theworst_verine

There was a soggy-looking raccoon in the cells when Watts arrived this morning.

"Drunk and disorderly?" he asked Calvin.

"Mostly the second thing," Calvin confirmed. "Haven't figured out how to tell a drunk raccoon from a sober one, if I'm entirely honest."

You know what? Fair enough.

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Kitty had spent the early art of her morning mocking up and printing up flyers, and she was going to spend the later part of her morning putting them up. Well. Not the whole later morning. The island wasn't that big.

ICEBREAKER PARTY
TUESDAY, MARCH 10 @ CARITAS

MEET NEW PEOPLE!
TALK TO OLD PEOPLE!
JUST TALK TO PEOPLE NOW THAT IT'S NOT FREEZING OUT

All right, if this did take her whole later morning doing this, it was because it wasn't freezing out.

[Open if you want to catch her!]

okteiviakom

It had been about a week. Some communication mishaps aside, life on their quiet, private Chilean had settled into its own kind of equally quiet, calm routine.

For Octavia, a healthy portion of her part of the routine was made up of long walks roaming around in the woods. Trying to catch sight of the local wildlife, finding out which plants grew where, exploring.

And on this particular afternoon, she'd once more taken Duke with her. They'd been walking for a while, the cabin already out of view somewhere back in the direction they'd come from. Octavia was looking up towards the treetops as she moved, taking the very real risk of tripping over something in the undergrowth right along with the vague sense of awe that tended to come over her whenever she was in a place like this.

"How long do you think some of these trees have stood here?"

[ooc: NFB because of distance. For the sailor and massive SP because that's the kind of week this is.]

drumsticksandd20s posting in

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Last week, Steph had ordered several copies of a game about cat rescue somewhat on a whim, because as an inveterate cat lover who happened to run a game store it seemed like the kind of thing she had to do. (Also because, well. Cats.)

She probably should have expected that as soon as she put them on the floor today, the copies she'd reserved for the in-store game library would have been the source of the most high-intensity play of any of the tables -- and that was with two tables booked by her most competitive wargaming nerd regulars and a mini TCG tournament going on.

Steph was seriously convinced that someone would end up flipping at least one table before the day was over, and it was not going to be by one of those groups.

[OOC: Open!]

deathsmajesty

Had Liliana stayed after class for a little while, playing in the arena herself? Maaaaaaaaaaaaybe...

Listen, it had been a very long time since she'd been able to let loose. Well, there was that dustup with Emrakul, but she wasn't counting that, for reasons.

Valor's Reach specialized in two-on-two combat, maybe a return trip out to Kylem would be something to consider...

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Well, we're back from break week, which means classes were on again at the School, the Long Con watched a movie, Creative Writing attempted to write while listening to "music", and Glitter! made slime. Glitter slime.

Meanwhile, Arden cleaned up the Library.

Things were quiet in the Dorms, while in Town, Adrian was getting literally dirty at Pick Your Poison when Rey joined him.

hasaknightjob posting in

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After a pleasant holiday away (and a weekend of things best not lingered on, which was why Steven wasn't doing so), it was good to get back to work.

Even if at the moment work was a bit puzzling.

Moreso than usual that is.

Steven looked over four separate packages of things marked "whale bone." He called the number on the invoice for each of them and, after a great deal of button pushing and shouting answers at at automated system that didn't understand what he was saying, he was at least now talking to a person.

"Yes, we are a museum but this isn't the sort of thing we deal with? All our animals and bugs are alive, you see. If we reach the stage where they're naught but bones something's gone horribly wrong. Yes, I'll hold, thank you."

Steven sighed. This was clearly going to take a while. At least he didn't have anywhere to be but behind the Welcome Desk? He certainly wouldn't mind anyone who interrupted him from his call.

[open]

stykera posting in

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Wednesday again and we’re no longer on boats or even somewhere warm. At least it’s less cold than it was.

Classes are happening again at the school. Raiden taught his students in Feeding Yourself 101 about salads and how they can be made of almost anything. Even Jello. In Ethics there were pillows and a movie to watch for all of us. And Remy was back for Basic Training after an absence and took his students to fake Florida in the Danger Shop.

Nothing from the dorms for yesterday so let’s look at the town. Sairis was at work at the Infinite Consortium and he put the chair in a box.

*chittering*

Excuse me. He put a box over the chair, which is not the same thing as putting the chair in a box. And finally Kitty was working on a party idea at Caritas. Tino was unimpressed, apparently. Is he ever impressed?
That’s all I have from yesterday for today.

witchoftheflesh posting in

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Everybody had their own spring rituals. Arden's was cleaning, but Adrian's was getting outside in the garden and starting to prepare the soil for planting. Cleaning up the debris from winter, turning the soil to break it up and keep it loose, checking over the planters and beds to see if any of them needed to be repaired. Normally it would also involve pruning back some of the perennials, but that seemed firmly under the heading of Check With Pam First.

He was a smart boy. ~~Mostly~~

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Sairis was relieved to be back to normalcy. Not that the warm sun in Greece hadn't been nice, but being stuck on a boat surrounded by water hadn't exactly been relaxing, and all the history he had no context for had been frustrating.

Which he was perfectly happy to take out on the chair, which sat there somehow expectantly.

"No." He flicked a flame at it in warning.

