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Pizza Planet was not exactly closed today and it wasn't exactly open for business as usual, either, but a (not-at-all-)secret, third thing, which was: hosting Friendsgiving. If someone really wanted to walk in and order a pizza Raiden would absolutely make that happen for them, but why would they bother, when they could walk in and partake of...well. After Rey had asked Raiden to help out with the food, things might have gotten out of hand, because this was Raiden, and this was Thanksgiving, and this was Fandom, so what if someone had never had pie before?

The doors were open, the tables were groaning with food (which Raiden had carefully arranged so that if people brought their own contributions to the feast there was room for them), and the specials board read:

FRIENDSGIVING!
Come one, come all!

defenderofdesmoines

Annie -- who was definitely not avoiding packing up her whole apartment to be moved in a week or so, don't be silly -- had forced herself out the door for a run this morning. And, sure, it had ended up being more of a...tired jog than she would have liked, and her nausea had flared up about halfway through, but -- you know what? She had seven more months of this, and Annie refused to let a little pukiness keep her down. She'd been through worse. She could prevail! She refused to give up her sense of normalcy. At least not yet.

Which was why she was ducking into the Perk post-workout, in search of some of those simple carbs she knew would settle things down and keep her going for the rest of the day. And, like, yes, look at her being good and settling down at a table with another uncaffeinated pink drink of some kind, along with a banana.

...and also some coconut birds nests, because springtime cookies were being offered in the case, and Annie, like, needed those, okay? It was all about balance. Simple carbs and the perfect combination of coconut and chocolate would keep her going today.

[ooooooooopen!]

defenderofdesmoines

Annie had a headache, but there wasn't anything particularly mysterious about it. You'd probably have a headache, too, if you were dealing with Maryland weather's inability to make up its goddamn mind.

Annie also did not want to talk about what the humidity was doing to her hair, thanks.

~Specials~
Mojito
Bahama Mama
Pina Colada
Painkiller

[open, the OCD got frozen over in yesterday's ice storm.]

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

doctorgingerspice

Feeling the need for a change of scenery, Will had headed out to the Perk, and was now settled at a table with an eggnog latte and… some sort of pastry. He hadn’t paid too much attention, just asked the barista to pick whatever. Piled on the table was a stack of medical journals, and though he was currently absorbed in reading one, he was totally interruptible.

defenderofdesmoines

Annie was deep in the throes of party-planning. (Not so deep as Summer, but to be fair, Annie did not live in the party zone on quite as full-time a basis as Summer just naturally did.) And while pacing around her apartment and trying to decide if it was too early to start inflating things certainly had its appeal, she figured a change of venue couldn't hurt.

So Wednesday afternoon found her cozied up at a table at the Perk with a peppermint mocha (of course!), a notebook (for brainstorming before putting items on her actual to-do list), and...the Home Depot website up on her phone.

Not the outdoor decorations portion of the site, of course.

No, no. She was looking at free-standing bathtubs and figuring out which one would best suit being filled with punch -- a normal thing for one's way-too-effing-early holiday party.

[open!]

so_hawkward

It was probably a good thing that most of the carnival was set up on Friday night, so when people woke up as kids, everything else adjusted too. The weather was perfect for playing outside - not that a little rain would stop anyone - and it was time to have fun!

defenderofdesmoines

When Annie came in tonight, she found Tiny in the middle of tidying up the axe range and straightening the targets. Which, of course, led to Annie realizing that they had somehow never had an axe-throwing contest, and that that needed to be rectified immediately.

And while Tiny did not participate or agree, per se, Annie still gamely squared up and threw an axe at the dead center of her target -- and immediately felt a sharp twinge from hip to shoulder.

Goddamn it. And now she'd be spending the night rolling her shoulder, sitting in barstools and twisting, and generally regretting that choice.

(Though she had decided that she'd won by default, since Tiny had just walked off instead of taking his shot. So it was worth it.)

