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Lydia had long since lost track of the proper rotation of restaurants for the Supper Club, and she felt like Chinese this evening, so: Ching Tai it was! She had sent missives to the usual suspects, and if anyone else wanted to join in, she hoped they would be able to find them. As it was, she was perusing the menu, trying to decide what she would try this time around. (Certainly not anything with a little drawing of a pepper beside it.)

Welcome to Supper Club, everyone! Ching Tai is open!

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The bar had received a delivery of satsumas.

Crates and crates of satsumas.

Tiny had commandeered some of them for some sort of satsuma pyramid, while Thor was searching up things to do with them, the StarkPhone looking tiny in his hands.

Specials
Satsuma Fizz
Satsuma Smash
Satsuma Orange Vodka Cocktail

The Devil's Nest is open! And full of citrus.

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Don could have sworn he'd signed up to teach something in his medical wheelhouse, but he knew better than to take it up with the moose, so here they were.

"Good morning!" he greeted his students. "I'm Dr. Donald Blake, this is Norse Mythology, and if you're wondering what my qualifications are to teach this class, well..." He winked. "That's classified." Half of his students would get the joke. "Doing review for this class reminded me that a lot of the myths as they're written down here are not how they happened in my world, but then, the texts get a lot wrong there, too. So we're going to be going by the texts, because that's the official version, although I may provide commentary, and if things are different where you're from, please, let me know. It's always interesting to learn about different traditions.

"Now, since we're going by the texts that means this class will not be 'Ten Times Odin Was The Worst,' and don't even get me started on Loki." Also it would make Thor sad. That was his dead dad and brother, Don. Yes, they were kind of the worst, but still. "Also, I, for lack of a better word, follow Thor." He used his thumb to hitch the chain of his Mjolnir pendant out from under his sweater, so everyone could see it, and then added, "Not her," with a gesture toward Jane ~~if she was present~~. "It's complicated." In that he followed Thor in much the same way thunder followed lightning, but sure, people could think he was talking about the 'two Thors' thing. "We all have our biases, and now you know mine. And now I would like to know yours. You know the drill, or should by now. Name, where you're from, a skim of what you already know about Norse mythology. Your religious affiliation, if you think it might be relevant to the class. Let's start with you," he said, picking a student at random.

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Luma hadn't been to the shop in a while, it was true. Things had gotten a bit...intense, back home, so she and Eleanor had missed out on a good chunk of the end of the year, and Eleanor decided to stay and finally take care of things...as Luma felt she should have been doing pretty much from the get-go! She needed to take responsibility for all she'd done, and especially with Rhys the way he was, he needed her...

And Luma wasn't done getting her taste of the outside world, yet. Eleanor had her chance; now it was Luma's turn.

So she came back sans sister this semester, after a bit of a hiatus, and when she entered Pixie Dust to find a veritable explosion of argyle, she took it as a personal offense.

"Ugh."

Maybe the outside world wasn't all it was cracked up to be after all.

If no customers came in (and why would they??), she was definitely going to turn into a wolf and take care of this the feral way...

Pixie Dust is open!

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The classroom was cozy, but most importantly, it smelled like fresh popcorn. Mostly because there was a lot of it waiting for the class.

"So, movies!" Jane said. "Much easier topic than driving on this island."

That was a low bar

Below the floor even.

"So you'll have no excuse for not passing." Not that Cara had ever actually failed anyone, that would require classes actually making sense.

Jane ate some of the popcorn with a thoughtful look. "She's not wrong."

"It's a simple enough deal," Cara said. "We play some movies, you get some culture, everyone wins."

Especially Cara once everyone figured out what kind of movies they'd be showing.

"Amd today we start easy," Jane said. "With introductions. Oh! And your favorite movies."

"Maybe we'll show them."

Spoiler: they wouldn't.

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I have a first period class this semester, so let's get this done.

Up at the School, after introductions, The Long Con was all about figuring out who you wanted to be, but which I mean making fake IDs, while Creative Writing also did introductions. Arden was 'twitchy' in the Library, where Caleb was surprised at all the books, and Gray told Arden of his trials.

The Dorms were once again quiet, while in Town, Adrian had a kitty Rey at Pick Your Poison, Gray had to deal with people attempting to make waffles sad at Over Easy, and Octavia was behind the bar at the Devil's Nest

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Some days the coffee machine at home just wasn't enough.

