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When it came to picking out a restaurant, Kathy'd had three restrictions: it couldn't be pizza or ice cream, it had to be fancy enough that Dan--that most people wouldn't bother with, especially on a casual Saturday afternoon, and it couldn't be so fancy that it would feel out of place and weird to be at. And so, she'd ended up eyeing the collections of restaurants on Jones and Serendipity...and if they just happened to be completely across the island from any pizza joints, ice cream shops, or liquor stores, so much the better. In the end, she'd settled on Il Pollo, figuring that that little extra flare of having the name be in Italian would be the most potent deterrent of anything on the street.

How dare you accuse Kathy Li of overthinking things? This was a perfectly normal level of preparation--at least, it was if you were meeting up with your ex-boyfriend (always ex-boyfriend, never just ex, never ever)'s dead mother for lunch.

And now she just had to finish giving herself a silent little peptalk to remind herself of the restrictions she'd placed on herself for lunch: no asking. No angling. No casually leading comments. If Eva decided to bring up certain topics of conversation, that was one thing, but Kathy certainly wouldn't be.

No reason to pull Eva into the middle of this. Not that there was a 'this' to be in the middle of.

...And also, she could admit to herself, it was pride. She knew better to think that Dante would be asking his mother anything about her this afternoon, and wouldn't even need a series of ridiculous rules about it.

[For the lady mentioned, if she'd be so kind!]

rebelseekspizza posting in

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Seeing mom was nice.

Complicated, but nice.

And then she'd fucked off for the afternoon for reasons Dante was pretty sure were related to somebody else running around the island. That was fine too.

Though after about five minutes, Dante'd gotten restless, and now he was here, slumped in a booth at Chilly Boulder's with two sundaes in front of him. He was picking at one of them slowly. Yeah, they were probably going to melt on him if he didn't pick it up.

But hey, that just meant rushing it at the end for a shot of adrenaline. Or something. Fuck if he had a plan.

[[ open ]]

carbsliftthespirit posting in

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It looked like it was one of those weekends again, and Raiden didn't know what other people wanted to do with their temporarily-not-dead loved ones, but maybe it involved taking them out to brunch! Kallias definitely needed to be fed. Raiden was making all of his favorites. No one could stop him.

Specials
Chimney Cake
Hortopita
Strapatsada

"Here you go," Raiden said as he set a fresh chimney cake down in front of Kallias. "You know, they put ice cream in them now."

"I want that," Gray said, lifting his head from where it had been cradled in his arms, since he'd been sound asleep thirty seconds ago.

Raiden ruffled his hair. "Of course you do."

Over Easy is open!

((Chimney cake is, canonically, Kallias's favorite food. Kallias died at least 1500 years before chimney cake was invented, but the author of this series was not overly concerned with details. *sobs in nitpicky*))

intheeyeofthebeholding posting in

fandomhigh

"I hope you all brought swimsuits today," Jon said, since he had ~~handwavily~~ told them to. "Although we're not going swimming, precisely." Their portal showed up and he led them through to blessed coolness.

"This is the Blue Lagoon, in Iceland. We've got the 'Comfort' tickets, so you can use the steam bath and sauna, or you can swim in the actual lagoon if you want to get even colder. You can also get a mud mask. You can keep your things in a locker, and they've got towels and hair things and...and moisturizer." If that was your thing. "Oh, and you get a drink. The water is supposed to be wonderful for your skin, but mostly I just wanted to go someplace that wasn't so hot. Feel free to just lounge if you prefer."

heroic_jawline posting in

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Class this week wasn't in the field, sadly. It appeared that both teachers were in a bit of a rush for something or other. But there was a TV set up in the classroom at least. Friday movie day and all that.

"Hi, sorry about the last minute of this," Tony said once people arrived. "Next week we'll be back to normal."

"If you need to be somewhere else today, we completely understand," Steve added.

