The weather was perfect. Warm enough that the guests wouldn't freeze during the outdoor ceremony. Dry so people wouldn't get wet. Overcast so no one would sparkle burst into flames ( Read more... )

Liz was on time for her shift, making sure that everything was set up and organized before she opened the store.

[ooc: wait for the OCD is up!]

Paige was unpacking a shipment of new candles.

She might be setting aside some for herself.

[no ocd]

Liz was on time for her shift, making sure that everything was set up and organized before she opened the store.

[ooc: wait for the OCD is up!]

Liz was on time for her shift, making sure that everything was set up and organized before she opened the store. When she had opened she sat down behind the counter with one of the latest photography magazine issues that she had gotten and began to read it.

[ooc: wait for the OCD is up!]

Sarah turned the map over in her hand one more time. She didn't like this. Not the vague sit-rep or that she'd simply been given an address on Thunder Road in this town, and told that everything she needed for her cover would be there, along with further instructions It wasn't the sort of briefing she was used to - Sarah hated going into a ( Read more... )

Liz was on time for her shift, making sure that everything was set up and organized before she opened the store.

[ooc: wait for the OCD is up!]

Liz was on time for her shift, making sure that everything was set up and organized before she opened. After she had opened the store and sat down behind the counter, she suddenly realized that it would only be a matter of days before she had been in Milieux for a year. She couldn't believe that a year had gone by so quickly.

{ooc: wait for the ( Read more... )

In a good mood, Meg opened the shop, opened the windows, and lit nicely scented candles. Music was playing low in the background, and she was behind the counter cleaning and straightening up for the day.

Her mind, however, was on her phone call with Lizzie last night. It hadn't gone well at all and just as Meg assumed, her father cut off all her ( Read more... )

Bella stepped out into the morning fog and breathed deeply. She liked this, out in the woods, the sounds around her.

Closing her eyes she breathed again, clearing out all her thoughts and stretching. Meditation...did the tights for it have to be so damn itchy?

(open of course Bella's just meditating)