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gray

Over Easy, Wednesday

It was a good thing the candles didn't seem to be able to burn anything, because Gray had had...a few close encounters with them already. It did turn out they could drop wax on your face, though, but that peeled off.

Although it did take hair with it.

He and that bit of his left eyebrow didn't want to talk about it.

Also, he couldn't believe Christmas was barely a week away! He so wasn't ready for it to be over! This was stupid Thanksgiving's fault for being so late this year, ugh.

Will It Waffle? Wednesday Specials
Peppermint Waffles
Hot Cocoa Waffles
Gingerbread Waffles

Over Easy is open!

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Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

Unlike some beleagured librarians, Adrian was having a lovely day with the candles. He had the lights turns off, letting the candles and the sunlight provide the illumination, there were plenty of plants around to add to the festive feeling, and he'd spent much of the last few days baking, so there were plenty of ~~moddable~~ Christmas cookies around for people to enjoy, as well as merry carols playing quietly in the shop.

Christmas wasn't exactly one of his holidays (Blackwood witches celebrated Yule), but it was close enough and the important thing was that it spread joy and cheer, right?

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Caritas- Tuesday

Kitty was a little late to work due to taking Lexi to Selkie Peak to see the town lit up at night. (And it being dark meant the kid probably wouldn't notice the puppet people and start asking questions.)

When she got into work, she didn't find Tino at first. Not until he came back in with a load of tangled Christmas lights that he was going to stick on the mechanical bull. Kitty felt like this would end in being able to spot the bull from space, but at least it kept him occupied.

[Open but probably slow for work!]

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The Park, Tuesday Afternoon

Erasmus was freezing. It never got this cold in southern Mississippi. However, here he was, out of doors, hands wrapped around a peppermint mocha--tis the season, after all--having gotten a little distracted by some of Fandom's wildlife.

Specifically, as he sat on this park bench, he was trying to figure out if the flamingos were actually were-flamingos and that was why they were this far north in this insane frigid weather (it was almost forty degrees). "You know you guys can tell me if you are, right?" Maybe they didn't like necromancers. "But if you are maybe you should go somewhere heated? Are feathers warm enough for this weather?"

(Open post is open, and brought to you by a short story in Erasmus's universe casually including a were-flamingo like that's a normal thing to have in your urban fantasy universe or something.)

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Pick Your Poison, Monday

"Don't eat that," Pam said.

"That's poisonous to birds," Pam said.

"I-- well, I guess it's free manure," Pam said.

She had hoped to spend some time working in the yard, cleaning up the last leaves and checking in to see how her plants were responding to the weather. But she didn't have time. No, instead, she'd become a chicken babysitter for the day.

"And I-- what are you--"

Or a baby let-chickens-sit-on-her, apparently. "Are you going to be on my shoulder all day?" she asked the little thing.

"Buh bah bup," the hen said decisively, and curled up against her neck.

[[ open ]]

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Pizza Planet, Monday

"Maybe we take anything with chicken off the menu for the day? I don't wanna upset them. Oh, you're way ahead of me, great...no, no, we can put 'em back tomorrow. Or whenever the chickens are gone. I don't know how they feel about eggs, but that's really more of a problem for Over Easy, isn't it?"

Specials
Roast Beef Pizza with Horseradish Sauce, Provolone, & Au Jus
Christmas Tree Pizza
Mint Brownie Pizza

Pizza Planet is open!

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Infinite Consortium, Monday

It had been a good weekend in the creepy mansion in the woods. Even though it had been unlikely that they'd go out anywhere, there was something a little special about staying in to avoid a storm-- yes, even if that storm had been made of marshmallows more than snow or rain. Liliana and Ignis had stayed up late listening to the wind howling around the eaves, wrapped in blankets in front of the fireplaces, drinking cocoa and mulled wine (and, of course, coffee), playing chess and the lyre, sharing poetry and music, before finally heading upstairs to bed...and, eventually, to sleep. The next day, they'd enjoyed the chiming trees, Liliana describing how lovely they were in the gathering dusk, the woods around them illuminated by their lights.