"But, for the people here, let's sit down and watch the movie."

heroic_jawline posting in

fandom_radio

I'm not saying that Leroy had made a nest in the radio wiring and that's why half the broadcasts have disappeared but some squirrel has been doing that and Leroy's here the most, so conclusions can be drawn.

*sulky chittering*

This is Steve Rogers with the news of yesterday. In classes, Constantine took his class through the bargaining stage of grief, which he points out never works out the way you think it will. Liliana did a deep dive into the destruction of Tolaria, and Movies and Snacks had caffeine to deal with the wave of sleep deprivation coming across the island.

In dorms, Ilya was watching the Stanley Cup finals and both he and Riri were confused about the appearance of a sexy hurricane witch. And now I'm confused about a sexy hurricane witch.

In town, Steph opened up the Magpie Emporium and she and Vi talked about how badly they'd both been sleeping this week and how much Steph appreciated Vi bringing coffee, and then about other things Steph appreciated about Vi and we're not going to mention those things in public.

And that's everything! Try to catch on sleep this weekend, maybe?

thatwaslucky posting in

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It had been… wow, four years since Leia died. At that time, Rey was still very much learning, doubting herself, mostly untested. She'd grown a bit since then.

Naturally, Leia wanted to see how she'd progressed, so Rey set up the remotes and the drones so she could run the course. Which now had lava. And floor projectiles that if she wasn't careful, could shoot her right into it. There wasn't really a chance of that now, unless she was having a very off day. She knew to bat the remotes away while she was making her slow way through the net. The things that were randomized, she knew how to handle. It wasn't easy for her, but it wasn't that hard.

And when she finished, she jumped down off the top of the climbing wall, looking like she was expecting a grade.

[Open, with SP!]

rebelseekspizza posting in

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Eva was not surprised that it took some time to find her son. Nor was she surprised to find him like this: stretched out on an ancient, dirt-covered wall, his red coat draped over the edges, his eyes pointed firmly at the sky. He looked casual, insouciant even, but something was tight in the muscles by his eyes.

A faint tell, but well.

He was her son.

"I hope this isn't where you've been sleeping," she said, her fingers tugging on the hem of that long coat.

"I have a hotel room," Dante told the sky.

"But what's up there is more interesting?" she asked.

"There's this one star where if you look real close, it's actually two," he offered. "I think it's a double sun system. But you know the real trick?"

She looked up. "What's the trick?"

"The second sun isn't actually the twin," he said. "That one's too close for anybody to see. Even with Nephilim eyes. They just make each other look brighter. Feels fucking rude."

Eva nodded, feeling an impatience in herself, and a worry. "Dante," she said. "Look at me."

[[ they're both still here after their talk, so open ]]

weirderthanthou posting in

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The singing faded on Friday morning. Not abruptly, just slowly, as if the notes died out one by one. The brightness that had poured out of the stone went with it, slipping into the undergrowth.

This was old magic. It took time. This power reached into worlds unknown and worlds beyond touching, hells and heavens and every other realm that persisted after life had been snuffed out.

By evening, something had settled. A thin mist that spread across the clearing, weaving power into the very air, a different kind of hum that shifted in color as the sun sank beneath the horizon.

The rock crumbled. Twisted. It built an arch out of the little pieces, filling it with power and earnest desires. Shadows appeared within, the shapes of people approaching.

You had dreamed them. They would come.

[[ thus begins Field of Dreams! you can sneak in late to touch the stone in the morning, or meet your formerly dead guests later in this post, or anywhere else you'd like. nfb. ]]

liartoldyouthat posting in

fandomhighdorms

Okay, weird future with your weird different hockey league, you got Ilya. Your hockey was entertaining. It could stay.

High scoring games in the finals? Carolina coming back from four (four!) down to force overtime, going to double overtime, and then losing? Their captain scoring a game-winning goal while dramatically falling on his face? Las Vegas apparently having a hockey team now, albeit one with a dumb name and uniforms in the ugliest shade of yellow Ilya had ever seen in his life? Las Vegas thinking it was a good idea to represent their enemy as a sexy hurricane witch? This series had it all, and Ilya had pizza and full control of the remote for Game 5. If he couldn't play in the finals yet, he could at least be entertained by them.

