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stykera posting in

Stark's shift was starting later today since he now had a class Monday mornings. That was fine. The clinic was generally quiet during his shifts (and other days as well).

He still brought the usual coffees with him. Caffeine was important to the wellbeing of all clinic staff. But new today was nearly all of a watermelon. Because he barely had time to eat any of it during his class activity.

"Can crabs eat watermelon?" he asked, glancing at Stabby who waa making grabby-claw motions."a little is probably fine."

He handed over a little bit of watermelon to the crab and then sat down with his coffee.

The clinic was open, smelling of watermelon and still decorated for the holidays, the crab was enjoying some refreshing fruit, and the alien waa in.

carbsliftthespirit posting in

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The Christmas decorations had come down at Pizza Planet, and Raiden felt like it was too early to decorate for Valentine's Day. This was why this stretch of winter sucked, he supposed.

Oh, well. At least they still had pizza!

Specials
Roasted Grape & Brie Pizza
Black-Eyed Peas, Collard Greens, & Sausage Pizza
King Cake Calzones

...okay, technically it was a day early for king cake, but Raiden wasn't much of one for rules. Pizza Planet is open!

sharp_man posting in

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Hannibal smiled at them. "Welcome, both of you, to Beginning Gourmet Cooking Techniques. This is a small class, then, but that simply gives us more time to focus on individual strengths and weaknesses. So, since today is for introductions, let us do that. I already know who you are, but I should like to know if there are dietary restrictions or preferences you have. Any allergies, religious objections, or so forth. Also, please let me know what experience you have in cooking and what you hope to take away from this class."

He nodded to the table at the front of the class. "And while we're getting to know each other, please feel free to help yourself to coffee or tea and to some French onion soup and coquilles St Jacques.

Hope neither of you cared about your cholesterol.

intheeyeofthebeholding posting in

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"Hello." Jon sighed. "I will freely admit this is another instance of 'the moose decides Mr. Sims needs to teach something ridiculous'. At least it's not tea again. I suppose I'll be getting together focusing techniques and such in the future, but conveniently, the first day is generally for introductions, and since we're the first class, you can't even have gotten sick of them yet."

He gestured. "So, just in case you don't know each other, let's do introductions. I am Jonathan Sims, he/him. I am from England in the present day. I've been teaching here for a few years, and generally enjoying it despite the moose's best attempts. Now you." He gestured at the first student.

throughaphase posting in

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The students in this class had been told to meet Kitty at the Danger Shop, which was made up to look like a house. They were outside at the moment, where the weather was nice, because they'd had to suffer through the picnic and that was enough.

"Good morning, and welcome to Tasks!" Kitty greeted them. "This is a class where I'm going to give you a task to do, and you have to figure out how to complete it in your own way. Vague, I know. That's because I'm trying for the element of surprise. Depending on the task, you might have the whole house and grounds at your disposal, maybe. You'll also be competing individually, but either in staggered times or all at once in different rooms so that you can't influence each other. At the end of class I'll let you all watch back everybody's turn.

"You'll score points for how you do on the task each week, and on the last day, the winner gets a special prize. For now, though, I've got some stylish coveralls for everybody, and you have any questions, save it for the lab."

giveittoyoursister posting in

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The break had been relaxing and refreshing for Vi, which made for an extra sense of chipperness as she opened the store.

It even lasted as she started going through the stack of orders from people who hadn't seemed to be aware that the store had been closed.

Saffron had been aware though. Aware that she'd been cruelly abandoned (with near daily visits that somehow didn't count), by her heartless humans who weren't even sorry.

joan_of_bark posting in

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Pam had spent the holiday weeks either doing the last few things she could for the swamp while she waited for winter to pass, or spending quality time with Harley. She had no regrets. But now that it was the new year, she did - finally - need to come in and check on her store.

"I know, I know, Adrian took good care of you, but let me check the nutrients in your soil for a minute anyway..."

Well, check on the many plants in her store, going from one to the other, mainly. Still, the door was unlocked, and the shelves were stacked, so... the store was open.

[[ open! ]]

deathsmajesty posting in

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Today's shipment was a pair of complementary goblets. The first one earned a sneer, the second a roll of her eyes. "Why do artificers always have more talent than taste?" she grumbled as she set them in the window, along with the day's sign. "Imagine, with those abilities, they might have created something actually pleasing to the eyes."

