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napking posting in

Gray was fighting for his life at Over Easy today.

"No, we're not going 'healthy,' this is--we already have stuff like yogurt bowls on the--people's New Year's Resolutions are their own problem...Have you met Raiden? Do you want to tell him about this low-fat low-carb low-happiness plan? Do you know what Raiden looks like when he's disappointed in you? Because this is how you find out...that's what I thought."

Will It Waffle? Wednesday Special
French Toast Waffles

Over Easy is open!

stykera posting in

fandom_radio

It’s Wednesday again and I’m here again. It seems I’m to be doing this another year. The squirrels have not yet tired of tormenting me early in the morning once a week.

There are notes from the school because break is over and classes have started again. Raiden has a class on Feeding Yourself and asked for introductions and what his students know about using appliances. Ethics is once again being taught by Anakin and Ahsoka and today was introductions for that class as well. And for Basic Training, taught by Gambit, the students showed off what they could do in the Danger Shop.

I have nothing from the dorms, the porg is disappointed in everyone, and I have one note from the town. A quiet day all around it seems. Kitty was at Caritas working on plans for her glitter class and then suddenly she was a small lion. I’m sorry, Kitty. I hope this isn’t the start of a lot of transformations…

That’s all from yesterday. Try to enjoy your Wednesdays even if you’ve turned into an animal for no reason.

witchoftheflesh posting in

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So, by this point, Adrian was pretty familiar with people turning into animals. Hell, he turned into hollyhocks for one ungodly reason or another. But waking up next to an animal when one was expecting to wake up next to one's girlfriend was an experience he had not yet had.

Well, not until Monday, anyway, when he woke up intending to ask Rey what she'd like for breakfast and instead found a little sandcat (sandkitten?) curled up on her pillow. Truly a heartmelting view, except, y'know, he'd been hoping to wake up next to a human.

The next few days had, of course, been a whirlwind of making sure that Rey had everything she needed, including her own little cushion and kitty blanket. Because it was winter and Rey hated the cold and he wasn't taking chances that her cat form was any more comfortable with it.

""We're at work right now, Rey," he reminded the cat who was cheerfully tumbling off of her cushion to go exploring. "You remember the rule, right? No attacking Pam's plants."

He was pretty sure she didn't speak English right now, and even more sure she wasn't listening at all even if she had, so hopefully people would forgive him if he was a little less attentive to their needs today in favor of keeping all plants and cats in the same condition as they'd been when they'd walked in.

okteiviakom posting in

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The trip to the Bahamas (or the trip that had turned into a trip to the Bahamas) was over, as were the holidays, and Octavia was finally back behind the bar at the Devil's Nest.

Tiny was also still dressed overly warmly.

"It's not that cold."

Apparently people from post-apocalyptic worlds got no more of an opinion than vampires did. Octavia let it slide with half an eye roll, and busied herself with checking some of the new stock.

[ooc: Open, but slowwww.]

knightinshinarmor posting in

fandomhigh_ooc

It's possible that I am the only one who likes this meme. But I am suddenly in a meme-ing mood, which like never happens, and this is the meme I wanted to do. And per

throughaphase's fabulous spreadsheet, we haven't done this one in nearly five years!

Friends, we are due.

Anyway:

Tell us about your character's journal name, what it means and how you decided on it?

Let's gooooooo!

throughaphase posting in

fandomtownies

It was a quiet night, so Kitty was at the bar, trying to scribble out some kind of plan for a class on glitter. Seriously, you'd think it'd be easier but not if you wanted it to be something beyond just arts and crafts.

And then all of a sudden... cat. Just a little tiny lion cub behind the bar in a pile of clothes.

Welp. The plan for class was now next week's problem.

[Its a mod Tino night!]

afraid_of_marshmallows posting in

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Hey there island! What up? It's me, ya girl Arden Finch, and welcome to this, my first radio broadcast of 2026! And hey, we're celebrating with plenty of notes today, even, though the porg is looking disappointed again, so I guess we're back to no dorm note.

We did have School, though! It's the first week, so you know what means. That's right! Introductions. Squirrel! had normal introductions: names, pronouns, reasons. Beginner Gourmet Cooking Techniques had introductions with French onion soup and coquilles St Jacques, and Tasks! had all the watermelon they could eat in one minute.

