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"Today we're watching another instructional video," Anakin said, "about diplomacy. Allegedly. It's even called The Diplomat The Pinstriped Cookie Pusher."

"We're even informed it's watched by people in the diplomatic services." Look, between the everything that made up Ahsoka's life, she'd managed to miss the concept of hatewatching.

Anakin nodded. "So we'll watch the first episode and then discuss the portions you think are probably not realistic for an actual diplomat," he said.

Hint: all of them.

Caritas- Tuesday

Sep. 30th, 2025 08:09 am
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Once in a while, Kitty and Tino would use a shift to try coming up with new drink recipes. Today they were going with a fall theme and trying maple with different things to see what stuck. Maple and cotton candy vodka? Absolutely not. Maple margaritas were not going to be happening. The maple bourbon lemonade honestly had no right to be as good as it was.

SPECIALS
The things we're coming up with!



[Open!]

The Perk- Monday afternoon

Sep. 29th, 2025 11:17 am
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It was, in fact, National Coffee Day, which Rey didn't know when she went to the Perk after class, her hair still damp. They were pretty effusive about the specials and somehow she where up with two large coffees (not a venti, they didn't like when you called it a venti), which there was no way she was going to finish. But she was also going to sit here and try and make a dent in one so she didn't have to carry them both around if she didn't have to. Or someone could take the extra off her hands. Whatever.

One of the baristas also seemed to maybe be hacking a bit of a quiet meltdown at her coworker about the weekend, but Rey was trying really hard not to listen to that.

[Easy workday! Open!]

Flight and Flying- Monday, 1st period

Sep. 29th, 2025 11:00 am
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The class was back in the flight shed, where Jaina had set out some pastries and coffee.

"I figured after the weekend, people might deserve a very healthy breakfast," she said. "Do not bring them in the simulator.

"I'm not sure how aware you are of them, but here on Earth they have something called the Blue Angels. They're a Navy demonstration squadron, known for going out to air shows and performing. Which means you're going to be flying one of their planes, a Boeing F/A-18E/F Super Hornet. Which also means you're going to be doing some tricks. The pastries are also there in case you need food with Dramamine, which I do have."

Helpful!
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McGarrett was still benched, sitting on the side of the pool and looking even worse than he had last week, with a black eye and his shoulder in a different, more constrictive, sling.

"Bad Parents Weekend?" Anakin asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Went home and arrested a rogue MI-6 agent," Steve explained. "He didn't go quietly."

"You should've stayed here," Anakin said. "There was pie. Anyway," he said, turning to the class, "time to get back in the water, this time without the flippers. We'll work on the arms part of the freestyle today."

"Well, some of us will," Steve said with a wry look at his sling. "Okay, even though it looks easy, there are four parts to the stroke: entry, catch, pull, and release." He used his non-slinged arm to demonstrate. "You enter at shoulder height--keep it long and low to the water. Yo don't want to waste energy making huge windmill motions--" He stopped and looked at Henry and Lydia. "Do you have windmills?"

And now they were derailed!

Cryptozoology, Monday period 2

Sep. 29th, 2025 09:23 am
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Did Jon look a bit disgruntled and foreboding today? It was probably just your imagination. There was no reason for him to be out of sorts; he hadn't had any visitors this weekend.

"I hope you all had a good weekend," he began. "Today we'll be talking about the Mongolian Death Worm." He brought up a picture. "Or in the local language, 'olgoi-khorkhoi'.It is alleged to exist in the Gobi desert. It was first described to the wider world by an American archaeologist in 1926 after he got the stories from the Mongolian people. None of the ones he spoke to had ever seen it, though; there were only second- and third-hand stories. In 1983, some locals were shown a Tartar sand boa and confirmed that was the creature, but other descriptions of it don't seem to match, so there's some question as to if it is that snake, or if it's another creature altogether. Descriptions from the 1926 tales say it was 'shaped like a sausage about two feet long', which might fit, but the worm is said to have no head, which the snake does, and to be 'so poisonous that merely to touch it means instant death', whereas the sand boa is both nonvenomous and nonpoisonous." And do not get him started on the difference!

"One later book describes the creature as travelling underground, detectable by the waves of sand it creates, and says that it can kill at a distance, by either spraying acid venom or creating an electrical discharge. However it should be noted that this description may owe much to an earlier fictional depiction of similar beasts which we won't go into because Ghanima. Several scientific expeditions have endeavored to find the animal, but with no results."

He shrugged. "So, the only question is if we believe it to be real or not. This one is actually not outside the bounds of terrestrial lifeforms, nor does anybody claim it to be supernatural or extraterrestrial for once. The only question is if we think a venomous, electrical worm - or snake, or legless lizard - exists or existed in the Gobi desert. And before anybody asks, you will not get extra credit for finding one. Just sunburn, probably."

He would absolutely be impressed and help you write a paper about it, but he didn't want to encourage that sort of thing.

