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I've been thinking (don't tell me, yes, I know that's a dangerous thing) and I've had some ideas I kind of wanted to mention, but I wasn't sure what I wanted to throw out there, and that meant I didn't write anything.

So I'm just going to toss out my ideas like spaghetti and see what sticks.

(Please don't throw spaghetti at the wall. The best way to tell if it's done is to take a bite. You'll know if it's al dente.)

[hand sketched knife, bowl & whisk, eggs, and a few veggies]

I've been thinking about the menus for May. Do you have any favorite dishes you'd like to have? Anything you've been missing maybe? Or things we have but you want more often? As long as we have the ingredients (and who knows, maybe, if we make it clear we want it, something new will be added to the food stores), I'm happy to make it, or learn if you'll teach me, or try to reverse engineer it from your descriptions (as long as you're willing to taste test along the way for feedback.

[hand drawn flourish, complete with sketched pen at the end]

I know we had a sign-up way back when where people listed what subjects they could and were willing to teach, but from what I remember, a lot of those things were more in-depth topics that were going to take investment of time and effort to learn. But I was wondering, what about more discrete options, demonstrations, things you could maybe pick up the basics at least in an afternoon.

Like how to make an omelet. Or turning doodles into something more. Or, I don't know, how to foxtrot.

Kind of an "each one, teach one" thing. Somebody picks something they're good at doing and an afternoon, and whoever wants to learn they can. And then another day, someone else teaches something they're good at.

I'm probably not explaining myself very well. It's just an idea.

st_argateman

Jack had taken up jogging as one of the ways to pass the time. The interesting thing about where he was stuck was it seemed like jogging different paths and directions always gave something new for him to see. It was the early hours of the morning when he took off on a jog. The weather was nice and the coolness of the morning meant that he wouldn't overheat while running. About an hour into his jog, he slowed to a halt. There was a baby deer that appeared to be trapped in some leafless bush. Its leg was bleeding, presumably from trying to get out of its entanglement. He slowly approached the deer and crouched, beginning to try and free the baby animal.

~*~

Ned was a-buzz since Peter mentioned the news of him going all the way with Liz. He finally had a friend that had done it. Peter Parker was both Spider-Man and not a virgin - he was living his ultimate life. This was what preoccupied Ned's thoughts as he sat in the lobby trying to program part of the video game he and Peter were working on. He kept making way more mistakes than he normally would.

Finally he decided to stop and switch projects. His other project required less thought since it was almost done. After several key strokes later, he placed a small homemade helicopter on the coffee table. He pressed ENTER. The propeller on the helicopter started to spin and it flew up a foot in the air. Ned grinned, pleased.

~*~

Liz sat on one of the lounge chairs outside by the pool with her journal beside her and chemistry homework out on her lap. On top of her chemistry homework was her sketchbook. She couldn't quite concentrate today, either, though she wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was what happened on the weekend with her and Peter or maybe it was the conversation she had with Mr. Stark. She decided that trying to draw, despite not having Piotr around, would be helpful. There were some flowers trying their hardest to bloom and she tried to draw them where she sat. Of course, she was still too critical on herself and she continuously erased her work and started over

~*~

Not too far away from Liz was Bo on a yoga mat. She was stretched out doing yoga int leggings and a work out bra and currently doing the triangle pose. She was stressed, but she didn't know why exactly. Maybe it wasn't stressed as frustrated, but she still couldn't pinpoint why. She moved to the downward dog, giving anyone who was paying attention a rather good view of her backside as she tried to stop her mind from wandering, but it was hard. She let out a little frustrated breath.

~*~

Alec was coming back from his own run. He still had energy to burn so he made a change in course and he headed toward the pool which seemed to be pretty busy, though no one was actually swimming. As he neared the pool he toed off his shoes and then pulled off his shirt, leaving a trail of his clothes as his pants where last and he dove into the deep end. He didn't come up right away either. He let the cool water hug his body. Finally, he pushed off the bottom of the pool and surfaced.

~*~

Mary wasn't outside. She was in the bakery trying some vegan recipes for brownies and cookies. It wasn't necessarily because she was vegan, but she thought that she should have some option for people who might be. So far there were two abandoned batches of brownies on the table - one wasn't sweet enough and one had used too much applesauce. She mixed the pumpkin mix into the new batch and poured it in, hoping the third time was the charm.

st_james

Has anyone misplaced the ability to short electrical outlets, break plumbing and move everyday objects with an accompanying... light show?