Again, no Dorms - sorry porg - but in Town, there was a lot of stuff happening. Professor Vess was at the Infinite Consortium, where she was visited by Sairis for tea and questions. Dr. Isley returned to Pick Your Poison and checked on all her plants. Vi found the Magpie Emporium full of orders from people who didn't realize that the store was closed. Steph came by with plenty of lunch to help her get through. Ray - Raiden - was at Pizza Planet making King Cake calzone and now I have so many questions. Professor James brought the remainder of his watermelon to the Clinic, and Officer McGarrett was trying to bribe his way into forgiveness from the Troopers at the Station. And, lastly, Mr. Northman was judgy at the Devil's Nest about Tiny's dressing for warmth.

texted3times posting in

fandomtownies

Eric came into the bar to see Tiny dressed in a turtleneck with a scarf and a hat.

"It's not that cold," he proclaimed.

Tiny muttered something about Vikings not getting an opinion on the cold and poured himself a hot drink.

The Devil's Nest was open! Warm drinks were on special.

grenadesandohana posting in

fandomtownies

Steve returned to the office with a tan and a box of malasadas to make up for the tan.

The malasadas disappeared, but the Troopers weren't forgiving him for the tan.

The Trooper Station was open! New year, new crimes?

carbsliftthespirit posting in

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The Christmas decorations had come down at Pizza Planet, and Raiden felt like it was too early to decorate for Valentine's Day. This was why this stretch of winter sucked, he supposed.

Oh, well. At least they still had pizza!

Specials
Roasted Grape & Brie Pizza
Black-Eyed Peas, Collard Greens, & Sausage Pizza
King Cake Calzones

...okay, technically it was a day early for king cake, but Raiden wasn't much of one for rules. Pizza Planet is open!

giveittoyoursister posting in

fandomtownies

The break had been relaxing and refreshing for Vi, which made for an extra sense of chipperness as she opened the store.

It even lasted as she started going through the stack of orders from people who hadn't seemed to be aware that the store had been closed.

Saffron had been aware though. Aware that she'd been cruelly abandoned (with near daily visits that somehow didn't count), by her heartless humans who weren't even sorry.

joan_of_bark posting in

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Pam had spent the holiday weeks either doing the last few things she could for the swamp while she waited for winter to pass, or spending quality time with Harley. She had no regrets. But now that it was the new year, she did - finally - need to come in and check on her store.

"I know, I know, Adrian took good care of you, but let me check the nutrients in your soil for a minute anyway..."

Well, check on the many plants in her store, going from one to the other, mainly. Still, the door was unlocked, and the shelves were stacked, so... the store was open.

[[ open! ]]

deathsmajesty posting in

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Today's shipment was a pair of complementary goblets. The first one earned a sneer, the second a roll of her eyes. "Why do artificers always have more talent than taste?" she grumbled as she set them in the window, along with the day's sign. "Imagine, with those abilities, they might have created something actually pleasing to the eyes."

And then she was off to go ~~threaten~~ lecture the chair about behaving while her advisee was present. It was being particularly recalcitrant lately; with Dean absent, it was lacking in enrichment. Hmm. Perhaps she would tell Sairis one of his duties included walking the chair.

Chalices of Life and Death
The sweet taste of hope's promise and the bitter taste of life's only certainty...

Only certainty? Ha! She was proof that wasn't true.

throughaphase posting in

fandom_radio

Morning, and happy Monday! This is Kitty, back on the radio with your Sunday notes.

Hey, we've got some dorms notes!

*excited porg trilling*

In the second floor common room, Caleb was trying to figure out how it all worked, and Saris was similarly confused as they tried to work out the stove. *pause* *shuffling* *pause* Sorry, was just reading ahead to see if there were any notes about the fire department, which there aren't, so I'm guessing that worked out for them in the end!

And then in town, again, nothing from the fire station, but Gregorith was ready to welcome newbies to the museum, and Rey was being tortured at Stark's with Auld Lang Syne on repeat, which feels especially unfair on January 4.

Anyway that's all I've got. I am off to class, see some of you there!

thatwaslucky posting in

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Sometimes there was music at work that came from nowhere. Most recently it had been annoying Christmas music. There was no January music, so there were just different versions of Auld Lang Syne playing. Rey was in a constant loop of being irritated and then it fading into the background so she could get some stuff done, and then a version would come on that made her remember it was there and then she got irritated again.

Maybe she needed to start bringing earplugs. Or earmuffs. Something to save her ears. Anything.

