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Pick Your Poison, Friday Afternoon

Pam would be lying if she said she wasn't concerned about the data she was dragging - with difficulty - out of her lamia research, or the pace at which she was creating antidotes. Very, very, very much lying.

It was dragging her away from Gotham, away from Harley, and to her lab more and more often. She felt... a little guilty about that. Especially now, with the latest batch cooking upstairs. She should be heading home, tucking in for a lavish weekend with the girlfriend. Instead, she was here. Back on the steps of Pick Your Poison, sipping from a glass of water to calm the annoying churn under her ribs, and watching her plants grow.

Faster and faster. Some of the vines were already halfway up the side of the doorframe.

Well. At least they were absolutely sure now that Harley was right about her old powers not being quite gone.

[[ open ]]

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Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

Rey had gone into one of the storage lockers to get the remotes, only to immediate have confetti explode all over. No woodchucks in sight, so she couldn't blame them. Must be a Fandom thing.

She took the remotes out, started to set them up, and one again shot out confetti from it. She didn't even know where it was coming from. There was no confetti compartment in these things.

Cool, she'd just put it back and do something else, only for more confetti to does out when she opened the locker again.

All right, just going to do nothing today. Nothing was safe.

[idk. Open!]

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steve rogers

Fandom Radio, Friday, July 18

Good morning, everyone, this is Steve Rogers back on air and thankfully no longer a dog.

*chittering*

No, the other three dogs in the tower are always supposed to be dogs. Let's get to the notes! In classes, Finding New Hobbies decorated sugar cookies, Liliana ranted about rocks, mass extinction events, and someone named Urza to her class, and Raiden took the pizza class to Harlem to enjoy New York-style pizza. It wasn't as good as Brooklyn pizza.

*chittering*

Of course I'm going to say that. Finally, Belle was cleaning the library.

In town, Nell stopped by the museum with congratulatory honey bread for Steven to celebrate his wedding to Watts. I missed some stuff while I was indisposed for the week, huh? Lydia and the Supper Club went to Mooby Land for the evening. Ignis made sure that Liliana could attend, even if she'd turned into a cat somewhere between class and supper. Lydia correctly noted that turning into animals--and plants, sorry to hear that, Adrian--is going around. Rey told Lydia that the food at the restaurant was good, and Flint warned Lydia that this was food to be eaten with your hands. Flint caught up with Rey about what he'd missed last week when he'd been a parrot. And Thor was shirtless at the Devil's Nest last night. As a friend, that's kind of awkward to report, but as an artist, I'm kind of sorry anyone missed seeing that.

*chittering*

Exactly. His arms are unreal.

*chittering*

And Tony agrees with me. But that's everything! Have a good weekend.

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First Aid 2: First Aider, Friday, Period 3

"Today," Don greeted his students, "I thought we should go over triage.

( Medical talk and discussion of death under the cut. )

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Needful Things; Friday

Harley was having a weird week, and not in the fun, distracting island way, just in the annoyingly complicated human way where you had to have conversations you didn't entirely know what to do with that just kinda left you restless.

Also it was gonna be her birthday on Sunday and she had no plans whatsoever and ugh and bleugh and all that stuff.

But hey, antique hand fans were on sale! That was something!

(open!)

Drama in the Park-a-Rama [Friday, Period One]

The gremlin had a vision, and two long-suffering interpreters to relay that vision.

"We have been given a cast-list," Cara informed the class, making it sound like there was some kind of terrible fate awaiting them. Because, well...

"And it's apparently nonnegotiable," Jane sighed. "But here we are, the cast list for A Deadly Adoption for off-off-off Broadway, a Gremlin production."

And the list was. Well. It was a list for sure, folks!

Yelena Belova - Sarah (The Mother)
Belle - Bridgette (The Femme Fatale)
Quinn Maybrook - Robert (The Father)
Steve Rogers - Sully (The Daughter)

The gremlin felt that of all the class, Steve had true star potential. The gremlin may also have been under the impression that Steve was still a dog. Cara had so far done nothing to disabuse it of this notion.

