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Tiny was still in time out for the pumpkin spice beer abomination, so while Eric would never be serving a drink, he was supervising what Tiny was trying to pour.

Marshmallow vodka: "Absolutely not."
Apple Pucker: "No."
Scotch: "We don't serve something that expensive to someone I don't like."

(Sorry, customer Eric didn't like. At least now you knew?)

The Devil's Nest was open! Order something normal.

grenadesandohana posting in

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After swimming class, the Troopers' conversations about their cool animals (and Calvin's, which was apparently--by group consensus--deeply uncool) made a lot more sense to Steve.

It didn't mean he was going to pick a side in the argument, mind you. It just meant it made more sense.

The Trooper Station was open! Steve was learning about ancient Indian chess sets.

solo_sword posting in

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They were back in the Danger Shop today, which had been programmed to look like a large field, with what looked like ziggarauts in the distance. And it was very hard to miss the giant hot air balloon that was nearly full and ready to go.

"We're doing a different kind of flight today," she said, loudly to be heard over the noise. "We're in Mexico here, and clearly you're going for a hot air balloon ride. You don't have to do anything this time. You're just going to get in, let the wind do its job, and enjoy the view."

carbsliftthespirit posting in

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It was a lot quieter today at Pizza Planet, and hopefully a lot more likely to withstand an inspection from the Health Department.

"I kinda miss the little guys," Raiden said wistfully. "They were fun--well, okay, yeah, I guess a dolphin would be more inconvenient." Whew, bullet dodged.

Specials
Kale & Pesto Pizza
Prosciutto & Pear Pizza
Brussels Sprouts & Pancetta Pizza

Pizza Planet is open and dolphin-free!

sith_happened posting in

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"Welcome back," Anakin said with a wave, "and without any animals we'd have to figure out how to teach swimming to."

Steve, his left arm in a sling, shot Anakin a puzzled look.

"There was a weekend thing," Anakin explained. "What happened to you?"

"I dislocated my shoulder," Steve said with a light frown, "so I can't swim this week. It did remind me about something you should all learn about, though," he added, pointing to the pile of flippers next to him. "Flippers! Now that you have pretty decent kicks, flippers help you add power to your legs and take some pressure off of your arms for propulsion. Put some on, grab a kickboard, and get ready for some laps."

Or one lap, depending on how tired you get!

giveittoyoursister posting in

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Look, there was no reason in particular for Vi to break out all the games related to cats and being one (as well as a few copies of Wingspan), but she had. SO that was what the store was like today.

Saffron, of course, assumed that this was all being done to honour her. It was what Snuggle Human was there for after all.

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"The loch ness monster," Jon started. He gestured at the picture. "Often called 'Nessie'. This one goes back to the 1930s. Earlier references to some sort of monster in the area go back as far as the seventh century, in the Life of St. Columba by Adomnán. It's set about a hundred years earlier, and in the River Ness, not the loch, but refers to a 'water beast' that kills a man but is stopped by the saint. It should be noted, however, that these sorts of stories were incredibly common in tales of the saints no matter where they were set."

( OMG this got long )

joan_of_bark posting in

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Hi all, I sure had one hell of a week last week, and I get the impression I'm not the only one. So! Meme!

As once ordained by

not_every_mage and expanded upon by

witchoftheflesh...

Ping your character in and people will offer up a pairing with that character, which is used to answer the meme questions. Feel free to answer with single words, though explanations and examples are always fun. Then other people can chime in with how they see that pairing work. Any pairing goes: friends, NPCs, canon love, canon hate, canon indifference, roommates/housemates, and if-Hell-froze-over-and-these-two-characters-got-together, go crazy! Don't forget to check back in throughout the day and see who else has pinged in!

For example:

Who uses all the hot water in the morning? Warren. He's got a LOT more to wash than Karla and when she is in the mood to spend a long time in the tub, she takes a bath with a glass of wine and a book. Also, Warren is the one who leaves the bathroom a wreck because soggy wings leave water everywhere.

( Questions beneath the cut )

But because these things always change and evolve, now there's a whole new set of questions we can ask for details about! Behold ( Domesticity Meme Part 2! )

Have fun!

solo_sword posting in

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Good morning, people of Fandom. This is Jaina, coming to you from a house with 100% fewer animals than yesterday, unless eight-year-olds count.