And some days the coffee machine at home just didn't work because of ill fated experiments involving an attempt at infusing coffee with things coffee apparently shouldn't be infused with - at least not through putting the thing directly into the machine.

Which one of those days this one was... was unimportant and nothing to worry about!

Harley sailed into the Perk and directly up to the counter with way too much pep in her step for someone who hadn't had her morning caffeine yet: "Hello! I'll take it extra large and with everything in it!"

The baristas were already used to these kinds of orders from her, so this was going to be fine.

Probably.

(open! and early)

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Gray was fighting for his life at Over Easy today.

"No, we're not going 'healthy,' this is--we already have stuff like yogurt bowls on the--people's New Year's Resolutions are their own problem...Have you met Raiden? Do you want to tell him about this low-fat low-carb low-happiness plan? Do you know what Raiden looks like when he's disappointed in you? Because this is how you find out...that's what I thought."

Will It Waffle? Wednesday Special
French Toast Waffles

Over Easy is open!

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It’s Wednesday again and I’m here again. It seems I’m to be doing this another year. The squirrels have not yet tired of tormenting me early in the morning once a week.

There are notes from the school because break is over and classes have started again. Raiden has a class on Feeding Yourself and asked for introductions and what his students know about using appliances. Ethics is once again being taught by Anakin and Ahsoka and today was introductions for that class as well. And for Basic Training, taught by Gambit, the students showed off what they could do in the Danger Shop.

I have nothing from the dorms, the porg is disappointed in everyone, and I have one note from the town. A quiet day all around it seems. Kitty was at Caritas working on plans for her glitter class and then suddenly she was a small lion. I’m sorry, Kitty. I hope this isn’t the start of a lot of transformations…

That’s all from yesterday. Try to enjoy your Wednesdays even if you’ve turned into an animal for no reason.

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Class had been told to meet in the Danger Shop, which was set to look like a normal classroom, albeit one lacking both teachers.

Then with a dramatic crash of thunder and lightning, Isabela appeared in the doorway. "It was a dark and stormy night," she intoned, equally dramatically.

Aphra, meanwhile, entered via the window with an even more dramatic shattering of glass. "Then the ninjas attacked."

"You're probably wondering how we got here," they said in unison, and if anyone suspected the majority of their class prep time had been spent practising this, they'd be right.

"Introductions are important," Isabela told the class.

Aphra followed up with "You only get one chance to make a first impression, well unless you go into some serious identity hijinks, but that's a different lesson."

"Today we'd like you to find your favourite opening line from this list-" Isabela produced several thick stacks of paper and started passing them around. "- and build an introduction to the rest of the class around them."

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It had taken Arden a few minutes to figure out what was off about the library when she'd walked in. Nothing seemed awry at first glance: the gremlins were there, but being an acceptable level of rowdy, the books were all in their shelves, save those she had to shelve, and there weren't any weird tableaux, weather patterns, or voices anywhere that she could spot.

So now Arden was twitchy for no good reason that she could spot. But she was definitely twitchy. Was this what going crazy felt like?

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So, by this point, Adrian was pretty familiar with people turning into animals. Hell, he turned into hollyhocks for one ungodly reason or another. But waking up next to an animal when one was expecting to wake up next to one's girlfriend was an experience he had not yet had.

Well, not until Monday, anyway, when he woke up intending to ask Rey what she'd like for breakfast and instead found a little sandcat (sandkitten?) curled up on her pillow. Truly a heartmelting view, except, y'know, he'd been hoping to wake up next to a human.

The next few days had, of course, been a whirlwind of making sure that Rey had everything she needed, including her own little cushion and kitty blanket. Because it was winter and Rey hated the cold and he wasn't taking chances that her cat form was any more comfortable with it.

""We're at work right now, Rey," he reminded the cat who was cheerfully tumbling off of her cushion to go exploring. "You remember the rule, right? No attacking Pam's plants."

He was pretty sure she didn't speak English right now, and even more sure she wasn't listening at all even if she had, so hopefully people would forgive him if he was a little less attentive to their needs today in favor of keeping all plants and cats in the same condition as they'd been when they'd walked in.

