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$perk,
rey

The Perk- Monday afternoon

It was, in fact, National Coffee Day, which Rey didn't know when she went to the Perk after class, her hair still damp. They were pretty effusive about the specials and somehow she where up with two large coffees (not a venti, they didn't like when you called it a venti), which there was no way she was going to finish. But she was also going to sit here and try and make a dent in one so she didn't have to carry them both around if she didn't have to. Or someone could take the extra off her hands. Whatever.

One of the baristas also seemed to maybe be hacking a bit of a quiet meltdown at her coworker about the weekend, but Rey was trying really hard not to listen to that.

[Easy workday! Open!]

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flight and flying

Flight and Flying- Monday, 1st period

The class was back in the flight shed, where Jaina had set out some pastries and coffee.

"I figured after the weekend, people might deserve a very healthy breakfast," she said. "Do not bring them in the simulator.

"I'm not sure how aware you are of them, but here on Earth they have something called the Blue Angels. They're a Navy demonstration squadron, known for going out to air shows and performing. Which means you're going to be flying one of their planes, a Boeing F/A-18E/F Super Hornet. Which also means you're going to be doing some tricks. The pastries are also there in case you need food with Dramamine, which I do have."

Helpful!

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swimming

How Not to Drown, Monday, September 29, Period 3

McGarrett was still benched, sitting on the side of the pool and looking even worse than he had last week, with a black eye and his shoulder in a different, more constrictive, sling.

"Bad Parents Weekend?" Anakin asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Went home and arrested a rogue MI-6 agent," Steve explained. "He didn't go quietly."

"You should've stayed here," Anakin said. "There was pie. Anyway," he said, turning to the class, "time to get back in the water, this time without the flippers. We'll work on the arms part of the freestyle today."

"Well, some of us will," Steve said with a wry look at his sling. "Okay, even though it looks easy, there are four parts to the stroke: entry, catch, pull, and release." He used his non-slinged arm to demonstrate. "You enter at shoulder height--keep it long and low to the water. Yo don't want to waste energy making huge windmill motions--" He stopped and looked at Henry and Lydia. "Do you have windmills?"

And now they were derailed!

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The Creepy Mansion Unbothered By Guests, Monday Afternoon

The odds that Liliana would be going into work today after this past weekend were basically nil. Abyss, she wasn't entirely sure when she woke up that morning if she'd bother getting dressed today. It very much felt like a 'stay in a robe and eat ice cream' kind of day.

Eventually, she'd decided that she would be getting dressed, but not until after she indulged herself with a very long, very bubbly bath, complete with mimosas and a variety of fruits. If she managed to finagle a fiancé in with her, so much the better.

No matter what, though, she still wasn't going to work.

[Open!]

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cryptozoology

Cryptozoology, Monday period 2

Did Jon look a bit disgruntled and foreboding today? It was probably just your imagination. There was no reason for him to be out of sorts; he hadn't had any visitors this weekend.

"I hope you all had a good weekend," he began. "Today we'll be talking about the Mongolian Death Worm." He brought up a picture. "Or in the local language, 'olgoi-khorkhoi'.It is alleged to exist in the Gobi desert. It was first described to the wider world by an American archaeologist in 1926 after he got the stories from the Mongolian people. None of the ones he spoke to had ever seen it, though; there were only second- and third-hand stories. In 1983, some locals were shown a Tartar sand boa and confirmed that was the creature, but other descriptions of it don't seem to match, so there's some question as to if it is that snake, or if it's another creature altogether. Descriptions from the 1926 tales say it was 'shaped like a sausage about two feet long', which might fit, but the worm is said to have no head, which the snake does, and to be 'so poisonous that merely to touch it means instant death', whereas the sand boa is both nonvenomous and nonpoisonous." And do not get him started on the difference!

"One later book describes the creature as travelling underground, detectable by the waves of sand it creates, and says that it can kill at a distance, by either spraying acid venom or creating an electrical discharge. However it should be noted that this description may owe much to an earlier fictional depiction of similar beasts ~~which we won't go into because Ghanima~~. Several scientific expeditions have endeavored to find the animal, but with no results."

He shrugged. "So, the only question is if we believe it to be real or not. This one is actually not outside the bounds of terrestrial lifeforms, nor does anybody claim it to be supernatural or extraterrestrial for once. The only question is if we think a venomous, electrical worm - or snake, or legless lizard - exists or existed in the Gobi desert. And before anybody asks, you will not get extra credit for finding one. Just sunburn, probably."

He would absolutely be impressed and help you write a paper about it, but he didn't want to encourage that sort of thing.

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jaina solo

Fandom Radio- Monday, September 29

Good morning, this is Jaina, and after the last few weeks it's a little weird having this many notes. That's Parents Weekend for you.

Thor held office hours, where he got a visit from Valkyrie. Looks like she knows a different version of him but he knows of a version of her? Anyway, they had questions.

