sharp_man | Dinner Guests

While everyone back in Fandom was getting yet another bout of cold weather, the folks in Athens were enjoying a beautiful first full day of vacation!

We start the morning with breakfast on the beach of Aegina, then exploring the Temple of Aphaia, a stunning artifact dating back to 500BC, before we set sail to our next stop: Ermioni. We'll back in the downwind breeze and indulge in refreshing swims with a relaxing lunch stop at that tiny unnamed island in the center of the map. In the afternoon, we'll explore the charming Ermioni town by the port and find a cool beach with clear blue waters. Jump in for a swim or chill under the shady trees. As the sun sets, we'll gather for an awesome evening with cocktails and dancing. Opa!

Watts and Steven had arrived at their hotel, unpacked, and then promptly headed out with a basket of cold drinks and snacks to spend some time on the beach. Which was literally right outside their door.

"Oh, this is perfect," Watts said with a contented sigh as he took in the view.

Thanks to the magic of portals, we arrive in Greece in the morning, giving us that time to explore Athens before we set sail after lunch. Head to the Acropolis, a hilltop citadel with ancient buildings and a Greece must-see, or get lost in the cobbled streets before heading to the marina. We set sail from our marina in the afternoon, heading to the ancient village of Aegina. Get to know your NPC crew as you spend the afternoon paddleboarding and swimming in crystal-clear water. In the evening, indulge in a Greek feast and drinks while bonding with your fellow sailors.

Gregorith didn't have a lot of experience with the rain. Such weather tended to be only found in specific people's paradises, or Cthulhu's realm. He supposed he might enjoy it more if it wasn't also chilly.

And if he hadn't stepped in a puddle, and realized he should have worn his boots after all.

He was a bit late for work because he'd opted to dash back home to change his socks.

But when all was said and done he was here, and relatively content. Which he suspected was the best a lot of mortals could hope for.

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It's Sunday already? Wait... no it's Saturday. Why am I here? You know what, it's not important. Let's get this done and hope Lydia doesn't show up and realize she came all this way for nothing.

Ahem.

At the school we had Thor teaching about swords in Combat 101. Stark went with Greek style cupcakes in Cupcakes of the World. I'm guessing honey and pistachios were involved. And Steve and I taught about the struggles of getting a dog to take their medication in Overcoming Obstacles.

In town, Watts was dealing with everyone going into vacation mode at the Trooper Station. Steven was also there for lunch and to discuss their cat trying to get at food in their home.

And that's all we have. Hopefully everyone is prepared for vacation now. I should go finish packing... Have a good one!

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"So, traveling with dogs is a whole thing," Steve said, "but it's necessary when your dogsitter tells you no."

"And, for their safety, its best they take medicine to sleep through the process," Tony added. "Stress and all."

All three dogs sat, waiting. Impatiently. There was peanut butter and cheese in their futures, they just knew it.

Steve grinned down at them. "Now they pay attention."

"The pills we're giving you aren't real, but they don't know that," Tony said. "So, we need you to successfully trick them to swallow one. Good luck."

“Next week, in a few days really,” Stark said, “we’ll be on the trip. Going to Greece. That’s here, on the map.” He pointed. “And the water next to it, of course. Because boats.”

“So this week, today, I thought we would try some Greek cupcakes. To get an idea of what foods there might be available. Though this particular cake is usually for New Years. It’s called Vasilopita, and I found a recipe that makes what would normally be a cake into cupcakes. The cake usually has a coin in it. No money in the cupcakes.”

That would be weird.

“So! Are you all going on the trip? Have any of you been to Greece before? Or on boats like these? I haven’t been on this type of boat that I remember. I wonder what the food will be like…but, we’re here for cupcakes. So I have ones you can all try, of course. And you can all try to make some as well. Let me know if you need help. Want help.”

Another quiet day, as it seemed everyone was in 'vacation mode' already, from the raccoons right down to the Troopers themselves.