~*Specials*~
Espresso Margarita
Kahlua Coffee
Revolver Cocktail

[if this looks like method RP, it's because it is. open, OCD-free, and possibly a little slow!]

throughaphase

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

You never know.

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

TONIGHT!
THREE MINUTE DATES!
GOOD LUCK WBRURBODY

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

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

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

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

grenadesandohana

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

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

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

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

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

[OOC: Open to everyone!]

firehousehimbo

Buck had learned his lesson since last week. This time when he went to open one of the cabinets to refresh the medical supplies on the rig, he made sure to lean back so he wouldn't get hit with confetti...only no confetti came out.

Figuring that maybe it was a one time thing, Buck shrugged and went to grab supplies.

And that's when the confetti came out, hitting him in the face.

God. Damn. It.

[Open]

doctorgingerspice

"Okay," Will said, holding the tennis ball at the ready, "there you go, boy!" and he threw the ball, Kol bolting off after it.

And returning with a stick.

"Buddy," Will just laughed and shook his head as he wrestled the stick away from the dog and threw it.

Kol returned with the tennis ball.

Yeah, this pattern was going to repeat for a while.

[ooc: open!]

firehousehimbo

It was hot enough out that Buck was more than happy to wash the rig during his shift today. Sure, a lot of the time he was spraying water into the air so it landed on him, but the thing would get washed at some point.

He didn't really care much about getting his uniform wet, that's why he kept extra clothes around the station.

[Open]

thatwaslucky

Back in the warehouse finally! Rey had decided to start off easy today with drills, though for her "easy" was seeing how fast she could do them without tripping herself up. She wasn't normally about speed, so it seemed like a good exercise.

BB-8 was helping by patrolling up and back in front of the woodchucks, a warning not to try anything.

[Open!]

grenadesandohana

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

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

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

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

defenderofdesmoines

Annie had spent the whole day emailing with her team back home -- not her actual team, of course, though Maeve had sent her a text saying glad you arent dead and Annie was pretty ready to engrave that on a bracelet. No, no, she was in talks with her PR people, and her beauty team (it was apparently going to be a golden blonde tomorrow, as she'd suspected), and her choreographer.

And between her chosen medium of communication with folks back home, and the way she and Diego shared pretty much everything as it was -- she had not noticed anything was happening today before she came into work.

"Did you miss me?" she asked Tiny as she sidled in behind the bar. "I was in 1963. In case you were wondering."

And of course Tiny hadn't been wondering, but Annie continued, "I almost helped save JFK."

Which. On a different day, she might have framed that as...less of an almost? But whatever.

~*Specials*~
Manhattan
Gimlet
Sidecar
Old-Fashioned

doctorgingerspice

Look, just because Will had committed to cutting certain things out during Lent, didn't mean Kol had. So while Will was at a table with his (ugh) black coffee and (sigh) bagel with plain cream cheese, Kol was flopped under said table, face happily buried in a puppucino.

Were dogs usually allowed in the Perk? Well, probably not, but it had been kind of drizzly when they'd made their way over, and Will had made a sad face at the barista until they'd relented and said it'd be fine.

[ooc: opennnn.]

defenderofdesmoines

True to what she'd promised yesterday, Annie had basically just ripped off -- borrowed inspiration from, whatever -- Summer's specials. But also true to what she'd promised, there was no jello near any of this. (It would have been a disaster if she'd tried, anyway. Annie for sure did not have the patience necessary for making jello shots.)

The one deviation that Annie had come up with totally originally was, of course, the pitchers of bright green beer she had up on the bar, which she would gladly pour for anyone who wanted to pay $4 a green Bud Light for some reason.

~*St. Paddy's Day Specials*~
Green Beer!!!
Guinness
Shamrock Shooters
Bailey's Mint Martini
Nutty Irishman
Pot of Gold

And just in case that wasn't festive enough for you, Annie had arrived in style, complete with earrings where she normally would be sporting her standard hoops. And don't be jealous, friends -- she had hats in case you needed to Irish-up your ensemble a bit.

doctorgingerspice

The first few days of Lent hadn't been too bad, actually. With all the coffee (and alcohol) gone, it had kind of been like everyone had been stuck doing this with him.

