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Second Floor Common Room; Early Friday Evening [08/22].

There were still peaches in the common room that morning, and fresh ones, too, if Luma's sense of smell was anything to go by (and it usually was a very reliable source). Which meant that she, hair still damp around her shoulders after the shower she took after returning back from some tkme in the woods to get the linger smell of the fish market from class out of her nostrils, and dressed in her faded, yellowing lace nightgown better suited for a girl rather than a young woman in her twenties, was absolutely giddy to discover them.

"Heavenly," she gushed to herself as she plucked the largest one out of the basket on the table, holding it to her nose and breathing in deeply as she sunk down onto one of the sofas. She reveled in it for a few more moments before taking a big bite, the soft and fuzzy flesh tearing away into her mouth all the easier with those sharp teeth of hers, juicing running down her chin that she only bothered to wipe away once it threatened to drip.

And even with the temptation to just devour it right up, she took her time with a happy sigh, before turning her attention to her book.

And likely getting sticky peach juice on the pages.

Sorry, library! Of course it was a borrowed one, too.

[[ sometimes, a scene just gets stuck in your head, you know? Open common room is open! ]]

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@warehouse,
rey

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

Rey was trying to do things. It wasn't going well because the woodchucks (and one porg) seemed to be talking about her, not subtly. They'd stand in a huddle and then stop chittering and look over at her, and then go back to it until the nxlext time they checked for her.

"You're being really distracting," she called, which only made them chitter loudly.

[Open! Slow!]

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steve rogers

Fandom Radio, Friday, August 22, 2025

Good morning, everyone, this is Captain Steve Rogers with yesterday's news.

*defensive chittering*

No, that's not a criticism! In my day, we were getting three-week-old news! You guys are doing swell. This is the last week of classes, and so Raiden took Pizza class to Rome and not Sweden because "that would be cruel", and I have to admit I'm now kind of curious about Swedish pizza. Roman pizza was delicious, though. Markets of the World ended the summer in Tokyo, though Jack was dubious about what they were going to do with fresh fish. Finding New Hobbies explored photography with guest lecturer Prompto. Steven was worried that he'd lost time, but he showed up on time for his correct class on a Thursday, so I think he's okay unless he subscribes to Colonel Phillips' 'if you're on time, you're late' school of thought. Prompto told Stark that Noctra is meeting her first chocobo--

*chittering*

I'm getting 'rideable chicken' from the picture the squirrels have drawn, so I hope that's close? And Liliana's final class explored the time Urza finally died, but still remains the worst. She and Ignis then made househunting plans for the weekend.

In town, Jack's phone kept ringing and ringing. When he finally picked it up, it was definitely not news that required a phone call.

*chittering*

I don't know what 'phone calls are Boomer nonsense' means. Prompto offered to grab brunch stuff for lunch for Liz on his way back from helping in Stark's class, Luma was painting her nails at Pixie Dust once scrolling her phone got dull, and the Supper Club went out for Korean barbecue and hot pot, even though all the participants were confused by both concepts. Henry didn't know what barbecue even was, but it's definitely not related to pizza, pal. Hot pot is also not barbecue soup, oh my goodness. Maybe I'll invite myself along on one of these excursions because recapping this makes me sad when Ignis isn't there to explain things. Lydia told Rey that they'd be cooking their own dinner, so let's cross our fingers and hope that the restaurant stepped in before they made barbecue soup or Flint burned his way through a second pot in two days.

Steven was a little twitchy behind the desk at the museum before Pam, introducing herself as Poison Ivy, so I'm guessing this was a professional call, told Steven that he owed Harley--who Pam explained is her girlfriend in a different reality and her friend-friend here--an apology for calling her, quote, "too hurt to accept kindness." Steven, instead of agreeing that a comment like that would warrant an apology, said that because he didn't know Pam was who she said she was, she might be making up her interest in Harley's emotional well-being. Pam took that...less well...and then Marc showed up. What?

*chittering*

Oh, this is a Bruce and the Hulk sort of situation?

