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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!

special_rabbit

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!

betterthanaplan

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?"

intraspective

"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!

betterthanaplan

"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."

throughaphase

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

somethingwithturquoise

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!

somethingwithturquoise

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!

sith_said

"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!

intraspective

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.

texted3times

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!]

intraspective

"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!

intraspective

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!

hatesparadise

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!]

crimson_sister

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!]

intraspective

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!

intraspective

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!

texted3times

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!]

intraspective

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!

intraspective

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!

intraspective

Usually, usually there was time in the store to do her own thing, at her own pace, and Iris appreciated that.

Today was not one of those days.

Mother's Day being that weekend and all, she got it, but it did mean that she was busy. Too busy to really think about anything other than what the next order was and who needed help and who was next in line (some people were savage about trying to cut). It really left her with hardly any time to keep an eye out for shoplifters.

Not that any tried but it was the principal of the thing.

And it let Silly feel useful as she gave him strict orders to watch for thieves as he bumbled about the store, the smallest, silliest security guard ever.

Pick Your Poison is Open!

intraspective

"Where've I been?" Iris asked, bemused at the outraged customer's question. "I were home, with my husbands."

Technically, she'd only been spending time with one of them, since Zack was doing his freelance… thing… but, hey, at least she'd gotten him back on Gaia.

The customer was unimpressed about how little time she'd left for people looking to buy Mother's Day gifts.

"I mean, I weren't really plannin' on—"

And… off the customer went, again, ranting about how inconsiderate she was.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" Iris wondered, unperturbed as she went about checking her stock and what needed to be replaced. It was honestly pretty funny, since she didn't care at all. "Ain't you just wastin' more time now?"

Pick Your Poison is Open!

outofherdepths

The busboy sauntered into the dining room today, late for his shift, wearing a designer suit and carrying a briefcase. "I just want you all to know that it's been lovely working with you," he announced from the center of the dining room. "But - as you may have noticed from the lack of turnips, I completed a deal and sold them all." He pulled his sunglasses down and winked. "At a significant profit."

"Oh yeah?" the dishwasher asked. "How much."

"Five hundred thousand dollars," the busboy declared. Smugly. He pulled out his phone to show the transaction. The cook looked impressed. Surprised, but impressed. The dishwasher looked skeptical. "Needless to say, I'm handing in my notice today," he continued. The wide world of finance is calling my name and--"

"Wait, is this in dollars or won?" the dishwasher interrupted, staring at the phone. "Because it looks like you sold them for five hundred thousand won, not dollars."

"Really?!" The busboy hurried over, snatching his phone back and staring down at it, rehearsed speech forgotten. "Well. Okay. Won. But South Korea is a thriving economic powerhouse, so I'm sure the exchange rate is--"

"About $400," the dishwasher said calmly, turning back to the sink. "Give or take about twenty bucks."

"Oh noes." The busboy looked down at his suit, his watch, his briefcase. "I am never gonna financially recover from this."

Cook just tossed him an apron. "Table three needs clearing. And bring that lady her noodles and cake."

Today's Specials
Shattered Hopes
Bitter Ashes of Dreams
Cake

[No OCD]

special_rabbit

Business-wise, this last semester had been a pretty quiet one for Amaya, which was always a little worrisome for her, because she always had an eye on the books and sometimes wondered if it was time to move on to somewhere a bit more prosperous, as much as she'd grown to like this odd little island town. But that also meant that Amaya had had loads of time for side projects, which meant that her current weapon inventory was looking pretty bloated. A sword here, an axe there, a steam-powered spinning rotating chainsaw at the other end of a halberd...these things added up remarkably quick! And, with this being the break between semesters, she decided to sort through some of it and try to make a little more room in the shop before the summer got going.

So out came the wood and the saws and the hammers as Amaya put together another sandwich board to put out in the street beside the open door and wide open front window:

End-of-Semester Blow-Out Sale!
STOCK UP FOR THE SUMMER!
50% off ~~All~~ MOST current weapons stock!
--or!--
75% off current weapons stock with any additional custom order

This week and next!

