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Jaina had had a rough couple weeks, so it was sort of a good thing, personally, for a bunch of godzillas to invade a place where she could take those frustrations out on them. Sorry, godzillas! You picked the wrong day to pick a fight!

There were a few in the park, so she was staying local to there, dealing with one in particular that seemed annoyed enough that she was fighting back to keep it up. She might be kind of humoring it at this point. It was like catharsis. There were plenty more if anyone else wanted to take a crack at it!

[Open if you wanna fight a Godzilla in the park!]

deathsmajesty

Sometimes, you got artifacts that you knew exactly what they were for. Sometimes, you got artifacts that you had no idea what they were for. And then, sometimes, you got artifacts that you knew what they were for, technically, but still had no idea how, or, more importantly, why?

Like the newly-arrived helm of the host. What would possess someone to wear this? What about the weight? The balance? The likelihood of it getting caught on literally everything?

Maybe someone would want to buy it as a conversational piece, because surely no one was stupid enough to want to buy it and use it as an actual helmet.

Helm of the Host
They say two heads are better than one. If so, this helm is the best ever.

deathsmajesty

Liliana had been working on a secret project over the past three weeks and it was almost finished. It was almost as important to win at birthdays as it was at Christmas--and she had lost Christmas to both Ignis and Prompto! Obviously, this could not possibly stand.

And so, her project, sparked by a dinner conversation. One she was putting the finishing touches on now, sitting behind the counter and chuckling to herself, highly pleased by her own cleverness.

In the window was today's item, the Magister's Scepter.

imafuturist

The ballroom was done up for the Yule in honor with a particularly unique chandelier at the ready to keep with the theme. There was a collection of trees for the guests to help decorate and a distressing number of mistletoe hung around with care. If you were prone to enjoying that.

The trees ranged from table-sized to ceiling-scraping and a few of them already had decorations on them: one filled with ornaments clearly made by children, one full of Avengers action figures (how were there so many suits, Tony? How?), and one decorated with the natural ornaments traditional for Yule: berries, pinecones, and dried fruit. Steve and Tony had overruled actual candles on any of the trees, but the traditional fire to celebrate the season was flickering from its containment area on the roof.

And it was snowing indoors just enough to be thematic, but melting before it could actually reach the guests and mess up their nice clothing. Because sometimes Tony just needed to flex on the science skills. Sometimes.

heroic_jawline

Putting up signs about the holiday party would have been easier if Tony hadn't turned into a cat.

Putting up the signs about the holiday party would have been much easier if Thor hadn't also turned into a goat.

Putting up the signs about the holiday party would have been much, much easier if it wasn't also raining marzipan, and yet Steve prevailed!

"Thor, stop eating the marzipan," he scolded, taping a sign to the pole. "Patty, you too."

Both corgi and goat ignored him while the Tony cat sat on his shoulder yowling disapproval about being outside in the weather.

HAVE A COOL YULE
Celebrate the festive season with us!
Stark Tower, Friday, December 13th, after sunset
Food, Drink, ~~festive bonfire atop the building~~ no ~~but it is traditional!~~ Revels
Festive attire encouraged!

This was why you didn't write an invitation with a committee, Steve thought with an internal sigh.

"...Thor, stop eating the invitations."

[OOC: Open post!]

slothbabyproductions

Today, Kamala was still riding a high from the weekend so she was in an even better mood than usual. Yes, last week she was a sloth but the last couple of days more than made up for it.

Plus she was eating leftover cake for breakfast so there was also a sugar high involved.

Enter Stark Industries at your own risk. Kamala was likely to be extra cheerful today.

heroic_jawline

The ballroom was positively sparkling with glitter and the light off of the brand new chandelier for the occasion. (Which should really come as a surprise to no one considering how many chandeliers they'd cycled on through for previous events.)

In preparation to the many amateur skaters they were anticipating, the half-sized walls around the skating rink--now located below the chandelier and taking up three quarters of the normal ballroom space--were well-padded.

There were drinks and appetizers and plenty of good music ready for people to come in and have a fun evening out if they were so inclined! Time to roller disco!

imafuturist

After classes and maybe to give Steve just a little space for a moment, Tony was busy around town putting up posters to let people know about an upcoming party.

Steve Rogers & Tony Stark invite you to a
ROLLER DISCO PARTY
FRIDAY, JUNE 28TH
SUNSET
STARK TOWER
Dress in your best (19)70s outfit!
Rollerskates will be provided

Nothing said closing out Pride Month quite like that, right?

