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Luma's search of the island for a Boc-scented tree had turned up futile, which made her equal parts frustrated and sad, especially since, when she told Eleanor, her sister was just sort of apathetic about ot all, saying that sometimes around here, people just did that, leaving unexpectedly. She'd had it happen before, with classmates, roommates, friends...

But Luma had never dealt with loss well. She'd always had so little, and yet still had lost so much. Arthur, Rhys, her father, grandparents, even Eleanor (especially Eleanor)...so while she and Boc hadn't been all that really close, it still felt like a deep cut, leaving her feeling....anxious. And angry. Inconsolable. All sorts of things she never really learned how to handle well.

The forlorn howling late a night from the woods, then, could be traced back to her, and she'd slept in late,only to drag herself out for at least one modern thing the island had to offer her to make her feel a little bit better, even if momentarily: a big blended mocha frappicinno from the Perk, and a big sticky cinnamon roll to go along with it.

It was only helping marginally, but it would just have to do, for now.

[[ open, of course! ]]

Well, they had a plan to go looking for another dog because they were definitely becoming That Couple. But also, they had the space and the inclination for it. So. Dog.

And that was the plan, but the island would clearly have other things in mind.

"We'll take my car, right?" Tony asked like it was any better for a dog than Steve's motorcycle. It was only in the vaguest sense better.

[for him!]

Yes, yes, I'm here, I'm here, now give me the--where are the notes?

*embarrassed chittering*

You what?

*more chittering*

Well. All right, then. Good morning, Fandom. This is Lydia Bennet, and it seems that the squirrels set all of yesterday's notes aflame with a 'sparkler,' whatever that is. You shall have to reconstruct the day from your own recollections, and I cannot believe that I got out of bed for this.

*chittering*

No, you could have left me there. I was very comfortable where I was.

*snickering*

Oh, shut up. I would have come in here eventually. I’m allowed to sleep later sometimes. Especially if I’ve had a late night. You did not need to come downstairs to get me out of her bed!

*chittering*

It’s a complicated situation. Hush. Let’s just get on with it, please. Nothing from the school and nothing from the dorms but a couple of notes from the town and of course Steve’s birthday party.

Liz was at the Photo Hut working on spreadsheets and paperwork. Luma was at Pixie Dust wondering about Boc’s absence. I hope he’s all right.

And then the party which had plenty of food and drinks, of course and Steve had a bit of everything and reminded Tony he needed to eat too and that he was going to put so many things in the chocolate fountain. There was also dancing, and fireworks that weren’t really fireworks because they were drones, and then there were the guests.

Summer had a very nice firework dress and Tony told her she’d started a party trend and that Steve had to be convinced to have a party and they discussed his birthday next year. Steve was happy to see her and told her how I was doing radio today so they discussed jello so I had something to talk about. Thank you? Maybe? And I admired Summer’s dress and she liked my shirt and I asked her to dance.

Kitty was dressed in blue and she and Steve discussed how old Steve is and he isn’t sure but 30-something. I’m not sure either. Tony was pleased that Kitty was there and admiring his chandeliers.

Liliana had a new outfit, a suit, and Tony joked about the two of them running away together and…things that likely don’t need to be repeated on here. Steve surprised her with a hug and they also talked about Steve’s confusing age. I complimented her suit and we discussed upcoming classes. Don was also appreciative of her new outfit though somewhat formal about it.

I had a new shirt and Steve and I discussed the importance of cake and pie. But Tony may have cursed the island. If something happens soon it’s his fault. Remember that.

Ignis was there with Liliana who was describing the chandeliers and outfits for him. Tony and Ignis discussed differences in holidays and Steve and Ignis talked about birthdays coinciding with holidays.

Don arrived, discussed age confusion, and Don sang to him. Tony may have encouraged another song from Don.

Miss Lydia Bennet was there in a red evening gown and Steve encouraged her to see some fireworks tonight. Tony was glad to see her without any drunken squirrels demanding they perform for them. I understand this feeling. I could still be in bed…

Right. Nevermind. Raiden brought Gray with him but Gray was asleep. Steve pointed out a place to let Gray sleep and that there was a burger bar while Tony offered to get pillows and save some food.

After Don had left Thor arrived to wish Steve a happy birthday and to discuss eating all the desserts and Tony told him he was just in time to help transport the cake. Hopefully he got to eat some as well.

