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Ah, emotional baggage day. That had taken Jack back - though it'd been satisfying to see that his own amount of baggage had gone down significantly. Score one for therapy.

After class, he made his now-habitual trip to the Perk while he waited for his portal to arrive. With a large black coffee in hand, he picked a spot by the window and sat down.

Sucks that it's raining, the barista had said. They'd wanted to put some seats outside.

"Outdoor seating," Jack muttered to himself. "Sitting in the sun. Space. Just one cloud away from turning into a TV trope."

[[ open ]]

somethingwithturquoise

"Here, Tino!" Summer sang out brightly as she swept into the bar that evening for her shift. "Hold these limes!"

Before he knew it, Tino was struggling to keep within his arms all the loose limes that Summer had shoved into them, and he was about to ask how he was supposed to hold all of them before she cheerfully added, "But whatever you do, don't put them in the coconuts!"

Tino, confused, waited for further information, but come on, what did Summer look like? Someone who would actually explain things to him? She went about getting her shots set up and getting the bar ready, leaving him standing there with his limes.

Eventually, he'd end up setting them down on the counter, where some of them would roll away to random places here and there, to, you know, do his job, but he stood there just holding the limes for an unprecidented amount of time, really.

Featured Cocktail
Citriburst Lime Mojito

Featured Jello

Key Lime Pie
Black Hot Lime
Cherry Limeade
Watermelon Lime

Caritas is open!

suitably_heroic

It was his second week back for the summer, and whatever chill Jack had felt about being here had gone out the window during class yesterday. Fantastic.

Good thing he was heading back home for the weekend (and gigs) that evening. For now, though, with his portal still ahead of him, he was going to wander into the Perk, and order the biggest black coffee they had.

"Aren't you supposed to be dead?" the barista asked.

"Didn't you hear Cara's radio broadcasts?" Jack replied. "I'm a zombie-clone, come back to haunt you."

He turned and leaned against the counter, and--

"... Are those giant lizards?" Beat. "Of course they are. Space, where did I leave my lightsabers?"

[[ open, before or after he rushes out to go fight some godzillas ]]

suitably_heroic

It was funny. Every time Jack came back here, the island felt different. From a place of grief, to a place of dangers, relapse and recovery, to now, just... a place. Sure, part of it was that he knew he'd be back home in a couple of days, that they'd be testing the Portalocity subscription he had for their first show of the new record, but it was also just...

Something.

He took some time to suck up the ambiance that morning, wandering out of the hotel to roam Fandom's streets. This time, he didn't take the path up to Galactica Point, though-- he made it to the park, hands stuck in the pockets of his jacket. Watching the flamingos and the other birds flapping around.

On a whim, he picked a spot on the grass, by a tree, and sat down. He let his senses expand outward, slowly, in circles. From the grass to the birds in the water to the squirrels in the trees, and then beyond, into the town, and past that.

He used to let himself get lost in it. Now, he kept a gentle hold on his own place in the Force ('more of your Jedi zen bullshit', said a voice in his head, anchoring him there) as he let the life of it all wash over him.

It was peaceful. He felt good. It was good.

[[ open ]]

somethingwithturquoise

Summer had been sent something yesterday that made her absolutely squeal with delight once she realized what it was, and she was still riding that glee and anticipation by the time she came into the bar that evening. Which had the added bonus of having Tino being suspicious and skeptical about her good mood, for a change, which was really nice. It meant he was generally avoiding her, because he, like she so often did with him, figured if it was something making her so damn pleased, then it had to be something he was better off not even knowing about.

It didn't help that Summer noticed this behavior and started acting even more smug and mysteriously satisfied just to make him question and doubt and worry more. Because, really, at this point, he was just asking for it.

Featured Cocktail
Dark & Thunderstruck

Featured Jello
Pop Rocks
That's Me Espresso
If You Like...
Strawberry Fields Forever

Caritas is open!

somethingwithturquoise

So Summer had turned back to herself from being a squirrel that morning, and thankfully, it had very conveniently happened while Stark was off doing radio, which meant that she was spared at least a little bit of awkwardness, of the kind that had nothing to do with the usual things that made this animal transformation bullshit so obnoxious. Honestly, in a way, she was kind of grateful for the timing, even if it had taken its sweet time making it happen the night of, but it gave Summer some time to think about things, actually.

Unfortunately, now that she was human again, she had to actually do something about those thoughts. It was enough to make her want to take a quick jump home and start poking through Rick's stuff to see if he had anything to make being a squirrel a little more perminant, tbh.

Anything to avoid having to confront what she'd been staring down the barrel of before she turned.

(Which was the root of the problem, though, wasn't it, Summer??)

Whatever. She was going to put it off as long as she could, all the same, and Stark doing radio while she change was perfect for that because she could just send him a quick text letting him know she was back, but, hey, it was Wednesday, she really needed to get her jello started! And that meant she could spend the rest of the day groaning and swearing and commisserating and probably drinking, let's be real, without the pressure of keeping anyone else's dumb, stupid feelings in mind.

(She did apologize to Pancakes, though, but also, like, how was Summer supposed to know that she was going to be in the path of whatever she was throwing at the time? Come on.)

Either way, she was herself, venting while making jello had....sort of helped, and she was now sulking behind the bar a little as she got ready for her shift, and trying to figure out just what she was going to do about things now that she no longer had the comfort of just being a squirrel as an excuse.