[establishy, but open if you like!]

drumsticksandd20s

The rainbow in the sky over the island for Pride was tradition, any and all weather logic be damned, and it seemed to be especially -- almost defiantly -- bright this year.

And the festival's organizer wouldn't have it any other way.

The park was all decked out in rainbows, glitter, and miniature Pride flags of different varieties. The bounce house and ballpit slide were back again to serve as the centerpiece this year, as were the assortment of rides and very queer-themed carnival games.

The stage with its ~~NPC~~ bands and open-mic sessions was set up next to the picnic area, where an assortment of ~~highly moddable~~ foods had been provided by whichever restaurants Steph had ~~strong-armed into~~ prevailed upon to contribute. Tables and booths were set up on the other side of the picnic area for any vendors or local businesses that wanted to take part, but don't worry, no one was going to try and get you to sign up for a credit card or anything like that. Steph would have personally beaten anyone who tried that over the head with their own clipboard.

Happy Pride, Fandom! Have at it.

[OOC: ~~After I put up the OCD, that is.~~ Threads are up! Go wild.]

slothbabyproductions

On the way to her internship this morning, Kamala had gone back to the manor to change and clean up after paintball. On her way out, she found a package from home sitting in the foyer.

After getting settled in at her desk, Kamala opened it up to find her mother had sent along a bunch of milk toffees and a bunch of her favorite baked goods.

Kamala took a moment to inhale the smells from home before diving in and sampling them.

Work could wait.

imafuturist

The Waffle House was a mysterious thing, arriving on island only in times of great need. Like when a number of people might be very, very. very hungover.

That was why Tony was slumped over on a sticky, poorly washed table, waiting for another cup of weak coffee and much too greasy potatoes with a single slice of barely melted American cheese on them.

Like a real champ.

[so open]

okey_dokey

So, first order of business: Lucy got herself a cappuccino, thank you Ignis, from the kiosk in the lobby, and made sure to leave a little extra for the little guy working the booth. (These things were, respectively, called a tip -- which she had heard of before -- and a gremlin, which she had decidedly not heard of before.)

Armed with coffee, she set to work familiarizing herself with the available tools they had, and what was already in stock as far as parts and repairs-to-be.

Stark Industries was open!

[though with a lil bit of afternoon SP!]

slothbabyproductions

So today was Kamala's first day as a Stark intern. She had high expectations for the day but so far it had been somewhat of a disappointment.

For instance the first-day-of-work outfit that she and Nak's had put together was sleeveless and it wasn't until she arrived at work that she noticed the round bruises from today's paintball game.

Well at least there wasn't paint in her hair.

And she also had not anticipated her day to be sitting at the main desk watching orientation videos and signing paperwork.

"Why do I have to sign a disclosure about not holding Stark Industries responsible if I get attacked by a creation of Tony Stark?" She asked herself out loud.

Best not to ruminate on that, Kamala.

[It's open.]

imafuturist

Tony was going through the paperwork he'd been ignoring this past week with Steve out of town. Which was something Pepper would appreciate, but that was hardly the point.

"J, why is my signature on an internship here?"

JARVIS didn't respond, possibly pretending that the speakers in the shop were broken. And because he'd for sure forged that signature like a kid for a permission slip at school.

"This better not get strange," Tony sighed, putting it to the side for now.

[open!]

throughaphase

Kitty was just bored enough to start considering things to do, which ended up in her maybe trying to plan things for a party. Maybe something casual? And not in a bar, even if that was really easy when you ran a bar.

Tino, who hadn't taken down the space decorations from Wal-Mart's website after Saturday, had ideas, and Kitty was going to have to find some way to let him down easy that he would never be allowed in her house.

[Open!]

imafuturist

Well, Tony was...nominally in the shop proper. Mostly by virtue of getting distracted with an idea before he could continue down to the lab.

He hadn't even noticed the new specials from the Starbucks kiosk.

But, hey, Pepper would be thrilled with all the ideas he was coming up with for the board.

[open!]

imafuturist

The flowers were mostly gone! Which was good. But now Tony was left bereft of an active project and not even the rage over Elon Musk's continued existence was working.

Which was why he was doing, gasp, paperwork for Pepper. And reviewing his R&D department's projects to make sure nothing was edging into matters not meant for the minds of mortal men or something. You know, the usual stuff.

