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"Good help is hard to find," Aphra announced to the class. "Which is a problem because you're gonna need it, since even someone as awesome as myself needs back up from time to time, and since you want to be the helpee instead of the helper, because, trust me, the latter is never a good idea, you're going to need to learn to recognise that good help when you see it."

"So, mock interviews, I've assembled a short list of candidates and you get to pick the best one." Or least worst. Because that was more likely.

Turtle & Canary; Tuesday [07/25].

Jul. 25th, 2017 09:04 am
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There was a bean problem at Turtle & Canary.

Thankfully, it was not like last time, when the "unicorns" had gotten into a bunch of baked beans and the results were like something out of a some horror movie about deadly noxious gas, but rather it was simply that there were too many of them. One would think, with such dexterous sticky fingers as the Merchant of Miracles had, he'd be better at typing in orders, but he always seemed to place that pesky decimal in the wrong place.

So there were a ton of beans, and the unicorns were eyeing them, so the Merchant knew he had to try to move them fast. Of course, he could just put them on sale, but, surely, there had to be another way. So with a little quick thinking, he whipped up a sign for the window.

Now at T&C!
*Magic only if you believe hard enough

Yeah. That should do the trick!

Today's Squishy Flavors
Black Bean
Navy Bean

Turtle & Canary is open!

Needful Things; Tuesday [07/25].

Jul. 25th, 2017 08:53 am
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The last thing Summer expected to find when she was cleaning up and rearranging at the store today was a potential gift for her mother, and yet there it was, in all its very specific glory.

At least it seemed pretty cheap, but, man, they kind of made something for everything, didn't they? Especially when she later came across something that was weirdly specific and appropriate for her dad, as well.

"People actually spent time making these," Summer marveled to no one in particular, because, really, it was too mind-boggling not to voice some sort of disbelief.

Needful Things is open!

[[and OCD free!]]

meme: potential journals!

Jul. 24th, 2017 09:52 pm
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Yes, we did this in April and I'm the one who posted it and I DON'T CAAAAARE. We've moved to Dreamwidth and it's app season so let's party! I wanna see some of the new journal names you've dreamed up! Show me the shiny!

Pop in your potential future journals and show everyone you might play off! Encourage and enable those characters that you see and you want others to app! Have fun!

Covent Garden Flowers, Tuesday

Jul. 25th, 2017 08:13 am
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Nathan was squinting a little at a shipment of apology cards that had just come in. He was mostly certain that Peter had placed an order last week, after all of the odd apologies that people had been making in the wake of that weekend. But it looked as though the supplier had either mixed something up, or sent a few hundred bonus cards for them to use, as well.

He gave them a call just to be certain, and the answer he recieved was something along the lines of, "For your company's good business. Where else are we going to be able to sell some of those?"

Nathan had to admit that the customer service rep had a good point, and hung up the phone to resume looking, baffled, at the cards. They had room to store them, sure, but he was having difficulty coming up with a situation where they'd actually get to use very many "I'm sorry you spent a few days as a racecar" or "I'm sorry for the loss of your tentacles" cards.

[OOC: And open!]

Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday

Jul. 25th, 2017 08:06 am
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So, there were these puppies that Karla had brought to the island, now. Trained therapy dogs? And Zack had promised that he'd make sure they weren't left alone while they got used to life on the island instead of in Glacia. A member of the vet staff had been gracious enough to spend a little extra time with them this past week, and was now assuring Zack that they were utterly charming.

They were also puppies. Clumsy, floppy, roly-poly puppies. Which meant that Zack was totally letting them explore the front room of the shelter, their little noses going a mile a minute as they tried to figure out what was what. This place still had so many smells they weren't used to.

He had a sign in the window now, advertising cuddle therapy sessions free of charge to anybody who just wanted to be buried under dogs. Come on in, take a seat, and let the little bundles of puff do thier thing!

[OOC: Open! Come on in and doggo!]

Dite's Decadent Delights, Tuesday

Jul. 25th, 2017 01:56 am
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So, Kathy had made the mistake of stopping by the diner before heading to work today. And then she and the busboy'd had a twenty minute conversation about the new dating game that was making the rounds and by the time he'd finished explaining the premise (You're a dad! Trying to date other dads! While your daughter teased you!), she was already committed to buying the game.

The rest of breakfast had involved getting the non-spoilery breakdown of the dads (she already liked Coffeeshop Dad and Knife Dad sounded hilarious) while Steam downloaded the game.

And now she was at work, perfecting her dadsona, and to figure out which dad to romance just from the backyard cookout alone.

[No OCD]
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"So last week was too hot and the week before was too cold," Anakin said. "So I've picked the geographic center of the United States today. Welcome to Belle Fourche, South Dakota, where it's going to be 93 degrees today--or 34, depending on which thermometer you can understand. We'll...find something to do."

Oh, you poor children.

Monday, Covent Garden

Jul. 24th, 2017 09:54 pm
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Shiemi had a new book! Or rather, an old book. While home on a mission, she'd found a copy of a book called PLANT LORE, LEGENDS, and LYRICS. It was written using even older texts and stories and Shiemi may have been reading it ever since she got back to the island.

