Chloe Saunders | Darkest Powers

Thor was in a contemplative mood tonight at the Devil's Nest, which meant he was ignoring whatever Tiny was doing with the highball glasses over there and hoping they didn't topple and break.

They would be Tiny's problem if they did.

Specials
Beauty Elixir
Love Potion
Black Cat Martini

No claims are made that these drinks contain actual magical properties.

The Devil's Nest is open!

ifwebeworthy posting in

"I realized we haven't really talked about the goddesses of Norse mythology much yet, and that's my mistake." He was preoccupied with the family drama side of things, which the women smartly stayed mostly out of. So today we're going to talk about the goddess who most directly impacts your lives today: Frigg, goddess of marriage, prophecy, and motherhood, wife of Odin. You talk about Frigg at least once a week: Friday is named for her.

"Now, where I'm from, Odin is married to Frigga, who sometimes goes by Freyja. Mythologically speaking, these are two separate goddesses, with Freyja being a goddess of love and beauty, but the names are similar enough that people do get them confused and some scholars argue about whether or not they were originally one goddess. If you'll remember the story we read last week, Freyja featured there. Freyja is also a goddess of the dead: she receives half of those who die in battle in her field of Folkvangr. And, fun fact, she rides in a chariot pulled by cats. Way more fun than goats, right?" Sorry, Thor. "And, because the Norse love a similar name, apparently, she has a twin brother named Freyr. Freyr, Freyja, Frigga, Frigg. Get it? Got it? Good."

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Jane was still noticeably absent today, which was probably not a good sign.

"Today we're watching a movie about that game with all the weird dice," Cara informed them. "There's a shop in town if you feel inspired."

No doubt, Steph would appreciate all the increased custom that was sure to result from this!

wrongkindofsith posting in

This is a post-it. You dragged me out of bed for a post-it.

*chittering*
Don't tempt me, Leroy.

Up at the School, The Long Con explained about how men shouldn't be trusted with things, while Glitter made ornaments. Just because.

Otherwise, nothing much happened in the Dorms or Town.

talentforlying posting in

"I'd say I'm sorry for missing class, but I'm the one who got stuck as a cockroach for a few weeks, so I think you'll all deal with a few missing days," Constantine announced dryly once everyone had arrived.

Look, when Fandom was accurate with its animal transformations, it was accurate, and John wasn't going to argue with it. He knew what he was; an unkillable pest.

"So let's talk about someone that the world tried to stomp-out multiple times, but she never let it stop her from aiming high. Jeanne de Valois Saint Rémy, the Comtesse de la Motte, and the Affair of the Diamond Necklace."

( In the eyes of God and the world, I wanted my life to be as it should have been. )

"Jeanne schemed and scraped her entire life, determined to be recognized in her own right and not just resigned to the trash pile of Europe's royal bastards. And, in her own way, she succeeded, though not in the way she wanted. But that's the risk of the con, innit?"

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Back in the classroom! Back in the desks pushed together with supplies in the middle! Had Kitty actually put the room back together after class last week? No!

"We're going to be making ornaments today," Kitty said. "I know it's April. You may not celebrate chrustmas. But there's nothing stopping you from hanging it on your window or something at any time of year. So have at it, let me know if you need more supplies."

stykera posting in

Welcome to another Wednesday, Fandom.

Another quiet Tuesday yesterday. One class from the school. In Ethics we discussed whether lying is all right. It has to be. Sometimes.

Nothing from the dorms, sorry Porg.

And in the town Tino was once again missing from Caritas and Kitty was no closer to finding out where he was. The drummer was missing as well. I wonder…I hope Tino didn’t end up with the raccoons…

That’s all for today from yesterday. Try to enjoy your days, everyone.

afraid_of_marshmallows posting in

What up, Fandom? It's me, ya girl, Arden Finch, bringing you all the best gossip mediocre squirrel journalists have collected. Don't look at me like that, Leroy, you know what you did.

School had its usual Monday complement of classes. Squirrel talked about boundaries and ways to say no, Beginner Gourmet Cooking Techniques made raindrop cakes which were very cool and also surprisingly hard to make, and Tasks gave knowing something like the back of your hand a run for its money.

No Dorms and no surprises there, but in Town, Caleb was dealing with kitty jealousy in Furnado, the Trooper Station was disappointed that Officer McGarrett wasn't doing an easter egg hunt, and Professor James got an Easter basket from the Easter Raccoon at the Clinic.

And that's all we got, so this is ya girl, Arden Finch, signing off, but leaving you with Keep It Movin' by Yazz, ft. Serayah

sith_happened posting in

There are grand ethical choices to be made that change the course of history," Anakin said, "and there are the temptations to lie when you don't feel like going somewhere."

"After all, it's not like they can prove you didn't have itchy minerals," Ahsoka added.

"But there are some who feel they must be absolutely honest in all interactions," Anakin said.