That’s all from the party and from Thursday at all.

*chittering*

No, I don’t need to tell anyone what I was doing after the party and neither do you. Hush.

I imagine I will be back to doing this on Wednesday again next week. Probably. Who knows. Until then, be careful of exploding things today and enjoy the holiday if it is one that you celebrate.

Hello, Fandom! Are you feeling nice and secure on your weirdness-free island? Well, too bad. Because from Monday, July 7th, through Friday, July 11th, Fandom is experiencing a LAUNDRY STRIKE.

That means that none of the washers or dryers will work all week - while temperatures rise and the amount of Clothing Incidents (tm) increase rapidly. Yes, there will be random mud pools around the island, and flocks of birds with GI problems, and - of course - the pizza is extra drippy this week.

And just to improve everyone's tempers, Friday night will see an island-wide fire drill. (Posted in the AM on Friday, so everyone can play all day.) Hope you still have some decent PJs left, everyone.

People'd be less impressed by the thrantas if they knew how karking stupid they were. Yeah, Jack had flown one once or twice as a kid; it was hard to grow up on this planet without it. But he viscerally remembered the stupid look in the thing's eyes, the way it would get distracted.

And his dad, grumbling about the wasted money the day after. Sitting in a chair at the medcenter, waiting for the kolto patches to be removed from Jaq's arms.

It'd been a long day out here. There wasn't much left of the town he'd grown up in. It'd been relentlessly renovated, older buildings removed and replaced with new, prettier ornate synthstone. If he had to take a guess, he assumed the people he'd grown up with had been priced out of the neighborhood.

Sorry, 'moved to more suitable housing'. It was Alderaan, after all.

And then they'd headed out, towards the mountains, a little more like the hiking trips they took back on Earth. But the mountains were taller and more majestic, and every once in a while, a thranta herd would come out from behind a snowy peak, and fly past the sun, and the sunlight would reflect on its wings, and Jack-- well, Jack wanted to grab a pebble and throw it out there with the Force. See if he could nail one.

( But he wasn't the only one there, and he knew it was an immature reflex. )

[[ nfb due to distance, can be open for comms/phone calls/messages ]]

No.

*chittering*

We've had this discussion before.

*chittering*

It's not 'totally different' if you're 'just storing them'. No fireworks inside the station. If you really want to explode yourselves, do it outside. After you give me the notes.

Let's see, no classes of any kind up at the School, though it was a beach day in the Library, much to Cal and Gray's confusion when they came by to visit Arden.

The Dorms were quiet. Again. While in Town, Adrian was convinced he was being watched at Pick Your Poison, I'd suggest it was paranoia, but I do have all these notes about Rey trying to help him, and Lydia also making an appearance. Speaking of appearances, Raiden was all over the streets hanging up flyers for his new breakfast place. Finally, it was something of a mango theme at Caritas, though sadly, Tino was not a man gone. Summer texted, while Stark was glad Anakin had taken the week off, and Rey was asked for 'jello life choice opinions'.

*muffled explosions*

Outside the station, not outside the booth.

"No Boc today?"

Luma frowned a little when she came in to work that day; she was used to catching the little demi-human in the morning, before he scampered off to his Breakfast class, but since they were between classes, she was sort of looking forward to getting to spend a little more time with him. Yes, sure, she teased him an awful lot because he was just so skittish and frightened of nearly everything, but she liked him, and they could talk about embroidery and sewing and things like that and she found where he was from, based on what he'd shared with her, fascinating. And it was just nice, really, to have someone so clearly not entirely human, like herself, to just exist with.

So she was disappointed that he'd already apparently gone out, but then the other clerk mentioned that they hadn't actually seen him all week. When the concern deepened on her face, though, they reassured her that he'd probably just turned into a tree in the woods again.

Apparently, that was a thing he just did sometimes??

But Luma was still suspicious and worried, so she supposed she was going to be spending some time later to see if she could sniff out a Boc-scented tree. Would he smell different? She supposed she'd find out, but, as it were, even if she did work well enough while she was there today, she was distracted most of the time.

Pixie Dust is open!

The ballroom was all done up in appropriately red, white, and blue bunting. Because bunting felt very Steve if you asked Tony. And Tony was the one picking the decorations for this one. Sorry, Steve.

