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The Inferno, Boston, Tuesday Evening
The bold neon-red sign saying INFERNO was blazing on the side of the building. It was the middle of the week, add yet there was still something of a line outside. Not around the building, like on the weekend, but there was still a brief wait until hopefuls (many of them couples on Valentine's Day dates) got to join the crowd inside, taking cover ( Read more... ) -
Currant, Maine, Monday
Ezra had been left in charge of groceries today ( Read more... ) -
Currant, Maine, Wednesday
The thing about Ezra was that he was very, very adaptable. He'd adapted quickly to living in Fandom and at the island's whims, and he'd been equally quick to adapt into living in Currant. For the most part, anyway. Small towns were on the boring side when they didn't throw random weather events or invasions or multiverse-busting capers at you at ( Read more... ) -
Room 210, Wednesday Evening
Post-shift, Ezra was enjoying some very well-deserved relaxation by doing nothing. He thought it was well-deserved, anyway. He'd had to stand around at a store all day! And not even eat the candy that he was surrounded with? Did anyone understand what strength of will that called for when you were someone like him? He thought not ( Read more... ) -
Room 210, Friday Afternoon
It'd been almost two weeks. Ezra was starting to be okay. Which was to say, he'd repressed the hell out of the fact that he'd seen --
You know what? No. Let's just not go there. He'd been thoroughly over it once he'd stopped shaking and wanting to puke his guts out (after he'd felt like he already had). And that had been the very same day already ( Read more... ) -
Room 210, Friday Afternoon
It took Ezra a while to notice the message. He'd slept in, then only really paid attention to his phone enough to play several rounds of some stupidly addicting game where you matched jars of paint or tipped over lemurs or something, one of those. It was Friday. He found it hard to care about the outside world too much on Friday mornings. Friday ( Read more... ) -
Room 210, Thursday Afternoon
In what was by now his classic fashion, Ezra had been MIA a lot lately. Blam Alistair. Or Ezra being lazy about getting back from Currant when it was so much fun to get very crisp bacon every morning, courtesy of Ava's natural skills ( Read more... ) -
Room 210, Thursday Afternoon
Even if it was largely handwavy Ezra was having a great week of meeting some new people around the island and then getting better acquainted with them. He remembered this from last year, too, and he appreciated it for what it was: a brief moment in time when other people seemed to exist in a world that was a little closer to his. Because let's face ( Read more... ) -
Room 210, Tuesday Afternoon
Ezra was having a lazy day ( Read more... ) -
Room 210, Saturday Late Afternoon
After his stint at the picnic, Ezra was finally unpacking his bags without the intention of re-packing them anytime too soon. He'd even been told there weren't any specific Coterie assignments on the horizon, although he wasn't exactly type to take that without a grain of salt. Still, he wasn't about to have a bag waiting around for the next time ( Read more... )