ifwebeworthy: (Don fond look)
Don had asked his students to join him in the Danger Shop, which was today programmed to look like a street in Midtown Manhattan. "It's our last class together, so I thought we'd do a practical exercise," he said. "Welcome to Manhattan. It's a lovely Friday in June, so..." He clicked a button on the remote, and the simulation started. Screaming, explosions, people running, the works. "Sounds like Dr. Banner has lost his temper again about eight blocks north of here, and..." he cupped a hand around his ear and listened. "Yeah, and Magneto is on a tear about five blocks south. Bruce can't really help it and Mr. Lensherr has a point, but it's hard on the ol' infrastructure. And the civilians...and sometimes the superheroes. You've each been supplied with a virtual version of a first aid kit that Tony Stark supplied to my students last summer," it was a field medic kit, was what it was, "so pick a direction, go find someone moddable in need of first aid assistance, and render aid to the best of your ability. Go! Shoo!"
thatsmysword: (Default)
Apparently it was the end of the first summer semester. Henry hadn't the faintest what any of that meant, nor had he yet to discover the courage to stray very far from the dorms.

But the dorms themselves? He certainly had those handled.

Especially the common room. Four times a day, like clockwork, he'd do exactly what he was doing this Friday afternoon: step out of his room, wander into the common room, open up that cold cabinet, and-- "Ah, cake!"

A very large apple pie, to be precise, which he set down on the common room table. Being unaware he was speaking English, he was unaware of the cake vs pie discussion, but he sure was going to shove a piece of it into his mouth as quickly as possible.

[[ open! ]]

Trooper Station, Friday

Jun. 26th, 2025 10:52 pm[personal profile] pocketpretzels posting in [community profile] fandomtownies
pocketpretzels: (writing a note)
In between bouts of actual Trooper Station related work (no, not the "cybersecurity training", whatever that was), Watts was making sure his arrangements for his and Steven's holiday next week were all set.

He was very grateful for how easy the advent of mobile phones made that task, at least. No actual phone calls needed to be made, it was all done through the google.

He was here if you needed him, though!
but_mostly_america: (Default)
Sam, who was extremely punctual as always it was not his fault the person typing was suffering through the end of the school year.

"Today," he announced, "we are heading to Crater Lake National Park in the fine state of Oregon!"

"The lake is one of the deepest in the world. Not the deepest but impressive nonetheless! Of course that is not the only sight to see there! There is plenty to do! There is hiking, there are Ranger programs, trolley and boat tours, and a walking tour in Rim Village. We will have plenty of time for you to experience what you wish. Come along now, students!"

Once again Sam was hustling people through the portal as if he were not responsible for the timing here.

Library, Thursday 6/26

Jun. 26th, 2025 05:34 pm[personal profile] noonedecidesmyfate posting in [community profile] fandomhigh
noonedecidesmyfate: (belle - gasp)
The gremlins were out in full force today in the library and Belle was kept busy trying to stay out of their way. Some of them kept muttering something about "'ohana", one was running rampant in a blue fuzzy costume with an extra set of arms, and one was reading a well-loved copy The Ugly Duckling to a few others.

There was still, from somewhere, the sound of beeping but Belle couldn't identify the source.

All in all, a rather typical day in the library.

Philosophy of Food, 3rd period

Jun. 26th, 2025 02:11 pm[personal profile] sharp_man posting in [community profile] fandomhigh
sharp_man: (Default)
Class today met in the Danger Shop, which had been made to look like a very nice dining room, with a gourmet kitchen at one end in case anybody needed to make any last-minute adjustments to their offerings.

"Welcome to our final class," Hannibal greeted them with a smile. "I hope you've all brought your signature items. Today we'll be eating them. There will be no judging, only sharing these things and our stories about why these things are important to us and what meaning they may have."

He waved at his own offering. "I have made croque monsieur. My parents passed away when I was young, and I lived in an orphanage for some time. When my uncle adopted me and moved me to Paris, one of the first things I was given to eat was this. It's a kind of comfort food - a sandwich with ham and gruyère cheese, on good bread, with a béchamel sauce poured over it. Not terribly glamorous, but it held great significance to me."

He sat and nodded at them to do the same, then waited for their dishes and explanations.
carbsliftthespirit: (blank face is blank)
Today the class would once again be greeted by a groaning table full of breakfast foods. Delicious, delicious breakfast foods. "All right," Raiden said, "we've come to the end of our time together, and I thought we could close out with a delicious breakfast...and a preview of the menu for my new restaurant, which is opening soon! So, uh, if you guys have any feedback on any of these handwavey dishes, I need that now. Please? Anyway, enjoy, and it's been fun having you in class!"
ifwebeworthy: (Thor can mix a drink)
Thor was still very much on a mead kick, which shouldn't come as a surprise since...well, he was Thor.

Fortunately, humans were as endlessly creative with mead as they were with everything else, and you could do so much more with mead these days than just drink it from a very large flagon!