And if so, might you be willing to tell me how to stop it before I destroy my room?

st_igmatized

Need someone to come put me down.

No, really.

I don't know how it happened but I know what happened and everyone walking by my door smells delicious and the only reason I haven't done anything is this severe light allergy I thought was no longer a part of my life, so someone get the hell to Safari Room with a wooden stake, please.

st_oriedqueen

Finished with self-imposed paperwork and emergency planning for the week, Regina permitted herself a leisurely ride on this absolutely gorgeous spring day. After a good gallop, Grace was content to walk, cropping at dried scrub and new shoots when Regina gave her rein. Regina steered the mare gently toward the west; she could teleport, of course, but she appreciated the quiet of riding toward the beach. She found, in the wake of Henry's Christmas visit, she more often craved the scent of the salt air and ocean breezes. Of course, the Pacific never quite smelled like the Atlantic, always warmer and less bracing somehow, but it soothed the wildness in her just the same.

Back at the Inn, Kitty busied herself with stocking the pool bar and generally setting up for the warmer seasons. The pool had been skimmed of winter detritus and chlorinated by the staff-spectre she rarely if ever saw, and there were fresh towels set out like a proper resort. Since the choice of music was hers, the air around the bar filled with dance beats, Afro-Caribbean today, and Kitty moved right into it. She didn't usually dance at work, but she felt bright today and maybe Lara would come down and work with her and they could goof around Cocktail style.

Sam passed through the Copper Cafe in search of a cup of coffee and a salad, or one of the two gorgeous women he'd somehow wound up involved with. His brow scrunched like a caterpillar hurrying away from a predator while he semi-consciously outpaced thoughts about babies and brothers, and possibly babies and girlfriends. His mild scowl wasn't helped by the pack of spirits trailing him and chatting at him about the lives of his family members. He'd asked them not to gossip about people he wasn't close with, but as a consequence, they talked rapidly and often about River's most recent oddness or his mother and Hathaway acting like...well, like him and Molly and Bo, and no thanks. Ditto on Dean and Jane. For all that he looked a little bothered, there wasn't anything menacing or aggressive about it. If anything, the slight tilt of his head as he strolled through the Inn looked thoughtful, as though he listened to something somewhat distant.

Lillith had come to a bit of a routine for arrival days, and around noon, she sat for tea with River Song. They spoke little, and it was difficult to tell whether the women even liked each other. But for all that, Lillith was content with the ritual. If Curnen sang, she would go out to the lawn next and listen. In fact, on such a sunny day, she would undoubtedly flop on the lawn with a sketchbook and a practice notebook, letting her mind float between image and spellcraft as it would. Out here, she would quickly veil herself at the approach of anyone new, but she often was distracted enough that they might catch her in her true form with her all unaware.

Around them, the Inn hummed and buzzed with the happy energy of winter giving way to spring. The most patient and subtle would undoubtedly note the undercurrents of tension, fear, frustration, and boredom that built up over time. But for day, at least so far as this four were aware, the worst of it had been suspended, in favor of enjoying warm sun and the company of friends.

[OOC: GP. It's a gorgeous day. Come and play! All four of mine can be available. Ping me if you're inspired to tag. <3 Welcome, Carol, Toby, and Number Five!]

st_rongliketeflon

Her mother had always made pie making look so easy. Amy DeLuca's pie were the best in Roswell and a selling point in Liz's parents' cafe. Maria decided to try and make some of her mother's famous Keylime pie to stave off the homesickness she was starting to feel. So far her attempts were poor.

"Third time's the charm, right?" She said as she slide a pie slice over to Brad. He had volunteered to help her taste-test and hadn't died from her two previous attempts. "I promise I put less salt in this one."

Brad nodded and dug in. He chewed thoughtfully. He then smiled.

"This isn't half bad," He said. "It tastes like Keylime this time for sure."

Maria took a bite of her own and pumped her arm.

"Yes!" She said. "Not quite as good as my mom's, but it's edible."

"I'll take this one to go," He said, lifting the plate with a nod.

Maria nodded back and watched as Brad walked over to the table he had previously been occupying. There was a series of psychology books strewn about. They all seemed focused on depression or other behavioral illnesses.