That none of the latter group were actually going on vacation was not the point, of course.

"Today," Thor proclaimed, "you will familiarize yourselves with swords. Now, I do not expect you to become masters of the blade within the confines of one semester, even if the entire semester was dedicated to the art, which it will not be." Swords were boring. Hammers were where it was at. "But the sword is a highly individualized weapon. What works for one person will not for another. So today you will experiment." Thor gestured to a rack of various ~~handwavey~~ swords. "Here we have an assortment of blades. Long, short, one-handers, two-handers. Some are meant for stabbing, others for slashing. Try them. Take your frustrations out on the practice dummies. We will discuss proper grip and form once you know which blade you will be using."

Even though Caleb had been aware of the upcoming trip, despite him pondering the oddness of if, it somehow didn't really sink in until the wee hours this morning.

He'd woken up with a bout of anxiety that he didn't know quite how to deal with because it had nothing to do with his aversion to looking out a window at night, or wondering if the night sounds were the normal spooky sounds or just slightly different.

This was the anxiety of someone who'd never even dreamed of leaving the country. Only occasionally thought about leaving the mountains, and that was usually because Grace loved to talk about them moving to a seaside town. (He'd have done it in a second for her but he never really believed it)

Leaving Appalachia had been scary. Being in a city had been thrilling. Fandom was a nice bizarre middle ground, being a small town. But this? He started thinking about excuses not to go. Then he remembered a bit of advice Melvin Blevins had imparted to him.

"Never make any decisions in th' wee hours young feller. When yer scared o' th' future or what that twinge in yer side means, them's the hours yer mind plays tricks. Ah hope yuh never learn th' hard way. Like I did."

He didn't get back to sleep, but a bit of hot cocoa in the kitchen was helping him think of all the reasons to go.

[Open for any night owls]

Current Mood: anxious

Good morning! It's Steve Rogers with all the news of yesterday.

In classes, Liliana finally got to talk about mana pairs and she was excited. Cara and Jane's class learned about beach blanket bingo, which sounds very wholesome, Don continues to hold out on us with prime Loki gossip, and Belle was researching non-Norse gods in the library.

In town, Thor was offering pre-vacation cocktails at the Devil's Nest, the Supper Club got an early start on Greek cuisine, and Duke is no longer an otter.

See you all at the Poralocity station on Sunday!

Belle was reading up on Greece.

Which, today, meant reading about Greek mythology. Except she kept getting distracted by other mythologies. Like, say, Norse. She was trying to resist researching the whole horse thing. So far she'd been successful. So far.

The gremlins were mysteriously absent today though they'd left behind evidence of what appeared to have been a feast either this morning or last night. They hadn't even shared. So rude.

The whole Duke-as-an-otter thing had been cute, and then annoying-slash-concerning, and then singing day had happened and now Lucifer was just over it all.

Which would explain why, by the time even the faintest hint of dusk hit the air, he was already on the deck of the Rouge with a bottle of red wine and a distinctly grumpy expression. He glared at the horizon, and then at his wine, and then drank some more.

All right, he did, at times, spare a glance for the door. The last thing they needed tonight was for the otter to escape again.

[[ for thems who live here ]]

Lydia would not be participating in the school's upcoming trip. That sounded like entirely too much of boats for her nerves, thank you very much. Still, she could enjoy the food of Greece, and help everyone else get into the spirit, she had decided, and thus had selected a Greek restaurant in Baltimore for tonight's supper club. She hoped everyone wouldn't get too sick of delicious pita and such by the end of next week.

Welcome to Supper Club, everyone!

Thor was already half on vacation, which was why he was not asking questions about whatever Tiny was up to at the other end of the bar.

He was, however, threatening him with the seltzer gun every time it looked like he might break out into song. That whole nonsense was over. There was no need to go around singing of one's own free will.

Special
Rainbow Martini

The Devil's Nest is open!

