Raven

"Did you come back because you heard it was pollen time?" Kitty asked, deeply annoyed.

Tino didn't answer, but his expression said it all.

"Gross," she said, phasing into the bar to start working. "So gross."

The good news was that she had backup so she could leave once they were past her kid's bedtime.

[Open!]

afraid_of_marshmallows posting in

Augh! I'm here! I'm here! I didn't forget! I was--well, don't you worry what I was doing, I'm here now and that's what matters.

*squirrely snickering*

Shut up. Ahem. Anyway, what up, it's me, ya girl, blah blah blah. Let's just get a move on here, okay? Nobody's listening to this anyway, and I've got...plans...to get back to. Shut up. Let's just start talking about School all right? Squirrel had us meditating as far away from one another as we could be and this makes so much more sense now. Beginning Gourmet Cooking Techniques had us prepare a meal and mine was pretty delicious, I think. And Tasks had the class keep a baseketball on a treadmill for as long as possible, but without touching the ball or the treadmill. This is some advanced problem solving, galaxy brain development for sure.

No Dorms, but also let's not think too hard about why, and in Town, Professor Vess spent most of her shift at the Infinite Consortium daydreaming, Dr. Isley tidied up around Pick Your Poison before heading back home and, honestly, cannot blame her, and Vi was shadowboxing at the Magpie Emporium in order to, ah, work off some energy, which was made all the hard--all the more difficult with Steph there. Raiden was being really rude at Pizza Planet and making aphrodisiac pizzas, when Professor James stopped by after his Clinic to definitely think about pizzas and not how hot Raiden is. Hey! That's my big brother, squirrels! Don't make it weird! And Officers Williams and McGarrett were home that night...and who could say what they were doing, not me! Because I refuse to read anymore of that note; it's three pages long and there's underlining and, nope! That's enough radio for me, today!

So...yeah. Uh. That's today's broadcast, this is Arden signing off, I've got places to go and people to--see, so yeah! I'm off! Enjoy today's track, Do It For Me by RosenfelD. Arden out!

shapethecentury posting in

Bucky had found reasons to stay in Wakanda for the past month, after that disastrous conversation with Jesse. It wasn't smart, and he knew it. Knew he was probably mostly at fault, too. But he'd needed the time.

Maybe still needed time, but he'd still shown back up on the island this morning - only to retreat immediately to the theater.

He felt too off to begin with to have figured out what the island was up to, yet. But Ingrid was apparently well aware, and was actively discouraging anyone from getting hot and heavy in the dark of the auditorium:

NOW SHOWING
UNSEXY SHORT DOCUMENTARIES ABOUT CHEESE

carbsliftthespirit posting in

"Okay, so...it's our final, and...the island appears to be having one of those weeks. So I'm not going to make you work with sharp or hot objects while distracted. That seems like a bad idea. And that's your final lesson: sometimes you just can't cook for yourself. Sometimes you need some help. That's what takeout is for. And Gatorade. Remember to hydrate. You all get As, now get out and uh, be responsible."

hatesparadise

Well, it was that week again. And sometimes you just had to take advantage of it. Which was why he'd shoved Steve out to pick up enough groceries to get them through the week and maybe a good amount of Gatorade for hydration purposes.

This wasn't their first rodeo, thanks.

Look, when you're mid-aged, you sort of had to latch onto the fun things when they happened. Which was why Danny was doing some agitated reorganizing of the bedroom while he waited for Steve to return.

[for the partner! all that slow play]

throughaphase posting in

Last class! Last task! The simulations were in the backyard of the house today, where a treadmill stood next to a basketball.

Keep the basketball on the treadmill for as long as possible. You may not touch the basketball or the treadmill. Powers are not allowed. The treadmill will be turned on in two minutes.

sharp_man posting in

"Welcome to your final," Hannibal told them. Was he aware of the pollen? Of course. Was he going to let it stop this? Of course not. You were both adults; if he could keep from killing people for an hour, you could focus enough for a cooking test.

"Cook me something; the more techniques and awareness you show of what we've discussed, the better you will score."

Then he was sitting down with his phone and looking up ~~victims~~ things for later.

intheeyeofthebeholding posting in

"Right. Um." Jon sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose. "So today was to be 'concentrate on a project as your final'. I even made a project for us. Then the island had...well. Other ideas. So...so maybe let's just meditate. If you can't, that's fine. Just use this as a chance to get away from everybody."

Wasn't that what everyone wanted to do this time of year?

Jon brought up the...well, he was going for meditation room, but apparently it would be the human-sized cat tower program again. He gestured wearily at it. "Have at, I suppose." He turned the air filters on maximum and found a one-hour meditation for them.

stykera posting in

fandom_clinic

Yesterday had been irritating but Stark had tried to ignore it. Today was more of the same feelings and he was resigned to it.