(Open common room is open!)

stykera posting in

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“I've been dreaming this week,” Stark said. “About people I miss. One in particular. So this week’s movie is about dreams. It's called Sleeping Existence.”

“Today's snacks…have caffeine. There's chocolate covered espresso beans and coffee ice cream and there's coffee to drink if you like. Or sodas. And popcorn, as always.”

“I hope you enjoy it.”

deathsmajesty posting in

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Liliana was in a mood when she arrived to class in a swirl of purple skirts. Her dreams had been haunted by memories of the past, there was a constant singing in her brain that was trying to get her to do...something...and wouldn't shut up the way the Onakke did, no matter how hard she willed it, and Constantine's class today had been a walk down memory lane that she enjoyed even less than her dreams of her girlhood with Arine, under Lady Ana's watchful eye.

( Sleep deprived lecture )

She...hadn't meant to go this deep into recounting the destruction of Tolaria, as most of her students had already known about it. She was just not going to think too deeply about why she had, either. That was a level of self-reflection that she was not interested in at this time. Blame it on lack of sleep, perhaps.

talentforlying posting in

fandomhigh

"There is no negotiating with loss," John said bluntly once people had arrived. "But everyone always tries."

"Welcome to the Bargaining Stage! During this part, people often make deals or promises to try to reverse or alleviate their loss. They may ruminate over ‘what if’ situations and wish to go back and change the past in the hopes of preventing the loss, or in the present, people may try to make a deal with themselves, or with a higher power for those who are spiritual or religious, under the condition that if they act in a particular way, they might feel better or the situation may improve."

"With your standard civilians, this often manifests as offering to be a better person, to help others, or to make donations to charities, feeling as if they are negotiating with fate, a higher power, God, or the universe. Wishing for miracles to negate the loss, or mentally bargaining about the past and wondering if the loss wouldn’t have happened if you did certain things differently. For instance, you may think: 'If I stopped by his house that night, he would still be here,' or 'I gave up on the relationship too quickly; if only I had tried harder, we would still be married.'"

"Sometimes, those deals can be a little more...concrete. When you live on Fandom Island, well, we're the type of people to try and actually make bargains with very very real higher powers -- like me."

"I had cancer. I had cancer that was killing me rapidly, and in my grief over it, I made a devil's bargain... with three of them no less."

"I sold my soul to all three Lords of Hell, and now I cannot die, because the moment I do, they must go to war over my soul. Something that the heavens of my world will not allow. None of them want to lose power. None of them can afford to lose face. And so, I have three of the world's worst fucking guardian 'angels' waiting for me to slip up in a way that guarantees they get to collect and the others have no claim."

"I bargained with the universe, and got a new, cancer-free body out of it." Constantine shrugged. "Can't say I regret it, but I can say I don't recommend it as a course of action. Most of you have powers that will tempt you to bargain with death, rewrite time, deny the cosmos. I can't tell you not to do it, because I sure fucking did."

"But if you do... know that the deal always comes due, sooner or later. You cannot outrun it forever, yeah? The universe will have balance, one way or another."

drumsticksandd20s posting in

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Steph hadn't been getting a lot of very restful sleep this week for some reason, so she was dragging a bit and had to keep shaking herself back to alertness every time she started to half-doze through the process of tidying up the game library shelves. Little Bot was doing his best to help, which was to say carefully poking Steph in the ankle with a d4 he'd found underneath one of the tables every time she started to drift off.

Saffron was also doing her best to help, which was deliberately curling up on top of the shelves like she was supervising and then going to sleep. Was it just a coincidence that this meant she just happened to put Steph well in range of the infamous kitty nap field? She wasn't going to tell.

