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Maureen is feeling the cold, she is wrapped in several layers and has found a seat near a heater.

She has a book open about costume.

She sometimes takes notes.

Who: Robert O'Brien and OTA.
Where: The Fitness Room of Here.
When: Some afternoon or other.
What: Exercise is key...

[[ OOC: And Slow-Time, folks, life being the way it is these days...]]


Robert O'Brien doesn't have a show to prepare for, not as a dancer or a choreographer. He doens't have to worry about his weight the way he used to or even his level of fitness.

But he wants to.

He's been dancing more lately, working on some routines, just for the hell of it. Now he's standing in track pants and a T-shirt, uncharacteristically unshaven - because he hasn't just let it go for a while now - doing arm curls and swigging bottled water.

It's strangely liberating, to be back on track, though he doesn't look quite like himself, at all. He feels more relaxed than he has been in years.

And he's still waiting for that other shoe to drop.

Brooke was sitting down in one of the cafés, drinking some cold tea and working on some drawings. As stupid as it could sound since she had no means to send them to her company, she still wanted to work on them and get them as better as she could.

Who: Presto and Open
What: A little magical mixing
Where: The lobby, next to, and on, the table.
When: Evening
Rating: TBD

( Abra-cadabra... )

Other then Dawn keeping him company, Murphy really didn't have much going on. He was waiting for that Abby chic to come find him so he could teach her the bow, Lucas was a good kid, wasn't like a lot of the guys he knew. Didn't like to fuck around and he was so caught up in his wife, which was nice, but he missed his brother a lot. Lucas rarely came to find him and when he tried to let off some steam by horsing around, Lucas didn't seem game. Murphy felt a little disconnected, he missed his Ma and his Da and Connor. He sat outside, throwing rocks into the pond and smoking some of the last of his cigarettes.

Kara was struggling to fill all the spare time being Here had given them. There was only so many times she could run around the lake, or spend time in the gym. So she'd just wander around the grounds, and residence. And today, she'd been drawn to the music room. She was sitting at the piano, running her hands along the keys.

She started to play, slowly remembering the notes.

"You ready, honey? One, two, three..."

Four-year-old Kara carefully hit the keys as he did, copying her father's movements, but at first she was too slow. He slowed too, letting her catch up, and smiling down at her.

"Perfect! You'll be better than me in a few years."

Kara beamed. "Can I come on tour with you then?"

His face softened. "You don't want to honey. You'd be bored. And you'd miss your mom."

Kara shook her head. "No I wouldn't," she vowed. Her dad had laughed, but Kara didn't get what was funny.

She played the song, lost in thought.She hadn't progressed much since she was young. Once she lost the hope that her dad would let her come along with him, that he was ever going to come back, it had seemed pointless.

After a few minutes she stopped, lifted her right hand and flexed her fingers, rubbing them as they cracked, trying to ease the dull ache. That injury hadn't helped her musical career, either.

She shook herself. Being Here really did give her too much time on her hands if she was thinking about all of this crap. She couldn't seem to pull away from the piano, though, and started playing again, slow and methodical.

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.

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!]]

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.

Derek sat in Tea Leaves with a cup of coffee before him. He was glad of the Clinic as it gave him something to do but he still didn't know how to fill all his free hours. He took a sip of his coffee, sat back in the chair and thought about Martha and whether he should go ask her if she wanted to go for another swim, or a walk or something.

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 Maureen Johnson
Where the Boutique and OTA

Maureen was trying to plan some outfits, she was hoping at somepoint to be able to put on a performance or two but at the moment lacking in any equipment. She decided to start somewhere easy with creating a look she wanted to show.

So to the boutique she went armed with pad and pen to note things down as well as pick up some of the more choice items.

Derek decided to take a stroll around the grounds. He walked by the golf course and examined it. He hadn't play golf in a long time. He picked up and club and a ball and tee. He placed the tee in the grass and put the ball on it. He lined up to take a shot and made a swing. He watched as the ball soared off into the distance.

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.