*awkward pause*

Right, you don't know what I'm talking about. Anyway, Marc told Pam to forget about what happened here, which seems especially unlikely since I've now recapped this for the radio. The brochure rack got destroyed again, and then Watts showed up for their every-other-week Thursday lunch. He got a brief recap of Pam's visit and then they discussed how she might've gotten the name Poison Ivy.

Finally, at the Devil's Nest, Thor was making coconut cocktails while Tiny was building coconut defenses and we're...we're just gonna note that and end the broadcast. Have a great weekend, everyone!

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first aid

First Aid 2: First Aider

It was time once more for Don's very favorite final. He had asked his students to meet him in the Danger Shop, and once they arrived he pressed a button on the remote and keyed the simulation up: a street in Midtown Manhattan, currently frozen in time.

"Welcome to New York," Don told his students. "It's a lovely Friday morning in August, and..." He pushed another button on the remote, and now people were running. People were screaming. Something exploded a few blocks away. "Ah, just like old times. Sounds like Dr. Banner has lost his temper again about eight blocks north of here, and..." he cupped a hand around his ear and listened. "Yep, yep, and Magneto is on a tear about five blocks south. Bruce can't really help it and Mr. Lensherr has a point, but it's hard on the ol' infrastructure. And the civilians...and sometimes the superheroes. You've each been supplied with a virtual version of your first aid kits," it was a field medic kit, was what it was, Tony, "so pick a direction, go find someone ~~moddable~~ in need of first aid assistance, and render aid to the best of your ability. Go! Shoo!"

Drama in the Park-a-Rama [Friday, Period One]

There was a stage set up in the park today, with seating for anyone who felt inclined to stop by to witness the director's ~vision~. There were foam swords for the climatic sword fight, the ride on car toys for the even more climatic drag race, an entire board full of gremlin programmed lighting effects, and Belle's costume had somehow been replaced with one made entirely of red flags. Not one thing was missing.

Except, maybe, a script?

Yeah, that was sort of necessary. But, you know what? The teachers were just going to see where the day took them! Mostly behind the stage to hype up their tiny, tiny cast.

"It's the last class and then we can pretend none of this ever happened," Jane suggested, much to the dismay of the director gremlin.

"It'll all be a faint memory," Cara added, because you certainly couldn't prove that she was the one who'd just provided the intern porg with a go-pro to immortalize the end result. "The kind you wake up from years later in a cold sweat."
"And we'll treat you all to Waffle House after," Jane promised. Because she wasn't above bribery to get this done.

Who needed scruples when you had one final class to get though?

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$needful things

Needful Things; Friday

There was a new sign in Needful Things' window this Friday:

The store remained empty, and the proprietress (as much as Harley was that in any legal sense) was not in. Not in the store, and not even in the building, for the first non-hyena-walkies time since Tuesday morning.

It was, in one word...

Quiet.

(establishy and NFI, duh)

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Turtle & Canary; Friday [08/22].

Prompto was not from around here. Like, sure, most of the denizens of the island were not from around here, but a good handful were at least from this planet, or at least some universe's variation of it, and so they had a cultural touchstone for most popular ideas. And since Prompto had started going here in his teens and his world had a lot of similarities (still a little mindblowingly awesome that both this world and his had a Vivienne Westwood!), there were a lot of things that fell through the gaps that hadn't come up yet.

Like the Tooth Fairy.

And it apparently being National Tooth Fairy Day meant that Prompto was getting an education. From Apu, currently dressed as a Tooth Fairy, sparkling wings and pink tutu and magic wand and everything.

"Wait, so you actually tell kids to put their baby teeth under their pillow and that some magical creature comes into their rooms at night to exchange those teeth...from their mouth....with money?"

....Call him a bit skeptical. He was absolutely going to ask Liz about this later when he got home. Apu had to be making that up. Or at the very least, it was something specific to his particular version of Earth because there was no way...

At least it was distracting him from freaking out too much about next weekend, though!

Today's Squishy Flavors
Pork Bao
Pecan Torte
Red

Turtle & Canary is open! And confused!

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Plant Parenthood; Friday [08/22].

