkle's charity for the week.

Until Wednesday. But they didn't know that yet.

[OOC: Open! Come get your clothing fix!]

Sparkle was fine. Sparkle was perfectly fine. He was that sort of fine with, like edges, though. The kind of fine where his lawyer had sent him some papers to look over, and his eyes kept skimming over words and then having to go back again to try to remember what those words even meant. Big, complicated words like 'case' and 'the.'

He could just sign these and send them back. That was all his lawyer wanted him to do with them, after all. Put his signature on them so that they could start really pushing into the next steps, here. Just go, 'okay' and kick everything into motion.

But how could he do that if he couldn't even read 'the?'

The clothing shop was open, and Sparkle was behind the counter, willing to leap at any chance for a distraction. Desperately.

[OOC: Open!]

biotic_psychotic

Jack saw the jello rain and decided to avoid it. That worked until she'd been stuck in her apartment by herself for too many hours and she got bored. Reconsidered the jello and what it must be like outside.

After half a day of jello rain.

A slightly manic grin and a bit of tuneless whistling, one change of clothes into things she didn't care were destroyed, the collection of a tarp later and she was off to the park.

Where she proceeded to startle the ducks by unfolding the tarp, getting a good run up, and then slaloming across the jello-coated grass on it. A delighted cackle when that actually worked, and now there was one incredibly amused bald woman zipping across the slimy grass and taking herself down the playground slides like a very tall five-year-old.

Look. When life hands you slimy, chunk, slippery rain, you take your fun where you find it.

[Open park is open. If anyone needs to jello wrestle Jack, there she be.]

betterthanaplan

Duke had dealt with a lot strange or threatening weather in his time. Giant hailstones, volcanic ash, even the occasional odd rain of aquatic animals thanks to water spouts.

Jello was a new one for him.

By the time he finished securing the Cape Rouge against the . . . precipitation . . . he was soaked, sticky, and smelling like fruit punch, and unwilling to track the sugary crap back into his nice clean rooms below decks. He found the options on the boardwalk rather underwhelming (who went for lobster in Maryland?), and most of the storefronts were crowded with soaked, sticky, fruit-punch-smelling porgs (okay, fine, there were like three, still). So he headed into town instead, hunched into a rain slicker, and trying to keep from slipping in the puddles of wobbly fruit gel.

He shook himself off as best he could before heading into the Perk and attempted to shove his sticky hair out of his face.

"A cup of the strongest, most bitter crap you have, please," he requested. Ugh, he was pretty sure he had jello in his sinuses. "And a roll of paper towels would be great."

He grabbed a table by the window once he had his order, and looked gloomily out. Hopefully the rain couldn't keep up too long?

"This cannot be good for the environment."

[Work is probably going to try to drown me later, but I couldn't resist this boy's first weird rain. Open!]

Sparkle had gotten a bit of socializing out of his system this week, which meant he actually felt mostly okay heading in to work even with guests roaming the island. He had some housekeeping he needed to take care of in case he got the call from his lawyer, anyway. Mostly month-end paperwork crap and then maybe looking into getting orders taken care of for the winter months, too.

... Yes, he was aware of how ridiculous it probably was to order winter clothes with weather like this right now, but if things came crashing down around his head, he didn't figure he'd be able to really focus on that stuff later, either. And this way he could hand-pick a nice winter coat for Hernando, because the poor sucker thought he'd be able to weather a winter in Toronto with sweaters.

That accomplished, he settled in with a sketchbook and started noodling at costume designs, feet up on the counter. It was his counter, he was allowed.

[OOC: Open!]

StuCo had been busy since folks had last left the park. What had been a very nice glittery picnic had been transformed into a (glittery) fallstravaganza, full of scarecrows and decorative gourds. Crisp, brightly colored leaves covered the ground, despite the still mostly green ones still clinging to the actual trees. The scent of melted butter and warm spices filled the air. They'd somehow even managed a corn maze, despite the distinct lack of anything resembling a corn field having been in the park before.

There were pumpkins literally everywhere.

The weather was threatening to top 90°F, but StuCo didn't care. It was fall dammit!

