The streets of Mont St. Michel were just as in danger from Hawkmoth and his akuma as the streets of Paris. Cat Noir snuck, dashed, and backflipped his way across the rooftops, keeping a close eye on the streets. He didn't know where Ladybug was, but that was fine. It just meant that he'd have some stories to impress her with when he and Plagg returned to Paris.

While he was definitely keeping an eye out for akuma, he was also looking for a fromagerie. The house they were staying in didn't have an ounce of camembert in it, and Plagg was going to need some after Cat Noir detransformed.

Did Padme know that she needed to go to work at a bar? No. No, she did not. But she did need a drink as she figured out how best to address her current situation and that somehow ended up being said bar.

And then the bartender there had taken one look at her and her over the top outfit and disappeared for five minutes before returning in a matching outfit.

How long had Tino had that just waiting? Why had Tino had that waiting? These were questions to ponder and never learn the true answers to because, well, Tino.

Specials
Sarlacc Pit
Yub Nub
Coruscant Cooler

[ocd? I don't know her]

If there was anything amiss on the island, Watts was unaware, as he and Steven had done their usual Saturday routine of heading off-island for services and running errands, and then back home where Watts would get to baking and then piano practice.

Today, since strawberry season was officially upon them, he was making strawberry shortcake, slicing the strawberries slowly and methodically as he waited for the biscuits to finish baking.

It was a concern when Jaina didn't find Jag in the house when she got up. If not for the circumstances at home, she wouldn't have thought much of it, but the boys were fine and nothing felt wrong so she tamped down the paranoia and got ready for the day.

And on the way out with the kids, she spotted the car. It was impossible not to. The streets here were not built for cars, and it almost blocked the door. Which was a concern until she came around to the side of the car and saw that it was a Jaguar.

She sighed so, so hard. "This is the saddest way to get me to handle all your calls."


[Yep. Open if you're in the area!]

Flash didn't realize it was Saturday, so he was on his way to work at the DMV (Department of Mammal Vehicles) at his usual lightning-fast speed.

Okay, it had taken him a few hours to get to this point, but for a sloth? Incredibly fast! Wow, look at him...inch along.

He'd get there eventually. Maybe.

((Open post is open!))

Ow! OOOOOWWW! Help! Help! Somebody help me! I'm being attacked by--by filthy squirrels!

*chittering*

What do you mean, 'We do this every Satur--' The squirrels can talk. I can understand the squirrels. Why, I always knew that I was special! And you want me to 'Just read the notes'? I can do that! I'm not much for reading, you know, but some little piffling notes will be no trouble! La, what a lark.

*silence*

*chittering*

I'm reading the notes! Just like you--oh, you want me to read them aloud, into this black thing...squirrels are so very odd. And you want me to say that these are from the school? All right, then. Here we go. Relax and Chill--that's a class? That's a class--watched a film, whatever that is, and Galactic Tourism went to Coruscant. I don't know what a galactic is or a Coruscant, but I hope a grand time was had on tour. Miss Smith and Mr. Rand discussed their familiarity with the place, and Mr. Rand asked Miss Beniko to accompany him to New York for the week end. That's far too far to go for such a short amount of time. I suspect these squirrels of writing nonsense! But I am bound to obey them lest they snatch out all my hair. Lord, I do suffer so. In First Aid Mr. Thor told the students what to do if someone suffers a broken bone, or a shock. I shall simply call for help very loudly.

Those are all the notes from the school, so I shall move along to the--

*chittering*

'Tell them--' Who's 'them?'

*chittering*

People are listening to this?! I--hello, mysterious audience. The squirrels oblige me to tell you that there are no notes from the dormitory, and I believe that very odd-looking bird is sad about it for some reason. There are, however, notes from the town, and I shall read them now in the hopes that my captors will release me. I don't know where George is and why he has not rescued me yet. It seems that a Miss Skywalker was at a warehouse where woodchucks were trying to get into the food. What is it with rodents in this place? Dean Skywalker and Miss Skywalker discussed his daughter before Miss Skywalker went home for an evening with her friend Miss Smith discussing Miss Smith's recent romantic complications. Oh, I do so love a romantic complication! Tell me more!

