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Layla was busy communing. She had been scarce lately. Getting up early and working out for hours on end. She would work on the bag like Sam had taught her, or the rock climbing wall. Then she would eat her breakfast outside and in a remote area that not many would know to look for her. She was contemplating her life and the tree next to her was talking, in its own way. She just sat there and listened to him, like she used to with all the plants, her hand on the tree gently caressing the bark.

Ana had left the party that day, not really talking to anyone. She wasn't really in a talkie mood. Not since it was close to her anniversary, but he as dead, Louis that is, he was a zombie now. Probably dead himself since he was on a planet of all infected flesh. It is not like that could sustain them? She was leaning against a tree, wearing a sweater and playing with her wedding ring on a necklace. She was in her own little world, she couldn't, choose not to hear anyone around her.

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.

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.

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."

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.

Damnit.

The delay had broken on her system again and she was meant to be doing a testimonial performance for Mark this evening. She sighed heavily. She's lost a lot of her friends one way or another recently. Mark's disappearence was odd though something didn't ring right. Roger had taken it hard and had gone to ground.

But the apartment, Mark had a spare delay set up that she knew would work, he wouldn't have minded, hell it was fitting. Maureen hot footed it over to the building but couldn't get in.

"What on earth are you doing here?" asked a low voice.

Maureen spun around unsure whether to hit the person or run. But as he stepped out of the shadows she recognised at once who it was, Benny.

"Benny?" she checked. "Christ you scared the shit out of me there. I was trying ot get into the apartment, there's something in there I need."

Benny shook his head. "Cant let you in Maureen, Roger's disappeared too I can't just let you in."

"But Benny tonight's gig, for Mark, will be ruined if I don't get the delay fixed." She wheedled, if anyone was Benny's weak spot Mark might just be it, they had been best friends a while back.

"Please pookie?"

Benny rolled his eyes. "You will be the death of me Maureen, seriously. You got five minutes."

Maureen leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, "I owe you one."

"Yes, you do."

She smiled widely and skipped in through the door and into the familiar loft apartment. It had been deserted now for nearly two weeks since Roger vanished too. She went to Mark's room, their room once upon a very long time ago and rifled through some of his electonic gubbins until she found the piece that would make the delay work.

"Miss you pookie." She said out loud to the room at large before heading back out. On the way though something caught her eye, a puzzle. She hadn't seen one quite like it before and pocketed it for later.

"Thanks Benny" she called on her way out and blew him a kiss.

Maureen made her way to the performance space but her mind was distracted, the puzzle she just had to have a go at it and now.

She dipped into a coffee shop ordered a skinny latte and started to work on the puzzle.

Damned it was infuruating, the latte going cold beside her as she tried to fit the pieces in slowly but surely coming together, this was cool. The last few pieces going in and when she looked up... she wasn't in the East Village anymore.

Abby Sciuto likes summer, she just doesn't like the sun. So she's out by the lake, having a little picnic lunch and debating whether or not she's going to go swimming today. To protect her pale complexion, she has a black, lacey parasol over one shoulder. She's still wearing black, but it's a sheer, black top with long sleeves over a black tank top and long, tight pants that end about mid-calf. Her feet are actually bare at the moment, though a pair of black sandals are nearby.

She's enjoying some mushroom quiche, cold and a Greek Salad, all requested from the Pantry Restaurant in a little take-out basket, along with two of her substitute Caff-Pow! drinks. Maybe after lunch - and having digested for a bit - she'll try swimming, or at least paddling in the water.

Listening to music on her iPod, she gazes across the lake. It really is a beautiful day, and she's trying not to think about her family and friends back home.


[[ OOC: Meeting the Summer Modly Challenge, but SlowTime is inevitable. Thank you. :) ]]