This week had been far more enjoyable in the past.

He came into the clinic, looked at the display of informational pamphlets and a wide variety of prophylactics and sighed. Heavily.

"Take what you need!" One nurse told him, far too cheerfully. "Stabby's got his lobsters visiting so avoid Exam 1. Better for everyone that way. And Exam 4 is... also occupied and you could go in there, they wouldn't mind, but I'm not sure you'd enjoy it all that much."

Another sigh escaped Stark.

"Maybe I should go pick up lunch for everyone? And...gatorade?" Really, Stark just didn't want to be sitting still right now.

The nurse grinned. "Couldn't hurt!"

"It could," Stark said. "It most certainly could."

The clinic was open, the crab was unavailable at this time, and the alien was in and thinking about running off to jump into the sea or similar.

throughaphase posting in

Good morning, Fandom. I guess good morning to some of you more than others.

I'm kind of surprised there's not more debauchery to report on. Gregorith was enjoying the weather outside of the museum, and Rey didn't make it through her shift at Stark's and I can imagine why. Because that's where all our brains are right now.

That's it. Enjoy the week, I guess. Make only one or two regrets!

carbsliftthespirit posting in

Raiden knew what week it was.

Raiden also knew that people needed fuel for all of that...stuff...they were doing. And what better fuel than pizza?

Specials
Chargrilled Oyster Pizza
Shaved Asparagus Pizza
Spinach & Artichoke Pizza
Strawberry, Basil, & Balsamic Pizza

Pizza Planet is open! And serving aphrodisiacs, apparently.

giveittoyoursister posting in

Much as she'd rather stay at home in bed, or out of bed as the mood struck, Vi was being responsible and had come in to work.

For values of work that involved mostly shadowboxing to burn off excess energy while Little Bot trundled around the store with a spray bottle of cold water. So, you know, "work".

joan_of_bark posting in

Pam's portal always left her upstairs in the apartment above the shop, and so going downstairs to check on it didn't take more than half a minute, and--

"Oh no," she muttered, sensing the pollen on the air as her feet touched down on the ground floor. She pinched her brow. "Not again."

Well. She'd just clean up the store a bit and then hightail it back home before she did something she regretted (again).

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deathsmajesty posting in

It had taken quite an effort to get out of bed and to the shop today, even moreso than usual. And she was getting absolutely no work done, indulging in very inappropriate daydreams instead.

She might notice that something was amiss...eventually. But for now, it was only a few degrees more intense than a normal Monday, here at the Consortium.

imafuturist posting in

I'm here, I'm here! Sorry.

*annoyed chittering*

I was off island, I'm sorry. I'm sure Lydia did a lovely job filling in, though. Hi, everyone. This is Tony Stark, back at it with the news from yesterday. Which is... Caleb was writing on a bench at the park. And that's all the squirrels decided to jot down.

Well, with that, I'll be heading back home now. Enjoy the weekend!

thatwaslucky posting in

Traditionally, Rey hated pollen. It was a days long exercise in blocking an entire island of people out, it gave her a headache, she hated it. Except when she had a super hot boyfriend right there. Then she didn't care about anyone else and it was going to be a great week.

And still, she'd stupidly- stupidly- come in to work. It was only so many hours, she had to get stuff done, something something work ethic, it was fine.

She was getting no work done, at least not well, and was definitely not going to stay her whole shift.

[Open!]

apologizeswithpie posting in

It was cold again, but it was also gloomy and Gregorith was discovering that his inner emo kid liked that.

So he was somewhat bundled up, sitting on a folding chair just outside the entrance to the museum under an umbrella enjoying a mug of the tea that Persephone had sent him.

The museum is open.

mustbeawitch posting in

Good morning, everyone, and yes, it is Saturday once more. The squirrels assure me they shan't disrupt my Sunday, but they have lied about such things before. They are rather squirrely, are they not? La!

Let's see...at the school, Overcoming Obstacles held a 'Puppy Bowl' and Cupcakes of the World(s) learned of cupcakes that are not from Italy. I've nothing from the dormitory, good to see my wards are holding up, but a few notes from the town, where Miss and Dean Skywalker enjoyed bagels and coffee at the former's warehouse , whilst Dr. Quinn was roller...blading...whatever that means, at Needful Things, and was asked about the roller...blades by Miss Skywalker. At the Trooper Station, the troopers in question were engaged in some sort of game or perhaps team building exercise, and Detective Watts was joined for luncheon, which was spent planning their next holiday, with Mr. Grant.

And I am sure a great number of other things happened, but the squirrels didn't bother to note them down. With that, dear listeners, I shall bid you farewell until--hopefully--next week!

not_a_haint posting in