And then she was off to go ~~threaten~~ lecture the chair about behaving while her advisee was present. It was being particularly recalcitrant lately; with Dean absent, it was lacking in enrichment. Hmm. Perhaps she would tell Sairis one of his duties included walking the chair.

Chalices of Life and Death
The sweet taste of hope's promise and the bitter taste of life's only certainty...

Only certainty? Ha! She was proof that wasn't true.

throughaphase posting in

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Morning, and happy Monday! This is Kitty, back on the radio with your Sunday notes.

Hey, we've got some dorms notes!

*excited porg trilling*

In the second floor common room, Caleb was trying to figure out how it all worked, and Saris was similarly confused as they tried to work out the stove. *pause* *shuffling* *pause* Sorry, was just reading ahead to see if there were any notes about the fire department, which there aren't, so I'm guessing that worked out for them in the end!

And then in town, again, nothing from the fire station, but Gregorith was ready to welcome newbies to the museum, and Rey was being tortured at Stark's with Auld Lang Syne on repeat, which feels especially unfair on January 4.

Anyway that's all I've got. I am off to class, see some of you there!

thatwaslucky posting in

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Sometimes there was music at work that came from nowhere. Most recently it had been annoying Christmas music. There was no January music, so there were just different versions of Auld Lang Syne playing. Rey was in a constant loop of being irritated and then it fading into the background so she could get some stuff done, and then a version would come on that made her remember it was there and then she got irritated again.

Maybe she needed to start bringing earplugs. Or earmuffs. Something to save her ears. Anything.

[Open!]

mustbeawitch posting in

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No, you seem to be confused, I was here yesterday, I--oh, why do I expect drunkard rodents to keep track of the passage of time? We might as well get on with it. Good morning, everyone, it is I, Miss Lydia Bennet, once again, as the squirrels have awakened me and harried me into the studio at this incredibly rude hour. You may consider my hair thoroughly pulled. One day I shall hex them all, just you wait, but today I shall report yesterday's news!

And to our new residents, no, I am not funning you.

( Picnic Radio, Now With Bonus Zombie Horse )

not_a_haint posting in

fandomhighdorms

Sleeping in for Caleb generally meant an hour or two after sunrise, and his internal clock tended to wake him even if he didn't have an alarm or a rooster.

The night before, he'd glanced into the common room on his way to his dorm room, just long enough to see a couch, comfy chairs, and a kitchen. So once he was fully awake he came in to see about breakfast.

And found himself utterly baffled as to how most of this worked. That looked like a stove but he couldn't see how to light it. He at least recognized the icebox from pictures. Enough so that he knew to look there for milk.

Thank goodness there was cereal.

"Right. The future. Gonna have to figure some stuff out. I wonder if there's a manual for the new fangled fake lookin' stove."

[Open like an open post that is open.]

Current Mood: confused

apologizeswithpie posting in

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Gregorith had heard through the handwavy grapevine that there were new students, so on the off chance they wandered his way, he made doubly sure that the museum's maps and brochures and the like were where they were supposed to be.

He had walked to work disguised but once he'd gotten himself situated he decided to drop it. Unfortunately the possibility that he might scare them put him on edge and so he had on his resting stab face.

Current Mood: nervous

sairis posting in

fandomhighdorms

Sairis still wasn't entirely sure what was going on here or how (or if) he'd ever get back home, but after a stressful day of getting ready for a trip to the capital, raising a horse, a night of riding through a storm, and a day of whatever this was, he was more than ready to get to the room he'd been given and fall asleep.

He found the room and unlocked the door. Hm; he might have to do some wards there. Tomorrow. He walked in and blinked; it was easily larger than his master's room back home, though the two beds said he'd be sharing the space. Which might be awkward, when he was awake enough to think about it.

For now, he went to the bed in the left corner and dropped his bag on it, then dropped himself on it.