Of course, now it was all back to normal and if radio was anything to go by, folks were likely making up for lost time.

Not Will, though. Oh no. Though he hadn't given up coffee entirely. Just coffee with anything fun in it. And desserts. So instead of a flavored latte and a pastry, he had black coffee and a bagel with a bit of cream cheese.

He took a sip of his boring, boring coffee and made a face. It was gonna be a long month.

doctorgingerspice

Kol was definitely well beyond the puppy stage, but still energetic enough to need a lot of exercise. Which meant, by extension, Will got plenty of exercise.

So no guilt whatsoever in stopping by the Perk on the way back to his apartment (he had an apartment here now, that was still taking some getting used to) for a pistachio latte.

... What. They hadn't had those back in 2019, and he'd missed them.

So once he got Kol settled outside with a bowl of water, he found a table by the window and settled in with his drink, idly scrolling his phone.

[ooc: opennnnnn.]

throughaphase

Come one, come all! It was time for ~~everyone's~~ some people's favorite event, maybe!

TONIGHT!
THREE MINUTE DATES!!!

The bar was open before the dates, and maybe you hung out. Maybe you mingled. Maybe you signed up. Maybe you'd be surprised when Tino or someone else signed you up against your will! But regardless, a few minutes before 8 pm, Kitty hopped onto the stage, which was bedecked in a red sparkly curtain that someone had probably gotten on Amazon for $6!

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

Or like, at least attempt it.

[~~Please hold for an obscene amount of OCD posted while babysitting!~~ OCD is up! A regular bar post will go up later on Saturday. If I spelled anything wrong, it's because none of your characters' names make sense to me anymore.
| Before the dates | Round One | Round Two | Round Three | Round Four | Round Five | OOC]

begmetwice

The store was decorated to the nines, if Irene said so herself.

The glitter floating in the air gave the room a romantic, sparkling touch, along with a magicked scented candle that somehow managed to permeate the whole shop. Every surface was decorated with vases of steel roses along with normal, red ones, and a few petals for effect here and there. There was a neat little bar off to one side, staffed by a completely moddable NPC bartender that Irene had hired from the mainland and well-stocked with themed drinks for the evening.

But you didn't come to a party in a sex store to admire the bar, did you?

Tables draped with clean white linen and red and pink satin accents were distributed through the store with displays on them -- massage oils near the entrance, vibrators, plugs and dildos up in the middle, and the more intense gear towards the back. Naturally, some of those steel roses were laid out artfully amongst the toys, again along with some regular red ones. Near to the entrance was a table with a large glass fishbowl and a stack of little slips of paper, so that guests could enter to win one of several door prizes.

And finally, there were a few suction-cupped arrows stuck to the flat surfaces around, and if you were a sneaky sort of person, you might have been able to find the bows Irene had stashed around the shop, too. She didn't really want to encourage shooting at one another, but, you know. Curious people should be rewarded.

[~~please hold for threads!~~ and we're a go! all adults are invited!]

doctorgingerspice

It was Tuesday, and Tuesday for the last couple months meant Will would be working a shift at the clinic here in Fandom. However, late last night he'd gotten a call from Agent Lee- they'd finally apprehended all the Burkes, and it was officially safe for him to return to Chicago. So instead of getting ready for his normal shift, he'd spent the morning packing up his duffel, cramming in the few belongings he'd brought with him as well as the handful of things he'd picked up in his time here.

(Like a certain firearm that was very securely locked away in a portable gun safe at the bottom of that duffel.)

And now... well, he had time to kill before his ride was scheduled to pick him up at the end of the causeway and take him to the airport. So after making a few calls, he figured he might as well spend it at the coffee shop, with a muffin and one of those pistachio lattes (The barista- and Buck- had been right, they were delicious), duffel bag at his feet as he settled in at a table.