[open!]

moreofaponchoguy

Cal had fallen into a pretty solid daily routine that thankfully hadn't been interrupted by any children, but he decided to take a small detour today to check out the junkyard. As much as he wanted to look at the ships, he kept a respectful distance and admired them from afar as he looked over all the scattered piles of bits and parts.

He crouched down to let BD-1 hop down and take a look. "Do you think if we cleaned this place up a little, anyone would mind if we took something useful?"

"We can say sorry later!" BD-1 replied, already running towards a pile of scrap.

Cal laughed and settled down nearby, multi-tool at the ready. "Sounds like a plan to me."

[The junkyard is open!]

heroic_jawline

Guests would step off of the elevator into flowers strung artfully from the ceiling and leading them into the ballroom.

And yes, the ballroom had a new chandelier hanging from the vaulted ceiling because Tony was Tony, but at least this one smelled really nice and Steve wouldn't have to find another art museum to donate it to.

The rest of the space was decorated like Tony had told extremely expensive decorators to use too many flowers, with only slight attention paid to what was in season as opposed to what looked dramatic. "How many orchids did they use?" Steve was muttering as he walked around giving a last minute check to the food and drinks.

"A perfectly normal amount," Tony said, smiling beatifically, waiting to great their guests. Because he enjoyed all the flowers. Maybe they actually needed more.

Steve plucked a white flower from the many, many, many to choose from and added it to this lapel. "Well, at least no one will be confused about the theme."

Welcome to the party, everyone! Show off your outfits and your hats!

imafuturist

While it didn't really feel like spring at this very moment, it was still here. Somehow. Which meant Tony was quite cheerfully putting up flyers to let people know about...

Spring Garden Party

Please join us at the ballroom of Stark Industries

Friday Evening, April 12th

Floral attire suggested, elaborate hats or fascinators encouraged

Because who didn't like a party after such a long, tedious winter?

[mostly establishy as work eats my brain!]

imafuturist

The building was made of gingerbread and Tony already had some plans drawn up for potential future additions to the tower ~~that Steve and physics and also the zoning board cruelly prevented him from putting into action~~. So, clearly now was the best time to test things out in the lab in case the gingerbread thing lasted long and renovations could be done with sugar and spice and everything nice.

Which involved stress testing the gingerbread.

For science.

[I had to]

heroic_jawline

Well, the ballroom was once again done up for a grand get-together with a distinctly winter and holidays theme: trees and greenery and candles and (non-sentient) ribbons on things. Because Tony didn't know how to not go overboard, there was one massively oversized tree and a brand new chandelier over the dance floor to continue with a wintry feel.

The trees were covering the normal rotation of wall art that kids sent to the Avengers, but the smaller trees around the ballroom had handmade ornaments sent from around the world and contained at least two depictions of Thor flying Santa around using his hammer. Because it was the holidays! Everyone wanted Thor to fly them around for the holidays, right?

There was holiday music in a variety of languages playing over the entirely too complicated sound system when the gremlin choir that Steve, at least, didn't remember inviting wasn't singing on the stage. The food was catered and abundant (though missing jelly doughnuts. After yesterday, Tony and Steve had declared themselves doughnuted out, however temporarily), your hosts were suitably attired, and there wasn't a bathtub filled with hooch to be found anywhere.

Welcome to the holiday party, everyone! Enjoy yourselves.

imafuturist

So, Steve had talked him down from an ice sculpture the height of the room, but Tony could still be extra with other aspects of party planning here. But first... the flyers, letting people know about it.

Fandom Holiday Party

The evening of December 15th

Come for food, dancing and cheer. No gifts required, only bring yourselves

Ugly holiday sweaters optional, but encouraged

The tiny horses were helping out by carrying the tape for him. Or maybe it was stuck to them and they just liked following Tony around. Who really knew?

bigdamnprincipal

Things were a little quieter as the carnival was being set up this morning, but after the last few days that was kind of a low bar. The weather was perfect for an autumn themed event - a little cool and crisp, but bright and sunny with no advertisements anywhere in sight. What more could anyone ask for?

heroic_jawline

Steve hadn't felt right about stealing anything as a way of fighting back, so he'd spent his time trying to convince the TV people to ask for higher wages and dental benefits. His first sign that something had changed was TV people disappearing, then the smoke coming from the forest, and the coffee shops popping back out of existence.

The cobblestones on the streets and sidewalks returned, and with a final groan, the steps came back around town just as Tino trundled up the street with a Walmart shopping cart and an enormous big screen TV.