Elsewhere, Summer, Stark and Chiana woke up after having entirely too much fun together the night before, and Ignis made breakfast for Liliana's guests, but mostly it was an uncomfortable conversation between him and Jace. This weekend is really good for that. And Pam had Janet and her Harley buzzing around Pick Your Poison and putting bows on plants, and Adrian brought his relatives by.

And then of course there was the brunch, where Hans tried to get Henry to see all this as an adventure, without getting turned into a toad by his roommate, and Jon and Gladio compared weekends, with a lot to say about Liliana's guests. One of which was Gideon, who inspired him to take off his shirt and ask for a spar. Erasmus introduced Henry to his mom Lydia, and eventually Hans joined them and assured him that no one was getting turned into a frog or horse. At least until the island does it. Liliana offered that Lydia a magical bear trap, and while the notes don't tell me what that is, I actually really want to know. Riri confronted Namor about why he came, and Hans had Henry explain the food to him in case there was magical bread. He's an interesting one.

That's all the notes the squirrels have given me. Hope the weekend wasn't too traumatic, enjoy your Monday.

Fandom Radio - Sunday (9/28)

Oh wow. That's a lot more than usual. Well, let's get started on it before it somehow gets worse.

( So Talky OMG )

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Pick Your Poison, Sunday

You know, if you disregarded the questions about why Pam was currently sitting on the sofa with her feet up on the table and not moving around a lot, today was very close to perfect.

Janet was in the back room, prepping food for lunch or sorting through inventory. Harley kept breezing through the store, poking at things, keeping up a running commentary on all of the items in Pam's store (and the ridiculousness of her having one in the first place). Somewhere in between, Pam was getting a lot more information about Harley's students than she'd heard over the past few months.

It was nice.

She sipped her hot chocolate with some contentment.

Now if only the constant throbbing pain in her side would leave her be. Then it would really be perfect.

"I'm gonna go put some bows on the plants out front!" Harley hollered, then flung the door open, then marched outside. "And maybe get some more chocolate!"

Yep. Perfect.

[[ open ]]

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Parents Weekend Brunch, Sunday

'Twas the last day of Parents Weekend, and thus the last day to eat on the school's dime. Delicate little lanterns hung all around the park for whatever reason, casting their dim light on a truly impressive spread of brunch items. Catering to all dietary wishes and several time periods besides.

Enjoy. And try not to start any fights.

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Liliana's Office, Saturday

So. Jace and his little...Jacevengers (thank you Tony, Steve)...were here. That was fine. She had absolutely no problems with them knowing where she lives. Hearing about her life. Learning things about her. Gideon had actually looked at her yesterday with confusion (unsurprising, the man was a walking anotomical diagram, that didn't mean smart) and an almost glimmering of...respect?

Ugh, she hated that. Hated the idea that they'd see her as some kind of...poorly socialized do-gooder who secretly wanted to be good, just didn't know how. Or something. What was worse was that she had started that very idea herself by joining up with the Do-gooder Brigade to manipulate them into helping her finish off Raziketh and Belzenlok! But this was different. Somehow.

Double ugh.

So now she was pacing a furrow in her rug, trying to figure out how to get the other Gatewatch members off her godsdamned island and to never return. She could probably use lethemancy on Gideon and Chandra, but Nissa was more of a question and Jace...

Fucking telepaths.

Vessel of corruption... the Chain Veil whispered in her mind.

"Oh shut up," she snapped. "I have enough to deal with already today, I don't need a bunch of ghosts jabbering in my head as well."

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Over Easy, Saturday

Was Raiden a little bit nervous about his brothers seeing his new restaurant for the first time? Honestly, yes, even though one of them had done most of the interior design and the other two could not care less about interior design. Look, nerves didn't have to make sense.

At least he knew the food would be good.

Specials
Whole Wheat Apple Pancakes
Pumpkin Cinnamon Rolls
Chorizo & Egg Skillet
Welcome, Guests!

Over Easy is open!

Fandom Radio, Saturday, September 27

Good morning, dear listeners. For those of you who may be new to our little traditions, I am Miss Lydia Bennet, here with the morning news, as reported by the squirrels. Yes, I did say squirrels.

Right. Let's get on with this, I have brunch and then a festival to get to.

( Parental Visitation Radio )

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Caritas, Saturday (9/27)

Things could somehow get weirder this weekend. But Jane had extended an invitation to her... doppelganger? Duplicate? To the other her here. So, here she was, cleaning the bar like it would save her from the weirdness of everything.

Tino? Unhelpful. Valkyrie? Also unhelpful, but in a different way.

"I'm not getting you popcorn for if Thor shows up," Jane scolded under her breath.

Val just laughed with her fully stolen bottle of whatever alcohol had been closest when she'd sat down. "Spoilsport."

Parents Weekend Specials
Ginger Apple Moscow Mule
Spicy Bourbon Pumpkin Smash
Maple Whiskey Sour

The bar was open, though!

