Random Event: Tis The Season!

Sep. 27th, 2026 03:59 pm
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Yes, it's FALL! And on Thursday, October 1st, that means pumpkin spiced lattes are going to flow from every faucet on the island.

And don't think you're safe when you're outside, either, because it's going to be raining candy pumpkins all day.

Enjoy this assault on your teeth (and/or your head)!

Fandom Museum, Sunday September 27

Sep. 27th, 2026 08:42 am
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The model of Fandom island wasn't made of clay. That had been Gregorith's original idea because it was his preferred medium, but he realized it'd be too heavy, though he had used it to make the molds. It wasn't to scale precisely, and he'd made himself draw the line at those lights that turn on when you push a button to indicate certain locations. Instead he'd made a key and marked out places of current and historical interest. The places where the island had expanded for instance.

Currently heavily wooded areas like the Preserve were just painted green, but he figured if he wound up staying after his year was up, he might try to add little trees.

He'd been here all night setting it up in a convenient spot in the lobby, but he'd pulled all nighters before in far more stressful situations. So he felt confident he could still facetime with Angel as she plied his wares back in the Afterlife for the craft show.

He hoped Cthulhu liked the birdbath.

Fandom Radio, Saturday, September 26

Sep. 26th, 2026 07:45 pm
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No, I am not late, you are all simply early. Why, because you live here, of course. Or at least I assume you do. Certainly you leave the place messy enough. Let's get on with it, shall we?

Good morning, everyone! Here I am to read you the news, courtesy of our drunken squirrel friends! I'm afraid they must have been quite soused yesterday, as I've not much in the way of notes to report, but at the school, Fun With Physics explored 'bumper cars,' whatever those might be, and in the town, Mr. Lebeau and Mr. James Stark discussed invasions in the park.

And that's it for me, so I'm off until next week! Farewell!

Blackwood Grove, Saturday Evening

Sep. 26th, 2026 05:06 pm
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The majority of Adrian's tomatoes had been harvested and ripened, which meant it was time for one of the best days of the fall: Marinara Day.

Adrian had a recipe for marinara that was the careful and painstaking work of nearly a decade of experimentation and refinement and, of everything he cooked, he was the most proud of his sauce, in all of its tangy, flavorful, umami glory. However, making it, in the sheer quantity that he did, was an all-day affair, starting in the morning with blanching (the tomatoes) and sweating (the onions), all the way through the day with the simmering, the caramelizing, and eventually the canning, using a truly absurd number of mason jars that promised a whole year's worth of delicious sauce for himself (and often others!) until the next Marinara Day came about.

Most years, he had done this by himself. He enjoyed the almost meditative calm that came over him, overseeing every part of the process; it was a full day's worth of work doing something he truly enjoyed. That being said, he hadn't been able imagine not inviting Rey to Marinara Day this year. He knew she would be excited to learn a new skill, eager to help, and, well...he'd gotten to the point where even the most mundane activities were made all the more interesting with Rey there to share them. And something this important to him...well, that made it all the more important that she be a part of it.

So he'd invited her over (not that they were often apart these days anyway) and it had been a full day of cooking, demonstrating, and soft domestic happiness that he'd been craving for years without realizing it. And the last of the jars sealed and put away, they'd settled down with a hearty dinner of spaghetti (made with the last of batch of today's marinara to be cooked) and each other's company...on the couch, because after a full day of being on his feet, there was nothing that sounded better than curling up with Rey and enjoying a relaxing evening.

Maybe a bath later in his garden tub...

[For the Lady Skywalker, please!]

Fandom Radio, Friday, September 25

Sep. 25th, 2026 09:15 pm
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Oh, you're back to bothering me, are you? Very well. This is Anakin Skywalker with the news of yesterday.

In classes, Violence for Fun and Fun beat up a clown.

*chittering*

Dummy. A clown dummy. That's less fun. In Anything but Cupcakes learned about pies. Pumpkin pie is disgusting and you can quote me on that.