[ooc: spoiler alert, he's not actually leaving forever. but this *is* his last post before he goes home to go through some canon.]

firehousehimbo

Whelp, Buck knew he wasn't the most graceful on ice after the time with the figure skaters and the finger chopping. He was well aware of it. And yet he went out anyway because he didn't own a coffee maker and he needed caffeine.

So it wasn't too surprising when he completely ate shit outside of the Perk.

He'd be taking his latte with a side of an ice pack today.

[Open]

defenderofdesmoines

Since it wasn't supposed to snow until tomorrow, Annie was taking full advantage of being able to be out today. She'd gone on her usual Saturday morning run, had spent some time on the weight bench, and was now showered and cozied up in a corner of the bakery.

This, right here? This was why she worked out. So she could spend her Saturday afternoon with a latte and two Boston cream-filled doughnuts and her phone, and not fear the repercussions when she had to get back in uniform tomorrow. And while ostensibly she was working on answering emails and trying to monitor what her assistant was doing with her socials -- that shit really piled up during the stretch of her week that she spent in Fandom -- it was probably obvious from the occasional huff and even more occasional, "No, don't move there!" that she'd gotten absorbed in a game.

It was, like, a strategy exercise, okay?

[open!]

somethingwithturquoise

The moment Summer walked into the bar for her shift with her arms filled with her jello shots, Tino opened his mouth to say something to her, and, immediately, she was not having it.

"No," she said firmly, having had more than enough of coworkers harrassing her about some holiday that was definitely made up by some kind of fetishist or potentially just her pervy coworkers, thank you! "Don't even think about it!"

And Tino faltered, mouth still hanging open with the words that never made it out, and then he closed his mouth and gave her a withering look, because all he was going to do was ask her if she wanted to make soemthing out of all this extra flavored vodka they got delivered earlier that day, but if that was how she was going to be about it, he wasn't even going to bother!

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First one free with a karaoke song!

Winter Margarita
Jack Frost
Negroni
Sequin Salad

Caritas is open!

doctorgingerspice

You know what was a good way to spend a Saturday afternoon, if you were Will Halstead?

With a stack of medical journals, reading about some of the advances and discoveries of the past three years ~~though strangely nothing Covid related, so weird~~.

And yeah, he could've done so anywhere, including his hotel room, but he had a craving for jelly doughnuts so really, why not kill two metaphorical birds with one stone, and settle in at a table with some pastries while reading those journals?

[ooc: so very, very open.]

throughaphase

Hello to New Year's at Caritas! The bar was open and ready for everyone to say goodbye to 2021 in a totally classy way, for real. The place was decorated in lights and garland, there was an actual DJ this year, there were fancy drinks including a coffee thing to get you to midnight, and if you weren't here for classy... well, there were mini liquor bottle ornaments hanging from the Christmas tree in the back room for people to take. This party was for you too. This is still a bar with zombies under a Febreze sprayer, let's not kid ourselves too much.

Also feel free to grab a hat or a completely impractical set of 2022 glasses at the door!

Classy.

SPECIALS
New Year's Sparkler
Poinsettia
Chocolate Candy Cane Martini
Driven Snow
Espresso Martini
Lemon Lavender Mocktini

[All ages party! Go wild!]

firehousehimbo

It was, unsurprisingly, another slow day at the fire station. Buck had intended on trying to arrange a phone call with Maddie to take up his time but calling a new parent with a three hour time zone difference was a good way to get called some interesting insults. Did not think that one through.

He was just gonna sit here and quietly drink his coffee until he thought Maddie had enough time to cool off.

[Open]

somethingwithturquoise

Maybe it was surprising, maybe it really actually wasn't that Summer seemed completely unaffected by having apparently been stuck in a time loop and generally losing a few days; like, it wasn't she'd have expected out of Fandom, but it wasn't anything new? Granted, this was a woman whose grandfather had a whole room dedicated to storing memories he'd extracted out of his family's head on a regular basis, so gaps were just sort of a thing.

