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“Welcome back,” Stark said once it seemed like everyone that was coming to the classroom today had arrived. “I hope none of you had too hard a time last week with all of the island nonsense. Fandom weirdness. Whatever you might want to call it. There certainly was a lot of it. Much more than usual in such a short time.”

“Turning into something, or someone, is somewhat common here. It was not where I’m from. The first time I wasn’t myself was…very strange.”

This was a huge understatement. The first time Stark was shaped unlike himself he'd spent a lot of time yelling and otherwise freaking out. If Stark had found himself pony-shaped last week he would have screamed loud enough for the whole island to hear, probably. There would have been so much stomping of hooves.

“I’m still not used to it, not really, but it may get easier for you all with time. I yell a lot less than i did the first time. First few times.”

“Sometimes I’m a koala. Which makes no sense but many things in this universe and others make no sense. Eventually, maybe, you can come to accept that. Not always. Not for everyone. That’s something to keep in mind, when dealing with others. You may grow accustomed to things. You may accept things. Not everyone will do both, or either. Just because something is fine for you doesn’t mean it’s fine for someone else. And just because something is fine for someone else does not necessarily mean it will be fine for you.”

Stark paused then and looked around. “If I ever talk of things that upset you, that you don't want to deal with, please tell me. I don't want to upset any of you. The whole idea of all of this is to not upset others needlessly if it can be avoided. Some things can't be.”

He'd lost his train of thought, a bit, and was trying to find it once more.

“So…I suppose that's a good topic? Things like the island changing you, or someone else. How do you deal with that? How do you help others deal with it or at least not make it worse? Some of you may have had your first experience with this last week…did you learn anything from that? Would you do anything differently now? Things like that. That seems like a reasonable thing to discuss. Were you warned about things like transformations before you first experienced them or was it a shock? Would you warn someone else now?”
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Today's classroom was set up like a cocktail party with a bartender on each side of the large room filled with generic wall art and a table full of snacks in the middle. The drinks were non-alcoholic but the food was real because your teachers weren't monsters. There were, however, some landmines on the table for a party where you are standing and talking: brownies that could get stuck in your teeth, broccoli that could get stuck in your teeth, chicken wings that rendered your fingers sticky, something with a sauce begging to drip on your shirt, and so on.

"Today we test what you remember from your interactions last week," Anakin said, "or what you can make up in a bland yet plausible way about your colleagues."

"Remember, you're all here at this function because you're representing a larger organisation," Ahsoka added. "What you say and do also reflects on them." So make sure any truly outrageous lies couldn't be traced back to you, basically.

"Do not get fake drunk and make a scene," Anakin said, nodding, "unless you are planning to quit, get fired, or leave the planet never to be seen again."

"Or you're participating in some kind of double bluff where you need to appear disgraced in order to accomplish a larger goal." Which was a very specific scenario that you sounded far too familiar with, Ahsoka.

Anakin nodded. "But that's a more advanced class." Because they'd definitely done that.

More than once, even.
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Class had been handwaivly notified to meet outside the front door of the school. Upon arrival, students would find that Ghanima was coaching Trebor through tying his shoes.

Was he only two? Yes. But her culture had children wielding knives at this age, so, she did not think it totally outside his capabilities to learn how to make a bunny-knot with enough practice. "I hope you brought your walking shoes," she said, looking up at all of them. "Because today, we are off to the zoo!"

"In particular, the San Diego Zoo."

"It began with a collection of animals left over from the 1915 Panama–California Exposition that were brought together by its founder, Dr. Harry M. Wegeforth. The zoo was a pioneer in the concept of open-air, cage-less exhibits that recreate natural animal habitats. It houses over 12,000 animals of more than 680 species and subspecies, and it is one of the most visited zoos in the United States."

"The reason I've selected the San Diego Zoo, over the many options, is both their wide range of exhibits, including multiple aviaries," was that private apology for Arden after last week had made her visibly uncomfortable? Yes. Absolutely. "--and because the zoo is active in conservation and species-preservation efforts. Its Institute for Conservation Research raises over a hundred and fifty endangered species and has helped increase populations of endangered animals worldwide, both in captivity and in the wild. As a result, they have reintroduced more than thirty endangered species back into the wild, and have conserved habitat at fifty field sites." Ghanima beamed at the assembled class. "I have a particular interest in wildlife conservation, and so you must all suffer."

After all, what good was teaching if not to force your special interests on impressionable students?

The Portalocity portal blinked into existence behind her, and Ghanima stood to begin distributing physical tickets to everyone, including tickets for the Inside Look and Animals in Action, and two gift cards -- one $25 card good at any restaurant in the park, and another $25 card good for the gift shop.