Which was why this morning, Liliana was very much looking forward to discovering what today's surprise was. She didn't spot anything in the mansion, nor on the way to the shop...

...It was when she opened the door that she spotted a white chicken in a red cloak. Because it was sitting in her chair, looking for all the world, like queen of everything.

Liliana stared at the chicken. The chicken stared at Liliana. "On the one hand, I appreciate the attitude," she informed it. "On the other hand, that's my chair."

The pure white chicken ignored Liliana and proceeded to preen itself. A moment later it was unceremoniously tossed out of the chair, squawking and fluttering down to the ground. A few moments after that, it was a full on war inside the Consortium.

...Liliana had much preferred the twinkling trees and the marshmallow storm, thank you.

[Ignis modded with permission!]

Current Music: John Denver and the Muppets rendition of Silent Night

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Fandom Museum, Sunday December 14th

Gregorith didn't think twice about the tree that he found in the lobby when he came in, assuming it was just part of the seasonal decoration. After he had settled in for the day, he contemplated it though. Deciding it needed a little something.

Sure the tinkling sparkles were nice but lights on a tree just weren't enough were they. So he went hunting in the storeroom and went to work adding some color.

"There. That's ridiculous. I'm sure Sharkie would be proud." And Bel would possibly be appalled. Asmodeus would be very amused, which Gregorith could be grouchy about. Win win.

The tree was now decorated with fabric swatches. The star at the top was made of paint color samples stapled together. He took pictures to send back home and then immediately started second guessing his choices. Especially the color sample star. Maybe that was too much.

The museum is open.

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$sparky,
rey

Stark Industries- Sunday

See, these were the kinds of things Rey liked in December. The sparkly pine trees were great. Walking through the park to work with all the chimes had been really nice!

And there was one at work. There was no bad here. Maybe by the end of her shift the chimes might actually get annoying but that was Future Rey's problem, right now she loved it.

[Open!]

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Over Easy, Saturday

Raiden had noticed the marshmallow storm, of course, but he'd been in enough of a hurry to see how things were at Over Easy that he'd been able to mostly ignore it on his way there. "Everything looks great, guys, I'm really proud of you for keeping it going without me or Gray. Well. Mostly me." Raiden could be realistic about some things. "What've we got going for specials? Are they Christmas-y enough? Remember where we are. And who my brother is...yeah, those'll do! Oh, and, uh...don't let me go outside for a while, okay? No, I'm sure catching them out of the air is fine but I will eat the ground marshmallows."

Specials
Dark Chocolate Peppermint Pancakes
Eggnog Waffles
Prime Rib Eggs Benedict
Hot Chocolate

Over Easy is open!

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Blackstone Forge & Foundry, Friday

Henry did not own a lot of clothes, though he had recently, at least, acquired a coat through his earnings from the forge. And thus, when he finally made it to the forge come morning, in the coat and some Shenanigans t-shirt, he was--

"How? I haven't-- what's the-- how?"

He was, usually, a bit better at rolling with Fandom's strange whims nowadays; but sometimes, in the face of ruined clothes and no soap in sight, he could still lapse and panic and...

"Water. The water's returned!"

Sorry, forge. You'd be lit eventually. Just not before Henry washed everything he was wearing.

[[ open ]]

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@warehouse,
rey

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

Rey should have worn black. But no, she failed to look outside before leaving- a rookie mistake in December- and now she was going to have to spend a while in MCA's laundry room washing white clothes.

She was already irritated about that, but she was also spending training time trying to very carefully scrub the color off an unlucky woodchuck. "I'm going to need you to stop squirming if you want me to do this," she said. "Unless you want to run through the course while I turn on the rain controls."

[I love December. Open!]

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Trooper Station, Friday

Watts's normally ambling walk to the Trooper Station had become a bit of a mad dash today once he'd realised what was going on with the snow. Luckily, he'd been able to snatch up an abandoned newspaper (a real good trick in a town that didn't actually publish a newspaper these days, but Watts supposed some people must have subscriptions to publications from the mainland- or wherever it is they might be from, for that matter) and so while his hat had been speckled with a few flecks here or there, he'd managed to avoid most of it.