Featured Cocktail
Pink Squirrel

Featured Jello
Fuzzy Navel
Korean Acorn Jelly
Nutty Irishwoman

Caritas is open!

somethingwithturquoise

When Summer came into the bar that evening, Tino asked her if she wanted to know his family's special recipe for stuffing, and she said no, but he told her anyway, and then she told him that now she was going to take that recipe and put it in jello, and so if anyone wondered why Tino was sulking at one end o the bar, it was because he had learned a very important lesson (which, let's be real, he should know by now with how long they'd been working together) in never telling Summer anything she doesn't want to know, because she will absolutely take that information and try to use it against you in any way she can.

And Summer was sulking because she really did mean it, she really didn't want to know, because you knew whatever was a traditional recipe in Tino's family had to be knowledge that no normal human should ever have to carry, which was why, on occasion, she just would occasionally find herself shouting out, "Really, Tino? Fucking raisins??" and looking at him like he was the ultimate scum of the Earth, because she was now convinced he very well may be.

Featured Cocktail
Pumpkin Cheesecake Martini

Featured Jello
Deamsicle
Apple Crisp
Cherry Fire Pepper

Caritas is open!

somethingwithturquoise

Tino had brought in a pizza that evening and he asked if Summer wanted some, and Summer wasn't really sure if it was a good sign or something that she should be worried about that when she asked if he'd rinsed it, he said 'no.'

Because remember that? That he rinsed his pizza sometimes? ~~Pepperidge Farm~~ Summer remembered! Randomly! And she was really unsure which was the bigger cry for help: that he'd rinsed it in the first place or that he'd apparently suddenly stopped.

And then she blinked.

Wait. Was that how people felt about her various approaches to jello?

Then she frowned, and firmly decided not to think about any of that too much more any longer, had herself a slice of unrinsed pizza, and a shot of very strong booze.

Featured Cocktail
Blood Orange Mimosa

Feature Jello
French 75
Orange Cinnamon Roll
Caramel Apple

Caritas is open!

suitably_heroic

Space, but Jack was so ready to be home again. (Though yes, it was still humiliating that he'd finally broken about it in front of Summer of all people.) Ready enough that he'd - grumpily, mind you, but still - given up his spot behind the wheel of the van to Trent a few hours ago, and curled up in the back for some sleep. Maybe by the time he woke up, he'd be in a sane state again.

Alas, it was not to be.

When he woke up, it was on a bench in the park, curled up on his side, with a flamingo loudly screaming in his face.

"What the--"

That sure was a flurry of Earth expletives, right there.

Oh no.

[[ open ]]

somethingwithturquoise

Summer was squinting a little at the stage today when she came in to set up for her shift, as the zombies seemed to be milling around and testing out some more uncommon instruments. Their usual instruments were still on hand so no one had to be subjected to doing their favorite karaoke song to the bagpipes or an otamatone, but....

That would be pretty funny.

Until then, though, the patrons of the bar might be treated to some familiar background music, but as done by theramin or ocarina, and maybe a groaning debate or two amongst the band (no doubt sparked by zombie Yoko) about whether or not certain instruments really classified as 'uncommon.'

Summer was, of course, staying out of it, no matter how many times Tino tried to get her in on some kind of betting pool.

Featured Cocktail
The Last Word

Featured Jello
Chocolate Covered Cherries
Little Tiny Spaceships
Cucumber Mint Lemonade
Key Lime Pie

Caritas is open!

okteiviakom

As Fandom was wont to do, it had grabbed Octavia and her partners at an unfortunate time. Nothing catastrophic, but awkward enough for Octavia in particular that she'd spent much of Saturday flinging messages and emails and calls around, because while long-standing experience said the island would return her where it'd found her come Monday morning, she really did need to be in Copenhagen and in her own time tomorrow. And if Fandom was going to fuck up those plans, she needed her people to be prepared with a plan B.

But most of that was settled, by now.

(Most.)

So Octavia had actually made it into town today, to grab a muffin and a coffee from the Perk, and then a seat by the window to people-watch.

... And look at her phone, too, sure. Although at least one of those times she did was so that she could send the guys a picture of the place. A little nostalgia hit, if you will.

[ooc: Open! With continued SP from me because whyyyy did I make Rl plans and get all tired this weekend why.]

suitably_heroic

Jack woke up on a park bench.

That was disorienting, because it had been a long time since the last time he'd slept on a park bench. At least a couple decades. It had probably been this very park bench, though, he registered slowly as he sat up and felt his back do a thing it shouldn't be doing.

He rubbed his face. Squinted. Rubbed his face again. Squinted some more. "Definitely flamingos," he muttered.

Yep. Yep, this was Fandom all right.

"This is the last time I touch any flyer I get from the school without gloves on," he said, and finally stood up, stretching.

Ugh.

[[ open ]]

totalwildcard

Did Harley have a specific reason to be at Midnight? Laundry? Sneaking stuff out of or into the office? Other laundry? Nope! But that wasn't going to stop her, and in fact hadn't stopped her from wandering in off the street on one of her usual whims, in search of something to hold her interest for longer than a minute.

And ultimately that call was answered by a classic: the television. You see, Harley's own apartment was great and only getting greater as she kept picking and choosing stuff from the store to take up there, but one thing it was still missing was a TV. And that wasn't a problem here!

So the afternoon saw Harley flopping onto a couch and channel surfing until she found some random channel playing some kind of an outrageous soap opera as a marathon. Perfection.

(Although some snacks would've been nice. Maybe she should raid the kitchen later...)

(it's stray cat day at Midnight, open! mod your own soap!)

somethingwithturquoise

"Look, Tino! Aren't they amazing?"