She was mostly just glad that a) it hadn't messed with her bar shifts and b) she had a new excuse in her pocket for whenever she failed to make an appearance at home for holidays and stuff. Seriously, whoops, stuck in a timeloop, lol! could became a new classic.

Either way, she was also glad that those little elf guys were running around today, because some of her jello shots this evening (okay, one jello shot specifically) had really put her blender to the test that morning, but, look at that, as soon as it started to break down as if she was finally going a step too far in her crimes against jello and alcohol, there were the elves to fix it up again, almost shiny and new.

She doubted they would have as much luck with Tino.

"Yeah," she told them, watching them as they dedicatedly turned their hammers and tools on Tino's feet, "it's going to take way more than elf magic to fix that."

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free With a Karaoke Song!

Rumchata
Holly Jolly Fireball
Something With Turquoise
Butterscotch Apple Cider
S'moysters

Caritas is open!

grenadesandohana

Steve had made arrangements with the shop owner to use the shooting range on a weekly basis, but that didn't mean he wasn't there early to give the entire place an obsessive inspection himself. He had pulled out ear, eye and head protection (safety was more important than looking particularly great) and he was checking his weapon one more time as he waited for Will to arrive. "I'm not teaching you how to shoot," he told the little green face he caught peeking around the corner. "You're like a foot tall."

[OOC: Expecting one, but public post and all that.]

grenadesandohana

It was bad enough that Steve had done his morning run and been forced to treat the tiny horses like hurdles in order to not break his stride--he was sure he'd looked like a complete dumbass--but now he was in the office just staring at the pile of paperwork on his desk.

1) There was paperwork on his desk, which was automatically bad and
2) It was leave requests for all of the Troopers. And they all wanted Christmas Eve and Day off.

"You can't all have those days off, Calvin. I don't care if Ralph is hosting a Christmas camp-out."

Steve wasn't even sure a Christmas camp out was a real thing.

The Trooper Station was open! Watch out for the horses.

stykera

The bears, as if summoned by last night's conversation about them, had appeared all over the island this morning and Stark had acquired an armload of Coke bottles by the time he reached the bakery.

"You're not supposed to bring in outside food and drink," the man behind the counter called out when Stark opened the door. Stark started to protest and was met with laughter. "Nah, I'm kidding, you can't tell a polar bear no when it wants you to have soda, right? You need a bag? We got some nice canvas ones with the logo. Fit a lot of bottles. We checked. And we, uh, we got a lot of Coke desserts. Or breakfasts, we don't judge here. What're you in the mood for?"

There were multiple types of cupcakes.
A pound cake.
Empanadas.
Fudge.
Poke cake.
Brownies.
Cookies.

All sorts of sweets with polar bear-provided sodas mixed in.

That was how Stark ended up with 2 JGoB branded tote bags. The second one was in case of more bears on his way back to the apartment. He also, of course, brought an assortment of those Coca-Cola desserts back to his table with him.

He was starting with one of the peanut butter frosted cupcakes while he looked at photos of ugly Christmas sweaters on his phone. He still did not understand the sweaters but he was willing to play along tomorrow.

[I have lots of availability today due to my school being closed due to a gas leak (this school year is such a dumpster fire) and when life gives you gas leaks, you make posts? That is not a saying. Neither is when bears give you soda, make dessert. And yet. This post is very open for your baked good, polar bear soda, or alien needs! I'm very around!]

somethingwithturquoise

Summer maybe spent five minutes listening to one of the dolls on the bar that Tino was apparently very excited about before she was going to pull a big fat veto.

"Nope," she said. "No way. They're going in the back room, all of them. I don't care if you think they're cute, they're actually creepy, and I have been through waaaaay too much crap to ever trust something that cute speaking in a language I can't understand. That always ends up badly."

He tried making a appeal that if that were the case, weren't they better out here where they could keep an eye on them>?

"Absolutely not," Summer insisted. "They're much better contained in a singlular place until they disappear tomorrow because it's December, and, oh god help us all if they're going to be cumulative, but if that's the case, then it's the next bartender's problem."

