greenexorcist | My Garden

Hey there Fandom. What's up, it's ya girl, Arden Finch, and, for once, I don't think that I'm missing notes, I think yesterday was just a really low-key day as most of the island dealt with...yeah. The weekend seemed like it was a whole lot for most people.

*chittering*

No, I didn't have any guests.

*more chittering*

I don't know, probably because of shut up and mind your own business, how about that? So yeah, School had it's usual classes, with Try Not To Die heading off to Straya - Straya? - for the class, where there were many sheep. This feels like I just read a Mad Lib. Various Beach Things had us build sandcastles, which was very soothing. And Let's Eat went to a West African-inspired restaurant in London. Are y'all going to an actual West African restaurant next week to compare? I think that'd be interesting.

Ilya was at J,GOB yesterday, getting a cupcake for his birthday. Happy belated birthday, Ilya! Everyone, if you see Ilya today, wish him a belated one, okay?

And lastly, at the Clinic, Professor James was subdued but keeping busy.

Yeah, so that's pretty much it yesterday for folks. This is ya girl, Arden Finch, signing off, and leaving you with the song See You Again by Wiz Kkalifa, ft. Charlie Puth.

tellmehowstuffworks posting in

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"Let's talk about phones," Yennefer declared, holding up hers. "Your phone is your lifeline. Your phone is how you can call Portalocity to get you out of the hellhole you occupy, whether that be temporarily to restock on chocolate or more permanently because you have come to your senses. Your phone also has a very finite battery and is prone to being damaged by being dropped from a normal height. What is one to do? Firstly, I would advise investing in a military-grade case. It doesn't matter that it's ugly and only comes in black, it matters that it will make your phone survive being thrown through a wall into a swimming pool. Second, turn the phone off when not in use. Only power it on when needed, or perhaps once a week or every few days if you're in regular contact with someone else with a transdimensional working phone. Third, if electricity hasn't been invented in your world, invest in a good solar charger and guard it closely. Are there any questions?"

my_own_advocate posting in

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It was a quiet night at the Devil's Nest. Well, to an extent. The Devil himself was at the piano, playing.

But his focus tonight was on the classical, and not the most dramatic, either. Debussy flowed across the dance floor, only occasionally interrupted by the clinking of his glass.

Sometimes you just had a mood and followed it.

[[ open ]]

rebelseekspizza

There were clubs in Limbo City that hadn’t been safe to go to back when Dante was younger. Before Mundus’s death, before he got himself so emotionally intertwined with a couple of people that he didn’t want to go out anymore.

They were safer these days. Sure, like so much in his life, they weren’t quite right, but they were close enough. A couple nights there and Dante could tell himself he fit back in his skin, that the weekend hadn’t mattered. That he was doing just fine.

Not that he got to enjoy it for long.

( Why is there a little kid in my house? )

[[ heavily adapted from Devil May Cry (2007) episode 1. establishy. ]]

good_for_six posting in

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"Genre!" Isabela announced very loudly once everyone had had a chance to settle in with their drinks and pastries and books. "Some people consider it very important."

"It's basically a fancy way of saying different kinds of stories have different kind of arcs and conventions," Aphra explained. "For example, when people talk about romance books, they usually mean stuff that been published over the last few decades, where there'll be misunderstandings and conflict, but everyone ends up happy in the end, but if they're talking about Romance novels, they mean stuff from a century or two back where the conflict possibly ends with everyone very dramatically dead." Important distinction that.

"In any case, this week's selection of books combines the two in the very important genre of Sexy Ghost Books."

Yes, Isabela was capable of reading a room, often she just chose not to.

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Sure, it'd been a tough weekend for some people and Kitty didn't know how many people in her class might be dealing with stuff today. But she also had an extremely chill class, so!

"We're making sand castles today," Kitty told them. "Though you don't really need to stick to castles. If you want to make like, a sand turtle or a sand restaurant or something, go for it. All you need to do is add water to shape the sand and you can go from there, but I do have things like buckets and shovels and things if you want some help."

