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Needful Things; Friday

The previous day's museum visit having gone the way it had, there was really only one thing for Harley to do...

Throw herself full throttle into her heist plans!!

Sure, there were other things she could've tried to do, too, but the top one was both too terrifying and she was sure Steven was too busy continuing to be self-righteous and licking his wounds and doing absolutely no genuine self-reflection whatsoever - and most importantly, holding onto the body all through that - for her to even make an attempt at the thing right then, so. Heist plans it was!

She had a map of the mainland spread out on the floor in the middle of the still-empty store. And at each corner of the map, there were offerings of rum. She could remember about the squirrels when it counted, and crime really counted! She had a marker, and she had her phone, and she was marking the locations of some of the places the kid had scouted that seemed to have the best loot. Or, she could say, where the best merch for her store was just waiting to fall right into her grubby little hands.

She was, after all, a genuine article bad person.

(ALL HEIST STUFF NFB PLZ, store closed, post open, some SP will occur throughout Friday)

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Trooper Station, Friday

There was a duck in one of the holding cells when Watts arrived, and a flamingo in another. Both birds were squawking angrily at each other, loud enough to be heard throughout the entire station. Including Watts's office.

Why didn't he just let them go? Well. The log clearly said they were supposed to be on a 24 hour hold for, quote, "bird crimes". And who was he to argue with the log?

So he was just... dealing with the noise.

Library, Thursday 8/14

The gremlins were making blackout poetry today.

"You can't write in the books!"

One gremlin held up a book and showed off the DISCARD stamp inside the front cover. They weren't wrecking anything new! At least not at the moment.

"You could make copies of the pages too," Belle suggested. "If you wanted other books to use."

She was going to be keeping a close eye on those gremlins. Very close.

And maybe doing some blackout poetry of her own.

Finding (More) New Hobbies, Thursday 8/14 Period 2

Stark still, after years of associating with Summer, had no social media. He hadn’t been flooded with notifications about a new album coming. Today’s activity was completely coincidental! Really.

Sure, maybe ‘friendship bracelets’ had been higher in the search results than they might have been otherwise when Stark looked up ‘fun easy hobbies’ but he wasn’t doing this on purpose.

“Today,” Stark said, “jewelry. But nothing fancy. Beaded friendship bracelets. Sometimes these are given away or traded. Easy to do, but fun, I hope. And then you have something at the end to show for your efforts and maybe something you could give to someone. If you like.”

He smiled a little uncertainly. “I have elastic cord. You’ll want to make sure there’s enough of it so you can tie it and have it still fit on a wrist. Yours or someone else’s. I’ve plenty of beads and plenty of cord and there are scissors. Not much else you need for this.”

“I have beads with letters and numbers, if you’d like to put messages. Or something meaningful to you, or whoever you might be giving one of these too. I have star beads and ones with glitter and ones that glow in the dark and metallic ones and ones that are just plain colors. And there are some other shapes as well. I’m not sure why these,” he pointed, “look like gummi bears but they’re amusing.”

“So…let’s make some things. And if you like this you can take more supplies with you to make more another time.”

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The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (8/14)

It was a fairly routine day today, as far as Steph was concerned: the regular gaming groups were all settled in at their usual tables, the mini-painting club was set up in the designated area, Little Bot patrolled the area cleaning up messes and retrieving people's dice and game pieces from beneath tables, Saffron ostentatiously ignored everyone (especially her) as she slept in the middle of the displacer beast plushies.

Well.

Except for the cacaphony coming from the gremlins' table, where the gremlins were gathered around a booklet screeching in disbelief.

Steph, trailed dutifully by Little Bot and his trusty dented Sourcebook of Intimidation, headed over to try and figure out the problem.

"Wait," she said after a minute or so of squinting at the booklet handed to her by one indignant gremlin. It was photocopied and hand-stapled, though she didn't recognize it as part of her indie games inventory. "Are... these rules telling you that... you literally can't do anything that might be implied by, oh, I don't know, your characters' entire literal role descriptions and the entire game setting?"

The gremlins all waved their hands and screeched in the affirmative at her.

"This is stupid. Go find something else to play, okay? I'll..." She glowered at the booklet in her hand. "Do something with this. God, why do I have a feeling Ainsley is partly responsible for this ridiculousness?"

[OOC: One active fandom of mine that isn't outright fucking embarrassing. I am begging. Open, though I may be extremely slow.]

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Pixie Dust; Thursday [08/14].

Even though the actual time of participating was brief, Luma had been thoroughly displeased with so much about yesterday's activity, enough so that it still left her in a sour mood into that morning. Thankfully, she had work to go to, which was a gratefulness not so much for the work itself, but more for what she worked with.

