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Devil's Nest, Saturday Night

Tiny had given Eric a heads-up about what he might expect tonight and Allie had wisely called in "stuck in her world", so Eric was in the axe range taking the water feature apart with a jackhammer like the grown-ass vampire he was and Tiny was working the bar.

There was a very discrete IF YOU PUKE IN THE BAR, YOU CAN NO LONGER COME TO THE BAR sign next to him. Tiny remembered barhops.

The Devil's Nest was open! Surely jackhammer noises were a good idea!

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Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Tuesday [05/18].

You wanna know what Amaya hadn't really done in a while?

Some nice good damascus steel.

So if anything was wondering what was on the menu, so to speak, at the forge that week, it was that. A very elaborate, drawn out style of constantly having to heat, reheat, beat and rebeat a single piece of steel to fold it in on itself just to make it all wavy and pretty when it was finished.

There was just something so satisfying about it, and she was starting to think maybe having a nice set of damascus forged pieces would really look nice on the weapons wall, maybe with some pearl incorperated in, some blue elements, to sort of make it almost a seafaring sort of set...

If anything, there was no doubt about it, a new damascus set would at least give her a good project and something to do for a while now.

The Forge is open!

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Community Center class: Fandom Home Companion

Duke had brought his ukulele to class today, and was idly strumming it as he waited to see which, if any, students came in today. He had the usual list on the board:

Fandom go-bag
1. booze
2. poncho
3. dish soap
4. an inner tube

"So," he said. "Fandom has its wacky weekends, but most of them are actually perfectly normal. Even boring. So. What do you do on your downtime? When there's absolutely no crisis or excitement of any kind?" He strummed his ukulele again. "I'm a fan of music. I play this sucker and guitar, and am a pretty good drummer. I'm a fan of swimming, when it's not literally freezing outside, and I like to read. What do you do to pass the time?"

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Pick Your Poison | Thursday

"I, I swear you could hear a hair pin drop," Iris sang softly to herself as she poured over her notes for the new scents she was in the process of developing. The colours of the year were an interesting combination of things and she thought that it might be fun to see what she could come up with. Yellow and grey and teal and jumpsuit orange…

Grey could be a lot of things, though her first thoughts dwelled heavily on smoke and metal and the smell of rain and rust (which brought in orange nicely, though it wasn't specifically 'jumpsuit orange').

A muted yellow could be a warm, buttery scent while a brighter yellow could evoke a sharp splash of lemonade, a summery beach (there was the teal), and the grey of gravel…

Iris snorted.

Apparently she missed home and summer, in about that order. Well, it wasn't wrong.

Pick Your Poison is Open!

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Community Center Class: Fandom Home Companion

"Seriously?" Duke muttered, looking at the sign on the door. "They really stuck with that name, huh?"

He shook his head and headed in.

"Right," he said, once any students who were actually going to show up had shown up. "Let's get started, I guess. Hi, I'm Duke Crocker. In case you didn't already know that. I run the diner in town and occasionally get press-ganged into teaching by a moose. Apparently this time around it decided I knew how to instruct you lovely people on how to clean up after the island's wackiness, which -- I dunno, seems kind of rude, but sure. I have had to clean out my own pipes after all the tap water decides to turn to some sugary mess, so I guess I'm qualified."

He clapped his hands and rubbed them together. "Okay. So . . . first week, means introductions, right? Name, some . . . general biographical detail you want to share with the class, and . . . I dunno, what do you want to learn about? I am very open to suggestions." He pointed to a student. "You. Start us out."

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Caritas- Thursday- NYE party!

Congratulations, Fandom! You survived another year! And to celebrate, a party!

Caritas was decked out in Christmas lights (that would not strangle you, promise), the zombies were playing New Year's Rockin' Eve types of hits, and gathered were plenty of hats and 2021 glasses for those who wanted to accessorize their fancy dress.

Sure, you wouldn't be kicked out if you didn't dress up, but it would be nice if you did!