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The trip to the Bahamas (or the trip that had turned into a trip to the Bahamas) was over, as were the holidays, and Octavia was finally back behind the bar at the Devil's Nest.

Tiny was also still dressed overly warmly.

"It's not that cold."

Apparently people from post-apocalyptic worlds got no more of an opinion than vampires did. Octavia let it slide with half an eye roll, and busied herself with checking some of the new stock.

[ooc: Open, but slowwww.]

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It was a grumpy, rumpled librarian that stomped his way into class after the students had arrived, bonelessly dropping into his chair and kicking his feet up on to his desk as he fished about in his coat for some cigarettes.

God, why the fuck had he been assigned first period? This was some sort of fucking revenge by that sodding moose, wasn't it? John hadn't started drinking yet, but this was fucking inhumane, to be sober at this hour. Bloody hell.

"Right, I'm Constantine, and you're most likely here because you're gullible and thinking this is going to be an easy 'A', a delinquent, or for some strange reason thought this was an academic class with philosophical value," he said, lighting up. "More the fools you, but I can work with it."

"So, let's start with the basics. A con is a game, one where hopefully you're the one writing the rules and the people around you are the pieces you're moving. It's a scam, a grift, a hustle, all those words designed to make it sound as shady as possible, although the number of reasons you could be running a con are infinite, at least when you're justifying it to yourself. It usually just boils down to one, very simple motivation: You want something," he continued bluntly. "So give me your name - or whatever the hell you want to be called for the purposes of this class, I don't care - and tell me one time you ran a scam on someone. Give me an idea of what you already know, kids, then we'll get on to Arts and Crafts."

...did he mean for that to sound slightly ominous? Maybe. It was too fucking early for this shite.

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The Danger Shop was set up to resemble a large, sun-filled room with a number of comfortable looking meditation cushions set up in a rough semi-circle facing the front.On the whole the vibes were very calm and welcoming. Anakin had not picked this simulation.

Anakin, in fact, looked much less relaxed than the room should make him. "Welcome to the Jedi Temple," he said. "Apparently.'

Ahsoka surely didn't know any reason it could have made him off kilter. At all. "Also welcome to this semester's Ethics class," she said. "Given the influence of the Jedi in developing both Master Skywalker's and my own sense of ethics, it seemed a good place to start with for introductions."

"Ohh," Anakin said quietly. "Oh no."

He started to look at the door. "Is he coming?"

"You're going to have to be more specific," Ahsoka replied, because there were honestly so many people Anakin could be referring to, before addressing the class again. "But for now I'd like to tell you all about how Anakin and I met."

There was one "him" that loomed particularly large in Anakin's mind, but he wasn't going to manifest a holographic version of Obi-Wan by naming him. "You were very short then," he said instead.

Ahsoka had been tempted for the visual. "I was fourteen," she said, holding her hand about the height of where the tips of her montrals would've been. "I'd just been assigned as the Padawan learner of the infamous Hero Without Fear, who promptly hid behind his own master."

"In my defense, I was an idiot," Anakin said.

"And not all that much older than I was, when all's said and done," Ahsoka added. "But in the end, I don't think I would have made it with any other master . The point of this is that at some point you will fail, and what's important is what you do and what you afterwards."

Anakin nodded. "I got better," he said. "Mostly."

Mostly. Meanwhile Ahsoka was perfect and had no concerns or worries whatsoever about training her own Padawan.

Of course not! "Today's lesson is to make a good impression," Anakin said, nodding. "Introduce yourself in a way that won't make you cringe to think back on."

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It's possible that I am the only one who likes this meme. But I am suddenly in a meme-ing mood, which like never happens, and this is the meme I wanted to do. And per

throughaphase's fabulous spreadsheet, we haven't done this one in nearly five years!

Friends, we are due.

Anyway:

Tell us about your character's journal name, what it means and how you decided on it?

Let's gooooooo!

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It was a quiet night, so Kitty was at the bar, trying to scribble out some kind of plan for a class on glitter. Seriously, you'd think it'd be easier but not if you wanted it to be something beyond just arts and crafts.

And then all of a sudden... cat. Just a little tiny lion cub behind the bar in a pile of clothes.

Welp. The plan for class was now next week's problem.

[Its a mod Tino night!]

