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And another week of Harley flitting in and out of her life, answering precious little in the way of questions...

To make things more irritating, the sting under her ribs was being a lot louder after the incident with Undine's building. At a guess, Pam figured it was probably leftover toxins taking little stabs at her whenever they got an opportunity.

So she did the sensible thing: she ignored it, and went back to work. Though before retreating to the lab upstairs, she'd be down for a while, watering all the plants, checking over the inventory, and flipping the sign to 'Open'.

[[ open ]]

( It wasn't that Rey had put off coming here. She'd known what planet it was on, but not where, and she'd just felt called here the past day or so. )

[NFB, NFI, ship modded with permission.]

The Danger Shop? Made up to look like a warehouse stocked with materials. Jaina? Still a cat. (It's okay, she'd be changing back immediately after class ended and it would be very awkward until Jay brought her clothes.) Jag? Holding zip ties.

"Today you're going to be given some freedom, and losing some," he began. "You and a partner have free rein of this warehouse. It has all sorts of parts and mechanical equipment with which you will build something. It can be anything, as easy or complicated as you want, as long as there are at least three parts attached to each other. You'll have to locate the equipment you choose to use and put it together as a team. You will also choose as a team whether you'd rather complete the task with either one leg or one arm tied to each other. Choose your partner wisely."

Eric had been around for a thousand years and chose to live in Louisiana on purpose. It didn't mean he loved the grossest, swampiest days of August.

Anyway, that was his excuse for why it was frigid in the Devil's Nest tonight. (Of all the modern marvels, Eric loved air conditioning the most.)

The Devil's Nest was open and Tiny wouldn't blame you if you ordered a warm drink tonight.

Jon waited for everyone to show up, then held up his phone. "Reddit," he said, a little reluctantly. "It's a site that's a collection of sites, really. Each subreddit concerns a specific topic. A hobby, or show, or question." He looked pained. "Honestly, some of them are fine, but some are...not. It pays to be careful. When you find one, check out the rules and the recent posts and read a bit before you join it.

"That said, let's go there, do a bit of searching, find a place that looks like fun, and share a post."

The emphasis on summer produce would continue until summer ended.

Yes, Raiden knew broccoli wasn't a summer crop. He had lived most of his life before broccoli became available year round in the grocery store. But it was in the walk-in, so it was getting used.

Specials
Grilled White Pizza with Ricotta, Corn, & Broccoli
Pesto, Peach, & Prosciutto Pizza
Pizza with Zucchini, Feta, Lemon, & Garlic

You know what else wasn't a summer crop? Lemons. You modern folk had no idea how good you had it.

Pizza Planet is open!

I am living in a Meme State of Mind this month, so you get another one this week that we haven't done since last year. Woo!

Tag your character into a comment. Other characters will then ICly respond with things they admire about your character. Yes, even if the pair of characters are generally antagonistic towards each other, here is the chance to reveal whether there's something positive hidden in there somewhere! (For an example, Jackson might tell Jim he admires his tenacity.) So, character-to-character basis, and positive things. Kind of like an IC anon love meme, yes. Except without the anon part. Now get to it!

The clinic was noisy today. Very noisy.

"Good thing we haven't got any patients. This is hardly restful," Stark muttered as he set down the usual coffees when he arrived.

"Roofers," a nurse said.

"I saw people on the roof," Stark said. "But why?"

"Who knows? Maybe Stabby called them."

It was possible. Stabby was a shifty sort of crab. He might be trying to cause chaos just for the fun of it. He, somehow, had oversized noise-canceling headphones on his carapace.

The clinic was open, the crab had arranged for the day to be full of loud noises for no reason, and the alien was in (and wincing often at the thumps and thuds and thunks).

Anakin had not been a cat again. He'd never been a cat. It was an island-wide hallucination. At least that's what his expression said as he stood fully human in front of the class.

Never mind that Ahsoka still had several Anakitty plushies scattered about the big gold chairs.

Anakin was especially ignoring those. "Today we will immediately begin with our task," he said.

