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Dealing With Other People's Trauma, Tuesday 10/28

Class today was being held at Furnado (with permission, ofc). Everyone had been informed of this ahead of time in the usual handwavey sort of fashion.

“I hope everyone enjoyed the vacation last week,” Stark said. “Vacations…can be a very good thing. A change of scenery. A way to break out of routines. But we can talk more about that another time. Today…dogs and cats.”

Just in case you were wondering why you were at the shelter, students and hadn't figured it out from the pens of adorable creatures.

“Sometimes animals can help with trauma. Or just with moods. Or…just with everything.”

Stark was absolutely still considering adopting a dog.

“So today we're going to just play with some animals. Or watch them. Some of them may have trauma of their own which is something to be mindful of. Maybe dealing with animals is very similar to dealing with people?”

Something to consider!

“But also…i just thought this would be a nice way for us to spend our morning.”

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Caritas- Tuesday

Kitty had taken a couple days off after the trip, so she didn't come in until her shift. She was prepared. She knew she'd be walking into the bar looking like Halloween had thrown up all over it.

And it did. Fake rubber spiders hung a little too low from the ceiling. Brooms lined the walls, which made her wonder where he'd gotten them all, and also they were plastic ones you could buy at the store, one had a dustpan on it. Several pumpkins were on the bar, next to the bar, on the tables in the lounge. Black and orange confetti was on everything. There were plastic cauldrons on the bar filled with snacks. (That eas actually cute.)

Tino had been really disappointed that she'd come through the wall. She knew there'd be a terrible "scary" noise that went off when someone opened it, and now she was both wanting someone to come in to know what it was, and hoping she didn't have to listen to it all night.

[Open!]

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The Photo Hut; Tuesday [10/28].

They'd gone and picked Noctra up from her weekend visit to the BPRD yesterday, and now Prompto had his work cut out for him. Noctra promised to take lots and lots of pictures of all of Hellboy's cats for him if he promised to then make an album of them for her to give HB as a memento for her visit. So now he was down in the shop, stooped over the computer as he tried to go through an impressive amount of pictures and trying to decipher which was actually cats or not.

And plotting how to subtly teach Noctra about aiming and focus.

And also half wondering if he were to go and supplement the album with pictures of cats from Furnado, anyone would notice.

They....probably would.

So he sighed and hunkered down and kept sorting through them.

The Photo Hut is open!

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Diplomacy, Tuesday, October 28, 2025 [2nd period]

Anakin and Ahsoka were back at the front of the class. Anakin was frowning and wiping sand from his cloak. "How did this get dirty?" he demanded. "It didn't even go to the Maldives!"

Stupid sand.

"That's probably why, it got jealous." Somehow, despite sharing with Anakin the entire vacation, Ahsoka had managed to completely avoid getting sand in her robes.

It was so horrifically unfair! "It's everywhere!" Anakin said, brushing at the cloak vigorously.

"Sand does do that," Ahsoka could probably have sounded more sympathetic. Probably.

Anakin continued grumbling to himself before finally acknowledging the class. "Hello," he said grudgingly. "Today we're going to talk about gaining command of a room."

Bitching about sand was probably not the conventional approach to this.

Not unless you intended on pulling an amazing reversal out of your sand clogged hat. "Sometimes, giving other the impression you know what you're doing is more important that feeling like you're actually in control." Like, for example, if you were a fourteen-year-old trainee monk who'd just been given military authority fairly arbitrarily.

Giving teenagers unnecessarily huge amounts of power was very normal in a galaxy where a planet elected a teenaged queen!

Anakin nodded. "So you have two minutes, then you get to come up to the front of the class and give a speech about why everyone in the room shouldn't execute you immediately."

That escalated quickly, Anakin.

Ahsoka didn't even look surprised. That was probably a bad sign. "Remember to think laterally."

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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

"That's supposed to be me?" Lucifer asked, squinting at Tiny from his seat in the corner. He brought up his glass of wine for an easy sip. "That suit looks like you found it in a dumpster outside a JC Penney. You're certainly dressed up as something, but it isn't me."

Tiny stared back at him, placid.

"Take off the jacket," Lucifer added. "Go find a blazer or something. You look embarrassing."

Tiny grunted and vanished in the back. To do what Lucifer had asked? For some other reason? Who knew. Lucifer didn't care, as long as he was out of his sight.

The Devil's Nest was open.

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Luke's Diner; Tuesday [10/28].

Naturally, after a nice long week away at some new location to explore at great culinary length in a very active and present way, really, Ignis was eager to take some of the things he'd picked up on in the Maldives and bring it to the specials board at Luke's. Also naturally, such a culture focused on fish was also a particular inspiration for him, considering how near and dear seafood preparation was to his heart.

He could, however, do without the inevitable earworm via Greg (of course it was Greg) once all those coconuts were dragged into the kitchen to be utilized.

