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Pizza Planet, Monday

Raiden had finished writing the specials board for Pizza Planet and stepped back to admire it when he noticed there was a theme.

A very bacon-y theme.

Specials
Bacon & Crab Pizza
Summer Mushroom Pizza with Bacon & Pistachio Herb Vinaigrette
Zucchini Bacon Pizza

"Huh. Well, I'm not mad at it," he decided, then called back toward the kitchen, "Hey, make sure you prep some extra bacon. For snacks."

Pizza Planet is open! And full of bacon.

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@streets

Out and about around Fandom, Tuesday afternoon

Lucifer (the cat), Oliver, and Figaro had been living on the island more than long enough no to feel like they pretty well owned the place. Midnight was, after some wordless debate, willing to let them roam so long as they always came home at the end of the day and didn't try to hunt too much native fauna (or adopted fauna, leave that porg alone, Oliver!). Which was nice, since there were only so many different ways that a trio of cats used to occasionally zapping around the galaxy with other superhero pets could entertain themselves in a rented room, even one that could shift endlessly to suit their needs.

Which was all to say, Lucifer (the cat), Oliver, and Figaro were On the Prowl.

(And anyway, Oliver was just playing with that porg! They're friends, okay?)

They swung by the racoon brewery, wandered through the radio station, and were now headed down Godiva on the trail of an elusive gremlin when they happened across a few felines who clearly were not simply kings of their own island, but maybe needed a bit of guidance.

And thus did Remy LeBeau's hoard of cats expand -- temporarily -- by 100%. Remy would be utterly bemused to discover the three extra felines curling up on the cat tree when he got home this evening, but that one cat especially just looked so pathetic, how could he turn them away?

In the meantime, well. That porg was not having its best day.

[I mean, mostly I am just amused by superhero pets going adventuring. But yes, also this can be open. Especially to other island animals!]

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The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

Eric was not behind the bar tonight, thank you very much, and Tiny's coconut fort had gotten...almost defensible.

(Eric could read a calendar, and something always showed up around this time. Not that he would be hiding in a coconut fort, thank you.)

"I'm not drinking a piña colada," he told his bartender. "Nor will I get caught in the rain...and now I'm earwormed. I hate you."

Tiny made it worse by putting that song on repeat over the sound system.

The Devil's Nest was open, and the drinks probably weren't strong enough to make up for the soundtrack tonight. Sorry.

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Trooper Station, Monday, August 25

"I'm sorry that you don't like extremely hoppy IPAs," Steve was telling the irate person on the other side of the phone call, "but it's not actually illegal to put eight different forms of it into a beer."

He listened patiently. "Well. Soon it'll be time for pumpkin ale?"

That, apparently, was not the right answer, and now Steve was getting another earful.

The Trooper Station was open. Please don't have an opinion about seasonal beer.

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The Magpie Emporium, Monday [25/08]

Break weeks always had Vi at feeling a bit at odds with herself, like this was when they'd finally realise she wasn't supposed to be here or that something was going to happen.

At least she had plenty of work to keep herself occupied, especially because Saffron was still demanding she make up very moment of attention that she'd decided Vi had failed to give her.

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Infinite Consortium, Monday

Scrolling through her phone this past weekend while Ignis had negotiated interest rates with an Orzhov functionary (if it had been the advokist they'd met at Teysa's party, Liliana would have been tempted to tease him by calling it flirting rather than negotiating), had given her a delightful new idea for a surprise present. So, rather than actually doing any work around the Consortium, she was sitting behind the counter working on that. She technically had two employees, surely they could handle... anything that required handling.

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$over easy,
raiden

Over Easy, Saturday

There were extra peaches in the delivery today at Over Easy. Raiden wasn't complaining. Raiden was never gonna complain about fresh, in-season peaches. Besides, it wasn't an unmanageable amount or anything.

The zucchini, though...well, the zucchini was doing what zucchini in August did, but that wasn't the island being weird. That was his employees being desperate.