And Amaya nodded with satisfaction at the sign after she set it out, and then went back into the shop to go....make more weapons.

The Forge is open!

somethingwithturquoise

You know, Summer hadn't come in to work last Monday to try and avoid a situation like this one, but, hey. Fandom gonna Fandom, she supposed, because when she came into the store that morning, she discovered the place was pretty much overrun with celery.

Like, not even a good vegetable. Just...celery.

So much celery, and, of course, there was no record of anyone having put in an order for so much celery, it just...showed up, and now Summer was wondering if she should go poke at Duke a little to work out some sort of deal with Luke's for days like this. They at least had a higher chance of being able to use it in something than just trying to sell it as is.

But she was getting a good idea for a nice jello salad she could make for Steeeeeeve that would take care of a little bit of it.

Welcome to Turtle & Canary!
Celery Special! Today Only!
Free Bunch of Celery with Each Purchase!

Today's Squishy Flavors
Peanut Butter
Cream Cheese
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

[[ and 100% inspired by an order I got the other day that was literally just 12 bunches of celery. That was it. That was the order. 12 bunches of celery. Who the fuck needs that much celery? And ONLY that much celery??? ]]

intraspective

It was literally a week before Christmas and that meant that Iris' shop was bustling today, leaving her running between helping customers find The Perfect Gift – Last Minute Edition and checking them out with their purchases so that they'd leave, happy, and she'd have a moment's respite to breathe, swig tea, and then dive back into the fray.

She honestly didn't mind.

Time flew past, frenzied and disheveled, and it her few moments of peace she was left to consider what she needed to restock and what, really, she had the time to restock with before the holiday hit…

Pick Your Poison is Open!

[And OCD free!]

intraspective

Christmas was… not… really her holiday.

And Iris was suspiciously eyeing everything today until she decided that whatever was weird it wasn't in her store or her lab and therefore she was going to operate as if nothing was weird.

… Except the customers who stomped in all proclaiming just how absolutely, wonderfully, marvelous they all were and expecting the sort of service that President Shinra might be used to but that, as a Turk, Iris got out of most of that.

Only the fact that she loved the smell of peppermint and vanilla and cloves and that there was a new Taylor Swift song—it was even about the holiday; no one could complain about her blaring it on gleeful repeat for the whole day and singing along when she wasn't dealing with special, special customers—kept her in a cheerful mood.

And, yeah. Definitely not going outside.

Pick Your Poison is Open!

[And OCD free!]

intraspective

"If I ain't seein' 'em in my lab," Iris said to Silly, "then I ain't got to worry 'bout anythin'."

Silly chirped solemnly back at her.

She peered over the counter at the adorable little horses playing around—she'd gotten marzipan from them earlier, from their appreciation, or something, of her greenhouse; Iris hoped they only ate things that wouldn't hurt them—and sighed.

Then smiled.

"They're pretty cute," she admitted as Silly bumbled down to see if they'd prance about with him in the mix.

And if she didn't think too hard about any potential contamination of her work, well… she was just going to keep not thinking about that. "I ain't gonna be kickin' 'em out."

It wasn't like they were hurting anything, playing around on the brightly painted floor while she put new stock out on the shelves, filling the air with the scent of mint and gingerbread.

Pick Your Poison is Open!

[And OCD free!]

throughaphase

Kitty loved the smiling polar bears that gave out Coke. The problem was, now she had a lot of Coke at home.

Apparently Tino loved the bears too, because there was also a lot of Coke at the bar.

"Oh no, this all backfired," Kitty realized.

SPECIALS
COKE-BASED DRINKS
(The soda, not the other one)

[Open!]

texted3times

Eric (and Tiny. Mostly Tiny) were putting signs up all over town to announce a holiday party for the adults tomorrow:

DECEMBER MEANS GETTING DRUNK AND CALLING IT FESTIVE SOOOOO....