Summer was generally very proud of her jello shots overall, but tonight was a rare occasion indeed and she needed to really show off her brilliance at work here! After all, her 'gross' shot for the evening was usually something cribbed from some awful recipe she'd found on the internet, but this one was truly an inspired homebrew that, in a way, brought together various aspects of the community.

"I had someone," Ignis, much like Dean, had made it clear that he did not want his name attached to being involved in this project at all, despite the fact that radio had called them both out, but she was going to respect what she could and leave the rest to be blamed on the squirrels and the squirrels alone, "make me a frog gelatin base! And look, he made little crispy fried frog pieces to garnish it with! You should try one! It tastes like chicken! But boozy!"

Because that was exactly what you wanted in a jello shot, right?

Whatever. She was proud of herself, and was really looking forward to seeing what everyone else thought, too.

Featured Cocktail
Frog's Breath

Featured Jello Shots

Witch's Brew
Black Magic
Unicorn
Frog's Legs

Caritas is open!

needsacatchphrase

Well, it was just one of those busy days in Fandom, it would seem. Because Jane arrived to the bar to find it had been decorated by Tino in a way that was almost, kinda cute? There were stars and planets and a sun. It was the sort one might find in a science classroom in grade school.

And Tino, of course, was wearing an astronaut helmet for reasons Jane didn't ask to know. Because Tino. Even the specials looked decent for once! Suspiciously so, honestly.

Specials
Yub Nub
Fuzzy Tauntaun
Jedi Mind Trick
Dantooine Tonic
Dagobah Slug Slinger

After all... May the 4th be with you.

[up early for the timezones]

somethingwithturquoise

After being a squirrel for more than a week, Summer had really been looking forward to just spending a day working on some jello shots and getting to come into work with said jello shots and preparing herself for Tino just being Tino, which wasn't too bad that day? He just kept looking at her with this smug, I-know-something-you-don't look that had her both curious and suspicious, but ultimately, she decided that anything that had Tino looking like that was something she was probably better off just not knowing, thank you.

And then his looks started to get increasingly exasperated that she clearly wasn't biting, and that meant that now Summer got to be the smug one, and she was mentally taking bets with herself on when he cracked and just told her eventually anyway.

Featured Cocktail
May Day

Featured Jello
Deamsicle
Daiquiri
Dragonfruit
Dotorimuk

Caritas is open!

somethingwithturquoise

Summer's recent bout of squirreling had gone on for well over a week now, and so she'd become increasingly insistent about Stark not dragging her around everywhere, and this caution was proven wise when, not very long after he left to go to the clinic, she was, in fact, back to herself again, in the comfort of her own home, as it should be. And since a glance at her phone told her immediately that it was Monday, she figured she'd take care of a few things, have a nice long shower, and do the most boring and terribly normal thing for a human to do: go to fucking work.

Especially since she'd heard from the other squirrels that Prompto had turned into an animal, too, which meant it was just Apu and the usual animals in the store, and, sure, the store pretty much would run itself when left to its own devices, but she felt Apu would appreciate that Summer was able to help again.

Of course, she walked in, saw a hug display about zippers, noticed anything with zippers was 50% off today, let out a little sigh and a shake of her head, but it was mostly just relieved that she may have been changed to a small furry rodent, but some things never did.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Rugelach
Shrimp Scampi
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

weirderthanthou

While the eggheads were congregating to actually create this story's perfect ending, the story's protagonists gathered in the park. By the playground, in fact, because what better place to turn horror into farce than this?

The rules set by the island's authors were simple: the fight had to remain contained to the playground. Each protagonist would have to struggle, would have their moment of Divine Inspiration, and at last, would defeat their enemy with the power in their heart.

And, uh. Some of the writers at Town Hall might have dipped a little far into the trope-box. There were already a few Idiot Balls rolling around the field as Our Heroes arrived.

The horror slid in from the other side, as if in a chess match; approaching shadows, rolling, fronted by the figures the darkness had already conjured up from the creations made here. They were ready to fight. Were you?

[[ have at, fighty team! ]]

suitably_heroic

"Poodoo!"

Had anyone on the island ever seen a Krayt dragon in the flesh? Space, Atton hoped not. Atton hoped nobody did.

Atton hoped he could take this one down - relatively small as it was, just the height of the first story of a house and an interesting shade of rainbow that he had never seen before in his life - before anyone had to see it.

"I hate this island!" he bellowed helplessly, barely twisting out of the way of an angry claw, his lightsabers whizzing through the air.

[[ open ]]

somethingwithturquoise

Summer had been bitching in her head and in countless chitterings about how Stark was really pushing it by toting her around everywhere so much, emergency supplies on hand or not. But there was one place she was thinking she needed to go this week that would be perfect for changing back anywhere that wasn't the comfort and safety of her own damn apartment, and that was the gym.

Like, can you imagine it? She's just getting her little squirrel pump on when suddenly, she's back to normal, but without any clothes, and she's all, 'oh no, who could have expected this? what will I do?' and then Gladio sweeps in with his shirt already off and being handed over to her as he grins down at her and where did that breeze to push his hair and send sparkles all around that terribly unfair crooked grin of his? And then she's all thanks, I'll try to return it to you soon and he's all don't worry about it, you can keep it, I have a ton more, and, shut up, it was totally the perfect plan!

Well, except for the fact that Gladio, apparently, wasn't in today, because he'd rudely turned into a plant last night, ruining everything!

And Summer was going to just grump back home, but apparently, she found a really cute sweatband in a squirrel size and discovered they actually had squirrel-sized treadmills? And so Sonja hooked her up and Summer figured she wouldn't let being a squirrel get in the way of her workout streak, and you know, if she did turn back, Sonja had a shirt too...

