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Class was in the Danger Shop, and your teachers were actually there. Isabela stood at the wheel of the increasingly improbable star ship, and Aphra was making a show of looking though a pair of electrobinoculars.

"It's our last class today, and we've trained you well for our maiden voyage through the stars." Had you Isabela? Had you? "Luckily, it should be easy sailing."

As if very subtly prompted Aphra waved her hands and yelled "Enemy fleet to starboard!"

Was she going to elaborate on which enemy it was? No, Aphra had far too many to pick one.

"To stations, crew," Isabela declared. "They'll never take us."

stykera posting in

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Welcome to another Wednesday. Hopefully nothing is on fire. There are so many candles. So many. And so many squirrel tails in here with so many candles…

Right. Let’s start with the notes from the school. There was a snowball fight for Reclaming Your Childhood. Diplomacy had to deal with a fake and terrible party thrown by Anakin. I would expect a party from Anakin to be terrible. And then we had a meal open to everyone in my Dealing With Other People’s Trauma class. I have leftovers if anyone is hungry. Maybe I should ask Raiden…

And I have nothing from the dorms and the porg is not on fire yet and neither are any squirrels. Somehow.

And now, the notes from the town. Erasmus was judging the flamingos in the park. That seems fair. Arden was also judging them for being bullies. And Henry was taking his horse for a walk and Erasmus met the horse. Who is named Pebbles and did not bite. Kitty looked at the tiny town on Selkie Peak before heading to Caritas and dealing with Tino who was decorating the bull. Oh dear.

That seems to be all. Enjoy the candles. Try not to set anything on fire.

witchoftheflesh posting in

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Unlike some beleagured librarians, Adrian was having a lovely day with the candles. He had the lights turns off, letting the candles and the sunlight provide the illumination, there were plenty of plants around to add to the festive feeling, and he'd spent much of the last few days baking, so there were plenty of ~~moddable~~ Christmas cookies around for people to enjoy, as well as merry carols playing quietly in the shop.

Christmas wasn't exactly one of his holidays (Blackwood witches celebrated Yule), but it was close enough and the important thing was that it spread joy and cheer, right?

afraid_of_marshmallows posting in

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How were they literally a week out from Christmas? Arden was not prepared. Arden was the opposite of prepared. And Arden wasn't about to get any more prepared during her shift today. Yes, the candles that had shown up today were very pretty and she loved how not flammable they seemed to be, but she didn't love how hard the gremlins were working to test that inflammability.

So yeah, her day was spent running around and keeping gremlins from trying to light the library, the books, the furniture, and themselves on fire.

"None of these things are the lights of Hanukkah, you jerks!" she seethed.

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Good morning/afternoon/evening everyone! It's time to sign up for your Spring 2026 Classes! These sign-ups are for EVERYONE: students, teachers, and townies. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY. Please read the following before you start signing up:

1) Teacher and Student Class Expectations! The all important guideline for what is expected of the players in Fandom High. Please give it a once-over even if you've seen it in some form or other before - consider it a good thing to click and read while I put up the OCD!

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The Important Stuff About Signing Up For Classes

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2) If it's OOC for your character to take a class but you really want to take it anyway, just sign them up and we'll pretend it was an IG paperwork mishap. "Blame the moose" has been working for years!

3) If you sign up, please, please try to show up. It lets the mods judge if you're still in the game and it makes the work the teachers are putting into coming up with something fun to interact with so worth it.

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And now we get to what you really want to see: Spring Classes!!!!

FH class sign-ups will close at 11:59pm Eastern on Friday, January 2nd, and are IG knowledge at the Welcome Picnic.

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[OOC: WAIT FOR THE OCD I AM VERY TIRED IT COULD TAKE A HOT SECOND]

atreideslioness posting in

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Posters had ~~handwavily~~ been up across the island for a week, advertising a free snowball fight getaway, and now a giant portal was waiting on the front steps to the same winter wonderland that Ghanima's students would recognize from last week.