There were a few fireworks themed chandeliers set up in the center of the room to drive home the celebration as well. And a wide selection of foods that Steve liked most. So all the foods. It was all the foods, but straight-forward stuff (burger bar, taco bar, hot dog bar, ice cream sundae bar with a chocolate fountain (because who didn't want a chocolate fountain on their birthday?)), and not appetizer portions. And pie! Either because Steve liked pie or because Tony thought it was hilarious.

Or both.

And after all of that, there would be a birthday cake with a truly obnoxious number of candles and a 'fireworks' show that was visible from the ballroom windows if you didn't want to brave a trip to the roof. It was actually a drone show because Tony was Tony. And the noise would be something else if they did actual fireworks.

After the last couple of weeks, Liz had been able to get a somewhat decent amount of sleep. She was still a bit tired but was feeling a lot better as she came downstairs to try and get some work done after not getting as much finished over the last couple of weeks. Since she had to work on setting up spreadsheets and reports for the month and answer a few emails, she was managing to stay focused and quite busy for that morning.

[The Photo Hut is open!]

Summer was already feeling a little restless that week, as one might expect when one had a RageFest sized carrot dangled in front of them on the way to a new possible business prospect, and it really didn't help that Tino, although he didn't say anything, was giving her a look as she set up her specials board that week.

"What?" she said. "We had a lot of mango at the store this week! You think I'm happy about that? I don't even like mango all that much!"

And now Tino was really looking at her like she was crazy.

Featured Cocktail
Mango Lava Flow

Featured Jello
Mango Sticky Rice
Mango Jalapeño
Watermelon Mango
Mango Peach O's

Caritas is open!

The final touches were being put on the property at 79 Godiva Street and the kitchen was being stocked, so there was nothing left to do now but announce it.

With fliers, as was traditional, which was why Raiden could be found around town on Wednesday morning putting those fliers up, and occasionally pausing to dither over whether he'd put them at an appropriate eye level for someone who wasn't approximately the size of a commercial fridge.

GRAND OPENING!!!
Join us Sunday, July 6 to celebrate the opening of
Over Easy
79 Godiva Street
Serving breakfast & brunch!
Bottomless brunch cocktails!
Featuring Will It Waffle? Wednesdays!

He should have brought Gray along to provide a more appropriate eye level gauge. Some of these might be too low. Some were definitely too high. But Raiden was out here doin' his best.

Good morning, everyone, it's Captain Steve Rogers a few days early. Stark--the other Stark--was unavailable today.

Since it's a break week, we're pretty quiet on the island and I can assure you that the park is safe to walk through today. We didn't have classes yesterday, but I am looking forward to seeing everyone back at paintball next week!

In town, Liliana was at the diner for her weekly--

*chittering*

--I am not calling it a "booty call." Her lunch date with Ignis. Stark asked Gladio at the gym for hobby ideas--Tino at Caritas' new hobby is apparently blending things--and gardening is always a good choice too. Pam was helping her plants get through the heat wave. Jaina was in the Perk drinking coffee and reading and both of those would also be hobbies, though in my household drinking coffee is more of a personality trait than a hobby.

Party planning could also be a hobby, and so I hope you all can make it to my party tomorrow. Tony's really gone to a lot of effort for it. Have a great day!

For all that Octavia, Duke and Lucifer were in Los Angeles under a looming sense of foreboding like time was about to run out, there also seemed to be nothing but time. Octavia was doing her best to adjust, to build new routines away from the island. Going back to the ship to take care of her plants, finding hiking trails she liked (whenever the weather didn't feel like it was out to kill her), trying to -- just trying to stay busy. Keep active.

But some days the body felt like it needed to rest. And sometimes Octavia even gave into that instead of pushing forward. Today was one of those, so she was reading a book in Lucifer's living room, her back against the floor and her feet up on the couch.

Well, she was pretending to read, anyway.

See, there were downsides to letting herself be still - like how much louder it made all kinds of thoughts she'd been ignoring and repressing and holding back. Thoughts about things like Heaven, and Hell, and how it was July 2nd again and she didn't even know if Bellamy was alive like her or dead like their mother.

(Where was their mother?)

There was a certain kind of loneliness that didn't touch her often, but when it did, it hurt.

