Faith was still riding the high of being Aunt Faith. And very, very glad that whatever-it-was that dropped off fake kids for everybody, didn't give her one. She made a much better 'aunt' than 'mom.' Trust her on this one.

Caritas was open.

Not far from where the Skeleton Tea had been held earlier in the day, there was a tent that had been erected, with thiny, gauzy material and bone-like poles. Not dirty. The lights were soft as the evening grew darker, casting a welcoming, yet vaguely spooky illumination on the proceedings ( Read more... )

Okay, so the island had no caffeine. Faith hadn't ever really been that joe-dependent, so she was coping pretty well.

The day the island lost all its liquor, that's when she'd have to cut a bitch.

Anyway. Caritas was open, and all that.

Now that she had redecorating plans in mind and apparently an offer of help from A.J., Lacey was in a bit of a better mood as she bustled around the diner ( Read more... )

Robin still kind of had no idea how she'd wound up doing this, but it was funny and she could laugh and drink and just enjoy her post-Valentine's glow behind the bar while everyone else suffered.

And in the meanwhile, she set out a pretty little sign.

Three Minute Dates @ CaritasHosted by Robin Scherbatsky ( Read more... )

When Robin arrived at work in a remarkably good mood and opened the bar, settling behind it with a beer, she'd gotten a dirty look from Tino.

And she hadn't even mentioned the part where she needed him to cover her shift in a couple weeks. Huh.

Simba had woken on Saturday in a strange place. He'd hightailed it out of there as soon as he was able and had spent the last day in the Preserve or, as he thought of it, a strange jungle, trying to find his way back to the Pride Lands ( Read more... )

Coraline had gotten up early this morning. Dressing in her warmest clothes and her new jacket, she'd gone exploring ( Read more... )