I&#39;m good at shooting people, cracking wise, and pretending to know how to fight.

Good morning, everyone, it's Steve Rogers with the news of yesterday.

In workshops, Illyana got bingo in Liliana's Song of Dominia class today--is that a congratulations thing?--Constatine let his class have a day to procoess any grief that had come up from our weekend visitors, and Stark borrowed Cara's favorite heist movie to show.

And in town, Steven was late for work but not late for lunch. And that's everything! Hopefully this weekend is much less stressful than last's.

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Harley was hanging colorful garlands across the front of her store, criss-crossing the windows and the top of the entrance. You mighta thought it was for Pride - and if anyone reminded Harley 'twas the season, she might claim it was - but nah.

She'd just had the impulse, and she was Harley. So the impulse had quickly turned into action.

Bruce was watching the proceedings impassively from where he was laying down in front of one of the windows. This did not concern him.

(open)

thatwaslucky posting in

After last weekend, which she was having a lot of feelings about and not dealing with, Rey www is walking the course and looking for ways to punch it up some. That was a dangerous thing when you were dealing with Anakin, but maybe it was needed.

And maybe it said something that the things she was coming up with were "this thing shoots projectiles now" or "I don't know, fire?"

[Open!]

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There were figures and paints ready for the class this week. But there was also a movie set up. Or a series of videos. One of those things. This one had been chosen by Cara and Jane was fully trusting it was related to the class. Jane needed to learn better, honestly.

Cara needed to learn better, instead of just assuming the word 'attack' meant it'd be vaguely violent.

"Today will be a nice, easy day with the movie playing. Feel free to paint along?" Jane was asking more than telling. Painting was happening, right?

"Right, keep doing that." It was entirely possible that the entire classroom would somehow end up paper-mached through absolutely no fault of Cara or Jane's.

spin_kick_snap

Kathy had given her two weeks at the bar, told her landlord she wouldn't be renewing her lease in July, and hired a service to pack up her place. Knowing herself and how much she'd fret over the movers (or try to do their work for them), Kathy had decided to do something she hadn't done in three years: take a vacation. Not just take a few days off and chill in her apartment, but an actual vacation, somewhere new that carried no memories. Somewhere she could make memories.

( She'd never taken a solo vacation before )

Maybe Kathy would play a few games of volleyball and then go back to her room. Maybe she'd continue to flirt with Ethan and see where the night led. Maybe he'd turn out to be a total creeper and she'd end up having to knee him one and tell him to fuck off. Who knew? But the important thing?

She was going to get to find out. No more small. No more boring.

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Stark was still deep in his feelings about the weekend. Movie and snacks would be a good distraction! He hoped.

“I hope everyone is all right after the weekend,” he said. “I’m not certain if you had visitors or not but…if you did, I can listen if you want to talk. But for right now we’re not going to talk. Right now we’re going to watch a movie and eat some snacks. This movie is very popular on this island. It’s a heist movie and it’s fun. I think you’ll like it. You may even be familiar with it.”

Yes. Of course it was that movie.

“There’s a heist, there’s sparkly jewelry, there’s crimes, there’s lovely outfits on beautiful people…something for everyone. And snacks, of course. Popcorn, always. And there’s a diner scene in the movie where they eat at a diner and so I have some pierogies and latkes similar to that.” Because a potato never hurt him and potatoes were delicious.

“So, let’s watch.”

talentforlying posting in

Class had been told to meet in the Danger Shop again, where they'd find Constantine leaning against a wall, waiting.

"Well, some of you had a right weird weekend," John said as everyone arrived. "And some others of you are probably feeling A Way that you did not get the weird weekend."

"So we're going to put Depression off until next week." He clicked the remote, and rooms appeared before them, doors labeled things like 'angel rage room' or 'singing bowl sound meditation.'

"Pick your poison. Or leave. You need something in particular, you ask, yeah? But today, any grief you have is your own."

wrongkindofsith posting in

Once again, there was only one thing happening yesterday and that things was Shenanigans. In this case, some kind of slip and slide soccer.

*outraged chittering*

If you wanted me to call it that, then maybe that's what you should've written in the notes you gave me. In any case the voluntolds got given their uniforms, which Rey and Flint weren't to worried about until they saw the other team had the same colour. Has anyone asked if Anakin is okay?

Then they played slippery, slippery soccer, and again, I'm not the one who wrote these notes, Leroy, which mainly involved trying not to fall over.

deathsmajesty posting in

Wooooow did Liliana not want to talk about anything Dominaria-related today. But with five more rifts and only three more classes, what she wanted unfortunately had to take a back seat.

( With apologies to Kitty Pryde )

"Urza was furious, as his plans for Zhalfir literally vanished before his eyes. Nor was Teferi done. He then traveled to Shiv, where Jhoira, his old friend and first love, had stayed for centuries, working on a project for Urza. Teferi turned the project over, and then removed the rest of Shiv from the time stream to save them from the horrendous attacks of the Phyrexians and depriving Urza of yet more resources and allies in the war. And, of course, creating yet more rifts. The Phasing of Zhalfir wrenched open the rift over Jamuraa that had been primed when he'd accidentally phased out the Chaza Isles. Phasing Shiv gouged a hole deep in the surface of Jamuraa and opened yet another rift there. Three hundred years later, during the Great Mending, Shiv was returned to Dominaria. Zhalfir remains phased out, its people lost."

rebelseekspizza

They got to Limbo City sometime in the afternoon the next day. There’d been no more demonic interruptions, no creepy motels or evil executives. Just a train and then a road, and the doors of Devil May Cry which remained the sturdiest, least collapsible parts of the structure. (Thanks, Verg, for the wake-up call on that one.)