Atlas is open!

moreofaponchoguy

After the (legitimate) fun he'd had poking around this place last week, Cal had asked about getting a job here, and ended up with the keys.

He was starting to get the feeling this place was never going to stop surprising him.

So, with his newfound managerial power, Cal was... doing almost the exact same thing as last week, sorting the good junk from the junk-junk, while also trying to get the bow tie off of BD-1 that he'd been wearing since prom.

"It's been three days, buddy. You don't need to be formal anymore."

"It will come off when it's supposed to!" BD beeped in reply.

The junkyard was open!

somethingwithturquoise

When Summer came into the bar that evening, Tino would not shut up about the kid he had with Tiny or the even more secret love child he'd had with Apu, and was threatening to show Summer pictures of them. She honestly wanted to call his bluff on the Apu kid, since Apu definitely didn't mention anything about a kid on Monday, but, then again, if it was a super secret love child...

...anyway, Summer decided that ignorance was definitely bliss, and decided to take a risk and inform Tino that she'd be happy to look at all his kid pictures from last week if she also got to show him hers.

She fluttered her eyelashes innocently at him as she held up her phone, almost like a brandished weapon ready to strike, and he looked back and seemed to be weighing a lot of things before muttering something and going back to cleaning glasses. And Summer, triumphant, went back to setting things up for herself as well.

Although so help her, she was actually kind of wondering now and kept wondering if she should, just to satiate that morbid curiosity after all....

Featured Cocktail
Froot Loops White Russian

Featured Jello
Gummy Bears
Double Stuffed Oreo
Cherry Coke
Uh-Oh Spaghetti-O's

Carits is open!

suitably_heroic

Most of the time, the portal lag wasn't so bad. You got used to it, going back and forth as much as Atton did. Except usually he didn't bounce around the same places this often in the same, relatively short timeframe. And now his head hurt.

He'd almost considered going to the Devil's Nest, before remembering that at his age, alcohol wasn't going to fix the pounding in his head. So he took a different turn and wound up... here.

To the place where no vegetables were allowed.

He stood inside, squinting up at the menu for entirely too long. "Look, can I just have something with grease on it? I don't care what. Just slather grease on a bun and give that to me if that's on the menu."

It was a day.

[[ open ]]

somethingwithturquoise

Cass and Bixby would be sticking with Summer today at the store while she took care of things; it seemed marginally safer to just have them poking at the shelves of T&C than it would be to have them poking around a bunch of medical equipment and people's personal medical histories. She was a little nervous that Apu might have gotten in octuplets back, but, since she hadn't received any panicked texts from him over the weekend, she figured they were in the clear. And, sure enough, coming in confirmed as much, as there were not eight little tiny Nahasapeemapedalons running around.

Just Apu being an absolute fucking weeb today, apparently.

She was, admittedly, a little disappointed to not see a little tiny panda cub running around the cheese section, because, um, adorable? But the kids seemed to find something to keep themselves occupied while she worked (Bixby mostly wanted to play with the turtle; Cass decided it was time to play A Million Questions about Cheese with the cheese panda), so Summer wasn't worried about not getting her crap done of the day, at least.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Glazed Spiral Ham
Rubber Eraser
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

suitably_heroic

Considering how Portalocity was, Atton usually preferred to stick to home until it felt like a good time to head back to the island for class. But, well, he still had some stuff to move home from the Hawk, and the end of the semester was coming up, next weekend was prom (with all the potential chaos that involved, and while he'd made sure he wouldn't have to worry about children, well, he still sometimes worried about children), and most importantly: he was an absolute coward and needed time to regroup after trying and failing to move himself to have Conversations last week.

So he'd just... jump in and out, maybe overnight it. Yeah.

Luckily, his Jedi Portalocity account was still active - maybe Mical hadn't dared to terminate it, so one quick portal later, and he found himself back at the Perk, sipping a chocolate macchiato and staring out the window. Well after noon, so that he'd at least find out quickly if there was something happening he needed to worry about.

"Really?" he muttered, as the preponderance of new tiny Force presences on the island finally registered. "Really, island?"

Right, if anyone stormed in calling him 'dad' he was out of here. Out. Of. Here.

[[ open! set late in the afternoon, so feel free to make Perk posts at an earlier hour if necessary ]]

somethingwithturquoise

Summer's Wednesdays before she went into the bar were pretty quiet. Stark had radio, so she didn't even need to kick him out so she could work on her jello, and it was her chill day to clean her place and hang out with her cat and waste a bunch of time on her phone, and when she commented on things, she was always pretty brutally honest, so nothing out of the ordinary there. So by the time she got to the bar, she definitely had no way of knowing that there was anything to be concerned with.

That was until, at some point, she handed Tino a glass to clean and he just looked at her and stated some sort of nonsense about how he really enjoyed working with her, actually.

And she stared at him for a moment and was about to ask him what he was trying to get out of her by pulling some kind of weird flattery game like that, only what came out of her mouth was, "I actually really like working with you, too? Like, I know I complain and give you shit all the time, but I like that you're this weird, stubborn, incomprehnsible entity that at least makes things more interesting in here."

It was when she realized that Tino looked as striken by all this as she felt that it clinked.

"Oh, fuck," she said, "it's making us be truthful, isn't it?"

Really, island? Really? On her barnight, too, huh? You absolute son of a bitch.

Now to decide if she just saved herself the trouble of having to warn everyone who came in by making a sign....

Featured Cocktail
Garden City

Featured Jello

Watermelon Mojito
Inside Out Reese's
Hibiscus Champagne
Meringue:
Lemon or Tuna

**DRINK AT YOUR OWN RISK**
The Island is Doing a TRUTH THING.
You've been warned!

What? She knew what kind of volatile shit she might be forced to say, she wasn't taking any chances she didn't have to!