Liliana seemed to have found a lot of the shoes yesterday, but now Sairis was trying to sort them by what they seemed to do. And possibly by size if he could. He set an empty box down over the chair before it could get away. He wasn't sure if it had eyes to blind, but it couldn't hurt.

Well, maybe the box, but that was its lookout.

throughaphase posting in

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Kitty had had a party idea, so downtime tidat was being spent with her laptop out at the bar while she tried to do some planning. For a lot of the time she was also trying to keep Tino from looking over her shoulder at what she was doing. Not that she was doing anything he couldn't see, it was just weird.

"Oh my god, fine," she said, turning the laptop towards him.

He immediately turned his nose up and walked to the other end of the bar.

[Open!]

afraid_of_marshmallows posting in

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What up island? It's me, ya girl Arden Finch here, once again back on the island where the cold weather sure is even more upsetting after a week in the glorious warmth. Has anybody checked on Erasmus and made sure he's okay?

Anyway, just a few notes today, so let's get to it! School just had Tasks today, which involved trying to throw things into a barrel on the other side of the fence. In Town, Professor Vess had a bunch of shoes in the Infinite Consortium, Vi was looking relaxed at the Magpie Emporium, and Caleb was welcomed back with hissing and...the remains of a sock at Furnado. Over in Midnight Manor, Remy - hi, Remy! - changed back from a possum to a person, and Professor J. Stark was showing pictures and sharing postcards at the Clinic.

And that's all we've got today, so it's ya girl, Arden Finch, signing off and leaving you with the amazing Be Steadwell singing Black Girls Who Can't Dance. Bye

knightinshinarmor

Remy had ~~handwavily~~ been an opossum for the better part of the month of February. Fortunately, he lived in a sentient boarding house, which was able to change his room into a very nice swamp, well suited for an opossum (and his three cats), so he had had everything he'd needed the whole time.

Unfortunately, being an opossum didn't stop Remy from wanting to wander, and after nearly a month of being foiled in his attempts, he finally managed to make it from the warm, friendly confines Midnight had provided into the hallway, where the needs of multiple humans outweighed those of a lost opossum (or his three cats). He got a look at the big wider world, panicked, and promptly "died" -- and turned back into his normal, furless, clawless, tailless self.

He picked his head up, groggy from the after effects of the opossum's instinctual playing-dead process, and tried to get his bearings.

"This is new," he noted. ". . . I really hope no one wanders by before I can get my pants."

[laaaaaaaaaaa, what even are brains? Anyway, open! Come gawk at the naked mutant man! I figure we've at least got a couple pings before Midnight tries to cover him up. . . .]

throughaphase posting in

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Good morning, everyone. Hopefully you're all recovered from break enough to tackle Monday, because let me tell you, I am not. I've got two notes and I don't wanna.

Those two notes are: Gregorith was at the museum, trying to figure out how it's March, and Rey was trying to catch up on work with the help of caffeine, and I feel both of these things on a spiritual level.

That's it. I'm headed to the Perk for multiple giant coffees and I'm not sharing.

not_a_haint posting in

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"Mornin' kids." Caleb greeted the animals with a yawn as he did his rounds. "Y'all miss me or did you not even notice I was gone?"

He did a double take at the leavings in one of the dogs' cages. "You ate a sock?"

The semi-feral kitten he'd been trying to befriend gave a short hiss when he opened her door but allowed him to give her treats and sniffed his hand. Then hissed again as he retreated. It seemed less hostile this time though and her ears didn't indicate danger.

giveittoyoursister posting in

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You know, for someone who'd just spend a week sailing around Vi was looking remarkably...not tanned. Almost like she hadn't spend very much time above decks.

She was looking exceptionally relaxed as she sorted through the various displays and new stock though.

These things probably weren't related.

deathsmajesty posting in

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The Monday after a vacation was the worst time to go into work, but Liliana was actually a bit concerned with how many shipments she'd missed recently and the last thing she wanted to deal with was a maze of bins and boxes in the front room of her shop.

And she hadn't really been wrong. Currently it looked like a cobbler's shop had exploded in her front room. She was looking at winged boots and zephyr boots, sandals of lightning and fleetfeather sandals. Hell, there were even air shoes and cement shoes.

What, was there a shoe tree growing somewhere? Why weren't they sending that to her? She wouldn't mind another pair of leather boots for herself.

imafuturist posting in

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Oh, I was hoping to sleep off the jetlag, but I guess not. Let's see what the squirrels managed to gleam from our last day on the trip. Let's see, let's see... ah! Ilyana and Caleb talked about magic and the librarian.

Hopefully everyone is relaxed from the trip and ready for tomorrow. I'm going back to bed.

[helps if you hit post!]

thatwaslucky posting in

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It was the first workday after vacation, with another thing on the horizon, and Rey was trying to get caught up and get ahead as much as possible. It was easier said than done when there was no beach or Greek food to look forward to.

Also she was probably going to have to go back to the gremlins for more coffee. It was something she tried not to do, but desperate times called for completely reasonable measures.

[Open!]

apologizeswithpie posting in

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Gregorith had figured out days of the week pretty quickly, though he did set up a notification on his phone to remind him whenever Sunday came around.

But truth to tell he was still iffy about months.

"So it's March now? Does that mean it's spring?" He supposed like most things in the mortal world, it wasn't that simple. Judging by the weather.

Still it kind of felt like a change was in the air. Or maybe he'd just gotten just the right amount of caffeine this morning.

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