[OCD is up! Have at ye!]

biotic_psychotic

Jack was silent, lost in thought when she headed in to work. Tiny threw her the keys and she caught them just out of habit. Took inventory without much thinking about it and put the slip in the till. Idly noted that they'd been going through some of the better quality booze lately.

Tiny gave her a wary glance when she showed up to lean against the bar and a more pointed one in response to her cranky, "What?" Glowering, Jack shrugged at him, "Nothing's wrong, I'm just thinking." Another. Pointed. Glance. "Fuck off. I'mma go throw axes for awhile."

It gave her something to do and an excuse not to engage with Tiny. It also distracted her enough that she didn't notice the DJ had gone with a 90's boy band theme.

Probably good for them that she didn't notice.

[Devil's Nest is Open!]

[OOC squirrel note: When Sparkle starts talking legal stuff with both Jack and Kaidan, the squirrels have been bribed to ignore. Thank you!]

CW/TW: Child abuse (Sparkle's threads with Jack and Kaidan - the 'r' word is used in Kaidan's thread), violence, some gore talk, and some really terrible culinary abuses.

Sparkle was at work today!

Sparkle was not getting much work done, mind.

Sparkle was trying to figure out what to do about the gremlin that had parked itself behind the counter. Was it demanding a job? Was it one of the radio gremlins? Did it just really want him to go back there so it could bite him?

Who could know?

[Open, afk until the evening!]

somethingwithturquoise

Summer only noticed it at around the third time "Dancing Queen" came up, but she realized that the band had been playing through the same three ABBA songs ("Dancing Queen," "Waterloo," and "Take a Chance on Me") on repeat. And when she asked why they were on such a specific ABBA-kick, she was met with a shrug and a nod toward Tino and a statement that it had been in the suggestion box.

"Ugh." Summer sighed. "Guys? I know you're a bar band, and taking requests is sort of what you do, but, honestly? Don't encourage him."

And once she'd realized her own limit for the same three 70s Swedish pop, she just gave up, grabbed a piece of paper, scribbled something onto it, and slipped it into the suggestion box, which somehow, the band seemed to magically know was her putting in a request for the same three Taylor Swift songs to be played in repetition.

They didn't even get to the second playing of "Blank Space" before another paper was slipped into the suggestion box, and they started in on their medly of the same three Dave Matthews Band songs.

Which was just, like, low, even for Tino.

"I am not getting in a song request battle with you, Tino!" Summer insisted, although, really, she had to do something and put in at least one more with BTS, which Tino countered with Creed.

Summer was just going to fashion some earplugs out of napkins rather than risk seeing what would happen next, because this man was clearly fighting dirty.

Wendnesday Jello Shot Special!
Fireball Cider
One Free for Each Song Request Made!

That'll keep him busy.

Caritas is open!

biotic_psychotic

So, now there was an axe throwing range. Jack gave it a look while catching the keys from Tiny and going to do inventory. That taken care of, she slid it into the cash register. Went to see what that was all about. The ranges were decent. They weren't long enough for her but they seemed to be the standard competition length. Never let it be said that Northman was a cheap bastard, when he did a thing he seemed to do it right.

Jack commandeered one of the lanes and went down to peg some cards to it in a random pattern. Yeah, of course she had a deck of cards in her cargo pants, didn't everyone? Varying values of cards and the ace not dead center - because come on, center mass was easy - but tacked to the very edge of the target's top.

Standing back she looked at her work and nodded. Pulled out her phone and texted someone. Flopped down into a chair near the lane where she could both guard it and make sure nobody was being stupid with the axe throwing. And that they were wearing close-toed shoes. Anyone trying this shit in sandals was getting sent straight the fuck out because that shit was not on.

[Devil's Nest is open! New and improved with OCD]

[OOC: ahahaha guess what I do competitively at reenactment events.. ]

Sparkle was kind of in a haze today, but it wasn't... a bad haze, probably? Yesterday a whole lot of Life had been dropped into his lap when he'd figured he'd be able to steal away another few days before facing it down, and that meant that he'd had to actually face some stuff.

Some ugly stuff. Some stuff that maybe he was already wondering if he could ignore by packing up and moving to Antarctica to become a penguin.