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office hours

Office #4

Jon didn't know if any of his students' visitors would want to meet him, but just in case, he was here, holding office hours.

He was viciously using the tea set Hannibal had left behind to make tea. Look at him, being a rebel.

He also had biscuits, though they were store-bought.

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The Onsen, Saturday Afternoon

Last night was fuzzy. Very fuzzy.

Henry wasn't even sure if he'd gotten around to explaining the island to Sir Hans. Perhaps he'd tried? There'd been a lot of drinking, was the thing. He felt he could vaguely remember Hans shouting invectives at the pink birds in the park, a poor attempt at scaling the rocks, stumbling into some creature composed of alot of wine, some green thing biting Hans, more invectives, some sort of inn, and then-- waking up with a headache on top of a snoring noble?

There had been more wine in the morning, of course. And then a failed explanation of the big black box in the room. And finally, finally, H-- Sir Hans had brought up baths.

And so now that was where they were. Soaking in the hot onsen, while Sir Hans complained about the lack of attractive bath maids, drinking wine. Was this still from last night? He couldn't tell.

"No, no, I mean it," he was stressing, not for the first time, "We're in a different time and everything! Well across the ocean. You don't-- look, Hans--"

"Why would they put rocks in the bath? And trees?" Hans asked. "Ooh, are they for climbing? Peasant! You should climb the bath rocks!"

"I'm not going to-- will you sit still and listen--"

"I'm getting more wine!"

Well. At least Henry was distracted.

[[ open, if you want your bath time to be full of drunk medieval teenagers. ]]

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Parents Weekend Festival, Saturday

Festivities in the park continued on Saturday! There were little lanterns cast all around, and all the snack offerings from the previous day had now been joined by a hot chocolate stand and a hot cider stand.

There were also some light autumn activities available.

(Please only carve pumpkins, not your fingers.)

[ooc: Open!]

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@warehouse,
rey

Rey's warehouse- Friday late afternoon

Chewie had declined to stick around at the warehouse, mostly because he was not dealing with the woodchucks today, but Rey had BB-8 with her, and he was more than happy to trail after her on the course today.

At least till he got to the lava, at which point he stopped, rolled up and back a little, and then screeched.

Rey stopped and turned around. "I warned you it was too far to get across."

He again, rolled up towards the edge of the course, swiveled his dome to look down, and rolled back again.

Rey sighed, holding out her hand to float him across to the other side as he beeped a thank you.

"You're not going to like the net portion either," she said.

[Open!]

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The Ink Spot, Friday, September 26, 2025

Flint had no idea people were visiting this weekend. That would require, well, talking to people, and right now he was far too busy with his latest Charles Dickens novel.

He was sitting in the window for a small change, and the door was open, for a larger one.

The Ink Spot was open!

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steve rogers

Fandom Radio, Friday, September 26, 2025

Good morning, everyone, it's Captain Steve Rogers with the news. Why are there so many more of you in here today?

*chittering*

Ah, visiting relatives come a little early. Welcome.

Let's get to the classes so we can all greet our guests. Baking class made tarts, and Tony made jokes about tarts. Food Adventures explored Oktoberfest, and Belle was stocking books in the library. It won't be much of a zombie class if you didn't fight zombies, so that's what they did yesterday, and Gladio came by with lunch and a debrief about how the class had gone during Liliana's office hours.

*chittering*

Well, you should've left before them. Privacy. Learn about it.

In town, Liz was rushing through reports to be ready for the weekend, Luma was definitely working--strange emphasis there--and Steven received flowers from Watts, Summer was working from the Perk, and Rey told Summer that she's dating Adrian now, so congratulations to the both of you! Stark caught Summer up on the animal visitors from last week and told her about the friend who's visiting today.

Pam was planting seeds in the park for Spring, and Thor was making certain that Tiny wasn't getting fancy with the beer at the Devil's Nest, and Supper Club ate Afghan food.

That's everything! Enjoy your weekends.

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Needful Things; Friday Afternoon

So, Cass was in town. The other Harley too, apparently, which this Harley wasn't sure how she felt about, but as usual: the kid was within her field of vision, so she was who all of Harley's focus was on. Everything else, she could worry about later. Or possibly not at all!

Anyway, Cass was inspecting the store. Or mostly its wares. She gave a low whistle. "Damn, was all this from just the one job?"

Harley shrugged. "Most of it?" she offered. "We got a thing or two in from elsewhere later, but, yanno. Turns out Frenchie's not too much more of a slouch than I am, so we got around."

"So where's my cut?" the kid asked.

Harley raised her eyebrows at her. (She was so proud, but still, eyebrows.) "I seem to recall you getting a very nice, nay, almost infinite stack of gift cards for your favorite food delivery apps." A beat. "Also, whatever ya just pocketed, put it back."

Cass grumbled, but relented and put the overly expensive little figurine back on the shelf.

Needful Things was open and Harley Quinn & Associate, Badass Motherfuckers were in.

(open)