The Journal of Sam Winchester

Good morning. Wednesday again, which most of you probably already know. I don’t have many notes from yesterday so this will be quick.

2 notes from the school. Raiden taught his Feeding Yourself 101 students how to make eggs. Ethics was canceled due to…lack of bacta? I wonder if I ought to be concerned about that.

Nothing from the dorms. Sorry, porg.

*chittering*

Why would I apologize to the rest of you for not having many notes? You don’t care. He does!

Finally, one note from the town. Lucifer was at The Devil’s Nest playing piano and arguing with Tiny about appropriate song choices.

That’s all I have. Try not to freeze. It’s cold.

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This was entirely Anakin's fault for bragging to Rey about how everyone else got the flu in his house but him.

Class cancelled. Germs are the worst. Earth needs bacta. -AS

[OOC: Both muns have had Days. We'll get you next week!]

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"Okay," Raiden said. "Now that you're familiar with the equipment, let's talk food! Specifically, let's talk eggs. Now, there are a million ways to cook eggs. You could make a whole class out of that! In fact, hmm." He paused, then said, "Something to think about for the future," and shook it off. "Today we're going to make scrambled eggs, because they're easy and delicious. With toast, you've got a great breakfast, or any meal, really. Breakfast for dinner is always a great choice!"

Raiden proceeded to demonstrate how to make scrambled eggs and toast for the class. "You can also add stuff to your eggs, from herbs to cheese or even some bacon or veggies to make 'a scramble,' which is like an omelet only you don't have to be so fussy with it. The sky's the limit! Get to cooking," he encouraged them.

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Hey there, Fandom. What up, it's me, ya girl Arden Finch, bringing you all of yesterday's top stories today. I'm oddly cold in this radio station, so we're skipping over all the cute commentary so I can run back to Midnight and cuddle up under my blankets, let's goooo!

School started with Squirrel!, where we denied our ADHD tendencies to put together a puzzle, and then Beginning Gourmet Cooking Techniques made cookies to impress upon us the importance of measuring. Honestly, if I got cookies in exchange for learning more things, I'd probably be a genius. And in Tasks, Professor Pryde-Barton had people trying to get potatoes into holes without touching the red green and the squirrels assure me this makes sense in context, but also, they're drunk before ten am, so you tell me how trustworthy they are.

No Dorms which I'm good with because of the aforementioned cold, and in Town, it was Caleb's - hi, Caleb! - first day at Furnado. Congrats! At the Trooper Station, Officer McGarrett was making important phone calls, and at the Infinite Consortium, Professor Vess found a mask that the squirrels assure me is 'creepy af', before Sairis - hi, Sairis! - stopped by for tea and to catch her up on his week. Professor James Stark brought fries to the Clinic, and at The Devil's Nest, Mr. Tiny was trying to convince Mr. Northman that the people would want popcorn-infused rum.

...That sounds very dubious and I don't even drink.

But anyway! That's all my notes, so this is ya girl, Arden Finch, signing off and heading back to bed. I'll be leaving with you Asha's Queen of Bad Decisions, which represents my decision to go outside at all today. Bye, Fandom!

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"'Contemporary British'," Lucifer echoed, eyeing Tiny as if he'd lost his mind. "And pray tell, what's 'contemporary British'? Dua Lipa? Absolutely not."

Tiny polished the bar with a swipe.

"Why not?" Lucifer said, shaking his head. "I'm not dunking on her qualities as a hook writer, it's just that I am not a trend-chasing Devil, Tiny. Honestly."

He adjusted his jacket and eyed the keys. "No," he said. "Hm. Contemporary British..." He put his hands down on the keys.

Ah, yes.

"So rock 'n roll, so corporate suit-- So damn ugly, so damn cute. So well-trained, so animal, so need-your-love, so fuck-you-all..." He hammered down on the chords. "I'm not scared of dying, I just don't want to; if I stopped lying, I'd just disappoint you-- watch me come undone!"

[[ the devil's nest is open ]]

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After putting a potato in a hole this morning, Stark arrived at the clinic with coffee and...french fries. It seemed like a day for potato products.

"Brought snacks," he said, putting everything down on a counter behind the front desk. "And coffee. Always coffee."

Even the crab got fries which he eagerly snapped up.

"Good weekend?" one nurse asked.

"Just quiet," Stark answered. "Very quiet."

The clinic was open, the crab was stuffed with potato (not like that), and the alien was in.

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Once again the students were in the Danger Shop, in front of the house. There was a golf hole with a flag in the distance, surrounded by a red mat around it. Surely whatever it was would be easy!

"Sorry about last week," Kitty said. "Was a lion, et cetera. But we're back this week, and if you follow me, I'll get you into your own scenarios. Come on, it'll be fun."

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Morning, guys! This is Kitty, and sorry for last week. I was a lion. Makes it hard to read notes. These things happen.

So we have Gregorith was jamming out to some Chappell Roan at the museum. He also made his way to The Perk, where he met Saris, who was a little thrown off by him.

And that's all I've got. Till next week, unless I see you in classes.

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It was always the luck of the draw when Lilian was unpacking crates. She might find anything from a priceless historical treasure to a hideous, indestructible doll with razor legs. Sometimes, she even found things relevant to her own history; usually items of Dominarian make that she recognized but every so often, things she specifically recognized. After all, kick around for a couple hundred years and visit dozens of planes and eventually the odds just fell in favor.

