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Luna had decided to spend the day in the library mostly because she was not the type for the sun. But she had decided to perch herself by one of the few windows since it was rather nice out as she set a small stack of books and a small bottle of water nearby. After making sure she had a painkiller lolly tucked away just in case she nestled into the chair with book in hand. "Know I have to face things just not today" thinking of the fact she may have to have more work done to make her arm and wrist whole again. But for today she was content to camp with a few books as her little radish earrings swung from her ears.

Mallory has never tended bar before, but she has been looking for a way to meet some new people and for something to do in the evenings. The new night manager had suggested she might like to give tending bar in Blix a try once a week or so, to see how she liked it.

So! One inexperienced bartender behind the bar, with a the Big-Ass Book o'Bartending handy to help her along. There is a specials board behind her (though why they need specials, when everything is free, she doesn't know), so she takes advantage of it.

If you ask for a drink I can't make,
I'll give you a kiss!

It's all for fun, so she hopes Presto won't freak out about it.

Cassie,

Tea soon? Layla suggested I chat with you since you seem to understand what people face, willing to tell more but it will explain the brace on my arm for one thing.

Luna

Ana,

Its time I finally came clean and since I can't make myself talk I'll write the whole story out. When I went home for Christmas the Death Eaters pulled me off the train before it got into King's Cross and I pieced together enough to explain more. From what I can remember they tortured me along with several others, all because my father was and still is behind the Order of the Phoenix (a fight for the good in my world). I was not found untill a few months later (if I have the details right, memory blanks) and my wrist was basically glass. I ended up in St.Mungo's for the better part of the following year, another long story I'll save for another time.

The only people I've been able to tell all this to have been Ginny,Hagrid and Layla so far. Granted that was before finding the cube in the St.Mungo's waiting room before my first PT session.


The war changed me and that scares me, I'm not the Luna I was before the Dark Lord came into the picture. There's still blanks in my memory from that period and the ghost from the night of the meteor shower only brought back more shoved back memories. It's all now coming back and you nailed it, I'm finally ready to basically restart the healing process since I can't lock my heart away forever.

I also used my magic to lock this so only you can read this. If needed Layla knows more of what happened to me while I was held. I also enclosed all the info you need from painkiller doses to what would have been my PT for the arm/wrist.

Luna

Layla,

Its time I finally came clean and since I can't make myself talk I'll write the whole story out. When I went home for Christmas the Death Eaters pulled me off the train before it got into King's Cross and I pieced together enough to explain more. From what I can remember they tortured me along with several others, all because my father was and still is behind the Order of the Phoenix (a fight for the good in my world). I was not found untill a few months later (if I have the details right, memory blanks) and my wrist was basically glass. I ended up in St.Mungo's for the better part of the following year, another long story I'll save for another time.

The only people I've been able to tell all this to have been Ginny and Hagrid so far. Granted that was before finding the cube in the St.Mungo's waiting room before my first PT session.


The war changed me and that scares me, I'm not the Luna I was before the Dark Lord came into the picture. There's still blanks in my memory from that period and the ghost from the night of the meteor shower only brought back more shoved back memories. It's all now coming back and you nailed it, I'm finally ready to basically restart the healing process since I can't lock my heart away forever.

I also used my magic to lock this so only you can read this.

Luna

Who: Luna Lovegood (would love to see Layla or another caring friend)
Where: Somewhere near the Residence
When: Friday night into early Saturday
What: She's scared to death and her tender soul is paying for it
Rating: TBD

Luna had almost locked herself in her room since the most recent rash of nightmares and it was now showing. Her usually bright silvery blue eyes were now bloodshot red and rimmed from lack of sleep mixed with nightmares. Her pale skin was more pale from lack of sunshine and her soul was in tatters. She had very quietly slipped out for a solo moon frog search to try and calm her soul, but not even the sound of the crickets was helping. Talking to Layla a few nights prior had helped but now she just needs a friend from her own world. So for now she was back at the pond, watching the frogs and trying not to start crying again. She was just worried for her friends and anyone could see that in her eyes.

Hey, you two. When I get back from my Honeymoon and my camping trip, I was thinking Bow and arrow practice, then Lunch?

Let me know?