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Once the students had assembled in the Home Ec room, Raiden greeted them all with a hearty, "Good morning! I'm Raiden, and this is the basic cooking class! If you wanted the advanced cooking class, it's on Monday and you already missed the first one, but I'm sure the moose can sort you out. So!" He clapped his hands together. It was loud. "Let's get started! Before we do anything involving sharp or hot objects, I'd like to know what I'm working with, and I'd like to make sure you all have full bellies. There's a ~~handwavey~~ selection of breakfast sandwiches over there," he said, waving toward a table where there were also carafes of coffee and orange juice, along with assorted other accoutrements to go with the sandwiches. Did you want hash browns? There were probably hash browns. "So please help yourselves, and then I'd like for everyone to introduce themselves and tell me about your current level of cooking skill, and your level of familiarity with the appliances and fixtures at the cooking stations. If you don't know what a stove is or how a sink works, I need to know so I can teach you. Let's get started!"

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Class met -- as it would every week, most likely -- in the Danger Shop. (Gambit was basically guaranteed to call it the wrong thing every time he talked about it; why was it a "shop" here and not a "room"?) Today it was left neutral when the students arrived, the walls bare and a plain landlord-beige. Just a big empty space ready to be filled with possibility!

Or at least robot drones.

Gambit, suited up in his full working uniform, complete with ridiculous "X" branded accessories, stood leaning against his bo staff, and gave the students a cheeky wave as they entered, counting them up and looking for anyone who might be missing. "Bonjour," he greeted when it seemed everyone who was coming had arrived. "Some of you I know. Some I don't. I'm Gambit. King of Thieves and more-than-occasional professional superhero. I'm here to introduce you to some of the basic training drills I and my fellow X-Men do on a regular basis to keep ourselves in full fighting shape. To do it right, though, I gotta know what each of you can do. So that's what we're doing today."

He pushed himself upright from his lean, gave his staff a spin, then hit the button that caused it to collapse into something pocket-sized and tucked it away, replacing it with a deck of cards that he idly shuffled while he spoke.

"Your job today is to show off. Let us all see what you can do. Maybe you have special powers, like me. Maybe you don't, but you've got skills: great aim, say, or acrobatics. Maybe you just got a lot of cash to spend on goodies and want to use them to save the world. Superheroing, she takes all types."

He flicked the top card of his deck up between his index and middle fingers and charged it, causing it to glow a fabulous fuchsia that matched the breastplate of his armor. "Me, I make things go 'boom'." He flicked the card away. Sure it enough, it burst in a bright flash against the wall, leaving a scorch mark that would vanish once everyone's attention was elsewhere, thanks to the Danger Shop's safeties. He flicked another card up between his fingers and pointed it at one of the students. "How 'bout you?"

[open class is open!]

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Hey there island! What up? It's me, ya girl Arden Finch, and welcome to this, my first radio broadcast of 2026! And hey, we're celebrating with plenty of notes today, even, though the porg is looking disappointed again, so I guess we're back to no dorm note.

We did have School, though! It's the first week, so you know what means. That's right! Introductions. Squirrel! had normal introductions: names, pronouns, reasons. Beginner Gourmet Cooking Techniques had introductions with French onion soup and coquilles St Jacques, and Tasks! had all the watermelon they could eat in one minute.

Again, no Dorms - sorry porg - but in Town, there was a lot of stuff happening. Professor Vess was at the Infinite Consortium, where she was visited by Sairis for tea and questions. Dr. Isley returned to Pick Your Poison and checked on all her plants. Vi found the Magpie Emporium full of orders from people who didn't realize that the store was closed. Steph came by with plenty of lunch to help her get through. Ray - Raiden - was at Pizza Planet making King Cake calzone and now I have so many questions. Professor James brought the remainder of his watermelon to the Clinic, and Officer McGarrett was trying to bribe his way into forgiveness from the Troopers at the Station. And, lastly, Mr. Northman was judgy at the Devil's Nest about Tiny's dressing for warmth.

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Ching Tai, Thursday Evening

The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

Norse Mythology, Thursday, Second Period

Pixie Dust; Thursday [01/08].

Cinema Studies, Thursday, Period One

WTFH - Fandom Radio [Thurs, Jan 8th]

The Perk; Thursday Morning

Over Easy, Wednesday

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Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

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