Charlie is out by the lake, playing and singing to the water.

( This song hurts so good. )

At a table close to the House of Arch painting, there is a table festooned with streamers and covered with a pink, glittering table cloth. There is a large sheet cake with the words "Happy 8th Birthday, Ingress" on it, with bowls of ice cream at the ready; the bowls are charmed to keep the ice cream cold no matter how long they are out ( Read more... )

Sometime before that OOM posted prior to this post, there is a Sarah Jane lounging around outside on a blanket. She's sitting crosslegged, head bent downward as she works on notes for an upcoming article she's working on ( Read more... )

Charlie is playing guitar out by the lake, singing ( this )

Charlie, guitar, bare feet.

Where there's music, good things are sure to follow.

Charlie is at the piano, playing the Goldberg Variations.

Some people eat ice cream, some people buy shoes. (Some people juggle geese.) And some people play Bach when they want to feel better.

Like most nights, Sarah Jane is by the fire place, curled up in an armchair and resting her head against a pillow she had brought down with her from upstairs. A small gauze pad is still taped carefully on to her cheek to cover the cut, and if one would look carefully, the hint of rope burn could be seen on her left wrist where her shirt sleeve had ( Read more... )

Charlie goes up the stairs goes out the door.

Charlie falls down the stairs comes in the door.

Things on the island are getting more and more complex, and so it's a thoughtful bassist who's watching the stars explode through the observation window and ignoring his waffles.

[ooc: I must beg slowtimes from everyone. Bedtime for this workin' girl ( Read more... )

Charlie, in a manner to which he is accustomed, is outside by the lake, standing on one foot with his hands clasped over his head.

It's called the tree pose. It's supposed to promote balance, both inner and outer.

That . . . would probably explain why he keeps falling over.

It is a very happy Darien who comes trotting into the bar today, a very happy Darien indeed. He's slouched back, grooving to the sound of his own mental music, occasionally samba-ing between patrons and chairs and tables and obviously looking to celebrate ( Read more... )