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Caritas; Wednesday [03/06].

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!

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Fandom Fire Station, Friday

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!]

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Fire station, Friday

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!]

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Luke's, Thursday

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.

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Fandom Fire Station, Friday

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!]

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Fandom Fire Station, Friday

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!]

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Fandom Fire Station, Friday

"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!]

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Fire Station, Friday

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!]

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Fandom Fire Station, Friday

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!]

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Fandom Fire Station, Friday

". . . 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!]

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Anything But White Party - Stark Industries, Friday Night

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."

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Caritas; Wednesday [09/13].

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!

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Fandom Fire Station, Friday

"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!]

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Caritas; Wednesday [06/28].

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!

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Fandom Pride Parade, Sunday Noon (6/25)

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!]

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Fandom Pride Festival 2023: The Park, Saturday All Day

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!]

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Fandom Fire Station, Friday

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!]

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The Park, Friday Afternoon

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. ]]

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Luke's, Thursday

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!]

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Caritas; Wednesday [04/26[.

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!