This week, however, anyone who ventured through it would find a few pre-made snow barriers set up around the hills. Not full-on snowforts, people would have to build those themselves, but drifts large enough for a person to take cover behind in a pinch.

"Welcome to our final class for Reclaiming Your Childhood, and welcome to our friends and neighbors who opted to join us," Ghanima said cheerfully, nonchalantly holding on to the back of Trebor's jacket as he lunged for the portal, giggling, straining against his mother's grip. "--no, not yet, dearest. Spannungsbogen."

"--as I was saying. Welcome to the All-Fandom Snowball Battle! Your rules today are this -- have fun. Let go of your inhibitions. And do your best to let your inner child free." With that, she let go of Trebor, and let him go tumbling through the portal, squealing in delight. "The child is not off-limits, he will put a snowball down your jacket if you let him. He's as rude as his uncle."

"Have fun!"

sith_happened posting in

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Have you heard George Michael's Christmas song yet? Because now you will! All. Class. Long.

Your teachers were from a galaxy far, far away and didn't know about such things, of course.

"For your final exam, we are throwing you a party," Anakin said.

"We both worked very hard on it." This was technically not a lie. "And our feelings will be hurt if you don't like it." This was a lie.

"I chose the music," Anakin said proudly because he was slightly evil sometimes still, "and Ahsoka got the food. It will arrive at some point. Wasn't it supposed to be here?"

"It will be here when it arrives," Ahsoka said, with the calmness of someone who knew exactly how late the food was going to be. "I spent all the catering budget on it after all."

You know in case anyone was foolishly hoping there'd at least be an open bar.

"And then we'll have a white elephant swap," Anakin said. He'd wrapped a rotisserie chicken because there was something quite wrong with him.

"Remember, a lot of thought has gone into these presents." Terrible, terrible thoughts.

stykera posting in

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The classroom was set up with something of a feast today. No terrible fancy foods. Nothing like what, say, Ignis and Liliana might have provided, or the caterers for one of Tony and Steve’s parties. But there was takeout from a variety of Fandom restaurants and there were baked goods provided by the teacher himself. He wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to make cupcakes for a group, now was he?

“Welcome,” Stark said. “As you can see, there’s plenty of food. Plenty to take with you for later if you need, as well.”

“We’ve talked about how holidays, and winter itself, can be hard for people. Sometimes a gathering like this might help. Or just having someone bring you food might help. Sometimes it’s the small things, like a bit of company or a meal, that really make all the difference. And sometimes…sometimes it’s just a nice thing, a good thing, to spend some time with others. Especially in a relaxed way. Parties like we often have here can be overwhelming, sometimes. This ought to be less intimidating.”

Especially since he had no idea who might even show up to this.

“So…let’s eat? Unless someone has something else they’d like to say. I’m always happy to listen.”

[Things have been a bit weird the past few days and I meant to post something about this being VERY OPEN earlier. Ah well. VERY OPEN! If you think you might possibly have heard about it from Stark or a squirrel or a student or a chicken in a cape or whatever please stop by for some free food and company!]

afraid_of_marshmallows posting in

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What up, Fandom. It's me, ya girl Arden Finch coming at you with a new day's worth of news reports. In School--

*wild and excited squawking*

Whoa whoa whoa! Okay okay! I get it! There's a note about the dorms today! We'll get to it, we'll get to it, I promise. But we have an order, okay? First, School. Flight & Flying had us designing our own starfighter and program it into the Danger Shop. And Cryptozoology asked everybody what their favorite cryptids are.

In Dorms--

*Loud noise-makers and drumming*

--because, yes, we have a Dorms note today. Henry was hanging up posters for a communal meal for Professor James Stark's class on Wednesday.

