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Summer was always just a little worried, after coming back from a school trip, about what kind of Tino she would be getting on Wednesday, but if anyone was worried that the kind of Tino would be a normal and not terrible one, they could rest assured that he was just as weird and awful as ever.

But this time, it was in a way that Summer almost respected, because it was clearly tapping from her wheelhouse. And she wasn't going to admit that she found it fascinating and intriguing, but there was a part of her that felt...well...almost a little proud?

Because today, Tino was putting sausages on the ends of various bottles of whiskey and proudly showing her how they could now function as jiggers, so if you poured a shot, you poured it through the sausage to infuse said whiskey with a nice hint of sausage.

Don't get her wrong; it was terrible. But it was the kind of terrible that she almost wish she'd have thought of it herself.

Featured Cocktail
The Lion & the Lamb

Featured Jello
March Madness
Thin Mint
Ruby Red Grapefruit
Guacamole

Caritas is open!

designateddadfriend

The goose was making a nest.

On Travis's desk.

"What are you doing?!" Travis asked. He definitely wasn't flailing wildly at the goose. (He was absolutely flailing wildly at the goose.) "You don't live here! I live here! You do not get to live here!"

The goose ignored him completely.

"Probie!" Travis tried. "Can you tell this goose it doesn't live here?!"

Probie gave Travis a long, tired look.

Sorry, Trav. This was the goose's office now. You were lucky it was willing to share.

[open!]

designateddadfriend

Travis arrived at work today wearing his turnout jacket, his boots, and an ill-fitting but luxurious pair of silk pajama pants.

His pony outfit didn’t have pants, okay? And he and Eliot weren’t quite the same size. And that was all the thinking he was going to do about the fact that he’d spent the night (and most of the afternoon before it) with Eliot at his place.

Well. Other than maybe planning to hit the man up the next time he felt like having a random hook-up.

The goose was waiting for Travis in the lobby when he arrived. Travis took one look at it, said “Absolutely not”, and went to go change.

The goose went off to sulk. The rest of Travis’s shift promised to be delightfully normal. Or, you know. As normal as anything got in a town where your walk of shame included “not thinking about the fact we were both ponies until shortly before sunrise.”

[open!]

betterthanaplan

After a fair amount of cursing back on his boat, Duke decided that screw this island, he was going to go into work today, pony or not.

Look. Sometimes spite was more powerful than depression, okay?

"Wait," he said, as he trotted into the diner. "Why aren't any of you ponies?"

His -- human -- staff blinked at him.

"Are you really sure that's the question to be asking here, boss?" Ali asked.

Duke face-. . . hoofed and groaned.

"I hate everything."

Today's specials
Sprouted mung bean burgers

Luke's was open.

designateddadfriend

The goose was back. Or possibly it had never left. It may, in fact, have been stalking Travis to the mainland and back, staring at him from a distance as he tried to do his volunteer firefighter gig in Baltimore.

Or maybe Baltimore just also had a Canada goose population and Travis was paranoid.

Either way, Travis was in a staring contest with the goose today. He had a firefighter's pike pole to keep it at bay. It had a what looked like one of the throwing axes from the Devil's Nest in its wing. They each stood on opposite ends of the lobby, unmoving.

Probie heaved a long-suffering puppy sigh and went to go take a nap.

[open!]

designateddadfriend

Travis had planned on spending his shift today how he expected to spend every Friday shift throughout the semester: waiting by the phone to be called in to put out a fire at the school, because Beaker was once again somehow put in charge of students.

Unfortunately, this plan was thwarted. The goose was back again.

"What -- no. No, bad goose. Put that down." Travis was once again cornered on top of the reception desk trying to ward a Canada goose off with a lamp. "How can you even hold a knife you don't have any fingers!"

Who the hell thought it was a good idea to arm a goose?

[open!]

designateddadfriend

"No, look -- I understand the island just does things that we have no control over. I've been here for years." Travis rubbed his eyes, regretting his entire life. On the other end of the phone, the ~~NPC~~ city maintenance worker was probably doing exactly the same thing. "I'm just saying, someone should probably make the sure the fire suppression systems aren't spitting out mulled wine today."

He leaned back in his chair, making screaming motions at the ceiling.