Ghanima was an Empress who almost never dipped into her royal stipend. If she wanted to use her salary to spoil her students all semester, she was allowed.

"I paid extra for a 'time skip,' so if you want to stay at the zoo all day, you will still make it back in time for second period," she laughed. "So have fun! Take pictures, sketch, explore... all I ask is that you go into the experience with an open heart and mind, and learn one new thing -- about the world, or about yourself."

She waived towards the portal. "Let us depart!"

The Perk, Tuesday Morning

Sep. 9th, 2025 10:48 am
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Don wasn't disappointed that the gremlin Starbucks in Stark Tower didn't have that apple coffee from last year. Don't be silly. Okay, yes, he was rather partial to apples for reasons he chose to leave unexamined, but apple coffee? Weird. He definitely hadn't come to the Perk hoping they still had apple coffee, and for sure wasn't mildly sulking over the pumpkin spice latte he'd allowed himself to be talked into.

Really. He swore.

(Open Perk is open!)

Caritas- Tuesday

Sep. 9th, 2025 07:04 am
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Kitty was getting the place ready for Three Minute Dates Saturday, including stretching butcher block paper over the bar to make the sign. Would they need glitter? Of course not, it was still all the hell over from the weekend and would be there always.

Tino was doing his part by trying to come up with themed drinks, and Kitty had had to spend a lot of time already nixing the idea of jungle juice so good luck to you all.


[Open!]

The Photo Hut; Tuesday [09/09].

Sep. 9th, 2025 05:07 am
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Now that they were really entering in that home stretch of when they'd be welcoming the next little tiny Argentum into the fold, Prompto figured he should really step it up to help with some of the more administrative things with the shop so that Liz didn't need to worry so much about them and could focus on just taking care of herself and the baby. And he was already regretting it, letting out a faint groan as he realized he messed something up and already had to go back and fix it.

Look, Prompto had always been a little bit of a technophile. He loved coding and programming and tinkering with computers and weapons and cars and stuff.

But budget spreadsheets?

UUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHH.

But it was for Liz, and so he was going to try and stick through it, even if he did just spend a lot of time pouting at his computer screen and trying to think of ways he could maybe gamify this whole process to make it slightly more bearable.

Forget potty training. Maybe what they really should be teaching Noctra at this stage in her development was accounting.

(Hey, at least Iggy would approve!)

The Photo Hut is open!

Atlas Gym; Tuesday [09/09].

Sep. 9th, 2025 05:01 am
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Inspired by someone's love for Ants on a Log (the peanut butter and celery with raisins snack, not actual ants on a log, a very important distinction to make), there was a small, friendly debate going on among the staff at Atlas that day about the best workout related or workout adjacent snacks. Anyone working out that day ran the risk of getting polled about what their favorites might be, as well, to be compiled into data, and maybe might influence what was made available there, but there was definitely one person they didn't need to poll for their answer.

They polled him anyway.

And Gladio just looked at them for a moment.

"Come on, guys," he said, giving them a dubious look, and that was all they needed.

He just hoped that, when they wrote it down, they remembers to add the TM.

Atlas is open!

Luke's Diner; Tuesday [09/09].

Sep. 9th, 2025 04:49 am
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Ignis was feeling rather contemplating that Tuesday, leaning back on the counter over his mug off coffee while waiting for customers. Rather hard not to be, really, sandwiched as he was right then between reflections of the past and visions of the future. Even without having been fourteen again last week to reflect over how much he'd changed over the past twenty years, there would also be Three Minute Dates ahead this weekend reminding him of how much more he'd changed over even just the past two. And then beyond that, even more changes in the two years to come, and the years after that, and after that...

So, yes. An awful lot to contemplate over coffee on that quiet Tuesday morning in the diner. At least once contemplating what to put on the board for today's recipehs had been taken care of, anyway.

Today's Specials
Breaded Pork Cutlet with Tomato
Buffalo Cauliflower Sandwich
Strawberry Crisp


Luke's is open!

Fandom Radio, Tuesday, September 9th

Sep. 9th, 2025 03:22 am
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Hey there, island! It's me, ya girl Arden Finch, bringing you yesterday's news today. Which...and I'm a little terrified to say it...seems to also be normal again? I mean, I say that and I'm gonna step out of the station and discover the sky is literally falling or something, but until that happens, I'm just gonna revel in the normalcy.

Hopefully things will stay normal, too, which will make classes at the School a lot easier to navigate. Speaking of navigation - did you see what I did there? - Flight and Flying had us flying jets in the Danger Shop which, can confirm, is still really nerve-wracking. Cryptozoology talked about the Mothman, which Billie making sure Professor Sims knew that the Mothman has a great [BLEEP]. Oh don't even start with me, you have no idea how glad I am to be able to swear normally again; I'm not gonna say 'great behind' or whatever. Thicc [BLEEP], Mothman's got a thicc [BLEEP], you heard it here first folks. And How To Swim went swimming in the pond in the park and I'm pretty sure I need to bring a bottle of sherry over to Lydia or something because, eeeeesh.

