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Eric was still looking a bit smirky from his time at Three Minute Dates and Tiny was not asking.

Taking several bottles of True Blood from behind the bar, Eric busied himself coming up with new drinks for beings with special dietary needs. Tiny would still have to serve them, of course, but Eric was enjoying the creative process.

True Blood and elderflower liqueur was disgusting, for the record.

The Devil's Nest was open!

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It had taken the better part of a week, but most of the glitter was finally either gone or at least corralled to around the painting tables.

Which meant that the group preparing minis for their all-ranger game were going to end up with some very sparkly animal familiars...

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Steve was feeling a little more settled in his own skin after a class period spent swimming, and then Troopers were relieved that they were missing out on another run around the island (especially since a few were nursing bruises from banana-related falls and none of them wanted to explain that. They suspected Steve would not be sympathetic).

He picked up his cell phone as it rang with Chin's ringtone. "McGarrett," he said with a smile in his voice. He quickly sobered as Chin relayed what was happening back in Honolulu. "A body?" he repeated. "Left in the lobby? How'd they even get access?"

He listened as Chin told him what they knew so far.

"Okay, let me know what forensics tells you about this. Danny and I will catch the next available portal back."

The Trooper Station actually had a case!

stykera posting in

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Stabby's tank was dark and empty when Stark arrived. Well, empty in that it was currently unoccupied not empty in that everything had been removed.

"He went on vacation," a nurse said. "With all those sequined costumes. I'm guessing visiting the lobsters but you just never know with that one."

Stark just nodded and then shrugged. "All right. I'm sure he'll be back soon enough."

The clinic was open, the crab was on walkabout, and the alien was in.

And there was still glitter.

carbsliftthespirit posting in

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Today at Pizza Planet, Raiden could be found trying to chase down the delivery guy.

"Hey! Hey, I think you meant to take these to El Burrito Loco!"

The delivery guy just kept going, so Raiden sent a runner to El Burrito Loco to let them know they had their avocados. However, El Burrito Loco also had their avocados, so...

"Fine. Fine, I can work with this."

Specials
Charred Corn & Avocado Pizza
Guacamole Buffalo Chicken Pizza
Avocado Toast Pizza

Pizza Planet is open, and possibly committing crimes against both pizza and avocados.

sith_happened posting in

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Everyone would probably be thrilled to be back in the pool today. Well, at least happy not to be dealing with squishy mud and fish?

"Today we'll begin to work on treading water," Anakin said, "and floating. It's a good thing to know if you accidentally end up in the water and are not confident enough in your swimming to move from the spot you've landed."

Steve nodded. "It's very important to learn how to control your initial panicked reaction," he said. "Treading water, especially in something like a pool where you aren't working against tides or currents, should be something you can do almost indefinitely."

Some of them weren't also Navy SEALS, Steve.

"You keep your head and chin above water," he said, getting into the correct position. "Don't work to keep your chest up--it's just wasting energy--and move your legs like an eggbeater."

He looked at Lydia and Henry. "Do you know what an eggbeater is?"

Anakin, still on the side of the pool, demonstrated with his legs as they stayed out of the water. "Kick the water downward with your heel," he said. "Like riding an underwater bicycle."

Steve nodded. "We'll hold you up with pool noodles until you get the legs right, then we'll add the arms," he said. "And remember to relax. Tensing up just makes everything harder."

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Jon nodded to the students as they settled in, then gestured to the image on the whiteboard.

"Bigfoot. Also known as sasquatch. Originating in North American forests, particularly the Pacific Northwest. Generally considered to have the appearance of an upright ape-like creature, larger than human, and incredibly hairy. Also presumably with very large feet. Depending on who you believe," if anyone, "the hair may be black, brown, or red, it may be anywhere from two to five meters tall - six to fifteen feet, if you prefer, and its eyes may shine. It also may smell."

He sighed. "Chances are, it's largely based in folklore, misidentification of things like bears and other humans, and the occasional hoax. The name 'Sasquatch' is probably a terrible Anglicization of 'sasq'ets', a term meaning 'hairy man' in a Native American language, which actually referred to a tribe of people, but that's what you get when people mistranslate things.