"Yeah, weirdly enough 'things probably won't catch fire today' isn't actually reassuring." Probie trotted over and rested her head on his knee, sensing his frustration. "Because that's exactly when things do catch fire! So maybe having some kind of back up system in the event of 'the municipal water supply is currently alcoholic' isn't a bad idea?!"

The screaming motions turned to choking motions.

"Then whose job is it? Don't you dare say it's mine."

This was going to be an unbearable day.

[open!]

designateddadfriend

As a diligent sort of firefighter (and a person who had in the past borne the shame of being a firefighter whose own fire alarms had run out of batteries), Travis had made a habit of checking the station's fire alarm and suppression system on the first of every month.

He nearly fell off his step ladder when, upon pressing the test button on the first smoke alarm in the lobby this morning, it started beeping out Carol of the Bells instead of the usual, you know, bleep.

It was really loud. And went on for a really long time. Probie howling along didn't help anything.

"Sometimes I really hate this island!!" he told her, his arm wrapped around his head as he tried to cover his ears and search for a pair of ear protection headphones at the same time.

They had them for the trucks, surely they also had some for the office too, right?

. . . Right?

[HEY LOOK WHO REMEMBERED TO POST SOMETHING. Open!]

designateddadfriend

The goose was back.

"Shouldn't you be flying south for the winter?!"

Silly Travis. This was south for the winter. It was also north for the summer. Canada geese had found a niche in the Mid-Atlantic that was balmy and comfortable year-round.

And this particular one had found a niche under Travis's desk.

"Shoo! Shoo! No biting! Bad goose!"

Sorry, Travis, that was the goose's desk now. If you asked nicely, maybe it would share.

[open!]

designateddadfriend

". . . No, I'm not saying that," Travis said into the phone. "I'm just asking how did he end up stuck in a well 'like Baby Jessica'?" He rubbed his nose. "Do the radio squirrels even bury nuts? I thought they lived completely off of rum." He groaned, then let himself pace. "He realizes it took them days to get Baby Jessica out, right? This isn't hte kind of thing where I just swoop in to the rescue. We'd need to dig and -- and maybe drill, and there'd be a whole team of people and it probably wouldn't even be me at the end who carries him out all heroically -- oh, he did? Great. Very glad to hear it. Thanks."

He hung up, pondered throwing his phone at the wall, and finally just slumped into his chair with a sigh. Probie, who had been tailing him close at heel, on high alert, put her paws into his lap and rested her head on his thigh with a little doggie sigh.

"Summer was right," Travis told her. "I'm thinking we should just let Leroy stay stuck wherever he is next time."

Probie let out a little huffed 'woof'.

"Yeah," Travis agreed, rubbing her ears. "I know. If he ever calls that bluff, we're doomed."

[open!]

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

Summer was thinking about maybe testing some of her cocktail ideas for the party on Friday on Tino to sort of get a vibe for which ones she should feature, since she was really having a hard time figuring out how to narrow them down to a decent list, but then Tino said he'd only help if he got to test some cocktails on her, and...

...nope, definitely not worth it. Especially not when she could potentially ask her usual bar patrons to test a few of them, although she did like the element of surprise, so maybe she'll just have to either trust her gut or draw straws of something.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Everything But White
Be Sure to Come to the Party on Friday!
Maple Almond
Pear Sour
Choclate and Mandarin*
Pineapple Olive

Caritas is open!

designateddadfriend

"For the last time, it's literally my job to rescue people. You didn't need to follow me all the way back to the fire station."

Travis was used to this sort of behavior on occasion. People in high stress situations sometimes sort of . . . imprinted on their rescuers and became infatuated with them. Hell, Dean's daughter was the result of a former victim turning "firefly" and the two of them hooking up!

But this . . . this was ridiculous.

"Seriously, Leroy. You're not stuck in a drain anymore. Go home. Rest up and relax and then you can get back to being weird about watching people in their private lives so you can make other people talk about it on the local radio station."

Leroy was unimpressed by this summation of his noble duties as a reporter. Travis was going to have a mark on that ankle later.

[inspired by a discord message from the ever delightful

stykera. Open!]

somethingwithturquoise

Look. Summer didn't technically have proof that there was any sort of behind-the-scenes socialization going on between Tino, Tiny, and Apu, but it did seem a little suspicious, didn't it, if you started to put a few things together, that when she came into the bar that day, she was to find Tino all decked out in a sexy lumberjack get-up, complete with booty shorts, of course.

