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Gwen -
Got a hold of Jack. We're set for tomorrow at noon, in my room.
Martha
Got a hold of Jack. We're set for tomorrow at noon, in my room.
Martha
April 1st, 2008
Who: Martha, Jack and Gwen (ooc: plotlocked)
Where: Room 104.
Martha hops out of her shower and dresses in a simple top and a pair of jeans. She towel dries her hair next, and then pulls it back into a simple ponytail before checking her watch. She has about five minutes before Jack and Gwen are scheduled to arrive at her door, and leaves her bedroom to take a seat on her sofa and wait.
(ooc: order - Jack, Gwen, Martha OR Gwen, Jack, Martha depending on who comments first.)
Where: Room 104.
Martha hops out of her shower and dresses in a simple top and a pair of jeans. She towel dries her hair next, and then pulls it back into a simple ponytail before checking her watch. She has about five minutes before Jack and Gwen are scheduled to arrive at her door, and leaves her bedroom to take a seat on her sofa and wait.
(ooc: order - Jack, Gwen, Martha OR Gwen, Jack, Martha depending on who comments first.)
Who: Robert O'Brien and anyone who wishes to poke him gently with a stick.
When: Just before the seasons change.
Where: His tortured mind - I mean, the indoor pool.
Rating: I have no clue. We'll go with R, because this is John Barrowman in swim trunks... ;)
Summary: Robert might be slowly going mad...
The water swallows him as he dives to the bottom of the pool, and he waits until he's almost out of air before kicking off from the bottom and breaking the surface, gasping for air. He's alone at the indoor pool, for the moment. Outside, the weather is changing, and soon he'll be able to swim in the other pool or the lake, for that matter.
Right now, he's uneasy, and he doesn't really know why. It's like that proverbial 'other shoe'. He's Here, so now what? He's gathered that there isn't really anything other than that. There is no big plan or deep plot. People are brought Here, and that's all.
He swims to the edge of the pool, flips over and does the front crawl to the other end.
Maybe he's slowly going mad...
When: Just before the seasons change.
Where: His tortured mind - I mean, the indoor pool.
Rating: I have no clue. We'll go with R, because this is John Barrowman in swim trunks... ;)
Summary: Robert might be slowly going mad...
The water swallows him as he dives to the bottom of the pool, and he waits until he's almost out of air before kicking off from the bottom and breaking the surface, gasping for air. He's alone at the indoor pool, for the moment. Outside, the weather is changing, and soon he'll be able to swim in the other pool or the lake, for that matter.
Right now, he's uneasy, and he doesn't really know why. It's like that proverbial 'other shoe'. He's Here, so now what? He's gathered that there isn't really anything other than that. There is no big plan or deep plot. People are brought Here, and that's all.
He swims to the edge of the pool, flips over and does the front crawl to the other end.
Maybe he's slowly going mad...
Peyton knocked on Lucas and Layla's door. She had dropped by to say hello and pick up the wedding supplies Layla had promised to lend her for the invitations.
Who: Kitty Pryde and Anyone who'd like to poke her gently with a stick (yes, I'm on a roll with that one...)
When: After the seasons have changed.
Where: In the Woods.
Rating: PG, I would assume. Will alter if necessary, but her big, bad swear word is the occasional 'shit', so I think we'll be fine for now...
Summary: Kitty comes to the conclusion that she hasn't been 'sufficiently proactive'...
She has found the ideal tree for sitting in and thinking.
It isn't as if the tree wasn't already there, but it had been winter, and even a superhero has lines drawn in the sand when she had the choice about personal comfort. Snow is for forts and skating and then hot chocolate afterward. Everyone knew that. It wasn't a good time to be sitting in a tree.
Now today - today is a good time for sitting in a tree.
Kitty is glad she only has to wear jeans, a t-shirt, hoodie and sneakers. The change of seasons is welcome, and with it, she's decided she needs to explore Here with much more effort than she has before. She hasn't been 'sufficiently proactive', a phrase she could hear the Professor saying. If she finds a way out other than the Cube, all sorts of people will get to go home. She knows that many have tried, but she won't know for certain that it can't be done until she tries herself.
Tim has said that he'll go with her, when the time comes. She has absolutely nothing to lose.
Except that the sun is out, and everything is blooming, and she's comfortable.
Haul ass, Pryde.
Who: Abby Sciuto and - all together, now - anyone who would like to poke her gently with a stick...
Where: The Greenhouse.
When: After the change of the seasons.
Rating: I'll say PG-13, because...
Summary: Abby decides it's time to get her hands dirty...
"'Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?'
'With silver bells and cockle shells,
And pretty maids, all in a row.'"
~ Traditional English Nursery Rhyme
She's wearing black, which isn't unusual, but is very casual today: t-shirt, pants and boots. The t-shirt does have the skull-and-crossbones on it, but that's okay.
She doesn't think the plants will mind.
Abby walks the distance to the greenhouse, which is tucked neatly between the residence and the stables, and opens the door. The smell of earth and natural fertilizer and green, growing things wraps around her sense.
Ahh...
She opened the cupboards, checking for seeds and pots and soil and respecting the other plantings. Gathering what she needs - including the seeds she'd hoped for - she makes sure her pigtails are secure and starts to work.
Where: The Greenhouse.
When: After the change of the seasons.
Rating: I'll say PG-13, because...
Summary: Abby decides it's time to get her hands dirty...
"'Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?'
'With silver bells and cockle shells,
And pretty maids, all in a row.'"
~ Traditional English Nursery Rhyme
She's wearing black, which isn't unusual, but is very casual today: t-shirt, pants and boots. The t-shirt does have the skull-and-crossbones on it, but that's okay.
She doesn't think the plants will mind.
Abby walks the distance to the greenhouse, which is tucked neatly between the residence and the stables, and opens the door. The smell of earth and natural fertilizer and green, growing things wraps around her sense.
Ahh...
She opened the cupboards, checking for seeds and pots and soil and respecting the other plantings. Gathering what she needs - including the seeds she'd hoped for - she makes sure her pigtails are secure and starts to work.