Yes, they were meant for little kids. They were still useful.

throughaphase posting in

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Morning, everyone, and hope you all made it through the weekend okay. I'm assuming so since I don't have a lot of notes so the squirrels must not have been cashing in on all of your traumas.

In the dorms, Ilya watching hockey in the second floor common room, but otherwise, trauma in town as people said goodbye to their visitors. There was Dante and Eva, Henry and Bianca, Stark and Zhaan, and Kathy found out Sarah had said some things to Dante. That had to be a fun conversation.

That's all I've got. It'd be a good day for the island to give people teddy bears or something.

liartoldyouthat posting in

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It was Ilya's birthday, not that anyone else on this island knew that. It was fine. Ilya was used to his birthday not being a big deal, and while if he'd been back in Moscow he might have gone out clubbing with Sveta, he was more than capable of making his own fun.

Which in this case meant 'buying a cupcake,' since the nightlife on this island was essentially nonexistent. The only question was which flavor to buy. They all looked so good, he might have to get two.

(Open bakery is open!)

sith_happened posting in

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"We didn't have many continents yet to visit," Anakin began.

"And this on apparently requires arcane rituals before they'll let students through the portal," Ahsoka said, gesturing to a pile of shirts, hats, and bottles of sunscreen.

"Welcome to," Anakin consulted his sheet of paper, "Straya."

Close enough?

Ahsoka consulted her own notes. "Watch out for the sheep."

stykera posting in

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These weekends were difficult for Stark. There was the unreserved joy to start it off and then the devastating goodbye at the end of the weekend. It didn't get easier. He just had practice at it now.

He'd brought coffee as usual but he was very quiet at the clinic. He'd arrived and immediately set himself to tasks that kept him busy. If he was moving enough it helped.

The clinic was open. The crab was still decked out in rainbows. The alien was quiet and trying to stay busy.

sharp_man posting in

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Was Hannibal just a little disappointed he hadn't had any guests this weekend? Perhaps. But all the more reason to go out to a good meal today!

"Good afternoon," he greeted his class. (Well, "class".) "We're off to London today, to Ikoyi. It's a restaurant that is West African-inspired, excels at fresh local food, and enjoys a bit of experimentation. And we won't know today's menu until we get there."

Again, he loved a good culinary surprise. "Come along!"

sith_happened posting in

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For Wednesday and for everyone!

liartoldyouthat posting in

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Game six of the Stanley Cup finals was about to start, and so of course Ilya was parked in the common room with pizza and absolute control of the remote. (No, he hadn't noticed anything weird going on this weekend. This was perhaps for the best, dead mom trauma considered.)

He had some questions about these twits they had doing commentary these days, though. Predicting Vegas would win 3-2 when their goalie had let in at least four goals five games in a row was...bold. "//Really?//" he asked the TV after a second guy echoed this prediction. "//When do you think their goalie became good at hockey?//"

Blah blah blah, enough talking. Bring on the sexy hurricane witch.

Oh, no, was he developing a soft spot for Carolina? Unacceptable. He would have to make a point of scoring on them extra when he made it to the MLH, even if they weren't the Hurricanes there.

(Open common room is open!))

imafuturist posting in

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Oh yeah, I'm almost glad to have a quiet weekend this time around. Let's just get these notes done and we can all have a nice evening. Hopefully.

Over at the dorms, it seems Henry wasn't prepared for this weekend as he was surprised by his guest, a Bianca. Hopefully he's got a handle on it now.

Okay, in town, we had Raiden and Gray with a guest at Over Easy. Arden arrived with strong opinions on what would be the best thing to introduce to them in the modern world. Apparently she thought there was something better than coffee and I need her to know that she's wrong. Dante stopped in and they learned about differences in angel... stuff between their worlds. Stark and Zhaan also stopped in for breakfast and to meet Raiden with some talk of a living ship. Which seems messy, but interesting. Jon and his friend Tim also stopped in for breakfast and ice cream. Ice cream breakfast. And speaking of ice cream! Dante was also at Chilly Boulder for some ice cream as he was joined by another guest named Sarah who asked questions about his ex. That had to be awkward.