What he wasn't expecting when he came in to work today, then, was the weaponized cuteness that Hernando had seeded around the shop, mostly behind counters and in registers, places where random photos of kitties wouldn't catch the eye of paying customers unless Sparkle drew attention to them with a sudden, startled cackle or a high-pitched dolphin noise, or, in one noteworthy incident, a shout of "WHY IS CEILING CAT IN MY TOILET!?"

... Mission accomplished, Hernando. Warm fuzzies achieved.

Demon Marcus was open. And there was even a NOW HIRING sign in the window, because hey, you never knew with the new kids.

[OOC: Open!]

It was that time of year, again. One of Sparkle's favourite times of year, in fact.

The time of year when the summer stock shipments (not that many had survived the summer anyway) started to slow down, and the autumn stock started to roll in. Cute hats, gloves, scarves. Sweaters! Look at these adorable sweaters! It wasn't even September yet. God know this week was meant to continue to be hotter than the devil's asscrack. But fall gear?

Fall gear!

Clearly, Sparkle had to start picking through it to dress up the mannequins anyway.

And maybe start browsing the internet for cuddly winter onesies, too. Oh, shit, that one was a sea otter! Clearly he had to order in like five.

So. That was Sparkle's day, set.

[OOC: Open!]

Sooo, Sparkle had, like, missed some shit this week, apparently. And he was pretty okay with that? Like. Super okay with that. The broadcast sounded like exactly the sort of horror that would've kept him from coming back... basically ever. He didn't have a great history with summary execution scenarios.

So he'd kind of beelined right to the Demon Marcus after the broadcast, and hunkered himself behind the counter to paint his nails, and if anybody needed him or clothing or both, that was where he was going to be. And if he wasn't there, it was because he was standing out front and smoking. A lot. Because everything was back to normal, at least at a glance, but he didn't entirely trust that fact at the best of times and if any toys came into the shop today he'd screech.

[OOC: Open with some AFK in the morning!]

"Oh, come on."

Sparkle wrinkled his nose at his stock as he surveyed the damage this week. Most of his stuff was untouched, sure, but he'd gotten in an order for cute raingear with little fishes and whales all over it, and it had all been replaced with like... ostriches.

Why were there ostriches on the rain gear? Sure, they were cute, but...

You know what, if this was his worst complaint about work today, he'd take it.

But he was still irked about the island eating his pet fish.

[OOC: Open!]

So, magical flying raccoon onesie? Also great for getting across town without getting one's ass burned by lava, in case anybody was curious.

God, Sparkle was keeping this outfit as long as absolutely possible.

... And was apparently selling leaves, feathers, flowers, giant boots, frog suits, and other such weird nonsense in his shop today.

You know what, the fashion in this world was fricking weird, but it was just silly enough that he'd let it slide. And he kind of wanted to try everything on at least once to see what it did, was that bad?

[OOC: Open!]

Sparkle had no idea what time it was. It was dark. Everything was dark, but also everything was pretty clearly visible? It was weird, but he wasn't questioning it. He had scored himself a magical raccoon onesie and, knowing that the worst that would happen if he ran afoul of any Boos would be a sudden trip back home, he was running and jumping and gliding and sometimes flying around town, occasionally letting out an exhilarated 'WOO!' as he went.

Sometimes this place wasn't too bad.

Today was definitely one of those days.

Could he keep this onesie? Please? He sorta loved it.

[OOC: Open!]

Sparkle walked into the Demon Marcus today, kind of holding his breath in fear of what he might find.

It was a clothing store. A nice, normal clothing store. Over there was the counter, by which he had his nail polish and some novelty socks on display. That wall had shelving with folded jeans...

Nice, normal clothing store. Which would have totally been a relief, if Sparkle had any idea that things had been weird lately. As it stood, she was just here for her shift, filing her nails, taking the occasional smoke break, contemplating trying on that pair of shoes that caught her eye, occasionally belting out show tunes just to pass the time...

You know. Normal Sparkle things.

[OOC: I fell down a Lou Pucci rabbit hole looking for promising AUs for like two hours, made about 20 icons I don't have room for, and clicksaved like everything he ever posted from burning man 2016, and I ended up doing genderswap anyway. Open!]

Sparkle oozed his way into Demon Marcus today.

Cranked on the air conditioning.