Not much in the way of notes: Rey's coyote got Starbucks treats while she worked, and Don and Thor had coffee and figured this would be over by today. Good call, guys.

And that's all. See you next week.

joan_of_bark posting in

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("Look who sounds confident."

"Well, if the hottest flower in the hothouse likes me, how bad can things be? They're not always perfect..."

"And neither am I, squeaky.")

After a solid month-and-a-half, things had finally settled at home. Harley had fixed whatever multiversal issues she'd been having, the fungus zombies had been laying low, and Pam's stinging side had been gentle on her for several days in a row now. She was going to take that as a good sign - though it had also meant she hadn't exactly been back to Fandom much over the past three days.

She felt guilty about that. The work continued, after all.

Maybe she shouldn't have wasted a weekend celebrating. Maybe Harley made it too easy to pull her away from-- No. She wasn't going to think that way. Harley was important, too.

And so it was with a strange sense of dread that she returned to Pick Your Poison early on Monday morning. Opening the door, sweeping the floors. Vanishing upstairs into the laboratory for long stretches of time.

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou posting in

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You know, Jesse hadn't appreciated how comparatively quiet some months could be. Whenever the island acted up, paperwork wound up on her desk. And right now, sitting in her office chair, she was staring at a lot of paperwork.

"Why do we even need this?" she asked, holding up the 'registration of temporary soul-animal form'. "For every single one of them? Does anyone expect me to send these out to people? They're already gone."

Nina shrugged, from where she was organizing stacks of paperwork in the corner. "Mayor Sum--"

"--mers thought it was a good idea," Jesse finished. "Why is that always the answer?"

"It isn't," Nina pointed out. "Sometimes the answer is 'mayor Swanson had us throw out the form that goes in between the first form and the last form and now none of it makes sense anymore'."

Why was Jesse always stuck cleaning up the messes of her predecessors, no matter the universe? Sigh.

[[ open! ]]

imafuturist posting in

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Ifa, please don't eat the squirrels!

Hi, sorry. It's been a long weekend, full of new animals. As many of you might know. How should we begin... Okay, Raiden had his new friend, Effie, in at Over Easy, looking for bacon. Stark showed up for brunch with his new friend, Virginia.. Jaina and Sula were relaxing at the park with her kids when Anakin came by to share how their households were holding up to everything on his way to get coffee. Marc and a hawk were on the beach behind the boarding house, which scared off the squirrels beyond letting us know that he and Watts compared animals and if they fit each other and Steven or not.

But, on that note, I'll be heading back to keep Steve from being completely overwhelmed with dogs and eagle. Have a good one!

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Don really wasn't sure what to make of all this.

On the one hand, he could understand it. Animal representations of people's souls were appearing. Humans were animals, if higher-order ones. He was intrinsically linked to Thor's soul, and Thor was a higher-order being than a human. Don even had his own daemon, currently crawling on the sugar packets and decrying artificial sweeteners, so it wasn't as if the universe was treating him as less.

On the other hand...

Thor sat down across the table and slid Don's drink toward him.

"It won't last," Don told him. One of them would snap back to the void eventually.

"No," Thor agreed. "If the pattern holds, this may be the last day. Perhaps tomorrow. But that does not mean we cannot enjoy it while we can. Drink your coffee."

Don picked his coffee up and took a sip.

Apple.

He raised one eyebrow at Thor, and Thor just smiled at him.

(Open Perk is open!)

thatwaslucky posting in

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Even with Varlo tagging along with her, Rey had to go to work. It should be a chill day for both of them, it'd be fine. He didn't even spook the gremlins, who, realistically, had probably seen this before in some capacity.

And he got his own pup cup so he was having an A+ day.

[Brain. You know? Anyway, open!]

hasaknightjob posting in

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The advantage of having a beach behind your home was that if you had an African Wild Dog that might want to run around outside, you had a great location for it.

Which was why Marc was on the beach watching Ziv - because of course that was Steven's daemon's name - run along the sand and splash her feet in the waves as they lapped on the shore. Would they need to worry about tracking sand and the smell of wet dog into the house? Eh, whatever.

Selene - because of freaking course - sat on Marc's shoulder.

"You can fly around if you want," Marc told her.

