Lana woke up dry-mouthed and headachy and lying in a pile of clothes on the lving room floor. She had a vague recollection of Meg stopping by and her rambling off randomly about stupid things. She groaned and covered her head and hoped the whole thing would turn out to be just a dream ( Read more... )

After work Lana went home, made a little dinner, then started hauling boxes into the living room. This was going to take a while, but it was time to do it and she didn't have anywhere to be till work next Monday. Which meant she could take as long as she wanted and get as drunk as she needed to while doing it. It's not like anyone would miss her ( Read more... )

It was way past time for this. Way past time for a lot of things, but since the lease on Jim's apartment in Cascade was up at the end of the month, she got all her courage together ( and made a phone call. )

After a night spent mostly sitting on the tub of Jim's stuff and leaning up against the wall she'd cleaned as best she could, Lana took her things, hailed a cab and headed back to the ferry ( Read more... )

Lana, or rather Leah, had successfully retrieved Jim's truck from long term parking at the Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport. And she'd managed to negotiate the fees down to a mere $1000. 93 days at $13 a day certainly adds up ( Read more... )

"It shouldn't take more than a couple of hours," Lana said. "Hopefully not even that much."

She'd gathered together boxes and garbage bags, collected the key from the office, and now was, well... procrastinating on the actual going in part. "I'm not really sure how much stuff he has here, I mean, he pretty much stayed most of the time at my ( Read more... )

Today was not a good day. She was so angry. Angry at Jim for dying, angry for everyone leaving her, angry at herself for being such an utter failure in life, angry at God or the Universe for, well, everything ( Read more... )

Lana was out on the front porch again, tucked up on a lounge chair. Neffie was taking full advantage of the weather to alternately chase butterflies, play in the flowers and curl up and doze in the sun. Lana herself was feeling much better and, when Piper wasn't watching, even walked around doing a little straightening up and weeding of the ( Read more... )

Lana was out on the front porch again watching Neffie play in the flowers and chase butterflies.

She was glad she had the kitten to distract her because her mood was fairly low.

[ooc: Open, of course.]

Despite the thunderstorms threatening, Lana was out on the porch. She was well-wrapped up and had promised to come in at the first sign of getting wet from the rain. It was nice to be outdoors, though, even if Neffie was inside hiding from the low rumbles of thunder or piteously meowing at Lana to try and get her inside.

[ooc: Open for anyone ( Read more... )