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"Steve," a normal person might say, "you have had major surgery! It normally takes three months to recover! Only an idiot would go to work!"

And, indeed, Danny had said something very like that just this morning.

Yet here Steve was at work. Please don't let today be the day Fandom pulled a Honolulu had had a nuclear bomb scare, okay?

On the off chance anyone in the class had ever wondered just how drunk two people with an intimate awareness of their limits and who'd decided to race past those limits could get, the answer was: very. The the point that the only reason Ahsoka wasn't wearing dark glasses to class was that she didn't have ears to hook them over.

"Today," Anakin said, very quietly with his hood up like a normal person who feared light, "is going to be a very quiet class. Very. Quiet."

"So quiet that your task involves almost no talking," Ahsoka, who had hearing much more sensitive than a human's and was deeply regretting that fact, said. Which would explain the stack of whiteboards and markers.

"First you'll very quietly take out your pictures of your best-looking family members and in your softest voice explain who they are or were," Anakin said. "And then we've split you into teams of two. We'll explain more once the pictures are finished."

Once Anakin had finished his near silent judging, Ahsoka continued. "One half of each pair has three minutes to come up with and write down as many obscure animals as they can think of. You can go off into your cubicles now and start writing." She turned to the other half of the pairs. "Once their time is up, you will hand them this clue, which tells them they must attempt to mime their list of animals for you to guess. You will write you guesses down on the whiteboard. The team with the most correct guesses wins."

Class today was back in the Danger Shop, which was made up to look like a ropes course, parts of it high off the ground. Was anyone afraid of heights?

"Welcome back to anyone who was indisposed this weekend," Jaina began, not at all looking at a husband who was resolutely not acknowledging that he'd gotten a boot put on him yesterday for being illegally parked. "We're back to it today, where you're all going to throw on some safety gear and make some teamwork happen."

Jag, also resolutely not a car, continued, "You'll have three tasks that will require you to work together to complete them. You'll have to complete all three by the end of class, and no powers are allowed."

"All right," Jaina said. "Let's get you all suited up."

The store was never not at least a little bit ready for Pride, but the big box of decorations had been slightly belatedly but enthusiastically been dragged out of storage and set up about the store, with more flags hung out and the pin displays and themed sets of dice put out in an even more prominent spot than usual.

Like last week, Vi had the model paints out, but today she was touching up Little Bot's rainbow paint job and mostly ignoring the half-finished and in her opinion not very good sketch she had in her notebook.

Nell had a busy morning tracking down some exotic flowers from a man who wanted to impress his girlfriend. She'd tried to suggest that buying a set of super expensive and fragile orchid plants, might not be the best choice, but he was having nothing to do with her suggestions, so...

She was on the phone explaining the situation to one of their suppliers. It was taking a while because he was laughing so hard.

She'd be glad of a break later on.

For a brief moment, Summer was slightly thrown off by the cheese panda wearing a nametag. Not only that, but also what the nametag actually said.

"Do not," she said firmly, "tell me that this whole time, your name has been Earl."

Earl the Cheese Panda? Ridiculous. No. She refused to believe it.

Thankfully, her doubt proved to be well-founded, because he was only Earl for National Earl Day. Apu was also wearing a nametag that said Earl, and wouldn't you know it, he also had one for Summer.

"....fine," she said, taking it with a sigh and only because he'd made it very pink and sparkly and so it was pretty funny, actually.

Today's Squishy Flavors

Strawberry Rhubarb Pie
Duck à L'orange
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Jaina was up early in the living room, sitting on the sofa and working out what class was going to be for today since it had been a little hard to do that this weekend. Not that she didn't know how these things worked.

As expected, Jag came in the front door, looking pretty damn broody. He stood there for a second, like he hadn't counted on Jaina being right there.

"We're not talking about it," he said.

"Never talking about it," she agreed, watching as he nodded and walked into the next room.

She'd give him a whole five minutes of not talking about it.