Caritas is open!

somethingwithturquoise

At some point that morning, Summer's usual tasks were interrupted by Apu demanding her attention as a captive audience at the front counter so that he and the cheese panda could perform for her their very emotional and riveting and not at all ridiculous, really, interpretive dance that they'd choreographed to 'Total Eclipse of the Heart' in celebration of....well, the total eclipse going on later that day.

"You really couldn't have just stuck with, like, Dog Farting Awareness Day today or something, huh?" she asked.

But don't worry, everyone, if you missed the first performance, there were going to be several more throughout the day at the top of the hour, and Summer decided she was going to take extra time on her inventory this week.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Empanada
Churro
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

suitably_heroic

You know, Atton had spent a lot of time thinking about the whole concept of 'hiding that he wasn't from Earth' and how it related to his life in New York and how and if he might tell anyone and the various ways people could find out without his consent and-- all of that. And yet. Somehow. At no point. Had he considered that his incredibly weird bassist would just figure it out on his own.

('Well, first I thought you had to be an undercover vigilante, considering you keep showing up with bruises and cuts and won't explain why', Trent had said. 'Nevermind all the scars.'

'... Uh huh,' Atton had said.

'But then I realized sometimes you curse with words Google Translate doesn't know', Trent had continued.

'... Uh huh,' Atton had repeated.

'And then one day I heard you say 'space' instead of 'shit' and then it all made sense.'

Atton had not known where to start.)

The helicopter flight above the city had been nice, though. And then he'd come home and booked a portal back to Fandom because he definitely needed time to process... everything about that day, and now he was here, at the Perk, sipping a coffee, trying to make sense of his life.

Somehow, even the raccoon bursting in and doing a lap around his table before leaving through the back door seemed more explicable than whatever yesterday had been.

[[ open ]]

somethingwithturquoise

Tino kept disappearing into the back office at random intervals throughout the night to make a point, and Summer was going to just roll her eyes, remind him that she did give him, like, a ton extra of the tips for the night last week, and almost made the mistake of asking what he was even doing back there this week, anyway, but, thankfully, was quick enough to stop herself before traveling down that particular rabbit hole, especially since she could just tell he was waiting for someone to ask.

Please note, Summer would be very tempted to switch all your drinks out with Malört and the disgusting jello shot if she did catch you asking him. She didn't care if you were just being nice. That kind of behavior should not be encourage.

Featured Cocktail
Strawberry Basil Mojito

Featured Jello

Mango Boba Punch
Banana Pudding
Gin & Tonic
Deviled Eggs:
Regular and White Chocolate!

Caritas is open!

suitably_heroic

You know? It was unfair for the island to keep this pollen thing up into the weekend. Because yeah, Atton was still worried about bringing it home, and had, hence, spent the morning rerouting his portal through at least two other stops. Just in case.

But now all that was done, and there was nothing left but wait for the portal to arrive.

You know, all sprawled out on this bench in the park? Life didn't look too terrible right now. Whatever unscrewing of his brain (pun not intended) he'd managed on Wednesday, it had brought him some of that peace he'd thought he would've felt sooner. And while his body was still screaming for something else, something more, the rest of him just...

Yeah, sprawled a little.

He was eager to be home, he realized. Maybe starting to process a few things that had needed processing, shuffling closer to a complicated conclusion. But mostly he'd just like to go for another stupid hike, and write some more stupid music, and get some stupid take-out, and not worry about all the stupid stuff he stupidly worried about while he was here.

Yeah. Yeah, it was time to go home.

[[ open ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

It was an interesting week, and Sabine figured it had to be over soon, right? She did miss being able to think straight without the pollen fog getting in the way, which was also why she decided to take a walk and get some space. It was a small town, there was a decent chance she wouldn't run into anyone and this wasn't a terrible idea!

She walked a little, and lo and behold, there was the Waffle House back after a long absence. A beacon.

For some reason there was a parking lot in front of it. Why? Listen, everyone had bigger problems this week, it was fine. Especially since there were a couple folding tables set up with a bunch of ~~moddable~~ kinds of alcohol and mixers, because nothing said "sex pollen party" like a tailgate in a parking lot in front of a Waffle House. Also there was a padded area back a ways but still illuminated by the 'House? Surely that wouldn't come up later.

Sabine took a picture of the setup, planning on sending it to Lana in a "hey, remember when I used to stumble on these parties in the dorms?" sort of way, and who knew how it ended up getting sent to everyone in her contacts and then some. The Fandom phone system had a long and storied history of doing weird things.

{It's back! All are welcome! Feel free to have gotten the text, or you can just be drawn in by the shining light of the Waffle House, or also noise or whatever.

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suitably_heroic

You know, Atton had gone into yesterday extremely cranky and annoyed with the world, and he'd come out of it - pun not intended - having squared a few things with himself about sex pollen weeks past and present. And while the itch had definitely started to set in again, well, it was at least manageable for the moment.

Manageable by stuff like exercise.

The stupid thing was that he didn't really need to do this anymore, Atton reflected as he walked into the usual space for lightsaber training at Atlas. He'd told the Jedi where to stick it and he had no intention of going back, let alone running around abandoned caverns fighting stuff and doing flippy things, and... and yet, he was realizing, he was going to miss the running around doing flippy things and waving sticks around.

It felt good. It was also probably, maybe, a more rational explanation for why he didn't actually feel like he was 40 years old, physically. And you know what? He liked that part. If he could choose to do stupid things for stupid reasons, he could choose to do good things for good reasons. Yeah.