[Open!]

mustbeawitch posting in

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No, you seem to be confused, I was here yesterday, I--oh, why do I expect drunkard rodents to keep track of the passage of time? We might as well get on with it. Good morning, everyone, it is I, Miss Lydia Bennet, once again, as the squirrels have awakened me and harried me into the studio at this incredibly rude hour. You may consider my hair thoroughly pulled. One day I shall hex them all, just you wait, but today I shall report yesterday's news!

And to our new residents, no, I am not funning you.

( Picnic Radio, Now With Bonus Zombie Horse )

not_a_haint posting in

fandomhighdorms

Sleeping in for Caleb generally meant an hour or two after sunrise, and his internal clock tended to wake him even if he didn't have an alarm or a rooster.

The night before, he'd glanced into the common room on his way to his dorm room, just long enough to see a couch, comfy chairs, and a kitchen. So once he was fully awake he came in to see about breakfast.

And found himself utterly baffled as to how most of this worked. That looked like a stove but he couldn't see how to light it. He at least recognized the icebox from pictures. Enough so that he knew to look there for milk.

Thank goodness there was cereal.

"Right. The future. Gonna have to figure some stuff out. I wonder if there's a manual for the new fangled fake lookin' stove."

[Open like an open post that is open.]

Current Mood: confused

apologizeswithpie posting in

fandomtownies

Gregorith had heard through the handwavy grapevine that there were new students, so on the off chance they wandered his way, he made doubly sure that the museum's maps and brochures and the like were where they were supposed to be.

He had walked to work disguised but once he'd gotten himself situated he decided to drop it. Unfortunately the possibility that he might scare them put him on edge and so he had on his resting stab face.

Current Mood: nervous

sairis posting in

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Sairis still wasn't entirely sure what was going on here or how (or if) he'd ever get back home, but after a stressful day of getting ready for a trip to the capital, raising a horse, a night of riding through a storm, and a day of whatever this was, he was more than ready to get to the room he'd been given and fall asleep.

He found the room and unlocked the door. Hm; he might have to do some wards there. Tomorrow. He walked in and blinked; it was easily larger than his master's room back home, though the two beds said he'd be sharing the space. Which might be awkward, when he was awake enough to think about it.

For now, he went to the bed in the left corner and dropped his bag on it, then dropped himself on it.

[Open post for the roomie or anyone dropping in!]

deathsmajesty

Liliana had been informed that she was a faculty advisor for a new student, Sairis Karkaroth, which meant that going to today's picnic was mandatory, even if it meant going out in weather pretty much tailor-made for staying inside for. Perhaps next winter, they could campaign for an indoor picnic. With wine.

The rickshaw driver had nearly made it to the gates when Liliana stiffened, looking around wildly. She'd caught a stray bit of magic, which wasn't terribly surprising on this island, except for the type of magic. It was necromancy. "Hold," she called. She wasn't going anywhere until she knew what - and who - she'd caught wind of. A shade was summoned and dispatched at the speed of thought, and returned almost as quickly.

Come, it whispered in her mind. Found. Shades were not thrilling conversationalists, no. But whatever it was, it was not an immediate threat, and so she stepped out of the rickshaw and followed the shadowy form of her ~~spy~~ scout. It led her around a curve in the wall to a random bit of hedge near the school gate, to where a horse had been left.

But not just any horse.

A zombie horse.

A zombie horse she hadn't raised. And, considering how his magic worked, neither had Erasmus. Then who in the Abyss had?

"Come here," she ordered. The horse didn't move. Her eyes narrowed further; it had clearly been ordered to stay where it was. Mmm. That wouldn't do. "Come here," she repeated, this time backing up her command with enough mana that her scars lit up with purple light. That was enough to snap the other necromancer's control over the horse; they'd likely only put enough power in the order to keep the horse from wandering off, not to fight another necromancer for possession of it. "You're a wreck of a thing, aren't you?" she murmured to it, though it was clear that most of the damage had been done to it in life, not in death. "Time to discover who you belong to, no?"

And, more specifically, to discover whether or not a foe had come to Fandom Island.

[Mostly establishy, but open if anyone is interested! Zombie horse modded with permission]

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Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

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Meme: What's in a name?

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Fandom Radio, Tuesday, January 6th

The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

Trooper Station, Monday, January 5, 2026

Pizza Planet, Monday

The Magpie Emporium, Monday [05/01]

Pick Your Poison, Monday

Infinite Consortium, Monday

Fandom Radio- Monday, January 5

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