*annoyed chittering*

These talking squirrels are no fun. Miss Zarrin was hard at work at Plant Parenthood, it seems, whilst Mr. Argentum attempted 'yo yo tricks' at Turtle & Canary. Dr. Quinn found a statue at Needful Things highly suspicious, and at the Trooper Station Detective Watts received a floral arrangement courtesy of Mr. Grant. How odd. Did someone die? No matter, because we've the last note,which says that Captain Flint opened The Ink Spot, and now I'm finished, can I be free?

*chittering*

Thank heavens. I probably have some dreadful rodent disease now.

*sounds of complaining getting fainter and fainter in the distance until a squirrel shuts off the mic*

Normally, there were two forested areas on Fandom: the Preserve, and the wooded area, wherein a certain creepy mansion and a magical Grove were located. Saturday morning, however, the island sported a third: a beautiful bit of forest that could have been transplanted from the English Midlands and right next to Selkie Cove. Magical, idyllic, and somehow just big enough for people to get lost within while undergoing shenanigans to in the name of freedom and self-discovery. Full of exotic fauna and pastoral fantasy, it seemed to whisper to promises of refuge and safety (if, for example, you were fleeing from the harsh realities of Courtly life), of adventure and excitement, and, oddly enough, of cross-dressing, if you're of a mind to do so.

It's said that All the world's a stage, / And all the men and women merely players; / They have their exits and their entrances; / And one man in his time plays many parts. This weekend, all the world's a forest, at least for Arden Finch.

Liliana and Ignis had returned home very late Friday night, late enough that it was past his usual bedtime and verging on hers, so all they did was head up to their room and go to sleep, content to catch up on a week's worth of island news - and possibly sharing news of their own - the following morning.

The island, of course, was amused that they'd made plans, and the next morning it was not Liliana Vess, Planeswalker and the Multiverse's preeminent necromancer who woke up, nor did she wake up next to her newly affianced, Ignis Scientia. Instead, Princess Lili awoke with plans to run off into the woods to find her beloved, Jack O'The Green, and ended up next to--

"Who are you?!"

[For that sassy chap next to her, please!]

If you'd been on the beach this morning, you might've thought that the man dressed in linen and wearing a Tahitian black pearl on a cord around his neck sitting quietly in the sand as he dried off had arrived right from the ocean.

But that would be extremely extra, wouldn't it? And Poseidon, god of the sea, was never anything but low key. Ignore hurricanes. And floods. And tsunamis.

He sat there, letting the wind blow his hair around, and stared out at the water. If the waves were bigger than they should be for a beach in Maryland, well, sometimes that happened.

[OOC: So open.]

Steve and Danny had arrived back from Hawai'i late last night after being released from the hospital earlier in the week. (Well, they thought it had been earlier in the week. Time had gotten weird traveling back from 2010.) They'd taken their bruised selves to separate bedrooms (it had taken only one night to realize that two people with still-healing liver transplant scars and restless sleep habits did not mix) and had gone to sleep.

And now Steve was waking up feeling amazing. Dare he say that he even felt swell?

Because he felt a lot like a super-soldier in the 1940s. He leaped athletically from bed and headed out into the kitchen, preparing to eat all the food he found there while trying to figure out why he wasn't still in London in 1945.

[OOC: Yes, I've swapped to a different Steve again.]

Belle had been feeling a bit out of sorts Friday night and had ended up in the common room with a pot of tea, a cozy mystery novel, and the television playing something silly. She'd fallen asleep there eventually.

This morning Belle was nowhere to be found. Her mug was still sat on a table, the novel lay open on the chair. On the floor, next to the chair where Belle had fallen asleep, was a small red object. A small, round, red-wrapped cheese was on end, just standing there.

Yes, the cheese stands alone.


[Been joking about this for years. Open common room is open please do not eat Belle.]

Jake Jensen was not, let's say, naturally a morning person. Yes, when he was being all he could be he was up with the rest of the Army, jogging and sweating like an idiot, but that wasn't his first inclination. Or second. His inclination was to be up until all hours absolutely destroying some kids in a first-person shooter game and then really rubbing it in that he was old enough to both buy beer and grow a sweet goatee. Sometimes he would take both of those abilities to a bar in search of companionship, which, though he didn't remember doing so last night, appeared to be the case this morning.