Maria took another bite of hers and looked over her hand-written recipe as she tried to decide what to change to make it more like mom's.

st_udieshard

Samirah was still exploring the area and getting the lay of the land. She already flew around the inn as far and as high as she could get and reconfirmed what others had already discovered. She saw no evidence of entrances to the Nine Realms and she was slowly coming to terms with the idea that she would be stuck here for some time until a solution presented itself. She would take the time to train, she thought, and grow stronger so that when she returned, she could resume her duties better than ever.

She walked around the outside of the inn and through the garden. She visited the library and discovered some advanced Calculus books. She retrieved one of those and ended up at the restaurant. She was hungry and she had a simple salad out in front of her. Since there was no way to confirm if the chicken was Halal or not, she would have to stick to fruit and vegetable until she found a way to confirm it.

Currently she sat at the table eating her salad while reading the book on advanced calculus. She would not let her studies fall to the wayside while being stuck in another realm.

st_alksthroughwalls

Burning up whenever she'd 'lived' too long was hella inconvenient.

Terrifying the first few times, too, but once she got used to that, it wasn't that different from becoming insubstantial. But being reborn from ashes? That full on sucked. Not because it hurt particularly. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but neither were the pointe shoes and the headdress she'd taken from the box to go with the Firebird costume she'd been working on for the last few months.

No, the part of being reborn from ashes that sucked was the mouth, eyes, ears, nose and other mucus membranes coated in ashes that came with it. Gross trumped uncomfortable and inconvenient any day. And the worst part was that if she tried to get herself totally cleaned up, she barely had enough time to do anything before she was ashes again.

Tending bar with bird claws was damn near impossible as it was. So by the time the newcomer arrived, she'd given up and taken to drifting lazily on the warm currents. She burned up less often that way.

[ OOC: Feel free to use this post for any November 1 costume related needs, but Kitty is only available for Valkyrie. ]

st_huntermom

Mary was helping Caroline with providing the sweets for the party - cupcakes, cookies, Rice Krispies, and a bunch of other things. There was 'real food' provided by the restaurant. there were alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks all themed for the event of Halloween and there is even music to. Caroline's decorating skills where again proven as the entire space looked as if it had been turned into Halloweentown.

Mary's at the last tray of cupcakes that look like they had spiders on them down on the table and sighed. Her work for the party was done and now she can relax. She was already in costume with some blue and pink streaks in her hair and a t-shirt that hung up one shoulder that had a skull in the front. Her makeup was indicative of a punk rocker and she even had a fake nose ring on. Now all she had to hope was that Hathaway was going to keep up his end of the bargain or else she might look up at silly.

st_alksthroughwalls

Date: August 18ish, 2018

Kitty and Sunny deal with Maya's departure and the things she left behind.

[Here | PG | FTB - completed | grief, POC issues]

st_arkcrowblack

Anybody coming to find out what all the noise in the lobby had been about would find a girl sitting on the floor with a cat in her lap, bloodied hands stroking over its black fur.

When Yasmeen had gone away, when Sansa had gone away, Snow had managed to get herself out and away from the inn where she could let her noise out without fearing any person, or more importantly, the horses. And both those times, Kash had found her and helped her scrape herself back together. She had come so much to rely on him being there, that at first she hadn't believed it. She'd gone searching, like a child trying to grasp the meaning of dead. She'd wandered all over the grounds, gone to his room, gone to the stables, gone to the clinic, walked miles of paths. It was only then that she'd given up and asked Darryl.

Then she lost her shit.

She howled, threw anything small and breakable that she could lay her hands on, and punched the walls until her knuckles were raw and bleeding.

What was she going to do without him? Kash had always been there for her when she didn't think she could talk to anybody else. He had saved Juno. Who would help her now when any of the animals were injured or sick? Who would hear what she was saying, even when she couldn't say it? He was her friend. Perhaps the best friend she'd ever had.

This was what happened when you trusted people. They just left. They just fucking left.

