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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_ackeddeck

It didn't take any sort of precognitive abilities to predict some kind of shenanigans on the first of April. Many of the people stuck in the bubble world of the Madonna Inn were from times and places where April Fools' Day pranks were normal, expected... (in many cases) minor annoyances. And then there were the residents who remembered the strange egg hunt from a year ago, and the sometimes confusing explanations of the two holidays falling on the same day and how that related.

Also, life at the inn could be interminable. After a while, people started hoping for some kind of strangeness to happen, just to break up the monotony of being trapped in a kitschy no-snow globe.

So, no. You didn't have to be a mutant fortune teller to expect some kind of joke being pulled. But Emma was, and even she had no idea what was coming, other than it was going to be frustrating and topsy-turny, and the visions she'd been getting from the tarot – and way more reversals than was usual or healthy in her experience – were even less clear than usual.

She definitely didn't foresee waking up without the powers that were as much a part of her as her heart. Or just as suddenly having powers she had no idea how to control. But she did, and she had*, and she was far from the only one. The same thing was happening to people all around the inn.

(*Not to worry. The singe marks should be gone in a day or so. Right?)

[Powers swap GP! Tag in. Tag around. It's a time for out and about at the inn coping (or not) with powers gained (or lost).]

st_guyinthechair

Ned had no idea why he thought this would be a good idea, but everyone looked so cool on the ice and it had looked like so much fun. Fun, however, was not the word he would choose at this current moment as he skated forward and had no way of stopping. The first sign this was a bad idea should have been the wobbling when he first got on the ice. The second one should have been his need to cling to the sideboards.

As he flew forward on the ice, hands out like a scarecrow to try and stay upright, he regretted pushing off the sideboard so hard. He had never actually gone skating before and the lineups at Rockafeller Center were always too long to wait.

"Look out!"

st_ayedhidden

Annie had her eyes closed in the middle of the lobby. She was dressed in a pink hoodie with a black marker hand-drawn Spider-Man symbol on the center of it where a big 'M' used to be. Suddenly, she felt the hairs on the back of her arm lift up and she could see the darkness forming. She turned swiftly around and Annie pointed.

"There!" She said as Tyrone popped up into view.

Tyrone shook his head, but smiled.

"How you do that is crazy," He said.

Tyrone lowered his hood. This girl is 8 and she's got more skill than I do.

"Okay, okay. I need a break," he said to the young girl. "We'll pick this up tomorrow?"

Annie nodded excitedly and waved.

"Okay!" She said.

Annie flopped down on the couch happily while Tyrone headed for the cafe.

[[Find Annie in the lobby and Tyrone on his way to the cafe]]

st_ratagem

Thor and Loki got an early start, because there was a lot to do. Almost two weeks to the day since their first small-but-successful experiment with snow, Loki was confident that he'd improved enough for a bigger experiment. Still snow, because Thor wanted it and it did seem like a decent way to try something big-ish without causing Loki unnecessary grief with the other residents. (It was an arrival day, so there would perhaps be some grief with any new arrivals, but that was entirely acceptable.)

It was before dawn when they went out into the grounds. Thor called up clouds and loaded them with water so they hung low and heavy, covering the sky so that the sun, when it rose, wouldn't ruin the event. Loki took his frost giant shape and staff (now very familiar to his hand) and concentrated on dropping the temperature. Just around the Inn and grounds, but that was enough to be serious effort.

When the snow first started, the flakes were big and wet, and melted as soon as they hit the ground, which was still on the warm side. As they melted, they cooled the ground. After an hour or so, the flakes were smaller and more powdery - real snow, not glorified slush - and they were starting to stick to the ground.

By mid-morning, the Inn and grounds were covered with a thick layer of snow, and it continued to fall.

***

Meanwhile, indoors and inspired by the snow, Hurley and Xavin decided to try and make cookies. Cooking together was fun, since neither of them exactly knew what they were doing apart from 'follow the recipe', but since the point was 'try to make cookies' they ended up with a lot of cookies. Sugar cookies, gingerbread, all kinds.

There was no way they'd be able to eat all of them.

Instead, they loaded them onto trays and hauled them to the cafe, then brought out various frostings and candies for decorating. This had been completely intentional. Completely.

st_opsummoningme

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

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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_ormscoming

Ororo had been at the inn for only a couple of weeks and while she'd gathered some information it had been limited in nature. She'd decided to expand her search and it had the added benefit of getting out of her room.

She'd heard there was a beach, that was something that she'd never seen before in real life. Ororo had seen it in pictures and on TV, but not in person. The closest beach to Cairo had been two hours away and not worth the trip on the bus. She'd needed the money that she stole for living, nothing frivolous like a beach trip.

That wasn't the case now, so she'd walked in the direction others had said to go until she smelled the salted water on the air. Ororo paused, before she caught sight of it and just felt the difference in the atmosphere, it was nice. She continued on until she reached the line between the pavement and the sand. Ororo bent down to take off her shoes before she stepped on the soft sand. To others, it probably would have burnt the bottom of their feet, but hers were so used to hot desert sand, that it didn't register. The only thing that did was the difference and she liked it. There was a small smile to her lips and she ran to the water's edge to kick the salty sea letting the water splash around her and on her.

Ororo had stayed at the beach until her stomach growled from hunger which sent her back toward the inn and food. She thought about getting the meal to sit outside by the pool, but she found that she preferred the ocean water. At least for now, so she'd found a table to enjoy her grilled fish and vegetables. It was another meal that she rarely got, even at the Professor's mansion.

st_hotflashes

Liz was starting to get better at the whole check-in day stuff. She knew she hadn't seen 'everything' yet, but she was learning from watching Kitty and Caroline and the others how to approach distressed, confused, and even angry people. It wasn't always perfect, but she was getting better.

With the help from the bakery, there were muffins on trays in the lobby - Mary had insisted. She insisted on coming in every once in a while to restock the trays too.

Liz had helped bring another tray to the front desk and then moved to sit at one of the couches that had a view of the front doors. She had a complicated science essay for Kitty due in a week and Liz was having trouble finding the right wording to express her thoughts.

Every once in a while, Liz would look up to see if there was someone knew approaching. There could be no one today or there could be a lot. Briefly, she wondered if someone else from home would show up. A part of her was curious who that would be, but she found a larger part of herself was hoping no one else would.

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Entries tagged with ororo munroe

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