Children came, and children went.

At least on this weekend.

By the time night began to fall on Monday, the sun setting behind the trees, the portal in the park flared back to life. It called, gentle but insistent, to the little ones it had unleashed on the island.

Come back.

[[ thus ends au kids weekend. open. ]]

Lucille hadn't particularly enjoyed Prom and she had left early, and woken up early. She had been wandering around the island deciding it was at least a better way to spend her time than going to dances, and was now on her way back ( Read more... )

The portal opened where it always did, nestled in the center of the park. Its colors swirled into existence early in the morning, casting eery light onto the grass below.

It didn't remain eerie for long.

The first set of tiny feet came through at sunup.

Many more followed.

[[ your apps are all a-okay! open for kidlets, establishing and ( Read more... )

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The scenery had changed. Cassandra suspected evil magic, but that ran rampant on this island as it was. That was not a surprise, and so in the morning, she went outside for her usual morning run ( Read more... )

Crazy Apple was sitting on a park bench, her legs folded beneath her in silence. Her breathing started off slow and steady, almost like she was meditating or something ( Read more... )

Shiemi finally found a nice place with enough open space that she didn't have to worry and set her things down. She began spreading a blanket. "I don't want to, Nee-chan. But I am going to have to let you go while I do this." She knelt and reached for her bag, pulling out the sheets of paper she'd been working on at the flower shop earlier ( Read more... )

Okay. Kanan was dealing with the events of last week about as well as he'd ever dealt with anything, which mostly meant not thinking about it for as long as he could possibly manage, punctuated by drinking, flirting, and going out of his way to find distractions wherever they might be. But he had yet to let himself have time to actually process ( Read more... )

It was a perfectly lovely day out for April, much less February, and Jenkins had just received confirmation that the Librarians had, in fact, managed to dedjinnify Mr. Jones without more than a few interdimensional phone calls for help, so Jenkins was actually in a fairly wonderful mood this afternoon. Enough so that he'd decided to go out for a ( Read more... )

Lucille didn't particularly like the park. No, that wasn't true, she didn't mind the park but she disliked the horrible birds in the pond. You would think this meant she would stay away from that place, but sitting on a bench not far from those ducks, not to mention the flamingos, feeling the chill of the morning air, gave her a good reason to want ( Read more... )