[OOC: Open!]

weirderthanthou posting in

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The song drifted through the woods. It was louder now. Everything about it was louder now: its blue glow cast a real sheen on the surrounding glen, casting off the bark of the tree and the wings of the insects that called this place home.

If you dream them, they will come.

[[ nfb, open for anyone who wants to touch the stone ]]

wrongkindofsith posting in

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*chittering*

Oh, yes, I dream of not dealing with drunken squirrels. Strange that.

In School news, Anakin was doing more Shenanigans in the park, with some less horrifying shirts than usual. The Minglers included a very confused Dante, while the Voluntolds had varying opinions about the shirts. This week's 'tasks' involved stacking groceries, making beds, and some weird kink thing involving socks and kiddy pools.

Over in the Library, Arden had visits from Gray and Caleb.

Nothing for the Dorms, while elsewhere in Town, Rey was possibly people-watching in the Perk.

sith_happened posting in

fandomhigh

Today there were three piles of t-shirts, and three different stations set up around the park's grassy area, so that couldn't be anything but a terrible sign.

"We will be working in groups today!" Anakin announced without cackling maniacally, so good job, Anakin. "Listen for your names!"

Group 1: Aloha Abs
Stark
Hannibal
Flint
Rey
Ilya

Group 2: Beautiful Mermen (and Vi)
Steve R.
Dante
Raiden
Vi
Sairis

Group 3: This is a Lot
Henry
Kitty
Steve M.
Jon
Isabela

stykera posting in

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Hello. It’s Wednesday, again so I’ll tell you about Tuesday because that’s how this goes. And then I’ll try to avoid Anakin even though I failed at that last week.

At the school yesterday we had the usual three classes. Book Club watched a very familiar movie. Coping With The Non-Modern World discussed their favorite technologies. And then the eagle showed a movie about a weird man named Al in Sam Eagle Presents: Weird or Not Weird?. I assume the verdict was weird, this time.

Nothing from the dorms and the porg seems to still be regretting some of his life choices from earlier this week. The vet might have something for that?

And now the town. Sairis swept at Liliana’s shop and remained uneaten by the chair. Dante was at Chilly Boulder for strawberry ice cream. And Kitty had what the squirrels called “a normal one” at Caritas while Tino played air guitar. That does sound normal but the notes look sarcastic…

*chittering*

Yes, your scribbles can look sarcastic. Hush. That’s all for today from yesterday...

thatwaslucky posting in

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There were several reasons why Rey wasn't surprised she'd been dreaming about Leia. Between her work as a Jedi, her relationship, and her next steps in general, she had a lot of things weighing on her, so of course she'd want to talk to the only mother figure she'd ever had. Rey hadn't been trying to call for her, but maybe this was a sign that she should.

She'd usually be in the warehouse by now, but she wasn't really feeling it today. What she was feeling was a need for caffeine, since she'd woken up after said dream in the extremely early morning and hadn't been able to get back to sleep. Between the Force and Magic, she was healed up, but sometimes you just didn't wanna and didn't have to.

She'd gotten a coffee and a table by the window, looking out like she was people-watching, while not really paying attention outside at all.

[Open!]

weirderthanthou posting in

fandomtownies

The light had grown overnight. The stone hummed with it, sang with it, calling out to the dreams of those on Fandom and beyond.

Dream them.

And it waited.

[[ come touch the stone, dreamers! nfb. ]]

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Il Pollo, Saturday Afternoon

Chilly Boulder, Saturday Afternoon

Over Easy, Saturday

Let's Play Tourists!, first period

Paintball! Friday, June 12, 2026

Fandom Radio, June 12, 2026

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

On One of Those Little Walls Separating Apocalypse Ave From The Sea, Galactica Point, Friday Night

The Woods, Friday Morning

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Movies and Snacks!, Thursday Period 2

Song of Dominia, Thursday, Period 3

The Memory of Living - Thursday, Period 1. [6/11]

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