*Wild crowing*

Very good, porg friend. Anyway, moving on to Town, where chickens reigned supreme. At the Infinite Consortium, Professor Vess fought with a white chicken over who got to sit where. In Pizza Planet, Ray took everything with chicken off the menu and can these chickens stay all the time? That'd be great. And at Pick Your Poison, Dr. Isley was basically a chicken babysitter all day. And at the Clinic, the crab was jealous of the keen capes that the chickens had.

And that's all the notes. So this is ya girl Arden Finch, heading out to find today's weird Christmas magic stuff. But I'll leave you with Yo La Tengo's Eight Candles, in celebration of Hanukkah. Have a great day, Fandom!

throughaphase posting in

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Kitty was a little late to work due to taking Lexi to Selkie Peak to see the town lit up at night. (And it being dark meant the kid probably wouldn't notice the puppet people and start asking questions.)

When she got into work, she didn't find Tino at first. Not until he came back in with a load of tangled Christmas lights that he was going to stick on the mechanical bull. Kitty felt like this would end in being able to spot the bull from space, but at least it kept him occupied.

[Open but probably slow for work!]

stringstothesoul posting in

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Erasmus was freezing. It never got this cold in southern Mississippi. However, here he was, out of doors, hands wrapped around a peppermint mocha--tis the season, after all--having gotten a little distracted by some of Fandom's wildlife.

Specifically, as he sat on this park bench, he was trying to figure out if the flamingos were actually were-flamingos and that was why they were this far north in this insane frigid weather (it was almost forty degrees). "You know you guys can tell me if you are, right?" Maybe they didn't like necromancers. "But if you are maybe you should go somewhere heated? Are feathers warm enough for this weather?"

(Open post is open, and brought to you by a short story in Erasmus's universe casually including a were-flamingo like that's a normal thing to have in your urban fantasy universe or something.)

stykera posting in

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"They don't work here, do they?" Stark asked when he saw the chickens in capes wandering around by the front Desk. "Or are they patients? Or just visitors?"

The nurses shrugged. "The crab just showed up one day. Why not chickens? And look how well dressed they are!"

"I do like their capes," Stark had to admit. So stylish!
"But I didn't bring them coffee. Or anything else. Can chickens even have coffee?"

Stabby, meanwhile, seemed to be pouting in his tank about not having a cape of his own. Poor crab.

The clinic was open and full of fancy fowl!

thatsmysword posting in

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So Henry had sort of accidentally talked his Dealing With Other People's Trauma teacher into doing a collective meal this week, and he felt obligated to at least... try to let other people know it was happening?

It took him some time that morning to find the right implements. (He had also managed a paper cut. Who knew you could cut yourself on something that soft and thin? It wasn't like it was metal!)

And now he was going about the dorms putting up the carefully handwritten posters. He knew most people in here, so he figured it would be all right.

IF YUO WAMT FOD THER WILL BEE SOM AT DEELNG WIT OTTER PEELPS TARUMA CLAS TUSDAY, said the posters.

Right, he thought to himself, eyeing his handiwork half an hour later. Perhaps he should ask Supper Club as well? ... Where did Supper Club live when it wasn't Supper Club?

"I should've thought this one through," he said mournfully, scratching the back of his head. (He did not pay attention to the chickens. They didn't register as anything weird.)

[[ open! feel free to catch him around the dorms or in the lobby ]]

joan_of_bark posting in

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"Don't eat that," Pam said.

"That's poisonous to birds," Pam said.

"I-- well, I guess it's free manure," Pam said.

She had hoped to spend some time working in the yard, cleaning up the last leaves and checking in to see how her plants were responding to the weather. But she didn't have time. No, instead, she'd become a chicken babysitter for the day.

"And I-- what are you--"

Or a baby let-chickens-sit-on-her, apparently. "Are you going to be on my shoulder all day?" she asked the little thing.

"Buh bah bup," the hen said decisively, and curled up against her neck.

[[ open ]]

carbsliftthespirit posting in

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"Maybe we take anything with chicken off the menu for the day? I don't wanna upset them. Oh, you're way ahead of me, great...no, no, we can put 'em back tomorrow. Or whenever the chickens are gone. I don't know how they feel about eggs, but that's really more of a problem for Over Easy, isn't it?"