"Which means you'll have another week to complete your homework of taking a holo of your plushie from last week in the most interesting place you can find on the island." Ahsoka added immediately. The homework that, needless to say, Ahsoka had definitely not given them last week.

The muscles in Anakin's jaw clenched. "Wonderful," he gritted out.

"I thought so," Ahsoka replied cheerfully. "Anyway, today's task is to do things to fruit."

Anakin had been married to Rory long enough that he had to swallow back his immediate "not dirty" follow-up comment. "You're using them to solve tasks. The fastest to solve them wins."

"You'll have five tasks and five different fruit," Ahsoka explained. "Once you've used a fruit for one task, you cannot use it for another. Your time starts when you read the first task."

Vi, who was in a very good mood, was (for reasons directly related to said good mood) also pretty late for her shift today, only actually opening after her class. So it was a good thing that she knew her boss was going to be pretty forgiving about that.

Not so forgiving was Saffron who had immediately flopped at Vi's feet because she'd been abandoned and was going die from lack of snuggles if Vi didn't fix that immediately.

So Vi was doing most of her work today with a very dramatic cat tucked into the front of her jacket.

Liliana was very grateful that her command over her zombies made it possible for her to communicate with them over distance and without needing to speak aloud. She had a number of instructions that were not only vital for her to pass along, but also vital to keep completely quiet.

For no reason, of course. Don't even worry about it. Never you mind.

She was also quite capable of carrying on a silent conversation while her attention was split elsewhere--like setting up a display in the window: a box full of beautiful feathers that appeared to be flickering with fires. She didn't know what they were for, but they certainly looked pretty enough.

Unlike the sword they'd come with. Ugly, unwieldy, and altogether pointless, she hadn't even bothered putting it on the shelf with the rest of the swords.

She didn't know what plane that was from, but honestly now. Do better, weaponsmiths.

I know, I know. I'm running late. And it's two notes. You guys could have done this in an email and you all know it.

*surly squirrel noses*

Give. I have dogs to deal with, thank you. Okay, so Liliana spent some time on introspection in the bath. Which the squirrels really didn't have to report on, but here we are. At Over Easy, Raiden was considering working with the bakery to keep brunch pastry-filled.

And that's all there is. Everyone have a good one. I need to get back before the dogs run all over Steve.

For Wednesday! There's only a few weeks left, don't let your characters miss out on trauma and heinous polyblends!

If he was completely honest with himself, Jack was still kind of tired after last night. So many people, actually responding to what they were doing, in an unfamiliar place full of unfamiliar people. It was insane to remember that they'd started--

Well, right here, in this bar, with about ten people shuffling up to the front eventually while they made their way through a smattering of metal greats, pop-punk hits and snarky pop covers played at double speed.

Tonight, there were more people - the bar was close to packed - and most of the music on the set list was their own. The clink of glasses, the smell of illicit cigarette smoke and sweat, the wild hair in the audience. It all felt familiar, in a way that hadn't always been safe but had definitely made it there now.

( You'll never guess where we were yesterday. )

[[ nfb, can be open to phone calls or unannounced bar appearances ]]

Steve had two puppies in cones of shame skittering over wooden floors and an ice pack over one of his eyes as he flopped onto the sofa in Tony's massive mansion living room.

"Who sells the information about puppies getting spayed to Hydra?!" he demanded, his outrage still high despite this being at least the fifth time he'd asked the question.

[OOC: For the husband!]

Another day, another show, this time upstate. Dane and Trent had gone on ahead earlier that morning to get to their rental. But a bunch of Jill's gear was still locked up at practice, never mind some of Dane's amps, and so it fell to the drummer and the singer to roll all of their stuff out onto the street while they waited for their ride to show up.

"I swear if short range portals weren't so expensive, I would never drive anywhere again a day in my life," Jack groused, as he attempted to peer over the edge of the kick drum, just to make sure he wasn't about to bowl someone over.

"Oh please," Jill said, as hauled two of her toms over her shoulder. "You're too much of a control freak. You're going to grab the wheel in that car as soon as it gets here and we'll have to wrench it back out of your hands when we get there."

