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Henry had been halfway up the hill back to Pirkstein, his attention caught by a flash of yellow up by the gates - and then, abruptly, with a shout of "Henry!" still in his ears, he no longer was.

Instead he was standing in the middle of the park again, Pebbles by his side, the sunlight cut away to darker skies. He blinked, and then he sighed, deflating somehow, as if he hadn't been expecting this--

And then a loud barking cut straight through his maudlin thoughts.

"Mutt!" he said, surprised, staring at the brown-and-white dog as he sped past Henry and towards the sleeping flamingos. "...Mutt! Get back here! Don't scare the bloody--"

Welcome home, Henry.

[[ open! ]]

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Once Rey figured out the trick to the popups that had been a thorn in her side for months, they were actually sort of fun? All the time she'd been worrying about the objects themselves was a waste of time when she should have been worrying about the space around the objects. That moved. That she could predict.

She'd started dreading running the course, but she was going at it pretty hard today. She wasn't doing anything to show off yet, but at this point not getting knocked on her ass felt like showing off.

[Open!]

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Harley shoved her sunglasses up to her forehead. "Wait, I missed it?"

Bruce, sniffing around the door, offered no answer.

"How do you miss New Year's Eve?!"

No, not to that, either.

But the narrative would wager a guess that the answer would've had something to do with a very complicated string of events that boiled down to running into some gal who knew a guy, who knew another guy, and then completely losing track of time in Atlantic City for several days.

However, the facts were that Harley was home now, as of about five minutes ago, and the store was technically open.

"Geez," she huffed, to Bruce, but really mostly just herself. "Turn your back for two seconds and the world sneaks all kindsa stuff right on past ya."

(open!)

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Right. Continue as you meant to go on. Jon had spent much of the last few weeks holed up in his flat, cuddling Issa (who was about fed up with it now) and feeling sorry for himself for spending the holidays alone. That was enough of that.

Last night he'd made it to the party and actually talked to people, and today he was up early, dressed, laundry and cleaning done, and at the Perk.

And eyeing the drink the barista had given him a little skeptically. "Are you sure - I mean, I don't usually drink coffee if I can help it..."

"Pretty sure this barely counts as coffee. Just try it."

He did, albeit tentatively, and frowned. "I don't even taste any coffee."

She gave him a thumbs up and went to make the next person's drink.

Jon shrugged and sat down with his very much not tea (and not appreciably coffee, either) and a book.

[Open Perk!]

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Привет and welcome to our new Russian friends from LiveJournal! We are happy to offer you a new home. We will not require identification for you to post or comment. We also do not cooperate with Russian government requests for any information about your account unless they go through a United States court first. (And it hasn't happened in 16 years!)

Importing your journal from ЖЖ may be slow. There are a lot of you, with many posts and comments, and we have to limit how fast we download your information from ЖЖ so they don't block us. Please be patient! We have been watching and fixing errors, and we will go back to doing that after the holiday is over.

I am very sorry that we can't translate the site into Russian or offer support in Russian. We are a much, much smaller company than LiveJournal is, and my high school Russian classes were a very long time ago :) But at least we aren't owned by Sberbank!

С Новым Годом, and welcome home!

EDIT: Большое спасибо всем за помощь друг другу в комментариях! Я ценю каждого, кто предоставляет нашим новым соседям информацию, понятную им без необходимости искать её в Google. :) И спасибо вам за терпение к моему русскому переводу с помощью Google Translate! Прошло уже много-много лет со школьных времен!

Thank you also to everyone who's been giving our new neighbors a warm welcome. I love you all ❤️

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It was that time of year again, when Atlas seemed to make the most business, in the form of an influx of gym memberships out of absolutely no where from people who didn't even live on the island that he was likely to never see after January, although sometimes even mid-February. These Resolutioners found their way to Atlas in the hope of making the new year a much healthier and devoted one and eventually petered out of the habit, and Gladio didn't question it, but he did think it was a sort of fascinating phenomenon.

But of course he wanted to try to encourage as many people as possible to stick with it if he could, so today was all about making sure everything was ready to go and in good shape (heh) moving ahead, armed with a clipboard and a checklist, checking up on the equipment, on the stock of towels and cleaning supplies and stickers and Cup Noodle^TM, going over some class offerings with the staff, and overall just doing a lot of business-y stuff to prepare.

Not really the kind of thing he ever expected himself to be doing, much less kind of enjoying, but there was something kind of satisfying about it. Though he was mostly relieved when he got to the end of the list and could celebrate with a workout of his own.

Atlas is open!

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What day of the week was it? Who knew! Who cared! The important thing was it was the 31st, and everything else was officially next year's problem.

The bar was done up in a ridiculous amount of Christmas lights, which when paired with the usual metallic balloons and streamers, made for pretty good mood lighting. And sure, the mechanical bull still looked like sort of a lit up monstrosity but it added a certain something to the place.

