[for alan_shore]
[Takes place after Day One of the Great Reshelving, yet to be written]The teakettle was screaming, it was a toss-up as to whether the stuff in the oven or the stuff on the stove would burn first, the apartment looked like a laundry basket and a bookbin had waged a messy and casualty-heavy war, her cellphone was ringing, and Alan Shore was at ( Read more... )

[RP for heil_hans]

Zippy stood out on the broad steps leading up to the front doors of the New York Public Library (HSSL branch), hands in her pockets, breathing in the crisp winter air as she watched the never-ending flow of people rushing by. She was waiting for Hans Varner, whom she'd told to look for her on the stairs rather than let him get lost ( Read more... )

Zippy stood before a non-descript door set into the brick face of a building, head craned back to look up at the numbers above the door. With reluctance, for the sake of the brisk wind whipping along the street, Zipp pulled her hands from her pockets to check the slip of paper on which she had written Pippa Kerr's studio address. The numbers ( Read more... )

Zippy hummed as she puttered around the kitchen. Yes, puttered is a technical term, and in any case puttering was about all there was room to do in said kitchen. The puttering consisted, largely, of going through the fridge and getting ingredients ready for the 'cooking party.' And also throwing things out of the fridge that had gone bad, but that ( Read more... )

Parking was, unsurprisingly, a real bitch-- it was New York, and furthermore, Zippy had guided them to the always-crowded Union Square. She cheerfully allowed Peter the joy of scouting a parking spot-- the joy of being a driver, right?-- and paid little attention to the rows of cars Peter drove by, instead reviewing the long grocery list in her ( Read more... )

Zippy peered out through the windows of Ess-A-Bagel for any sign of Cait's dark head in the throng of passing people. Difficult, in this weather-- intermittent rain throughout the day meant that half of everybody looked exactly alike: an umbrella. Hard to pick out features under those ( Read more... )

"Papi, get out of my kitchen."

"Zeit moykl, forgive an old man for trying to be helpful," Jacob Levine murmured, raising his hands and backing away into the slightly-more-spacious living room.

"Your helpful will make my kitchen a balagan," Zippy said darkly. "Siddown. The boychik'll be here soon, I don't want he should arrive to hear me swearing ( Read more... )