So... he set up. Without the lightsabers this time. Took off his jacket and his shoes. Rolled his shoulders.

And started his flippy-jumpy-punchy Jedi training routine.

[[ open! ]]

suitably_heroic

Atton had not had a great night, or a nice Wednesday, but he had promised Summer conciliatory milkshakes and yes, yes, he knew it was like a horrifically stupid idea but she'd been mad at him and then nice at him and--

Well. It wasn't like he was famous for his rational decisionmaking.

At least he got to Chilly Boulder early, so he could shove more ice cream into his stupid hormonal face to help distract him from everyone else's stupid hormonal whatever.

[[ expecting one, but open before her! ]]

somethingwithturquoise

So, this was Summer's first pollen week while single in three years, so she was thinking thigns could get a little interesting at her Caritas shift that evening.

Good interesting? Bad interesting?

(Even worse. not interesting at all??)

She had no idea, so she was trying not to think about it, or build up any expectations, to keep herself simultaneously prepared for everything and for nothing at all. Which left a pretty big, obnoxious knot in her stomach.

Although that could also just be from working in all-too-close proximity of Tino and the realization that, especially without the 'I have a boyfriend!' shield, that could theoretically happen tonight.

Yeah, okay, she was definitely going to just focus on making drinks and slinging jello and insisting this was an absolutely normal Wednesday night, until something started to look decidedly more advantageous for her.

Well, maybe with a little help from the specials tonight. What? She was nothing if not an opportunist.

Featured Cocktail
Kinky Blow Pop

Featured Jello
Red Headed Slut
Blowjob
Sex on the Beach
Slippery Nipple

Caritas is open!

suitably_heroic

You know, Atton had thought that - after telling Mical to piss off, and seeing Summer's future jello cart site, and getting drunk for the second time in the same month which had been a spectacularly bad idea - he'd feel relief. Some sense of control over his own life, finally. The fresh hope of a new life dawning for him.

Instead he'd spent two days in his bed in his apartment in New York staring at the ceiling. Sure, after that he'd gotten out - he'd had to, for band practice - and then there'd been that gig in Jersey Dane and Jill had set up, and things had slowly started to even out. Still.

Still, when he finally stepped through the portal and into Fandom and immediately got hit in the face with an island's worth of sexual... everything, he didn't find the energy to do more than sigh, and mutter, "Here we go again".

Then he'd beelined here, to the ice cream place, to buy "something extremely cold that doesn't taste like bantha poodoo", and now he was seated at one of the tables, methodically making his way through a large bowl. It was what he was going to focus on today. Yep. Just cold cream. And cold ice. And the mixture of both.

[[ open ]]

somethingwithturquoise

You know, Summer wasn't sure if it was a good sign or not that it took her as long as it did to realize that Tino was speaking exclusively in French that day. She was, however, determined to justify it with the reasoning that Tino didn't really speak much at all, and even when he did, she usually only paid half-attention, quite often for her own sanity.

But it did inspire her to do a quick change on what her featured cocktail for the evening was going to be, although it was too late to really make appropriate switches with the jello shots. That was fine, though. Leaning into it too much might make Tino think that she actually supported him doing weird things like this, which she categorically did not, for the record.

But, fuck if she didn't love a good theme.

Featured Cocktail
Blueberry French 75

Featured Jello
Pineapple Upside Down
Samoas
Blackberry Cosmopolitan
Kimchi

Caritas is open!

somethingwithturquoise

Sunday morning, Summer had woken up on the couch of an apartment she didn't recognize, wearing a shirt that had not been the one she'd left her apartment in, but she was thinking she looked hella cute in it, so she really hoped that whoever it belonged to didn't want it back. Thankfully, no one else in the apartment, who she slowly started to remember as the pieces of her barhopping started to come back together, cared to claim it, so it was hers now, and she was half tempted to just ask the guy passing her a joint, for a little official St. Patrick's Day greenery to get them started, to marry her, and it probably didn't take a huge stretch of the imagination to guess that things sort of followed suit much like they had the previous evening, clearly not caring that it was a Sunday, except maybe to drop in on a Sunday mass while they were high to show St. Patrick even further respects/blasphemy.

When Summer came into the store a little later that morning than usual, she was not, at least, wearing that same shirt as yesterday, but she was practically clinging to her Stanley full of iced coffee like she'd just snagged it off the shelf at a Target release. And she supposed she could poke at some orders, but somehow going into the aisles for inventory just seemed like a bad idea. Moving in general seemed like a bad idea.

She did remember, this time, for once, that she could probably just go to Stark to take care of the hangover; he was even at the clinic today, it would literally be his job. But she'd feel kind of bad about it, and she'd be fine by Tuesday, and she'd just take care of her stuff at the store then after she hit up the gym.

Besides, taking alcohol-influenced naps at the counter at Turtle & Canary was practically a time-honored tradition for the owners of this place, right? Right.

But, hey, at least the Squishy machineg got fixed before Amaya flitted off to Europe. Yaaaay?

Today's Squishy Flavors
Lacy Oatmeal Cookie
Sloppy Joe
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

suitably_heroic

Atton hadn't been this hungover in a long time. He'd mostly stopped drinking about eight years ago, and he felt it. The morning had been spent in his hotel bed with the lights out, and so had half the afternoon.

By three some sense of humanity had been restored in him, enough to check his phone and find five worried texts from his roommate, two angry ones from his drummer, and a cheerful inquiry about a planned record store trip from her brother. He didn't know how to answer them all, so he got up, picked up some dirt-cheap coffee at Mooby's, and let his feet carry him.