Kathy had dinner with guest Eva at Il Pollo, mentioning what she's been up to lately and introducing her dog, Ronan. Very important, the dog. At the only slightly creepy mansion, Ignis made breakfast for any potential guests. Which was smart since he had Arine arrive for Liliana, but made time to cook with him as they talked about her. Noctis also turned up for breakfast, but also spent time with Liliana discussing some gardening. Liliana and Ignis also got a little time for just them that have little hearts written all over the notes. So, we can assume it was loving. Oh, at the boarding house, we had Cal continuing the breakfast trend with his Jedi master, Jaro before they got into... oh, this seems awkward. Arden got to meet him before the conversation turned to her relationship with Cal. This feels like a shovel talk. Is it a shovel talk?

*confused chittering*

Well, maybe next time don't get distracted so easily. But that's all I have here. Everyone, take some time to recover, won't you?

weirderthanthou posting in

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Time was precious - and limited.

As the sun slid back down to the horizon, the arch began to thrum once more. The space within it turned a bright white, and its voice called out again. Singing to the dead, beckoning them home.

It was time.

[[ come say goodbye to your visitors. ]]

mustbeawitch posting in

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Are you quite certain? Do you--ah, good, it's broadcasting. I hope. Good morning, everyone, and hello to our special visitors! It is I, Miss Lydia Bennet, and the squirrels assure me that the technical difficulties have been resolved and this week's broadcast should go out without issue. They are squirrels, so I do rather take that with a grain of salt, but I shall continue on regardless, even if I speak merely to the void.

We shall begin, of course, with the school, where Let's Play Tourists class visited Iceland and Paintball watched a film, rather than ruining any more of their clothing. A wise choice, if I do say so.

I'm not seeing any notes from the dormitory, but the town seems to have been rather active. At Miss Skywalker's warehouse, she was visited by Dean Skywalker, Mr. Blackwood, and Princess Leia. Welcome, Your Highness! A Mr. Dante--a newcomer?

*chittering*

Not a newcomer--was at Galactica Point with his mother, a Mrs. Eva, whilst at their home Miss Vi and Miss Gingrich were visited by the former's mother, and apparently Miss Vi is actually Miss Violet. My apologies for being so unearnedly familiar before; I shall do better in the future. At Miss Vess and Mr. Scientia's home, Miss Vess reacted to the magical energies of our visitors arriving, which naturally concerned Mr. Scientia. Mr. Argentum, with guests King Noctis and his wife, Lady Lunafreya--hm, must be one of those morganatic marriages. How scandalous! And my goodness, we've a lot of royalty about this weekend, don't we? Miss Vess was also visited by the ladies Ana and Arine, and received some concerned text missives from Mr. Boone.

And that seems to be the end of my notes. Welcome to all our visitors, and I hope you have a lovely weekend this side of the veil. And don't traumatize anyone too much. Until next week, dear listeners, farewell!

thatsmysword posting in

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Henry didn't listen to the radio. Nor did he tend to leave the dorms on weekends for much more than to walk Mutt and to feed Pebbles and perhaps let her go for a stroll. Much more often, he'd find himself here, in the common room, tearing through several bowls of cereal (he liked the colorful ones) and having long one-sided conversations with Mutt.

So he hadn't the faintest about what all the dreams had been about. Or that odd rock he'd found in the woods.

None at all. Until--

"There you are," said Bianca's voice, and Henry just about hit the ceiling.

He whirled around and nearly fell off the couch in doing so. The last time he'd seen her, she'd been a corpse on the--

It would be a while before there'd be any hugging or conversation or anything everyone else on island seemed to be doing. Henry had gone blank, utterly. Couldn't find a thought in his head.

Just... Couldn't.

Bianca frowned. She sank down next to him on the oddly soft bench. "Hal?" she tried, softer. "Hal? Are you hearing me?"