But at least she was holding her book the correct way up?

[ooc: NFB for distance, but open for all the usual.]

Adrian peered cautiously into the store, trying to find any hint of...weirdness. No decorations that he could see, nothing singing annoying songs, no random bags of chips tucked away anywhere.

Or, well, none of those things right now.

He moved inside, carefully, step by tentative step, head on a swivel. So far...so good...?

Nothing on his way through the aisles. Nothing as he stepped behind the register.

Nothing at all.

Nothing. At. All.

But during his shift, why did it feel like someone watching him?

There was a weird beach tableau happening in the library today. Books - beach reads, obviously - were lounging around, while Beach Boys played from some portable speakers. Some books rested on towels, some wear floaties around their covers, a few are clustered around a couple of different coolers. Arden had no idea of what could even be in those coolers. What snacks and beverages would books even bring to the beach?

Not curious enough to actually tread into their space, mind.

At least not until she saw a pair of books with a bottle of suntan lotion between them, the paper cover pulled slightly askew. "Okay, absolutely not!" she called. "We do not put lotion onto the books!"

Jaina had mixed feelings about the fact that they were still here. She didn't mind it. The kids were having fun, Jag wasn't as stressed, she didn't have to deal with the Empire. But this wasn't normal life, either.

Plus there was still a threat out there, and Jaina wasn't getting annoyed that she wasn't aware of any progress on that. Maybe she needed to make a visit. If she was the target of anything, good luck to them, so she wasn't worried about that. And in the meantime she'd take some time at a table with coffee and a datapad to check over some reports on what was going on over there.

[Open!]

The heat would not be kind to some of the plants in Pick Your Poison's garden; Pam knew as much. So she'd spent some time moving some items around, putting up some sheets to create more areas of shade.

Yes, oftentimes, it was best to let nature do her own work. But sometimes - like in these times of manmade disaster - you had to help her.

The store was open. The correct sign was on the door. If anyone needed Pam, though, she'd be in the garden, checking on all the plants, making a note of which to water later, when the sun went down.

[[ open ]]

Tino was hyper focused on the blender today. Normally not a huge problem, but he was taking it as a challenge. Everything was getting blended. Did you want a run and Coke? Blended. Martini? Blended. Beer? You best believe you were getting it blended.

Kitty was a little worried about bow this would end, and yet:

SPECIALS
SLUSHIES

[Open!]

Hey there Fandom, it's me, ya girl, Arden Finch, welcoming you into July by telling you all the cool things that we did to finish up June. Which, judging by the size of this stack, isn't really much? Because we're all on vacation, being beach bums, right?

*chittering*

...Or obsessively listening to a single band on repeat. Thank you, squirrels, very vital for you to have brought that up.

Anyway, With nothing happening in School or the Dorms, it was just stuff in Town that rates a mention. We start with Vi changing back from being a kitten over Pride weekend, and anything that happened between her and Steph after that is their business, not ours. Professor Vess was arguing with a crystal ball in the Infinite Consortium, I guess because she didn't like her fortune, probably? Mystery Sign Theater 3000 was showing What Can A Girl Do? and Mayor Faden came by to catch the movie and tease Mr. Barnes about stereotypes and candy. That's...not a very descriptive note, rodents. Pizza Planet saw Raiden putting in orders for a metric BLEEPton of eggs and potatoes....I'm guessing for his new breakfast place? But that's just a guess, there's a holiday coming up, he might be making a kiddie pool's worth of potato salad.

*chittering*

No, I have faith that Raiden wouldn't put raisins or blueberries in his potato salad. He's a Nephilim, not a monster. Professor James Stark bought out the last of the Pride pastries and brought them to the Clinic nurses, and Officer McGarrett was looking at emails at the Trooper Station. The squirrels are making a big deal about him not answering any, but who amongst us has not read an email and decided to just deal with it all later. I click mine back to 'unread' so that it stays at the time of my email. Also, if I get too many unread emails, I start getting twitchy. Fun Finch Facts that nobody asked for! And, lastly, Tiny was making drinks with sparklers in them, and Mr. Northman was nearby with a fire extinguisher to make sure that Devil's Nest didn't end up burning down.

And that's it for this radio! So long Fandom, this is ya girl, Arden Finch, leaving you with How It's Done by Huntr/x! Have a great day!

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