Logan made a trip into New Orleans via cab to buy a small refrigerator, some furnishings for his dorm room and assorted, uh, supplies. (For which he knew he grossly overpaid, but he'd expected that, not having any established contacts in the city ( Read more... )

Weevil was trying to act like stuff wasn't getting to him. So he was sitting on the steps of the porch, chucking rocks at the grass.

Hey, it was a pretty good choice, for him. It meant nothing was getting hurt.

[ooc: Open! But possible SP later as there may be drinking here, muhuahahaha.]

faithfulchosen Faith crouched into a stance, and easily moved through the fighting forms she'd been taught long ago.

niceborders Ivanova hesitated under the shade of a tree before settling to watch her in earnest, staying quiet and definitely not wanting to get in the way.

faithfulchosen Faith moved through her forms, fluidly and easily, one after the other, finally stopping in ( Read more... )

Millie and Proudfoot were curled up on a couch in the common room. Millie was fascinated by the television and the multitude of programming available. She channel surfed, stopping to linger on anything that caught her fancy.

She had a supply of cookies and tea that she'd handwavily picked up in the village and there was plenty for anyone else ( Read more... )

Ivanova had contemplated trying out the SRF facility in the gym to see how complete its reference base was. She wouldn't mind some actual Rangers to train with because until then the staff that seemed to flicker in and out of existence in her hand was shiny but harmless.

Until then, shadow-sparring in the sun.

[[Open! Sorry I pulled a vanish ( Read more... )

Faith sat on the porch, smoking cigarettes. She'd been doing this a lot lately.

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Weevil was still dealing with the whole Lilly thing, and trying to figure out what it meant for him.

And his way of dealing involved jogging through the park. A lot.

[ooc: Open!]

To say that Lilly was still completely pissed off at her parents would not have been an understatement ( Read more... )

Connor sat at the top of the steps, leaning against the railing of the Gazebo. He was listening to his IPod, but only one earbud was in and the volume was turned very low. He wanted to hear the natural sounds of the night as well, if not more.

Just yesterday morning, they let me know you were gone ( Read more... )

Ivanova dragged herself out of Faith's bed and into a clean change of clothes. She had to admit that Weevil's message had made her smile. Not so much with the smiling now. But at least she wasn't crying ( Read more... )