"I could give that up for short range portals." Jack squatted down to set the kick drum down by the side of the road. He stretched up, tilting his head sideways in a desperate attempt to dispell the crick in his neck. "Maybe with some kind of speeder that actually goes up the stairs, so we don't keep having to do this."

( And then we'll get a unicorn... )

[[ nfb, nfi. ]]

Raiden spent part of his Saturday morning explaining to the staff why they wouldn't be featuring pastry on the specials board too often. "I don't want to step on the bakery's toes. They've got their thing and they do it well. Besides, I'm not great at pastry. No one on staff is that great at pastry." It was almost like there was a great-at-pastry-shaped hole in the NPC staff that might be filled at some point in the distant future when his player got off her ass and worked through his canon until he met his soulmate who was coincidentally great at pastry. Weird.

Specials
Raspberry Oatmeal Pancakes
Nashville Hot Chicken Eggs Benedict
Catfish & Grits

"Partnering with the bakery to offer a pastry basket would be a great idea! You take point on that." See what happened when you had ideas? You got work.

Over Easy is open!

Good morning, everyone, and I remain Miss Lydia Bennet, here to bring you the news of yesterday, which seems to be, shall we say, robust this week. I imagine I know why, but we shall get to that in due time. ( Party Radio )

What am I--I don't do this!

*chittering*

...they've handed me a note that says "any Steve will do." That's...well, that's kind of hurtful, fellas, I have to say. I'm definitely the better looking Steve.

*dubious sounding chittering*

Right, I'm taking that as agreement anyway. This is Steve McGarrett, apparently filling in for Cap, and here's the news or something like it.

In classes, we went to Detroit for square pizza, and unlike Steve Rogers or my partner from New Jersey, I do not think that's weird or a crime against pizza. It was really good! Even the brick cheese part. Finding New Hobbies learned crochet, and Liliana continued talking about Urza and how terrible he was.

*chittering*

And the library smelled like peanut butter. Sure.

In town, bad sleep was going around, with Watts and Steven talking about Watts' insomnia and how they hoped it won't affect the party today, and Liz at the Photo Hut also dragging a bit, but Prompto was there with energy-restoring salad. Luma was trying to fix her nails at Pixie Dust after a disastrous attempt at crochet. The Devil's Nest was leaning into their random shipment of mangos, and I am learning just now I missed out on mango mojitos, and now I'm sad.

*chittering*

Oh, I also missed out on empanadas with the Supper Club, and now I'm sad and hungry. Ask Henry, Harley, Flint, Ignis, or Lydia how they were.

*chittering*

Apparently they were squirrel-approved, so I don't know if that's a pro or a con. I'll leave you to decide that yourselves. Now how does this turn off--

*static*

*dead air*

With some of the supply whittled down a little bit due to Nell doing the flowers for the party later, Eleanor decided she was going to take some time to see if she could cleverly rearrange stuff to look more full...which should have just been a few adjustments and maybe switching out a few plants, but it very quickly turned into a whole project where she found herself on the edge of wanting to rearrange the whole place and had to remind herself that it wasn't her store to do that in and she should just go make herself some tea and read about the exciting world of herbs and spices before she got too carried away.

She just hoped the store remained quiet, so she didn't end up getting worn down by social interactions before she even left the place.

Plant Parenthood is open!

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Savannah Levine

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Pick Your Poison, Tuesday

Ossus- Monday

Teamwork- Monday, 1st period

The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

How to Waste Time on the Internet, 3rd period

Pizza Planet, Monday

MEME: What I Admire About You

Fandom Clinic, Monday 8/11

2 Problem 2 Creative, Monday, August 11, 2025

The Magpie Emporium, Monday [11/08]

Infinite Consortium, Monday

Fandom Radio - Sunday (8/10)

Shenanigan Sign-Ups

A Small Alternative Bar, Manhattan, Sunday Evening

Tony's Mansion, New York, Saturday afternoon

A Practice Space, Brooklyn, Saturday Noon

Over Easy, Saturday

Fandom Radio, Saturday, August 9

Fandom Radio, Friday, August 8, 2025

Plant Parenthood; Friday [08/08].

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