Morningstar Manor

Like all cats Palug was fascinated by water. It was the dancing sparkle of it. He felt that he should really be able to pin it down with one big paw the way he occasionally did with a butterfly or a moth. But water wouldn't pin. Water was WET!

But he could't resist looking, either from the edge of the pool or the rafters above. Today he had been up on a lounger, happily watching the glint and the comming and hasty going of the tenants. But when he had had the place to himself and had gone to the edge for drink - it didn't taste very nice but it was too far down to the Mocha to blag some cream - the damned pool had come and got him.

He still couldn't believe it as he started his fourth, or was it fifth, circuit of the pool. Because every time he got close to the edge a wave would wash him back to the middle.

So - in the pool, one soaking wet, extremely angry tabby tom-cat, just beginning to get a little bit frightened.

Chandika had a box of sweets as she was standing by the Mocha door, waiting for her friend.

Not because she thought Bethan needed sweetening, but because she wanted to have something to show her appreciation even for the chance to ask.

Because Chandika had a rather big favour to ask. It was one thing for Bethan to offer; another entirely to really take her up on it.-

They pulled into the college parking lot, and Emma realised she wasn't quite as nervous now she was actually here as she had been waiting in the lobby for Amos to pick her up. He'd offered to drive her in, and she'd been more than happy to accept, knowing that she might otherwise have just sat in her car and worried herself into being late. Now though, it was probably alright, although, she was still nervous.

"So, um, I have my map, my class schedule, and um, we're meeting for lunch at one right?" Emma smiled, "Are you nervous? I know I am."

Adam stopped in at the mail room on his way home, and when a particulary interesting piece of junk mail fell into his hand he new exactly what he had to do. Oh sure, he was 99.3% certain he had nothing to worry about, he couldn't resist wheedling her.

He headed up to Icene's and knocked on her door, holding up the envelope as soon as she opened it, the little black Gerber logo and bold black lettering-"A welcome certificiate for your new baby!"-in plain few.

"Something you need to tell me?"



OOC:Yes, I got (well, my father actually) get this very piece of junk mail today and I couldn't resist.

Casey had come to the conclusion that the Lucas family mailbox hated her. Or else it just liked screwing with her. Either one was incredibly likely, judging by the fact that her key stuck a good fifty percent of the time. It was probably a problem with the key, since her dad's worked just fine, but she didn't really care enough to actually find out.

Besides, it was more fun to swear at the little door.

"Come on, you son of a mother -- oh, there we go," she said with a little cheer as the door popped open and mail came cascading out into her hands.

The Far Pavilions Indian Restaurant

The dance class had been one of their best yet. Demitri had seemed very pleased with them, if a little distracted. Then they had parted to do their own thing for a couple of hours, neither of them feeling particularly hungry for hot Indian cuisine at four in the afternoon.

Vincenzo went home via the market and stocked his fridge then showered and changed and was at the door of the curry house, as arranged at six thirty.

At seven he was still waiting, not yet worried but aware that Emily was late. He asked for another Cobra and shook his head when he was asked if he'd like to order food.

"Please yourself," sniffed the waiter. "I'll come back if she shows up, shall I?"( Read more... )

Summary 23rd to 29th August, 2008

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Lara woke up by herself, which wasn't all that unusual as of late. But then she cracked her eyes open and remembered that she wasn't alone in her bedroom. She was alone in Stone's bedroom. And he didn't hate her anymore. That was good. But he still wasn't there. Lara could vaguely remember him getting up at some point, but that could have also been a dream. She wasn't sure.

She picked up her head to check the clock for the time. It was almost 6:30. She'd been asleep for a while. Leaning up like that was exhausting, so Lara dropped her head back onto the pillow and stared up at the ceiling.