There had been a couple of large baskets of some honestly beautiful looking peaches in the common room that morning before Eleanor got ready to head to class and work, and so she'd grabbed several to enjoy throughout the day. It gave her a nice motivation through taking care of things around the shop, because as soon as she was finished, she could make herself a cup of tea, crack open the next poetry book she'd picked up from the library, and dig into the peaches she had left, surrounded by all of lovely plants and books and other things that filled the space.

It really was the small pleasures in life that were the most precious sometime, and now Eleanor also wanted to look more into other benefits of peaches other than just being, clearly, delicious.

Plant Parenthood is open! And peachy keen.

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Pick Your Poison, Friday

It had been a week. Pam was still ticked off, and the space underneath her ribs hurt even worse, and-- she was channeling all of it into her work. Because that was the healthy way to do it, wasn't it?

Eventually, blood draw exhaustion kicked in again. And again, she had to take herself downstairs, though her side really stung and she found herself clinging to the railing on the way down.

But Pam was nothing if not stubborn.

She held her chin up high, poured herself a glass of water in the back room, flipped the 'open' sign, and then dragged herself to the sofa.

It would pass. It always did.

(And then by afternoon, Harley-her-Harley would call, and she'd be out of here like a shot. Not yet, though.)

[[ open ]]

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retail

Markets of the World(s), 2nd period

Lana welcomed everyone to Portalocity, smiling. "Today we're headed to Tokyo, to the Tsukiji Fish Market, which despite the name has a lot more than fish. It's one of the largest markets on Earth, and a huge tourist attraction, though it is still heavily oriented towards food." Not necessarily a downside.

"We've had to fuss with time in the portals so it's not night, so I've also gotten us four hours to explore. Some people will speak English, but if you're worried, you can get help at the information desk. They can also help you find anything in particular you may be looking for."

The portal opened up, and she waved them through. "Enjoy!"

Finding (More) New Hobbies, Thursday Period 2

“It’s our final class together,” Stark said. “And I’ve brought a friend to help us learn about a hobby. Or it doesn’t have to be a hobby. It can be an entire job, too. So. Prompto is here. To talk to you, to us, about photography. Which some of you know about already. Maybe all of you do? Probably all of you do.”

Stark shrugged. He was getting close to babbling. Maybe it was time for Prompto to talk.

And Prompto had to grin a little, because it was rare when he was actually not the more awkward public speaker in a room. "Hi," he said, waving a hand, while his other held a camera. "I'm Prompto, I know some of you already, and those of you who do know me know that I am all about this thing." He held up the camera in the other hand. "My camera. And photography, which is a really great hobby because all you really need is a camera, and there's tons of different ones out there, from super fancy ones to even just the camera on your phone. I started my photography journey when I was a kid, and it was a really great way for me to explore and understand my world, and so now I'm going to share some of that with you guys. I'm going to talk a little bit about how to use a camera and basic tips for great pics, and then I've got some great Polaroid cameras so that you can use the rest of the class to give it a try and get to see the results right away without having to wait for the film to develop. While also having a cool physical copy of the picture, unlike with your phone!

"So let's get started!"

Stark nodded. “Yes. Let’s.” Look, he also wanted to play with the Polaroids.

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The Wonderful World of Pizza, Thursday, Period 3

"All right, guys," Raiden told his class. "This week we were gonna go to Sweden to try their unique spin on pizza, but my brothers convinced me that would be cruel." He was not going to expand on that statement. "So instead we're going back to Italy! Why not? We went to multiple locations in the US. It's only fair. So today we're going to Rome, and visiting Casa Manco, a pizza al taglio, or pizza by the slice, spot in the Testaccio food market--so you can do some shopping while we're here! Let's go have some fun and spend some money in Rome, huh?"

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The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

The summery drinks continued to reign at the Devil's Nest, and Tiny was attempting construction of some sort of rampart out of coconuts to one side of the bar.

Thor thought it best not to ask.

Special
Batida de Coco

The Devil's Nest is open!

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cara

WTFH - Fandom Radio [Thurs, August 21st]

*chittery squirrel declaiming*

Are you done?

*chittering*

Yeah, don't give up your day job.