"Still others might consider such a stance...ill advised."

"Which camp do you fall into, and how truthful would you like to be, even if being honest sent you to a family holiday you'll hate?"

my_own_advocate

Time seemed to slow on this island.

Lucifer was vaguely aware they'd have to go home soon-- that Octavia was likely to get antsy, and Eric inclined to do mad things to the club while he wasn't there.

But this was nice, wasn't it? Quiet when you wanted quiet. Lively fun and time together when you didn't. He'd even started to warm up to all the nature of it all.

Which was, perhaps, why Lucifer had gone for a stroll all by himself this evening, right on the cusp of sundown. He'd wandered down the beach, and then up into the woods. And now, finally, he was heading home, keeping to the lights of the lodge as his North Star.

It was... peaceful.

[[ can be open to those who are there, but mostly to soothe my own frazzled brain ]]

throughaphase posting in

Still no Tino, and he wasn't answering his phone. And the zombie drummer was out. They of course were no help, because, you know, zombies. Everything was probably fine, but Kitty was becoming bothered.

And the band just sounded weird with no percussion. It just did.

throughaphase posting in

Last week, the students had had pictures taken of their hands. If they weren't here last week, it happened before class today.

And then the students would be released into a small room absolutely covered with Polaroids of hands. Not creepy at all. Really.

Find the photo of the back of your hand. Fastest wins.

stykera posting in

fandom_clinic

"The bunny left you a basket," one of the nurses said as Stark walked n to the clinic that afternoon.

"What?"

"See? It says Stark on it in big letters?"

"Yes. I see... but the pawprints look more... raccoon than rabbit."

"It might have been a raccoon wearing bunny ears. I want looking that closely."

Stark approached the basket with no small amount of trepidation.

The crab, meanwhile, was hiding tiny plastic eggs in his tank.

The clinic was open. The crab was a day late. And the alien was in

grenadesandohana posting in

Steve was in the office as usual on Monday, working hard and ignoring the expectant silence radiating off the Troopers.

"What?" he finally asked, looking over at them and the piles of plastic eggs on their desks. "We're not doing an egg hunt. You're grown-ass adults."

The Trooper Station was open and no fun at all, Steve.

throughaphase posting in

Good morning, everyone. This is Kitty with my first broadcast of April and I need someone to explain to me how that happened. I'm going to blink and it'll be summer vacation and I'm not ready for summer vacation.

Anyway. Gregorith celebrated Easter by hiding candy around the museum, and Rey also had a candy-related day in which her tools became Twizzlers. Normal stuff.

And that's it for me. Till next week!

sharp_man posting in

Today class was back in the Danger Shop with their cooking stations, and each one was outfitted with an assortment of gelatin types, food colorings, small knives and spatulas, along with...syringes?

Hannibal nodded to them both and smiled. "Today, we return to gelled things, and we learn about agar." He showed them a number of flakes. "We will be making raindrop cakes. They are deceptively simple in concept, but you will want to ensure you get the mixture and procedure correct so that it stays together. I have enabled us to cheat by using this room to generate a refrigeration unit that will quarter the time it will take to set the cakes. Once you have the basic concept down, you will find a number of ~~moddable~~ mix-ins at your stations, and can work at using them for added flavor and color."

He demonstrated the proper way to dissolve and mix the agar, then waved them toward their stations. "Please ask if you have any questions."

intheeyeofthebeholding posting in

"Yesterday was a holiday for Christians," Jon began today. "Today still is, in the UK. Also it's Passover for Jews. Holidays can be terrible times for people who have issues with distraction or overstimulation. Not that this is the worst of it; that would probably be December. But as now is when we're having class, we'll work with what we've got."

He shrugged. "Again, sleep and exercise came up as good coping mechanisms." But look, not every class could be napping or going for a walk.

"Another one, though, is saying no." Jon was really bad at this one. "Putting up boundaries and finding ways to enforce them. So I thought we could work on that today."

He waved at the whiteboard at the front of the room, then drew a line down the center. "On this side, let's come up with boundaries. Things we don't want to do, particularly on a holiday, although general ones are also fine. On this side, we'll come up with ways to say no to them."

He carefully wrote on the first side, Getting blotto. On the other side next to it went, I'm even more unpleasant. Then he turned expectantly to the students.

not_a_haint posting in

The new-mama cat and her litter were doing quite well and had been moved to a larger cage, to accommodate the little ones' slowly increasing desire/ability to explore their surroundings.

And if Caleb didn't know better, he'd swear the semi-feral Kitten (whom he'd taken to calling Samantha, and who was becoming less feral by the day) was getting a little jealous of the attention he was giving them. She no longer hissed at him when he approached, allowed him to give her scritches even, but still balked at being handled. And she meowed any time he seemed to be looking in the direction of the youngins.

"You're still my favorite, kid." he assured her. "Us strays gotta stick together, right?"

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