"The name 'Bigfoot' was coined by a group of men at a logging company who claimed to see a number of large footprints near where they were working, and even made a cast of one of them. In 2002, it was revealed that one man had wooden carvings of large feet and was making the impressions himself. He was inspired by a different hoax from earlier in the twentieth century."

Honestly, people, did you have to do these things? Jon shook his head.

"The leading logical explanation is bears. Both black bears and grizzly bears have been known to walk upright, and when you see them from a distance or the lighting is bad or there's a lot of foliage in the way, they can look more human or ape-like. Also, actual humans have occasionally been misidentified as Bigfoot, including several which were shot. As a note, if you must use a gun, please do not shoot if you do not know for certain what you are shooting at." He was looking at you, Americans. "Even most believers in the existence of Bigfoot acknowledge that most of the reported sightings are errors.

"As for non-logical explanations, they range from feral tribes of humans, to extraterrestrials," again, "to the supernatural. Of course. So - let's discuss."

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Liliana looked at the packing slip in her hand, and then down at the artifact in the crate, then back to her hand. Her packing slip stated state Bear-Trap, One (1): Condition - Used. Inside the crate was, in fact, Bear-Trap, One (1): Condition - Used, but she was fairly certain it wasn't supposed to be growling. But, she was pretty sure that was a growling noise she'd heard and that it was coming from the crate. Visually, however, the trap just sat there on the bottom of the crate, yawning wide, waiting for her to come pick it up. "Mmmhmm. I wasn't born yesterday." She could feel the black mana radiating from it, accompanied by a kind of lurking malevolence.

On the (incredibly unlikely) chance she was wrong, she went and fetched the pushbroom from the utilities closet, lowering the handle towards the center of the trap. The tip hadn't even poked the plate before the trap was snapping shut again, over and over until she was able to whack it against the side of the crate hard enough to make it let go. Ruse destroyed, the trap sat there gnashed its metal teeth at her, promising violence.

"An ambush chair is amusing, an ambush bear trap, less so," Liliana informed it. "So no, I don't think so." The clanging started in earnest as she replaced the top on the crate and retreated to her desk to figure out what to do with it. It wasn't a creature, so she couldn't kill it, and she couldn't disenchant the damn thing. That was white mana. "Of all the days to not be my younger self," she muttered, ignoring the muffled clanging from the crate.

Right, she was going to reply to the text from Nikodemus asking a few more clarifying questions about the Chain Veil...and also asking if he wanted an enchanted, semi-sentient, murderous bear trap. Who knew? Maybe he would!

solo_sword posting in

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Good morning, everyone. Hopefully you all had fun on the dates, and I'm not going to say anything like "maybe that's why it's so quiet today," myself, but the squirrels did in fact write that down.

Just a couple notes, with Pam doing some weeding in the garden at Pick Your Poison, and Stark doing some birdwatching at the park.

And that's it. At least I got the squirrels to come to me this time. Hopefully they do the same next week, with more notes.

stykera posting in

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It was a good day to be outside. The island wasn't doing anything outrageous. The weather was lovely. There was no one Stark needed to hide from or avoid, that he knew of.

So he'd gone for a walk around stopped off for an iced coffee and a snack and then gone to a bench in the park to watch the birds at the pond and whatever else he might see.

It would have been a good day, he thought, for walking with a dog. He ought to go and see Prompto again soon at the shelter.

For now he had his own thoughts for company. That would be enough if no one else ended up in the park today but he hoped for someone to talk to who wasn't himself.

[open park is, of course, open]

imafuturist posting in

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You'd think the squirrels would let me sleep in after yesterday night, but no. Of course not. At least I have a coffee for this.

There was the usual level of professionalism at Over Easy about the strange things that happen here. The big event of yesterday was, of course, Three Minute Dates. And hopefully everyone enjoyed themselves. After the events at the bar, people could meet up for more conversation. Like Ignis and Liliana who of course flirted once they were together again. Arden and Erasmus talked about Beaker before he had to leave after not feeling so well. Hopefully he's better now. Lana and Jaina talked about politics back home, comparing them. Rey and Adrian shared a drink as well as what drink orders would hopefully get them out of a bad date quickly.