"Okay, listen up! You cannot get rid of your excess zucchini by sneaking it into the walk-in! I'm making a rule right now. What? Can you leave it in your coworkers' cars? Sure. That doesn't mess up our inventory."

Specials
Zucchini Pancakes
Goat Cheese & Summer Vegetable Quiche
Peach Crisp Yogurt Bowls

Over Easy is open!

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@warehouse,
rey

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

Rey was trying to do things. It wasn't going well because the woodchucks (and one porg) seemed to be talking about her, not subtly. They'd stand in a huddle and then stop chittering and look over at her, and then go back to it until the nxlext time they checked for her.

"You're being really distracting," she called, which only made them chitter loudly.

[Open! Slow!]

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$needful things

Needful Things; Friday

There was a new sign in Needful Things' window this Friday:

The store remained empty, and the proprietress (as much as Harley was that in any legal sense) was not in. Not in the store, and not even in the building, for the first non-hyena-walkies time since Tuesday morning.

It was, in one word...

Quiet.

(establishy and NFI, duh)

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Turtle & Canary; Friday [08/22].

Prompto was not from around here. Like, sure, most of the denizens of the island were not from around here, but a good handful were at least from this planet, or at least some universe's variation of it, and so they had a cultural touchstone for most popular ideas. And since Prompto had started going here in his teens and his world had a lot of similarities (still a little mindblowingly awesome that both this world and his had a Vivienne Westwood!), there were a lot of things that fell through the gaps that hadn't come up yet.

Like the Tooth Fairy.

And it apparently being National Tooth Fairy Day meant that Prompto was getting an education. From Apu, currently dressed as a Tooth Fairy, sparkling wings and pink tutu and magic wand and everything.

"Wait, so you actually tell kids to put their baby teeth under their pillow and that some magical creature comes into their rooms at night to exchange those teeth...from their mouth....with money?"

....Call him a bit skeptical. He was absolutely going to ask Liz about this later when he got home. Apu had to be making that up. Or at the very least, it was something specific to his particular version of Earth because there was no way...

At least it was distracting him from freaking out too much about next weekend, though!

Today's Squishy Flavors
Pork Bao
Pecan Torte
Red

Turtle & Canary is open! And confused!

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Plant Parenthood; Friday [08/22].

There had been a couple of large baskets of some honestly beautiful looking peaches in the common room that morning before Eleanor got ready to head to class and work, and so she'd grabbed several to enjoy throughout the day. It gave her a nice motivation through taking care of things around the shop, because as soon as she was finished, she could make herself a cup of tea, crack open the next poetry book she'd picked up from the library, and dig into the peaches she had left, surrounded by all of lovely plants and books and other things that filled the space.

It really was the small pleasures in life that were the most precious sometime, and now Eleanor also wanted to look more into other benefits of peaches other than just being, clearly, delicious.

Plant Parenthood is open! And peachy keen.

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Pick Your Poison, Friday

It had been a week. Pam was still ticked off, and the space underneath her ribs hurt even worse, and-- she was channeling all of it into her work. Because that was the healthy way to do it, wasn't it?

Eventually, blood draw exhaustion kicked in again. And again, she had to take herself downstairs, though her side really stung and she found herself clinging to the railing on the way down.

But Pam was nothing if not stubborn.

She held her chin up high, poured herself a glass of water in the back room, flipped the 'open' sign, and then dragged herself to the sofa.

It would pass. It always did.

(And then by afternoon, Harley-her-Harley would call, and she'd be out of here like a shot. Not yet, though.)

[[ open. Harley thread NFB ]]

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The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

The summery drinks continued to reign at the Devil's Nest, and Tiny was attempting construction of some sort of rampart out of coconuts to one side of the bar.

Thor thought it best not to ask.

Special
Batida de Coco

The Devil's Nest is open!

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$perk,
atton rand

The Perk, Thursday Afternoon

The first call came right as Jack was halfway into a Henley (in which he got stuck for an embarrassing thirty seconds, by which time the phone had stopped ringing). The second came as he was digging around for his keycard at the hotel desk (and then dropped it in his effort to get to his phone). The third followed right in the middle of his conversation with the barista at the Perk about the exact amount of sugar to dump into his giant coffee, which was now more sugar than caffeine.