"This week is also not the week you get to learn about why Loki's kids are like that," Don told his class, apologetic, "because we're covering something a bit more basic first. You'll have to remain in suspense for another...two weeks, actually. Today we're going to talk about the world. Or, more accurately, the worlds. Nine of them, hanging on a tree.

"The Norse believed that at the heart of the universe there was a massive ash tree, Yggdrasil. Creatures lived within the tree itself--a squirrel, a hawk, several stags, a dragon...you know, your usual forest creatures that you might find living in a tree." Note sarcasm. "Amongst the branches of Yggdrasil are nine worlds: Asgard, the realm of the Aesir; Vanaheim, the realm of the Vanir; Alfheim and Svartalfheim, the realms of the light and dark elves; Jotunheim and Muspelheim, the realms of the frost and fire giants; Nidavellir, the realm of the dwarves; and Niflheim, the primordial realm of ice and water. Sometimes instead of Niflheim, Hel is one of the worlds on the tree, depending on who you ask. And, of course, Midgard, the realm of men, the one we are standing in. Sort of. I don't really know how interdimensional nexus points work. In theory, one can access the other worlds by traveling out of their world and along the tree, but that way is roundabout, so most entities that can traverse worlds do so by other means, such as the rainbow bridge known as the Bifrost, which allows the Aesir to travel between Asgard and Midgard.

"So," Don said. "What do you think? Is the universe a tree? If you don't buy into it, what might have made the Norse conceptualize the world this way? Why do both a squirrel and a dragon live in the tree? Discuss."

The classroom had beach blankets set up for the movie this week. Because of course it did. What was Fandom without the whimsy?

"So, despite the weather here, we decided to go with a summer movie this time," Jane said.

"To get you in the mood for break," Cara added. "Since it will apparently be warmer there."

"Its not about Greece, sadly." That would have been helpful. "Instead we have... beach blanket bingo?"

'We're relatively sure it's suitable to watch." For certain definitions of suitable.

No, nothing happened to me on Tuesday.

*chittering*

Nothing at all.

Up at the School, the Long Con was about watching your watches, Creative Writing wanted to know people's Spring Break plans, and Glitter! made cupcakes. Arden had safety snacks in the Library, which she possibly shared with Caleb and Gray

The Dorms continued to be quiet, while in Town, Gray wouldn't start at Over Easy until he was sure there'd be no singing, while Adrian was 'grumpy' at Pick Your Poison, at least until Rey showed up and he was mysteriously not so grumpy.

Finally! As much as Liliana adored talking about mana philosophies, she was also quite excited to finally get to move into teaching new material: mana pairs. Today, when class entered the Danger Shop, they'd find themselves high up on a rooftop in a bustling city. No, not Ravnica (but great guess!), Insomnia. Rather than pillows and cushions, there were scattered tables and chairs set up under a string of the so-called 'fairy lights' (they had nothing to do with faeries at all, Liliana had checked), though the omnipresent whiteboard was, once again, omnipresent. Drawn on it were five different symbols in a circle: a sun, a droplet, a skull, a flame, and a tree.

( Wealth is power--and you can ABSOLUTELY take it with you--Orzhov Syndicate )

The corner of her lips curled a bit. "But before you decide that black and white mana is bad guys all the way down, there are a number of positive qualities that go along with this pairing. The first is unwavering discipline, the result of black's determination to succeed and white's absolute dedication to a cause. Relating to the shared patience I mentioned earlier, black and white demonstrate excellent stewardship, with a focus on long-term planning and incremental gain. Sure, strip mining an area bare of all its resources makes for fast profit, but that profit will eventually come to an end. Better to take care and ensure that your profit lasts forever. This relates to their shared concept of orderly self-interest. While black and white philosophy cares primarily - if not solely - for their in-group, they are aware that a rigid, organized, orderly system benefits everyone. The tide raises all boats, after all. And, of course, loyalty and devotion have already been mentioned, but deserve to be acknowledged again."

