Get up real early in the morning, don't get up 'til the afternoon; son, I see the day is dawning?
Sometime around eight in the morning, Owen Harper is in the Kashtta Tower infirmary with his back to the door, cleaning and re-dressing a set of fairly deep healing clawmarks on his forearms. He's managed to keep them out of sight so far by washing them at odd hours and wearing long-sleeve shirts, because he doesn't particularly want to have a discussion with anyone about the Doctor's cat and why it tried to maul him, and he may be slightly jumpier than usual if anyone walks by through the hall outside.
Andy Mackenzie is whipping up a batch of pancakes with various additives - she's got prep bowls out with blueberries, sunflower seeds, chocolate chips, and what looks like softened, chunky peanut butter. And, proving that sometimes cooking skills don't run in families, she's not adding everything to each pancake, and things like vegemite and chili paste are coming nowhere near the preparations. She's making more than she can eat, but given how this place works, either someone will come and join in, or there'll be some pancakes free to all comers in the fridge for a few days. They reheat well.
Outside, standing in front of the Coffee Shop with an Americano in hand, Ivan Volkovich is reading a flier for the carnival. He's not really a carnivalgoing type, but it's nice to see something replacing all those CLF fliers. And who knows? He's not got much to do. he might find some time to head in...
At the library, The Vesmier is reading the day's newspapers. This is a process which might take him all of ten minutes, with that freakish Time Lord speed, and to anyone watching, it almost certainly looks as though he's doing little more than skimming each article and glancing at the photos. Oh, no. Quiz him. You'll be surprised.
Andy Mackenzie is whipping up a batch of pancakes with various additives - she's got prep bowls out with blueberries, sunflower seeds, chocolate chips, and what looks like softened, chunky peanut butter. And, proving that sometimes cooking skills don't run in families, she's not adding everything to each pancake, and things like vegemite and chili paste are coming nowhere near the preparations. She's making more than she can eat, but given how this place works, either someone will come and join in, or there'll be some pancakes free to all comers in the fridge for a few days. They reheat well.
Outside, standing in front of the Coffee Shop with an Americano in hand, Ivan Volkovich is reading a flier for the carnival. He's not really a carnivalgoing type, but it's nice to see something replacing all those CLF fliers. And who knows? He's not got much to do. he might find some time to head in...
At the library, The Vesmier is reading the day's newspapers. This is a process which might take him all of ten minutes, with that freakish Time Lord speed, and to anyone watching, it almost certainly looks as though he's doing little more than skimming each article and glancing at the photos. Oh, no. Quiz him. You'll be surprised.