"I know you want me to," Summer informed him pointedly as she started to get set up for the evening, "but you know I am absolutely not asking. But I will say that I see you eying that pole in the back room, and so, just so we're crystal clear, I am veto'ing that shit right now."

She could already see that spark of rebellion in his eyes, though, so Summer just hoped it was a good busy day tonight so that he couldn't just slip away to the back and traumatize her further.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free for all Wednesday Activity Participants!

Cherries and Coke
Mango and Jalapeño*
Strawberries and Cream
Chocolate and Mint
Honeydew and Red Cabbage*

Caritas is open!

drumsticksandd20s

Actual, literal rainbow? Still in the sky, check.

Weather, still surprisingly cooperative? Also check.

Like last year, the parade was starting up near the lighthouse and passing all the businesses on that end of the island before making its way across, past Serenity Cove and the Arms Hotel. In a slight change from last year's route, it would then take a left up Griffin Way, a right onto Black Swan Drive, then down Minotaur Lane and onto Apocalypse Avenue to loop around the park and pass Galactica Point before doubling back to the park by way of Sphinx Street and Mallard Way.

The parade even seemed to have a grand marshal's float of sorts this year: Little Bot the souped-up Roomba from the Magpie Emporium, all painted in Pride flag colors with a shoebox full of the store's resident gamer gremlins on his back, each of them waving various flags. The glittery varieties, even. (Should anyone have concerns about the gremlins biting anyone, Little Bot was carrying a dented Cypher System core rulebook in two of his servo claws just in case they got ideas, but none of them seemed remotely interested in getting off of their float anyway.)

A low-key picnic was set up in the park at the end of it all -- nothing like yesterday's festival, though the decorations over the picnic tables remained -- with some rainbow pastries courtesy of JGoB, beverages, and fruit skewers. Yes, also in rainbow colors thanks to a variety of different fruits.

You know, just so everybody had a little recovery treat after all that hiking.

[OOC: ~~Please hold for a touch of OCD~~ Threads are up, have at!]

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!]

designateddadfriend

Baltimore, or at least the one in the universe that Travis had been volunteering in, had spent part of the week dealing with smoke from wildfires blowing in from up north, so he was already feeling pretty tired by the time he was scheduled for his usual shift in Fandom this week. There were only so many times he could give supplemental oxygen to an idiot who'd decided that going for a run in code purple weather was somehow the virtuously healthy choice before he wanted to start hurting people on purpose, after all.

But hey. It was Fandom, right? 99 times out of 100, Fandom was totally quiet! He could absolutely spend his shift recuperating with nothing worse to worry about than an overeager porg intern trying to follow a radio squirrel up a telephone pole and falling off.

He really should have known better.

"HONK!"

"No! Bad goose!"

"Hisss!"

"What are you even doing here?! Aren't you supposed to be Canadian?!"

*flapflapflapFLAPFLAPFLAPFLAPFLAP!!!*

If anyone needed Travis, they'd find him cornered on top of the reception desk, trying to fend off an angry Canada goose with a desk lamp.

[I TOLD YOU I'D DO IT! Open!]

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. ]]

betterthanaplan

The plan was for Duke to swing through the diner quickly this morning to just make sure everything was shipshape before heading back to the boat to help Lucifer keep Octavia the -- horrifying hyena-beast-thing -- secure.

The plan was being thwarted by the diner being . . . the diner.

( Attack of the werebeasts )

Today's specials
[illegible due to fire damage]

"Am I fired?" Ali asked tiredly, as he sat beside Duke on the stairs, watching the fire lick its way up to the loft above the remains of the diner.

"You kidding?" Duke passed him the bottle of bourbon he'd saved from his office. "You're getting a fucking raise. I should have redecorated ages ago."

Luke's was not open. And probably wouldn't be for a little while.

[But the post can be! Especially if anyone wants to fight a fire, a werehedgehog firefighter, or the moddable NPC weremoose and wereanteater!]

somethingwithturquoise

Soooo, Summer was having a day.

