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"Welcome," Lana said. There was a large crate with her, which she levitated with the Force to get it through the portal. "Today I imagine we're all melting," since the heat index in Baltimore was 100F, "so we're going somewhere cooler. I've got cold-weather clothing once we're through." She gestured after the crate. Nobody was going to have to put that on until you were actually where it was cool.

She walked through the portal and waited until they showed up, putting on her parka and inviting the others to do the same. Which they might want to, since they were in an ice cave.

Okay, "cooler" might be underselling it.

"Welcome to Hoth. One of the colder settled planets in the galaxy. Well, semi-settled." She waggled her hand. "That is, there are military bases for both the Empire and Republic here, along with outlaw settlements and scavenger and trader outposts. No shopping today, but there is a spectacular view." She led the way outside one everyone was suited up. The cave was halfway up a steep slope, overlooking a gorge with volcanic eruptions every so often that leaked hot rock, making the place a bit artistically foggy and somewhat warmer in places. Where the sun glinted off the ice, it glittered in blues and whites.

"I've got tea and coffee, and a bit of whiskey if you like, and you can take some time to appreciate the view and the cold, or you can carefully walk down to see the eruptions if you'd rather. I trust you to know where 'too close' is."

Then she was sitting on a rock and pouring herself a tea and whiskey.

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There were oranges everywhere today. Which meant, yes, Watts was snacking while he worked. And also tucking a few away to take home later, because oranges.

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"Let's talk about what to do if you don't recognize the problem. Your patient has a rash, but it's blue. They're not human, and their anatomy is really different. They were bitten by a radioactive spider, or their problem is caused by a magic spell. If you're unfamiliar with these issues, you may not be sure what to do, and that's okay. There's stuff even the most seasoned ER doc doesn't know.

"The first step is, obviously, not to panic. Take a deep breath. Take a moment, if you need to, and to the extent you can without endangering your patient's life. One time when I was in med school, things went badly wrong in the middle of surgery and the attending walked out of the room, scrubbed out, and then scrubbed back in and came back five minutes later and fixed the problem cool as a cucumber, because he'd taken those five minutes to gather his thoughts and figure out what to do, and that's stuck with me.

"Next, act like it's normal. I don't mean act like you know what you're doing. If your patient is lucid you can ask them all the questions you want about, 'Hey is your heart normally where a human kidney would be?' because hopefully they know better than you, but that blue rash? Don't freak out about it at your patient. It's just going to make them feel bad, and also doubt your ability to help them. Also, proceeding as you would otherwise is never the worst idea. Okay, so the rash is blue. Treat it like you would a rash that wasn't blue until you receive information that makes you change course. Radioactive spider bite? Find out how radioactive it is, obviously, and then treat it like a spider bite and, if indicated, radiation poisoning. It might not be the perfect course of action, but it'll get you farther than standing around doing nothing.

"What else do you think is important to keep in mind when the situation turns out to be not quite what you expected?" Don asked his students. "Let's discuss."

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The classroom was dimly lit this week with all the pillows anyone could ever hope for. And not just because Jane was still deeply embarrassed about the weekend! Don't be silly.

It was because it was relaxing.

"So napping," Jane said. "Can really help when the body needs extra sleep."

"Or when you just don't want to deal with something." Don't say the quiet part out loud, Cara.

Rude!

"So, let's settle in," Jane said, wincing.

"Just close your eyes and enjoy not having to do anything," Cara added.

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Batter up! It was World Softball Day, and of course Turtle & Canary was celebrating! Prompto didn't know much about softball (or most sports, really, save for football, and that he mostly knew about because of the Puppy Bowl), but he did think what Apu had set up today was really fun and cute! He'd set up a softball diamond on the floor with the Squishy machine as home base, there were sales on anything baseball related, and he'd even gotten jerseys and caps for the staff!

Even Prompto!