Once he'd settled in for the day he sent a quick text to Steven advising him to bring an umbrella when he came by for lunch, and then got down to business as usual at the Station. Which mostly meant fielding calls regarding lawn gnome thefts, today.

No, not thefts of gnomes. Thefts allegedly by the gnomes.

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$perk,
rey

The Perk- Thursday afternoon

Maybe it was because she'd been alone today before now, but Rey had made it to the Peek without incident. She'd ordered her drink without a problem.

But she'd just sat down at her table when the mistletoe started its thing, and she was glad she had a to go cup or the coffee would have gone everywhere.

The barista who'd made her drink kind of shrugged like she'd been dealing with this all day but hey, she was open. Rey was ignoring them both.

[Bored! Open!]

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Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

It was a busy time of year in work and out. At the moment Steven was combining the two, as Blathers had asked him to take care of sending something to the various vendors they used to wish them a happy holidays.

Which in turn had Steven grateful he'd already done his shopping for gifts for Blathers and Gregorith.

On top of that, Hanukkah was next week and there was a chance Steven and Llewellyn would be out of town for the bulk of it. As such Steven was busy making sure everything was taken care of just to be safe. He didn't want to leave Gregorith feeling like he'd been burdened with extra work during the holidays after all.

Steven was very busy behind the Welcome Desk, but interruptible for visitors of course.

[open]

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Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

Adrian wasn't entirely sure how the water in his systems had gotten turned into holiday beverages, but then, who was he to grouse about magic not being logical?

So there would be no major cleaning today, leaving him time to work on his list of Christmas presents for people...and trying to convince Lydia-kitty to forgive him for not informing her that Bran turned into a raven before this. She was apparently very upset about him keeping that from her and was ostentatiously ignoring him.

And sometimes glancing backwards to make sure he noticed that she was VERY MUCH IGNORING HIM.

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Caritas- Tuesday

Kitty was trying to arrange some stuff for the New Year's party in her downtime.

Tino was riding a lit up reindeer outside. She told him they could just put lights on the mechanical bull and he wouldn't chance getting thrown down any stairs, and yet.

Also now she had to get lights for the mechanical bull for the holidays.

[Open! Maybe! My IOS update means I can't check different tabs in this browser? IDK]

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The Magpie Emporium, Monday [08/12]

Vi was not overly a fan of the sweater the island had saddled her with, especially as despite it's seemingly shoddy construction, the arms were quite firmly attached and quite impossible to remove.

Still, it could have been worse, as the island had also decided that Saffron needed a sweater of her own, and she was extremely displeased by this turn of events. Save her, Snuggle Human, she was trapped!

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Infinite Consortium, Monday

The shirt she was being forced to wear was really stretching the definition of 'sweater' practically to the breaking point, but it had two things going for it: the first, it was fuzzy and soft on the inside, which she appreciated. The second...well, she couldn't say she didn't see how the island might have been inspired to give it to her. It's not like she didn't see the resemblance.

"Honestly, this holiday would be vastly improved if we celebrated with topless women rather than angels everywhere," she said with withering disdain to the raven that had followed her into work today. "As a reminder, bird," she added, with less disdain and more disgust, "if you do turn out to be a message sent by the Raven Man, there won't be enough of you to stuff a pincushion."

The raven croaked at her. Had she told him something similar every time he startled her by coming into her field of vision? Yes. And she would continue to do so, thank you.

"You're lucky your parents are attractive," she muttered. "Otherwise I would have left you to fend for yourself in the school."

[Content warning for faux-knitted depictions of boobs through the link!]

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$sparky,
rey

Stark Industries- Sunday

Rey loved polar bear day. They were adorable and friendly (which they were not in the wild, a fact she pretended didn't exist since it was unlikely to be an issue) and she strolled up to work with a Coke in hand.

There was a different polar bear out front, offering her another bottle. She tried saying she already had one, but he did get a little pushy about it. He wasn't aggressive, but she was made very aware that he was trying to give her something and she was supposed to accept it, what do you mean you already have one?

...so she strolled into work with two Cokes and a guilt trip.

[Open!]