SPECIALS
Confetti Champagne
Resolution Cocktail
Cranberry Gin Fizz
Frozen Espresso Martini
Apple Cider Spritz Mocktail
Peppermint Eggnog (alcoholic or non!)

Come one, come all, close out the year with significant others, friends, acquaintances, total strangers, and fun hats and glasses!

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Oh, if anyone thought that Ignis's tyrannical bout of end-of-year cleaning would be restricted to just the mansion, they clearly hadn't actually met him. He also had a game plan to do the same for the diner, not nearly as extensive due to also operating under business as usual, but he suspected it would be more than slow enough for a bit of attention thrown in where they might otherwise have been lax.

Any objections would be met with a prompto assignment to the grease traps.

Today's Specials

Turkey Brie and Cranberry Panini with Rosemary Chips
Three Bean Chili with Jalapeño
Cornbread
New Year's Parfait

Luke's is open!

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Today of course was the day for getting everything finalized for the party, including decorating. It was never anything too crazy (aside from the yearly fight over whether glitter would rain down at midnight), but Kitty had liked the idea of a lot of lights. Which she couldn't find.

At least until she went looking in the back room and found them all on the mechanical bull, lighting it up like some ungodly mechanized beacon, visible from space.

"Tino, I've got a project for you to undo!"

Nothing like trying to blind the patrons.

[Open!]

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As much as he really did love them, the holidays were pretty hectic and chaotic even before adding a newborn to the mix, so Prompto had been really looking forward to a chance to steal some peace and quiet down in the store that day. He might be just jinxing himself with that sigh of relief at the calm that awaited him when he opened up, but, hey, man, he was going to take it where he could get it!

He was also looking forward to taking the opportunity to start going through the...literal hundreds (if not thousands!!) of pictures he'd taken in the last month and a half or so.

Forget feeling cramped and running oit of space for the kids! If anything, thry mostly just needed more for all the photo albums.

The Photo Hut is open!

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The worst thing about teaching was that it forced Liliana to cognizant of time. She preferred to live her life beholden to neither clock nor calendar, and classes meant that there was at least one time per week when she had to be aware of both. Which meant that what many people considered the disorienting, dreamy no-time between Christmas and New Year's Day was her preferred state of existence. She did what she wished when she wished, as was right and proper. Even being at the shop today had less to do with it being Monday and more that Ignis and her steward had decided to undertake some kind of vast, mansion-wide deep cleaning and Liliana had chosen to decamp elsewhere rather than be roped into assisting with that endeavor.

All of which to say that today's delivery of clocks (in fact, several different kinds of clocks) was absolutely insulting.

"You can make me put you in the window, but you can't make me mind you," she informed the different chronology keepers before flouncing back to her seat behind the counter.

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Rey loved Christmas, but being around when everyone was with their people and things were quiet got pretty lonely, and so she'd been at home. Learn some things, help some people, get into a fight that helped her feel better about her recent complaints about feeling rusty, it was a good time. She'd gotten back in this morning, so she figured she'd go in to work and be only a little bit late. It'd give her something to do since she was sure things were still on the slow side in town.

Except how there actually was nothing to do, which was pretty uncommon for after the holiday, sooo she was going to clean everything in sight. Yep. Totally worth coming in.

[Open!]

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The trip home had been refreshing. And exhausting. When he lived there he could space out socializing, but he'd had to cram all the visits and hang outs and get-togethers into one week and as much as he loved Bel, Lily, Sharkie, his mother and sister, Lucifer and even Asmodeus it had all been a lot.

So after a meeting with Lucifer and the other head deities, determining that a continuing presence here in Fandom would be useful, it had been a bit of a relief to get back to his quiet townhouse.

Even if the cold was uncomfortable.

Maybe some time in the butterfly room would do him good.

[The Museum be open]

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it was Christmas Day. Which of course Steven and Llewellyn did not celebrate as others did. But that didn't mean they didn't honor the 25th day of December in other ways.

Namely sitting down at Ching Tai for a lovely Chinese dinner.

"Mushroom dumplings look a treat," Steven told Llewellyn.

[open restaurant is open, though with SP caveat for the holiday]

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"No, no, no," Lucifer had informed the gremlin carolers at the start of the night.

They had insisted.

He had yelled 'no' again, several times, and finally directed them to at least sing quietly in the corner.

But as the evening progressed, and he spent more time behind the piano-- well.

"Oh, fine," he called, near midnight. "Who among you knows 'Fairytale of New York'? Get on the piano."

The Devil's Nest was open, and the Devil was making lemonade out of an excruciatingly messy bag of lemons.

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Kitty was not actually working. Well, she was, if anyone came in, but work was a good way to finish wrapping presents without a seven-year-old making up convenient excuses to come by. She'd commandeered a table I the lounge as a wrapping station and had at least confined her mess to there.