It was going to take some doing to figure out how to set the cap on his head without messing up his hair too much, but once he got it, it was going to be selfie city, especially with the cheese panda, who was looking so great in his own oversize jersey, and now he was just going to have to try really hard to not idly munch on some of the peanuts and Cracker Jacks being offered with each purchase.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Cupcake
Hot Dog
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

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Ethics class had been a lot for Eleanor yesterday, and while spending a good portion of the rest of her day out in the ocean swimming and then just sprawling out in the sand like a the beached jellyfish she felt like had helped a little, things still lingered going on over to today. It was almost enough to make her want to just curl up in her bed and refuse to come out, but she now shared her room with part of the reason she was feeling so terrible, so going to work just to avoid Luma better was actually the better option.

She did what she needed to do around the shop somewhat half-heartedly, and then made herself some tea and settled behind the counter with her dog-eared copy of The Waste Land, because, look, some people turned to cheap romances or beach reads for comfort reading material, and Eleanor turned to brooding apocalyptical modernist poetry.

Plant Parenthood is open!

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"Wow," said Jack, as he stared up at the sign 'Some Hot Hipster Brewpub With a Really Dumb Name' that hung off the side of the building. "Irony and hipster, all at once? I feel like I just got sandblasted in the face by the Pacific Northwest."

Hi, Summer.

[[ for her ]]

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“Today, students, we shall be visiting Petrified Forest National Park in Arizona! We do not wish to be late in arriving, punctuality is important so come along!”

Yes, Sam was in a bit of a rush but that was in no way due to his own tardiness ~~in posting class~~.

Once through the portal, Sam turned towards his students once more.

“There are a number of activities here! Most obviously, viewing the fossils! Ancient trees turned to stone. Perhaps you may be interested in one of several trails? Some are more difficult than others. I recommend visiting the visitor centers and museums! I also will be looking into the cultural demonstrations for the culture.”

“Go forth and become cultured and educated! Meet me back here at the appointed time!”

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Hannibal nodded to everyone as they settled in. The front of the room featured a table with a number of identical silver cloches over dishes.

When everyone was ready and listening, Hannibal stood behind the table and spoke.

"While I like to think that food can truly be an art form and a beautiful thing, I am well aware that not everybody shares that opinion. Nor does everybody have that option. Art, preference, culture - many things affect how we think of food. One of those is economics. Availability." He looked at them all seriously. "Not everybody gets the best food. Not everybody gets food they can eat. Some people are lucky if they get anything."

He gestured at the dishes. "So. Each of you gets one of these covered dishes. No peeking. When you each have your own, we'll uncover them all. If you don't like what you have, feel free to try to get something else. Barter, bargain, trade, give away, or steal, whatever you like, remembering that you may still need to see each other later. Consider this a hands-on experience."

[OOC: If you play and want to do it randomly, just click a dish below and see what you get. But feel free to check them all out and mod your results for the most interesting playing. :) ]

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I'm concerned about the theme you have going here.

"What theme?"

You don't see it?

Thor glanced over at the specials board.

Specials
Hurricane
Dark & Stormy
Tropic Thunder

"Ah. Well. Hurricane season is upon us."

Hopefully not upon us...

"Leave that to me," Thor said mildly as he dried a glass.

Tiny? Tiny was giving him a wide berth while he was "talking to himself," which suited Thor just fine.

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As far as Steph was concerned, it wasn't so much putting up a Pride display of queer games and games by queer creators as it was giving the existing LGBTQ games section the spotlight for the month. Still, it was (obviously) her focus right now, along with prepping for Free RPG Day next Saturday.

This morning, she was adding a new game to the display; she'd ordered it weeks ago, actually, but it'd been held up in shipping. Something about accidentally getting routed through a dimension that ran at 0.25x speed, according to the sheepish delivery person.

She kept humming, for some reason.

[OOC: As have I, ever since I saw this one at my FLGS. Open!]

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*sounds of porgly excitement and also fireworks*

Not inside! Who even gave those to you? How did you set them off without thumbs? Why am I even trying to understand this?