"It looks like the gremlin is still working on the script, so let's just... try to figure it out. Maybe get into character?" Jane suggested. "Talk to your classmates about how you'd like to play the dynamics?"

"We'll be supervising," Cara said, having acquired popcorn from somewhere.

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Plant Parenthood; Friday [07/18].

Now that they didn't have a weekly class together that was basically a period of Luma making pointed remarks at Eleanor and giving her hard, disparaging looks, Eleanor had been feeling a lot better about having her sister here. Luma was still struggling with a lot of things, but she'd also taken to a lot of other things pretty well, and, frustrating as it could be for the both of them sometimes, Eleanor was glad to be here to help.

But she was also glad for those moments, like going into the store for her shift on Friday, where she could just sort of get away by herself for a while. She probably wasn't ever going to get to that the plants just get me point, but she had gotten a lot better at them, so much so that she didn't even worry about how her drakondias were holding up anymore. So it was now a comfortable thing, which she was learning to fully embrace when she could since life with Luma was anything but.

And she could do things while she was here like making little sleep sachets or teas for her that will help make things a bit more comfortable in that regard, too.

Plant Parenthood is open!

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Trooper Station, Friday

As per usual, there wasn't much to do at the Trooper Station, but what there was to be done, Watts was quietly singing to himself while doing it.

Ralph had tried to join in at one point, but the other Troopers were of the opinion that he couldn't carry a tune in a bucket (you'd think they'd all have the same level of skill there, given that they were clones, but apparently not?), and thus he'd been rather quickly shushed.

[ooc: Yes, I know the song is technically after his time. But if a version 'Fairytale of New York' can canonically exist in his canon, then so can this song.]

Library, Thursday 7/17

The library was still a mess when Belle arrived for her shift. Luckily she was prepared, having listened to radio.

She had snacks to bribe some gremlins with in an attempt to get them to help and she had stickers to hand out if they did help, as a reward. Who didn't love stickers, right?

Apparently, a lot of gremlins didn't love stickers. Tiny jerks.

Belle was going to be doing a lot of straightening up herself today with only the occasional help from one or two particularly pleasant gremlins/

Finding (More) New Hobbies, Thursday Period 2

Class today was 100% on time and nobody would dare suggest otherwise, right? Right.

Stark stood at the front of the room, looking out at anyone who was there. “Welcome back. A new thing to try this week, since that’s the whole idea, will not be kickball because Anakin is a ridiculous person. There will also be no slip and slides and no giant costumes. Just in case anyone was worried.”

“Instead, we’re going to try out something I’ve done before and that’s related to one of my favorite things to do. Baking.” Not like that. Well, not like that alone.

“Today we’ll do some cookie decorating. The nice thing about food hobbies is you can eat the results. So I have sugar cookies, which are safe for Steven to eat don’t worry, in a variety of shapes, and then I have royal icing and all manner of sprinkle-type-things to add to them. You can be as fancy or as plain as you like. Have fun with it. If you mess up…it’s still tasty. Just eat the cookie and nobody will know! So, come pick up a cookie, or multiple cookies from the trays, grab some supplies, and decorate. Have fun. No need to try for perfection. Just enjoy it.”

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Mooby Land, Thursday Evening

Did you know, Lydia had never actually been to Mooby Land before! The previous time the Supper Club had selected this establishment, she had been unavailable that week, but she believed Captain Flint and Mr. Logan had tried it (she wished Mr. Logan well, wherever he was), and she must admit to a certain curiosity. She hadn't the faintest idea what a 'Mooby' was, or where their land was located.

This was bound to go well. Welcome to Supper Club, everyone!

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The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

This week, Thor was shirtless just because he felt like it.

It's too hot for that armor. Admit it.