As for the caroling gremlins... well, they were onstage. With the zombies. They were current working through Little Drummer Boy and Kitty was wondering how fast she could possibly be done with this and flee.

[Open!]

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There was a knock on the door. That, in itself, was unusual: the door was unlocked, the idea was that anyone could walk right in.

So Jesse denied her every instinct to just leave it be, and got up to open it. It flew open to reveal-- a band of gremlins in a variety of clashing outfits.

She blinked.

The mohawked gremlin at the front opened his mouth. What came out was a true onslaught of sound. "OUTSIDE THE CAROLERS START TO SING, I CAN'T DESCRIBE THE JOY THEY BRING 'CAUSE JOY IS SOMETHING THEY DON'T BRING ME--auuggh."

The gremlin beside him yoinked her elbow out of her friend's ribs and brushed her long bangs out of her face. At a more sedate volume, she sang, "So I stand with a dead smile on my face, wondering how much of my time they'll waste-- Oh God, I hate these Satan's helpers-- And then I guess I must've snapped, because I grabbed a baseball bat, and made them all run for shelteeeEEEEr!"

And just like that, the whole off-key gremlin horde threw their back into the song. "IT'S CHRISTMAS TIME! AGAIN! IT'S TIME TO BE NICE TO THE PEOPLE YOU CAN'T STAND! ALL YEAR! I'M GROWING TI--"

Jesse closed the door. It seemed like the decent thing to do.

As she walked back to her seat, she could still faintly hear a jolly chorus in the background--

"Please post my bail! Please post my bail!"

"Check with the sheriff's office on that one, will you?" Jesse told her assistant, and sighed.

[[ open! ]]

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Saffron was in raptures over the sheer amount of tinsel for her to chase and bat about the store as Vi served various customers looking for last minute gifts and tried to steer people away from games that might have resulted in tense situations over the next few days degenerating into fist fights (all the store's copies of Risk had been locked behind the counter since November for exactly this reason).

The usually cheerful Little Bot on the other hand was regularly beeping sadly for Vi to help detangle tinsel from around his wheels.

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Unlike that first year, today's tinsel rain didn't trigger an existential crisis when it landed in Liliana's hair and she loved that for herself. Today was too good a day to ruin with thoughts of the Mending. Granted, a day would truly have to be wretched to be a worth thoughts of the Mending, but that was neither here nor there. Instead, she was enjoying a relaxing day, flipping through a newspaper she'd gotten from Ravnica over the weekend. Hmmm, much was being made in the Arts and Culture section about a Rakdosian guerilla theater group. Perhaps she could see if Summer was interested in catch a--

"Oh, they're based in the Sixth District?" she asked, lip curling. "Absolutely not." Like those apple-growing yokels could possibly know anything about entertainment.

The paper was going into the trash immediately. If that was how far the standards of journalism had fallen--Wait.

Liliana reached down and fished the paper out, then grabbed a red pen and immediately set to work editing the paper not (just) for grammar and spelling errors, but also logical inconsistencies, various fallacies, and poorly-supported arguments. When she was done savagely grading it, she'd send it back to the newspaper office for them to look over and potentially learn from.

Anything could be turned into a teaching opportunity. This was doubly true if you were petty.

sword_chocobro posting in

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Being as busy as he'd been helping out getting everything ready for winter over at Soulwood and all the usual trainings and other holiday things, Gladio hadn't had a whole lot of free time on his hands lately. But he knew exactly what he was going to do with the afternoon he'd discovered wide open that Sunday, something he hadn't had a chance to do much of at all lately: head down to the Perk for a nice drink, a baked treat, and a good book.

The treat was a cranberry orange muffin, the book had far fewer actual battles than the title might suggest but was still pretty interesting, and....well, he couldn't decide on seasonal drinks, so he had one peppermint mocha and one gingerbread latte, both of them large and both of them definitely going to be enjoyed before he headed back home again.

Sure, there was a distinct lack of Nells and kittens to snuggle up against him here at the Perk, but he really did miss when he did this more regularly.

[[ rare quiet Sunday shift? Let's find out! Post is definitely open~ ]]

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The Park, Friday Evening

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

Needful Things; Friday

The Perk, Thursday morning

Привет! LiveJournal imports may be slow

Atlas Gym; Wednesday [12/31].

Caritas- NYE!

Luke's Diner; Tuesday [12/30].

Caritas- Tuesday

The Photo Hut; Monday [12/29].

Infinite Consortium, Monday

Stark Industries- Sunday

Fandom Museum, Sunday December 28

Ching Tai, Thursday evening

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

Caritas- Tuesday

Town Hall, Tuesday

The Magpie Emporium, Monday [22/12]

Infinite Consortium, Monday

The Perk; Sunday Afternoon [12/21].

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