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Pick Your Poison, Sunday

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 ]]

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MHA #4; Late Sunday Morning [09/28].

So, Summer was having a great Parents Weekend; how was yours?

She didn't really need the confirmation, but that morning was definitely adding another point to the box that had waking up surrounded by limbs that weren't hers (not like that, ohmygod, but there had been that one Rakdos party....) was in the S-Tier category of Ways to Wake up. But the soft sound she made as she tried to stretch languidly without disturbing her guests did turn into a little bit of an uncomfortable groan as he stomach gave a gurgle of protest. And she frowned as her fingers brushed on a discarded cupcake wrapper that had somehow wound up at the top of her pillow.

"How many of these did we even eat last night?" she murmured to herself.

Lots, Summer. The answer was lots, there had been so many cupcakes. And that was, like, just the tip of that iceberg.

Heh.

^{[[ for thems that are in the bed with her at the get-go, of course, but certainly can be wide open after all that! ]]}

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Parents Weekend Brunch, Sunday

'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.

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The Office of Lady Ghanima Atreides. Fandom High School, Office #17. Saturday, September 27th

It was the weekend where family came to visit, which meant that Ghanima was in her office with Trebor.

"I know, beloved," she murmured, her fingers running through Trebor's red curls. "I asked for your father to come out this weekend, but apparently he could not be spared."

It was probably a good thing. If they had been able to spare Farad'n, that would mean he would probably be under orders to evaluate their son for his return to the Imperium, and time for her next child.

Tea was brewing, her windows were open, and the pillows on the large over-stuffed divans and chairs were freshly fluffed.

The office hours of Lady Ghanima Atreides were now in session. Welcome, parents.

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Over Easy, Saturday

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!

Fandom Radio, Saturday, September 27

Good morning, dear listeners. For those of you who may be new to our little traditions, I am Miss Lydia Bennet, here with the morning news, as reported by the squirrels. Yes, I did say squirrels.

Right. Let's get on with this, I have brunch and then a festival to get to.

( Parental Visitation Radio )

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Caritas, Saturday (9/27)

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!

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Office #4

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.

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The Onsen, Saturday Afternoon

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. ]]

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Parents Weekend Festival, Saturday

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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Rey's warehouse- Friday late afternoon

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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The Ink Spot, Friday, September 26, 2025

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!

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Fandom Radio, Friday, September 26, 2025

Good morning, everyone, it's Captain Steve Rogers with the news. Why are there so many more of you in here today?

*chittering*

Ah, visiting relatives come a little early. Welcome.

Let's get to the classes so we can all greet our guests. Baking class made tarts, and Tony made jokes about tarts. Food Adventures explored Oktoberfest, and Belle was stocking books in the library. It won't be much of a zombie class if you didn't fight zombies, so that's what they did yesterday, and Gladio came by with lunch and a debrief about how the class had gone during Liliana's office hours.

*chittering*

Well, you should've left before them. Privacy. Learn about it.

In town, Liz was rushing through reports to be ready for the weekend, Luma was definitely working--strange emphasis there--and Steven received flowers from Watts, Summer was working from the Perk, and Rey told Summer that she's dating Adrian now, so congratulations to the both of you! Stark caught Summer up on the animal visitors from last week and told her about the friend who's visiting today.

Pam was planting seeds in the park for Spring, and Thor was making certain that Tiny wasn't getting fancy with the beer at the Devil's Nest, and Supper Club ate Afghan food.

That's everything! Enjoy your weekends.

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Needful Things; Friday Afternoon

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.

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Weather & Storms, Friday, Second Period

"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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Driver's Ed: Drive Fast [Friday, Period One]

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."

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Parents Weekend Meet & Greet, Friday

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!]

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Plant Parenthood; Friday [09/26].

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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The Arms Hotel, Friday

Mary was cutting it a little close, arriving on the island by portal not long before guests started checking in. But it was Groundhog Summer, the last weekend that the pools were open in Las Vegas and she had stayed at the pool until the last moments before her portal. Mary wasn't feeling the autumn vibes yet, seeing as she was wearing a one-piece halter top swimsuit with a sarong wrapped around her waist and a wide-brimmed hat. Her sunglasses were at the front desk. It was too bad that the Arms Hotel didn't have a pool.

[I am trying something a little different this time. ~~Please wait for the OCD~~. Done! | Hotel spreadsheet]

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Trooper Station, Friday

The Troopers had gotten hold of some toy race cars and were spending time in between fielding calls about thieving lawn gnomes and flamingos with threatening auras by playing with them.

Though not by racing them, no. They'd also found two miniature soccer goals and a soccer ball, and were using the cars to try and knock the ball into the goals.

Watts was inclined to let them, so long as they actually responded to the aforementioned calls in a timely manner.