And she probably would have screamed herself hoarse if it weren't for the feeling of a furry little body slinking around one of her ankles. Of course she wouldn't have been the only one left behind (which was a cruel and unfair thing to think, she was not the only person who loved Kash. She just didn't care right now). She crumpled to her knees and Socks climbed into her lap. After a long moment she began to pet him, no longer the little kitten she'd held out to Kash last Christmas. There was no peace in the silence, but she could not continue to rage with Socks holding her down. The moment he left that place, it would all rise up again. So for now, she sat there in the mess she'd made, staring at nothing, her blood running into his fur.

st_opsummoningme

( Illyana and Kitty pregame the art sale with some complicated feels... )

************

The library would have made more sense. And felt all wrong. So Illyana had agreed to Kitty's suggestion of having an impromptu art show of Piotr's work in the Copper Cafe. Perhaps 'art sale' would be more technically correct, though something of a misnomer when no money or trade would be expected. Illyana wasn't keeping Piotr's many works, was the point, but destroying them or shutting them away never to be seen again would have felt sacrilegious in its own right. The best solution would be for other residents to come take away some of Piotr's artwork and keep it for their own enjoyment. If they could remember her brother in such a way... Or if they could at least find in his artistic renderings some piece of beauty that he must have intended to express. That seemed fitting.

It was also a socially acceptable place to drink, which was absolutely relevant to their interests. They spent a good hour arranging canvases on the walls and propping them up against the booths and stools, laying out sketchbooks and drawings (save a few special items), passing a bottle of vodka liberally between them all the while. That done, Illyana updated her previous journal entry announcing Piotr's departure to invite everyone to stop by, and the pair of them settled in more than a bit drunkenly to recount their favorite Piotr stories as they waited.

Tag Kitty or Illyana under their TL. We're not dictating every work of art available - as long as it's not too crazy a subject, please assume your character can find something of interest to their taste!

st_opsummoningme

To: All
From: INR

Subject: Piotr Rasputin Departure

It has been brought to my attention that my brother Piotr has departed this plane in what is referred to at the inn as "checking out."

I understand that Piotr acted as a teacher, a farmer, and an artist within this community. I know that some of you will miss him. I have consented to the inclusion of his name in the memorial for the departed within the temple.

EDIT: Piotr's artwork is now available in the Copper Cafe. Kitty and I are presiding. Come take Piotr's artwork away. For free. Just come take it. Now.

st_opsummoningme

After collecting their respective shut-ins, Illyana and Kitty strategize how best to enjoy their time in Iceland with Geralt and Hathaway. Their priorities (and sobriety) are somewhat different...
( You ever tried to say no to her? )

st_abby

The damp, cool, chilly morning clouded with fog seemed to fit the mood about the Madonna Inn. Nobody had been quite right since the undead invasion. Definitely not Vax'ildan. But for him, it was less about their sense of day-to-day calm and safety shattered, less about undead specifically. It was a lot more to do with losing Scanlan and Pike, and the new memorials installed in the Temple.

He wondered about it, not for the first time, even as he readied for the fresh arrivals that might be coming today - or not, because they didn't always. What decided who came and went? Was there any sense in how many and when or why? Not so far as he could tell, but he'd never been the brains.

Gathering up the great heap of cloth and rope in his arms, the lean figure summoned the wings of his armor, the black of his silhouette merging with the other dark and shifting shapes skulking about in the first light of dawn. With a crouch and a lunge from the roof, he spread his wings wide and circled through the air right up to the face of the main building, unfurling the massive banner he'd sewn of spare bedsheets and painted with dark dye to tie it up taut:

WELCOME NEWCOMERS
YES, THIS MEANS YOU
NO REALLY WE'RE SURE

Life kept going on around you, no matter how confused or scared or fucked-up you were. And the best thing, the kindest thing, the sanest thing he could think to do in all this was to start up the coffee machine, stack some decorated pumpkin-shaped cookies on a platter in the lobby, and prop open the doors for whoever would join them in being confused and scared and fucked-up today.

st_aff

At the crest of the mountain, Coc'zac sat atop Nazu's head looking through a glass that Hotor held to his eye. Vokva sat beside them, little more than a pile of bones atop a pile of rocks, and Hafur paced behind them, holding the troops in check. They milled in the pre-dawn gloom, skeletons, wights, zombies, wraiths, and all manner of undead creatures. Periodically, Nazu swept the space behind them with their tail bowling over anyone who'd gotten too close.

The first pinpoint of light had Coc'zac's teeth chattering with excitement in his disembodied head. Today was the day he'd been planning for. Soon, soon the Inn and its occupants would be his. Nazu unleashed a heavy sigh tinged with poison and necrosis. Fortunately the troops were all dead already, and Coc'zac didn't have anything in the way of arms to hit them with.