Put a note under my door, room 109

Hugs,
Layla Williams-Scott

Luna had slipped into a deep depression since the ghost mess during the shower. Anyone that saw her around Here would see a blank stare, fits of crying and a sense of gloom not usually seen around the usually sunny blonde. Outside of Lucas and Layla's wedding,clinic trips for her arm and a few hunts to follow some tracks she had not really left her suite in days. Only a few knew the whole story and to be honest Luna was just too scared and too emotionally raw to even think about talking.

Luna had taken to not leaving the suite since she was found on the stairwell. The fact it was a ghost that had triggered the new wave of panic and intense depression was something she was still trying to figure out. But for now she was just numb and a little desperate, mostly since not many would understand what the Death Eaters had done during those months during the Dark War.

Anyone that picked that moment to pass would hear accented screaming mixed with something not many could pin-point but the sound was pure fear and unfaced pain.

Luna was slowly going stir crazy and not having her magic was not helping things one bit. She screamed something and nothing happened,"So not fun" slumping against the door of her suite. She had also felt something that reminded her of the Ravenclaw house ghost and for her that was a bit of comfort. But she decided to make the best of things and lit some candles before setting in for the shower.

(anyone want to check on her thanks to the bad arm?)

Who: Derek Shepherd and OTA

Where: The Pantry

When: Thursday morning

Derek sat in the restaurant with a cup of coffee and some scrambled eggs. He was still trying to adjust to having so much free time on his hands.

Who: Luna Lovegod, open (anyone new to her and nice)
Where: Around the Residence
When: Early Evening
What: Another Hunt
Rating: TBD

Luna was going semi stir crazy and decide to brave another hunt, having found some very curious looking tracks a few hours before. Ironic since she had become a seasoned pro at hiding how miserable she really felt, between her arm and the recent rash of dreams especially. "But a hunt will let me be normal if only for a little while" thinking of that and a possible stop by Hagrid's hut to say hello to Fang. After making sure a dose of her painkillers was in her pocket she slipped out to hunt for that one breed of toad.

Tim has been, well, bored lately. It's generally a bad idea for Tim to get bored. Last time he did, he created the skate rugs. This time...

He waits for sunset. It seems like it'll be the most dramatic time of day for this specific adventure. Anyone who cares to look will see our dear sweet Tim outside, trudging through the snow with a grin on his face.

Taking his place at the edge of the lake, away from the boathouse and new ship, Tim slips out his wand. (Six inches, black oak, core made from the hair of a god. Remember, it's not the size of the wand, it's how you use it.) He frowns for a moment at the lake, then smiles. He raises the wand, grinning.

To anyone in the residence, the sound of instruments tuning up will be heard. Anyone who ignores them will not hear anything else that transpires, but anyone who listens in will find the following piece broadcasting from any glass surface. Fun with magic.

The music plays for a few moments, allowing people to tune in or out as they wish, before the words begin pouring forth. Tims wand moves in time to the music.

Is this the real life- Is this just fantasy- Caught in a landslide- No escape from reality- Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see- I'm just a poor boy,i need no sympathy- Because I'm easy come,easy go, A little high,little low, Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, To me

Even as Tim gestures, the words pour forth from the various surfaces, mirrors, windows and the like, as good as Freddie Mercury ever sang it. In the lake, the water is moving,not in a gentle current, but building up. Humps of water raise upwards a good five feet before sliding back down to normal. Columns rise upwards to rotate and then fade away, all in time to the steady music.

(Tim, of course, makes sure not to disturb anyone who might be on the lake. He is polite.)

Mama,just killed a man, Put a gun against his head, Pulled my trigger,now hes dead, Mama,life had just begun, But now I've gone and thrown it all away- Mama ooo, Didn't mean to make you cry- If I'm not back again this time tomorrow- Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters-

The song is more then just words now. Tim is pouring everything into it Letting all the emotion this song needs to contain into it. If one closes ones eyes, they might almost see the scenes being described, understanding how someone could come to such a sorry state.

Too late,my time has come, Sends shivers down my spine- Bodys aching all the time, Goodbye everybody-I've got to go- Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth- Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows) I don't want to die, I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all-

And this next bit take the emotions up a step, not so sad anymore, maybe a ray of hope shining through. The water becomes a little more regimented, squares of water popping up to the music, forming complex patterns that might just be chaos at work. And always the showman, Tim lets a bolt of lighting cross the sky when it's mentioned.