And kind of draped himself over it, making pathetic whimper sounds.

Look, he was used to heat, he grew up in Toronto, which meant hot and humid summers courtesy of the lake? But this?

Nope. If you wanted anything from the clothing shop this week, you might just have to wave your purchases at the sad melty Canadian and he'll take a raincheck. The island wasn't trying to kill him with monsters this week, but the heat was doing its best in their stead.

It was 23°C and rainy in Mexico City today, could he be in nice, cold Mexico instead? Please?

[OOC: I am dying of Halifax heat and Baltimore is worse so here, have some method RP.]

Okay, you know what? If the worst crap the island was pulling today was going to be a bunch of weird invisible stalkers, Sparkle was going to 'screw you' right out of that whole situation. It was Canada Day. He was Canadian. And while he hadn't really managed anything too special, a skip over to the mainland (via portal, just in case) had let him pick up some cheap fireworks on a fake ID.

Sparkle was absolutely setting up shop by the duck pond with a case of Molson and a lawn chair.

... Also, a lot of knives and a blaster tucked away under his clothing, because if he was going to park his ass in the park while the bushes chattered and pretended they weren't every time he looked at them, he was going to be armed, dammit.

Anyway, if anybody happened to make their way to the park tonight, there would be Sparkle, ever the rebel, lighting red and white fireworks over the water. Absolutely shamelessly. It wasn't like he'd managed to get his hands on many fireworks.

This was for you, like three Canadians on the island. If you asked nicely, he'd even share his beer.

Probably.

[OOC: Open!]

suitably_heroic

There were an unnecessary amount of rainbow-colored flowers around Caritas. No amount of grumping from Atton aboud how Pride had been yesterday could stop them from spreading.

Eventually, he gave up. Pulled up a stool and sat down, crossing his arms at them.

Whatever. He didn't care.

He was fine.

[[ open ]]

The rainbow that had appeared for the parade seemed intent on sticking around for the picnic as well, and the weather seemed to be holding up nicely. The tables had been draped in tablecloths in the colours of various pride flags, and each one had a centerpiece that consisted of a vase with smaller ~~moddable~~ flags in it, free for the taking. Off to the side there was a ball pit, a giant inflatable rainbow slide (the kraken had been retired for the year on account of multiple instances of eldritch traumas), and other activities for people to enjoy. There were booths, there was food, and even the stage had made a reappearance this year, with a setup for karaoke if anybody was feeling daring, but plenty of room if anybody wanted to get up and play, too.

All-in-all? It was a lovely day with a brightly-coloured park open for everyone to come enjoy.

[OOC: And the picnic is good to go! Enjoy!]

There was a tradition on Fandom Island, for Pride. The island herself upheld it every year thus far, making a beautiful rainbow arc across the sky for the whole of the weekend. This year was no different; a rainbow, in full colour, reached up and stretched itself clear across the sky, and as it did so, a brilliant blue crept across the sky with it, and then down, until the blue touched the tips of the trees and green started to spread out, as well.

By the time the rainbow had finished his arc across the sky, the entire island was in beautiful, vibrant colour again, just in time for the parade.

Like last year, the parade itself was to start on the Causeway, follow Griffin Lane to Galactica Drive, Serendipity Place, Godiva Street, back onto Serendipity until it turned into Loon, then Chimera. Then one final turn onto Apocalypse before ending up at the Park, where there would be a picnic shortly after!

The weather was great, the island was bright, and there was no small amount of Pride today! Time for a parade!

[OOC: Open Post, Open Pride!]

Sparkle had spent most of yesterday swearing, because did you know how difficult it was to make a properly rainbow poster for Pride when you couldn't tell blue from green from brown? Was that yellow or a very, very light pink? Maybe it was a pastel teal?

For the most part he was actually kind of tickled about the greyscale situation. It was vintage, it was kinda classy. It was going to make amazing black and white photos of things without him having to spend money on special film or whatever. But while making a rainbow stinking poster? Yeah, not quite so much. So he'd settled on the other Fandom staple for poster making, thankful that even grey glitter was still glittery glitter, and just liberally sprinkled it all over the big swooshy text that said PRIDE across the top.