Because she would work through a new shipment of items and put them on the shelves and racks, and while she was doing that, pluck out the things that caught her own eye the most and make a small pile of pretty dresses and shirts and skirts and shoes to try on for a bit of fashion therapy. She knew she couldn't really afford to go too far overboard with some new clothes, but maybe if there was one or two pieces she really liked, she could just splurge a little. It was the least the universe could do to make up for leaving her practically a drowned dog yesterday.

(Forget the fact that she could swim just fine, and she had chosen to turn into a wolf for it).

Pixie Dust is open!

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The Wonderful World of Pizza, Thursday, Period 3

"Okay, guys," Raiden announced to his class. "So far we've been to Italy, we've been mostly in North America, but this is the world of pizza, right? So today we're heading to a new continent and a new pizza scene: we're going to Japan.

""The pizza scene in Asia in general is really interesting. It's sort of a developing scene, with people trying out new forms and flavor combinations--maybe flavor combinations that make sense to the local palate, maybe just, 'What happens if we do this?'--and it leads to some really exciting ideas. And some kind of weird ones--every now and then a pizza from somewhere like Domino's Japan will go viral among Westerners like 'look at this weird pizza,' which remember: never knock it until you try it. So today we're going to go to what's considered one of the best pizzerias in Tokyo, Pizzeria da Peppe Napolistaca Kamiyacho, to try Japanese pizza out for ourselves! Let's go!"

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cara

WTFH - Fandom Radio [Thurs, August 14th]

Looks like it was a quiet day yesterday, with most of the activity being School related, Anakin moved Shenanigans over to the beach, mostly to trick passers-by into voluntolding. As for what they got voluntold into my notes just say 'YEET' in especially excited handwriting, and after the yeeting, Anakin had a nice conversation with Atton. Or at least one where they didn't get into a hair pulling fight.

Meanwhile, over in the Library, Arden was distracted by games on her phone.

Nothing much happened in the Dorms, while in Town, Adrian was in a mood at Pick Your Posion. A cleaning mood. Pamela, Rey, and Lydia all noticed this mood, so he must have been cleaning pretty thoroughly.

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The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

It was summer. It was hot. Thor saw no need to beat around the bush, as it were.

Special
Pina Coladas

*getting caught in the rain costs extra

Thanks. Now I have the song stuck in my head.

"You're not the only one," Thor grumbled.

The Devil's Nest is open!

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Over Easy, Thursday Morning

Lydia had sent out a message after last week's class to her Supper Club regulars, letting them know that they would not be having supper this week, but rather investigating the island's newest eatery for 'brunch.' A time had been ~~handwavily~~ worked out that hopefully would allow for everyone to attend, although Lydia had to go and eat pizza after this, the poor dear.

She was in a splendid mood this morning, as she would soon be visiting a magical marketplace! Oh, it was evil, to be sure, but magic! Shopping! What wasn't there to be excited about?

It was rather unfortunate that their schedule meant they'd missed Will it Waffle? Wednesday, as that sounded like an intriguing occasion, but perhaps she could visit some other time.

Welcome to Over Easy and ~~Supper~~ Brunch Club, everyone!

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The Photo Hut - Thursday

Liz was starting to feel a bit better than she had last week, she was still feeling tired but she had been able to get a couple of nights rest and felt well enough that she could try and catch up on some of the work that she had left last week when she hadn’t been feeling well.

She was still taking it a bit slow but she was having a mostly productive morning and finishing what work she needed to do.

[the Photo Hut is open!]

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The Park, Thursday Afternoon

Yeah. So. Talking to someone about the whole Jedi-rebuilding thing. Great idea. Good way to actually be helpful. It was fine! Fine.

Jack had even curated a whole thrash metal playlist for the morning and the walk here just to get him into the right fine mindset (nothing cured insecurity like some Anthr-- okay, maybe the phrasing wasn't great on that one), but of course someone's musical tastes had completely ruined his algorithm. By the time he was actually walking to the park - early, way too early - the playlist had finished and he had Tim McIlrath sing-yelling Are we not good enough? Are we not brave enough? Is the violence in our nature just the image of our maker? in his ears, memories of the weekend dancing around in his head.

He sat down on the bench. Set his lightsabers down beside him, and then - after a moment - reached up to take out the earbud. "We're not stories, we're not actors, we're awake and in control," he mumbled to himself. And then a few more times, for good measure.

Okay? Okay.

Time to wait for Rey.

[[ expecting one, but open! ]]

5 Times Urza Ruined Everything, Thursday, Per 1

"4205 AR," Liliana said at the start of class. "In addition to being a hundred and fifty-five years before my birth--" clearly the most important part of Dominarian history "--that was the year that the Phyrexians began their invasion of Dominaria. ( The last book in this trilogy is called Apocalypse and for good reason. ) Liliana closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. "And that is where we'll be leaving off for this week, but before you ask, no. This was not some kind of brilliant scheme to get close to Yawgmoth, Urza really and truly betrayed all of Dominaria and surrendered."