Well, technically, it had been an afternoon, but when she got the text from Apu saying that Shunsui had apparently turned into a sloth and was tearing down the entire store with some new sloth bestie, she felt compelled to dig up her contract and find where it said this was not her problem. But she knew better, and so she sighed and was just grateful the morning had been quiet enough for her to get her jello shots for tonight finished and setting in the fridge when all this went down and she went down fully prepared to have pink-kimono-wearing sloth clinging to her for the next week or so, and then probably a nice potential lawsuit to dole out once he changed back, because who the fuck else was going to take care of an animaled Shunsui? Amaya?

She did not get paid enough for this.

Of course, when she got to the store, it became pretty clear pretty quickly that this was not your run of the mill animal transformation, because Shunsui (and the other sloth, whoever the fuck that was) had tried to attack her. So that was a whole thing, and thank god she managed to send the Shunsui-sloth into the nice display of parmesan that the cheese panda had set up, because that was not going to sit well with that guy, who promptly knocked sloth Shunsui right out, and then he turned back, though clearly unconscious.

And then there was the other sloth, and by this point, Summer was running late for her Caritas shift, so she decided that they'd figure this out tomorrow, and, in the meantime, they would just drag Shunsui's unconscious body behind the counter (please, like he'd never been passed out unconscious behind the counter before, come on) and then, between herself, Apu, and the cheese panda, they managed to toss the other sloth into the office and lock the door and put a sign on it that said "DO NOT ENTER. WEIRD ANGRY SLOTH INSIDE" and then she left the rest to Apu because she still had another job to go to that night, and if that whole thing was any indication, people might be needing drinks.

She knew she sure did!

So the bar was open, Summer was trying to forget about sloths for a while, and she hadn't even noticed what Tino was up to because, like the narrative said, she had had a day, and could not be bothered.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free if you've dealt with any weird violent sloths today!

Thin Mint
Tequila Jalapeño
Key Lime Pie
Green Apple*
Asparagus

Caritas is open!

somethingwithturquoise

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

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

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

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

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

Caritas is open!

stykera

Stark had 4 children (that he knew of) this weekend. Three of them, along with one of their mothers, were accompanying him to the bakery this morning.

They were his, after all. They loved baked goods.

"You can all have one thing," he told them, setting them loose at the counter.

"I want a chocolate cupcake, please," Ziya said immediately, pointing to one that looked to be more frosting than cake.

"Got anything with flies?" Cass asked, smiling innocently.

"Or bees?" Bixby added, grinning at the person behind the counter.

"We could have gone to the park if you wanted bugs," Stark said with a soft sigh. It was followed by a smile though, and a glance over at Summer to see if she was amused as well.

[Open bakery is very open for Stark, Summer, half-glowy children, and baked good needs!]

mylandmyrules

Nell was feeling rather cheerful today. No real reason why, just a happy day. She had left the kittens at home today, strange how they didn't seem to be getting much bigger, because Easter lillies were particularly toxic for cats so she didn't want them anywhere nearby.

So Nell was here and absolutely interruptable!

Covent Gardens is open!

designateddadfriend

The flea market had been wrapped up, and as twilight fell over Fandom and most folks made their way down the streets to whatever they were up to for the rest of their weekends, peace seemed to descend over the abandoned warehouse district once more. The balloons were floating at half mast or lower now, and most of the fliers had been taken down or pulled down. The abandoned warehouse was returning to its natural, fallow state.

But it is the way of the universe to tend towards chaos and decay. And buildings left fallow were no exception to the rule.

An old wire sparked. The spark caught. A fire started. It spread.

Good thing most people had already left.

[posted early for timezones! OCD is minor and also ready to go. Ping at will!]

texted3times

It was Eric's very favorite week. He'd cranked up the heat in the bar just a little bit, declared it Shirtless Monday, and was now sprawled out in a pair of leather pants (level of difficulty: high) in the lounge area with a tasteful (if you squint) "Full Service Meat, Take Number for Service" sign above a ticket dispenser.

Now serving customer 134, apparently. Eric was very classy.

And very available, if you were into that sort of thing this week.

The Devil's Nest was open, the drinks were strong, and the vampire was on the prowl.

[OOC:SP warning again as I clean the entire house for a MIL visit...]

stykera

It was a dreary sort of day today. The sort of day that was probably best spent inside but Stark was trying his best not to stay inside and isolated this winter
, no matter how tempting it was, so he made his way over to the Perk at some point in the afternoon.

