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Okay, well, they had gotten through an entire week without the restaurant burning down, going broke, or being swept out to sea by the merciless arm of a kraken. And their laundry delivery had finally come in, meaning everyone had clean kitchen towels and uniforms to work with. Raiden was feeling pretty good about this.

"We have enough potatoes, right? And eggs? 'When will I stop asking?' I don't know, we're always going to need enough potatoes and eggs."

Specials
Prime Rib Benedict
Strawberry Buttermilk Pancakes with Honey Butter
Baklava Granola with Vanilla Yogurt

Over Easy is open! Welcome to brunch!

mustbeawitch posting in

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You can't be serious. I did this yesterday.

*chittering*

I only just went back to bed.

*more chittering*

'We know,' is not helping your case. No, no, there's no need to pull my hair. I shall simply...oh, dash it. Why are there so many--right. Right.

*clears throat*

( Kraken Drill Radio )

somethingwithturquoise

RageFest had only been a few days for Summer at this point, but she was already having a blast. And she hadn't even debuted her jello yet! That was for next week, when things were really going to amp up, but, boy, things were off to a great start. She'd already....well, things were all sort of a blur, and she hadn't really been spending a whole lot of time at the townhouse. But last night, there was this whole fire show that went horribly wrong (or, depending on who you asked, gloriously right), and she, like so many others in the crowd, fled the scene in a hurry, lest they all get caught in the far more personal than intended pyrotechnics. In the rush, she ended up all but colliding with some guy, which was pretty irritating until she actually got a look at this absolute stud, and then, well, one thing led to another, especially once he told her he could read mind, and she made him prove it by thinking the most depraved, dirtiest things at him, and she didn't even need to say a word after that.

And with Liliana and Ignis still back at Fandom? Perfect. She might not have had to say a word, but she still had plenty of noise to make.

So imagine her surprise when she, eventually woke up, threw on a shirt and bounced down the stairs to find Ignis in her...err, their....kitchen.

She stared for a moment, thinking maybe if she didn't move...

"Hello, Summer."

"Dammit. How are you so good at that?"

"Well, to your credit, anyone could have been fooled by such a graceful gazelle of a descent."

Summer stuck here tongue out at Ignis (was that a flash of something metal on her tongue? Maybe. She'd like to see him hear that!), gave a little finger-waggling wave over to Liliana, and immediately moved over to the coffee pot. She didn't need the caffeine, though, to instantly perk up with bright enthusiasm. "But that's perfect, actually! You being here! Now you can make us some breakfast."

A brow lifted. "Us?"

Somehow, Ignis didn't think Summer was referring to brunching with her esteemed hosts.

"Yeaaaaah." And what Ignis could hear now for certain was the grin in it. "I might've brought someone home last night? I mean, I'm probably going to try and ditch him with the Izzet later because there's word of a secret Dimir pop-up club tonight, so I guess that's like....a speakeasy but with drugs and Russian roulette, although I guess they call it Dimiri blackjack or something, IDK....and he's really fucking cute, like, Ignis. Adorable. But he'll definitely just cramp my style. Either way, he should be down in a moment, he's just up there rocking a piss, so I hope you have a lot of eggs, because my guy is gonna need that protein replenishment."

The intake of Ignis' breath seemed to be taking into account a lot of things, but, in that moment, the only one he was going to address was going to Liliana.

"Remind me again," he requested, "why we thought this was a good idea?"

But if you thought he wasn't already pulling out more ingredients to double the portions of the meal he was in the middle of making, then you clearly didn't know Ignis. But that did remind him of another issue.

"And please, Summer," he said, "tell me you're going to be doing something with all this jello stuff soon, because there's barely any room to work in here with all your paraphernalia everywhere."

"Don't sweat it, my dude," Summer waved a hand dismissively, but she did swoop in to start moving some of her things to a place less in his way, and, in her defense, she wasn't expecting them, if she had she might have already taken care of it. "I'm launching officially next week. I wanna hit up the Gruul with it first, after I totally kick some ass--ooooh, actually, I wonder if I'll have time to whip something up for tonight, that could be a good way to get some whispers already stirring around town..."

Dammit, Ignis! Making her think this early (ish) in the ~~morning~~ ~~day~~ afternoon! But she might be able to pull it off...

[[ for thems that are there, anyone who might want to get in touch, and nfb for distance! ]]

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Class met at Portalocity as they had been ~~handwavily~~ notified to. When they got there, Lana was dressed in casual Earth clothing, a tunic and jeans with boots. "Welcome everybody. We should do introductions in case we don't all know each other, but let's head out first."

Once they stepped through the portal to find themselves on a street near water, Lana spread her hands. "I thought we'd begin close to home, so this is Harbor East, in Baltimore. We probably could have driven here, but portals are much more convenient. They have a lot of stores, some local, and some of the type you'll find throughout this country. So, introduce yourselves to the group, then enjoy yourselves, and I'll see you back here in an hour."