In town, Steven and Watts spent their lunch hour discussing old dinosaur and dragon invasions. I stabbed a TRex through the head with a lightsaber once. It was pretty great.

Now I want to fight a dinosaur. Hmm. Maybe that's a weekend project.

Fun with Physics!

Sep. 25th, 2026 07:27 pm
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The students found themselves in a Danger Shop replica of the bumper cars at Coney Island. "It's time to find out what happens when two things collide together at speed," Steve said, grinning.

"Physics!" Tony added cheerfully. "Anyone who gets Captain Rogers wins an A for the day."

Tony, no.

"Hey," Steve said.

Tony beamed at him. "It's a challenge for the class."

"You get an A if you get Mr. Stark, too," Steve said. "Fair's fair."

Tony clutched his chest in an overly dramatic display of hurt into a swoon. "I'll allow it."

The park, Friday afternoon

Sep. 25th, 2026 12:19 pm
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It was far too nice a day out to stay cooped up inside, so Remy and his cats had headed out to get some fresh air.

Well, Remy was here for fresh air. His cats were here for sunbeams and attempted flamingo murder.

"Ah, Lucifer," Remy called, from where he was sprawled on a handy bench, watching the feathers fly. "Careful, homme, I don't think you want to end up in the drink."

Lucifer (the cat) paid him no mind, pounced at a flamingo, and ended up waving his orange tail amongst the cattails lining one corner of the pond. He crawled back out, dripping, and sat down to groom himself as though going for a swim had been the plan all along.

Remy, Oliver, and Figaro exchanged glances. "Uh huh," Remy said. "Sure you did."

[Open! It's been a Week. Who's up for role-playing pet antics with me?]
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“It’s fall,” Stark said. “Officially, here. Autumn if you prefer that word to the other. And in the fall there are often desserts that appear more frequently. Things made with apples and pumpkins, especially. And both of those make for excellent pies so today we have pies to eat and pie dough to make if you like. If you want to stay later and bake a pie with your dough that’s fine with me. I’m happy to help.”

“I looked up pie and found that the very earliest sort of pie was in ancient Egypt. So it’s quite old for here. It might be something interesting to look up at the library? Or they do have a lot of cookbooks there.”

“So. First off we have apple pie,” Stark said, revealing a warm apple pie. “This one only has one crust. It goes very well with vanilla ice cream and it’s best when warm, I think. You can use any sort of apples but some work better than others. And there are many, many kinds of apples. More than I realized.”

He looked at everyone and then set out a pumpkin pie as well. “I like the pumpkin coffee more than pumpkin pie myself but I do still like the pie. Especially with whipped cream. So. You can try one or both. And let me know which you like better, or maybe you don’t like either, or you can talk about other types of pie you do like. My favorite is chocolate cream.” Surely that was a shock, right?
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The bar was gone this week, and instead there was a dummy dressed like some kind of clown. "While a good, long fight can get the blood pumping," Cara said, drawing out the words. "Sometimes you just want to end things as quickly as possible."

"So, we're going to go with the weak parts on, well, most human bodies," Jane added. "Like the eyes! Or the throat!"

"The crotch." No, Cara wasn't going to be subtle about that.

"Or that," Jane said with a wince. "How about we practice? On the dummy."

"Remember, a good, hard, clean hit will drop someone the fastest, so don't hold back."
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Looks like it was another thrilling Wednesday.

Up at the School, Basic Bartending were having a good old wine, Keeping Your Advantage went to an active volcano, always fun, and Dungeons and Dragons apparently finally left the inn.

The Dorms were quiet again, some more, while in Town, Leda was eating on the Boardwalk.
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The museum got all sorts of catalogues that companies thought they'd be interested in. This week seemed to focus a great deal on ideas for children.

One about something called Bug Scouts got a rather clear vote of no from Blathers, so Steven put that one into the recycle bin.