Today's Specials

Kandu Kukulhu
Lentil Bajiya with Seaweed Coconut Sambol and Spicy Sauce
Dhonkeyo Jajuru with Coconut Glaze

Luke's is open!

Fandom Radio, Tuesday, October 28th

Hey there Fandom, it's ya girl, Arden Finch welcoming you back to the island, where autumn is in full swing. Make sure you check on your friends who are from warmer climes, we are not okay.

But we were in the swing of things, starting with School. Flight and Flying had us shooting things from a smuggling ship. Like paintball but somehow more intense. Cryptozoology discussed chupacabras--wait, aren't those the lollipops? No? Oh! Chupa chups! Okay, I feel better. And How Not To Drown talked about snorkeling and then did laps.

No Dorms, no surprise, but we did have some goings on in Town. Pick Your Poison had Dr. Isley getting some good sofa time in, and Magpie Emporium had spooky decorations and a sulking Saffron. Mr. Gregorith was fooled by her playing dead, but she twitched enough to make him feel better. Mr. Amicitia was looking up surfcations at the Atlas Gym, and at the Trooper Station, Officer McGarrett was excited to have work to do. Professor Vess was also among the slacking off at the Infinite Consortium, but considering Mr. Tiny was hard at work at the Devil's Nest dressing up like Mr. Northman, perhaps it's for the best most people decided to take it easy today. Ms. Solo-Fel betrayed Mr. Northman most cruelly by taking pictures of Mr. Tiny, thus bringing about the potential end of their torrid affair.

I can't tell if you've underlined that or they're air quotes, how is your penmanship that bad?

Anyway, this is ya girl Arden Finch leaving you with margø's The Other Side.

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Infinite Consortium, Monday

The first day back to work after a vacation was always a difficult transition. So it simply made sense that Liliana was taking it easy today, right? The first step of the transition was being physically present in the store, maybe next week she'd get around to considering maybe putting something away or cleaning something or doing...well, anything even a little bit productive.

Maybe.

Wouldn't want to go too fast and injure something, after all. Hmm. It was possible that she should have stayed in bed this week and tried to make it in next week. You know, just to be safe.

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Cryptozoology, Monday period 2

"Welcome back. I hope you all had a decent vacation," Jon said. "Today we're discussing the chupacabra." He put up the standard visual reference. "The name means something like 'goat sucker' in Spanish, because it apparently sucks animals' blood. Not only goats, though." He sighed. "It was named by a comedian, in case you were wondering."

He gestured at the picture. "This is one popular conception of the thing. In the southwestern US, it's considered to be fairly dog-like, whereas elsewhere in Latin America it's more reptilian, larger, and heavyset. The most common description is somewhat reptilian, with leathery or scaly skin in some variation of grey, with sharp spines down its back. It is around one meter tall, but capable of standing on its hind legs and moving by hopping. Like a kangaroo." Because apparently all weird animals were kangaroos now."

"The earliest accounts were in Puerto Rico in 1995, when several sheep were discovered dead, with three puncture wounds in their chest and completely drained of blood, although this was never confirmed and documented.

"A few months later, an eyewitness reported seeing the thing in a nearby town that reportedly had up to one hundred fifty livestock and pets murdered. However," Jon grimaced, "that eyewitness was later reported to have believed that the events of a recent movie were actually occurring in reality, and based her description of the chupacabra on the monster in that movie. So whether it was responsible for those deaths or not, we can hardly believe her description." Honestly, people. Be more creative!

"Since then, attacks have been reported worldwide, although primarily in the Americas. Several scientists have noted that, particularly regarding the more dog-like accounts, sightings could be simply coyotes or dogs with mange. Sick predators would also be more likely to attack livestock rather than hunt in the wild, and might kill them but not eat them entirely. I haven't noted any other origins for the things. They either are strange animals, or mangy canines. Or perhaps both; there's no reason cryptids should be immune to disease."

He gestured at the image again. "So, our discussion. Strange animals, mangy canines, or both. And why they might appear where they do and not have ever been caught on camera."

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Flight and Flying- Monday- 1st period

Back to the Danger Shop today, where Jaina stood in front of a ship that might be familiar if you'd been in Jaina's class before, had been to the junkyard during Parents' Weekend, or had gotten shot down by it in the middle of a Death Star trench.

"This is a YT-1300 freighter," Jaina began. "These ships are meant to be used to transport cargo, but this one in particular has been heavily modified with smuggling compartments and weaponry, which were installed partly due to reasons involving the smuggling compartments. It's been put through an insane amount of stuff by now, and there's plenty that goes wrong with it, but it's still going.

Today you get to fly it. You can pilot, you can co-pilot, you can ride along if you want. But I will be throwing some things at you that means someone gets to go up in the gunwell and shoot at some stuff, so have fun with that."