He would not admit it. "Wool is temperature-regulating."

Then where's your shirt?

Thor was ignoring that. He was much more concerned about the surfeit of watermelon, which he had confiscated from Tiny before he could do Odin-knew-what with it.

Specials
Watermelon Margarita
Watermelon Vodka
Hard Watermelon Limeade

The Devil's Nest is open, the drinks are cold, and the god is shirtless. You're welcome.

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The Wonderful World of Pizza, Tuesday Second Period

"Okay, guys," Raiden greeted his class once they had assembled at Portalocity and he'd fired off a text to Arden promising her a make-up pizza when she wasn't a bird any more. You know, very normal teacher concerns. "Today, we're following pizza in its journey to the United States, which is where it really took off. You see, Italian immigrants brought their food with them to the US, but like many immigrant groups they not only had to adapt to the ingredients available here, they had access to a wider range of ingredients, so they could do all sorts of new and interesting things. Specifically for our case, Sicilian immigrants from southern Italy had more access to meat and cheese, ingredients that were scarcer and more expensive in their seafood-rich region but plentiful in northern Italy. So don't listen to anyone who ever starts snitting at you about 'authentic' food, because it's a scam. Does the food taste good? Yes? Then who cares if it's authentic? No? Then it doesn't matter if it's authentic. Case closed. But I'm wandering off the point.

"One of the things these Italian immigrants brought with them was, you guessed it, pizza, and in New York is where it really started to take off. I'm not about to start an argument about which is the best kind of pizza--they're all winners to me--but New Yorkers get really heated about it. They favor a thin-crust pizza sold in large slices people like to fold. It's a thing. Today we're going to Harlem to try out Patsy's, opened in 1933 by Pasquale Lanceri and recently featured in a hit movie. A bunch of these old New York pizzerias have their own individual claims to fame, and Patsy's is that they claim to have been the first to sell pizza by the slice. The first in New York, maybe, but remember, that's how pizza was originally sold in those open-air stands in Naples. Ah, but that doesn't matter. C'mon, let's go try some pizza and explore Spanish Harlem.

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WTFH - Fandom Radio [Thurs, July 17th]

*chittering*

When have I ever cared about your hangovers?

*extremely loud dropping of notes*

Oops. How careless of me.

In School news, this weeks 'Shenanakins', yes, I see what you did there, involved mascot kickball on booze covered slip'n'slides and were 'the best ever'. In the squirrels' opinions, the voluntolds were a lot more ambivalent on the whole concept. But they tried.

Meanwhile in the Library, everything was a mess and Arden was a bird, these may or may not have been related facts, and were very confusing for Cal and Gray. Well, at least they're pretty.

Nothing much in the Dorms, while in Town, Quinn was at the Infinite Consortium, taking out her poor life choices on an innocent cursed mascot costume, while at Pick You Poison, Adrian was a pot of flowers, and Boston was discovering how useful thumbs are for horticultural purposes.

Coruscant- Thursday night

While Jaina was more than happy to spend this much time in Fandom (a fact her teenage self wouldn't have ever believed), it was also killing her to be sitting around doing nothing. So they'd celebrated the boys' birthday- after a fire drill- and the next day Jaina had gone home.

There were leads on the cell that they believed was after the family, but she was under very strict orders to not pursue the lead so she didn't throw them off.

Instead, Jaina was on Coruscant, being very visible. She'd so far managed to escape having bodyguards, she'd made a point to be seen with family members, and while she still wasn't the Jedi's favorite person, they had offered help that she'd denied. Politely. Here she was, an open target, all alone and vulnerable, just begging for someone to try and kill her. Maybe they could catch someone. Maybe they could get more information. Maybe.

It wasn't happening. As far as anyone could tell, the cell was making no movement towards her, and she seemed to be in no real danger. It was sort of disappointing, if she was being honest. Disappointing and unsettling. She'd had a feeling they weren't after her, and she had no idea why.