Steve gave him a disappointed shake of his head as Tino struggled to get his ill-gotten wares up the stairs, then blinked as he noticed that the Waffle House was still, improbably, jammed into a corner. It wasn't without its damage from reality reasserting itself--the sign now read WAFFLE SQUARF--but it had been a very long week and while Steve was inexplicably craving shawarma, pecan pancakes would do just as well.

He gave the staff a polite smile as he entered and sat down at what he'd noticed last time was the least sticky booth and started scrolling his phone, deleting spam ads with extreme prejudice today.

A story about a group who went into breakfast places like this and tipped $100 from each diner caught his eye. He'd do the same thing for however many people joined him: he could more than afford to, and it was probably just good sense to keep the Waffle House people appeased, right?

[OOC: Tino modded with permission, post-burninating party up for Raiden-mun who has been felled by a headache! Waffle House will disappear at midnight tonight, only to reappear post-BDEs and whenever your character is either roaringly drunk or stupidly hungover. Spirit Halloween will relocate to the burned-out hulk of Walmart tomorrow and disappear--along with said hulk-- on Tuesday!]

throughaphase

Welp. Caritas was a Margaritaville. All bright colors and tropical decor, with Tino unhappily wearing a branded shirt. And while Caritas had a little kitchen for like bar food that people rarely ordered, there was a full on restaurant now.

There was merch on the wall. Merch for a restaurant Kitty didn't even run because this was a bar.

Now said bar was where you sat if the wait for a table was too long.

"I don't know what to do with this," Kitty decided.

imafuturist

The ballroom was once again set up for guests at Stark Industries, this time with a decidedly colorful theme for it. Where the color white could reasonably be avoided it was avoided: from the decorations to the lighting, to the food and drinks provided for the guests.

Because no one enjoyed a nice theme more than Tony Stark.

Steve strode across the ballroom and stared up at the new Chihuly chandelier installed over the dance floor. "When I suggested we switch out the art, I meant the kids' paintings," he said, pointing to the new, very colorful, pictures that had been blown up from construction paper size to 5 foot tall show-stoppers. "I still think the pictures of Princess Thor riding on the unicorn wins, though."

somethingwithturquoise

In the grand tradition of not rudely interrupting plans for parties and picnics, any rain that may or may not have been in the forecast seemed to have been holding off or at least avoiding the island until later that night, when all festivities were over, and could you blame it? Even weather patterns thought it wise not to incur the wrath of Summer Smith with an event on hand.

But, of course, there was no doubt that a section of the beach had been set up for such a party. In fact, it was set up for the baby shower of the year. Sure, it started in the afternoon, but, expecting it to go on a bit into the night, lights had been strung up around the designated party area, in the shape of stars, of course.

Underneath the scattering of pale, pastel beach umbrellas in muted tones of blue, pink, and yellow, were low tables surrounded by soft cushions for sitting, as well as a few taller tables for those who'd prefer standing, as well as beach chairs and blankets, too.

Of course, the theme translated into some seashell motifs scattered here and there, and especially on the food and gift tables, but the real focus of the set-up would be the large canopy which the parents themselves would sit, each with a beachy throne to sit in, and, for the mother-to-be especially, there was a nice little basin of cold water for her too keep her feet in, as well as several little portable AC units to help keep the space cooler.

But still, Summer had also hired over some of the waiters from that cat cafe that serves only pancakes staffed entirely by shirtless hunky dudes to also be shirtless here and walk around with palm fronds to help keep people cool, and also coming around with trays of drinks and snacks.

What? You're welcome?

It was all very beachy, very classy, and once everyone got there, the baby shower could definitely get on its way!

drumsticksandd20s

Had it rained overnight, even just for a moment? That might be a mystery forever, but this was Fandom, so maybe that didn't matter one damn bit because the important thing here was that a huge, brilliant rainbow arced through the sky over the island right on schedule, the way it did every year for Pride.

The park itself was also a wild array of rainbow colors: strings of pennants in the various flag color combinations criss-crossing over the picnic table area, a giant multicolored balloon arch over the stage, and the same rainbow bounce house and inflatable slide from last year, still forming the centerpiece of the carnival section and spilling out into a ballpit. The other carnival rides and games were arranged around the slide, with the tables and booths just beyond that.

