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Stark had, unsurprisingly, done nothing for the holiday yesterday. Today he'd gone out in search of pie. Which meant, naturally, that he'd found himself at Jeff, God of Biscuits looking at a case of pie trying to choose one.

He couldn't choose one. He ended up with small slices of pumpkin, chocolate pecan, and cranberry pie laid out in front of him on a table by the window. It was a reasonable compromise from wanting 3 entire pies that he likely wouldn't be able to finish on his own before they started to taste less delicious.

[open, obvs, for your baked good and/or alien needs]

suitably_heroic

Weeks, no, months of anxiety, tension, terror (of being seen, of not being seen) had rolled over Jack like waves. They'd left him restless, sometimes prickly, often sleepless. And yet, this week, after everything-- a sense of quiet had settled on him.

Like he was a real Jedi Master now, or something.

He hadn't expected it to last all the way to gig night. And yet, even staring at the name of his own band (much, much smaller, underneath the much, much bigger name) on the facade when they'd entered early that day-- it'd done nothing. He was cool. Collected. By the time they were backstage, with fifteen minutes to go until stage time, the rest of the band was giving him weird looks. Like they'd expected him to be plastered against the roof again.

And then the lights dimmed. His stomach folded in on itself, collapsing into a limitless void-- He took a deep breath. It released.

Biggest show they'd ever played.

( And he felt fine. )

[[ open to anyone who has a reason to be here ]]

pocketpretzels posting in

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There was a turkey in the cells today. Why? Nobody was willing to admit, least of all the turkey. Watts was just going to assume there were shenanigans related to the fact that it had been American Thanksgiving yesterday.

fears_no_one posting in

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Why am I here?

*nervous chittering*

You couldn't find anyone else?

*more chittering*

Right. Well, where are the notes?

*MORE nervous chittering*

You brought me here and forgot the notes?

*loooong silence, them slamming door*

That's right, he better run. This has been Captain Flint with an absolute waste of your time.

*click*

wrongkindofsith posting in

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*chittering*

No, I don't think that would be good in the gravy, or the stuffing...or any other dish, I'm a terrible cook and I even can see that.

Not a lot of notes, but that's to be expected this time of year. Let's see, up at the School, Space Pirates, Pirates in Space was cancelled so everyone could ponder their orbs, while Health Education was all about the value of flared bases, and in the Library Arden watched a terrible reddit mistake, which a words that made sense to the squirrels.

The Dorms were quiet, as was Town, with the only thing of note being Adrian on the phone at Pick Your Poison, to his mother and to Rey.

witchoftheflesh posting in

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Adrian was on the phone as he entered the shop. "--I'm sorry, Mom, but Rey's spending the holiday with her own family. Yeah, Connecticut. I know that's not all that far away from the Blackwood, Mom, but I don't think her whole family wants to decamp to a forest for the holiday. No, I--"

While his mother chatted at him over the phone, a headline on the front page of a local newspaper caught his eye: Recycled Plastics Clothing Mogul Found Dead In His Office!

"Mom? Hang on a sec, I'll call you back."

He picked up the paper and read it, confirming that, yup! It was the same guy as the article he'd showed to Pam the other week.

...Surely that was unrelated though, right? A crazy, random coincidence?

Surely.

Hmm.

...He was going to stop trolling Pam with greenwashing articles though, just to be safe.

stykera posting in

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Good morning, it’s Wednesday again and I’m here again to tell you about yesterday while it’s today so someone else can tell you about today tomorrow.

At the school classes began with Ghanima taking the students in Reclaiming Your Childhood to the cafeteria to bake cookies. Then Anakin and Ahsoka forced Diplomacy students to work a customer service desk and…I think one of the squirrels may have just fainted? Oh, he’s faking. That was very convincing. Well done. And then in Dealing With Other People’s Trauma we discussed how holidays and families could be difficult.

Nothing from the dorms but that’s no surprise. And in the town Kitty crushed Tino’s dreams at Caritas. Doesn’t that happen often? And Lucifer was making purple drinks at The Devil’s Nest including one fancy floral one for Octavia.

That’s all from yesterday.

pocketpretzels

Tomorrow was the Americans' Thanksgiving, which meant that Blathers had very kindly offered Steven the day off. Which he normally might not have bothered with, but Watts had pointed out it gave them an opportunity to extend their date night with an overnight stay.

More importantly, as autumn marched closer to winter, the outdoor skating rinks were starting to pop up around the city, including one that could be paired with a dining experience ~~that was totally open now and not in a week and a half because it's pretend and we say so~~.

So after they were checked in to their room, Watts and Steven headed up for dinner.

"Isn't this charming?" Watts said, as he opened the door into their private 'cabin'.

afraid_of_marshmallows posting in

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What up, Fandom? It's me, ya girl Arden Finch, here with the all the best gossip from yesterday, delivered straight to your listening ears. I gotta run from here and continue my packing before I head out for the holidays, so let's get this going!