No Dorms, but we've got our usual batch of notes from Town! All around town, lots of people were out enjoying the beautiful weather. Or cleaning up the glitter, like Professor Vess was at the Infinite Consortium. Professor Scientia stopped by for lunch and they talked about going to Three Minute Dates this weekend. Which hey, you should go! It's honestly how I met a lot of my friends here! Riri also dropped by for coffee and to learn about necromancy. Vi was also cleaning up the Magpie Emporium because, yeah, glitter is everywhere. How? Don't even ask, it's glitter. Just ask Raiden at Pizza Planet because that was what he was doing, too! While keeping a whether eye out for more nonsense, which...fair.

Good news, Fandom! Needful Things has re-opened! Rey visited to check out the new merchandise, learn about sparkle vampires - what?! - and buy a chair from Doc Harley. The Trooper Station all got to enjoy the day by going for a run, and even if the only person having fun was Officer McGarrett. Professor James Stark and the nurses at the Clinic were trying to figure out how the crab tank had gotten covered in glitter and, well...again. Glitter. That's how it be. And apple themed drinks were on display at The Devil's Nest, which Professor Solo-Fel tried on Mr. Northman's...semi-recommendation.

And that's it for the notes today! Time for me to check to see if the sky is falling or not. Have a great rest of your day, Fandom. This is ya girl, Arden Finch, signing off, leaving you to enjoy Ariana Grande's Dangerous Woman. Talk to ya next week, Fandom! Arden out!

Fandom Clinic, Monday 9/8

Sep. 8th, 2025 02:53 pm
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Stark didn't remember getting that much glitter on himself on Saturday but it still seemed to be on everything he owned.

The coffees he brought in with him as usual were, thankfully, not glittery.

The crab though? He was glittery. As was his tank and nearly everything inside it.

"He didn't even go outside Saturday," one nurse said. "And none of us took his tank anywhere."

"Maybe there was weather in here?" Stark suggested. "Or just in his tank?"

Stranger things had happened, even in the last week!

The clinic was open, the crab was excessively glittery, and the alien was in.

The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

Sep. 8th, 2025 01:13 pm
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Eric had slept through the beautiful day, but Tiny hadn't and so Tiny was in a great mood. He was mixing up apple-themed drinks, and Eric gave them a long, appraising look before declaring, "I'll allow it."

The Devil's Nest was open and cautiously embracing autumn.
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Well, the good news was that the Troopers weren't licking each other today and no one was complaining about snow monsters or alligators spitting out chompy goldfish. The bad news was it was beautiful outside and Steve, after several hours post-swimming class of sitting and staring out the window, finally stood up and made the Troopers go on a run with him.

So he was back on his fitness bullshit. Sorry, Troopers.

The station was open once the run was over!
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"It's beautiful outside," Anakin said from his spot in the park where he'd definitely if handwavily told his class to meet, "and the water in the pond is still warm, so we'll be swimming there today."

Sorry, Lydia, there were definitely fish in here, and probably also flamingo poop.

Steve nodded, pulling his shirt off to step into the pond. "This body of water isn't large enough to have any nasty currents to worry about, so today is just about getting acclimated to water that isn't chlorinated and contained by concrete. It's clean, fresh water, but the feel under your feet isn't quite as steady. Walk in as far as you're comfortable, then sink down so you can blow bubbles. We'll go from there."

Pizza Planet, Monday

Sep. 8th, 2025 09:24 am
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Today at Pizza Planet, they were still trying to clean the glitter out of things, and it felt...quiet.

Too quiet.

"Maybe it's finally tired of throwin' stuff at us," Raiden suggested optimistically, and then peeked out the front windows again to see if Jell-o dragons were roaming the streets or something.

Specials
Loaded Baked Potato Pizza
Roasted Butternut Squash Pizza with Caramelized Onions & Rosemary
Old Bay Brussels Sprouts Pizza with Cheddar, Cream, & Sriracha


Pizza Planet is open! And...working on being glitter-free.

Cryptozoology, Monday period 2

Sep. 8th, 2025 10:17 am
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Jon stood at the front of the class and fiddled with his laptop until picture was projected on the whiteboard.

"Mothman." He sighed. "Place of origin: Point Pleasant, West Virginia." He brought up a map. "About 550 kilometers west of here. Er...about 350 miles, for those of you from the States. Or about three-hundred eight thousand Mothmen, for those of you who will do anything to avoid the metric system."

