Dogbert was safely rehomed in Liir's room, his goodbyes were said, so Michael was done. He stepped onto the causeway, bag on his back, and turned for a last look at the island.

And then he turned back and started walking.

He'd be just fine.

[That's all, folks. Thanks for making my and Michael's time here a good one!]

Michael was sitting on his bed, staring at the dogfish as it swam happily around in its tank.

He still had no idea who to give it to, and so the door was open. He was hoping someone would come by and say they liked it.

Michael was in his room, as usual, sprawled out on his bed with a book.

The door was ajar mostly out of carelessness.

After class, Michael was back in his room, sketchpad in his hand and Liirkitty asleep on the foot of the bed.

He wasn't a photographer and he thought the Liirkitten should be preserved for posterity, so sketching it was.

Michael was waiting for Ino, exactly as he'd promised.

Which meant, still in bed.

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Michael was trying to sleep. This was next to impossible with an energetic three-year-old with alien powers also in the room and wide awake ( Read more... )

Michael was in his room, sprawled out on his bed with Tether alternately sleeping and exploring.

None of Brooke's shoes had teethmarks. Really.

[ooc: door closed to keep Tetherpups in, post open! And now in the right place!]

No diner post today, as I'm going to a birthday party, leaving in about 45 minutes. I'll think of something extra-special for Tuesday.

Michael had called in sick to the diner.

He wasn't sick. He didn't get sick. He just didn't want pudding in his hair.

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It hadn't taken long for the three of them to get out there, after Wyatt had called Michael and filled him in.

In light of where Ronan had found Isabel, they'd headed for the beach first. Just in case she had come back.

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