Watching the rain through the window was nearly as cozy here as it would be in his own apartment (minus the blankets, of course) and he took a seat with a good view of the outdoors once he'd ordered his pistachio latte.

If nothing else he could watch and listen to the rain along with the usual coffee shop activities. The sound of raindrops was almost soothing.

[library is closed so classes can be in here most of the day so this is verrrry open]

designateddadfriend

Travis was out with Probie for a walk, and decided to swing through the Perk for a quick pick me up, when lo and behold, who should he run into, but --

"Chief Dixon?!" He made a face, and only barely tried to reshape it into something vaguely respectful. "What the f -- um, what are you doing here? Sir." He blinked. "And why are you wearing a puka shell necklace?"

"Montgomery," Dixon said with a smirk, and raised his to-go cup. "Just getting some caffeine before I go see what a mess you've made out of that local station."

"Ohhh my god," Travis said. "This is the worst day ever. And that includes the three weeks I was stuck in a giant hole."

"Well sure," Dixon said, still smirking. "Your type is all about the holes, right?"

"That's." Travis pinched his nose. "What."

[open! With warnings for all the casual micro- and not so microagressions from Travis's nemesis, the worst human in all of Shondaland.]

designateddadfriend

There was a whole lot of nothing going on at the fire station today.

A suspicious amount of nothing.

"Okay, there's no beeping," Travis mused aloud. "No confetti. No phone calls. No illusory fires or weird voices. No squirrels or raccoons or bags with words on them or anything. I should be happy."

He sat down in the chair at hte front desk and heaved a sigh.

"And yet, I'm filled with dread."

Probie sat at his feet and put her head on his knee.

"Yeah," Travis said. "Good girl."

[idk. Open!]

bigdamnprincipal

Homecoming in November meant the community center was decked out in harvest-themed decorations for this evening's festivities. There were pumpkins that had somehow survived un-carved after Halloween, baskets of glittery vegetables (not for eating, please), decorative hay bales, and... a disco ball?

It's a dance, some things get dug out of the decoration closet no matter what the theme might be.

The food table was full and the drinks were un-spiked for the moment, so it was time for everyone to get their dance on!

designateddadfriend

Something in the station was chirping.

"Are you kidding me?" Travis said, as he tried to find the source of the little electronic noise. "I'm a fire fighter. Living in a fire station. Please tell me I didn't forget to change the batteries in the smoke alarm."

Weren't those things supposed to be guaranteed for 10 years now anyway? Ugh.

[open, though likely slow because the IRS is trying to murder us]

designateddadfriend

There were signs scattered around the lobby of the fire station today. Small ones, hung about four to six inches up from the floor, the counter, the top of the display case. . . .

They all read "Probie for President".

"President of what?" Travis asked.

There was no answer forthcoming.

[I LIVE! Maybe! I'mma do my best to anyway. This post brought to you by Travis's absolutely ridiculous plotline for Station 19 season six.]

designateddadfriend

The phone was ringing practically -- and occasionally even literally -- off the hook today. And not a damned call was an actual emergency.

". . . Yes, I'm quite sure, ma'am. . . . I mean, it is autumn. And people are allowed to have fires in appropriate -- yes it is -- yes it is -- well we're not in the southern hemisphere, are we?" He rolled; his eyes at the ceiling and mimed shooting himself in the temple. "I don't know what to tell you, ma'am. The fact that you can smell faint wood smoke isn't actually an emergency. If you see smoke coming from something that's not a chimney or approved fire pit, then call back."

He hung up before she could argue with him further. It was fine, she would probably just call him back again. For the time being, he was just going to stare at the ceiling and pretend that he still had a real firefighter job.

[open! for slowplay, as my own work day is almost as stupidly busy as Travis's imaginary work day.]

designateddadfriend

It was Parents Weekend again, but Travis had no reason to expect any visitors for himself this year, since he never had any the previous years. So he was sticking around the station, taking the time to look over the hoses and make sure they weren't getting dry rot or anything sitting idle like they did most of the time.

It wasn't much, but it was honest work.

[open!]

two_idiots_one_body

The King in Yellow had brought them here, his dancers had cut them, he'd promised and cajoled and threatened Arthur to get him to separate from John, but they were still together and stood tall against him.