You know, as far as these weekends went, Prompto was feeling glad that he didn't wake up in absolute and utter pain from his legs wanting to fall off or his back aching from biking or rolling around the island all weekend. But there was still a negative side-effect of having been the personification of a shower over the last few days: it made him feel really awkward when actually faced with the prospect of a shower that morning.

And so as he was sitting there at the computer, working on touching base with his back-up photographer and figuring out how best to explain why he couldn't follow through on his gig that weekend (he had a contingency partner on the mainland for exactly these reasons!), he would occasionally stop and wrinkle his nose and lift up his arm for a deep breath to make sure he wasn't smelling to...uhh...ripe due to not having showered that morning. Which was going to be an issue if he was already feeling pretty gross having just skipped today's. But he couldn't even think of a shower without then hearing Johnny Splash's drawling honky-tonk voice in his head, commenting on it.

Maybe he could just splash around and clean up in the ocean? He'd dealt with worse in the past! Surely, he'd figure something out!

The Photo Hut is open!

So the weekend had been very weird, even if all of Sunday's planned posts had been devoured by mandatory social but it was hardly the first time the island had been swept up by that kind of nonsense. At least she hadn't been a squirrel again.

But Monday had rolled around and she was thankfully herself again (less sweet innocence and more tit, thank Gaea), and Liliana was quite pleased to focus on the other sweeping changes that had occurred the week prior. Her new ring sat comfortably on her left hand, every So often catching the light and shimmering like a thousand golden suns.

Ugh, she was being sappy and sentimental. She might have to commit a few war crimes to set herself back on an even keel.

... But it really was a pretty ring, wasn't it?

Harry had not found anything out about how or why he ended up here. And doors just randomly locked on him, proving that someone (JARVIS) was pulling the strings like some kind of insidious puppet master.

Which meant he ended up on the roof through a series of doors that weren't locked.

Upside? There was a whole fridge full of cheese and wine and also a hot tub. So guess who was getting white girl wasted in the hot tub. This guy.

[for those tower mates!]

Flash had finally made it to the lobby of this building he'd woken up in! At this rate he'd be at his desk at the Department of Mammal Vehicles right on time when it opened on Monday Morning. He loved it when he was on schedule.

Look at him go! Such blazing speed! You know, for a sloth.

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Did Rey actually know she was supposed to be at work right now? Probably not! But she was here, even if she couldn't really do anything because she couldn't hold any tools with her hand shape.

You know what she could hold in her hand, though? Iced coffee.


[Open but very slow!]

Was Jake Jensen shamelessly using the dog he'd found in his giant ass tower to go to a coffee shop and pick up women?

Yes. Yes, he was. And he wasn't even sorry about it.

Just don't ask him what the dog's name was because he had no idea.

[OOC: Open!]

Yes, Jack believed all the Force users in the multiverse could use a few lessons in doing normal people things more often. He had frequently coerced, wheedled, and poked several of them into it over the years. But this? Making Lana Beniko, ex-Sith spymaster, man the merch booth?

Had to be his greatest achievement.

It maybe gave a little extra oomph to his performance that evening.

It was also when, after they were done, one of the first things he did was haul his sweaty ass back to the merch stand. "Sooo," he said, grinning. "How are we doing?"

[[ for a lana ]]

*chittering*

What in the actual *BEEP* is happening here? I've been kidnapped again. By rodents.

*angry chittering*

I don't care! I'm not your prisoner!

*door slamming and locking*

This place is so messed up. You all know that, right? 

*chittering*

So, if I just read these, I'm free to go. Right? Fine. Bring them on. Let's do these weird notes. In the dorms--you know spying on kids is just messed up--there was a piece of cheese in a common room. What the *BEEP* does that even mean? There was also a sloth trying to make it's way downstairs. Doesn't look like it was getting there anytime soon.