"Right then, we're going to skip back in time a bit, and start near the beginning. William Thompson was an American criminal and con artist whose deceptions caused the term 'confidence man' to be coined," John stated abruptly, once the bell rang. "So all of you aspiring con-artists can thank him for giving you a job title."

"Operating in New York City in the late 1840s, a genteely-dressed Thompson would approach an upper-class mark, pretending they knew each other, and begin a brief conversation. After initially gaining the mark's trust, Thompson would ask 'Have you confidence in me to trust me with your watch until tomorrow?' Upon taking the watch -- or, occasionally, money -- Thompson would depart, never returning the watch. This is because rich people are idiots, and it would have been considered 'rude' to refuse someone of their own social standing, and potentially caused a minor scandal if got out that they were scrooges."

"Thompson was arrested and brought to trial in 1849, in a case that made newspaper headlines across the country. The New York Herald, recalling his explicit appeals to the victim's "confidence," dubbed him the "confidence man." Per the Oxford English Dictionary, the first known use of the term was printed in The New Orleans Picayune. For those of you of the academic bent, the Thompson case was a major inspiration and source for Herman Melville's 1857 novel The Confidence-Man."

"So here's your assignment for today: grab a classmate or two and figure out what small-talk you need to make to get them to trust you. Think about what non-verbal cues you are looking for in people that let you steer the conversation, and give you the advantage you need to gain someone's confidence."

The class was in the Home Ec room today, where there were plenty of supplies on each station, plus glitter. So much edible glitter.

Don't be shocked, now.

"We're going pretty easy today," Kitty began. "We're making cupcakes. I've got a lot of different mixes and all the supplies, and the only rule is you need to use glitter. I don't care if it's in the batter, the frosting, or both. Just be creative and make them pretty. Or a monstrosity. Both are good."

It’s safe to talk again, in case any of you weren’t sure. No more singing. As far as I know.

*chittering*

I did not sing to anyone!

*chittering*

What do you mean you recorded it?

*the opening notes of Dude (I Totally Miss You) play before some scuffling sounds*

Right. Moving on. Notes from the school! Feeding Yourself 101 was canceled due to singing. Ethics discussed whether or not it was ethical to record someone singing. How coincidental, squirrels…

Nothing from the dorms, sorry Porg.

And now, the town. Pam was singing a bit at Pick Your Poison before Harley arrived. Caleb was at the Boardwalk. He sang as well. Jack seemed annoyed by having to sing at the Perk and later in the day he went to Caritas where Kitty had also been singing and they discussed the singing and caught up.

Lucifer was also dealing with singing at the Devil’s Nest, though trying not to. Gregorith arrived and he and Lucifer sang at each other though neither seemed to enjoy it. Octavia and Lucifer were also unhappy with the singing situation. At least it seems to be over.

And finally, Sairis was at the Infinite Consortium. Also singing. And threatening the chair but not threatening the chair musically.

Hopefully today is quieter for everyone. Less musical.

Gray arrived at Over Easy today on high alert.

"Is it safe?" Was anyone singing?

The dishwasher was humming a Bad Bunny song, did that count?

"People can't sing anyway when their mouths are full of waffles," Gray decided. They'd risk opening.

Will It Waffle? Wednesday Special
Cinnabon Waffles

Over Easy is open!

"Spring break's coming up," Isabela announced to the class, in the tone of someone who had been on a great many of them. "Which is proving inspiring."

"So it's a thing in many places to make kids write essays about what they did on their school vacations," Aphra said. "We're going to flip that around and make you write a story about what you're going to do on yours."

"Remember the name of the class," Isabela said. "No reasonable expectations needed."

Mark Adrian as another person who was quite glad to have hermitted away in his Grove yesterday. He'd thrown himself into prepping for the last of winter and the beginning of spring, including cutting a truly outrageous amount of firewood.

While singing. A lot of singing.

Today, his throat hurt and so did his arms and back, and Boston had, at various times, referred to his mood at 'grumpy,' 'brooding,' and once, even 'sulking.' Which, no he wasn't. He was just sore.