( Cut for blood, gore, and attempted suicide )

On the causeway, a man skeletal and malnourished, in clothes so ragged they couldn't be identified, leg broken, with his left hand clutching at a bleeding neck wound, appeared and collapsed.

[Expecting help, but feel free to show up before then! All dialogue in the Dreamlands from Malevolent.]

designateddadfriend

"Ready?" Travis asked. Probie, looking dashing in her work vest and a little dog-sized fire helmet, braced herself and wagged her tail. "Go!"

He set off at a jog as Probie bolted down a ramp and started daring back and forth between safety cones in the little improvised agility course Travis had laid out for her.

"Aaaaaand -- time!" Travis hit stop on his watch and threw his arms in the air. "Personal best, Probie!"

Probie danced around in a circle, tail wagging like crazy, as Travis pulled a treat from his pocket for her.

"Good girl, Probie! Who's a good fire dog? Who's the best fire dog in the world? It's Probie!"

What? There was a lot of crossover between agility course tricks and things a fire dog might have to do in an emergency, okay?

[open!}

somethingwithturquoise

Summer's sangria night headache seemed extra bad today, even if she did try to spend most of her morning and afternoon trying to sleep it off, so she was extra not ready to deal with what was waiting for her when she got to the bar, which was that someone had apparently tried to beat her to the punch with the jello shots and the specials boards.

"I hate you so much right now," she informed him, in no uncertain terms. "And don't you dare say a word to me about karma. And go turn the volume down on the band's equipment. Just a touch."

Which is why, several minutes later, there was a shout of, "Down, Tino! Down! Not up! Ugh."

And that was how Summer got around to actually doing one of the Malort jello shots, because, really, it couldn't actually get worse, right?

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

I'll Actually Give You One Free if You Promise NOT to Sing Karaoke.

Root Beer Float
Cherry Coke
Old Bay Crush
Mountain Dew

Also Tino's Malort, apparently

Caritas is open!

designateddadfriend

The fire station was on fire. The fire station. Was on fire. Travis had already spent his entire morning putting out various fires around the station, yelling about how much he hated irony. Especially when his fire extinguisher kept catching fire, too.

And of course, nothing was helped by the station alarm constantly blaring, the way it would -- he presumed -- if there was an actual fire emergency in town. Only instead of telling him what trucks were needed, or anything else useful, it just kept saying "There is absolutely no cause for alarm" when clearly there was cause for alarm. Because everything was on fire and also if there was no cause for alarm why was the alarm going off?

"The wings are not on fire."

"What wings?!"

[open! Insp 1, Insp 2]

intheeyeofthebeholding

Travis had said it wouldn't work, but he hadn't ~~yet~~ said it was dangerous, either, and Jon knew people sometimes did bonfires on the beach, so...here he was, on the beach. With an ever-growing pile of luggage, matches, and quite a bit of accelerant.

He'd let Summer know about what he was doing, and he'd planned it with Irene, after all, so he had no doubt word would get out.

Self-loathing was absolutely going to be the basis of this fire. The more it came back, the more tinder it could be.

[Baggage fire! All invited!]

begmetwice

Irene shouldn't have even left the flat, honestly.

It had started with the charming little coin purse that had practically fallen at her feet as soon as she'd set out towards the Perk -- blackmailer. Nothing she didn't already know, and she'd been here before, so she even knew what was happening.

On the course of her journey, she'd encountered a suitcase that read thief (of course), a duffel bag -- horrifying -- that proclaimed DEAD, and a neat little rolling pilot's case that bore an outsized LIAR.

None of this was especially groundbreaking. Try harder, Fandom.

It took until she was settling down at a table before the matched set fell around her. I, read a little hatbox, followed by AM on a makeup case, SHER said the handbag --

"Fuck, no." And all of that was getting shoved into a bin before the suitcase that wouldn't fit arrived, and was summarily shoved under her table. LOCKED.

[open, naturally!]

designateddadfriend

Travis was doing his best to ignore the crow that had landed on the fire station sign just outside the window. It was just one crow. Sure he'd had a whole conversation about crows with Marc earlier in the week, but that didn't mean that one crow hanging out outside was anything to worry about.