Another was about interactive museum displays that encouraged little ones to learn. Steven took his time reading through that one. He didn't know if any of the ideas would get implemented in this museum, but if nothing else it was fun to imagine his and Llewellyn's possible children using such things.

Steven was, of course, interruptible should anyone need him.

[open]

The Boardwalk, Wednesday Evening

Sep. 23rd, 2026 05:57 pm
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Leda hadn't realized how much she'd missed Mooby's fries until she returned to Fandom and had them for the first time in...longer than she cared to contemplate. She'd felt only a little weird about first getting a burrito from the burrito place and then getting her drink and side from Mooby's.

She didn't feel guilty at all about using a bit of shield magic to keep the seagulls away while she enjoyed her dinner, and the cloudy fall weather. The food was good, but she still felt a bit moody, and appreciated the boardwalk and gloom for accommodating her. She liked strolling along, imagining herself in an old emo music video, and it amused her that at the same time she was eating.

"Maybe a Weird Al music video." she mumbled.

[Open!]
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“You’ve had a good night’s sleep at the inn, and you wake up early to accompany the merchant.” Jon started. “If there’s anything you want to do before you leave, let me know. Then you get started. The morning light is dim and there’s still dew on the ground. Under the trees, it’s dark enough to need lanterns. The birds are just waking up. It’s a pleasant morning.”
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Class met in the Danger Shop today, and when students arrived, they'd find themselves in a landscape that looked like something from a science fiction film. "Good morning, class," Ghanima said, apparently unbothered by how Trebor was running around on and climbing on rocky outcroppings of dubious stability. "And welcome to Mount St. Helens."

"Mount St. Helens is an active stratovolcano, most famous for its catastrophic eruption on May 18, 1980, at 8:32 am PDT which was the deadliest and most economically destructive volcanic event in the history of the United States," she stated. "Fifty-seven people were killed; 250 homes, 47 bridges, 15 miles of railways, and 185 miles of highway were destroyed. A massive debris avalanche caused an eruption, reducing the elevation of the mountain's summit from 9,677 ft to 8,365 ft and replacing it with a one-mile wide horseshoe-shaped crater."

( We are her children, we are in her care, Our kind destroyer. )
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Between the non-zombie band, the bright decor, and simulated clientele, this week's bar had a very brunch vibe.

"Wine," Aphra declared. "We're not going to get too into the weeds here, because it could be an entire semester on its own, but on this planet at least, wine is fermented grape juice, with different varieties depending on what grapes you use, if you keep the skins on, all kinds of things."

"And because we all have much better things to do with our time, we're going to try some of those instead of talking about them," Isabela said.

Fandom Radio, Wednesday 9/23

Sep. 23rd, 2026 08:03 am
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Good morning. It’s Wednesday again and I’m still Stark. And we have no notes from the porg for the dorms.

We had two classes at the school yesterday. Everyday Life Skills had to try grocery shopping with not very much money. And then Raiden took us to Rome for so much pasta. So much. It was delicious. And there was pizza. And dessert.

In the town Dante was on the roof of the Kwik Stop. With a cat? And then Kathy and her dog walked by to talk about when they were here before. But she stayed on the ground.

Later, still on the ground, Kathy was at The Devil’s Nest reading something on her phone and sending a text.

That’s all I have from yesterday for today.

Fandom Radio, Tuesday, September 22nd

Sep. 22nd, 2026 02:32 pm
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Hey there island. What up, it's ya girl Arden...wait. Did you lose the rest of the notes? Again?

*defensive chittering*

Oh don't give me that. Nobody is making you drink with raccoons. That's your own poor life choices at work.

Anyway, apparently all I have for you today is School notes because someone lost the rest in an ill-advised bar brawl at the raccoon speakeasy--I can't believe that's a sentence I just said out loud with my real mouth. So first we had Take A Hike! which involved...a movie and a questionnaire? Hiking's a lot more complex than I remember, damn. And then Playing Detective had us imagine what we'd do to throw the cops off the scent if we were murderers. I'll save my commentary for another time.