At least you didn't set the notes on fire. Or anything else considering the fumes.

Up at the School, the Library was decorated for Halloween, confusing both Gray and everyone listening.

Meanwhile Shenanigans involved a greasy pole, and free Moobyland as s prize, truly a puzzle as to which was the worse option. Though for some bizarre reason one of the Steves was in the stands and very sad about missing out, the voluntolds prepared themselves, and not even the horrors were enough to stop the inevitable flirting. And then there was the Pole, were only a few, namely Jaina, Eleanor, non sad Steve, and Vi, made it across to claim their dubious prize, though Lydia did get a pair of water wings out of it. Not that I have any idea what they are, but I'm assuming they also lack basic dignity. Also, Belle did not hug Anakin.

Over in the Dorms, put that firework down, or rather just outside them Lydia's walk of shame crossed pasths with Charlie's walk of no shame. Good for them, I guess.

In Town, Pick Your Poison was decorated for Christmas, just to spread the confusion around. Rey offered to help Adrian undecorate, while Lydia wanted henbane for 'non poison reasons', and why do I have a random parchment that reads 'don't eat the nutbread, not even once' mixed in here? Prompto gave his child a camera at Furnado. Harley did her washing and Mark was there. Everything was butterfly themed at Caritas, including the singing. Rey appreciated the colours, Atton was there, Stewart did not bring suspicious brownies or dubious nutbread, but Stark did bring cupcakes.

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"Okay, guys," Raiden said, "today we're gonna make breakfast cake!" Because he was tired of his brothers arguing about it in the group chat. "And this weekend I'm gonna go home and make my brothers breakfast cake." So they would shut up already.

"Now, this recipe isn't really written down, it's just in my head, so follow along and write it down if you want to, okay?" Raiden proceeded through demonstrating how to make a blueberry-studded coffee cake with a cinnamon streusel: the fabled 'breakfast cake.' If you followed his directions, it would turn out fantastic. "Now you just bake it in the oven at 350 until it's golden brown and delicious and a toothpick comes out clean, and ta-da! Cake for breakfast. It's great with coffee, and allegedly also with tea. I'm sure you could substitute other berries or whatever. Any questions, or do we all just want to get straight to eating cake?"

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Liz had had a rather restless night and was rather tired that morning and she had considered not coming downstairs but she did want to try and get a bit further with the admin work and catch up on some emails. She was was only planning on staying for a few hours though and taking it rather slow.

[the Photo Hut is open!

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Stewart had come up with the intention of getting some actual work done that day, mostly some organizing of the CDs and records, but then that all sort of went out the window when his playlist started leaning heavily into some HANABIE..

So now there was headbanging and dance breaks and an urge to cause chaos rather than order. So now all the CDs and records were going to be all mixed up, which he felt would be a more interesting experience for anyone actually looking for something specific, and, hey! It might give Charlie something to do or whatever next Tuesday. See? Wasn't that an important part of being a boss? Giving people bullshit tasks to do that were mostly unnecessary or self-created? See? He could pretend he was in this for more than just dicking around in a music shop after all! Thanks, HANABIE.!

Groovy Tunes is open!

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Sure, she may have had a whole class about it beforehand, but the real ethical dilemma for Luma landed when she arrived at work later that morning, when she saw the new jelly shoes on display, and felt the urge to refuse that they were even remotely fashion and were actually much better suited as simply chew toys.

Although, to be fair, that urge was present with most shoes, if she was entirely honest, especially when she was a wolf, but these shoes seemed to lean particularly egregiously in that direction.

She did end up a little curious, though, and found a few in pretty enough pastel colors to warrant at least trying them on to see if maybe she was just missing something. And at least they were marginally better than those horrid Crocs that Boc kept all but buried toward the back of the store...

Pixie Dust is open!

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The Pride displays around the Museum were all set up. At the Welcome Desk, Steven was now sporting a small rainbow flag pin thanks to Llewellyn reminding him about it.