She was staying in the hotel quarters that Jag had been using as his Coruscant home base since his Head of State days, After another day of not having her life threatened, she headed back to said quarters, where she sat on the too-hard sofa and sent a message off to Jag to see if it was a good time to call the kids, since she didn't like how empty it felt in here.

One more day. Then it was time to head back and let the pros do their jobs.

[Can be open for calls or texts!]

5 Times Urza Ruined Everything, Thursday, Per 1

Liliana was once again leaning against the front of her desk; hardly the position when one wanted to command the respect and attention due a professor, but this barely counted as a class. It was more a vehicle for her ranting, with the very thin sheen of 'history' to make it seem like a credible academic topic. So she was just going to lean, sipping her heavily honeyed tea that Ignis had provided her to soothe her throat after her generally long lectures, waiting until the clock ticked over to nine. As soon as it did so, she began today's...discussion, sure.

"Officially, the war between Yotia and the Fallaji is called the Antiquities War; however, since the war was actually between Urza and Mishra and they were using the armies of both countries like little toy soldiers, it is more commonly known as the Brothers' War. And by 'more commonly known,' I mean that if you ask someone what the Antiquities War was, the more scholarly and educated would eventually remember what you're referring to. If you ask damn near anyone on Dominaria what the Brothers' War was, even the most illiterate peasant could tell you, probably after spitting first. That's because the effects of the war impacted the entire plane, both in its immediate aftermath and for centuries - millennia, really - later. The war itself lasted from 28 AR to 64 AR, when Urza ended it in a truly spectacular and definitive fashion that we'll be discussing next week."

( So much ranting and ecological devastation behind this cut! )

Now she settled back to open the floor to any questions and comments folks might have, especially after throwing concepts like 'Worldsoul' and 'Maro-Sorcerer' out there.

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The Photo Hut - Thursday

After how last week had gone, Liz was glad to be back in clothes that were a bit more comfortable and that she was able to concentrate a bit more on. So she was focused on catching up on some of the work that she still had not gotten to after the last few weeks.

She was mostly trying to get the reports ready for the the end of month, so she was having a pretty productive morning in getting everything set up in the spreadsheets that she needed, in between answering a few emails as well.

[The Photo Hut is open!]

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Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

Steven very much welcomed the cool temperature of the Museum once he got inside of it. He had various things to catch up on today but first he was going to sit at the welcome desk and appreciate the wonder that was air conditioning.

At some point he might notice how limp his hair now looked thanks to the heat and humidity. But for now he was simply happy to be inside and with a cool cup of water.

[open!]

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Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

Okay, so the washing machines and the kraken drill had happened, but those hadn't been directed at him so much as the island in general, and work had behaved itself for the past few weeks, so Adrian was feeling pretty confident that he'd survived the island's weird hazing and come out the other side.

What Adrian had forgotten was the phrase 'pride goeth before a fall' and how important timing was in comedy.

Anyway, that was probably why instead of a witch behind the counter today, there was a pot of hollyhocks on the counter and a very exasperated Boston attempting to water it.

"This is not proper witch-familiar behavior," he muttered, spilling more water on himself.

...And then batting the cup off the counter in aggravation.

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Fandom Library, Wednesday, July 16th

Arden got into the library and discovered that it was absolutely trashed. Gremlins were running rampant, Bookapalooza had apparently happened overnight with a ton of books laying around with a pile of musician autobiographies in piles on the table, and the bats were back and divebombing anything that moved.

"Oh, definitely not," Arden said, shaking her head. "I am not dealing with this. I'd rather go to Shenanigans than this. I'm not your mom, I'm so not picking up after you."

And as if the island had heard this and decided to help, where there was once an Arden standing there, arms folded, glaring at the mess, there was suddenly a brightly-colored finch perched on the circulation desk and preening her feathers.

Maybe slightly overkill, but Arden appreciated the backup. Or something.