And also shut up.

Immediately after radio yesterday, Arden had vanished to her room and hid, refusing to talk to anyone (and, yes, spending plenty of time singing to herself). Today, she had ventured out to the library, replete with snacks and drinks just in case it seemed like it was starting up again and she needed to quickly cram her mouth full.

Overkill? Possibly. Worth it?

Definitely.

Sairis had no idea what all the singing was about today, or why the hell he was singing things he didn't even know, but whatever was going on, it didn't seem to be malicious.

It was just really annoying. Especially since singing about "whistling while you work" didn't do much good when you were terrible at whistling a tune.

He scowled at the chair. "Don't judge me, or I'll reupholster you. You'd look good in plain brown leather."

But the shop was open, even if it was musical today.

There was a sign on the door to the Home Ec room today:

CLASS CANCELED
No one wants to hear me sing!

You could learn about soup...well, no, not next week. Week after next.

Kitty would have thought she'd have escaped the weirdness today, until she got to work and started setting up for the day.

"Closing time, one last call for alcohol
So, finish your whiskey or beer
Closing time, you don't have to go home
But you can't stay here

She got through the whole song and immediately stopped what she was doing. Maybe she didn't want to be at work today? Just maybe?

[open anyway!]

Anakin arrived in class looking a little hunted--a day devoted to singing when one's wife was not, say, musically gifted, was a bit of a trial before enough coffee was ingested. (And Rory's song about coffee had long and included inexplicable choreography.) "Hello," he said, choosing his words carefully.

Ahoksa had mostly been dealing with melancholy introspective pieces so far. "Sometimes, if you're unsure of a course of action, it pays to look outside of yourself."

"Today in particular let's you hear what mood you are sending into the universe," Anakin agreed.

"For example, if your actions are resulting in an ominous leitmotif." Some kind of military march with kettle-bells, maybe. "Then possibly it's not such a great idea."

Some people were just iconic, okay?

"And if you combine singing with some manner of horrifying romantic overture," Anakin added, "try to keep the object of you affection in mind. They might not be prepared for a huge declaration in, say, the middle of the road today."

"A huge, awkward declaration." Because when all was said and done, they were both space monks.

"So our ethical question is, should you bear witness to someone singing, should you record it or pretend like it didn't happen? Does it depend on the song?" Anakin asked.

"Do you respect their privacy and dignity?" There was a noticeably aghast silence from the bush that had totally always been in the corner of the room at the very idea. "Does your answer change if you like the person? If you don't like them?"

"You may push me around
But you cannot win
You may throw me down
But I'll rise again
The more you say
The more I defy you
So get out of my face!"

The door slammed shut behind him.

The baristas - and what few customers were in this time of day - looked up at him, blinking.

Jack slowly lowered his arms and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "What are you looking at?" he said defensively. "Have you never been through singing day before? Congratulations!"

Everyone turned back to their beverages.

"You'd think at least now the place would let me sing my own karking songs," he grumbled, and walked up to the counter. "Woo! Yeah!"

Of all the days for this to hit, it would just have to be when he finally had a moment to stop by again, huh?

[[ open for both your Atton and Atton-free perk needs ]]

This would probably wind up being one of Caleb's "thinkin' Places". The view out at the bay with a bit of the preserve was pretty, there were benches, and if he was really broody, he could lean against the railing dramatically. And today he was definitely extra broody.

He'd been somewhat marathoning some movies he'd checked out from the library. Mostly Disney animated features but on impulse he'd also checked out an epic about the Titanic. All his other thoughts about the film aside, there was one line in particular that affected him.

“I don't even have a picture of him.”

He was going to need to journal about this but first he wanted to ruminate on the memories and feelings that had stirred up. He hadn't heard Arden's broadcast yet so it was a bit of a surprise when music started playing out of nowhere.

( And he started to sing: )

Huh.