School! We had it! Cryptozoology talked about a spectral cat from the English moors! How To Not Drown once again used 'tactical floating noodles'! That's never a sentence that will be normal to say!

No Dorms! But Town! And I'm actually pretty tired of exclaiming everything. Huh, that took energy, who knew? Anyway, at Pick Your Poison, Dr. Isley was checking out the stock of shampoos, and at Infinite Consortium, Professor Vess was making plans for later that evening. Raiden was having stressful phone calls about the holiday at Pizza Planet - of course I'm coming home for the holidays, Ray! - and Professor James Stark was just having a stressful day at the Clinic because of random screams coming from the back room? That's horrifying, no thank you. And later, Professor Vess's plans came to fruition at the park, where a group of people settled in to watch the Miss Universe pageant. Or just the National Costume portion? Of course Mr. Scientia was there and they made a bet and discussed stakes, and Lydia was also there looking fabulous in a new cape. Oooh, can't wait to see it, Lydia! Billie didn't know what was happening, but was happy to get into the spirit of things. Mr. Argentum showed up with Little Miss, who was very excited about sparkles. Dr. Lecter showed up with homemade popcorn, and Professor Sims showed up with a belated birthday present. Dr. Isley explained fossil fuels to Professor Vess. Mr. Gregorith, Luma, and Eleanor rounded out the watch party. Sounds like fun!

And that's it for my notes, so this is ya girl, Arden Finch, signing off for the holidays. Have a great rest of your week, Fandom, and enjoy Nikki Vianna's Mambo. Bye!

my_own_advocate posting in

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"I realize this is a bit you're doing," Lucifer informed Tiny, "But I refuse to entertain it."

Tiny crossed his arms and remained standing in front of his Christmas tree.

"Well, don't come crying to me if Eric eats you," Lucifer sighed, and went back behind the bar to pick-- hm. How about a purple cocktail night? Yes.

Anyone entering the bar would find all purple bottles sitting on the bar. And some police tape around the tree.

[[ open ]]

throughaphase posting in

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Tino seemed pumped for Wednesday, the day that everyone would pile into the bar for the night before Thanksgiving, to escape the family they were visiting.

"That doesn't happen here," Kitty said. "That's never happened the entire time I've worked here, at least not for that purpose."

Great. Now she'd crushed his dreams.

[Open!]

deathsmajesty

Liliana was going to send her steward to collect the remaining beanbags, braziers, blankets, and board and beverages, but as she and Ignis entered the mansion, she had a far more important duty to attend to first. "Get rid of this," she ordered, thrusting the lavender popcorn that Hannibal had made into his hands.

Her steward bowed, taking the popcorn tin. "Yes, Mistress."

"I don't wish to smell even the slightest trace of lavender, here or anywhere on the grounds," she continued, breezing past him and into the house proper.

"Of course not, Mistress."

"Very good," she said, and staunchly refused to think about it again.

[Mostly establishy and NFB (I tell myself, lol)]

deathsmajesty posting in

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By that evening, the power of phone calls (and an absurd amount of money), became fully evident. Scattered around the screen were a number of high-end, luxury beanbag chairs (two concepts you never would have put together, huh?) just waiting to be claimed. Some were normal beanbag chairs, some were huge, with plenty of room to share, sprawl, or even fully recline. There were some that offered a bit more support, including ottomans to rest your feet upon. She'd even included smaller ones in case people brought their pets or children or whatever. Obviously, each chair had its own pile of fluffy blankets for people to wrap around themselves, and there were portable braziers scattered about, with a variety of ~~moddable b/c I'm already tired of grabbing links on mobile~~ cozy beverages and snacks placed on the ledges surrounding then to keep them from warm.

Was it a little overkill, especially when it wasn't even below freezing yet? Yes. But when wasn't Liliana extravagant? Especially when it came to mitigating her own discomfort.

Which was why she was curled up in one of the larger beanbags (purple, obviously), already under several blankets, sipping on mulled cider and nibbling on mini apple crisp cheesecakes while waiting for the pageant to begin. From what she has gathered, this batch of National Costumes had gone all out.

But surely nothing could beat the lizard costume, right? Nothing.

[Open to everybody! You can mod a message from Liliana, or have your character wandering through the park, or heard about it from someone else, or however you wanna say your character heard about Petty Bitch Brigade meeting in the park!]

solo_sword posting in

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Good morning, everyone. This is Jaina, now at the correct age. I don't know why this place keeps doing that to me but I'm due for a reprieve.

Not a lot of news. Gregorith got invested in the Miss Universe costumes at the museum. Octavia was having a thoughtful morning on the Cape Rouge, and Rey was being tortured with holiday music at Stark's. Yeah. Tis the season for that.