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The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

Tiny was leaning into Halloween hard this year. Tonight's costume? He was Eric: black t-shirt, leather pants, blond hair, True Blood, bored expression, and fake teeth.

"Hilarious," Eric drawled. "I can't wait for your Thor costume."

The Devil's Nest was open.

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Trooper Station, Monday, October 27, 2025

Steve came back from swimming class to a ringing phone. "McGarrett," he answered.

"Commander McGarrett, this is Alicia Brown," replied the voice on the other end of the line. "You left some of your crime scene evidence at my home last week?"

Steve laughed. "Well, I had to get your attention somehow?"

Alicia's answer laugh was much shorter and drier. "Right. Well, as it turns out, I do have some thoughts about your case. When can we meet again? I'm free for dinner."

Steve completely missed the implication of being asked for dinner. "I'll check with my partner and call you back in a few minutes, all right?"

There was a slight pause, then an, "Of course, Commander. Let me know."

Steve hung up, then called Danny. Oh boy, an actual case!

The Trooper Station was open!

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jaina solo

Fandom Radio- Monday, October 27

Good morning, and welcome back. I'm sure everyone will be feeling completely normal on your first Monday back!

Not a lot of news, maybe because everyone crashed yesterday. Rey dragged herself to work, and Gregorith was doing some research into the island at the museum. You might be at that for a while. A while. And Lucifer and Octavia had dinner as date night.

I'm assuming everyone else was being lazy and mourning the lack of warmth. Can't blame you. See you next week.

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How Not to Drown, Monday, October 27, Period 3

"I hope everyone enjoyed their trip," Steve said with a grin as the class arrived at the pool. "Some of us had to stay back and continue working for a living. The dean tells me you got to go snorkeling. Why don't we talk a little about the differences you felt swimming in salt water versus fresh, then we'll do some laps."

Steve loved making people do laps.

Anakin nodded. "I promised you extra credit if you snorkeled ~~however handwavily~~, so see me after class and I'll mark it down."

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Atlas Gym; Monday [10/27].

After a nice long trip enjoying the sun and sand and surf in the Maldives, really, for real, he totally did so much stuff, ahem, Gladio knew that there'd be a lot of basic administrative stuff and paperwork waiting for him at the gym. Not that the staff didn't always do a great job of handling things, but, well, it was Fandom, and even if there wasn't always something, there was still just the basic business side of things, and it worked well as a way to get back into the swing of things.

Well, kind of.

Okay, if he was honest, he did spend most of the time he was in the office just looking up other great places to potentially vacation that had good surfing. Just for, you know, future reference...

And if he just so happened to find himself inexplicably looking up boards, too, well...

Atlas is open!

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The Magpie Emporium, Monday [27/10]

Despite Vi's best efforts at assisting while a kitten, and their absence last week, the store was well and truly decorated for the season, with various selections of spooky dice, scary boardgames and bloodcurdling tabletop games set up around the store for people to check out.

But the truly terrifying thing was Saffron, who had Really and Truly DIED as a result of her terrible humans neglecting her (just ignore the twitching tail) and was stretched out on the counter Utterly DEAD (and not moving at all) as a dire warning.

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Pick Your Poison, Monday

It was one of those days where you just... wanted to sit on the sofa with your feet up and a blanket. Pam postponed the urge, of course, until she had nothing to do in the lab any longer.

But then she was back downstairs, the store open, her feet up on the little coffee table and her ass on the sofa. Sipping tea.

[[ open ]]

Fandom Radio - Sunday (10/26)

Oh, I'd really rather still be on vacation. But we can't always have the things we want, huh?

Okay, let's see what we missed out on yesterday... Ah! Liz and Prompto celebrated his birthday at the Cafe Fina. All while many of us were enjoying the last bit of time spent in the Maldives.

I'm getting back to bed. Jetlag is a bitch.

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rey

Stark Industries- Sunday

Going to work out after coming back from vacation was rough. Maybe it was a sign that Rey had gotten a little spoiled on the work front, but... it was rough.

There was coffee and busy work, and that was just how it was going to have to be today.

[Open!]

Current Mood: worried
Current Music: I dunno, something ominous

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Fandom Museum, Sunday October 26

Gregorith checked the front desk often to make sure no one needed assistance but he was spending a lot of his time down among the history exhibits.

And what a fascinating, but worrying history it was. For one thing the island seemed to have moved. While it had been stably anchored to the mainland of no particular Earth (and how did that work?) near the city of Baltimore (he knew where that was now), it had once been farther south. It had also been smaller.

But what really had Gregorith concerned was how often the island seemed to attract trouble. It wasn't surprising considering its connection to any number of possibly random universes, but the almost annual invasion by hostile forces had him on edge.

(OOC: Museum is open, Gregorith is particularly scowly though.)