"Dunno where y'are Grace but I hope you're livin' th' way you dreamed. You'd have loved this place I reckon."

[The post she is open]

Current Mood: lonely
Current Music: CJ Starnes-Hummingbirds

There were many Fandom events that just sort of passed Lucifer by. Sometimes because they couldn't touch their celestial nature. Sometimes because-- well, when you already spoke the truth and you were already prone to bursting out into song, did you really notice when the island made you slightly more prone to do so?

He hadn't been.

Until Father's little musical meltdown a few years ago.

"And I w-- No," he snapped, irritably. "No, no, no. No more musical-- no more, no more sweet music-- I swear to Me, Dad, if this is you again--"

Tiny, meanwhile, was behind the bar, doing a very faithful rendition of 'Cups' as he cleaned the. Well. Cups.

[[ open ]]

There was a song stuck in Pam's head. It hadn't been there when she left Gotham in the morning, but it had popped into her mind the moment she spotted the flowering plant sitting on a shelf by the bath products, and--

"So I'll continue to continue... to pretend, my life-- will never end..."

Ugh. What was that. Simon and Garfunkel? Oh well. She moved the plant on the shelf, to make sure it got more sunlight, and--

And flowers never bend with the rainfall..."

Oh well. She wasn't really a music person, but she supposed Harley must have been in some kind of mood that morning. Maybe she just hadn't noticed the radio?

[[ open ]]

Hey there Fandom, what up, it's ya girl Arden Finch here giving you all the information that you could want about yesterdays shenanigans. Now then, let's grab these these notes and buckle your seatbelts because--

All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio blah, blah
Radio, what's new?
Radio, someone still loves you

Oh. Oh [BLEEP]. Okay, island, we're interrupting your regular news to bring you this important news bulletin: Today is a singing day. I repeat, today is a singing day. Be very careful about who you see and talk to today because goddess only knows what you'll end up singing about.

Ooooooooooookaaaaaaaay, let's see how fast we can make this. We start with Schoooooooooool's out for summer! No it isn't! It's still winter! Augh! Anyway, we had Squirrel! meet at the Atlas gym and did some working out to help us focus. *long pause* Okay, didn't bust into a song about fitness or anything, cool. Then there was Beginning Gourmet Cooking-- *long pause* --where we learned about chocolate by going to the Swiss home of milk chocolate and holy [b][BLEEP] if that wasn't the best class ever.

*long pause* Okaaaaaay? Cool, no singing, let's move on to--

No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's
Dirty looks...

Are the squirrels somehow in charge of this? Are they? Because this feels, like, hella targeted to drive me crazy. Anyway, no [Dorms] but in Town--

The boys are back in town, the boys are back in town
I said, the boys are back in town, the boys are back in town
The boys are back in town, the boys are back in town
The boys are back in town, the boys are back in town

*muffled screech* As I said, An. Y. Way, Caleb was lingering over his coffee at Furnado and--

'Cause I want to live like animals
Careless and free (like animals)
I want to live
I want to run through the jungle
The wind in my hair and the sand at my feet...

Well...not entirely wrong, but for [BLEEP]'s sake, island, can I PLEASE get through these last few notes? Okay? Okay! Vi! Magpie Emporium! Visited by Steph! Movie Theater 3000! Captain Barnes moved candy to discount bin! And last, Clinic! Professor James brought pizza! There! Fine! Done! We can all go--

I know that I can't take no more
It ain't no lie
I want to see you out that door
Baby, bye, bye, bye (bye, bye)
Don't wanna be a fool for you
Just another player in your game for two
You may hate me, but it ain't no lie
Baby, bye, bye, bye (bye, bye)
Don't really want to make it tough
I just wanna tell you that I've had enough
It might sound crazy, but it ain't no lie
Baby, bye, bye, bye

*door opening noise* [Bleep] this, I'm out. God all those songs are like a billion years old anyway, what the f-- *door slam*

*several moments of dead air*

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