Professor Nick Cutter

A feeling Marc was going to chalk up to restlessness had him doing a walk around the island with no particular goal in mind other than to walk around the island.

Once the path brought him by the Perk, he figured what the hell. Grab a coffee and maybe a box of something to leave in the boarding house kitchen for whoever wanted anything.

Marc wasn't examining that instinct too closely either.

(Obviously he would get something for Watts and Steven too. That part went without saying.)

He was in no rush, though, so he grabbed a coffee and a muffin for himself and took a seat at a table by the windows. Then, long as he was taking a load off, he got out his phone to text Crawley to see how things were back home.

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stykera posting in

“Today is a holiday, here,” Stark said. “Not a festive one but one to remember. For veterans. People who have been in the military. Maybe ones who have been in wars. Seen fighting. Seen dying. Seen things that do not leave you, even with time.”

“I know something of that. Not the military. I was never a soldier. But I was in battles and wars and I’ve seen so much suffering at those times and after those times were over, or at least stopped.”

Stark paused for a moment to look around. “Sometimes…sometimes soldiers, or anyone who was harmed by a war, and everyone does get harmed when there is a war affecting them…sometimes it’s a specific sort of trauma that affects those people. From the death or the pain or the fear or all of it. Sometimes from doing things they wish they had never had to do. Things that are regretted. Things that are repressed.”

“I don’t know if any of you have been soldiers or have seen war. I don’t need to know. You don’t need to say but you can if you like. You never have to talk but you can always choose to, with me, here. So…we could talk without mentioning anything of yourselves, if you like. Just hypotheticals. Or whatever you like. But we should talk of ways trauma from war might be different from other traumas. Or the same. Let’s just…discuss that.”

Or not. He was not going to force anyone to speak. That would be absurd.

“Or I can talk about things I’ve seen. Soldiers I’ve known. Others.”

atreideslioness posting in

Students had been handwavily told to report to Ghanima's classroom for once, and when they arrived, they would find it filled to the brim with fall-themed craft supplies.

"Apologies for the missed classes," Ghanima said briskly, once everyone had arrived. "I was recalled to Arrakis for an issue of great political importance that required both the Empress of the Imperium and her Heir to be in attendance."

An heir who...was not here. Ghanima was teaching solo today, no Trebor running around to help, and her crispness suggested she was Not Pleased about that fact.

Politics.

"Today, we we will be dabbling into arts and crafts," she continued. "Many American children have the ritual of making 'turkey art' this time of year, tracing their hands to draw or paint a turkey, representing the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday."

"However, given you all have a bit more manual dexterity than that, we will be making fall wreaths or door basket."

"In the northern hemisphere of this planet, now is the time for various fall harvest festivals. This period tends to range from late-August to the end of November, and can encompass a wide-range of activities. Lammas, Sukkot, Mehrgan, Onam, American Thanksgiving, the Chinese Mid-Autumn Festival -- or Moon Festival -- Dożynki, and the Niiname-no-Matsuri are all examples of this tradition."

sith_happened posting in

"Well, we had an entire class prepared with monster trucks, but then my sons used them over the weekend and now they're modified so only Force-sensitive people can drive them without killing themselves, so we'll table that until I have time to fix them back," Anakin said with a slight grimace. "I apologize."

Ahsoka wasn't saying anything, but she did look far too amused. "So instead we'll be looking at the importance of communication and how it can bring together people by letting them focus on their similarities rather than their differences." Like say one of them being a teenage girl and the other a giant robot.

One of these days Anakin would check the movie Ahsoka picked for class, but it wasn't today! "That sounds like a very diplomatic thing to learn."

If she picked something suitable, then the island would intervene anyway, so this was just skipping the middleman. "I thought so," Ahsoka said as she started the movie.

"Well, this will be something," Anakin said dryly.

afraid_of_marshmallows posting in

What up, island? It's me, ya girl Arden Finch, coming at you with all the news of yesterday. At the School, Flight and Flying had a movie day, and we got to watch what a very heterosexual volleyball scene. Just like, so straight, honest. Cryptozoology covered the history of the Jersey devil, which seems to be, 'some people saw something sometimes.' And then How Not To Drown started learning the butterfly by riding around on pool noodles. That sounds like...an interesting way to learn.

No Dorms, but in Town, Mr. Scientia was sending out invitations for Professor Vess' birthday party. And getting that invitation sent Professor Sims to the Infinite Consortium to ask Professor Vess what she'd like for a present. Dr. Isley spent her afternoon in Pick Your Poison working on her garden, save for a visit from Rey checking in on her and making sure she was all right. Over at the Clinic, Professor James Stark had winter coffees and was looking over his invitation to Professor Vess' birthday party.