"I'm aware," she said, with that accent that was exactly like Khonshu's (because of course).

Marc shrugged the shoulder she wasn't sitting on. No business of his if she wanted to hang. Considering the talons, it was surprisingly comfortable for her to be resting there.

Marc hooked his thumbs in his pants pockets and watched over everything. On his shoulder, Selene did the same.

Minus the part about the pants pockets, of course.

[open. Conversation with Harley NFB please]

solo_sword posting in

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The amount of times lately Jag had called and probably been very glad that he was not there...

Jaina's daemon, a lioness named Sula, ruled. Jaina loved her. It was a little weird for a lion to be in the house but they rolled with it.

Harder to roll with was the fact that in addition to Sula, they had the twins' daemons. One was an otter, fine, the other was a horse. Not even a pony, a horse. Horses did not belong indoors. Dax was sleeping in the living room because they weren't dealing with stairs.

So they were spending the afternoon at the park. Maybe the whole day. The boys got to run around, while Jaina and her badass lion were going to sit and watch.

[Open!]

suitably_heroic

It was a nice, chill, not-too-cold and not-too-rainy New York fall day. A good time to be indoors, on a very rare gig- and festival-free Saturday, listen to some music, drink some cocoa, enjoy being alive.

Or to be hanging upside down off the back of the couch, staring at an artsy black-and-white picture of yourself standing on a Chinatown street corner with the words INTERVIEW WITH THE BOXER printed on it in large letters in the corner.

"I really don't know how this happened," Jack muttered, as the blood out of his extremities and into his head.

"They noticed us at Metal Fest last month, called you, came over, interviewed you, then made you stand outside looking serious for two hours while a guy took pictures," Dane called from the kitchen, where he was desperately trying to unwrap a frozen pizza.

"Ha, ha." He squinted at it, at the answer below the opening question - why they'd called the album 'Boxer'. "'I realized, I’m a boxer. I’m the guy who gets knocked down and gets back up. But I’m also the guy who has trouble sharing my feelings - I almost said fee-fees -, who’d rather hit back than open up.'," he read aloud. "Did I actually say that? Space. I sound like one of those internet kids. But pretentious."

"You also told them that you got knocked in the head a lot," Dane offered, "So I feel like you've covered most of your bases."

"And I told them I meditate," Jack muttered. "They're going to think I'm alt metal Enya or something."

"I did appreciate all the nice things you said about me," Dane said brightly. "I'm definitely bundling that mag up and sending it to Lana later, so you can't get out of it."

And just like that, Jack immediately rolled up the magazine and tucked it into his jacket. Yes, upside down. "Absolutely not!"

The plastic around the pizza finally came loose. "It's hilarious you think that's the only copy of Grindstone I got this morning," Dane said brightly. "I already put hers in the mail."

"I hate you!" Jack bellowed.

"You said you were graaaaaatefuuuuuul for me," Dane sing-songed, and popped the pizza into the oven.

"With partners like you, who needs enemies," Jack groused, and pushed himself upright. He stared back at the magazine again. 'Glazed Windows'. It’s complicated to talk about this stuff, right? About being in that place where you can’t go on, but you also know that you can’t stop. Of knowing you can’t fix the former, so you wind up hoping that everyone else around you will finally stop keeping you from stopping. Grappling with that. That’s all I can say about that song.

"I talk too much," he said, quieter. He could feel Dane smiling from the kitchen, but he didn't look up.

[[ open for phone calls, texts, or visits from she who lives near here now ]]

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Things were in a bit of a state at Over Easy, what with having to make sure they had options on hand for, oh, any random animal that might walk in the door with one of their humanoid patrons today, plus the staff all having their own animal companions to deal with. Raiden didn't know whose rhinoceros that was waiting outside the back door, and he was a little afraid to ask.

"Look, if the health department shows up just tell them to come back next week, all right? Well if something else is happening then we'll just deal with that next week--Effie! Effie, drop it!" His daemon gave him huge sad puppy eyes around several rashers of raw bacon. "It's better cooked!"

Efthumia spit the bacon out. "Oh, well, if you'll cook it for me..."

"Might as well." It wasn't like they could serve it to anyone else now.

Specials
Peanut Butter & Jelly Pancakes
Brunch Burger
Breakfast Grilled Cheese

Over Easy is open!

