[It was a normal enough arvo- he'd helped a lonely Italian kid out (or from the perspective of those not John Paul, possibly condemned him) and he'd left a nice little bouquet of flowers in the flat for Emi with a note reading simply 'Miss ya- be home soon'. He'd gone to visit Loto on campus during lunch break for a brief heart to heart and he had left a message on Jared's cell with instructions to 'take it easy' and 'tell the old man I said gidday'. Dropped some soup off for the ailing Jo, went to see Rory but found she wasn't home.
Job well done, he'd decided a few drinks were in order before his jaunt with Francis tomorrow.
The results of the aftermath have now been posted on his blog and John, for the remainder of this lovely Friday, is thoroughly unconscious in his own home- blessedly out of reach of wrathful Cubans. FOR NOW.]
((ooc: Comic - with minor adjustments- originally from the magnificent 'Hark a Vagrant'. EDIT: Now with 100% more palm trees.))