SPECIALS
Jingle Juice Punch
New Year's Sparkler
Sugar Cookie Martini
Peppermint Bark Mimosa
Cranberry Mojito Mocktail

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Caritas; Wednesday [12/30].

Sure, sure, sure. Tomorrow was definitely going to be the big day around here for New Years, but since Summer was planning on being wholly dedicated to celebrating, she was going to take today as sort of a New Years Eve Eve and do some thematic jello shots, because she could, and, honestly, she would have imagined everyone would have been shocked if she didn't, meanwhile doing everything she could to encourage Tino that he was doing a great job doing what needed to get done for tomorrow, and, really, if she were to help, she'd probably just get in his way.

Look, she was just better sticking to behind the bar, anyway, it was just a fact.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!
Champagne Strawberry
Golden Champagne
Barbecue Beans and Cocktail Weenies

Caritas is open!

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Caritas; Wednesday [12/16].

You know what the great thing about Caritas (especially when no longer blocked by giant marzipan boulders) was?

The protection spell.

Because unless it decided to fail for whatever god-awful reason (and, really, let's be honest, that seemed like much more of a Thursday/Friday sort of thing to happen rather than a Wednesday), it could at least offer a decent respite from, you know, snow angels and sharkicanes and rock candy icicles.

A respite with booze!

Although Summer was really not expecting the usual big turnout tonight, because she'd rather people just stayed home and safe, but, on the other hand, Caritas was pretty safe, so...it felt like kind of a toss-up. There was just...a lot going on out there right now.

She was definitely side-eyeing the special Tino was adding to the board for boozy hot chocolate because she was 99.9% sure that he was just ducking out into the back alley and scooping it up from the flow that had sprung up back there.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!
Holly Jolly Fireball
Circus Peanut

(Also there's boozy hot chocolate)

Caritas is open!

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Caritas | Friday

"Whit is thes?" Cait asked, trying to figure out where the music was coming from. It wasn't the weird almost music near the kitchens—though that was still there. Instead it was, dare the narrative say it, almost…

Swifty.

Tino shrugged.

"Weel, ah suppose," he said, "at leest it's nae abit th' fat cheil."

Caritas is Open!

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Pick Your Poison | Thursday

Iris had planned to, like, at least attempt to be Christmassy and in-tune with the whole seasonal thing on this world.

But then Taylor Swift had announced a second surprise album in five months to be released at midnight.

And so if you thought you were getting anything other than Taylor Swift in the store today… you were going to be sorely, sorely disappointed.

"It's a love story, baby, just say yes!"

Pick Your Poison is Open! And very Swifty.

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The Devil's Nest, Thursday, November 19, 2020

Eric was still a thousand years old and completely unaware anything strange was going on--one of the benefits of sleeping the day away--until he got to the bar and saw a teenaged Tiny (who was still fairly huge) loitering around behind the bar like Eric would be fine with him serving and drinking beer.

"No," Eric said flatly. "You get to rearrange the stock room. Make sure the raccoons can't get in."

So now Eric was behind the bar having to serve humans. Ugh, today was the worst.

[OOC: OCD free!]

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Pick Your Poison | Wednesday

"I ain't sayin' it ain't possible or I can't do it," Iris said, on the phone, as she got her store in order for the day. Her hair was doing most of the work as she drifted through, flipping over the sign. "I ain't sayin' none of that. All I'm sayin' is that it ain't very efficient. That sort of mechanism ain't goin' to be able to guarantee what you want. A fright, yeah, that'll happen, but...

"Uh huh, yeah, no, that ain't goin' to happen--"

She rolled her eyes as the customer cut her off. Silly chirped encouragement at her.

"I can do it," Iris said, when she could talk again. "But it's gonna cost you and I want it on record it ain't gonna have the impact you think it's gonna. Uh huh. Okay. I'll get you some designs by the weekend."

Then, finally, she was free of the call.

