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Maureen was enjoying the last of the summer outside near the pool. She wasn't going to swim she had a pad and a pen resting on her knees and she was humming to herself before scribbling the occasional line to herself.

Lucas had taken Jamie to the basketball court here. He wanted to bond with his nephew. He was teaching Jamie how to play basketball. They'd been out there for a while.

Jamie threw the ball at the hoop and it went it.

Lucas picked Jamie up and started running around the court with him.

"That's my guy. Nothing but net J Luke," he said smiling.

Jamie started to laugh. Lucas set him down gently.

"My turn now. I have to teach you how to dance," Jamie said.

"OK little man, show me what you got," Lucas said.

Jamie started to dance and Lucas started to copy his moves.

For a dorky teen aged kid, Bobby has managed to set up quite an interesting array of stuff for the party (with the help of Residence staff members).

( Let's get this party started! )


[[ooc: Regular party etiquette, all are welcome, thread hop, post in in several places to get the max amount of tags and fun out of it all!]]

After helping Uncle Lucas pack Peyton's stuff for her to move in with him, Lucas took Jamie home to Nanny Deb. He went to his bedroom and pulled on his Ravens uniform for when him and Nathan went to the gym later. He clipped his CD player onto his pants and put the headphones on his neck. He took Chester out of his cage and sat on his bed, petting the bunny. He picked up a puzzle he found on his bed and started to work on it. About an hour later he'd completed the puzzle.

"Yes," he said before there was a blinding green light. He closed his eyes squinting and when he opened them again he was sitting in a hotel Lobby.

"Momma, Daddy," he called out.

Lucas was laying down in the center of the basketball court. His eyes were closed and he was enjoying the sun. His basketball was resting against his hip.

Layla had gone swimming and he'd left her a note to tell her where he'd be if she wanted to join him out here. He also had a copy of Hamlet with him that he'd be reading which was on his chest.

Bobby had thought he was going to go INSANE when he'd been locked in his room for two days. he's turned the entire room into the an ice cave for both entertainment, and to kill any germs floating around in his room. He'd scrubbed with the soap, washed his hair and rinsed his mouth with the stuff the maid had dropped off.

Now that the everything seemed to be in the clear, Bobby was out on the golf course, riding giant blocks of ice in the shape of a go-kart down the hills on the greens.


"Vroooooooooooooom!"

Mark doesn't usually do too well in the sun - he's just too pale. So he's sitting in Mixed Leaves with an iced tea and trying not to wilt. Summer's not his favourite season by far. It beats the Fall, but not by much. He's wearing a t-shirt and jeans, and feels way too exposed.

He shakes his head slightly at himself. How much of a metaphor can you get? He likes to be bundled up in layers, hiding behind them. Maybe thats why he's had such crappy luck in relationships.

Lucas was at the basketball court with the ball Layla had given him. He dribbled the ball and made shot after shot. He threw the ball and it went in. He didn't think about it, didn't question it, it was just the way it was and he thoroughly loved the game. He was wearing the jersey of his Ravens uniform and sweet pants.

Layla, Lucas and Ianto had made it to the clinic, this is the second or third new member they have brought to the clinic for a small medical and paper work. Little did they know that Ianto and Jack had a major history with one another. Gwen was there too, but she was pretty much under quarantine, Jack could go see her at will, he never got sick. Although, Ana speculated he must be tired with getting the proverbial "Hose Down" everytime he came to the clinic for a visit. Once Jack and Ianto meet, they can talk from there and Lucas and Layla will melt into the background until later on.

(OOC Con't from this thread:http://asylums.insanejournal.com/chaos_cube/83320.html?thread=4601208&style=mine#t4784248 (Ianto arrives) and this thread: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/chaos_cube/83998.html(Jack is visiting Gwen)

Maureen, heaven forbid was bored. Her inspiration has dried up and its been a little frustrating to say the least.

Still she still had her sanity and if she went to the boutique she might just find something. A scarf that could give her inspiration anything.

She sang quietly to herself as she headed towards the boutique. "Only thing to do is jump over the moon."

Lucas was in the gym at the punch bag. He was working on some of the moves Lee had taught him and punching the bag. He was turning into it  from his hips as Lee had told him to do. He was enjoying trying it out and doing something new.


Rated PG-13 for use of both F words, repeatedly.

Who: Skrull Max who is not unlike Max-Max.
Why: Gathering intel, being a pain in the ass, WHEEEE the no violence thing rocks!
When: Midday, Monday afternoon
Why: To do her assimilated job, infiltration.