Holiday-of-your-choice Party at Devil's Nest
Tomorrow Night
Free Drinks*
Free Food*
Festive Attire NOT REQUIRED!*
SMALL ANNOYING HIGH SCHOOLERS ARE NOT GETTING SERVED ALCOHOL*

*many exceptions apply. If you order something especially stupid, we'll charge double.
*this is actually true.
*unless it's a really inappropriate Christmas sweater.
*there are no exceptions to this.

[OOC: Come chat at Eric if you'd like!]

intraspective

Days like this were lonely.

Iris had gotten used to it, over the years, but that didn't really make her like it any better. It ached a bit more now that she had a set of memories where she hadn't been nearly so alone or so lonely for so long.

It was cold and she hated the cold, but it wasn't too cold, so she wandered through quiet streets, looking in the windows of closed shops, before she wound up at the beach, watching over the waters that were huge and loud and quiet too, somehow, all at the same time.

Like a voiceless scream of rage that was paradoxically content all at once.

She wasn't sure if she liked it, on a day like today, but she lingered by the water, walking along it, Silly bobbling around her head, sometimes bumbling down to peck at a shiny thing before coming back up rest a while on her shoulders, fluffing himself up against her scarf.

[Open beach is open, of course, should anyone be around.]

intraspective

"No, I ain't gonna do that," Iris said, not looking up from the delicate seal work she was doing in preparation for a special order for a different customer. "It ain't even goin' to work, I'm tellin' you that right now. Your bad cookin' ain't goin' be fixed by my makin' a perfume that smells like Thanksgivin' dinner. I could do it, but ain't no one really want to smell like gravy, sweet potatoes, and turkey, don't even try."

The irate customer ranted at her about it; she didn't really listen.

"And marshmallows," she added, "some of you lot do that to your poor potatoes too, don't you? I ain't makin' no perfume or room spray or soap or bubble bath or anythin' that smells like all of that and the door's that way."

A beat.

"And, seriously, there are 'bout a million food orderin' services these days. One of 'em ought to suit your needs better than a terrible, horrible disguise. Out."

The customer stormed out.

Pick Your Poison is Open!

[And OCD free!]

sake_shinigami

Day Two had been quite a bit more eventful than Day One in Shunsui's absrud little onsen notion, so he was interested to see what Day Three would bring him, other than perhaps a few questioning looks from the staff that had realized he had, indeed, been there three days in a row. But now he had something to look forward to on Day Four, when those looks were likely to get even a little more baffled and maybe even a little concerned.

It was, however, at this point, lowering himself into the water again and getting comfortable with his sake jug and its little cups close at hand, that he realized he didn't actually know when Octavia-chan's appointment for her tattoo even was. For all he knew, he could be doing this for a while. But, as far as Big Stupid Gestures went, this was incredibly simple and effortless, which made it the best kind of Big Stupid Gesture, as far as he was concerned.

Now, if only he could think of a situation where he could make the promise to just do nothing but sleep for a week...

Ahh, but a man could dream! And this man was likely to be doing just that in a short while after getting wonderfully comfortable and relaxed.

And he never did bother messaging Apu-san back. If whatever it was at the store was still an issue, Janet-chan seemed a very capable girl, it would be good for her to have the experience...

[[ yes, he just lives in the onsen now. and it's very much open ]]

spin_kick_snap

Kathy had thought she was doing the smart thing by coming in to check on the store the day before Halloween. She and the island on Halloween did not mix.

It knew what it did.

But she had stock to check and accounts to balance before the end of the month. And so she figured she'd pop in for a few hours the day before, then not think about the island at all until November had safely arrived.

Instead, she'd gotten to the island and realized that, yeah, the island and Halloween still had it out for her. The first clown that had attacked her had gotten a good swipe in before Ronin had knocked it down with a growl and a nasty bite to the clown's hamstring. The rest, she'd left as orange smears and vanishing bodies as she made her way to Dite's.

The last one had gotten clubbed to death by a giant, double-headed dildo right in the doorway of her store. So she was going to put the inventory and accounting on hold until she finished sluicing off the glass door and front stoop.

Fucking island.