[Open post for the roomie or anyone dropping in!]

mustbeawitch posting in

fandom_radio

Good morning, dear listeners, and I am pleased to report that the squirrels have managed to scrounge up some actual notes for me today! Not very many, but any improvement is progress. Let's see...ah, they all seem to be from the town, which makes sense as the school is still on break. At Needful Things, Dr. Quinn was dismayed to realize she had missed the turning of the year, and shared her dismay via missives with Mr. Rand. Miss Skywalker started the new year off as she presumably means to continue, with training at her warehouse accompanied by Dean Skywalker, and at the park, Mr. Henry of Skalitz returned from his break with his new dog. A Christmas present, perhaps? Alas, the notes do not say, and that is all that I have, so I shall leave you for now. Enjoy the picnic, and to any new ears listening to this broadcast, welcome, and yes, it really is like this. Farewell!

bigdamnprincipal posting in

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It always felt like a bit of a stretch to call an event in January a "picnic," and the weather today wasn't helping with how seasonably cold it was outside. Thankfully, there was plenty of warm food to keep everyone toasty, along with as many carafes as The Perk would offer, filled with hot water for tea, light and dark roast coffee, and hot chocolate.

It was time to welcome in another new semester, everyone!

[Going OCD-free this time, stay warm together!]

thatsmysword posting in

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Henry had been halfway up the hill back to Pirkstein, his attention caught by a flash of yellow up by the gates - and then, abruptly, with a shout of "Henry!" still in his ears, he no longer was.

Instead he was standing in the middle of the park again, Pebbles by his side, the sunlight cut away to darker skies. He blinked, and then he sighed, deflating somehow, as if he hadn't been expecting this--

And then a loud barking cut straight through his maudlin thoughts.

"Mutt!" he said, surprised, staring at the brown-and-white dog as he sped past Henry and towards the sleeping flamingos. "...Mutt! Get back here! Don't scare the bloody--"

Welcome home, Henry.

[[ open! ]]

thatwaslucky posting in

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Once Rey figured out the trick to the popups that had been a thorn in her side for months, they were actually sort of fun? All the time she'd been worrying about the objects themselves was a waste of time when she should have been worrying about the space around the objects. That moved. That she could predict.

She'd started dreading running the course, but she was going at it pretty hard today. She wasn't doing anything to show off yet, but at this point not getting knocked on her ass felt like showing off.

[Open!]

totalwildcard posting in

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Harley shoved her sunglasses up to her forehead. "Wait, I missed it?"

Bruce, sniffing around the door, offered no answer.

"How do you miss New Year's Eve?!"

No, not to that, either.

But the narrative would wager a guess that the answer would've had something to do with a very complicated string of events that boiled down to running into some gal who knew a guy, who knew another guy, and then completely losing track of time in Atlantic City for several days.

However, the facts were that Harley was home now, as of about five minutes ago, and the store was technically open.

"Geez," she huffed, to Bruce, but really mostly just herself. "Turn your back for two seconds and the world sneaks all kindsa stuff right on past ya."

(open!)

intheeyeofthebeholding posting in

fandomtownies

Right. Continue as you meant to go on. Jon had spent much of the last few weeks holed up in his flat, cuddling Issa (who was about fed up with it now) and feeling sorry for himself for spending the holidays alone. That was enough of that.

Last night he'd made it to the party and actually talked to people, and today he was up early, dressed, laundry and cleaning done, and at the Perk.

And eyeing the drink the barista had given him a little skeptically. "Are you sure - I mean, I don't usually drink coffee if I can help it..."

"Pretty sure this barely counts as coffee. Just try it."

He did, albeit tentatively, and frowned. "I don't even taste any coffee."

She gave him a thumbs up and went to make the next person's drink.

Jon shrugged and sat down with his very much not tea (and not appreciably coffee, either) and a book.

[Open Perk!]

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Fandom Clinic, Monday 1/5

Pizza Planet, Monday

Beginning Gourmet Cooking Techniques, period two

Squirrel! Period one

Tasks!- Monday- 3rd period

The Magpie Emporium, Monday [05/01]

Pick Your Poison, Monday

Infinite Consortium, Monday

Fandom Radio- Monday, January 5

Stark Industries- Sunday

Fandom Radio, Sunday, January 4

Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning (Jan 4)

Fandom Museum, Sunday January 4th

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Fandom Radio, Saturday, January 3

Fandom High Welcome Picnic, Front Lawn of the School, Saturday, All Day

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Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

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