X-452 AKA Maxine Guevara was reporting for proverbial duty. She was walking the halls, itching to run into that skinny blonde chic again, Peyton was her name. She was a little spit fire, possibly that Lee guy, a nice re match would rock. May be Abby who talked too much and was kinda sweet. She missed Sammy too, god did she miss him, the kissing, the touching and the talking. He's been M.I.A. now she is a pissed off Max wanting to whoop some ass. Cracking her knuckles as she walked down the halls, scowl on her face. Freakin' Men~!

Lee was in the gym wrapping his hands carefully before slipping boxing gloves on. Ever since Kara had told him about the frakking wendy house on New Caprica, he’d been trying to get his head round it. All of it stank, how the toaster had been able to persuade Kara that Kacey had been her daughter, that they were a family.

It was eating him up the fact he had known so little about what had happened for so long. It was frakked up and he didn’t blame Kara for what had happened but he couldn’t help feel jealous. He began punching the bag slow jabs at first but working up to some heavy hitting.

Lee let his frustration surface pounding the bag with everything he had, imagining the bag to be Leoben he pummelled it, unaware that he had been shouting at it too, only really noticing when his lungs started burning for air.

Lucas was standing in the ballroom, making sure that he had everything he needed and that everything was set up properly.

He had left a bag and a note on the bed in their room for Layla and had slipped out to set everything he needed up in the ballroom.

He had tried to get her something special for their anniversary and he hoped he'd succeeded.

He walked to the sound system and set it up to play the song he wanted first and then stood by the table, patiently awaiting Layla's arrival.

Other residents,

Hi, my name is Lucas Scott. I made a post similar to this a while back.
I am organising a basketball game and want to know who is interested in playing.
If you are interested please add your name to the end of this note.
For anyone who doesn't know how to play and would like to be involved in the game
or would like some pointers on how to play, please add your name and state which of these you'd like.
I'd be more than happy to teach people how to play or give some pointers.

Sincerely,
Lucas Scott.

Claire was listless.

So much had happened in such a short time - Noah wasn't dead, Peter wasn't dead, Nathan might be dead, Noah was going back to the Company. Her thoughts whirled around her head and left her unable to concentrate on much of anything.

She was in the middle of cleaning her closet when she found the box. Frowning, she sat on her bed and started to put the pieces together. It was something she didn't remember, but it was repetitive and didn't require too much effort, so it was right up her alley at the moment.

A short time later, she managed to fit the last piece in place. There was a momentary pang of regret when she finished, but she didn't have time to dwell on that when she realized she was no longer in her bedroom.

"... what the heck?"

Lucas was sitting in Tea Leaves with an iced latte. He had a pen and notepad and was working on a gift for Layla for their one month anniversary since they'd gotten married. He was considering taking a break and going for a walk around the lake soon. He'd told Layla he was working on part of her gift and didn't want her to see it until their anniversary. That had been a few hours ago. He had written a little of what he wanted to.  He was wearing a pair of jeans, a blue t-shirt and a leather jacket he'd picked up from the Boutique.

He took a sip of his iced latte and tried to write some more. The pen was posed on his notebook and he looked around, trying to think of what to write next.

Ginny is lying on a blanket outside near the golf course, mentally cursing Bobby Drake for leaving the swimming pool one large chunk of ice, making it impossible to swim. She could have used magic to melt it, but that isn't the point; and she's just being lazy.

There is an open book face down beside her, but for the most part she's just dozing in the shade.

Brooke missed Angie terribly already. She had been gone for only a few hours now but still she missed her. Missed having to be constantly attentive to another little person, missed the baby laugh, missed not being able to leave anything around...Yes, she even missed the crying. She knew Angie had gotten home fine and she imagined her parents meeting her at the airport, what they would say, how her baby would be happy to see them again. Her baby. God, how she missed her!
And she had loads of toys now which were a constant reminder of what was missing in the house. Sighing, she decided to start putting them away. She wouldn't need them again in a hurry. She found a wooden box while she was piling them up. "I don't remember buying this one" she thought, looking at the puzzle inside. She let all the other stuffed toys fall inside a carton box and went to the table. She just needed to get her mind off of Angie and decided to try working the puzzle out. "Not the best way possible but anyway..." she thought. She worked out and when she put in the last piece she saw a blinding green light. All of a sudden she wasn't in the living room of her house in Tree Hill. She was...somewhere. She didn't know where. All she knew was that whatever that place was, it was pretty cool, especially for a designer: rows and rows of clothes stood there, facing her, while shoes and bags sat on their shelves gazing down at her.
"Wow!" she said, looking around herself amazed.