This bed was sweet. And enormous. He stretched out his arms and legs, reveling in the feel of sheets that had definitely been washed more recently than his had, and rubbed up against a hairy leg that definitely wasn't his.

Okay. Okay. This was fine. He was an open-minded guy! He--very smoothly, okay--slid his foot up that leg again trying to decide if the leg hair was free-spirited-lady-with-no-time-for-societal-expectations hair or, you know, dude hair.

Both of which would be fine! A-Okay! Nothing to freak out about! He was definitely not freaking out and he'd shoot anyone who said he was.

[OOC: Steve is Jake Jensen from The Losers for the weekend! Open for that dude he's definitely not married to.]

Well, Jane had for sure gone to bed as Jane Foster. Which was perfectly normal and fine for this island. But she then went and woke up as a galactic senator who for sure was confused by the non-secret husband in her bed.

And yes, her hair and makeup was somehow perfect upon waking up. And the pajamas were just unnecessarily elaborate.

Because reasons. George Lucas reasons.

"Hello?"

[for sp and the poor, poor boyfriend]

You are all good to go, folks!

After being blocked into his apartment last Thursday with enormous trunks labeled "THOMAS" and "MIRANDA" and "THE GODDAMN BRITISH NAVY", Flint had not been fit for company for a week.

(Leaving the building only to get coated in goo on Wednesday had reinforced that hermit-y impulse.)

But alas, the wheels of capitalism ground on, and so he might even attempt to sell a book today. He'd unlocked the shop's door, after all, and he still had a small-ish bookcase of books he'd read and didn't care for.

Every other book he was keeping, though. Small steps.

The Ink Spot was open. Sort of.

The Troopers today were clustered around Ralph, who had his mobile phone out. There was currently a heated argument happening regarding what, from Watts could gather, was some sort of game played on the device? Apparently there was a riddle that needed to be solved in order to progress, and the Troopers couldn't agree on a possible answer.

Good morning, everyone! It's Captain Steve Rogers with the news of a much less...well, I'd say 'emotionally heavy' Thursday, but the squirrels are holding acorns like they aren't afraid to throw them, so I'll keep that to myself. Even though it was funny.

*sounds of acorns being thrown*

Quite a start to the day. Let's get to classes. Ethical Dilemmas was given the day off--thank you, Liliana--Philosophy of Food took a quick trip to a museum exhibit in London, and Breakfast Foods worked on mastering pancakes, waffles, and French toast.

In town, Liz was bravely facing down month-end spreadsheets, Luma was expanding her knowledge of the dresses and makeup for sale at Pixie Dust, and Steven stopped work at the museum for lunch and selfies with Watts.

Finally, it was open mic night at Groovy Tunes, with Stewart performing lightning-themed music, Charlie playing Viking songs--like cheers for the football team?--and Jack,after some prodding, playing piano.

And that's everything! Have a good weekend!

There was a weird, very shiny wooden statue in the store. Harley honestly didn't pay it much mind, until she happened to trip over something on the floor right by it.

And it felt perfectly reasonable to her to right herself and then immediately whip around to point a highly accusatory finger at the statue.

"I'm watchin' ya, pal!" she told it. "I'm serious!"

The statue said nothing.

For now.

(open!)

Today when they met at Portalocity, Lana was dressed in her Earth clothes, though for previous classes it had been her own galaxy's. She was also wearing a very bright blue scarf. And if you looked close enough to notice, blue contact lenses.

"Today we're headed to the capitol world of the Galactic Republic," she announced. "It's known as Coruscant. The entire planet is one city thousands of levels deep. We'll be heading to a marketplace, since shopping seems to be popular. You can find goods from hundreds of worlds here. A few words of caution: before buying anything, make sure it's safe for humans and for your own species if you're not human." She felt she'd better cover all bases. "Do not go anywhere that isn't public. Do not wander far from the market. Do not, under any circumstances, go down more than two levels."

She gestured at her scarf. "I should be easy to spot. If you need anything or anybody gives you trouble, find me."