"Some people," Iris said gravely to her chicobo.

Silly cheeped agreement.

Pick Your Poison is Open!

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Pick Your Poison | Friday

Iris didn't figure that she'd be busy on a weekend like this weekend, where almost everyone was dealing with their own visitors and all the ups and downs that came with that.

Which meant it was the perfect time to dismantle her window display and build it up again, from scratch, into something she liked better. Since it was fall, her shop smelled like warm apple cider, cinnamon, and pumpkin spice.

She hated the cold but she had to admit that she loved the smells of autumn.

Pick Your Poison is Open!

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Fandom Trooper Station, Wednesday

Danny was supposed to be recovering at home. But then there was a phone call from the troopers about something going on that needed the attention of a detective.

Which. You know. Was a lie.

Because it was because of the weird decorating thing going on and none of them wanted to explain it to Liam.

On the plus side, this time the pastries were provided to him.

[open and sleepy!]

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Pick Your Poison, Saturday

Lucille was arranging new products on the shelves, and then, since it would most likely be a quiet day, sat down to read. First a collection of poetry, and then a novel, marking places with poems and quotes she needed to read to Tisarwat. It was lovely to have a friend who shared her interest, and who wanted to learn how to play the piano and who had the most beautiful lilac eyes.

No, obviously she didn't actually think that last part.

[Open!]

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Pick Your Poison | Thursday

Iris had been off the island for… quite some time and, honestly, she weren't so sure that she would be staying around for long this time either. It was hard to stay here, without Zack, especially when her other husband and her primary job were back on Gaia.

And yet…

Well, if the cord needed to be cut, she'd cut it eventually. She'd leave that up to the future.

For now she was going to drift around her store, admiring the work Lucille had been doing in her absence (Lucille was a good minion), cleaning, and making notes on what she needed to restock and what new stock for autumn would be necessary.

Pick Your Poison is Open!

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Pick Your Poison | Tuesday

Iris had meant to just turn on the music, crank it up, and clean today. It had felt like the sort of day to really dig down and make things spotless and perfect.

Then Elena had called to complain about Rosa and... well.

That was a form of amusement too.

Not as conductive to blasting Taylor Swift and cleaning though.

"Okay," she said, interrupting Elena mid-rant. "Give it to me again, startin' from the beginnin' and I'll see if we can't figure this out."

Pick Your Poison is Open!

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Devil's Nest, Thursday, May 28, 2020

Well, look at that, Eric actually doing the front of house part of his job!

He even put up a sign on the door to announce a future event:

*INTERNATIONAL AXE THROWING DAY JUNE 13
TOURNAMENT HERE THAT NIGHT
COME IN AND PRACTICE BEFOREHAND OR RISKING CHOPPING OFF YOUR OWN FOOT AND HAVING US LAUGH AT YOU*

There. He deserved a drink for all that hard work, right?

Right

[OOC: No OCD today!]

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Pick Your Poison | Tuesday

Last week had been a good week to do inventory and the fruits of that were now on the shelves, new and freshly made, and ready for purchase…

It was, however, spring and that always did put her in the mood for cleaning, so…

Radio was cranked, playing bippy Japanese pop, that Iris sang along with as she scrubbed each shelf methodically before moving onto the next and the next. She'd stop if a customer came by but until then…

Pick Your Poison is Open!

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Pick Your Poison | Tuesday

It was quiet. Almost too quiet.

Not that Iris was complaining after the madness that had been last week. It was kind of nice, actually, as she and Silly meandered through her shop with a checklist, seeing what was in stock and what needed to be made fresh, what ideas had sold well and what hadn't sold quite as well…

In the afternoon, she even had the time to go through the window displays and update them. Summer was coming, which meant it was time to switch the soft springy scents for the bolder summer ones..

And coconut, of course. She hadn't even grown up on this world and she still associated it with summer thanks to how it existed in sunscreens and lotions everywhere…

Pick Your Poison is Open!