[Phoenix is at home, standing in front of a hallway mirror. He seems a bit more nervous than usual, especially as he futzes with his appearance. Maya was going to be there soon.. and then what? Did he look too old ( Read more... )

[Phoenix was at the store, collecting groceries. Grape juice, aspirin, milk, etc. 'Healthy' stuff for his daughter to eat ( Read more... )

All of these flowers make me realize how used to Los Angeles' air I was.

Where's good ol' smog when you need it?

I'm going to run out of tissues at this rate.

Well, anyway.. I'm gonna head to the bar, see if I can find a job or something. Trucy, keep an eye on the Agency until I come back, alright? And keep Mr. Justice out of trouble.

( You don't have to go home but you can't stay here. )

[Phoenix can be found on the second level, sitting at a table. He looks to be engrossed in a game of solitaire, and though he plays it with rapt attention his expression is rather nondescript and bored.]

[Phoenix was, as he had been for most of the day, reclining on the couch, legs crossed and propped up. He had in his hands a deck of cards - having wandered around a bit for the day, he managed to pick one up, and he was absently shuffling them. If his hands weren't moving, one might think he was asleep.]

[ooc: First level time~]

[Phoenix currently sits at a table at the digital level, a deck of cards on the table in front of him. He idly toys with some chips, which click together when they are dropped but don't really feel like anything.]

[ooc: Open to anyone who wants to play poker against Phoenix, or otherwise harass him. Note: He's really good, and it'll be really hard ( Read more... )