And that's it. Till next week.

carbsliftthespirit posting in

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Raiden was spending a lot of time on the phone today.

"Tell me you already took the turkey out of the freezer. In fact, tell me you took the turkey out of the refrigerator on Friday."

"We bought ham for Arden, right? I assume she is. I haven't asked her. Shit, I should ask her. Look, buy the ham anyway."

"What do you mean none of the grocery stores in Echo Bay have brussels sprouts?"

"No, we need both kinds of cranberry sauce. Because Daman and Galen will fight, is why. And yes, I do need all of that cheese, do you hear yourself talking? I always need all of that cheese."

Running Thanksgiving from the opposite coast was stressful, it turned out. Maybe next year he made his whole family come to him.

Specials
Roasted Turkey, Feta, & Cranberry Pizza
Green Bean Casserole Pizza
Caramelized Onion & Pumpkin Pizza with Fried Sage

Pizza Planet is open!

thatwaslucky posting in

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It's gonna be a super quiet week and I don't wanna. We last did this in August but I have a weird amount of new questions, so babble at me.

Pose a question (or as many as you'd like, and they don't all have to be in one comment, so you can come back later and add more if you want) to your fellow players about the game or their characters, and they will Wall-of-Text if they want to, look, I know how some of you are answer them. They can be personal or silly. You don't have to answer all of them! Nothing counts in game, of course and etc.

Questions might include "Which of your characters are you the most like?", "Which BDE was your favorite?", "What music do you RP to?", etc.

Check in throughout the day to add questions/answer questions that have been added! And be nice, as always.

deathsmajesty posting in

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There was still an unopened crate in her shop and it was just going to have to stay unopened for another week. Radio had mentioned something about the Miss Universe National Costumes and after a brief scroll on her phone to confirm it was exactly like the last National Costumes contest she'd watched, she had immediately decided to host another viewing party. The Petty Bitches Brigade would rise again!

And how could she consider something like 'work' or 'her job' when she was putting together an outdoor viewing party that would stand up to November nights?

joan_of_bark posting in

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Dark skies and the threat of rain. Fall was a time of change, of preparing for death so that rebirth could come when the sun rose higher again. Pam had always liked it; it often suited the tense swings of her mood.

Not today, though. She found herself glancing outside occasionally as she went through the shop checking the inventory, and every time she thought: this is too somber for me now. She'd risen from the death already, and her very being ached for spring.

But alas, she was still too human to sleep until her time. And so with a melancholic sigh, she moved on to the shampoos.

[[ open ]]

thatwaslucky posting in

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Once in a while, music came from just... somewhere, and Rey couldn't do anything about it. She was used to it. She didn't even mind that today's mystery music was Christmas music. Places had been playing that since November 1, it was fine.

It was the fact that it was the same three songs and one was Feliz Navidad and the repetition was driving her up the wall when she had hours left to go hearing it.

It was fine. Totally fine. Been through worse, etc.

[Open!]

okteiviakom

Octavia wasn't great at sleeping in. Just in general, unless she was exhausted. Something about all those years on the Ark, and down on the ground, and down in the bunker - the much stricter schedule of living in a close-knit community (or on the unseen edges of it) stuck to her, persistently, despite the years of sharing a boat with just two other people that had passed since any of that.

But it wasn't just the usual, this week.

Guess there was something about your kid's surly doppelgänger showing up at your work again that could make your brain a noisier place than usual. And that didn't make for great sleep.

But Sunday morning she'd tried, valiantly, to stay in bed. And it had worked for a little bit. But the thoughts just kept whirring around in a loop, and eventually she'd had to give in and get up. Heading outside after, onto the deck, was supposed to serve two purposes: not disturbing anyone still asleep on the Rouge, and hopefully letting the cool air soothe a little bit of her... whatever it was. Melancholy, maybe.

She also had a mug of hot chocolate, and was wrapped up in one of Duke's shapeless cardigans, far too big and thus actually perfect on her. Those were supposed to help, too, as she stood there facing away from the island, looking over the open water.

Thinking thoughts of family.

[ooc: Open, ofc, although likely a little slow.]

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JGoB, Friday Afternoon

Irving Plaza, Friday Night

Trooper Station, Friday

Fandom Radio, Friday, November 27, 2025

WTFH - Fandom Radio [Thurs, November 27th]

Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

Fandom Radio, Wednesday 11/26

Four Seasons Baltimore, Wednesday Evening

Fandom Radio, Tuesday, November 25th

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

Caritas- Tuesday

The Creepy, But Comfortably Furnished Mansion in the Woods, Monday Night

Movies (Sorta) In The Park, The Park, Monday Evening

Fandom Radio- Monday, November 24

Pizza Planet, Monday

Meme: Reverse Questions with a Twist

Infinite Consortium, Monday

Pick Your Poison, Monday

Stark Industries- Sunday

The Deck of the Cape Rouge, Sunday Morning

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