And that's all that happened yesterday, so this is ya girl, Arden Finch, signing off! Have a great day, Fandom, and enjoy Inertia by SawanoHiroyuki[nZk] ft. Rei. Bye!

solo_sword posting in

It was one of those days there every little thing was going wrong, and then Jaina set up the Danger Shop, only for it to glitch and lose the program without time to fix it.

So she'd sent messages and stuck a sign on the door directing students to the actual classroom, where she'd wheeled out the TV. "It's been a day, so you're getting a movie," she said. "Enjoy. It's cued up so that you'll definitely get the volleyball scene within the class period."

What.

solo_sword posting in

Hi, this is Jaina, and I'm having a morning.

Lucky for me, nothing happened yesterday. Gregorith was sketching at the museum, and Rey was distracted at work. And that's all the squirrels gave me, so I'm off to put out some fires. Not literal.

intheeyeofthebeholding posting in

"The Jersey Devil," Jon began. He put up an image. "Said to live in New Jersey, not Jersey the island. I have no idea why it isn't the New Jersey Devil." Look, at least it wasn't Pope Lick.

( This got long. )

joan_of_bark posting in

It was a much rejuvenated Pam who opened up Pick Your Poison on that Monday morning, having spent much of Sunday back in Slaughter Swamp. Harley-her-Harley had shown up with gardening supplies, and they'd made good work that day.

It wasn't like she expected Harley to commit to gardening for long. It was Harley. But the day had made her happy.

And now she was back here, setting the shop to rights. Looking at everything on the shelves with new eyes. Around noon, she stole into the garden at last and took her shoes off, putting her feet in the dirt.

There'd been a lot of damage done here, too. She was going to enjoy spending the rest of her day coaxing it all back to life.

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deathsmajesty posting in

Today's shipment was already in the display window, a truly fascinating pair of leather gloves. Well, okay, one of the gloves was in the window; she was currently studying the other in an attempt to puzzle out the glyphs and runes that had been inscribed into them. She had a basic idea of what they did, but that wasn't anywhere near the same as knowing precisely what each rune did, and how, and why.

Rogue's Gloves
Professional pilferers prefer proper preparation

chef_chocobro posting in

Flyers weren't really Ignis's style, but invitations...now, those were a far more fitting method of spreading the news about an upcoming party, in his opinion, and more appropriate for the type of party it was, anyway. An invitation (especially a well-made one, expensive, though certainly worth the cost in this instance) was far more personal, could be held, with the weight of the exquisite paper it was printed on, durable and with an almost velvet-like finish, better appreciated. With careful, embossed text, raised just enough that one could follow the graceful shape of the letters by running their fingers over it. Details in sumptuous gold, rich purple, striking black. Even from the envelope, there would surely be no doubt as to what the contents inside might pertain to, but upon opening it, it would be confirmed:

Ignis Scientia
cordially invites you to celebrate
Liliana Vess
for her upcoming birthday
(As if we would even need a reason)

SATURDAY 15 NOVEMBER 2025
at the Mansion in the Woods

Please join us for an afternoon of fine food, wine and company
And an evening of excellent music and dancing

Dress to Impress | Presents Encouraged
555-CHEF for any questions

Hopefully, each invitation would find their way to every intended invitee, which was, of course, everyone.

And, surely, nothing could happen that weekend to throw a wrench in these plans...

[[ mostly establishly, but certainly open for responses or whatever else! ]]

sith_happened posting in

"Welcome back," Anakin said. "Hopefully your weekends were fun. My older son came for a visit."

Steve tilted his head. "How many kids do you have?"

"Four," Anakin said. "Two run the galaxy back home."

"That tracks," Steve said dryly. "Anyway, time to swim. Today we're going to try to learn the butterfly. I realize this requires a level of coordination you might be ready for yet, especially given the variety of swimming attire and how it might catch on things,"--sorry, Lydia--"but you have to be bad at something to get better at it, right? Grab a pool noodle and hop into the pool. You're going to ride it like it's a sad, noodle-y pony."

Anakin stared at him.

"The Navy teaches it differently," Steve said hastily, "but this is okay, too. We'd call it a personal flotation device to sound more official."

"But it's still a pool noodle."

"Yes, sir, it is."

Anakin sighed. "Right. After you mount your noodle horses, you're going to work on your arm motions to propel you around. Try not to propel yourself into another student."

thatwaslucky posting in

Rey had made a point to go and check in on Adrian before work, since his phone was in a swamp and she was still in Concerned Girlfriend mode. She felt better having seen that he was doing better, and that Pam had done an amazing job healing the Grove, so she had less reason to worry even if she was going to do so anyway. Things she was also going to do: fix the phone issue since she had the hookup.

Between that and trying to catch up on work, she was suitably distracted enough that she had no idea when the Starbucks cup appeared on her workspace, whether it was a random Fandom thing or if she'd just automatically gone and bought one. Both were worrying for different reasons.

