Pacing was good, and so was smoking (arguably), when you were on edge about something; Anders just happened to be capable, believe it or not, of doing both things at once. And so he was up on the roof, pacing and smoking at the same time, trying hard not to think too much about Sunday's unsettling trip to the Underworld, or how frakking fast these ( Read more... )

Luckily, the Gym had been set up last night before the unfortunate changing into an animal incident.

There was a sign-in sheet and a table full of refreshments. There were also a lot of blankets spread out on the practice mats on the floor for more comfortable seating arrangements. There were signs all over the gym that said:

WELCOME TO THE ( Read more... )

In the early part of the evening, Abigail headed down to the common room, and set up for the party. There were snacks and non-alcoholic drinks, along with a few opaque bottles of alcohol that were all labeled at the bottom with what was inside. If she was going to get into trouble for her efforts, at least she'd get into a lot of trouble at the ( Read more... )

So there was this sharp, shiny new present from Parker in the weapons locker, and there was an Anders, eager to learn how to use it ( Read more... )

Bel was in an extraordinarily good mood for some reason. He had no idea why, but why bother questioning it? Currently, he was up on the roof, having a cigarette as he enjoyed the cool night air.

Flight workshop had been . . . well, fun in a nerve-wracking kind of way, if more than slightly exhausting, and Anders always felt a little bruised and cramped after spending time in the simulator cockpit. Something about being part of a battle against a droid army bothered him, though -- more than it should have, given he hadn't been alive during ( Read more... )

A little research and a quick shopping trip (which he probably shouldn't have taken, since now his back was hurting a little bit) had netted Anders a nice cast-iron Dutch oven. Said Dutch oven had then been cleaned and seasoned, and was now nestled comfortably in the coals at the Salamander cabin campfire, a six-cupcake baking tray filled with ( Read more... )

[Sunday evening, since there's a limit on characters in the subject line.]

It was raining out, but Bel was craving a cigarette, so he slipped outside and ducked under the eaves of the cabin, then conjured a fireball to light up. He glanced over at the sign on the door and wondered who had renamed the cabin. Had to be wishful thinking, because he ( Read more... )

He'd been good about smoking lately, but after yesterday Anders felt kind of justified in wandering up to the roof and lighting up.

Especially after it had belatedly hit him that with everything going on in his life the past few weeks, he'd completely missed out on the first few weeks of baseball season ( Read more... )

Nadia was attempting to make brownies.

Complete with 'lots of sugar'.

Come watch. And possibly partake in tasty batter.

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