She nodded to the first person on her left.

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Watts was, perhaps predictably, in an exceptionally good mood as he got caught up on everything that had happened last week at the station. Which was, also predictably, not all that much.

totalwildcard posting in

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One of the costume jewelry gems was still faintly glowing, as it had been when Remy had first spotted it earlier in the week. Harley had also spotted it, by now - which meant it was now in a little display all its own, complete with a sign that read VERY SPECIAL GLOWY GEM, NO BATTERY NEEDED and a price tag that was now triple what it had originally been.

Harley was considering quadrupling it.

But right now, she was dealing with a clothing crisis. Sure, she'd done laundry semi-recently, but there had been an unfortunate glitter-and-ketchup disaster (don't ask) near and in her wardrobe upstairs, and now she was stuck going through the vintage pieces they had in the back of the store for something she'd like.

Except.

"... Are we having a moth invasion??"

Yes. Apparently they were.

(open!)

mustbeawitch posting in

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You seem to be confused. Today is Friday. I do this on Saturday.

*chittering*

Yes, but--oh, just give me the notes. Good morning, everyone, and it is I, Miss Lydia Bennet, here to bring you the news of yesterday, today!...Just a day early this week. I do hope this means I shall get to sleep in tomorrow. Probably not. The squirrels are so unkind.

Let's get started, shall we, with the school, where Miss Vess began her, ah, "Five Times Urza Ruined Everything" class. Mr. Sims wished to know why Mr. Urza's wife didn't leave him, whilst Mr. Rand commented upon his falling out of a tree. Mr. Scientia and Miss Vess, shall we say, caught up after class. *ahem* Miss Vess also held her office hours--I didn't know those were a thing. Are they supposed to be doing that. Has anyone told the rest of the teachers? I digress. In Finding More New Hobbies, Mr. James Stark taught his students about 'origami,' which is a form of Japanese paper-folding. Folding paper? Sounds dull. The students introduced themselves, and Mr. Grant spoke to Mr. Stark after class. It seems that he and Detective Watts got married on their recent holiday, so congratulations to you, sirs. I suppose? I don't know the correct form for two men! You congratulate the groom and give best wishes to the bride and-- The squirrels are looking at me as if I am speaking French, so let's just move on to The Wonderful World of Pizza, which went to Naples to eat pizza, which was most perilous to everyone's wardrobe.

Let's see...no notes for the dormitory, so we shall move along to the town, I suppose. At the museum, Mr. Grant returned to work after the aforementioned holiday, and Detective Watts came by for luncheon. If one is looking to refresh their wardrobe, they may have some difficulty at Pixie Dust, as Miss Zarrin found a dearth of clothing on offer, but plenty of shoes and accessories still available. At The Devil's Nest, Lord Thor had apparently opted not to wear a shirt entirely. My goodness. That...must have been quite the sight. I mean! *ahem*

Lastly I've a few notes from the Supper Club, which yesterday met at Llamas' Corner in Baltimore, where I must report a sad lack of llamas. Mr. Scientia seemed to think the lack of llamas a good thing, whilst Miss Skywalker wanted to know how I still have clean clothing. I didn't tell her the answer is magic And that seems to be all the notes I have for the Supper Club, but I want you all to know you're welcome to join us any given Thursday! Next week we shall be upon the island somewhere, come and find us! Until next time, whenever that may be, farewell, dear listeners!

ifwebeworthy posting in

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Don did not have enough clothes for this. His cargo pants had at least one mysterious stain on them and he was, here at the end of his wardrobe rope, wearing a shirt obtained from Anakin's Wednesday madness last summer, and eyeing Thor's corresponding side of the closet thoughtfully.

He was still drinking coffee, even though he recognized it as a dangerous endeavor at this point, especially when you were already a little on the wobbly side. He didn't care. Coffee was what was getting him through this. He did set the coffee down when his students came in, though.

( Doctor Don gets talky under here. )

wrongkindofsith posting in

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Class was out in the park today. Because, well, the name of the class strongly implied it. And maybe neither of your teachers had meant to be part of this and maybe they were trying to figure it out on the fly. But the one person who wasn't unprepared was a gremlin in a black turtleneck and beret. Because artistic reasons.

"Okay, so drama," Jane said, eyeing the gremlin warily where it was taking notes. "Not what I expected to teach, but we can do this, right?"

"It can't be that hard," Cara agreed, dooming them all with a single sentence. "Today we'll be doing what we always do during the first week even though we already know each other by now. Introductions."

The gremlin coughed and passed Cara a note."I mean 'auditions', apparently."