As always, they carried him here, overlooking the water. For once, he felt light, if moderately embarrassed and worried Summer might remember more of the last hour of the night than he did.

He sipped his coffee and looked out at the mainland. Processing, but not in a bad way.

( open )

somethingwithturquoise

Having St. Patrick's Day being on a Sunday this year was pretty much the dumbest thing ever, if only because it put Summer in an awkward spot of still feeling like it was too early to really celebrate it, but, at the same time, even though it was technically closer, doing in next week after it had passed was marginally cringier than doing it 'too early.' So she was figuring a soft St. Paddy's might be the thing, where she didn't go all out, and just switched her pink tank top for a green one tonight, maybe put up a few strings of paper shamrocks, and did subtle nudges toward the holiday with her specials.

Of course, by the time she got into the bar, Tino had made the place already look like a glitter leprechaun on acid had thrown up all over the bar, and she asked herself why she'd even bothered thinking he wouldn't.

She was getting the duct tape ready, though, because the zombies were occasionally trying to do some Irish step dancing on the stage in the quieter moments, and that did not bode well for the state their legs remaining attached to their hips.

Featured Cocktail
Pot O Gold

Featured Shots
Shamrock Shake
End of the Rainbow
Snakebyte
Corned Beef and Cabbage

Caritas is open!

suitably_heroic

It had been... something. Atton's portal was leaving late tonight and he couldn't wait to get back to New York. Something had crept into his bones over the course of the trip that he hadn't quite managed to shake, and it was still sitting there right now, itching at the back of his neck.

Like a bad feeling, maybe?

But yelling at the Portalocity gnomes hadn't actually moved his portal up the schedule in any noteworthy capacity. Sitting in the hotel room hadn't helped with his antsiness, nor had taking a walk, and so grudgingly he had finally grabbed his lightsabers and headed out here.

They were still clipped to his belt right now. He'd gotten a little distracted by the flamingos. Weird freaking creatures that they were. So he stopped by the pond for a moment or two, just to watch.

He'd get to his katas in a second.

[[ expecting one, but open before he arrives ]]

somethingwithturquoise

Summer was always just a little worried, after coming back from a school trip, about what kind of Tino she would be getting on Wednesday, but if anyone was worried that the kind of Tino would be a normal and not terrible one, they could rest assured that he was just as weird and awful as ever.

But this time, it was in a way that Summer almost respected, because it was clearly tapping from her wheelhouse. And she wasn't going to admit that she found it fascinating and intriguing, but there was a part of her that felt...well...almost a little proud?

Because today, Tino was putting sausages on the ends of various bottles of whiskey and proudly showing her how they could now function as jiggers, so if you poured a shot, you poured it through the sausage to infuse said whiskey with a nice hint of sausage.

Don't get her wrong; it was terrible. But it was the kind of terrible that she almost wish she'd have thought of it herself.

Featured Cocktail
The Lion & the Lamb

Featured Jello
March Madness
Thin Mint
Ruby Red Grapefruit
Guacamole

Caritas is open!

somethingwithturquoise

After two weeks off, Summer was actually looking forward to getting back behind the bar at Cartias again, especially since, well, next week, with the school trip, she'd be off again, and that made her almost wonder if she should take this week off, too, just to make it a good solid month. But, no, she was here, and she was glad to be here, even if Tino kept pretending like he didn't know who she was, acting like she was brand new, trying to teach her all the basics.

Excuse her while she rolled her eyes straight out of their sockets. Just because you didn't have a life and literally just came to work at this bar every single day didn't mean Summer was bound to it, too, Tino. Don't be jealous just because you didn't have cool excuses to skip out on your job all the time.

Featured Cocktail
Dark Side of the Moontini

Featured Shots
Berry Sour Apple Stars
Cheesecake Stuffed Strawberries
Under-the-Sea
Rocket Pop

Caritas is open!

suitably_heroic

It had taken Atton frankly incredible effort, but he'd dragged himself out to his portal in the morning, but he had done it, and he deserved a prize. That prize, a massive sugary hot chocolate, now sat before him at the Perk.

It had whipped cream on it. Quite a lot.

Some of this was now on his nose.

"I still hate this island," Atton sighed. "This is all its fault, somehow."

You had napkins, moron.

[[ open ]]

somethingwithturquoise

When Summer came in that evening and saw Tino with a clipboard, she was immediately wary, and then almost disappointed, to find out that he was just taking bets for Groundhog's Day. At first, she was tempted to decry that as an absolutely ridiculous thing to bet on, but then she got to realizing that you had about a fifty/fifty chance of a payout, so you know what? Sure. She'd put 50 down on the weird little rodent not having an identity crisis just because he saw his shadow, which somehow then translated into a determination of the weather.

Later, when she was looking over the results out of curiosity while Tino went to use the bathroom, she just had to blink and stare at the one vote outside of the expected sees his shadow/doesn't see his shadow margins.

"Why the fuck," she said, clearly to no one in particular, "is the groundhog just explodes even an option?"

More importantly, if she'd have known it was an option, would she have had a different vote??

Featured Cocktail
Brandy Alexander

Featured Jello Shots
Brandy Alexander
Arnold Palmer
Tom Collins
Bloody Mary

Caritas is open!

somethingwithturquoise

Summer was eying the stage at the bar a little skeptically when she came in, feeling like after yesterday, most people had probably had their fill of singing, but, at the same time, these days, hardly anyone but Atton even got up there, so she was pretty sure that actually most people had their fill of singing in general, compulsory performances notwithstanding.