Specials
Blackberry Mead Old Fashioned
Muddled Blueberry Garden
Mead Coconut Colada


The Devil's Nest is open!
imafuturist: (is that so?)
Steve was finally allowing Tony to be as extra as the very fiber of his being wanted to be for his birthday. Which meant it would be the most red, white, and blue themed monstrosity that it needed to be when you were Captain America and born on the 4th of July.

So, of course he was gladly braving the heat to put up invites to, yes, another party for the island. Summer was popping off, folks.

Steve Roger's Birthday Celebration!
July 3rd, Stark Industries Ballroom
With fireworks to close out the night on the roof
Come one, come all!


Patty was helping out by aggressively panting and carrying said fliers on a little satchel on his back. It was adorable for sure.

[establishy, but open if you like!]
wrongkindofsith: (Like some kind of note-taking ninja)
*chittering*

No. Not really.

*chittering*

I actually thought you'd decided to stop bothering me. Sadly, I'm not that lucky.

Let's see, the only School news, was Shenanigans, where 'sharing was chairing', where the voluntolds had to share an increasingly smaller number of chairs. I'm sure it all ended in tears, or random passers-by being flung at Anakin. Possibly both.

Nothing much for the Dorms, while in Town, it was date night at the boarding house, and at Caritas ice-cream jello was the flavour of the day. In between the usual nonsense on stage, Atton was quite negative about the jello theme, which might be why Summer sought reassurance from Rey, Stark was mostly relieved there were no horrors, and Stewart was there.
deathsmajesty: Katie McGrath as Morgana from BBC's Merlin (Lounging - Looking At You)
One last class, one last ethical decision!

Okay, at least, one last painstakingly contrived ethical decision. Your lives were likely going to be filled with them. Which was why Liliana suggested getting rid of as many as possible before that happened. It made things ever so much easier.

Today's breakfast was a variety of sweet and savory breakfast rolls, along with the usual collection of coffees, teas, and fruit juices.

"This, I will admit, I found preprogrammed in the Danger Shop, though I've changed a few of the details," Liliana said, once people were settled in with however much breakfast they desired. "You are a captain of a small spaceship; while it does have both offensive and defensive capabilities, its primary function is that of exploration. One day, you pick up an emergency distress broadcast by the captain of another ship, a ship transporting several civilian families emigrating to a new colony. They think their ship was hit by space debris, damaging many critical functions - including shields and engines - and their hull has been breached. Life support is failing and if they are not rescued soon, they will not survive.

"However, when mapping out where this ship is located, you realize that they have drifted into a dangerous and lawless part of space, where renegade ships of thieves and slavers are known to prey on any ship they think they can outfly or outfight. This could be a legitimate call for help, this could be a ruse from a group waiting to attack your ship, it could even be both: legitimate people in legitimate danger who are being used as unwitting bait. You seem to be the only ship close enough to pick up the distress signal, which means there are no other ships close by to come to their rescue, never mind yours.

"Your crew is asking for your decision; the longer you dither, the higher the likelihood that the ship will run out of life support and that someone unfriendly and opportunistic will find them. Their life expectancy does not increase by much, should that be the case. But for you to go to them, you are risking your lives and the lives of your entire crew, the majority of whom are not trained to fight. For you to ignore them, you are sentencing dozens of people - of families - to death. You have not hailed the other ship yet; you can simply pretend you never heard it and continue on your way. From what you can tell, opinion amongst the crew is pretty evenly split between going to save them and flying away, so asking for a vote won't help. The decision comes down to you, Captain. What is your order: do you attempt to rescue the civilians? Or do you leave the Kobayashi Maru to its fate?"

The Photo Hut - Thursday

Jun. 26th, 2025 06:14 pm[personal profile] flamesburned posting in [community profile] fandomtownies
flamesburned: (looking up - sideways - short hair)
With how hot the last few days had been, Liz had not been sleeping very well at all and wasn’t feeling a hundred percent when she came downstairs to try and get some work done. It was near the end of the month so she wanted to get as much of the end of month reports done as she could, even though focusing on work was proving to be rather difficult that morning.

[the Photo Hut is open!]
drumsticksandd20s: (On the Phone)
With two days to go until Pride, Steph had about five dozen small tasks to juggle. Nothing too serious -- just the long, long list of seemingly trivial items that needed to get done in order to make sure things went off without a hitch -- but it did have her in a bit of a hectic state, constantly on the phone while she rang up customers and checked table reservations.

And, of course, made sure Saffron had her salmon treat. Not that Saffron had been feeling terribly charitable toward her ever since the HVAC maintenance person had found multiple stashes of kitty toys hidden away in the ducts.

This was all going to keep her busy until the usual lunchtime slowdown. It was a good kind of busy, though.

[OOC: Open!]
hasaknightjob: Steven gift shop (Steven gift shop)
The weather wasn't as beastly hot as it had been, but even so Steven made sure the signs were out front reminding people that the Museum had air conditioning in case they needed a cool place to spend some time. He also made sure that there were bottles of water on hand in case anyone came in after too much time in the heat.

In the meanwhile he could be found behind the Welcome Desk, preparing for his upcoming week off. He hummed a song to himself but buggered if he could remember where he heard it. Something poppy, though. He danced to in his chair when he wasn't thinking about it.