"Is that really necessary? I mean, everyone is here and everyone deserves a chance to--" Jane stopped as another note was passed. "--wow, you're harsh. But let's get into it. And there are some extra shirts from the Wednesday shenanigans if anyone needs them."

They just had a lot of opinions on the craft, folks. Costuming. Yes.

This was going to be the greatest public theatre Fandom had ever seen.

weirderthanthou posting in

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Were you sleeping soundly in whatever underwear you had left, Fandom? Not anymore!

At 2 AM, sirens all across the island began to blare. A PA system turned on, featuring a metallic voice loudly yelling: "KRAKEN DRILL. KRAKEN DRILL. ALL INHABITANTS GRAB RAIN GEAR AND ASSEMBLE AT THE INTERSECTION OF LOON DRIVE AND GRIFFIN WAY. I REPEAT. KRAKEN DRILL. KRAKEN DRILL. ALL INHABITANTS GRAB RAIN GEAR AND ASSEMBLE AT THE INTERSECTION OF LOON DRIVE AND GRIFFIN WAY."

If anyone hoped it was going to stop before 4 AM, sorry: no.

At least there wasn't an actual kraken, so Loon Drive's stone streets wouldn't be slippery with rain. And at least Mayor Faden hadn't deployed her tie yourself to a building addition to the kraken emergency plan yet...

[[ have at, all ]]

noonedecidesmyfate posting in

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Belle had treated herself to a milkshake before walking in to her shift. The milkshake had treated itself to her outfit and she'd had to run back and change into something else.

Was she wearing a fancy dress right now? Yes.

Was she glaring at the gremlins who were pointing at her and giggling? Yes.

Was the library just waiting to do something messy and terrible to her and anyone who might come in? Almost certainly.

ifwebeworthy posting in

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One would think Thor, who wore his armor near-exclusively, would not be impacted by the odd plague of laundry upon their island of late, but he wore fabric between the armor and his skin, and he did not keep many changes of clothing. He didn't exist half the time to wear it, anyway. So, faced with few choices, he had opted to conserve what clothing he had left and resume the tradition of shirtlessness tonight at the bar. You're welcome.

Specials
Red Sangria
Strawberry Margarita
Blueberry Daiquiri

The Devil's Nest is open!

carbsliftthespirit posting in

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Raiden's students should have received a message telling them to meet at Portalocity, where they would find their teacher in jeans with a hole in the knee and one of the last clean shirts he'd had in the closet, which was a nice, burnt orange button down. It was a shame it was not likely to stay clean very long.

"All right, everybody, listen up," he said once he'd counted what he thought was the correct number of heads. "I'm Raiden, and this is..." He did a drumroll with his hands on the desk, which made the gnomes sigh. "The Wonderful World of Pizza! Today we're getting started by going to the birthplace of modern pizza, Naples, Italy. While there have been of course flatbreads with stuff on them since ancient times, it was in Naples that this was really refined and tomatoes were added to the mix, creating the modern pizza. At first, pizza was sold at open air stands, frequently by the slice, and it was food for the poor and working class, something you could easily pick up and eat on the go. It only really took off after it got royal approval in 1889...but that's another story. Today we're going to the oldest pizzeria in Naples, the Antica Pizzeria Port'Alba, which got its start as one of those open air stands in the 1700s before moving into a brick and mortar building during the 19th century. You can try the pizza--the Margherita is, of course, a classic, but in a port city like Naples you can't go wrong trying the seafood--and then explore the city a little, maybe pick up a pastry like a sfogliatella, another regional classic. And maybe a souvenir t-shirt or two." He would be shopping for one, because it was that or try to squeeze into the clothes Smalls had left around his place. "Sound like a plan? Let's go!"

stykera posting in

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Hobby class, today, was meeting in a generic classroom. Stark was standing at the front of the room with some books on the desk by him along with a stack of squares of colorful paper. Stark was also dressed in what could charitably be described as 'threadbare' clothing today. There were holes. He hadn't even known he still had this shirt.

“I’m Stark,” Stark said. “If you don’t know me by now. Welcome to a workshop on finding new hobbies. More new hobbies. We’ll try out something new each week and maybe find something we want to keep doing. Or not. Easy enough to never try something again after the first time.”

“I’m looking for ways to help keep myself busy.” Moreso right now than at the beginning of the summer, even. “So I thought I’d share that. I do better when I have things to do. And today’s thing to do is folding paper into shapes. It’s called origami, it’s from Japan, and it’s you make little paper sculptures.”

He held up a small paper frog. “Like this frog. It jumps.”