Pick Your Poison, Sunday

Sep. 28th, 2025 02:12 pm
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You know, if you disregarded the questions about why Pam was currently sitting on the sofa with her feet up on the table and not moving around a lot, today was very close to perfect.

Janet was in the back room, prepping food for lunch or sorting through inventory. Harley kept breezing through the store, poking at things, keeping up a running commentary on all of the items in Pam's store (and the ridiculousness of her having one in the first place). Somewhere in between, Pam was getting a lot more information about Harley's students than she'd heard over the past few months.

It was nice.

She sipped her hot chocolate with some contentment.

Now if only the constant throbbing pain in her side would leave her be. Then it would really be perfect.

"I'm gonna go put some bows on the plants out front!" Harley hollered, then flung the door open, then marched outside. "And maybe get some more chocolate!"

Yep. Perfect.

[[ open ]]

Parents Weekend Brunch, Sunday

Sep. 28th, 2025 11:40 am
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'Twas the last day of Parents Weekend, and thus the last day to eat on the school's dime. Delicate little lanterns hung all around the park for whatever reason, casting their dim light on a truly impressive spread of brunch items. Catering to all dietary wishes and several time periods besides.

Enjoy. And try not to start any fights.

Over Easy, Saturday

Sep. 27th, 2025 10:40 am
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Was Raiden a little bit nervous about his brothers seeing his new restaurant for the first time? Honestly, yes, even though one of them had done most of the interior design and the other two could not care less about interior design. Look, nerves didn't have to make sense.

At least he knew the food would be good.

Specials
Whole Wheat Apple Pancakes
Pumpkin Cinnamon Rolls
Chorizo & Egg Skillet
Welcome, Guests!


Over Easy is open!

Caritas, Saturday (9/27)

Sep. 27th, 2025 10:12 am
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Things could somehow get weirder this weekend. But Jane had extended an invitation to her... doppelganger? Duplicate? To the other her here. So, here she was, cleaning the bar like it would save her from the weirdness of everything.

Tino? Unhelpful. Valkyrie? Also unhelpful, but in a different way.

"I'm not getting you popcorn for if Thor shows up," Jane scolded under her breath.

Val just laughed with her fully stolen bottle of whatever alcohol had been closest when she'd sat down. "Spoilsport."

Parents Weekend Specials
Ginger Apple Moscow Mule
Spicy Bourbon Pumpkin Smash
Maple Whiskey Sour


The bar was open, though!

Office #4

Sep. 27th, 2025 10:56 am
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Jon didn't know if any of his students' visitors would want to meet him, but just in case, he was here, holding office hours.

He was viciously using the tea set Hannibal had left behind to make tea. Look at him, being a rebel.

He also had biscuits, though they were store-bought.

The Onsen, Saturday Afternoon

Sep. 27th, 2025 02:24 pm
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Last night was fuzzy. Very fuzzy.

Henry wasn't even sure if he'd gotten around to explaining the island to Sir Hans. Perhaps he'd tried? There'd been a lot of drinking, was the thing. He felt he could vaguely remember Hans shouting invectives at the pink birds in the park, a poor attempt at scaling the rocks, stumbling into some creature composed of alot of wine, some green thing biting Hans, more invectives, some sort of inn, and then-- waking up with a headache on top of a snoring noble?

There had been more wine in the morning, of course. And then a failed explanation of the big black box in the room. And finally, finally, H-- Sir Hans had brought up baths.

And so now that was where they were. Soaking in the hot onsen, while Sir Hans complained about the lack of attractive bath maids, drinking wine. Was this still from last night? He couldn't tell.

"No, no, I mean it," he was stressing, not for the first time, "We're in a different time and everything! Well across the ocean. You don't-- look, Hans--"

"Why would they put rocks in the bath? And trees?" Hans asked. "Ooh, are they for climbing? Peasant! You should climb the bath rocks!"

"I'm not going to-- will you sit still and listen--"

"I'm getting more wine!"

Well. At least Henry was distracted.

[[ open, if you want your bath time to be full of drunk medieval teenagers. ]]

Parents Weekend Festival, Saturday

Sep. 27th, 2025 09:12 am
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Festivities in the park continued on Saturday! There were little lanterns cast all around, and all the snack offerings from the previous day had now been joined by a hot chocolate stand and a hot cider stand.

There were also some light autumn activities available.

(Please only carve pumpkins, not your fingers.)

[ooc: Open!]
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Chewie had declined to stick around at the warehouse, mostly because he was not dealing with the woodchucks today, but Rey had BB-8 with her, and he was more than happy to trail after her on the course today.

At least till he got to the lava, at which point he stopped, rolled up and back a little, and then screeched.

Rey stopped and turned around. "I warned you it was too far to get across."

He again, rolled up towards the edge of the course, swiveled his dome to look down, and rolled back again.