[OCD free]

throughaphase

Kitty would absolutely admit that after seeing herself in the mirror this morning, she wasn't in a hurry to look at herself again until tomorrow.

Tino however had taken it to a new level, covering anything even potentially reflective with a tablecloth. When Kitty came in, he was even trying to cover the glasses with napkins, at which point Kitty suggested he just go home.

She was leaving the tablecloths up tonight, though. You never knew.

[Open!]

howareyanow

The island may have been doin' its best to throw a lot of odd stuff into the mix on account of the holiday, some of them a bit creepy, most of it sort of on the side of whimsy, almost all of it stuff Wayne was steadfastly trying to ignore as best he could, like most things when the island was being a bit fruity-loops.

But what he unearthed when he was busy going through some of the scrap in the scrapyard, looking for useful bits and mebbe moving a few things from here to here, was decidedly one of the most disturbing things he'd come across yet.

It was really no wonder why someone wanted to scrap it, but, it being so close to Halloween and all, Wayne was sort of wondering if he should be worried about being cursed if he decided to destroy it like he really felt he should. Or, fuck, even just fer lookin' at it...

...and the real kicker was that it would look right back....

Syndulla Scrap is open!

[[and

bookbeltof_love is not allowed to talk to me anymore.]]

unusual_sith

The day was nice, so after her library shift, Lana headed to the Perk to get some coffee and sit at a table enjoying the sunlight and breeze. Weather like this was one thing Fandom had over Dromund Kaas or Korriban.

Also, this week there were fewer things trying to kill her, which was a nice change.

So she'd just sit here, reading on her phone, having a calm and caffeinated day.

[Open post!]

sharp_man

Radio had told Hannibal two things: that the current bout of insanity seemed to be over, and that last week had been traumatizing. So, he was back in his office today, waiting for the inevitable lack of people admitting they were traumatized.

And still working on the financial and legal complications that were living in a dimension he had never been born in. Fortunately, it wasn't the strangest thing Jono's world had seen.

Fandom Counseling was open, if anybody wanted to stop in!

what_the_shock

It was a pretty normal week - or at least, nothing was trying to kill them yet - so Miguel was going to take advantage of it.

Mostly by going out, getting a very large black coffee, and planting himself at the coffee shop with a plan to do mostly the same all day. Coffee, more coffee, and dicking about on his phone.

This place was supposed to be his low-key retreat.

[Open post!]

intraspective

Iris was mostly taking the whole pixelated thing in stride. It was weird, but it was a pretty harmless weird, and Silly looked adorable as a tiny pixel bird. Sorting out her shop, on the other hand, was an exercise in confusion since most of her stock was just…

Mushrooms?

If anyone came in and bought anything this week, it was coming with a disclaimer that she had no idea what she was selling them. (Though she was amused by the poisoned mushrooms that had shown up in the corner of Shame.)

And then there was her greenhouse.

Her poor, poor greenhouse had suffered a lot this summer already. Now, she couldn't really call what had happened to it this week suffering, exactly, but she also couldn't do much with all the red and bitey plants or the weird beanstalk ones.

(Iris was sort of hoping she got to keep one or two of the bitey plants though; she was always down for more weird plants.)

As for the beanstalks…

Well. Obviously, right, the only thing to do was to climb them.

Which was how Iris had found herself up on a suspiciously solid set of clouds, staring at the floating gold coins just waiting up here for her, and then leaning over to peer down at everything below.

… Huh. Okay. Now the question was, would each of her beanstalks lead her to more money? Would she get to keep the money?

Pick Your Poison is… Open…? Ish?

[But obvs the post is entirely open!]

intraspective

Honestly, by this time, there was no point in denying that Iris had the new Taylor Swift CD on preorder or that as soon as each song came out, she had to listen to it. 'ME!' had been a lot of fun (the cat daughters still made her laugh) and 'You Need To Calm Down' hadn't really been her sort of song, but she got how important it was to a lot of folks and it was an awful lot of fun to sing…

But 'The Archer' had just come out and Iris was back to mulling over how, time and time again, somehow Taylor Swift just seemed to know how her and Zack's relationship was going?

