Lindsay had woken up early and couldn't get back to sleep. She'd tried for a little while but had eventually given it up as a bad job and wandered out to the front porch.

And now she sat, curled up in a chair, reading a book and occasionally dozing. She was going to have a crick in her neck at some point, honestly.

[Open! Am off to work, though, ( Read more... )

#43 Blueberry Hill was patriotic. There were red, white and blue streamers, balloons and sparkly confetti all over the place.

A large grill was set up in the backyard and Dick was even wearing an apron.

Tables were set up in a screened tent to keep the insects off the food. And there was plenty of moddable picnic food ( Read more... )

Sir Drake stormed through the streets of Milieux. He knew the traitor Mordred was hiding here somewhere, and he would find him and stop him.

[Ping here for interaction with Sir Drake! May be SP at times. :D ]

A buffet was set up with all the usual brunch type of foods and beverages as usual every other Sunday. All there for anyone to enjoy.

Once again, Piper brought Matthew with her.

It had been a while since Sam did any shooting. Hence the reason he was at the range with a lot of ammo.

Not that he would be adverse to conversations, of course.

The past couple days had been really good for Patty. She'd gotten to babysit Matthew on Sunday while Piper did the brunch, for one thing. (As Piper's mother, Patty was a logical choice, but getting to be the first one to really babysit him made Patty happy.) She'd spent time with Phoebe and the babies on Monday ( Read more... )

Welcome to Glatosnbury England. According to some, it's where both King Arthur's body and the holy grail are. Climb the hill, see the sights. The weather is perfect. Of course it is, it's programmed that way.

[Wait for OCD.]

There was a strange stirring in the park, a sense of opening and presence, and then a figure appeared seemingly far off at first. It walked steadily, coming closer and closer until suddenly a tall lithe woman was standing amid the trees. She sighed, looking around her as if searching for something, then closed her eyes and concentrated. A gentle ( Read more... )

The sword that Tim was practicing with seemed a little peculiar. When it caught the light just right, it glittered like a certain imaginary Vampire who shall Forever be known as Mr. Sparkles remain nameless.

[Open!]

Angela showed up at the Leaf for her usual shift. After doing a bit of cleaning, she settled behind the counter with her sketchbook.

[open, no ocd]