Very few earned such an immediate response as today's item, however. A mask. Not just any mask, but a mask meant to look like Griselbrand, one of the four demons with whom she'd made a deal with for the return of her youth, her immortality, and some measure of her old power in exchange for her battered and tarnished soul.

One of the two that she had already killed in order to get said battered and tarnished soul back.

Unearthing it from the packing material, Liliana wasn't sure whether to laugh or to gloat. Griselbrand was dead and she was gloriously alive, after all.

But receiving such an idem was quite the unexpected happenstance...even moreso when one considered that the dragon that had sent her here was the very same dragon that had brokered the demonic deal she was still benefitting from.

A coincidence? A gift? A threat?

Liliana couldn't tell.

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"Today," Hannibal announced, "we're going to discuss measuring. When following recipes, it's important to measure correctly. Dry ingredients and wet ingredients are measured differently."

He discussed how most common items were measured, then presented them all with a simple recipe. "Today, we will each make a batch of these cookies. We will discuss each step as we go through it - how to properly position the oven racks and pre-heat it, how to measure everything, and how to cook them. Please ask for any additional help you may need."

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When everyone arrived in the classroom, they'd find the chairs all pushed aside to clear a space in the middle of the floor, and Jon holding a box.

"One thing that's supposed to help concentration and stress is doing puzzles. All sorts, including things like sudoku and crosswords." Which he had considered, but decided to forego. You're welcome, medieval Henry.

"So I thought we could work on one together." Surely that would foster cooperation and nobody would get annoyed at someone else doing the puzzle wrong or piece-hoarding, right?

He opened up the box and poured the pieces into a pile, then set up the box to one side.

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Eric arrived at the bar to discover Tiny's celebration of National Popcorn Day had taken over the place. "You're cleaning this up," he said, walking through a six inch pile of the stuff on the floor. "And no one wants popcorn-infused rum."

The bar was open! Maybe one of you would prove Eric wrong and actually want popcorn=infused rum?

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Steve finished up a bit of paperwork, delaying the call he needed to make to Honolulu. (And he was definitely delaying if he was voluntarily doing paperwork.)

Finally he picked up the phone. "Howzit, Chin," he began. "Danny and I were thinking that since we're here so much, we might look at expanding the Five-O team back home. Can you put out some feelers, see if you can turn up any likely candidates?"

After another ten minutes of chatting, he hung up and wondered why putting out that request felt like defeat.

The Trooper Station was open! Please give Steve a distraction.

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"Mornin' critters," Caleb greeted the animals as he went on his rounds. "First day on th' job."

He made sure everyone was alive, double checked what needed checking (like who got what to eat). "Okay who's hungry?"

He stared at one dog to make sure it was breathing. It was, just a very deep sleeper.

Furnado is open.

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Here we are, back on our correct day! Hello, folks. This is Tony Stark with the news. I really ought to work on the newscaster voice sometime. Just for fun.

I'll make a note.

Okay, we have just a little bit from yesterday, Sairis learned about the wonder that is The Perk before meeting Greg and discussing demons and summonings and that sort of thing. Magic. Not exactly my wheelhouse.

But that appears to be all we've got. Stay warm, folks!

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Gregorith's best friend Beleth had had a garage band when they were teenager, and occasionally still indulged in this hobby. Usually in the form of karaoke. His current go-to was a metal version of Pink Pony Club, which Lily had secretly recorded and sent to Greg.

This was what he was listening and dancing to as he set up the desk and made sure the lobby was squared away. He made sure the volume was at a reasonable level when he went to check on the butterflies but they seemed to enjoy it as well.

The museum is open.

[It's not GWAR, but it's semi-canon for Greg]

Current Mood: Dancy
Current Music: Pink Pony Club (pick your favorite version)

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Sairis was finally, tentatively working his way out into the town to learn more about it. He still had a bit of coin left, since he hadn't had to pay for food or lodging, so he made his way around the place until he saw something that looked at least a little familiar.

Only it apparently wasn't a tavern, it was a shop just for tea and coffee?

Sairis got a coffee and let the person talk him into something sweet called a "peppermint white mocha", then sat at a table and sipped it while he poked at his phone some more.

[Open post!]

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Good morning, everyone! It is I, Miss Lydia Bennet, here once again with all the news the squirrels saw fit to report. Don't try to understand their choices. It is not for our minds to know.

Let's see...I suppose we should begin with the school, shouldn't we? In Overcoming Obstacles, the students...practiced being bitten by Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers' dogs? That cannot be correct. I suspect the squirrel assigned to that class was very drunk indeed. Combat 101 learned some basic self-defense, which sounds more accurate, well done, Combat 101 squirrel, and Cupcakes of the World learned about the cupcakes of Australia. We've an Australian restaurant here on this very island, if any of you are curious about more of their cuisine!

Next, moving along to--

*excited trilling*

Yes, the dormitory. The porg is very excited. In the second floor common room, Mr. Karkaroth was preparing a meal when he was joined by Mr. Henry of Skalitz and his dog, to whom Mr. Dooley introduced himself. Mr. Dooley and Mr. Karkaroth discussed how they are adapting to modern technology. Apparently Mr. Dooley doesn't have a phone yet. Imagine!

In the town, Miss Skywalker was doing some work on the roof at her warehouse, assisted by Dean Skywalker, whilst at the forge Mr. Henry of Skalitz was considering making more horseshoes. A blacksmith can never have enough horseshoes, I've always heard! And finally, at the Devil's Nest, Mr. Morningstar was, as always, at his pianoforte. With that, dear listeners, I shall leave you and hie myself off in search of tea. Farewell until next week!

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