It was honestly kind of eerie.

Which wasn't going to stop her from wandering through the park—carefully, since she'd gone through two rifts that morning—but and singing softly along to it, "I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost…

"The room is on fire
Invisible smoke
And all of my heroes
Die all alone
Help me hold onto you…"

It really was eerie. And gorgeous. And left her feeling a bit sad.

[Why yes, yes this IS me writing a post around a song that came out literally two hours ago, shush. And go listen to it, it's amazing, I'm not biased AT ALL HONEST. :D Also post open!]

uncertain_dume

So, last week had been... a thing, for sure. Kanan had kept his Wednesday free then in order to tend the bar for Summer for her birthday, but that had kind of fallen through. As things do when the birthday girl is turning into a violent monster and it's already bad enough that she's contemplating eating her cat.

This week seemed much better for it, even if the decorations left a little something to be desired in the color department. Kanan had still brought in a banner that said 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY' on it, and one of those cheap plastic tiaras with 'Birthday Girl' across the top in sparkly lettering, so he figured he had done his part, here. He'd set the banner up in the lounge area, and was holding on to the tiara for Summer's arrival.

Hell, he'd even gone out of his way to make certain the drink specials were on point.

Today's Drink Special:
Mystery Jello Shots! First Round Free For Partygoers!
Look, all I know is that they wiggle and have alcohol in them.

They weren't much, but hey, Kanan was still mostly just proud he'd figured out Jello.

[OOC: PARTY PARTY! Or just come to hang out at the bar on a Wednesday. Either/or.]

bookbeltof_love

It was a beautiful day outside!

Nina's explorations hadn't yielded anything strange or bitey or dangerous that wasn't usually strange or bitey or dangerous around the island, when it wasn't messing around with their locations, and she'd sent out an email, on Friday, after all that meant now that it was definitely looking really great for the week?

ONSEN PARTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What was that? Island-wide texts were obnoxious?

Well, like, whatever, the water was great! The sky was back! There was no possible way a party like this could go wrong, right?

… Right?

Well, it wouldn't go wrong today, anyway!

[~~Please to be waiting for the~~ OCD is up, up, and away! And yes, yes that text hit up everyone.]

hashtag_chocobro

Prompto had sort of been on the edge of his veritable seat with anticipation for Thursday to get here, especially since he didn't know when this whole 'talking animal' things might wear off. And, sure, he had a key, he could have come in at any time, but he knew the moment he came into the shelter, he would not want to leave for anything.

"Ohmygod," he gushed, "I am not going to survive this. Ohmygod, please tell me more."

Who thought hearing the samesame puppy about chasing his own tail a million times would somehow manage to get better with each and every telling, especially since that particular puppy was wont to show Prompto all about said tail chasing? And then there was the one who bragged that he actually had caught his tail, once, and the bright chorus of disbelief and tackles that followed almost did him in entirely.

Every so often, the vet had to come over and poke him and remind him that there was work that needed to be done, and he'd go and snap out of his swoon long enough to take care of it, and then he'd hop right back in the puppy pen to all their bright eagerness to see him again and tell him this new story, which was pretty much an old story he'd heard maybe an hour ago, but he didn't mind at all, they were just so stinkin' cute, and he wondered if it would violate the agreement if he just took every single one of them by the armful and filled the new Club House with every single one of them. Wall to wall puppies, telling stories about eating bugs and how great everything was.

Maybe he'd died. Prompto would totally be down with the idea that he had died, and this was actual heaven right now.

Well. Except for maybe that gerbil...

Furnado is open!

puppy_fair

Zack had been maybe a little leery of coming in to the shelter today, but to his relief, all of the birds and fish had returned to their usual health, there was no longer a bomb shelter in the basement, the upstairs was, in fact, an apartment, and the chickens on the roof weren't dinosaurs!

But...

"Once I get into my ball again, I'll destroy you alllllll!"

... Zack was learning Some Things about the disposition of Mr. Winkles, his gerbil.