Anyway, that's it for notes, so this is ya girl, Arden Finch, signing off. It's a day late, but in honor of yesterday, gonna leave you with Earth, Wind, & Fire's September.

Devil's Nest, Tuesday Evening

Sep. 22nd, 2026 01:52 pm
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Kathy had her phone out, staring at a text string that had abruptly stopped one day. Well, not completely stopped. There were multiple messages from her after that last response. The first were concerned, leaning towards frantic, and then the slow realization that this number would probably never reach out to her again.

It hurt, the number of random disappearances from her life. The ones who left without an answer, a reason. At least in LA, if somebody stopped responding to your messages, you could just assume an ex had gotten them. In other places, it was just a lingering question with too many potential answers.

I miss you.

A stupid message to send, especially since she'd already accepted there would never be a response. But Kathy was aware she did many stupid things, and unlike most of those, this one was relatively harmless.

Message sent, she slid her phone back under the bar and went to stack more glasses. Tiny wasn't going to build the highest pyramid this week.
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"I know, I know, we could have spent the entire semester eating our way through New Orleans," Raiden acknowledged. "But that's also true about today's destination, because today we're headed where all roads lead: Rome.

( Italian food: more than pizza. )
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Dante was getting antsy.

The island had never been his favorite place in the world. And now he was here, for weeks, with nothing to kill and no hook-ups, just a lot of rattling thoughts in his head he couldn't get rid of.

So fuck it. He was going to lean into it. He was gonna go full nostalgia.

... and that's how he wound up on top of the Kwik Stop. Taking a nice seat, letting his legs dangle over the edge. Beer in hand. And--

"Holy cat!"

-- a very old cat settling down on the roof beside him.

At least he could play pretend with his stupid nerves for a while longer, if the universe was set on making his nostalgic dreams come true.

[[ open ]]
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Today the class would find themselves in a virtual grocery store. It would be hard to mess up buying groceries, right? Right?

Unless of course, buying groceries was one of the things your secret wife sent your droids to do, or your current wife mostly did via restaurant delivery app.

"You need to buy food," Anakin told them. "Apparently."

"You can survive on just ration cubes," Ahsoka said. "But I wouldn't recommend it. At all."

"There are worse things," Anakin said, "but not many. So today your task is to buy yourself tonight's dinner and tomorrow's breakfast and lunch, plus toothpaste and toilet paper. You cannot spend more than--" he looked to Ahsoka.

Ahsoka shrugged, it's not like this island made any economic sense to begin with. "Twenty dollars?"

"Let's say $37 because it's a prime number," Anakin said because that was as logical as anything else.

It should be becoming increasingly clear that Jedi had different priorities when it came to 'everyday skills'.

"Go shopping," Anakin commanded, "and then show us what you bought."
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There was an old school TV and VCR/DVD set up in the room today in addition to the coffee and breakfast goodies spread, and Leda, looking only slightly less frazzled than she had in previous classes.

"I had intended...well a lot of things but you know what they say about the Fates, they're assholes. Well that's not the actual phrase but laughing at someone because you know their plans are gonna get derailed is an asshole thing to do.

"I was going to intersperse movie days as a metaphor? for the Zero Day. When you just take a break and don't log any miles. Zero miles, zero day. See I know the slang. But every movie I thought of showing, because they're about hiking, had something that hit me a little harder than I expected, so I wanted to check with you guys first.

"I've a questionaire for you to fill out in private if you like, but in the meantime let's talk more about why someone would do something as seemingly insane as walking thousands of miles in some cases, for seemingly no concrete purpose."

She perched on the desk, like a cool adult.

"The protagonists in the movies we may or may not watch are doing it for a variety of reasons, but it seemed like using the journey as a mourning ritual is a common theme. Three of them...okay one of the movies is about the van life, not hiking but it still seemed relevant, had lost a loved one. One of them lost their home. Two of them were trying to get clean.