THE THIRD ANNUAL FANDOM

This Saturday, June 29th

Parade in the morning, followed by a picnic in the park

No matter who you are or how you love, you are INCREDIBLE!

Come join us on Saturday for a celebration of identity, an affirmation of our right to BE, and a defiant reminder to the world that we aren't going anywhere.

BE YOUR OWN SELF!

... And then he'd stapled little envelopes to the bottom of each poster, containing pamphlets explaining the history of Pride, an explanation of the flags and different identities, and a map of the parade route, starting at the Causeway. 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 for the picnic. He'd wrapped it all up with the smaller, fiddlier details, like times and meeting places and how to contribute a booth to the picnic, and his contact information if anybody had any further questions.

And so help him, he managed to do it all in black and white.

Beware of stray glitter, though. He'd used a lot to compensate for his inability to scribble rainbows on these things in marker.

[OOC: Open if you want to see the posters or bump into Sparkle while he's hanging them up around town!

So... Sparkle had been informed via text that he'd inherited management of Fandom's annual (third) Pride event.

... Which had made him make a sound somewhat akin to dolphin sounds. If the dolphin was panicking because it had been put through a blender, because wait, Pride month was almost over. So he'd actually gone outside, wearing every damn knife he could fit on his person and his blaster besides, to make his way to his shop, low-key terrified that he'd get there and it'd be infested with, like, flesh-eating mutant rabbits and all the clothes would be weird grey nightmare cloaks or... something?

They were not! The shop, when he stepped inside, was normal. More normal than he'd seen it since summer had begun, and he even had a shipment in, just waiting to be unboxed. An order, in fact, for Pride garb.

"Oh thank god."

Blaster on his hip and knives close to hand, Sparkle settled in for a shift in his shop, alternating between restocking the racks, setting up a Pride display of rainbow clothes, flags, and t-shirts with cute (or catty) slogans on them, and screaming incoherently while he tried to throw together a flyer to advertise with.

Happy Sunday!

[OOC: Open!]

So, the floodwaters had receded, which was good!

The island was radioactive and full of giant bugs that wanted to eat people, which was bad.

But Sparkle had remembered to bring his blaster with him when he set out to check out the state of his shop, which was good!

... The place was derelict and looked as though it had been ravaged by looters decades ago, which was bad.

Sparkle got a little bit of catharsis in when he wound up and kicked what was left of a crumbling step along the road, so that was good.

Except he totally hurt his toe, so...

It was a trade-off. At least setting out today meant he could pick up the knife that Leto had sent him for his birthday, along with the drawing of the rainbow that Hania had sent with it. That was going to be going up on his fridge.

... The rainbow, not the knife. The knife was going onto his person immediately. And then he was sending a text to Hernando telling him that the outside was doing another more other 'trying to murder us all' thing and that the bugs were so, so much worse than they had been with the dinosaurs around.

He missed the prehistoric bugs.

[OOC: Open!]

revengenotebook

Unlike most Fandom events that the alumni remember, this one was not a glitter-drenched nightmare, though it was a little dinosaur-themed, if "tasteful" and "dinosaur-themed" could be in the same room togther.

Think more giant palms, less Tino in a loincloth. There were drinks and snacks, music and nametags. Come on in, Fandomites! Tell us what you've been up to.

Okay. The island was doing... something.

Sooomething.

Something weird.

And Sparkle was... dubious about going in to work today given the weird thing had literal raptors pulling rickshaws in the street, but he had finally arranged for his order to come in today, and someone needed to be in the shop to sign for it.

But when he got there, unlocked the front door, and stepped inside, the items on the racks were, uh... Bedrock Chic? And Sparkle knew he hadn't stocked the shop with mumus made out of brightly-coloured animal pelts, thanks.

"Nope."

He called his supplier, cancelled his order, demanded a damn refund, and locked up the shop. Possibly for the whole week. Maybe forever. What were you doing to him, Fandom? Why?

[OOC: ... I just kinda had to. Open if you can catch Sparkle doing his about-face.]

"FINALLY."