"Listen to this one, Nii-chan!" She'd found yet another bit to read aloud to her poor demon familiar. "According to a tradition of the Arabs, the Melon is to be found in Paradise, where it signifies that God is One, and that Ali is his true prophet. Sebastian, a Roman traveller of the seventeenth century, recorded that on Mount Carmel, in the Holy Land, he had seen a field of Melons which had been turned into stones by the curse of Elias."

She frowned. "Wouldn't a field of stone melons just be boulders?"

Though she was curious about the curse of Elias... whatever that was. Turning plants into stone sounded interesting.

[NOW IN TOWNIES and Open! Feel free to come bother her! She promises to not read aloud to you. Although it is really interesting.]

Fandom Radio- Tuesday, July 25

Jul. 24th, 2017 06:56 pm
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It's Tuesday, so I have the news for the day, and luckily there's not a lot because I will remind you that I did not choose this job as much as I was kidnapped into it. Weekly.

At school, Holidays class learned about Thanksgiving and told the class what we're thankful for. Getting to Know Your Own Backyard took a portal to see Halley's Comet, and Science class... threw things at birds. I... I'd advise against that. Oh, and in the library, Gratuity took issue with the editing of the book she was reading.

And in town, Verity and Tiny were at the Devil's Nest, doing some sort of... escape thing. At Demon Marcus, Alluka debated seeing more than the inside of her room, and at Luke's, the kitchen staff tried to decide what Eliot's... dadsona? would be.

I'll leave you on that note, to Google if you need to.

Lukes, Monday

Jul. 24th, 2017 02:21 pm
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The staff, kitchen and wait-, were all clustered together by the lunch counter today, discussing something called "dadsonas". Eliot was pretty sure he didn't want to know.

"Hey boss!" the busboy called. "What would your dadsona be?"

"Firing you if you don't get back to work."

"Oooo, hardass dad." The busboy shook his head sadly. "Not great for the kid, but I bet you could win over some of the other dads, if they're into being dominated."

"He should be a cowboy dad," one of the servers suggested. "And date the goth dad."

"Nooo, history dad! Then he can turn the guy's teenage dirtbag son around!"

Eliot growled under his breath and fantasized about having a staff that actually bothered to listen to him, anymore.

Today's specials
Tuscan porterhouse steak with red wine-peppercorn jus
Broiled asparagus with garlic
Garlic, basil, and bacon deviled eggs

Luke's was open.

Library, Monday

Jul. 24th, 2017 02:10 pm
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The book Tip was reading during her shift today was really interesting, a neat play of the way two different people observed the same event from different angles and through different lenses, but it still had some issues.

". . . Why did she just call that guy by his name? He hasn't been introduced to her yet."

For instance, it had not been well edited.

She checked the spine of the book, and sure enough, it was done by a big publishing company instead of being self-published or even from a small press.

Really now. The book world was just getting lazy.

[looking at you, HarperCollins. Open!]
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The classroom smelled amaaazing today as the students arrived, and the teachers, for once, were not in some form of costume. "Welcome to Thanksgiving," Steve said. "There's pie."

So much pie.

"We didn't make it," Tony said quickly. "Purchased from the store."

It was important to say, okay?

"Thanksgiving is the holiday that we are meant to celebrate the arrival of the pilgrims in this country, though there are a few issues with that about the, uh, whole fact that people were actually here before then and a very long and ongoing history of subjugation and genocide this country committed against them--" Wow, Tony got that all out pretty quickly. "--also the night before the holiday is considered the biggest drinking day of the year somehow."

He was such a downer.

"I didn't know that," Steve said, looking a little surprised. "It makes sense, though. Thanksgiving tends to a holiday where you spend a lot of time in a room with your extended family, and sometimes people need to, um, prepare for that."

Tony nodded with all the enthusiasm of someone who had indeed needed some of that liquid courage for family gatherings. "There is too much food, a parade, and I've been told some people watch football too."

"We'll skip the football today," Steve said, "but parade watching is essential." These were two New York boys, after all. "And then we can eat turkey and potatoes and rolls and pie and more pie and go around the room and say what we're thankful for this year. That part was something my mother always made us do before we could eat."

Shockingly they were going with the healthy family tradition out of the two of them, yes.

"I am thankful for good friends," Tony said to give them an example of it.


Steve grinned at him. "We were never allowed to repeat what other people said," he said, "or I'd say the same thing. I'm thankful for...the many ways people can stay connected now."

Most of which had been made for him by Tony.
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"Birds are weird."

These were Philomena's first words to the class, as the little chicken roamed about and hopped onto desks and stuff. "Some say birds are secretly dinosaurs that hid and pretended to be something else so the asteroid wouldn't notice them. They say old dinosaurs were growin' bird feathers millions of years ago. But that sounds like a load of horseshit, dinosaurs look like naked goblins with giant heads, we've all seen them on the telly. Actually think there's one living in Brixton right now."

A pause.

"Or that might have been my gran," she mused. "There's just no way to tell."