“So you can crash here until we’re sure nothing fucked-up is going on at the orphanage that got all these demons on your tail,” Dante said. “And we’ve sniffed out whoever the fuck sold you out to that rich asshole who used you as a shield.”

The little ten-year-old menace had been grateful yesterday. She looked less so now, wrinkling her nose as she kicked aside a couple of empty pizza boxes. “You still live like a slob,” she said. “How? I didn’t know anyone could make this much of a mess!”

Dante rolled his eyes as he padded to the couch, dropping his weary ass down on the ravaged old cushions. “I mean, you can also go back to the orphanage if you want…”

( We'll have to work on it. )

[[ nfb, can be open if there's anyone out there with a reason to contact him ]]

Current Music: 'Closing Time', Semisonic

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Steven raced into the Museum. He hadn't meant to be late. But Raphael had been curled up on his lap while Steven had been eating breakfast. Everyone knew you couldn't move a cat when it was comfortable. That was practically against the law.

Luckily Steven wasn't too late. Only a few minutes.

He gave his apologies to Blathers all the same, then settled down to work.

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rebelseekspizza

There was something off about the receptionist at the hotel. It wasn’t the oddly-sized teeth or the way his eyes always seemed to roll just in the wrong direction. He just… seemed too eager. Pushy. Dante could sense a hint of something malevolent about him.

Just couldn’t put his finger on it.

“We’ll have whatever room you have left,” Dante said. He could’ve kept walking, himself, but Patty was clearly on her last legs. Creep or no creep, she needed somewhere to sleep. “I don’t care if it gets sun or not, we’ll be gone first thing.”

“One adult and one child,” the receptionist droned, flipping a keycard onto the desk.

( Hey now, she's a young lady. )

[[ and finishing up Devil May Cry (2007) episode 1. follows this, nfb and nfi. ]]

stykera posting in

Wednesday again. I hope everyone is…fine.

*chittering*

Yes. I’m fine. Let’s talk about the school. In Book Club there were books on…sexy ghosts. Right. Of course. That’s…fine. And in Coping With The Non-Modern World discussed phones. They are useful.

*chittering*

Oh, shut up Leroy.

Nothing from the dorms for yesterday. Sorry again, Porg.

And only one note from the town where Lucifer was playing piano at The Devil’s Nest.

sith_happened posting in

The park had a new addition to it in honor of the World Cup and/or provide distraction from missing your dead loved ones!

World Cup matches weren't generally played on what was a field-sized Slip-and-Slide with just enough moisture to make everyone fall straight onto their butts either...

"Today we play soccer-football!" Anakin announced grandly through his megaphone. "Listen for your names!"

Team Coca Cola
Rey
Hannibal
Stark
Flint
Keeper: Erasmus

Team Muscles
Jon
Lydia
Steve M
Steve R
Keeper: Sairis

afraid_of_marshmallows posting in

Hey there Fandom. What's up, it's ya girl, Arden Finch, and, for once, I don't think that I'm missing notes, I think yesterday was just a really low-key day as most of the island dealt with...yeah. The weekend seemed like it was a whole lot for most people.

*chittering*

No, I didn't have any guests.

*more chittering*

I don't know, probably because of shut up and mind your own business, how about that? So yeah, School had it's usual classes, with Try Not To Die heading off to Straya - Straya? - for the class, where there were many sheep. This feels like I just read a Mad Lib. Various Beach Things had us build sandcastles, which was very soothing. And Let's Eat went to a West African-inspired restaurant in London. Are y'all going to an actual West African restaurant next week to compare? I think that'd be interesting.

Ilya was at J,GOB yesterday, getting a cupcake for his birthday. Happy belated birthday, Ilya! Everyone, if you see Ilya today, wish him a belated one, okay?

And lastly, at the Clinic, Professor James was subdued but keeping busy.

Yeah, so that's pretty much it yesterday for folks. This is ya girl, Arden Finch, signing off, and leaving you with the song See You Again by Wiz Kkalifa, ft. Charlie Puth.

tellmehowstuffworks posting in

"Let's talk about phones," Yennefer declared, holding up hers. "Your phone is your lifeline. Your phone is how you can call Portalocity to get you out of the hellhole you occupy, whether that be temporarily to restock on chocolate or more permanently because you have come to your senses. Your phone also has a very finite battery and is prone to being damaged by being dropped from a normal height. What is one to do? Firstly, I would advise investing in a military-grade case. It doesn't matter that it's ugly and only comes in black, it matters that it will make your phone survive being thrown through a wall into a swimming pool. Second, turn the phone off when not in use. Only power it on when needed, or perhaps once a week or every few days if you're in regular contact with someone else with a transdimensional working phone. Third, if electricity hasn't been invented in your world, invest in a good solar charger and guard it closely. Are there any questions?"

my_own_advocate posting in

It was a quiet night at the Devil's Nest. Well, to an extent. The Devil himself was at the piano, playing.

But his focus tonight was on the classical, and not the most dramatic, either. Debussy flowed across the dance floor, only occasionally interrupted by the clinking of his glass.

Sometimes you just had a mood and followed it.

[[ open ]]

rebelseekspizza

There were clubs in Limbo City that hadn’t been safe to go to back when Dante was younger. Before Mundus’s death, before he got himself so emotionally intertwined with a couple of people that he didn’t want to go out anymore.

They were safer these days. Sure, like so much in his life, they weren’t quite right, but they were close enough. A couple nights there and Dante could tell himself he fit back in his skin, that the weekend hadn’t mattered. That he was doing just fine.

Not that he got to enjoy it for long.

( Why is there a little kid in my house? )

[[ heavily adapted from Devil May Cry (2007) episode 1. establishy. ]]

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