"The Way of St. James, is that right, I'm always thinking I'm naming it wrong..." she double checked her notes, "Yeah that's the English translation. In Spanish it's the Camino De Santiago, is literally a pilgrimage, but it's not always hiked by believers.

"As I think I told you when we all first met, I myself am at a big ol' Midlife Crisis Point. I was doing a job...that was a hereditary position, for most of my life. I didn't want it, I'd hoped to retire someday but again, those fucking Fates. By Elven standards I was still a child when I got the job. I hadn't really gotten a chance to know who I could be if it was left up to me. Now it is. So if I go, I'm hoping that the time out in the wilderness, with only my family and maybe the occasional wild animal for company, will help me figure stuff out.

"Anyone else want to share a vague personal reason for maybe going on such a journey? Or not so vague, this is a safe space."

The Questionaire:( content warnings )

Playing Detective, Monday

Sep. 21st, 2026 01:46 pm
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Today, they were back in a classroom, and Dante was perched on the desk. Wearing a set of oversized jeans this time and an old Ramones t-shirt - the best Ada could do on short notice, but hey, it was probably better than him showing up to class naked.

"There's not actually one place to start with an investigation," he said. "In case you guys missed that last week."

Hey, at least one of them had asked pointed questions about it. Might as well.

"You can do a lot to try and preserve a crime scene, 'course. Taking pictures is one of 'em," he nodded at Arden, "but there's also, like. Who the fuck are your witnesses talking to? Are they getting a story straight? Are you taking so much time wandering around with a camera that they've told the story four times and whatever version they're telling now is miles from what they actually saw? Who the fuck knows. And which version of the story are they gonna remember when anyway? Is it gonna be clearer later, or vaguer?"

He shrugged.

"And you can manage all that," he said, "And still miss something important. It's real easy to get fixated on one thing or one story or whatever, too. Before you know it, you're five miles down the highway with your pants on backwards."

Or racing after a demon biker, either or.

"So I figure we're going to practice doing this backwards this week," he said. "Think about the crime scene from last week. Come up with one way you'd use to throw a detective off the scent if you were the murderer. Then pick a classmate and tell them about it. See if they think they'd notice what you'd do."

Fandom Radio, Saturday, September 19

Sep. 19th, 2026 03:07 pm
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Good morning, everyone, and welcome once again to yesterday's news...today! If you had lived in England in the 1810s, you would appreciate the speed of this turnaround on your gossip--and without ever leaving the house!--a great deal more, I just wish to say.

Let us begin with the school, where Fun With Physics dropped eggs off a building. For...reasons. I don't know, I don't know what a physics is. Mr. Dante</>--a new name to my broadcasts, welcome, sir--sat on the school walls drinking beer. As one does, I suppose.

In the town, at the
Trooper Station Detective Watts received a delivery, and Miss Skywalker relocated a cabinet to her warehouse. And that's all the news I have, so I'm off. Until next week, dear listeners, farewell!

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

Sep. 18th, 2026 05:45 pm
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Rey wasn't spending a ton of time at her place, which might have been why she only really considered the giant weapons cabinet that had been there since she left Beau's universe with an arsenal. She liked it! But she hadn't used the weapons since then.

So, thanks to some handy telekinesis, she'd brought the cabinet down to the warehouse. This had to be a better place for it, right? There'd nearly been an incident around the ice at the door, but it was okay.

She got it set up and surveyed the area... and decided it needed a woodchuck-proof lock.

Fandom Radio, Friday, September 18

Sep. 18th, 2026 08:12 pm
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It's Friday morning, so here's what happened yesterday:

In classes, Violence for Fun and Fun started a bar fight, and Belle was listening to a gremlin recommending other books to other gremlins.

That's it?

*chittering*

Stretch it out, huh? In 2016 some guy in Ohio sent a better picture to a police station in Ohio because he thought the mugshot they were circulating for his arrest wasn't flattering. Because criminals are stupid.

*chittering*

Well, I don't care if that's not what you meant. McGarrett out.