Sparkle wasn't yelling into the phone, really. He was just excited, because he absolutely wouldn't shoot the messenger, honest, because it was clear that they'd gotten a new person to call him about the status of his shipment, the one that had been missing for two weeks on account of vampires, which was a perfectly reasonable explanation but everyone kept blaming chemtrails and at this rate it was a wonder they hadn't just grounded any plane that tried to wander through Baltimore airspace. They couldn't have picked, like, rabies? Sparkle would be less annoyed by rabies. Citing chemtrails as an excuse was just insulting.

In any case, they were expecting the shipment to arrive on the island tomorrow, and could Sparkle make certain there was somebody there to receive it?

Which, sure, fine, Sparkle would work tomorrow, it wasn't like he had anything else he could be doing until maybe the evening, assuming him and Hernando decided to go dancing or something anyway.

But really.

Chemtrails.

[OOC: Open!]

hernando_fuentes

[oops. It's Thursday.]

The store was in a mood. The pastry counter was covered with variations of butterscotch brownies. How many variations could there be? With nuts, with no nuts, with different nuts, with chocolate, without chocolate, with white chocolate, with fruit chips, without fruit chips, frosted or non.. You get the picture.

He was pleased to see the sign had returned, followed by tiny little chalkboard signs that hopped around until they could get up onto the counter, clacking their way over to the trays of brownies, words appearing on the chalkboards. Their spelling wasn't the greatest but they were just babies after all.

Hernando was baffled. The baby chalkboard signs were delighted, hopping up and down in front of their pastry trays in little 'pick me pick me I've got the best!' gestures. He didn't even like butterscotch but felt obligated to take one anyway.

He was also obligated to send Sparkle a picture of the tiny baby signs being adorable.

[Open]

Sparkle was kind of humming to himself as he settled in for a day at work. It was nice to not have to look after the running of the place anymore, even if he hadn't actually seen Iris since she'd gotten back (and hey, for all he knew, the LUSH fairies had managed to get their hands on her recipes or something), and spending a day sitting behind the counter, just contemplating soap seemed right about his speed.

Hopefully Iris (or the LUSH fairies, whichever) wouldn't mind that he'd skipped work last week. He'd been a vampire before. Twice. He really had no interest in repeating the experience.

[OOC: Open!]

No more vampires, new students day had come and gone and the island still seemed to be standing...

Sparkle was in a pretty good mood today as he opened shop.

Right up until he remembered why he had been in a not so great mood last Sunday.

"What do you mean my order is still unaccounted for?" A long pause. "Wait, what chemtrails?!"

This was his life now.

[OOC: Open!]

Sparkle's nose scrunched right up as he sat on the phone with whoever it was on the other end of the line who was trying to sort out why he hadn't gotten his shipment of new spring jackets on time that morning. Not that he had anywhere really pressing to be, but if he was going to have to come in tomorrow to sign for the order, he wanted to know.

Apparently the driver had just... stopped checking in? And they were looking into whether it was an accident or something else, but they were sorry for the inconvenience and would he like to reschedule the delivery?

"Yeah," Sparkle muttered. "Fine. Sure. Let's reschedule."

Woo, extra long work week or whatever.

[OOC: Open!]

suitably_heroic

"Turn off the news, I'm depressed enough as it is."

Atton waved at Tino, who was holding up his phone, watching some news broadcast about a mysterious disease breaking out somewhere on the mainland. Whatever. "Bet it's just those karking anti-vaxxers again, come on."

He waved his hand, ripping the phone out of Tino's hand. He shut off the stream, then tossed the phone back.

"Ah, blessed peace."

Caritas was open.

Sparkle's first thought when he came in to work today wasn't, 'Oh, Iris must be back.'

It was actually, 'Oh, shit, did the restock fairies break in again?'

It wasn't until he actually started looking around that he realized, no, the stock on the shelves had come from a very particular hand, and... yeah, everything he'd stocked up with was chilling out over by shame corner. Which he made a bit of a sulky face at, but hey, not his shop. Just because he'd wound up kind of surprise-managing it for like half a year didn't mean Iris couldn't put it back to rights however she saw fit on her return.

He settled behind the counter again, looking out thoughtfully at the restocked shop, and then tilted his head a little.

"This is weird."

Back to normal was weird now. Welcome to Fandom.

[OOC: Open!]

-- And that's why I didn't open the store yesterday. And I don't even care about Easter!