[open]
sith_happened: (Anakin: lightsaber strut)
Today there was a ring of chairs in the middle of the park, so that was fine. Musical chairs was a very normal game to play!

Of course, this was Anakin...

"By popular demand, we're bringing back playing Musical Shares!" Anakin announced through his completely superfluous megaphone. And no one had asked for this game again. "It will be one giant team building exercise!"

That seemed ominous. "Come get your shirts!"

Ohhhh, they were so pink and perky.

Anakin read out the names for the day:
Luma
Steve M
Belle
Stewart
Lydia
Steve R
Eleanor
Jaina
Gray
Rey
Don
Flint
somethingwithturquoise: (eyeroll)
When Summer came in and started setting up for the evening, she noticed that Tino was inspecting her tray of jello she'd brought in a bit more closely and more skeptically than usual. It made Summer feel a little suspicious about why he was paying so much attention, and, after some debate with herself about whether or not she really wanted to know what the issue was, she did eventually ask him what was up.

....which then turned very quickly into a debate about the fact that, technically, they are all still jello shots, and, actually the specials board didn't even say Featured Jello Shots, it said Featured Jello Periodt, and why was he trying to suppress her art like this with stupid pedantics anyway?

UGH. This is why shilling her jello art in other dimensions was so incredibly appealing.

Featured Cocktail
Frozen Banana Split

Featured Jello
Bomb Pops
Blue Raspberry Lemonade Jello Slush
Neapolitan Ice Cream Sandwich
Root Beer Float


Caritas is open!

Fandom Radio, Wednesday 6/25

Jun. 25th, 2025 07:53 am[personal profile] stykera posting in [community profile] fandom_radio
stykera: (mask again)
Good morning, it’s Wednesday again and I’m here and -

*chittering*

And the squirrels would like to complain to island management about the heat. They wouldn’t have to deal with it if they weren’t running around spying all the time. They could just stay somewhere nice and cool and they do this to themselves.

So, let’s just read the notes before the squirrels melt. I don’t think they can really melt. They’re being very dramatic. So. Notes from the school. Gladio joined me for Finding New Hobbies and we learned about camping and Cup Noodle™. Thor brought his Norse Life students to a feast with singing. Everyone ended up very colorful during The Wonderful World of Art because Aphra and Isabela had everyone throwing dyed water balloons at each other. And in Paintball! there were buckets of ice water to go with the paint and Arden won our final game.

Nothing from the dorms for yesterday and the porg would probably be upset but I think he’s hiding from Anakin right now? Or swimming? Perhaps both.

In the town poor Kitty had to deal with Tino as usual and with the zombie band playing songs about heat. I’m sorry, Kitty.

Steph went around town putting up posters about Pride this weekend. A festival and a parade. Good. I like those. Both of those.

And Tony was trying get more things to hand out for Pride and telling Steve about it and promising to ogle him. Right.

That’s all I have from yesterday for today. I have to do a better job avoiding Anakin today than I did last week. I hope you all can do the same.
imafuturist: (working on my tech again)
Tony had spent too long trying to talk Pepper into sending more Stark brand pride merch to give out this weekend. Mostly because she'd already sent enough to give to the entire population of the island with plenty to spare.

Which seemed like a cop out, honestly.

But that didn't stop Tony from sending notes on more bisexual themed merch. Because he always wanted something to be repping for the parade. And maybe he could talk Steve into some purple, pink, and blue short shorts... Hmm. A project.

[for the husband on some SP]
drumsticksandd20s: (Hell Yeah)
It wasn't that Steph had forgotten to do this earlier unlike her player. It was just that last-minute gigs had kept cropping up, and there'd been a flurry of minor issues with repairs at the store (Saffron's toys kept ending up everywhere for some reason, apparently), and as it turned out, when a new RPG system comes out and a lot of people want to play it someone has to GM for them.

Not the planning. That had all gone on behind the scenes because she had this down to a science by now, just putting up the posters. That part was what was only just happening now.

THIS WEEKEND: FANDOM PRIDE RETURNS
Saturday -- Come hang out in the park for the festival!
Food, games, and entertainment will abound.

Sunday -- Parade time!
Walk with us, or join us along the route.

Questions? Contact Steph Gingrich.


A small map with the parade route highlighted was at the bottom of each poster, just to be helpful.

[OOC: Hi. It's, uh. It's been A Time. But by god I'm gonna make this happen. Also, open if you like.]
jedigrammarians: (Aphra: here i come to save the day)
There were brilliant white overalls set out for people to wear today, as well as equally brilliant white drapes set up all over the class room, including over several bucket shaped objects. None of this was at all suspicious.

No doubt it would come completely as a surprise when with a utterly terrifying warcry of "ART ATTACK!" Aphra leapt in a conveniently open window and started throwing waterbombs filled with food dye at random. Isabela made a slightly more dignified entrance (if only because Aphra was drawing everyone's attention) with an actual sneak attack from behind.

Needless to say, those drape covered buckets were also full of dye-filled balloons.

Unlike other dye adjacent activities today, there would be no winner. Or rather, you would all be winners. Colourful, colourful winners.

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