Up at the School, there was a final Shenanigans for the summer, and in the minglers, Stark and Rey were excited to see Summer, though less excited about getting voluntold. The task in question was sad, lonely cooking, actually alone or in pairs. I'm sure Anakin knows a lot about sad, lonely cooking.

Over in the Library, Arden had poetic ghost issues, which explains a few things, and then Gray horrified her with stories of his shenanigans cookery.

The Dorms continued to be quiet, while in Town, there was an 'adorable' infestations of bunnies at Furnado, sandwiches were serious business at the Trooper Station, and Hannibal and Jon turned into a snake and cat respectively.

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$perk,
atton rand

The Perk, Thursday Afternoon

The first call came right as Jack was halfway into a Henley (in which he got stuck for an embarrassing thirty seconds, by which time the phone had stopped ringing). The second came as he was digging around for his keycard at the hotel desk (and then dropped it in his effort to get to his phone). The third followed right in the middle of his conversation with the barista at the Perk about the exact amount of sugar to dump into his giant coffee, which was now more sugar than caffeine.

And the fourth, the one he actually managed to pick up in time? Came while he was walking to a table with said very big, very hot coffee in hand.

"Rand," he managed.

"Trent bought a van!"

He was silent for a moment.

"Dane," he said, enunciating very clearly, "This could have been a text."

"Sorry!"

He sank down into a seat and immediately spilled sugar-coffee on his shirt. Sigh.

[[ open ]]

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Pixie Dust; Thursday [08/21].

There wasn't much going on at the store that day. No new shipments, everything was pretty neat and orderly, and so Luma was left wishing she'd brought with her a book or something. Thankfully, she now also had a phone, and so the majority of her shift was spent mindlessly scrolling through this and that, hoping to find entertainment or inspiration, but mostly just feeling like it was turning her brain to mush.

So she eventually just dropped her phone into a drawer to avoid the temptation and forced herself to go over to pick out a few new nail polishes and settled in to do her nails again. It was almost a ritual, at this point. And even though they weren't colors she would usually put together, she was oddly drawn to a combination of a pale pink (mauve, really), a pistachio green, and a dusky brown, which, oddly enough, left her kind of craving ice cream, and wondering if she should go get some after work and if she should go by herself or invite Eleanor to go with her.

Pixie Dust is open!

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The Photo Hut - Thursday

Liz was feeling a lot better after the last two weeks and had decided to try and do some inventory while she was feeling up to it before she sat down to work on the computer.

After she went through the store inventory and changed around some of the front display items, she sat down at the computer to do finish catching up on her spreadsheets, making note of the inventory and what new stock needed to be ordered. After that was spending the rest of the morning catching up on the admin work that she had missed over the last couple of weeks and that was keeping her pretty busy.

[the Photo Hut is open!]

...And The One Time It Was A Draw, Thursday, Per. 1

Their last class together. Liliana wasn't particularly sentimental, but she would miss a class devoted to ranting about someone she particularly loathed. There had been minimal prep needed, mostly just making sure she had a thermos of warm tea and sometimes some maps. That would change next semester, and she enjoyed the ease while she had it.

But then the clock showed nine am. "Welcome to our last class," she greeted. "This is also going to be the class with the least information, sadly. There are many, many holes in this section of the historical record, in no small part because nearly everybody died." Nice, cheery place to start.

( The final battle )

"And that, darlings, was five times Urza ruined everything, and the one time it was a draw. Though, I do want to make it perfectly clear - this is not a full recounting of everything horrible Urza has ever done. It's not even a full recounting of everything Urza has done that we have records of. It's just a high-level overview of the stuff that we had time for this session. Anyone interested in further stories of his many, many, many atrocities will just have to buy me a drink sometime."

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Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

Steven came into the Museum more subdued than normal. Not that there was anything wrong with him per se. He'd had a lovely week so far. And in theory the last thing that had happened to him at the Museum was a nice and incredibly helpful conversation with Liliana (herself so nice and incredibly helpful.)

It was just, you know, before.

So Steven was there, barring time for Stark's class in the morning, doing his work behind the Welcome Desk, and being...

Cautious, was all. Aware.

One might even say twitchy.

He was fine, really.

[open]

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cat,
home

Jon's flat, Wednesday

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