Trooper Station, Friday

Sep. 18th, 2026 10:49 am
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The Troopers were all clustered around Calvin's mobile telephone today, snickering at something. Near as Watts could tell, the amusement stemmed from some sort of game the Troopers were playing involving building settlements of some sort, and Calvin had designed his to evoke particular vulgar imagery.

[ooc: inspired by a new base-building feature introduced in a game I play, where multiple people immediately started using the road pieces to draw dicks.]

Fun With Physics - Friday

Sep. 18th, 2026 09:21 am
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The danger shop was done up to look like downtown Manhattan for the class. Specifically the spot just outside of the actual Stark Tower there.

"Welcome back, everyone! Hopefully you've been hard at work on your first project," Tony said.

Steve nodded. "The safe spaces for quail or ostrich eggs," he added, just in case muns had forgotten students needed the reminder.

"You'll still have the option to drop from halfway up the building--" Still very high up. "--or the top of the building. We'll leave that up to you."

Tony knew which one he'd pick for sure.

"Did you make an apparatus?" Steve asked Tony with a small grin.

"I did!" It flew. And had an AI. Tony. Tony, no.

"Well, you can go last," Steve said, grinning. "Who wants to go first?"
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Bob Barbas had taught Dante a valuable lesson about the value of a different perspective, once. Maybe it was that that drove him to Loon Drive that morning. Or maybe he was just sick of staring at the walls of his hotel room.

Who knew?

He'd gone there, was the thing. He'd packed beer. He'd taken one look up at the tall wall surrounding the school grounds, and then he'd pushed off. Taken a jump, taken another jump in mid-air, and landed right there. On a choice spot, on top of the wall.

He sat down, legs dangling off the edge on the townside, and peered down.

Well. It was definitely a cool angle, at least. He cracked open the first can and took a thoughtful swig.

"At least I feel like the early bird."

[[ open ]]

Library, Thursday 9/17

Sep. 17th, 2026 12:04 pm
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There was a gremlin standing on a shelf enthusiastically recommending books to other gremlins. And anyone else who might happen to walk by, presumably.

Belle was intrigued but had other things to deal with first. Like the piles of graphic novels that has seemingly sprung up overnight in that section.
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The Danger Shop looked like the tavern from this week's Bartending class. Was this because Aphra had been too lazy to make her own sim from scratch and just edited Cara and Jane's one? Quite possibly, yeah.

But it was a case of sharing is caring! Maybe!

"So, this week we're going to try and actual fight. Still simulated, but it's not a bag anymore," Jane said. "It's people!"

Fake bar patrons loitered around them in the fake bar, being served by NPCakin.

"Obviously you should do your best to de-escalate," Cara said, in a tone that sounded a lot like she was reciting a legal disclaimer she'd been forced to memorise. "But some people just need punching."

To the surprise of absolutely no one, poor NPCakin went flying over the bar with a crash.

"Please don't try this in the bars in town!" Jane added quickly as the brawl began.

"Have fun." Cara considered mentioning that the simulation was set to ignore powers, but she figured it'd be funnier if they found out on their own.
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Let's see what everyone was up to yesterday.

Up at the School, Basic Bartending starts everyone off with beer, the other coffee, Keeping Your Advantage flash froze the students, and Dungeons and Dragons had a lot more merchants than either of the former.

The Dorms continued their quiet streak, while in Town, Gray was back to waffling things at Over Easy.
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"Welcome back," Ghanima said as the students entered the Danger Shop. She was standing beside two large trunks. Trebor was dressed in a snowsuit and boots, and was climbing on top of them and giggling. "Today, we're going a bit farther north than many of you, myself included, are accustomed to, myself included."

She pressed a button on the remote, and suddenly the students would find themselves surrounded by snow. "Welcome to the Arctic!" Ghanima said cheerfully, apparently unbothered by the sudden drop in climate, though she was already moving to catch her mountain goat of a child.