So the creepy-cute dolls were all shephered in an indecipherable babble to the back room, where Summer would ponder going over Caritas' insurance policy regarding fire and whether Kitty would feel burning down the entire back room was a necessary step in this case.

God, she really hoped they wouldn't wind up, like, summoning Christmas demons or something back there...

Wednesday Jello Shop Specials!

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Candy Cane Martini
Fireball Apple
Caramel Macchiato
King Crab Salad

Caritas is open!

flourish_or_perish

Given that Thanksgiving had brought out Faye's natural mile-wide slothful streak, it was something of a miracle that she dragged herself into work this Tuesday.

Granted, she was clutching an enormous coffee that she would really prefer no one noticed smelled faintly of bourbon, and granted, she was totally smoking in here, as she would until the day Din actually told her to cut it out. (And even then, there'd be such a fit thrown.)

And granted, 'work,' as pretty much always, meant posting up with a magazine and her feet up on the counter.

But Faye was here, and she really deserved credit for that, okay.

[yes hello, I live. open if perhaps sporadically slow!]

somethingwithturquoise

❤️ ✨ WEDNESDAYS ARE BACK, BABY! ✨ ❤️

Did Summer have a banner made for the outside of the bar specifically for this day? Maaaayyyybeeeee.

Look, some people might not have heard the news that she was back; it was her duty to make sure even the most casual of passersby knew that Cartias would once again be the place to be on any given Wednesday.

Especially with how hard she had worked on her jello shots literally all day, because she had a reputation to uphold, and that wasn't, like, a ton of pressure or anything, no! It was fine! She got this! And the bar seemed to really be in that Thanksgiving mood, too, what with the fact that there was definitely a party of turkeys taking over the back room. Like, okay, she definitely got it that there was a big appeal in a sort of doomsday last-night-on-Earth revelry going on, but also, it was Wednesday night? If anyone was going to be eating theose turkeys, they would have had to have killed them and prepared them, like, way sooner than this, right?

She didn't know how any of that worked. And, honestly, most of her attention was going toward the zombie band, anyway, who kept trying to play Christmas music, and that? That she was definitely shutting right down.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!!

First one free with a karaoke song!
Unless it's a Christmas song, in which case
F U C K YOOOOOOOU.

On Wednesdays, We Wear Pink
Pink Starburst
Pink Lemonade
Pretty Pink Champagne
Cherry Cream

Thanksgiving Dinner
Turkey Vegetable Salad
Ham
Green Bean Casserole
Cranberry Sauce
Sweet Potatoes and Cinnamon
Pumpkin Pie

Caritas is open!

stykera

It wasn't quite cold enough for Stark to start wearing his fluffy ~~muppet skin~~ coat. Today it hadn't been too chilly of a walk from the apartment building over to the coffee shop. Of course, it was a short walk and he hadn't lingered outside any longer than was necessary. Longer walks might require warmer clothing.

It was definitely a day for hot coffee, even if it wasn't yet full-on fluffy coat weather. He'd ordered the chestnut praline coffee despite not being entirely sure what that was going to taste like. He wasn't sure he'd ever eaten a chestnut but the barista assured him it was good. And, he reasoned, if he didn't like it he could just get another drink to wash down the first one. 2 coffees might be slightly excessive but they certainly wouldn't cause any harm and it would help him to get through all the new seasonal flavors.

Taking his coffee to a table by the window so he could enjoy the sun while it lasted, he sat down and pulled out his phone. He was looking at recipes at first, trying to decide if he ought to attempt cooking something on Thursday. He had no idea how to make anything that seemed Thanksgiving related.

[Open for your alien or caffeine needs. Please join me in manifesting a workday where things are not terrible and I don't end up crying. Standard questionable availability disclaimers apply until ~3:30 EST]

fates_jaye

Oh look Jaye showed up again.

Granted, she showed up late, and carrying a child's stuffed teddy bear that she had procured from the mainland, but she wasn't explaining it to Tino. She wasn't explaining it to any of you.