Specials
Roast Beef Pizza with Horseradish Sauce, Provolone, & Au Jus
Christmas Tree Pizza
Mint Brownie Pizza

Pizza Planet is open!

intheeyeofthebeholding posting in

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Jon eyed the chicken in the teacher's seat. Then he carefully leaned up against the desk and relaxed when it didn't attack. Look, whoever was in charge here, it clearly wasn't him.

"This is finals week," Jon announced to the class, "so for your final - I would like you to explain to the class what your favorite cryptid is and why. It can be one we've discussed in class, one we didn't get to, one from your world, or one you've entirely made up, so long as you're descriptive about it."

Look, at least he wasn't making you all write essays about them, which had been his first impulse. He had loosened up!

solo_sword posting in

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The class was back in the Danger Shop one more time, which didn't look like much of anything at first.

"This is our last class," Jaina began. "I want to thank you for taking it, and hopefully you've learned something, or at least had fun with it. And since it's the last class, you're going to be choosing your own adventure. You'll all get to design your own starfighter and program it into the Danger Shop, at which point you'll get to fly around in it before we move on to the next person. Hopefully by now you also have some preferences to plug in there, or you know what you think is cool-looking. That works too."

Please ignore the clucking of a chicken coming from... somewhere.

solo_sword posting in

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-am I supposed to be doing something with them? Why are there capes?

*chittering*

Oh, we're on. Good morning, this is Jaina and some capes wildlife with yesterday's news, because December is... December sometimes.

The pine trees at least had Rey in a good mood at Stark's, while Gregorith decorated the one at the museum. And Tony brought donut bribes for Steve and they talked about his cat behavior and whether the squirrels have forgiven him.

*begrudged chittering*

I think that's a "yeah, sure." That's all I've got. Good day to you and your chickens.

deathsmajesty posting in

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It had been a good weekend in the creepy mansion in the woods. Even though it had been unlikely that they'd go out anywhere, there was something a little special about staying in to avoid a storm-- yes, even if that storm had been made of marshmallows more than snow or rain. Liliana and Ignis had stayed up late listening to the wind howling around the eaves, wrapped in blankets in front of the fireplaces, drinking cocoa and mulled wine (and, of course, coffee), playing chess and the lyre, sharing poetry and music, before finally heading upstairs to bed...and, eventually, to sleep. The next day, they'd enjoyed the chiming trees, Liliana describing how lovely they were in the gathering dusk, the woods around them illuminated by their lights.

Which was why this morning, Liliana was very much looking forward to discovering what today's surprise was. She didn't spot anything in the mansion, nor on the way to the shop...

...It was when she opened the door that she spotted a white chicken in a red cloak. Because it was sitting in her chair, looking for all the world, like queen of everything.

Liliana stared at the chicken. The chicken stared at Liliana. "On the one hand, I appreciate the attitude," she informed it. "On the other hand, that's my chair."

The pure white chicken ignored Liliana and proceeded to preen itself. A moment later it was unceremoniously tossed out of the chair, squawking and fluttering down to the ground. A few moments after that, it was a full on war inside the Consortium.

...Liliana had much preferred the twinkling trees and the marshmallow storm, thank you.

[Ignis modded with permission!]

imafuturist

Well, Tony was back from being a cat for over a week. And he only vaguely had the urge to knock things off tables and bump his head into Steve's shoulder for attention. Which was reasonable and normal for their lives.

But, to make up for being gone, he'd picked up donuts on his way back from the radio station. Did it make up for leaving Steve to hold down the fort that whole time? Eh, 50/50 on that one. But he was trying anyway! "Steve?"

[for the husband!]

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Reclaiming Your Childhood, Tuesday [12/16]

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Fandom Clinic, Monday 12/15

Around the Dorms, Monday

Pick Your Poison, Monday

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