( There are strange things done in the midnight sun / by the men who moil for gold; / The Arctic trails have their secret tales / That would make your blood run cold )

"Now get to work," she said, opening the second chest to distribute tools to the class before taking a knife for herself. She wasn't going to ask the students to do something that she was unwilling to attempt herself. "Feel free to work solo or in groups. I programmed the room so that we've got one hour to dark, and you don't want to be caught out without a place to sleep."
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Jon sat down and got right down to it.

"Once you've all introduced yourself," and without even a bar fight...so far, "a man approaches you. He's dressed like a well-to-do merchant. 'Greetings,' he says. "'You all look like you could handle yourselves in a fight. I'm headed north, and there are rumors of bandits. Would any of you be interested in accompanying me as guards? I can pay handsomely.' What do you say?"

Over Easy, Wednesday

Sep. 16th, 2026 10:32 am
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"No, I--I understand that you still have a lot of coconut left over from the weekend. I just--does it need to be whole wheat? That sounds...healthy."

Will It Waffle? Wednesday Special
Whole Wheat Coconut Waffles


Over Easy was open and Gray was losing.
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Today the Danger Shop looked more like a rustic tavern, albeit one with several sets of very out of place modern taps.

"So, basics," Isabela said. "You cannot go more basic than beer. Everywhere you go, someone will have a beer for you. Even if it's a barely drinkable homebrew."

"It's pretty much the first thing people start brewing," Aphra added, with all the authority a rogue archaeologist could bring to the table. "You got grain, you got water, you got all those yeasts floating about the place, and boom, bread and beer for your fledgling civilisation.

"Now eventually you get fancy with it, get styles, get regulations, get people pushing those regulations, but in the end, it's grain, water, yeast."

"We've got a range of styles on tap for your to try," Isabela said. "None of them homebrew. As well as some recipes for cocktails if anyone is feeling adventurous."

Fandom Radio, Wednesday 9/17

Sep. 16th, 2026 10:07 am
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Good morning. Wednesday again so I’ll tell you about Tuesday once more.

At the school, Every Day Life Skills practiced packing for a trip without packing much. In Food Adventures we went to New Orleans.

Nothing from the dorms. Has anyone checked on the porg lately? I do have notes from the town.

Sairis found an octopus at the Infinite Consortium. The squirrels did not say if it was a magic octopus. Kitty was very pleased to be at work and not at home last night even though Tino was there. Or maybe he wasn’t? Maybe that’s why she was happy to be there. And then at The Devil’s Nest Kathy was studying and then Pam arrived for a drink and there was a discussion of the word biodynamic but I have no idea what that’s supposed to mean for wine.

That seems to be all for yesterday, today.

Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

Sep. 16th, 2026 02:27 am
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It was autumn! Adrian's favorite season. The days were still hot here in Baltimore, but in Massachusetts, he knew the air would be crisp, the leaves starting to change, the very earth changing beneath his feet. But even this small garden could feel the change in seasons, and so he was here, chatting with the plants and preparing them for the coming chill.
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Yeah, Arden had gotten hooked on a completely ridiculous show, The Turncoats. One of those TV shows with people competing for money by doing crazy missions and then trying to find the turncoats in their midst who are secretly 'killing' other contestants at night. There were versions from the Netherlands, UK, US, Canada, and Australia, and they all had multiple seasons. It was pure cotton candy and stupid, and she was obsessed.

So yeah, that was what she was doing on her shift. Watching the next few episodes, complete with running commentary. "Goddess, did you really just betray her too? You're the fucking worst."

Infinite Consortium, Tuesday

Sep. 15th, 2026 06:46 pm
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Sairis set up his sign in the window, dusted the shelves, then eyed the box for this week. It was...leaky.

Edging closer to it and avoiding the trickle of water from one corner, he opened it up.

He blinked.

An octopus blinked back from its tank inside the box. Then it reached out with one tentacle and closed the box back over itself.

Sairis went to do something else.

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