*Chittering*

Oh. Hey! You could've, like, given a guy some heads-up. Hi, Fandom. This is Sparkle, and don't even listen to the squirrels. Yesterday was a holiday and I took the day off, that's not the same as being lazy, dammit. Case in point? I am here to do the broadcast, and they have handed me one note. One.

So, congrats, Beau and Karolina, your conversation about homework and family stuff over wine was totally squirrel-snooped. And now the whole island knows that two adults had conversation over wine.

I'm pretty sure the squirrels just phoned it in yesterday in favour of eating ham or something.

Do squirrels even eat ham?

Whatever, broadcast done.

hernando_fuentes

Hernando opened the shop after going for a very long run. It had been very tempting to just crawl right back in bed with Sparkle, where he'd already spent the majority of the last three days. Too tempting. He had a store, he had quokka to take care of. He might even have customers. With an air of resigned responsibility, he set out the pastries and did another cursory hunt for the Specials sign, still missing.

Standing took effort. He borrowed one of the high-top chairs from a table and pulled it behind the counter to sit on.

A moment later he found out just how high a quokka could bounce from a standstill when Dave hopped up into his lap and began imperiously nudging his hand for scritches. Hernando laughed quietly and obliged. "You miss them too, don't you my old friend?"

Abney had spent quite a lot of time curled up on the hearth telling Dave stories and petting him..

And Hernando was very much not thinking about that right now. He was going to make it through the day without bursting into tears. That was the goal.

Even he wasn't sure he'd make it.

[T42 is Open!]

Sparkle didn't want to be at work today. Where Sparkle really wanted to be was back at the tea shop, curled around Hernando, getting right back around to the coping with the fallout of the weekend stuff. But he also wanted to at least make the motions of being a functional-like human person, and presumably that meant going to work.

...

He gave in and closed up shop at noon. Easter wasn't a bath and beauty product sort of holiday quite the same way Valentine's was, so he doubted anybody would be particularly upset to come here after lunch and find the place closed. And what was his boss going to do? Fire him?

[OOC: Open until he leaves, anyway!]

rebelseekspizza

There was a rhythm to this, a known schedule. The children knew it, and the portal knew it. It reignited in the park as the sun sank behind the horizon, and stretched its psychic tendrils into the firmament.

It's time to go home...

[[ goodbye post for kids and parents! ]]

hernando_fuentes

The puddle of children had woken in the morning and asked to go to the park. After feeding them - and shooing the teenager out of his kitchen so he could have the privilege of making breakfast - Hernando walked them all to the park.

The children knew the way and it wasn't that Hernando was any sort of helicopter parent except yes, perhaps today a little bit, he was. Sparkle was making a quick dash into town to put a 'closed today on account of children' sign on the door of his store but planned to join them later.

Hernando had packed an entire antique picnic basket full of food and snacks and put Quinn to work hauling a rolling cooler behind them. The children had acted as if this were a usual thing and that made Hernando smile a bit. Abney was wearing the folded picnic blanket as a superhero cape and was running ahead with her arms out, making zooming plane noises.

There was way more food than the children would need, even if one was a growing teenager. To his rueful chagrin, Hernando found that the store had decided to help when he spread the blanket out and began to unpack. The basket never seemed to empty. He set out only enough plates of sandwiches and baskets of fruit for the moment and let the children go run. There were thermoses of tea and sodas and waters in the cooler as well.

Once free of her superhero cape, Abney lead the way to the playground and commenced burning off the energy. Quinn was more interested in reading a book but he, too, occasionally joined his sister in playing.

[Open park with picnic food! Come let the kids play together!]

Sparkle's Google history was going to be an interesting place, after today. Yeah, he'd come in to work for a shift, and all. Plenty of work to be done, always. But once the winter gear was down from the shelves and new spring stock was out on display, his attention wandered firmly away from clothing.

His searches were as follows:

Criminal lawyer Toronto Canada
Life coach Baltimore
kittens in party hats
kittens and puppies in party hats
can i raise a baby duck in my bathtub
legal advice arson
counselling for adults from foster system
can i just live in woods forever
how to hermit
counselling for legal trouble
psychiatrist patient confidentiality legal trouble?
baby ducks in party hats
giant cookie delivery

That last one, ultimately, was the most satisfying search of the day.