There were also brochures outlining routes around the Museum to see the seasonal displays, and merchandise with rainbows on it.

Given how well it had all come together it was fair to say that Steven was, indeed, proud.

He was also available behind the desk for anyone who needed him.

[open]

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After one week in the Danger Shop and one off for a trip abroad, class was once again being held in the conversatory in the creepy mansion in the woods. In addition to the regular selection of beverages, there was a selection of various delicious handpies, each platter accompanied by a discreet list of ingredients, so nobody would have to worry about allergens or dietary restrictions.

"Good morning--" a stretch, considering how early it was and how much Liliana could still be sleeping, "--and welcome back to class." Anyone who expected Liliana to apologize for canceling class while she flitted off to Argentina to get engaged was in for a very long wait. "Today, we're discussing another short story, this one called The Cold Equations by Tom Godwin. It is, in fact, very short, and I highly recommend that people read it, either before the discussion, or on your own time; I've enough copies to pass out. ( But, as a summary )

Liliana looked around the class, violet eyes dark and fathomless. "So here is your cold equation, darlings. You are the pilot. You have medicine for 6 dying men. You are the only ship in the area, there is no chance of a last minute rescue. There is a girl standing in front of you, telling you that she's very sorry, that she just wanted to see her brother, and your ship's computer is informing you that you will reach the point of no return in just a few minutes. What do you do?"

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Noctra was in a creative mood that morning, it seemed, and so when Prompto brought her along with him to the shelter for work that day, she brought her little camera and Prompto gave her the task of being a wildlife animal photographer for the day, complete with a little safari hat to really drive home that sense of exploration and adventure that went with it. He also gave her a small list of things to focus on taking pictures of, his teacher instincts offering up a guide that he wasn't really sure she'd actually follow, but it would be good to get her to think about those sorts of things, you know? And then off she went with her camera, and Prompto kept one eye on her while taking care of this and that around the shelter, waiting for her to come running back to show him what she'd taken pictures of so that they could go through them together before she settled in for a nap.

So overall, a pretty good day! Even if the majority of pictures Noctra took were definitely not of actual animals, but you could tell what she was going for!

Furnado is open!

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One thing modern garments had going for them, Lydia had to admit, was that they were a lot easy to put back on unassisted after one had been, say, gathering plants in the woods skyclad under the light of the strawberry moon.

You know. As one did.

Now she wasn't quite sneaking back into the dorm, as she had the right to go wherever she wished even if it was at an absurd hour, but she wasn't not sneaking, either. She didn't want to wake anyone, after all.

As she approached the dorm she heard an excited little trill and hissed, "Quiet!" before she looked over to find something that gave her pause: the intern porg scribbling in its notebook. Wait. "Are you always out here in the middle of the night? Maybe that's your problem, you know. Most people are asleep right now. Oh, what am I saying? I shouldn't be helping you spy on me."

(Open to anyone else who might be lurking about the dorms in the wee hours!)

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Galactic Tourism, 2nd period

Trooper Station, Friday

First Aid (Fandom Style), Friday, Period 3

Relax and Chill, [Friday, 1st Period]

Turtle & Canary; Friday [06/13].

Plant Parenthood; Friday [06/13].

Some Hot Hipster Brewpub Spot With a Really Dumb Name, Seattle, Friday Evening

American National Park Tours with Sam Eagle, Thursday 6/12 2nd period

Philosophy of Food, 3rd period

The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (6/12)

WTFH - Fandom Radio [Thurs, June 12th]

The Art of Breakfast, Thursday, Period 4

The Photo Hut - Thursday

Groovy Tunes; Thursday [06/12].

Pixie Dust; Thursday [06/12].

Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

Ethical Dilemmas, Thursday, (Per 1)

Furnado Animal Shelter; Wednesday [06/11].

Outside the Dorms, Very Early Wednesday Morning

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