In between the kids and all-night Olympics coverage, do you think Sam's player got any sleep last night?

. . . well, that's a no-brainer, isn't it?

He was dozing off right there at the host's podium before noon, and he'd stay that way until someone woke him up or sent him home or something.

[OOC: OMG, mod your service today please unless you ( Read more... )

Sam had his laptop with him at work today, and against his better judgment he was catching up on the baseball trade deadline transactions and sports news.

As a result, there was one very cranky Cylon on duty today, and the kitchen staff was giving him a wide berth. Might be a good idea to follow their lead.

[OOC: Modified OCD; I strongly ( Read more... )

Sam, as it turned out, had gotten himself into a Zone somewhere around last Wednesday morning. Not content to settle for a Pyramid court made out of wood, he'd gotten himself some welding gear and metal pieces and constructed a nice durable goal and set of panels -- no second-rate gear for his kids, thanks, and he didn't care if they weren't going ( Read more... )

Sam was back at work today, and if the speed with which the restaurant had been put back to rights was in any way remarkable . . . well, he had a pretty good idea which spell Piper had used. Gods knew he'd seen Phoebe and her sisters use that one plenty of times. Useful thing, that Object of Objection spell ( Read more... )

Sam was pacing around the restaurant today, driving the kitchen staff nuts. Everything that had gone down on Saturday had left him in a bit of a panic of the 'my kids were nearly in danger and they haven't even been born yet' variety ( Read more... )

Sora walked into the library without a word, not even nodding or even smiling to the NPC librarian as she slowly walked to the children's section. Her eyes were red and puffy, with dark circles beneath them. No sketchbook, no hat... nothing ( Read more... )

Sam still had a grin on his face from last night -- he and Cole weren't going to get over this euphoria any time soon -- and it was, at least for now, completely distracting him from certain private musical interludes ( Read more... )

Sam was a bit subdued today -- getting deservedly chewed out by Cole was the sort of thing that lingered -- and looking distracted, as was becoming a usual thing for him these days. (Stupid music. If he could only find an off switch for that part of his brain.) He was at work, at least, and finding it a bit . . . well, frustrating after a ( Read more... )

Willow was excited about her first day at the Crystal Fox. After handwavey applying, she was so glad Phoebe had decided to hire her.

Not only did she have a job in which she'd be making money, she was surrounded by all kinds of books about witchcraft. At the moment, she was reading a book about protection spells while she waited for potential

Sam was pretty distracted at work this morning, not only by the latest round of that damn music but by the implications behind it that he was slowly coming to accept. Or -- well, 'accept' was too strong a word, but it was at least becoming an implication that he was reluctantly beginning to entertain ( Read more... )