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Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

Steven had enjoyed his camping trip with Llewellyn. Longer than before, not too long as a whole. Even so, something about coming home yesterday had felt right. Like there was extra reason to pat the walls and tell Midnight it was doing a good job being a home. It was loved and where it was meant to be.

Strange. Couldn't possibly imagine why. Some quirk of the multiverse, perhaps.

Regardless, Steven did manage to leave said home - and his comfy bed with a proper mattress - to come into work. Which was where he was, in his usual spot behind the Welcome Desk, barring interruptions for things like his class with Stark in the morning.

[open]

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summer games

Summer Shenanigans, Wednesday mid-morning

Worrisomely, the park was empty today aside from a sign that directed everyone to the beach. When they arrived, they would find a huge wooden scaffolding at least 30 feet high (somewhere, an Olypmic platform diving squad was wondering where their stuff had gone) next to the water. In the water was a blue and gold inflatable as long as the scaffolding was high. Further out were ropes marking distance from the inflatable blob.

Everyone have a horrifying mental image of what was going to happen here? Good!

"I have returned after foraging for parts last week," Anakin lied through the megaphone. He'd been a cat. "And we are trying out an all new event! You will climb to the top of the scaffolding and jump down onto the inflatable! This will launch the person at the other end of it into the air! Whoever launches someone the furthest wins! The launchee will also receive points for style before hitting the water."

The points get you nothing. You win nothing. "After you have launched your island mate, you crawl to the launch zone and you get launched by the person behind you. This will be fun."

Possibly only for spectators.

"Come get your rash guards and life jackets, if necessary. Listen for your names!"

Belle
Hannibal
Stark
Henry
Steve M
Thor
Jon
Jaina
Lydia
Flint
Eleanor
Luma
Steve R
Raiden
Harley
Rey

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Fandom Radio, Wednesday 8/13

Another Wednesday another day I am beset by squirrels to read their notes to everyone for reasons I still don’t entirely understand years later. Why are the squirrels here like this?

*chittering*

Maybe I am a little tired. I stayed up to watch the meteor shower. It was beautiful. They always are.

Now. Beginning with the school there was a trip to Montana and definitely not Alaska in (Even More) American National Park Tours with Sam Eagle. Then, at the beach, Beach! class learned that…you can’t do much of anything legally at the beach. Flint and Isabela discussed piracy and ships after learning all of those new rules which are all very odd. But I don’t think anyone here cares. And then we had Paintball! with extra trees and towers and it was terrible but Steve might disagree.

Nothing from the dorms but the porg…seems to have fallen asleep. All right. I hope he isn’t ill. So now we have the notes from the town.

Pick Your Poison was open, with Pam watering plants and checking inventory before Harley arrived and they began planning for lunch.

At Caritas Kitty very bravely faced Tino being loud and the zombies experimenting with “hair metal” even though she had a headache. I’m sorry, Kitty.

Gray and Raiden were at the beach swordfighting while shirtless. I wonder if that’s allowed with all the rules that the beach class learned about.

*chittering*

I’m not sure that them being shirtless with their wings out truly makes it a “public service” but that is an interesting argument. You might be able to make that case to the troopers it would certainly be worth trying.

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Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

Adrian knew that he couldn't put it off for much longer, he was going to have to make a trip to the Anchor Market. Which he was most emphatically not looking forward to. So, in order to keep his mind off that, he was giving Pick Your Poison a good, thorough scouring. Under the units. Behind the shelves. In the corners--of the ceiling.

Maybe he'd be a little more Zen after this.

...Probably not, but hey, at least the shop would be sparkling.

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Fandom Library, Wednesday, August 13th

Some days Arden was on the ball, shelving books, checking out and returning items, making sure that the gremlins stayed relatively decent...

And then other days, she'd just downloaded a new game onto her phone and it was all she could focus on.

She was bent over her phone, quietly yelling at her phone as she learned a new plot twist. "You can't be serious!"

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classes

Fall Class Submissions!

Yep, it's that time!

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(Even More) American National Park Tours with Sam Eagle, Tuesday 8/12, 1st period

“Today we shall be going to Montana, students!” Sam announced. “To Glacier National Park which is not to be confused with Glacier Bay National Park which is in Alaska! We shall not be visiting Alaska today!”

“The park in Alaska contains far more glaciers though the one in Montana though that one is over one million acres in area! Huge! Enormous! Awe-inspiring. And, I might add, home to impressive wildlife including bald eagles!” Always important, after all.

“While we are there do not get lost in the wilderness! I will not be sending out a search party and the rangers have other things to do with their time!”

You could try keeping the group together and supervising them, Sam…

“I recommend the hiking trails for some of you. The visitor centers for others. Or you can simply enjoy the majesty of the American Wilderness!”

And with that extremely useful introduction to an impressive park, Sam was standing at the waiting portal, gesturing with a wing, and impatiently tapping a giant felt foot.