It fell to Hafur to gesture the troops forward as punctuation to Coc'zac's 'rousing' speech, and together they crept through the portal, avoiding its fizzing and popping edges demarcated in what would be neon blue, if they could still see in color. They couldn't properly hear either, but they were aware of the noise and the danger it marked.

Once they were all through, the advance scouts, four bands of skeleton archers swept quietly as they could through the shadows to take up position around the main buildings, prepared to pick off anyone who exited--for example for a pre-sun jog. And once they'd settled into wary, silent waiting, occasionally interrupted by the pop of a joint or the clatter of toe bones on stone, the next wave rolled in finding shadows to hide in until the residents emerged with the wights taking point.The bone naga and three flameskulls slipped through the lobby doors and stealthed toward the offices, assuming to find the command center there.

It wasn't long before the invaders caught the notice of the residents, and then shouts began to echo through the grey light and journals filled with messages and reminders of siege plans. Several strongly worded messages urged the kids and those without weapons or fighting skills to head for the Temple where the Hallow spell would protect them from unholy undead things.

And so the battle for the Madonna Inn began...

st_arkravinghazelnut

The next time Tony Stark was willing to enter the hotel bar was when he felt he was on enough of an even keel to do so. That didn't come until a few days later and a lot of specially-applied (adaptive, he swore) coping mechanisms for his situation as it stood. There was still much of the hotel to explore, but there was no reason he couldn't establish a few safe-landing places in the meanwhile.

Donned in his familiar layered shirt and jeans combo, Tony meandered into the bar and made right for the counter. He didn't waste time awkwardly taking stock of his surroundings, since he tended to march into every room like he owned the place.

"I'll get a scotch. I'm starving." He requested of whoever was on staff that night, settling onto the stool. "S'il vous plaît."

st_ayedhidden

It was Saturday and Annie was still at the inn. There was still a lot to figure out about the inn and everything that was going on. The Peter Parker here had a girlfriend and it wasn't her mom. Annie didn't like to think about it.

She found chalk at the boutique. Chalk helped her think and helped her keep busy.

The parking lot was covered in flowers, trees, and chalk rainbows. There was something that might have looked like Spider-Man and next to him a woman next to him with red hair.

The pictures were abandoned for a game of hopscotch. She threw a rock on number 6 and started to hop.

st_alksthroughwalls

To: Liz

How are you doing with Peter having a child?

st_arkintern

to: everyone

Before anyone asks, Annie is my daughter.

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st_ackeddeck - text to everyone
st_argateman - Spring Time (Multiup OTA)
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st_oriedqueen - Check-In Day: Around the Inn
st_rongliketeflon - [EP] Pies (OTA)
st_udieshard - [OTA- Feb 9] Exploring and Math
st_alksthroughwalls - Check-In Day: A Carnival of WTFery
st_huntermom - [GP] Halloween Party
st_alksthroughwalls - [ Linkdrop ] the sound of silence (Kitty x Sunny)
st_arkcrowblack - [EP] The eye of the storm
st_opsummoningme - [EP] Illyana & Kitty - Rasputin Family Art Sale
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st_opsummoningme - [Log] Illyana & Kitty & Geralt & Hathaway - Iceland is for Shut-Ins - Backdated to 6/23
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st_aff - Inn-world Combat: The Dread Reign
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Entries tagged with kitty pryde

text to everyone

Spring Time (Multiup OTA)

Text to Everyone

Text to everyone

Check-In Day: Around the Inn

[EP] Pies (OTA)

[OTA- Feb 9] Exploring and Math

Check-In Day: A Carnival of WTFery

[GP] Halloween Party

[ Linkdrop ] the sound of silence (Kitty x Sunny)

[EP] The eye of the storm

[EP] Illyana & Kitty - Rasputin Family Art Sale

Text to Everyone Re: Piotr's Departure

[Log] Illyana & Kitty & Geralt & Hathaway - Iceland is for Shut-Ins - Backdated to 6/23

[EP/GP] Check-In: I Assure You We Are Open

Inn-world Combat: The Dread Reign

Bar Meetings (Kitty & Tony)

Hopscotch (OTA)

Text to Liz; backdated

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