Up on stage, a small rotation of ~~NPC~~ bands -- including a bunch of the weekly Blood Bowl players from the Magpie Emporium, whose volunteering had been a delightful surprise -- took turns playing short sets, mixed in with blocks of carefully curated tunes spun by Steph herself at the DJ setup off to one side... and time for karaoke or open mic performances from anyone intrepid enough to get up there. Half the time, Steph was sitting in on drums with the bands.

Happy Pride, Fandom!

[OOC: Threads are up, have at!]

heroic_jawline

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

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

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

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

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

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

imafuturist

Well, setting a date was a good step forward in giving the construction a firm end, right? And Tony thrived on unrealistic deadlines for himself, so...

He was putting up fliers as the time honored method of letting the town know about a party. Also, Steve said that sending out a mass text was a no go.

Stark Industries
Grand Re-Opening Gala
~~~
June 16th, Cocktail Hour

Specialty drinks provided by Summer Smith
Musical stylings provided by Steph Gingrich

Semi-formal attire suggested

Because who didn't enjoy getting dressed up for a party sometimes?

[can be open!]

imafuturist

Well, the changes that Steve had suggested were well under way and the facade of the building was less overtly modern than Tony liked, but matched the other buildings nearby better.

Nothing like an old fashioned version of the Stark name in cast iron to fit the vibe.

Patriot lay snoozing at his feet as Tony double checked on supply orders and the updated time frame for completion.

[open!]

imafuturist

Well, the repairs from the were-elephant were well underway. Reinforced walls and a little (a lot) bit of expansion upwards. And it wasn't like Stark Tower, but it was closer to that than it had been before with a few more stories being added onto the place since they were already building there.

It seemed like a good idea to Tony, at least.

And, at the rate things were going, it shouldn't be too terribly long before it was fully habitable again. Tony hummed thoughtfully as he looked over the plans for the place on his tablet, already making notes on where he could add some more, ah, experimental security measures once the bulk of the building was completed.

[open post, of course!]

gambles_everything

It was probably best not to ask where mayor Faden had found that much raw meat. Or what might happen to it later. But it was there, in the park, not far from where the beasts' portal had first appeared.

And it was working.

Weremongooses, werebeavers and werepigs, all came skulking out of the shadows to find the hoard. They were hungry, and some of the locals were chewy, you see.

They had no idea what was waiting for them.

[[ fighty post! open. ]]

scarlet_chaos

Wanda had vaguely been warned by Scott that the store might need some TLC at least in terms of accounting. So she went in expecting a little bit of a paperwork disaster. What she did not expect, however, was a delivery of 10 boxes filled with just...rubber chickens.

What did rubber chickens have to do with magic, Scott?

[Open]

mylandmyrules

Nell was here and, frankly, taking it easy today. She was caught up with everything she needed to do and had all her orders out, so she was giving herself permission to relax. So, between customers you might find her sitting with a cup of tea and her book.

throughaphase

The year was over! Almost!

Caritas was all set up. There were lights all around and the Christmas tree was still up, sprigs of non-yelly mistletoe hung from a couple spots in the bar, and there was great music for people to enjoy. All anyone had to do was show up and count down to 2023 with other people!

And maybe prepare for confetti at midnight. Sorry not sorry.

SPECIALS
Confetti Champage (Available in non-alcoholic)
Tom and Jerry Punch
Kir Royale
North Pole-adas
Dirty Snowman

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.

imafuturist

Well, Steve was still a dog. And Tony had run out if projects that were safe for him to be around in the lab, so it appeared the best solution was coffee.

Or maybe that was just a Tony thing.

Either way. He was going to enjoy doing a little people watching with a laying golden retriever laying down underneath the table.

[open!]

fates_jaye

Tino had been playing with the blender today. Jaye was doing her damndest to stay out of it. Until the specials board went up.

SPECIALS
BLENDED DRINKS

"It's amazing how on your own you are with this," she told him.

throughaphase

Kitty was desperately trying to keep the cat off the bar. It'd been cute at first, till the glass got batted off the edge. She'd had Tino clean up and put the cat down on the floor once it was taken care of, only for another glass to get knocked over by a different cat.

So now both your bartenders were holding cats who didn't want to be held but they could not be trusted.

Also the cups were gonna be red and solo today.

SPECIALS
PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY COCKTAIL
IN A RED PLASTIC CUP

[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.

throughaphase

