Action // closed // backdated to aprilthanksgivingnight
10 April 2012 at 02:29 am
Dr. Spencer Reid
[It wasn't that big crowded dinners weren't his thing. Well, to tell the truth they actually weren't his thing but that wasn't why he'd skipped out on the sudden Thanksgiving dinner in favor for staying at home, alone with a cup of tea. He had his reasons, good ones at that, the kind of reasons that most people would use against him in an attempt to make him be more social and that was also why he hadn't told anyone about his decision to stay in.

It had been two weeks. He lasted two weeks before it started to creep up on him.

There was nothing he could do about any of that though, aside from work, and so that was what he did. He was currently occupying himself with a stack of cheap, spiralbound notebooks, steadily filling them with more or less illegible scribbles and comments, completely unaware of the approaching threat to his privacy. ]
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10 April 2012 at 09:13 am
[Because of a promise he somehow ended up in, Atsuro’s busy looking up recipes and getting ingredients. He’s pretty alright with it, since he doesn’t mind cooking and it’s for a friend.

In the Shelter’s kitchens, he’s hard at work making what he’s set out to make: a parfait.

Because he's in the kitchens, anyone that knows him will see a rare sight. Atsuro with his hat off. Not only that, but he's wearing his hairclip to keep his hair out from his eyes.
]

Did I get it right? [He mutters to himself, checking the recipe and how the dessert looks so far. Maybe he should ask for help...

Ignoring his haro’s remarks, he reaches out for his communicator and adjusts the privacy settings.
]

[Video | Filtered from Yuuki Kuran]
Does anyone have experience with making parfait?
action // closed // early morning
10 April 2012 at 09:53 pm
Aidan J. Reilly
[ Roller-coaster.

That was almost too good a word for it. One moment you could have a perfectly good time, working things out and the next people got punched for no valid reason. This was life with Helix and Aidan should know this by now, but it still hurt. It hurt like hell.

He didn't spend all too much time at the Thanksgiving dinner after Helix stormed out, for obvious reasons, but when he arrived at the apartment he realized he was at a complete loss for how to deal with this. It had gone so horribly wrong and now he was starting to doubt whether or not he was capable of fixing this in the first place. Not that he wouldn't try, he even walked up to that very much closed door, hand raised to knock... before faltering. Somehow he would fix this, but right now he didn't know how and so he retreated, sank down to sit on the couch with a sigh. If he just gave it some time to think it through he was bound to find a solution. He leaned back against the cushions, raked his fingers through the messy red mop... closed his eyes.

Before he even knew it himself, he'd fallen asleep.]
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10 April 2012 at 11:49 pm
General Cross Marian
[Newly freed from the hospital, Cross is making his way to a much more comfortable bed. He's doing so with slightly careful steps, but certainly nothing obvious to the casual observer. He's in damn good shape, considering. So he's going to grab a few things before heading over to said much improved bed, like some decent coffee and food.]

[His mood, as you may guess, isn't the best. So what else is new? Approach at your own risk.]