Morningstar Manor

The fact that Loki now had his own flat was great. Aaron was certainly happy to be rid of him and Loki was glad to finally have his own space - so he could have fun. The fact that his new place was the flat of that lady who had jumped out the window - well that didn't bother him.

Decorating the place would be easy for him - a snap of his fingers and viola, instant furniture. But he had to at least play the part of human a bit which was why he was now in the lobby signing for a HUGE tv that had just been delivered.

"I don't get it," Deacon said, sitting in the passenger seat of the Dodge, one foot out the open door, and staring at the glove box. "It's shut tight now and no matter how much I tug it ain't openin'. So how come it keeps smackin' you on the knees?"

Since Tuesday was Emily's first day off in way over a week, she decided to pop into the Slaughtered Lamb after work. The time was closing in on midnight when she wandered in with her red scooter helmet, nodding a hello to Molly who went past her collecting empty glasses.

The woman in her blue jeans and black jacket walked to the counter looking around if she saw anyone familiar, and when she sat down, she tugged the ponytail off her hair and let her wavy brown locks fall free on her shoulders before she got to make her order.

"Hey, I'll have a cider, please."

He couldn't sleep, much as he tried, so Demitri took himself and his iPod up to the roof. No one was there, no one was likely to be there and music wasn't likely to bother anyone so he plug his iPod into the little speaker system he had brought as well and soon the pool house was filled with Coldplay's Viva la Vida.

Dressed only in board shorts that sat low on his hips Demitri watched the stars through the glass roof for a bit then let the music take him away and began to dance. Graceful movements brought him close to the pool time and again until finally he allowed himself to fall in only to finally end up floating on his back and continuing to watch the stars.

A rather battered Suzuki microvan drove up before the main entrance, and parked where it wasn't supposed to; a skinny guy with lots and lots of curly blond hair hopped out of the driver's door, unloaded a backpack and two duffels (for the moment) and walked into the lobby, smiling brightly and holding a crumpled piece of paper.

Yes, within the space of two days, paper could get crumpled around Ricky Sands.

He was looking for somebody at least vaguely official so he could get his keys and move in. Hurrah for apartment in the Manor! Mr. Moray, it seemed, had been as good as his word.-

Emma was having a quiet, lazy day. By early evening, she'd opened all the cards she'd received and the present that had arrived from Julie in the post, and managed to make her very own raspberry pavlova. She felt rather accomplished, and was quite happily settling down in her apartment, ready to eat the whole thing by herself. Lily was of course sat at her feet, staring up at the plate, piled high as it was with cream and meringue and raspberries.

"Well, Lily, I don't think it will be very good for you, but you can try just a little piece ok? A little piece, in a minute when I've tried it first." She laughed at the dog, who was managing to somehow look deprived and yet eager at the same time. "Oh you are funny Lily, still, it's my birthday, and my pavlova."

She dug her spoon in, and then stopped, as the sound of someone knocking on the door came through the apartment.