Far be it from Kitty to let Shark Week go by this year without a theme. Partly because Lexi had caught a little bit of it while kitty was flipping channels and now the kid was obsessed with seeing "big fishes" and The Rock, and it was fine because she was too little to understand what was going on in most of it so it wasn't bad parenting, really. Either way, it was on Kitty's mind this week.

The Great White Shark Week Fishbowl
Blood In the Water
Deep Blue Sea

She'd be back behind the bar with a non-alcoholic version of the second one between customers.

[Open!]

imafuturist

Even though Steve won his pie eating contest, he was still a growing super soldier. Which was why Tony had offered to treat him to ice cream. And not just because it was summer and Tony wanted some ice cream. No, no. Not at all.

Except how it was.

Tony looked over the variety of selections, trying not to just order the kitchen sink monstrosity just to see if Steve would be able to finish it without getting sick. Choices, choices...

[Open post!]

throughaphase

7/11 was yesterday, but that did not deter Tino from wanting to do this particular special today.

SPECIALS
HALF OFF SLUSHY TYPE DRINKS

"Okay but you're going to have to argue with people when they start nitpicking what counts as 'slushy type,'" Kitty warned.

drumsticksandd20s

Yesterday's rainbow was still intact in the sky today, and the weather was pleasant and sunny -- maybe it was like Yang had said, and Pride got the island's stamp of approval. In any case, it was good parade weather. Sunscreen was still a good idea, though.

The parade route this year might be a bit different than it had been previously, starting up at the lighthouse to come down Jones Parkway, then east along Serendipity Place to Loon Drive, then down Unicorn Way to Apocalypse Avenue before turning back up Chimera Court to Mallard Street. It shouldn't be hard to follow the route, either: rainbow bunting was strung up between light poles, and Steph might have gotten a few of the businesses along the way to put flags up, too.

The route would take everyone to the park -- cleaned up after yesterday's festivities, amazingly, but there were still drinks and pastries waiting for everyone in the picnic area afterward. Hey, doing a parade on all those stairs deserved some kind of treat and definitely some rehydration.

[OOC: Come get your Pride parade on, Fandom!]

drumsticksandd20s

Right. So Steph had meant to have the store all decorated for the month yesterday, but in between the kraken drill and then the Wednesday shenanigans she'd been pretty much useless for doing much besides getting her box of Pride decorations from her place to the store.

So she was in early this morning and putting everything up. Her sparkly rainbow Pride sign went atop the center shelf in the comics section, where she'd put together a display of comics of various genres featuring queer characters; the lesbian pride flag that she usually kept hanging over her drums was up on the office door. A small collection of hand-lettered parade signs stood beside the dice displays, a dish of pins and buttons was up beside the register with a "TAKE ONE" sign beside it, and right square in the center of the front display window where it couldn't possibly be missed was a very large rainbow flag.

There were other decorations too, now: she'd spent a good chunk of time over the past few weeks painting entire miniature adventuring parties and equipping them with tiny signs and flags, and now there was a whole miniature Pride parade marching all along the length of one of the board game shelves in the center of the store's front room. There was a special "Spotlight on LGBTQIA+ Creators" display of games and sourcebooks, and of course the rack of D&D themed pride and pronoun pins. There would probably be even more added as the month went on and inspiration struck her.

If anyone needed Steph today, she'd be up at the register or in the office with her laptop and a couple dozen open browser tabs, doing research and scribbling away feverishly in a notebook. For Reasons.

[OOC: I am a normal amount emotional about the Pride memories part of LiS:TC Wavelengths. And the whole June section of it, really. Which I had to screenshot extensively for reference, naturally. Open!]

throughaphase

Kitty got to work nice and early to make sure Tino wouldn't try to surprise her with anything tonight, and started setting up for the event tonight. It wasn't like a big theme party or anything- though they were probably due for one of those- but still, let's try to make a good impression.

She hadn't noticed that he'd given all the zombies capes for some reason.

EVENT TONIGHT
COME UP WITH YOUR SELF-NAMED DRINK
GET IT FREE AT CARITAS FOR LIFE

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.]

solo_sword

The park was the site of many a Jaina Solo wedding, so here we all were again! It'd been a couple years at least, okay?

The seats were set up for people to gather and watch on either side of the aisle, and flowers featured ge wily in the decor because someone's idea of weddings was more or less just "flowers," and Jaina and Kennedy were ready to commit to each other for the rest of their lives. (Despite already being married to other people.) (Details.)

It was a beautiful day and surely nothing would spoil it!

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