Rey sighed, holding out her hand to float him across to the other side as he beeped a thank you.

"You're not going to like the net portion either," she said.


[Open!]
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Flint had no idea people were visiting this weekend. That would require, well, talking to people, and right now he was far too busy with his latest Charles Dickens novel.

He was sitting in the window for a small change, and the door was open, for a larger one.

The Ink Spot was open!

Needful Things; Friday Afternoon

Sep. 26th, 2025 11:47 am
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So, Cass was in town. The other Harley too, apparently, which this Harley wasn't sure how she felt about, but as usual: the kid was within her field of vision, so she was who all of Harley's focus was on. Everything else, she could worry about later. Or possibly not at all!

Anyway, Cass was inspecting the store. Or mostly its wares. She gave a low whistle. "Damn, was all this from just the one job?"

Harley shrugged. "Most of it?" she offered. "We got a thing or two in from elsewhere later, but, yanno. Turns out Frenchie's not too much more of a slouch than I am, so we got around."

"So where's my cut?" the kid asked.

Harley raised her eyebrows at her. (She was so proud, but still, eyebrows.) "I seem to recall you getting a very nice, nay, almost infinite stack of gift cards for your favorite food delivery apps." A beat. "Also, whatever ya just pocketed, put it back."

Cass grumbled, but relented and put the overly expensive little figurine back on the shelf.

Needful Things was open and Harley Quinn & Associate, Badass Motherfuckers were in.

(open)
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"Today," Thor told his students once they had joined him in the Danger Shop classroom, the outside of which was eerily still at the moment, "we wait to see if the storms will dance."

He clicked a button, and the hurricane map was projected on the board. "The system we discussed a few weeks ago has become Hurricane Gabrielle, and then faded into a post-tropical cyclone as she moved into cooler waters. Two new systems have developed, one already becoming Hurricane Humberto--" He pointed to it with Mjolnir. "--and the other with a very strong chance of becoming a cyclone soon. It is rare to have two cyclones this close together at the same time, and it can lead to something very interesting: the Fujiwhara Effect, wherein the storms begin to spin around one another, as if they are connected by some fixed central point. They have to be very close for this to happen, so it is very rare, but...perhaps this will be the time.

"It is perhaps something we should not wish for, the Fujiwhara Effect. It is chaotic, dangerous. Two storms linked in such a manner striking land together would surely lead to great destruction. But...it is quite beautiful, is it not? The storms, dancing. One can understand how meteorologists might hope to get to see it. There is some philosophical conclusion in there, but I will leave it to you to figure it out. For now, please enjoy your weekend with your loved ones. Dismissed."
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Today, the class was outside! Because how else would one learn to drive but to get out onto the streets? And a rickshaw was totally how you do that. Right. Sure. But these rickshaws were long. Like, way too long. They were, in fact, stretch rickshaws in honor of the guests for the weekend. How did they even get them? Don't ask!

"Welcome back, today I guess we're trying out alternative vehicles?" Jane said. That was most weeks, honestly. "I don't know how they even turn corners."

"All the manual says is 'it's a surprise'." Probably a bad one, let's be real. "So I'd practice before taking your guests out...assuming you like them." Cara wasn't judging, she'd had a few shocking guests in her time.

"Yes, we'll practice making safe turns," Jane agreed. "That's a good idea."

You know, once they figure out what a safe turn even was. "Sounds like a plan."

Parents Weekend Meet & Greet, Friday

Sep. 26th, 2025 03:30 pm
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Clearly it was unavoidably fall now, because while the weather wasn't exactly chilly, Parents Weekend had rolled around once more - and with it, picnic tables and name tags and great potential for surprise/confusion/joyful reunions among residents and guests alike.

There was also a banner in Fandom's colors floating above the tables, of course:

WELCOME TO PARENTS WEEKEND 2025!


Come meet your people! Or just to grab some free snacks.

[ooc: All apps approved!]

Plant Parenthood; Friday [09/26].

Sep. 26th, 2025 07:05 am
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Since the logistics of having their family come and visit were...difficult, Eleanor and Luma were sort of planning on a Reverse Parents Weekend, which was just a way of saying they were probably going to go home. Between their mother's needs and Rhys' condition, and Aunt Margaret being...well, Aunt Margaret...it just made more sense. Eleanor was a little tempted to see who might else be visiting for her friends, but for the most part, they were overdue for a trip home, anyway.

So she was using her time at the shop today to finish a few things that she'd promised the people of the town near the new house to help them with this and that and the other thing. She was going to pick up a few more plants for the greenhouse there with careful instructions for Margaret in maintaining them, and just generally preparing for what would likely be a long weekend of trying to fill her grandmother's very large shoes.

And it was kind of a shame, too, that she had so much to do, because there was a new book of poetry in her bag that Luma had thoughtfully picked up for her at the library earlier the week that she'd barely even been able to crack yet...

Plant Parenthood is open!

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