It definitely wasn't looking at him funny. Why would it? It was just a crow.

[open!]

pocketpretzels

Watts really ought to invest in a coffee machine of his own. He knew this. It would certainly make things much simpler in the mornings.

Not that it was morning now. Nor was he drinking a regular cup of coffee. Would home coffee makers even be able to make the iced variety? He'd have to do some research. Still felt a little sheepish, too, that he'd held off on the iced coffee so long as he'd just assumed it was regular coffee, but cold.

Anyway. Not the point. The point was, here he was at the Perk, sitting with his chair turned around backwards, hunched over a table with a Korean language workbook spread open, dutifully and painstakingly copying the exercises down.

[ooc: omg open.]

justalittlerepressed

There was confetti where the fire hoses were supposed to be stored. Want to know how Eddie knew this? It was because he was now covered in confetti.

Well. At least it gave him something to do here, even if it was just sweeping up a mess.

[open, of course]

shireisburning

The men's bathroom was repaired! Eddie didn't know who did it, but it wasn't him, and for that he'd be eternally grateful. It still reeked of weed, but it was a bowling alley; you could only expect so much.

Song of the Day
Dio - Rainbow in the Dark
Free drink whenever the song plays!

[Open]

amitragic

Another Sunday, another movie. Ulysses had actually expected this one even less, somehow, than the random black-and-white ones. Didn't the kid flicks tend to only show up when the island was overrun with... like... actual kids?

Oh well.

NOW SHOWING
One in Every Family

Mystery Sign Theater 3000 was open, and going classic again.

stykera

Stark had tried not to worry about this impending date. Occasionally he'd succeeded. He just didn't have much experience with actual dates and had spent far too much time thinking about that fact, among other things.

He'd arrived at the restaurant earlier than necessary, been seated at the table, and immediately began fiddling with his silverware and napkin. He shouldn't be nervous about this. He knew that. And yet he was. This was fairly unfamiliar territory. But it was going to be fine. He hoped. There was no real reason for it not to be.

But he was Stark. He worried. So he was watching the door anxiously.

[For the other awkward guy but if you're feeling a need for Thai food this evening I certainly won't stop you!]

somethingwithturquoise

Rest assured, there was not a single can of meat seltzer or weird soda in sight at Caritas that evening.

Well, Tino seemed to have somehow gotten his hands on a bottle of pizza beer, but that just meant Summer felt particularly justified in just mostly ignoring him tonight, which was, generally, par for the course, anyway.

"Just don't let any of the customers see that," she informed him. "I think I might actually have to try and earn some trust back after last week."

Which, really, she still didn't think the meat seltzer was even half as bad as some of the other food crimes she'd committed in the past, but she did know how to read a bar.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free for all Wednesday Activity Participants!

Shark Attack!
Dragon Flowers*
Blackberry Cosmo
Cupcakes

bonus:
Sparkling Tequila Grapes

Caritas is open!

designateddadfriend

Another Friday, another quiet day at the station. Not that Travis would ever say the Q word out loud. He knew better.

. . . He wouldn't mind a little emergency though. Just as a treat.

[open! Let's say that Summer's thread is the last one, chronologically.]

designateddadfriend

Travis busted out all the letters for the fire station sign today, after getting back from Beaker's class:

FANDOM FIRE STATION
Come inside for a free lecture on common household products that should NEVER EVER BE MIXED TOGETHER ARE YOU K I D D I N G M E
Also free fire extinguishers smoke alarms protective gear etc seriously just ask we're getting really used to not having to rescue you all and technically we want to keep it that way

How big even was this damned sign?

[open!]

somethingwithturquoise

Summer had seriously been considering putting up a sign charging extra for advice after talking with Rey on Friday, but after fielding some texts with Liz yesterday, she may have changed her tact just a little. She was still putting up a sign, she just took it in a slightly different direction:

The Advice is FREE.
You'll only pay for it later when you don't TAKE it.

If anything, she figured it would make for a pretty decent conversation piece at the bar, although, she would also like to note that rarely was there a need for a prompt for such a thing, because she was an awesome fucking bartender, goddammit.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free for All Wednesday Activity Participants!

Old Fashioned
Strawberry Margarita*
Raspberry Brownies
Cherry-Catsup

Caritas is open!

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!]

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