"Really," Girl sighed, giving a small whuff of disapproval as she leaned against Zack's leg in support, "don't listen to him, Zack. He's always like this."

"He is?"

"It's the desperate rambling of a pea-sized, insecure mind."

"Should've taken control of the world when I had the chance!!"

"When did he have the chance!?"

"Never, Zack. He's a gerbil."

It was going to be an interesting week.

[OOC: Open!]

intraspective

Honestly, the fact that her lab was pristine and hi-tech while her shop was absolute trash—Iris was not selling anything to anyone who wanted bathing supplies this week; everything was poisonous, which didn't bother her—and then looking outside…

At that green sky…

It just left her feeling a bit homesick.

Iris, dressed in her uniform, clambered outside to sit on her rusty, unsafe roof to look at the sky and kill any monster that came near her.

It was like Midgar's slums, just without the plate in the way. Maybe it shouldn't, but it felt like home.

[Open post, of course!]

myownface

Sparkle was kind of humming to himself as he settled in for a day at work. It was nice to not have to look after the running of the place anymore, even if he hadn't actually seen Iris since she'd gotten back (and hey, for all he knew, the LUSH fairies had managed to get their hands on her recipes or something), and spending a day sitting behind the counter, just contemplating soap seemed right about his speed.

Hopefully Iris (or the LUSH fairies, whichever) wouldn't mind that he'd skipped work last week. He'd been a vampire before. Twice. He really had no interest in repeating the experience.

[OOC: Open!]

intraspective

Re-stocking was coming along quite nicely, though it was weird to do that and consider it both routine and rather new. Even just reading her notes felt novel as she deciphered her own codes and shorthand and compared it to her other shorthand.

(That, in and of itself, was an interesting exercise.)

One really, really unabashedly nice thing about being on the island, though, wasn't anything important. It also wasn't anything she couldn't do without.

But it was an awful lot of fun to crank the music in her store and belt along to it as she worked. No need to worry about anyone else's eardrums here.

"I promise that you'll never find another like ME!"

Yeah, that was pretty great.

Pick Your Poison is Open!

biotic_psychotic

It was weird to not be teaching this afternoon. She'd enjoyed her routine and the sudden unscheduled time in her day annoyed her.

Jack once again moseyed on down to the Perk. Collecting a carafe of black coffee and a mug, she parked her ass in one of the comfy chairs with a table next to it, turning the chair so her back was to a solid wall. Pulled out a tablet and began working the strategy game again. Her score was improving. She was a little pissed off at the top score being Kaidan's from the five minutes he'd taken to look over the game and give his opinion of it but it gave her a goal to work toward.

She was going to drink that entire carafe of coffee while she was here, because exactly what the island needed on a Monday afternoon was a Jack who could see through time.

[Perk is Open and Jack's working on .. a lot of coffee. You have been warned :D]

somethingwithturquoise

Summer was at the main register today, for the most part, though her attention was almost entirely on her laptop, frowning and rubbing her chin a little as she found herself pretty much balls-deep in some budgeting. Even if she were to find a ship that was cheap as dirt, it would still be a clunker, there'd still be the cost of parts, and she had enough, but it was going to be a huge dip in what she'd saved up, and, God, money was so stupid, budgeting for a ship and retail space in space really highlighted that, but she had to remind herself that currency and credits made way more sense than paying for everything with pills, and it was arguably still a step-up from just raiding the land and taking everything and/or fighting in a big giant ~~Thunder~~ Blood Dome for resources.

...or glitter. If only she could pay for things in glitter, she realized, glancing back at the tower of boxes of the stuff from the order she'd put in to prepare for newbie week.

And then she glanced at Apu, and the worried look on his face as he, too, glanced at them.

"...what?" she asked. "You do think we ordered enough, right?"

Apu's eyes climbed up...and up...and up the tower of boxes.

"We shall see," he said.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Grape
Shrimp Scampi
Red

Today's Jello Flavor
Jello with Shrimp Frosting

Yes. You read that right.

Shrimp frosting.

Turtle & Canary is open!

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