[Modding done with permission. Open!]

heroic_jawline posting in

Good morning, everyone, it's Captain Steve Rogers again. Tony's down in the lab with an idea and I decided it was better not to disturb him.

*chittering*

No, I don't think he's making squirrel-sized jetpacks.

*disappointed chittering*

Let's get to the notes. Raiden was serving chicken fried eggs--how does that work?--as his employees talked abut Thanksgiving dinner plans, and Adrian--

*confused chittering*

--broke his forest. Lydia came by after her broadcast to see what had happened, if Adrian was all right, and if his cat had yelled at him about it enough. That is a very Fandom sentence. Ohhh, here's the context I was looking for! Adrian sucked all of the energy out of the forest to heal Pam and she repaid him by fixing the forest back now that she feels better. Then there was a lot of 'what the heck was that' about whatever had happened to injure Pam in the first place.

...and then there was a dance celebrating Homecoming, which is quite a shift in tone. There was mingling and saying hello and the punch was smoking. Beaker was back, so I'm confident those two things are related.

Have a swell rest of your weekend!

apologizeswithpie posting in

Gregorith spent the morning looking at the event specific exhibits. He found it interesting that Fandom had been a high school for quite a while, before becoming a university, and it brought back memories of the equivalent of Homecoming back home.

He was just beginning his emo goth phase then, if he recalled correctly.

Then he settled behind the desk in the lobby with his sketch pad, trying to expand on some of his pottery ideas. He was kind of warming up to the idea of a bird bath, with maybe a lounging Cthulhu.

(Le Museum, she is open.)

Current Music: Don't You Forget About Me

carbsliftthespirit posting in

Today at Over Easy, people were chatting about their Thanksgiving plans, and eventually someone asked Raiden if he had plans yet, as if he somehow gave the impression that he hadn't had the menu planned out a month ago. He wasn't sure how to feel about that, if he was honest. Did they doubt him so?

Nah, he was over it. He had chicken fried eggs to consume.

Specials
Chicken Fried Eggs
Eggs Benedict Nachos
Caramel Waffle French Toast

Over Easy is open!

mustbeawitch posting in

Good morning, everyone! It is I, Miss Lydia Bennet, here to bring you all the news of the day. Let's crack on with it, shall we?

We'll begin as usual with the school, where Driver's Education watched a film, surely one educating them about driving, and Weather & Storms learned all about snow. I've nothing from the dormitory, likely because everyone was at the carnival, but we'll get to that in due time. For now we move on to the town proper. It seems Dr. Isley had a health crisis at Pick Your Poison, attended by Dr. Quinn and Mr. Blackwood, before leaving the island via portal. I do hope she is well! Mr. Henry of Skalitz was recovering from a night of pizza at the forge, whilst at The Arms Hotel Miss Connell was preparing for Homecoming weekend. Miss Skywalker was doing some reading at her apartment when she was joined by Mr. Blackwood, who wanted--a shower and to stay the night. Mr. Blackwood!

I shan't read any more of that. Instead we shall move along to the fun of the homecoming carnival in the park! Amongst the activities were kissing booths, including one manned by Miss Beniko, who was visited by Miss Vess and Miss Wren, and one manned by Miss Vess, who was visited by both Mr. Starks. I shall not comment on any kissing that may or may not have occurred, especially as at least one of these people is a married man. At the dunking booths, Dean Skywalker was dunked by Mrs. Skywalker-Fel and her children, whilst Miss Eleanor also participated, but there is no news on whether or not she had to take a dip. At the pie tossing stations, a Mr. Lester and Mr. Raiden had pies tossed at them, as did Mrs. Pryde-Barton, who Mr. Anthony Stark suspected of cheating. There was much food and drink, of which I am told Mr. Gregorith partook, and there were of course games and rides, including a strength test, which Miss Williams partook in. She compared universes with Mr. Rogers, and was cheered on by Mr. Boone. And the last note I have is that Mr. Sims partook of a hay ride. And I'm sure much other fun was had at the fair! With that, dear listeners, I must go. Until next week!

suitably_heroic

Things had loosened up... slightly in the days after the tour. Being back home always helped settle Dane's nerves, and it meant both of them were out of the house and doing other stuff with other people for vast portions of the day, which also didn't hurt.

And then Jack had brought up going to Homecoming and hit a wall of That's-Fine, and boy if that didn't trigger his contrarian instincts. So now he was trying to sit on that, hanging out at the dinner table paging through a music magazine and trying to ignore the guy silently prepping for his workday in the living area.

Ugh.

You know, it's not like Dane would notice if he ran off to go to the Homecoming dance that evening and then came back before his shift ended, right? Right?

[[ expecting one, but can be open for texts/phone calls ]]

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