[OOC: Open!]

You know what? Sparkle's weekend hadn't actually been awful. He hadn't been Sparkle, and kinda wrinkled his nose at how well-meaning-but-kinda-dim he'd been.

But, like, the flipside was that he'd had like nine pets and they all had superpowers, one of them was a dragon and the other he was pretty sure was some kind of god, so, like, that balanced out nicely, okay?

And he'd kept those pets in the little round white and red balls that had been raining from the sky back when he'd found Velcro, and that kind of left him feeling nostalgic for his old cat. He hoped Hanna was taking good care of him. Velcro was the best cat. He still wanted a cat, dammit. It got lonely around the apartment when Atton was away, and Milady was a great fish, but... was a fish.

... Where could he get a Pikachu of his very own?

Anyway, Pick Your Poison is open, and Sparkle is behind the counter, looking thoughtful and not getting much of anything actually done today.

[OOC: Open!]

Spark had found a clothing shop today! A clothing shop! And since he was arguably the most fashionable of the Team Leaders (this was patently untrue, Blanche had Candela and himself beat by miles), and since the front door appeared to actually open when he tried one of the mystery keys that had been by his bed that morning (first rule of RPGs: Try every key in every door, okay?), he was quite happy to invite himself in and start perusing the stock.

He had to give a small nod of approval at the selection. Whoever ran this place clearly had a healthy appreciation for the color yellow. Of course, Spark had a bit of a bias. And anyway, his own shopping adventure had been cut short when he came across a selection of hats.

...

If anybody needed assistance in the Demon Marcus today, they could try flagging Spark down. He'd happily give you fashion advice that involved pairing hoodies with leather pants. But they'd have to interrupt the cutest dress-up session featuring one highly enthusiastic Pokémon trainer and his faintly exasperated Pikachu.

At least it wasn't his Zapdos?

[OOC: Open!]

sith_happened

Nothing to see in this perfectly normal park this morning, just a lion lounging under a tree and receiving a choreographed musical news report from the ducks in the pond.

Totally normal.

Toooooootally normal.

[OOC: I HAD TO.]

Sparkle was bored.

B-o-r-e-d, bored.

Now that the place was stocked up, you would think there would be customers. But Valentine's was well past now, and it wasn't like people really bought a lot of bath supplies for... what was up next? Easter? Meh.

Which meant that he was cleaning. Every little nook and cranny that he should have cleaned out while the shelves were still bare, but hey, this maybe wasn't a bad thing, either. It meant that he had more to do while he took things off the shelves to clean, and then put it all back again after.

... Still bored, though.

[OOC: Open!]

Sparkle squinted a little as he stepped into the shop today, half expecting... some kind of random whatever. Which, in fairness, he did whenever he stepped into the shop. He'd been on the island too long to not, after all.

He exhaled a breath he'd been holding when nothing obvious jumped out at him, and then made his way to the counter to start putting some of the winter clothes into boxes. It was about time to roll out the spring stock, after all.

[OOC: Open!]

future_sandworm

Leto hadn't visited Fandom for a while, maybe for too long, but things had been busy in Arrakeen, and he could hardly ignore his duties. This would be a short visit, possibly a surprise one to some ~~if they approve~~ and of course he'd start it with a coffee at the Perk as usual.

After ordering, he found a seat by the window, as usual. And as usual, watched people walk past.

It was a nice contrast to having the leaders of one of the major Houses poisoned and causing a violent conflict among their potential successors. Not that that hadn't been interesting, but he did deserve some quiet time.

[Open! Leto needed some attention from me and I'm home sick and bored.]

Did Sparkle look faintly exasperated when he walked into Demon Marcus to see that everything had turned green?

Why yes. Yes he did.

And did he look even more exasperated when he noticed that anything that once had polka dots was now covered in four-leaf clover print? Yes. Yes he did. And he was collecting that stuff up to go shove in a closet somewhere.

"Gonna piss off someone who knows the difference between a shamrock and a lucky charm," he muttered, opening the door to his storage closet.

... And immediately finding himself buried to the knees in Lucky Charms. The cereal, not the clover.

"Goddammit Fandom!"

Happy Sunday.

[OOC: Open!]

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