These contemplations were also mostly just to give herself something to focus on, as Tino kept trying to show her a video on her phone of all the songs that he, Tiny, and Apu had together yesterday.

"Stop that, Tino," she finally said, irritably, "no one actually believes you three hang out. I'm pretty sure that would cause some kind of cataclysmic world-ending event."

To which Tino preened and Summer had to remind him that that was not a compliment.

Featured Cocktail
Sex on a Snowbank

Featured Jello
Mermaids
Pudding Cupcakes
Pool Party
Meatloaf with Ketchup Meringue

Caritas is open!

suitably_heroic

Things had been set in motion. For better or for worse. After years of living on a Jedi Order-granted temporary fake ID, Atton had shelled out to get a proper one. For Jack Rand, the New Yorker who may have had some roots in Toronto, and not for any of the legions of aliases he'd used in the past decade.

It cost him a fair bit of his own money, but that was fine. Atton had a fund for this, cobbled together from years of extra-Order activity, and he had plenty left. But the squirrely gnome in the dark corner of the Portalocity office had given him a look, and asked him four times if he was sure, so... well. This clearly hadn't been an everyday exchange.

Still, as Atton stepped out of the building and took a deep breath, it felt like a weight was dropping from his shoulders. Soon, he'd be someone, complete with records and birth certificates and cynicism and everything you needed to be a functioning American citizen. He wouldn't have to run everything through the Order anymore.

(Mical was probably going to call him about that.)

Another breath. Enjoy the lightness. And--

"It feels so good to kill the thing that stood between the truth and I
Make it fast and make it clean and let the blood run down
No more with the long goodbye
Can't stand another tear
Won't wait for the bell to toll
Straight on for the days ahead
Straight on for the days ahead
Straight on for the days ahead."

He... blinked.

"Weird." A pause. "Oh. The island's doing a bit."

Well, as long as it stuck to singing, he'd live.

[[ open ]]

somethingwithturquoise

Every so often, Summer came into the bar, and there was nothing strange or unusual going on at all. The zombies were in a good order and not in any need of any patch-ups, Tino was doing his actual job in a way that wasn't disturbing or concerning, the mechanical bull wasn't on the fritz, and there was nothing of note as far as weird decorations or anything like that going on.

And sometimes, that worried Summer, making her think that something was really wrong, underneath the surface, but you know what? This year, she was just going to resolve to appreciate these kinds of days for what they were and embrace them with a sort of zen appreciation, that--

"Oh GOD!"

Her thoughts had spoken too soon, as she turned around to find Tino there, pulling up his shirt to show her a wound on his torso with an insane amount of pride over the color that it was that it definitely should not be.

"Uhhhhh, Tino, I think that is definitely infected and you should probably go get that checked out at the clinic and for the love of god, put your shirt down, I'm not even sure you being here right now with that is within health code. Where do we keep the spare bandages for the zombies, because you need to cover that up, dude."

Featured Cocktail
Pink Angel

Featured Jello
Cherries and Cream
Watermelon Mint Julep
Pink Lemonade
Tomato Shirmp

Caritas is open!

heroic_jawline

Well, the ballroom was once again done up for a grand get-together with a distinctly winter and holidays theme: trees and greenery and candles and (non-sentient) ribbons on things. Because Tony didn't know how to not go overboard, there was one massively oversized tree and a brand new chandelier over the dance floor to continue with a wintry feel.

The trees were covering the normal rotation of wall art that kids sent to the Avengers, but the smaller trees around the ballroom had handmade ornaments sent from around the world and contained at least two depictions of Thor flying Santa around using his hammer. Because it was the holidays! Everyone wanted Thor to fly them around for the holidays, right?

There was holiday music in a variety of languages playing over the entirely too complicated sound system when the gremlin choir that Steve, at least, didn't remember inviting wasn't singing on the stage. The food was catered and abundant (though missing jelly doughnuts. After yesterday, Tony and Steve had declared themselves doughnuted out, however temporarily), your hosts were suitably attired, and there wasn't a bathtub filled with hooch to be found anywhere.

Welcome to the holiday party, everyone! Enjoy yourselves.

somethingwithturquoise

With all the candles everywhere, Tino had turned down the lights of the bar so that it was mostly relying on their surprisingly bright but incredibly atmospheric light scattered around the bar and the lounge in strategic ways, and the zombie band was mostly playing some low-key jazzy versions of Christmas classics, and you know what? Summer didn't hate it? It was actually kind of nice, really? And sort of made her wish she'd worn something a bit more sleek or slinky into work that day, and she was pretty sure it was going to potentially lead her down the path to talking in a sort of transatlantic accent like she was in some sort of old movie or something.

Until she noticed that Tino was doing the accent already, and that just kind of ruined it for her. Oh well. That would have been a really exhausting bit to maintain all night, anyway.

Featured Cocktail
Brown Sugar & Cinnamon White Russian

Featured Jello
Gingersnap Eggnog
Santa Hats
Holly Jolly Fireball
Christmas Champagne

Caritas is open!

somethingwithturquoise

Blame it on the horses. Blame it on her class earlier that day. But Summer was spending an awful lot of time musing over how convenient a Tino-specific shrink ray might be, almost to the point where she was contemplating texting her ex to see if he might be able to hook her up with something like that.

It wasn't even as if he was doing anything particular terrible or annoying that evening, either. She was just...thinking it. But...really....could anyone blame her?

Featured Cocktail
Pomegranate Sparkler

Featured Jello
Red Velvet Cupcake
Orange Gingerbread
Candy Cane Martini
Gravy

Caritas is open!

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