With that, she led them into a bustling city square where stalls and shops filled a wide plasteel and synthcrete walkway. If you looked over the side, you would see very far down. Craft large and small zoomed in sketchily-defined lanes above, around, and below. People of all species bartered and bickered for goods.

Don't worry, there probably wouldn't be any blasters or lightsabers pulled.

Probably.

The students would find their teacher absent again today, although never fear! He had a worthy replacement.

"Good afternoon," Thor told them. "Blake is unable to join you today," because his leg was giving him absolute hell so he'd opted against continued corporeal existence.

"I thought we would discuss today the importance of balancing one's humors." He paused, and when Don just sighed, abandoned that avenue as less fun than hoped.

( Medical talk under the cut. )

The projector was set up in the classroom, as were all the comfy cushions and rugs.

"Some days you don't want to leave your home, and just have a 'self-care day' instead," Cara said. "They mostly involve lying on the couch and watching movies. Which is what we'll be doing today."

Needless to say, she'd been outvoted on the movie.

"With popcorn," Jane added. Because that made it even better, right?

Popcorn always made it better.

"Oh! National Yo-Yo Day? Sweet!"

Prompto was stoked to come into the store for his shift that day and see what Apu had set up. Bright and colorful yo-yos on display and on sale, with a small table of a few of them so that people could just sort of play around with them and give them a try. He went straight for a yellow one, of course, grinning broadly as he tossed it in his hands a little before starting to pull off a few little tricks here and there.

He was a gunslinger! He was good with his hands! Also there were a lot of idle hours during the Long Night, and he had trouble staying still a lot of the times so it gave him something to do with his hands while also maybe trying to impress peop--

"Hey," the trick he was currently trying to do fell short as, all of a sudden, Apu bustled over, shoulder-checked him, and started taking down the display. "Wait, what's going..."

He watched as Apu replaced all the yo-yo stuff with gardening stuff, and he pouted.

"That's just cold, dude," he said, sighing, and feeling a little hurt, too, even though he felt like he shouldn't. But he felt like he and Apu had made progress, and now he was changing up the whole holiday just because Prompto was enthusiastic about the first one.

Whatever. It was fine. He was here to work, anyway, not just play with yo-yos, and so now he was going to go slink over to the register and definitely not pout while still playing with his yo-yo.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Churro
Applesauce Cake
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Eleanor had some work to do today, but not necessarily Plant Parenthood-specific work. Well, sure, of course, obviously there was some of that, too, but she and Luma had received a nice little care package from their mother, which included letters, and Eleanor's letter in particular included a small list of things that the villagers had come to the house, interested to see if Eleanor could help with. Thankfully, it was all pretty simple stuff that she could put together pretty easily, but there were a few things on there that were going to require a little research and a little work and poking around the shop to see if they had them or if she'd need to put in an order for herself.

And honestly, being here already really did make it easier, so she at least felt pretty good about having known that her employment here would really put her in a good place for her work back home, and she could start putting together a package to send back.

She should really include a few things for her family, too, and so she was also thinking of nice things to add that they might like, too, which meant she should definitely swing by Pick Your Poison at some point for some bath bombs for her mother, and she was feeling mildly astonished that she hadn't thought of that before now. Maybe she could even figure out how to make her own? That was somethings he was pretty sure her grandmother never had to offer!

Plant Parenthood is open!

It had been a while since they'd had a sangria night, and they were pretty much due. This time it was at Rey's apartment, which had her trying to clean up some since she didn't have people over much, and she was doing that despite the fact that she didn't have much of anything. Several years in and the place was still pretty bare bones aside from the mermaid sofa and assorted mismatched furniture.

She'd ordered pizza, and it had occurred to her that she hadn't asked if Summer was bringing the sangria or not, so she'd gotten a couple bottles of something and hoped it was okay, just in case. And if not, someone was going to have to have a party she could donate it to.

[For girls night!]

The woodchucks had been quiet and normal lately (as much as warehouse-dwelling rodents could be), but when Rey got to the warehouse today, she found a few stacked on top of each other, trying to get into the snack locker.

They looked at Rey.

She looked at them.

The top woodchuck quietly dropped down to the floor.

"You could just ask," Rey said, and it was a sign of how things were going here that she didn't wonder how they would do that.