Nor was she explaining the bite marks on her hand from the toddler she'd had to steal it from.

[Open!]

alwaysonguard

The day had been a fairly productive one so far, a lot of things had been crossed off the to-do list. And Dwight had a road trip coming up that he couldn't deny he was more than just a little excited, and very very ready for.

After a trip to T&C for a few supplies, Dwight decided to stop to get some ice cream. After the Wee-Tiny weekend he was still craving ice cream. Nothing as sickeningly loaded as the sundae mini-him had indulged in, but something sweet none the less.

So there he sat with a sensible hot fudge sundae in front of him as he took a seat by the front window so he could people watch while he enjoyed his ice cream treat.

(Post open for CB treats or to chat!)

knife_bender

Having great reflexes was extremely helpful in Diego's line of work, given he was shot at a lot. But it also helped in non-emergency situations, like when he walked into J,GOB and narrowly avoided being hit in the face with a pumpkin cheesecake muffin. He caught the second one that came his way a few moments later.

Apparently there was a gremlin that was annoyed that pumpkin spice was on its way out and peppermint was coming in. After ensuring that the baristas didn't want the law involved with this (thank god) he got coffee and sat down at a table near the window with his free muffin.

And then caught a cake pop as it came hurling past. Not a bad time to be in the bakery, to be honest.

[Open]

grenadesandohana

Steve's weekend had been extremely busy: Danny had turned into a short, loud, blond kid obsessed with following the rules (and looking more than a little like Rachel's son Charlie, but Steve was Not Going There).

Naturally Steve had deflected Danny's attention (after being handcuffed to the kitchen drawer, the hell, Daniel, for not providing a nutritionally complete Saturday breakfast as per the front of the cereal box) through playground trips, walks on the beach, and action flicks complete with ham and pineapple pizza.

He'd woken up in the blanket fort they'd made in the living room and fled before Danny woke up.

He had a feeling there were going to be opinions about the pizza.

The Trooper Station was open!

noonedecidesmyfate

It was possibly a bit too cold out to really be proper ice cream weather but Belle had been reading a book with a lovingly described ice cream sundae in it and as a result had been struck with the urge to go get one of her own.

She was a bit surprised to find a child-sized ice cream bar set up along one wall of the ice cream shop, along with a "Make Your Own Small Sundae If You're Small This Sunday" sign but had to admit it did make sense.

"I'm my usual size," she said, regretfully, eyeing the wide variety of toppings.

"You're short," the boy behind the counter said. "Close enough!"

That was how Belle ended up with a dish of ice cream absolutely drowning in toppings in front of her at a table, along with the book she'd been reading that had inspired this outing in the first place.

[open for weetinies or regular sized people in search of ice cream, of course! I will be slow for a little bit while I grocery shop but I'm very much around!]

firehousehimbo

It was a very good thing the island supplied tiny Buck with a helmet, because he was going to need it. After trying his best to climb the tallest tree he could find and falling out of it, he naturally found himself at the fire station.

Which meant it was time to try out the pole without any adult supervision whatsoever.

[Tiny Buck is a little daredevil in canon so here we are. Open, save this child from himself]

doctorgingerspice

Today - no, yesterday, by now, Will was absolutely sure there'd been a sunrise at some point between the FBI stuffing him in a car and dropping him off at O'Hare, and then picking him up at BWI and dropping him off at... a causeway? A causeway! - Yesterday should have been the best day of his life, finally married to the woman he loved and by all rights he should be on his honeymoon now and not-

Not in some coffee shop on some tiny little island off the coast of Baltimore, drinking some peppermint-and-caffeine-laden concoction in an effort to keep himself awake.

Yeah, he knew he ought to take the duffel bag he'd been allowed to pack and check in to the hotel room that had been arranged for him, but he knew as soon as he caught sight of anything bed-shaped he'd be tempted to sleep and just... no. Nope. Nope.

[ooc: ayyyy I have the day off entertain meeee.]

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