...And blinking, step into the sun.
Hermione Granger is in a cafeteria within the Kashtta. She is surrounded by books, papers, and quills. Despite the fact that the sheer volume of books and paperwork combined more than outweighs/outsize her by three times, everything appears to be fairly organized. She is taking notes quickly and efficiently, and she's occasionally pushing her hair away from her face. It is for this reason there is a long streak of black ink from her right cheek to the top of her right ear.
The Doctor is outside the Kashtta, walking to-and-fro in front of the entrance. The expression on his face implies that he is lost in thought.
In truth? He's not. Or, he is, but not. He's not lost in his thoughts, really. It's more of a pleasant meandering that takes considerable effort to reach the outside world. That works out well for the outside world, of course. He's smiling cheerfully at everyone that passes by. At one point, he frowns and starts digging through his jacket pockets. He drops a piece of blank paper, something that appears to be a lifesaver candy (but isn't), and a shoelace.
Irritated as all get-out is Rogue. She's wearing a very pretty white sundress with tiny yellow sunflowers all over it. There are matching sandals.
The dress is ripped in two places and streaked with oil and dirt in at least four. She's muttering something about how this will teach her to wear a confounded, stupid-as-sin skirt. A few people stare as she walks by on the sidewalk. She smiles as prettily as she can, if for no other reason than to confuse the ever-loving tar out of them.
Nikolas Demidov is going through his personal files. His long, frustrated sigh is due, in part, to the lack of information he's been able to add to his files of late.
Working on sheer irritation, Niko tosses a file across the room. When papers fall free of the manila folder, he glares at some random employee. He doesn't know the man's name and he doesn't care. After picking up the papers, he moves over to the door and steps outside the Club, wondering when he starting throwing things in an emotional huff. It's mildly disturbing, to say the least.
Alfred Pennyworth is preparing a lovely tea. There are freshly-made scones being arranged on a plate, then added to a tray. When the whistle sounds, Alfred moves immediately to pour the hot water into the lovely tea pot he's already arranged.
As not everyone will be able to enjoy the tea, Alfred has also prepared dozens of brownies, cookies, and muffins for the residents of the Kashtta to enjoy when they venture near the kitchen. Follow your noses, residents.
In a playground, just as the sun goes down, Aislin Benedict is swinging. It's just cooled off enough for her to enjoy the air as it blows around her face, and it's late enough that most of the children have run home to eat dinner.
There are swings on either side of her, and she's singing loudly as she pumps her legs to force herself higher into the air. Occasionally, she'll wave at passersby, nearly causing herself to fall from the swing. She's doing that right now, as a matter of fact. No worries, though. She'll catch herself before she falls. ...Probably.
The Doctor is outside the Kashtta, walking to-and-fro in front of the entrance. The expression on his face implies that he is lost in thought.
In truth? He's not. Or, he is, but not. He's not lost in his thoughts, really. It's more of a pleasant meandering that takes considerable effort to reach the outside world. That works out well for the outside world, of course. He's smiling cheerfully at everyone that passes by. At one point, he frowns and starts digging through his jacket pockets. He drops a piece of blank paper, something that appears to be a lifesaver candy (but isn't), and a shoelace.
Irritated as all get-out is Rogue. She's wearing a very pretty white sundress with tiny yellow sunflowers all over it. There are matching sandals.
The dress is ripped in two places and streaked with oil and dirt in at least four. She's muttering something about how this will teach her to wear a confounded, stupid-as-sin skirt. A few people stare as she walks by on the sidewalk. She smiles as prettily as she can, if for no other reason than to confuse the ever-loving tar out of them.
Nikolas Demidov is going through his personal files. His long, frustrated sigh is due, in part, to the lack of information he's been able to add to his files of late.
Working on sheer irritation, Niko tosses a file across the room. When papers fall free of the manila folder, he glares at some random employee. He doesn't know the man's name and he doesn't care. After picking up the papers, he moves over to the door and steps outside the Club, wondering when he starting throwing things in an emotional huff. It's mildly disturbing, to say the least.
Alfred Pennyworth is preparing a lovely tea. There are freshly-made scones being arranged on a plate, then added to a tray. When the whistle sounds, Alfred moves immediately to pour the hot water into the lovely tea pot he's already arranged.
As not everyone will be able to enjoy the tea, Alfred has also prepared dozens of brownies, cookies, and muffins for the residents of the Kashtta to enjoy when they venture near the kitchen. Follow your noses, residents.
In a playground, just as the sun goes down, Aislin Benedict is swinging. It's just cooled off enough for her to enjoy the air as it blows around her face, and it's late enough that most of the children have run home to eat dinner.
There are swings on either side of her, and she's singing loudly as she pumps her legs to force herself higher into the air. Occasionally, she'll wave at passersby, nearly causing herself to fall from the swing. She's doing that right now, as a matter of fact. No worries, though. She'll catch herself before she falls. ...Probably.