Vida had been busy since early that morning, setting up the park to be perfect for the Strawberry Social. Fortunately, the park was bug free, but she had music playing to drown the sounds of Celine Dion from nearby residences. Said music tended toward the pop side, bouncy and happy, with a side of disco. Drake had nothing to do with that, really ( Read more... )

She wasn't sure if this was a good idea, but there was a half-written letter on her desk in her rooms at the apartment building that she couldn't deny she'd written and her fingers practically itched with the desire to get her hands on a file, a bit of evidence, a length of rope or a scrap of cloth. She loved it here, she'd loved it here, but she ( Read more... )

The good news was, a few people had woken up.

The bad news was, there were far, far more people still asleep, and it wasn't clear if they'd be waking up any time soon.

[OCD is up, thank you for waiting!]

"Hey, everyone," Tony said, once people had gathered. "We're going to talk about shielding today. Or defenses, in general, since everyone's magic is a little different. First, Karla's going to talk a bit about shields. Karla?"

Tony stepped aside and let Karla tag in speak and answer any questions.Once she was done, Tony addressed the group ( Read more... )

There were days that Loki truly didn't want to do any work. This was one of those days. Of course, he made his way out into the lobby anyway and flopped down in one of the chairs just to give the illusion that was fucking working. He pulled his baseball cap low and stuck on a pair of sunglasses to further that illusion ( Read more... )

Detective Inspector Garrett walked around the town once or twice before settling at one of the tables set up outside JGOB with her dog. Mike needed no leash to stay beside her, as he was very well trained, and curled up at her feet as she settled with her tea and chosen pastry (a blueberry muffin) to mull over some things.

( What she considered was, of course, interesting reading but not necessary should someone like to speak to her. Or, of course, pet the dog. )

Abigail Irene Garrett had come out to walk Mike when her maid had told her she wasn't coming out. She'd thought it a simple matter: Mike's restlessness or the incessant barking he'd insisted on all day ( Read more... )

Even with the sun out, it was still fairly chilly on the causeway, creating a brisk reminder of what everyone would be leaving behind for the next week as they traveled through the Caribbean.

As the students, teachers, and guests gathered to wait for the portal to Florida, everyone was given a copy of their lodging information and a trip itinerary ( Read more... )

Arrivals to town hall would notice that the Student Council took a darker approach to the decorations this year. The colors of the streamers, balloons and table cloths were in shades of dark red and black. Instead of cut outs of hearts and pictures of cupid, there were broken mirrors hanging on the walls, open umbrellas scattered about the room, ( Read more... )

In a rare fit of non-hermitry (and by this, one means that Mary chased her out of the apartment to clean things properly), Abby Irene was out and about. Or rather, in JGOB downing quite a lot of tea. It was, after all, just as good a place to work on her class for tomorrow as her apartment, considering she could sit there with her laptop, and the ( Read more... )