I see a little silhouetto of a man, Scaramouche, scaramouche will you do the fandango- Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me- Galileo,galileo, Galileo galileo Galileo figaro-magnifico- But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me- He's just a poor boy from a poor family- Spare him his life from this monstrosity- Easy come easy go-,will you let me go- Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go- Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go Will not let you go-let me go Will not let you go let me go no, no, no, no, no, no, no- Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go- Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-

For a moment, there is quiet. Just long enough for anyone not familiar with the song to think it's over.

Tim uses that moment to remove his sunglasses, storing them in a pocket. A slow grin makes it's way onto his face, one might even say an evil grin. Then he throws the horns with his free hand, his wand darting out to encourage the water into a fierce and wild dance to celebrate the end of the song. Hell, he even throws in some headbanging.

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-
So you think you can love me and leave me to die-
Oh baby-cant do this to me baby-
Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me..


And with that everything is calm. Which is when Tim takes the opurtunity to let everyone know what the hell is going on. "Ladies and gentlemen of Here, that was Bohemian Rhapsody by none other then Queen. And me? Well, I'm Tim Hunter rocking out here on Kay You Bee Eee, the Kube, a completely unofficial radio station for Here. If you want to request a song, just say Tim, and make your request, and I'll see about getting it out there for everyone to hear. Got a question to put to the general populace of Here? Go ahead and say Tim and ask your question. In fact, feel free to try anything here! This is a brand new show, we love call ins, and your participation, and well, interest, will decide whether I do this again."

Tim sits back, gazing up at the residence, still broadcasting. "So , people of the Residence, what do YOU wanna here? I'm Tim Hunter, and I'll be here 'till either everyone tells me to shut up, or the Manager shuts me down. Gimme a call, we'll get things done. Next up on the play list, we have a favorite of mine, Baby Got Back, by Sir Mix a lot! Oh, and hold on just a minute..."

Tim slips his sunglasses back on with a grin and a nod. An alarm spell is going off. Excellent. "Little birdie just whispered in my ear, we've got phone lines home open for the next five minutes, so make your calls home, then give me a call, and we'll chat!"


((OOC:totally just doing this to see what comes of it. Thread hopping encouraged, feel free to make what use of this you want to.))

Who: Luna,OTA(anyone kind)
What: She's Going on a Creature Hunt!
Where: Around The Residence
When: Evening
Rating: PG-13 for now

Luna had to do something totally for herself and she decided to go on a hunt for the still impossible to find Crumple-Horned Snorkack. "Maybe just maybe" she decided while making the hunt. She stuck mostly to around the residence for more while getting a lay of the land that is Here. But the ship in the lake was a new one ever for her,"So tempted to take a look" she cracked a rare these days smile.

But the last few weeks since the explosion had started to take its toll, nightmares of the Dark War haunting her anew. Plus with all the illness going around Luna was not looking like herself either.

Who: Robert O'Brien - Open to All
Where: The Lobby, because it isn't one of the bars...
When: After the Funeral Service
Rating: PG (?)

Robert contemplates his life...

By this point the kid had gotten Luna into a safer portion of the Residence. She was shivering having only her wand and some of her things(all personal items that can't be replaced). Silvery eyes watched for Ginny and Hagrid, even that new Black fellow. Beyond the dust in her blonde hair and retrashed arm she was otherwise fine but inside matters were worse, she was reliving what happened with the Death Eaters all those months prior.

Anyone could see how hard she was trying to keep from shaking by this point.

Hop, hop, hop.

The Bunny eyes the empty lobby again, just to make sure it is still empty. If anyone sees him doing this, he's in big trouble. But sometimes, well, all the time really, he just has to follow his programming.

Which is telling him, someone has to pay.

So it is that he's carrying a small object, just about the size of an easter egg. Actually, it's painted to look like one too. But with some advanced knowledge, and future technology, the Bunny has created something quite powerful.

"Happy Birthday, buddy." With a quick two hops, he slams the egg into the delivery shoot and hits the button with both feet. After a smooth landing, his beady red eyes stare upwards, waiting for a rush of fire down the tube to tell him he's the new Manager of this place.

BOOM!

As pieces of the residence begin to fall down around his head, he can say but one thing.

"Oops."

((OOC:This is it boys and girls, the big badda boom! Enjoy yourselves.))