In town, some lady named Padme woke up with Dean and was confused by it. Yeah, welcome to the club. I woke up with Jensen and was viciously assaulted by a dog. Some guys named Steve and Danny talked about punching Nazis and safehouses. Right. Totally normal. Posiedon--now I know these notes are all messing with me--well, Poseidon was on the beach. He got to meet Johnny Splash who is, get this, a shower. Right. So we're all being drugged. That makes more sense, yeah. Stark tried to say hi to the shower guy. Donald Duck and the shower guy got into a fight. Posiedon liked the hat. The little sailor hat deal. This Stark guy also met Donald Duck before not really explaining anything to Posiedon. 

In the... mansion in the woods. Seriously, what is wrong with this place? Princess Lili woke up with a game show host named.... Sassy Chap. That just sounds like a messed up code name or something. She eventually ran off to the very specific Arden Woods to try and find some guy named Jack. Jaina found out that her husband was a Jaguar. The car. I'm... sorry? Or congratulations? I really don't know which. Watts and a Steven had strawberry shortcake in some boarding house and somehow that's so normal it seems ominous. There was some masked guy running around town to... fight crime? I really can't tell from this note.

That Padme lady from before ended up at the bar and the bartender there dressed up like her? Okay, I'm glad I didn't find that place now. Anakin apparently knew her and said it wasn't a kidnapping. Which I really don't think is true. Since I'm freaking STUCK IN HERE.

*chittering*

Well, I am. Jaina ended up telling Anakin and Padme about the car thing and how they knew each other. Kind of. Rey who was a Lego... okay, you can't just put that on a note and not explain what the hell it means. But a Lego ordered a drink from Padme and explained that she knew Anakin who looked different. Stark was rightfully confused by the Lego person, but for the wrong reasons. He found out that Anakin was a childhood friend of Padme and that Padme had a lot of experience with being kidnapped. Ahsoka--sure, why not another weird name--had a drink offered by Anakin and a shocked look from Padme. And Jonny ordered a very manly drink.

There. That's all you shoved at me. Can I leave?

*sullen chittering*

Okay. Good. Bye. Try not to get kidnapped by freaking squirrels.

The streets of Mont St. Michel were just as in danger from Hawkmoth and his akuma as the streets of Paris. Cat Noir snuck, dashed, and backflipped his way across the rooftops, keeping a close eye on the streets. He didn't know where Ladybug was, but that was fine. It just meant that he'd have some stories to impress her with when he and Plagg returned to Paris.

While he was definitely keeping an eye out for akuma, he was also looking for a fromagerie. The house they were staying in didn't have an ounce of camembert in it, and Plagg was going to need some after Cat Noir detransformed.

Did Padme know that she needed to go to work at a bar? No. No, she did not. But she did need a drink as she figured out how best to address her current situation and that somehow ended up being said bar.

And then the bartender there had taken one look at her and her over the top outfit and disappeared for five minutes before returning in a matching outfit.

How long had Tino had that just waiting? Why had Tino had that waiting? These were questions to ponder and never learn the true answers to because, well, Tino.

Specials
Sarlacc Pit
Yub Nub
Coruscant Cooler

[ocd? I don't know her]

It was a concern when Jaina didn't find Jag in the house when she got up. If not for the circumstances at home, she wouldn't have thought much of it, but the boys were fine and nothing felt wrong so she tamped down the paranoia and got ready for the day.

And on the way out with the kids, she spotted the car. It was impossible not to. The streets here were not built for cars, and it almost blocked the door. Which was a concern until she came around to the side of the car and saw that it was a Jaguar.

She sighed so, so hard. "This is the saddest way to get me to handle all your calls."


[Yep. Open if you're in the area!]

Flash didn't realize it was Saturday, so he was on his way to work at the DMV (Department of Mammal Vehicles) at his usual lightning-fast speed.

Okay, it had taken him a few hours to get to this point, but for a sloth? Incredibly fast! Wow, look at him...inch along.

He'd get there eventually. Maybe.

((Open post is open!))