She eyed the chicken again. "Anyway, birds are weird. They float in the sky, and nobody knows why," she said. "It's this unknowable, impossible thing, like they're from Hairy Pawter or somethin', some evil bird magic. Some wonder if birds might come attached with tiny strings and we just can't see 'em so good. Or maybe they're not flying at all, they're just walkin' 'round the floor with mirrors to confuse us all, the right bastards."

She'd lived with a chicken for months. She knew they were bastards.

"If you ask me, they're just flagrantly spitting in the face of science," she said, stone-faced. "So I want you all to spend today showing the birds that what they're doing is impossible and they should really be dropping out of the sky now." Beat. "By throwing things out the window."

She pointed at the window. "Grab whatever you've got," she said gravely. "Let's prove to these bastards things can't actually fly and airplanes are myths."

The chicken had pooped on her pillow that morning.

Demon Marcus, Monday

Jul. 24th, 2017 07:15 am
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She and Ringo hadn't talked about it since the beginning of summer, but today, for some reason, Alluka was back to pondering what it would be like to explore her own world.

"I don't even know if it'd be fun," she confided to Mr. Bubbles, as she sorted through the newest stock for things that she liked and things that she was going to put on the shelves. "But it probably would be. There's got to be a lot of things beyond my room, right?"

Mr. Bubbles, having never seen her room, wasn't sure of this.

"Don't worry," she said, trying on a floppy beach hat. It fell over her eyes and, as she pushed it back up, she continued with, "We'll talk with all the others about it tonight, too. They'll make sure you and the other newer ones are filled in about what it was like."

Demon Marcus is Open!
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"Come on," Hera said, grinning at them, "no time to waste! We're actually taking a portal today."

She continued as they settled in. "We wanted to explore a local comet, but there are over five thousand around the place, so we did a bit of searching through the 'internet' here to find an interesting one. Halley's Comet seems to be the one most people around here are familiar with, so we wanted to head there, but right now it's way out past the solar system and wouldn't have a tail."

Comet Day! )

Fandom Radio, Monday, July 24th

Jul. 24th, 2017 06:41 am
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I walked in to the station this morning to see two squirrels wearing little conical hats instead of their usual fedoras. I'm not sure what that's all about, but now they're--


... Now they're blowing on little tiny noisemakers. So it's a good thing I don't have many notes. I can read these off and get out of here before I get one to the ear or something. Fortunately, the squirrels didn't bother to wander past town yesterday. Unfortunately, they did bother with Luke's, where the staff relentlessly mocked me for my taste in music, which Summer explained was probably because of the name of it - I'd tell you all, but the squirrels tend to beep that one out on me anyway - and Hera and I talked about Earth being weird and the possibility of arranging a group trip to the mainland for non-humans who have been curious about the place. Sparkle was doing managerial stuff at Demon Marcus when he got a call from Leto and they chatted about last weekend's weirdness. And something about a friendship song? See, and they call my music weird.


Come on, guys.

Jono opened the Boards for band practice yesterday, and totally failed at arguing about music with Dante before talking about why he was in a good mood. He also chatted with Dr. Lecter about composing music together later. And how many puns were acceptable in any one song. Finally, at the Park, Lucille was reading a book in the shade. Sounds like a good way to spend the day, really.

That's all the notes I've got, and now the squirrels are offering me a tiny conical hat and a noisemaker, too. Sorry guys, I'd love to stick around for whatever this is, but I have a class to teach. Maybe next time.

Devil's Nest, Monday

Jul. 24th, 2017 02:46 am
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Verity stood behind the bar, mouth bound with a strip of duct tape, and more tape wrapped around her wrists which were tied in front of her. She cocked a blond eyebrow at Tiny, who was grinning fit to kill, the roll of duct tape in his hands. An Aeslin mouse in a surplice decorated with eraser pieces and bird bones stood on the bar, its tiny paws resting lightly on a stopwatch.

"Okay!" it declared, voice high and reedy. "The Pact has been Sealed! Hail! The Arboreal Priestess must Free Herself from her Bonds before Two Minutes Has Elapsed or her Evenings Will Be Forfeit for Twp Weeks!" Behind the gag, Verity rolled her eyes but nodded. "And does the Arboreal Priestess Indeed Triumph, there will be Silence in the Bar for the Next Week! Hail!"

This time it was Tiny who rolled his eyes, but he also nodded.

"On your mark...get set...HAIL!"

One minute and twenty-seven seconds later, Verity was smirking at an astonished Tiny. "Look, amateur hour, you bound my hands in front of me. And duct tape is terrible for tying someone up. I would have been done faster, but I didn't feel like losing skin." She grabbed the duct tape from him before he could react and pulled off a decent length. "Man, I'm going to love the peace and quiet around this place."

The Park, Sunday Afternoon

Jul. 23rd, 2017 05:36 pm
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Obviously Lucille wasn't feeding the ducks. Instead she was sitting on a bench, trying to read a book, while nervously fiddling with a letter to her brother. She hadn't received a reply to her previous one, and while she could think of a number of reasonable reasons for that, it had her worried.

She should have stayed indoors. Going outside in this heat didn't make anything better, even though she had found some shade beneath a tree. At least that was something. That annoying piece of rock had thrown her umbrella into the ocean.



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