Morningstar Manor

It was odd being back in the City. Since Brendan had left in such a hurry, his blind employer in tow, he had only paid fleeting visits.

Now Bill had recovered, not completely but well enough, Brendan was free to do what he liked where he liked and had returned for a few months to see friends and family and to set up his next job.

Vine Square had improved beyond belief, he thought, as he moved along the shop fronts.

Among Jimmy's many duties was making sure the boss's vehicles were serviced and valeted regularly. So today he was combining collecting a car from the workshop with collecting Max from the Manor.

This was even more useful because it gave him a chance to bug the TA representative about his place on the waiting list.

That done, he leaned on the security desk and chatted to Frank while eyeing the prettier lady tenants.

A good morning's work so far and he'd only been up an hour.

"Hey, Andras, Charlie here. How're you doing? Andy told me the bad news. I'm so sorry. Any time you want a chat you know where I am."

Yay, Christmas, yay happy new year. Did everyone get what they wanted? I did. Best of all I got a job. Three days a week for Boormans - you know that place that makes steel fabrications. I'm in the office doing 'secretarial work' which means making coffee and photocopying and sticking labels on envelopes mostly. But it's a start! And it's nice to have some money again. Vinnie says he'll teach me to drive.

So that's my year so far. How about yours?

In the evening, there was a ghost in the conservatory, in a corner behind tall ferns, playing with a deck of tarot cards.

"We totally don't need any more tall dark strangers here!" he murmured, turning around the next card.

He had got much better at manipulating physical matter since last year. If your mind ran that way, you might even not notice that he was a ghost.-


[[OOC: New Year Tarot Post, open to all and sundry -- see last year's post that I linked above! Open until it scrolls off your flist!]]