He cleared his throat. "In November of 1966, a couple from the area told police they had seen a large black creature with glowing red eyes by the side of the road. Another woman said she had seen a 'slender, muscular man' around seven feet tall with white wings and hypnotic eyes. The witnesses sped away in both cases, reporting that it flew after their car screeching.

"Rather than conclude they had disturbed an owl with a deceptive shadow, they naturally decided it was some huge moth man. Local newspapers reported it, after which other encounters naturally ensued. Two firemen actually did report it as a large bird with red eyes, and the sheriff believed all of this was due to a large heron. A local biologist told reporters the sightings fit a sandhill crane, and that such a bird might have wandered out of its standard migratory route. You might think this would make people more sensible about it, but you would unfortunately be incorrect."

Jon would be doing a lot of sighing in this class, but honestly, people!

"Newspapers christened it Mothman, one word, capitalized. One man blamed his television's buzzing and his dog's disappearance on Mothman. When a bridge in the area collapsed the following year killing forty-six people, it was blamed on Mothman and sightings were conveniently remembered after the fact."

He shook his head. "After that, the sightings died down, though more recently the town embraced the creature, using it as a point of pride and tourism. They hold a festival yearly." He gestured at the image on the board. "They even built a statue to it. People have conjectured it could be an alien or supernatural being, or a previously unknown species.

"So - crane, owl, alien, supernatural, or unknown species? Discuss."

Please be rational about it.
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The Danger Shop was once again looking like the cockpit of a jet, except there'd been an extra two seats crammed behind the pilot and co-pilot, because she could, that's why.

"Welcome back," Jaina greeted them. "Last week you got to get familiar with the controls a little. This morning you're going to put it into practice. You're going to take off, fly for a bit, and then land. I'll demonstrate, and then I'll be here if you need help, but otherwise it'll be all you and your co-pilot. We can rotate around so you'll all get your turn at both."

And after a quick demonstration, she asked, "All right, who wants to do what first?"

Needful Things; Monday Afternoon

Sep. 8th, 2025 07:59 am
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So the previous week had been distracting. Kinda really distracting, actually, more than enough so that all thoughts of doing things like getting the store officially open again had flitted right out of Harley's little head.

But Monday morning had rolled around, and immediately upon taking her first step out the door to take Bruce out for walkies, Harley had noticed how nice it was out. And it had felt to her as if something had shifted. Or maybe that was just her brain.

Either way:

"Ooh fucking fantastic!"

Waitaminute.

"Fuck, shit, motherfucker - we're back!!"

So the energy of the day was excitement. Which, sure, Harley had also managed to feel a bunch of over the week, especially the day with all the glitter (and there was so much glitter still everywhere) but still. When she we assume returned from swim class, she left the store door wide open, and plastered a new hastily made sign in the window:

WE ARE RE-OPEN !!!

(open! for real, this time!)

The Magpie Emporium, Monday [08/09]

Sep. 8th, 2025 07:35 pm
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The good thing about the nice weather was that it made cleaning up the store after all of the previous week a much more pleasant affair. And boy did the store need it, between the glitter and the pumpkin guts, and several new dents in Little Bot's Sourcebook of Doom, it had certainly been a week.

Saffron even condescended to sitting on the step (which was as close to Outside as Saffron cared to get, Snuggle Human) while Vi combed those last bits of glitter out of her fur.

Meme: Matchmaking

Sep. 8th, 2025 05:44 am
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I woke up too early with a headache I've had for two days now and work is going to be stupid because work is always stupid. We haven't done this since June of last year of last year so let's go.

Imagine that suddenly, everyone on the island is struck with relationship-amnesia. Trysts, exes, boyfriends, girlfriends, gone!

Post your character's name here and people can reply, whether anonymous or in-character with their dabbling in the Cupidly arts. Do you know what Cupid really, really loves? When you give reasons as to the match-up.


You can comment with your face on or anonymously if you want, and reasons can be anything. Maybe they have chemistry already, maybe it'd just be hot. Though they'd probably all be hot, it's a ridiculously pretty place.

Fandom Radio- Monday, September 8

Sep. 8th, 2025 05:32 am
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Good morning, everyone. The squirrels came back so I'm guessing I was right and this is a thing that's happening. I am a little annoyed I got dragged to the radio station for three notes though so maybe next time let's just do this at my house?

Anyway. Rey made it to work despite the glitter and zombie bunnies and the everything of this last week, and Bucky went for a patrol of the island, where Riri got to rightfully complain about how weird it's been, while also getting to see one of those old memory things that's been happening, of Bucky. Im sure that wasn't awkward for anyone.

And that's all that I have. It seems to be normal enough today, but I don't trust it. Enjoy it until something happens.

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