Hopefully everyone at the very least had some fun even if there weren't any new dates to follow. Have a good one, I'm getting back to bed.

joan_of_bark posting in

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The pain came in waves. Sometimes she'd spend most of a day feeling nothing; the next, she'd find herself in Harley's bed for hours longer than she anticipated.

It was frustrating. It made her angry. And with that anger came the urge to defy it-- and so Pam found herself back here again on a Sunday, her side stinging harshly. Weeding the Pick Your Poison garden.

She'd even opened the door, even though she intended to spend much of the day upstairs in the lab.

[[ open ]]

throughaphase posting in

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The dates were over, the glitter was still there, the glitter lived with you now, and the night was still young. So maybe people wanted to hang at the bar for a little while. Maybe you wanted to take the date further, or maybe you just wanted to gossip or catch up with people you weren't matched with!

Either way the specials still told a story.

SPECIALS
French Kiss
Love Potion
New Friend
Panties Unleashed
Love Blossoms mocktail

carbsliftthespirit posting in

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Well, most of the glitter was gone. Raiden would take it.

"Let's keep it nice and calm today, folks. Nothing dramatic."

"No giant gummy bears made out of mayo," one of the kitchen staff muttered, and a waiter protested,

"I thought we agreed not to ever mention that again."

Specials
Quiche Lorraine
Goat Cheese Scrambled Eggs with Pesto Veggies
Pumpkin Shortcakes with Cinnamon Apples & Maple Whipped Cream

That last one was definitely someone trying to manifest Full Autumn.

Over Easy is open!

mustbeawitch posting in

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Good morning, everyone! It is I, Miss Lydia Bennet, fresh off a whole week of not having hooves or being chased by some horrible thing and here to bring you the news!

We will begin with the school, where Driver's Education practised in 'bumper cars,' whatever those are, whilst Weather & Storms learned about the small things that can have greater effects on our weather.

I've no notes for the dormitory, but a few for the town. Let's see...ah! There was an issue with banana peels at the Trooper Station, which led to Mr. Grant slipping when he brought Detective Watts his luncheon. The squirrels report he is uninjured. Miss Eleanor was consulting the cards at Plant Parenthood, and Needful Things remains reopen for business, and Dr. Quinn was learning to juggle with spoons. I must stop by there sometime to see what sort of lovely things they have.

And that is the end of my notes, so with that, dear listeners, I shall leave you and be off for a cup of tea. Farewell!

throughaphase posting in

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Were you tired of glitter yet? Because the banner above the stage reading "WELCOME TO THREE MINUTE DATES" was covered in it. Which meant the stage was covered in a fine mist of them. Which meant there was probably some of the tables. And the bar. Not the drinks, though, they kept up with standards.

And a few minutes before 8:00, Kitty took to the stage.

"Welcome again to Three Minute Dates!" she greeted them. "If you haven't done this before, the tiles are simple. Every three minutes, we'll read off pairs of names. You sit down with them, get to know them for three minutes, and when the gong bongs, you'll move on to your next march. After five dates, if you want to talk to anyone more, hang around and chat for a while. Ready? You've got a couple minutes to sign up, then we're gonna get going."

[OCD is up! Post dates bar post will go up in the morning!
Before the dates | Round One | Round Two | Round Three | Round Four | Round Five | OOC | Post dates bar]

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The WE ARE RE-OPEN !!! sign remained in the Needful Things window. Odds were great it would still be there in the following week, unless it happened to fall off on its own, but at least it was still sort of relevant for now.

Also, Harley was inside, trying to juggle with antique spoons.

Don't ask.

(open! I remember what day it is, I swear)

heroic_jawline posting in

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Good morning, everyone, Steve Rogers here with the news of yesterday. In classes, Tony and I re-learned how much easier baking is when you have thumbs. Our students made cookies! Raiden's Food Adventures explored New Orleans. Arden presented Erarmus with a sweet tea snoball and a rundown on school trips before they confused each other talking about djinn, which I'm definitely pronouncing incorrectly, and Illyana wanted to know if Arden needed to-go bags for hauling souvenirs back to Fandom. Liliana did introductions now that no one looked like a pony, then did short term and long-term planning for zombie invasions. Liliana then held office hours, with Erasmus coming by to get her phone number so that his father could call--sounds dire--and Ignis coming by with lunch from New Orleans, which sounds delicious.