And the fourth, the one he actually managed to pick up in time? Came while he was walking to a table with said very big, very hot coffee in hand.

"Rand," he managed.

"Trent bought a van!"

He was silent for a moment.

"Dane," he said, enunciating very clearly, "This could have been a text."

"Sorry!"

He sank down into a seat and immediately spilled sugar-coffee on his shirt. Sigh.

[[ open ]]

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Pixie Dust; Thursday [08/21].

There wasn't much going on at the store that day. No new shipments, everything was pretty neat and orderly, and so Luma was left wishing she'd brought with her a book or something. Thankfully, she now also had a phone, and so the majority of her shift was spent mindlessly scrolling through this and that, hoping to find entertainment or inspiration, but mostly just feeling like it was turning her brain to mush.

So she eventually just dropped her phone into a drawer to avoid the temptation and forced herself to go over to pick out a few new nail polishes and settled in to do her nails again. It was almost a ritual, at this point. And even though they weren't colors she would usually put together, she was oddly drawn to a combination of a pale pink (mauve, really), a pistachio green, and a dusky brown, which, oddly enough, left her kind of craving ice cream, and wondering if she should go get some after work and if she should go by herself or invite Eleanor to go with her.

Pixie Dust is open!

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The Photo Hut - Thursday

Liz was feeling a lot better after the last two weeks and had decided to try and do some inventory while she was feeling up to it before she sat down to work on the computer.

After she went through the store inventory and changed around some of the front display items, she sat down at the computer to do finish catching up on her spreadsheets, making note of the inventory and what new stock needed to be ordered. After that was spending the rest of the morning catching up on the admin work that she had missed over the last couple of weeks and that was keeping her pretty busy.

[the Photo Hut is open!]

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Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

Steven came into the Museum more subdued than normal. Not that there was anything wrong with him per se. He'd had a lovely week so far. And in theory the last thing that had happened to him at the Museum was a nice and incredibly helpful conversation with Liliana (herself so nice and incredibly helpful.)

It was just, you know, before.

So Steven was there, barring time for Stark's class in the morning, doing his work behind the Welcome Desk, and being...

Cautious, was all. Aware.

One might even say twitchy.

He was fine, really.

[open]

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Trooper Station, Wednesday - 8/20

Did you wanna know how expensive Legos were as a hobby? Really freakin' expensive. Danny was very much regretting his suggestion that Steve try those out in his slightly forced retirement hobby.

Not enough to change it when Steve actually seemed pretty interested. But. Close.

"How many boats can you even build here?" he muttered under his breath, shamelessly researching this while at work.

[open!]

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Furnado Animal Shelter; Wednesday [08/20].

There were three absolutely adorable new bunnies at the shelter this week, which meant that Prompto had a great opportunity to work with Noctra on getting them all set up and teaching her things about rabbits and what they needed, about why they may (or may not!) make a good pet for a person, and for her to actively be involved in all of that. She was a bit more invested in petting the bunnies and giving them new names and making up stories about them (most of them involving adventures to find carrots), but that was fine, too! Prompto wanted Furnado days to be educational, yes, but one of his favorite things ever was the chance to really give Noctra the chance to explore her imagination....mostly because he got to play around and explore his own imagination, too.

And he was definitely preparing himself for at least a week of Noctra wanting to wear bunny ears and hop around everywhere they went, too, and that was also great, because he could already see how much it would tire her out to make her more susceptible to naps. Also, if she ended up wanting to eat more carrots, too? Also great!

Win/win all around!

Furnado is open!

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Caritas- Tuesday

Tino had all sorts of ideas for movies for the upcoming weeks. Kitty had them planned, and she said so, but he was undeterred.

Which led to her saying a lot of things like, "I'm not sure anything rather NC-17 is family friendly?" or "No, we're not pulling a Death in a Fence series all night marathon."

It might be a long night.

[Open!]