"I," Henry said. He came back into motion jerkily, and when he did, it was to strike the sign of the cross.

"That's got nothin' to do with this, I don't think," Bianca said, gently. "I'm not a demon, Henry, it's just me, all right?"

Henry wished he could do more than gawp, but his body wasn't letting him.

[[ open, in case anyone wants to come rescue him, or it's a free common room! ]]

spin_kick_snap

When it came to picking out a restaurant, Kathy'd had three restrictions: it couldn't be pizza or ice cream, it had to be fancy enough that Dan--that most people wouldn't bother with, especially on a casual Saturday afternoon, and it couldn't be so fancy that it would feel out of place and weird to be at. And so, she'd ended up eyeing the collections of restaurants on Jones and Serendipity...and if they just happened to be completely across the island from any pizza joints, ice cream shops, or liquor stores, so much the better. In the end, she'd settled on Il Pollo, figuring that that little extra flare of having the name be in Italian would be the most potent deterrent of anything on the street.

How dare you accuse Kathy Li of overthinking things? This was a perfectly normal level of preparation--at least, it was if you were meeting up with your ex-boyfriend (always ex-boyfriend, never just ex, never ever)'s dead mother for lunch.

And now she just had to finish giving herself a silent little peptalk to remind herself of the restrictions she'd placed on herself for lunch: no asking. No angling. No casually leading comments. If Eva decided to bring up certain topics of conversation, that was one thing, but Kathy certainly wouldn't be.

No reason to pull Eva into the middle of this. Not that there was a 'this' to be in the middle of.

...And also, she could admit to herself, it was pride. She knew better to think that Dante would be asking his mother anything about her this afternoon, and wouldn't even need a series of ridiculous rules about it.

[For the lady mentioned, if she'd be so kind!]

rebelseekspizza posting in

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Seeing mom was nice.

Complicated, but nice.

And then she'd fucked off for the afternoon for reasons Dante was pretty sure were related to somebody else running around the island. That was fine too.

Though after about five minutes, Dante'd gotten restless, and now he was here, slumped in a booth at Chilly Boulder's with two sundaes in front of him. He was picking at one of them slowly. Yeah, they were probably going to melt on him if he didn't pick it up.

But hey, that just meant rushing it at the end for a shot of adrenaline. Or something. Fuck if he had a plan.

[[ open ]]

carbsliftthespirit posting in

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It looked like it was one of those weekends again, and Raiden didn't know what other people wanted to do with their temporarily-not-dead loved ones, but maybe it involved taking them out to brunch! Kallias definitely needed to be fed. Raiden was making all of his favorites. No one could stop him.

Specials
Chimney Cake
Hortopita
Strapatsada

"Here you go," Raiden said as he set a fresh chimney cake down in front of Kallias. "You know, they put ice cream in them now."

"I want that," Gray said, lifting his head from where it had been cradled in his arms, since he'd been sound asleep thirty seconds ago.

Raiden ruffled his hair. "Of course you do."

Over Easy is open!

((Chimney cake is, canonically, Kallias's favorite food. Kallias died at least 1500 years before chimney cake was invented, but the author of this series was not overly concerned with details. *sobs in nitpicky*))

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My Garden

Fandom Radio, Tuesday, June 16th

Coping with the Non-Modern World, Tuesday, Second Period

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

Limbo City, Tuesday

Book Club, Tuesday, Period One

Various Beach Things- Monday- 2nd period

Fandom Radio- Monday, June 15

J,GoB, Monday Afternoon

Try Not to Die, Monday, June 15, 2026

Fandom Clinic, Monday 6/15

Let's eat! Third period

Sheningan Sign-ups!

Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

Fandom Radio - Sunday (6/14)

Deep in the Woods, Sunday Night

Fandom Radio, Saturday, June 13

Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

Il Pollo, Saturday Afternoon

Chilly Boulder, Saturday Afternoon

Over Easy, Saturday

January 2018

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