In town, the museum was open and so was the Photo Hut and Pixie Dust. The Devil's Nest was featuring cyser, and Supper Club went out for German, but the conversations mostly revolved around how great it was to have thumbs.

And that's everything! Enjoy your weekend, especially if you're doing the Three Minute Dates tomorrow night.

ifwebeworthy posting in

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The students would once again find themselves in the classroom in the danger shop, with the storm still raging outside. This time, a map was projected on the whiteboard.

"There is a saying," Thor began. "'Off the coast of' whichever country you like, China is often used, 'a butterfly flaps its wings. On the other side of the world, there is a mighty hurricane.' It is meant to show cause and effect, how everything is interconnected and a small action may lead to tremendous consequences. It is also, to a certain extent, true."

He picked Mjolnir up off the desk, flipped it in the air and caught it reversed, so that he could use the handle to point to the orange blob on the map. "Scientists are currently monitoring this tropical wave, a collection of disorganized rain showers and thunderstorms, off the coast of Africa. Due to warm ocean temperatures and other conditions, they estimate there is a forty percent chance it will come together into a cyclone in the next week, a tropical depression which may then become a tropical storm, which may then become a mighty hurricane--or it may not. This season has been unusually quiet so far." Knock on wood. "And why is that?"

Thor pointed Mjolnir's handle at Africa on the map. "Among other reasons, dust. Windstorms in the vast Sahara desert have blown dust out over the seas, and when they meet these tropical waves, the dust weighs them down and chokes them out. A mighty storm, a great devastation...undone by a grain of sand." Thor considered the map for another moment, then turned to his students. "If you have any thoughts on this, I would be interested to hear them."

what_big_teeth posting in

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Eleanor had been distracted and thoughtful ever since her conversation with Erasmus on Wednesday, her mind an absolute whirlwind of thought on whether or not he'd be able to help her with Rhys. The way he described it to her, it sounded like what he did might be more in line for what she needed than what Miss Vess did, and it was most exciting and nervewracking having this new prospect. She could be wrong, of course. She was usually wrong about things, and she was trying to figure out how to explain it to him without having to reveal too much. The idea of explaining what she was to someone she barely even knew was a harrowing prospect, but she also owed it to Rhys, to Luma, to her entire family, to try everything she possibly could to right the wrongs she'd done.

(Everything that happened was because you were trying to help, though)

That thought, she shoved back behind the others. Maybe it wouldn't even be a big deal to Erasmus, anyway. It's so nice to meet someone from a world that's at least kind of like mine, he'd said, so maybe he'd understand....

It was hard to focus on work. And even though her grandmother had always told her that magic really was at least half just figuring out what people wanted to happen, she was turning to her tarot cards again. After all, they had set her right when she'd consulted them in regards to her doubts with Kamala; maybe they'd give her guidance now, as well. And, really, when it came to magic, wasn't it also important if you yourself believed it, too, at least a little bit?

So she shuffled the deck. She split it. She shuffled it again, and then spread the cards out before her. Selected six and carefully pushed aside the remainders, before turning over the first card with bated breath.

Temperance.

A time for calm, careful control. Made sense. She continued on. Death, Justice, the Hierophant -- her breath caught a little, on that one -- the Hanged Man, and, finally, the Lovers.

Which was a confusing conclusion for a string of cards that made all too much sense; for the most part, all signs seemed to point to it being a worthy pursuit.

So then why did she still feel so uncertain and unsure?

Plant Parenthood is open!

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The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

The Magpie Emporium, Monday [15/09]

Trooper Station, Monday, Sept 15, 2025

Fandom Clinic, Monday

Pizza Planet, Monday

How Not to Drown, Monday, September 15, Period 3

Cryptozoology, Monday period 2

Infinite Consortium, Monday

Fandom Radio- Monday, September 15

The Park, Sunday Afternoon

Fandom Radio - Sunday (9/14)

Pick Your Poison, Sunday

Caritas- Saturday night after 8:15 pm

Over Easy, Saturday

Fandom Radio, Saturday, September 13

Three Minute Dates- Caritas- Saturday before 8:15 pm

Needful Things; Friday

Fandom Radio, Friday, September 12, 2025

Weather & Storms, Friday, Second Period

Plant Parenthood; Friday [09/12].

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