He demonstrated, then held up a few other shapes including tiny stars. “So, try some things out. And…I suppose we can do introductions? In case not everyone knows each other. If someone would like to start before we start folding? Or you can fold and talk. No reason not to do both.”

deathsmajesty posting in

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"Rocks," Liliana said with a sigh, perching on the edge of her desk at the front of the classroom. "I need you all to understand that everything that I'm going to describe over the next seven weeks happened because of a pair of bloody rocks. Yes, they were magical, but at the heart of all of the death, destruction, and depowering, were two brothers who couldn't share rocks. Our next six classes will skim the surface of the five most egregious failures and resultant disasters, and the one time it was still a tragedy, but it was at least an effective one. Which leaves today for providing some historical and personal background information about Urza, so you can understand a little more about the man behind the fuck-ups. This is not an attempt to get you to sympathize with him, but more so you can understand how absolutely committed this man was to ruining every facet of his life, and the lives of everyone around him."

Welcome to class! Hope you're prepared for seven weeks of Liliana ranting. Just know, should there be any tests, you could probably get by with just writing because Urza sucked, just like, so much for every question.

( Let The Ranting Begin )

She gave them all a bright smile. "And that, my darlings, is plenty of background to begin understanding Urza's actions and atrocities during his lifetime. Any questions?"

wrongkindofsith posting in

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*chittering*

Well, no, you don't wash leather.

*chittering*

That explains so many things that I never needed to know.

Let's see, quiet day, with the only thing happening related to the school being Shenanigans, which Jaina ran instead of Anakin, lulling the minglers and voluntolds into a false sense of security only to hit them with a very messy obstacle course. Good thing there isn't some kind of island wide issue with the laundry machines.

*chittering*

It's called foreshadowing. Jaina did stick around to take feedback on the course.

Everything was quiet in the Dorms, while over in Town, both Jon and Rey discovered that their respective apartment buildings were both having laundry machine issues. Sucks to be them.

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Luma came into work that day expecting the usual quiet day bordering on boredom, where she spent just as much time shopping and browsing for herself as the customers themselves did, but what she found instead made her stop as soon as she walked through the door to stare in astonishment.

The store wasn't completely empty, but just about, with vacant shelves and lonely hangers dangling on the racks.

"What happened?" she asked, but the evidence of half the answer was scattered about everywhere, shredded and torn clothes as the result of an unexpected raccoon attack.

The rest of it? Sent back due to a safety recall. Which Luma didn't really understand, but she sighed and got ready to spend her shift bored in a different way, with cleaning up and with no clothes to actually sell.

They still had a ton of shoes and accessories, though, at least?

Pixie Dust is open!

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Liz wasn’t too sure what had been happening with the laundry this week but it turned out that one of the very few outfits that she had left were ones that definitely were a bit more snug on her than she would have liked. She was a bit uncomfortable when she came downstairs to do some work that morning but she wanted to try and catch up on some of the work that she hadn’t gotten to in the last few weeks.

[The Photo Hut is open!]

hasaknightjob posting in

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All things considered it was perhaps amazing that Steven arrived at work on time. But he was extra motivated, what with needing to tell Blathers the news as well as make time to nip out during Stark's class.

In the meanwhile there were things to catch up on from while he was on holiday. And if Steven happened to do more things that used his left hand than he normally would well, he was absolutely doing that. Showing off the ring at the slightest opportunity and all that.

Plus it perhaps distracted from the tea he spilled on his shirt while he was running over here.

Perhaps he could quickly run home and change before Stark's class? He'd figure something out.

[open]

thatwaslucky

Rey had already needed to do laundry before being drenched in various goos, so after she'd showered and changed she took everything to the laundry room. It started okay, but when she came back to get it after the wash cycle, everything was soaked, and it hadn't run the whole way through. This time it didn't start okay, and she was stuck with heavy clothes she didn't know what to do with.

Maybe she should text Danny and see if she could take this thing apart.

Just wait till she remembered she'd just purged her closet.

[Am I posting from experience? Yes. Open!]

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Spiritual Descendant Of Joan Of Arc

Bearer Of The Sword, Charged With Upholding Good

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Over Easy, Sunday Morning

Fandom Radio, Saturday, July 12

Liliana's Townhouse; Precinct Five of the Tenth District; Ravnica; Saturday Morn-Afternoon [07/12].

Markets of the World(s), 2nd period

Trooper Station, Friday

Needful Things; Friday

Fandom Radio, Friday, July 11

First Aid 2: First Aider, Friday, Period 3

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

FIRE (KRAKEN) DRILL!!!, LOON DRIVE, FRIDAY NIGHT

Library, Thursday 7/10

The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

The Wonderful World of Pizza, Thursday, Period 3

Finding (More) New Hobbies, Thursday Period 2

5 Times Urza Ruined Everything, Thursday, Per 1

WTFH - Fandom Radio [Thurs, July 10th]

Pixie Dust; Thursday [07/10].

The Photo Hut - Thursday

Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

MCA Laundry room- Wednesday evening

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