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Lydia: Good morning, everyone! I am of course Miss Lydia Bennet, here to bring you the news of yesterday, and accompanied by, shall we say, a representative of yesterday's news, Mr. Septimus.

Septimus: Just Septimus, dearest.

Lydia: Apparently just Septimus. Let's get on with it, shall we? Beginning with the school, where Driver's Education opted to watch a film rather than find a conveyance everyone's, ah, daemons could fit into. That was perhaps prudent. Weather & Storms discussed the difficulties of changing the weather, and was observed by Dr. Blake. I had no idea he was interested in meteorology.

Septimus: I rather think he's more interested in Lord Thor.

Lydia: Oooh, do you think so? I mean--there aren't any notes from the dormitory, yes, yes, the porg is sad, we all know how this goes, but there are from the town, where Dr. Quinn was fashioning a display of candelabras at Needful Things. Oh! I should stop by; you never know when you will need a good candelabra--and I see that Captain Flint and his--caracara friend...Ti--Tidreles? My apologies if I have mispronounced that, sir--well, they stopped by and purchased a candelabra. At the Trooper Station, Detective Watts was visited by Mr. Grant and his daemons--apparently he's got more than one. Well, who understands the island's little oddities? At her warehouse, Miss Skywalker had some difficulties convincing the local woodchucks her coyote daemon did not plan to eat them, although they may not have been reassured when Mr. Skywalker showed up with a lion. At Stark Tower, Lord Thor and Dr. Blake woke up in--well! I'm not reporting on that! Ah, let us say that they had the situation explained to them by Dr. Blake's daemon, and move along to elsewhere in the tower, where Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers awoke to--will you squirrels please stop spying on people's bedrooms!

Septimus: If people won't close their curtains, those of us who can see in their windows aren't responsible for what we see.

Lydia: I'm not sure I agree with that.

Septimus: I get the best gossip that way.

Lydia: ...like what? No, no, don't tell me until I've finished these notes. Let's see what I can say. Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers discovered the daemons situation, and discussed how their daemons are different from when this happened previously, and also building armor for the daemons. I hope they shan't have need of it. Miss Gale was at the park with her daemon, and was joined by Miss Williams and hers. Whilst Captain Flint and Tid--Tidreles? Tidreles were not out shopping, they were at The Ink Spot, of course, whilst Mr. Grant stopped by the Perk, where he was joined by Mr. Sims, who was wearing epaulettes.

Septimus: No, darling, I'm afraid you've read that wrong.

Lydia: Oh! His daemon's name is Epaulette. And here I was hoping the squirrels had finally started taking notice of fashion. Mr. James Stark was also present, and he and Mr. Grant discussed the whole situation with the daemons. It was quite the only topic of conversation yesterday, and I do expect that to continue. The last note I have--dearest, would you like to read this one?

Septimus: I'd love to! Mr. Sims and Epaulette visited the beach. How's that?

Lydia: Splendid.

Septimus: You could have given me a more scandalous one.

Lydia: They can't all be who woke up in whose bed, you know. Now, let's go find some brunch, shall we? I'm sure Mr. Raiden has some nuts and berries.

intheeyeofthebeholding posting in

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Epaulette might not be a real bat, but her eyes still worked best at night, and after lying on his shoulder for most of the day, Jon imagined she'd want to fly.

So he was sitting on the sand as the sun went down, watching this odd other part of his soul, however that worked, dart around the surface of the water and catch insects.

It was oddly soothing.

[Open beach!]

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What, was "Rudy" on cable last night?

. . . Yes.

The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

Trooper Station, Monday, Sept 22, 2025

Flight and Flying- Monday, 1st period

Pizza Planet, Monday

How Not to Drown, Monday, September 22, Period 3

The Magpie Emporium, Monday [23/09]

Cryptozoology, Monday period 2

Meme: DOMESTICITY

Fandom Radio- Monday, September 22

Pick Your Poison, Monday

Town Hall, Monday

Fandom Radio - Sunday (9/21)

The Perk, Sunday Morning

Stark Industries- Sunday

The Beach Behind Midnight Manor, Saturday Morning

The park- Saturday afternoon

Jack's New York City Apartment, Saturday Afternoon

Over Easy, Saturday

Fandom Radio, Saturday, September 20

The beach, Friday evening

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