Marie and some of her friends had OOCly decided that there should be a town wide Thanksgiving day celebration ( Read more... )

There was something oddly comfortable about sleeping in the car, Tim had found. He'd debarked from the ferry after driving for a really long time, and now the driver's seat was reclined, and he was resting.

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There was only so much sitting around the house a person could take. Thus, Dom was sitting on a bench in the park, with a cup of coffee and a beat up copy of Alice in Wonderland, reading.

For a mercenary-turned-homebody, she had an odd taste in books, yes.

((Open for all your park-ish needs.))

X-23 was frolicking around the park. She had meant to watch over the roses again, but was bored of just sitting around. So now, she jumped around and did cartwheels and told herself to do all sorts of tricks, taking care to seem completely human all the while.

Of course, the fact that she was hardly sweating made that a little difficult.

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If sulking was made a Monday morning requirement, X-23 would find herself unable to obey. True, there were so many 'despites' that she could cite, but it should be enough to say that she had glimpsed something good in her future; which was more than can be said about her life so far ( Read more... )

Sometimes, a girl just had to do things that made sense only to her. Which was the reason behind Beauty's presence in the park, as dusk approached. She had a trowel, and a pocket full of rose seeds salvaged from the flowers Faith had rescued from outside the burned Carriage House, and she was turning up a row of earth next to an old wooden arbor ( Read more... )

Jack was running through the park ( Read more... )

X-23 had arrived only a few days ago, but she had ran out of money days before that. She did not understand the value of money before, but now she did; it meant food and shelter and comfort. She never cared much for any of them, but the lack of them was starting to take its toll ( Read more... )

It was unconventional sure. But in case he drifted off again, Connor had placed a sign on the circulation desk that read ( Read more... )

There it stood, a mysterious blue box, in a place where it had no right to stand. Lonely, quiet, and utterly alien. Nothing there at all to make an impact.

Then speakers crackled into life and Rogue Traders began to play through the park.

It was difficult to tell if this made the box more or less mysterious and strange.

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