Morningstar Manor

A few days under her belt and Jazz believed the worst was behind her. She'd avoided Jane on Tuesday, making sure to find something outside the apartment to do before the maid had even arrived, and working helped. Nobody knew there, and it was easier to pretend nothing was out of the ordinary.

She swallowed the whispers she heard from the pair of maids she'd had the misfortune of crossing paths with, and ignored the looks she got when she passed the security desk...As it turned out, there was only thing she couldn't handle with a combination of poise, grace and false deafness.

Joy.

All it took was one, not exactly whispered, drop of the word "whore" and Jazz was abandoning all hope of getting coffee from the Mocha and retreating to the Gardens.

There she settled on a bench, pulling her legs up to her chest and resting her chin on her knees. Still bristling, she studied an early blooming flower across the way and tried to decide if it would be worth it go walk to the closest Starbucks for coffee, or if she should just call it day and go home.

His blond hair still damp after the shower Thomas was in his rooms getting dressed for the day when he heard the distant knock on the main door. He glanced at the clock - it shouldn't be the maid yet since she was always exactly on time. Frowning he buttoned his shirt but left the tie hanging open from under the collar and went to open the door since Lucas was apparently still sleeping soundly and not stirring.

Emily was distractedly singing along to Fiona Apple's music that was playing on the back ground while she was ironing her sparkling white aprons in her bedroom. She heard the distant text message chime of her cell phone from the kitchen, and once she had finished ironing and folded the long wide apron she was working on, she put down the iron and went to get the phone.

A little surprisingly the message was from Amarie. Its content, however, was even more surprising.

gah! MEN! My stopid bro bin fiting, broke hand. go tell im off!

Emily had to read the message several times. Did it really mean that Vinnie had been in a fight and gotten hurt? She felt her heart jump up to her throat. What had happened? Was he alright? "Broke hand"? Even if he was security, he was far from a fighting sort, so the message got Emily very worried.

She pulled the iron's plug out, changed shoes and grabbed her keys. She took the elevator downstairs and soon enough she was knocking on Vincenzo's door with a worried frown on her brow.

After having lunch with Vinnie, Emily still had time before going to work. As agreed upon earlier she wandered to the third floor and look for the right door to knock. She had had to send a text to Anastasia to check what her apartment number was, and now she was excited to see what a flat that belonged to an artist and a company manager.

362, she read the number on the door. This had to be it. She knocked and waited - with a small paper bag in her hands. She couldn't come and visit her for the first time empty handed, could she?

They'd tumbled in from outside about twenty minutes ago, talking excitedly - Zack with large hand gestures - and headed straight for the Mocha. Now the two small men were both sitting cross legged on the couch, huge coffees in hand, and continuing their conversation.

"But I don't remember Spock and Uhura having a relationship," Seth said and Zack waved his hand in dismissal.

"Who cares?" he said. "It was fucking amazing! And could they have possibly gotten hotter actors for Spock and Kirk?"

"Is it sad that I find myself having a serious thing for Bones?" Seth said and giggled. "Scotty wasn't bad either."

Zack shrugged and sipped his coffee. "He reminded me of someone to much," he said and Seth quickly changed the subject back to Spock and Zack perked back up.

MORNINGSTAR MANOR TENANTS' ASSOCIATION

It has been proposed that
a DAY CARE FACILITY should
be started within the Manor grounds
solely for the use of Manor tenants
and staff members.

Please sign below if you think you
might be interested in using this
facility.

J Vision

Chairman
MMTA

By lunchtime several signatures have been added.

Niles wandered out of the manor and into the gardens, taking in everything. His dark hair was still somewhat of a mohawk,  although it'd grown out a little longer than he liked to keep it, and his faded, low-slung, jeans and tight charcoal gray v-neck t-shirt had been washed one too many times in shitty laundromats across the country at 3 AM. The tattoo on his chest was partially visable, and so were the ones on his left and right arms.  The only sounds he heard were that of nature, and his worn black boots on the cobblestones.
He liked it here. It was nice. Clean. Quiet. Full of beautiful women, and it had a parking garage to park Piglet. He was glad that he'd hooked up with Alyssa, if only because she'd given him the hook up on that sweet-ass apartment up on nine. He could get used to this shit. For a while, anyway.
He heard a scuffle in the brush and looked over just in time to see a super tiny white and orange kitten stick it's head out from between some leaves and look at him, a curious, sweet-sounding meow rolling from it's chest. He didn't fuck with pets, didn't have the time and couldn't handle the attachment, but something about the kitten's meow and it's soft, clear, curious gaze made him squat and hold out his hand.
"C'mere, Baby," he cooed in a rumbly, deep voice that he'd used on women a million times over to get his way.
The kitten came willingly, eager even, and he didn't hesitate to scoop it up. It was so tiny it could fit in the palm of his hand, and the moment it made contact with him it turned and tucked itself against his chest, nuzzling it's head under his chin. He sat down on his rear right there in the middle of the sidewalk, a begrudging smile breaking out across his face as the kitten cuddled into him.

Yes! Today was her lucky day!

Not only was there a sign up that showed the idea she'd thrown around with a few people in the garden a few days ago were already becoming reality.

Also, Chandika had just applied for a job! For serious! At last! Arjun had to pay generous alimony by now, seeing how much he really made at his job (he had never brought home the whole sum, the miserable dog!), but Bethan had maintained it would be the right thing to do. She would like it.

The job sounded really interesting -- part-time receptionist at the rooftop spa in a posh department store, not far away. Chandika could walk there! And just now that she had sent off her application, there was the answer to all child-care questions right here at the Manor. That would mean whatever shift she might be put on, the kid would be covered, and no awkward questions, or last-minute scrambling.

Chandika celebrated all these promising beginnings wit a large Mocha mocha, and a yummy, spicy muffin.

Jimmy was standing in the door of Max's office reading off some figures when the elevator opened and Micah got out.

Jimmy glanced at him once, read another total then forwned and took another look.

"Bloo-dy-hell!" he said and shot a warning glance at Max. "What the fuck happened to you? The whole 7th Cavalry?"

Jane had not had a good day. She'd been on edge after the conversation with Charlie about Mr Avery, and going up there had been met with shouts and then the slamming of doors. It had been, uncomfortable to say the very least! But she had done her usual job of cleaning, leaving the apartment as clean as one woman in two and a half hours could get it. Which in Jane's case was very clean.

Then other clients, and laundry, and now, in the last of the evening light Jane was trying to relax, but, not having much luck. Her book wasn't holding her attention, but then, vampires didn't hold any sort of attraction for her, so Twilight was just, not doing anything for her. Luckily it was a library book, so she could just return it and get something else, but she didn't move. Just kept turning the pages slowly.

It didn't help that she still wasn't sleeping properly, and so might not have been quite fully awake.

A plate of toast, a cup of tea, an old movie on the television. It was all she needed, really. Time had passed. She'd been...gone.

But now she was back as if she'd never gone, and Elspeth Vale absently switched the channels as she nibbled toast and drank tea...

Dear Mr. Devereux,

It has come to our attention that your occupancy of apartment 9183 was acquired in a manner which is in direct violation of Morningstar Manor Tenant Association code #4723 -- ie. "that no resident shall obtain occupancy via sublease without first being interviewed by a representative of the Tenant Association."

Per our bylaws, it is required that you have a face to face meeting with a member or members of the T.A.

Please contact me as soon as possible in order to fulfill this requirement. I may be reached between the hours of nine and four at the Tenant Association Office.

Sincerely,

Elspeth Vale

He should have known better.
He should have known this shit was too good to be true, Alyssa telling him he could just take over her apartment with no trouble whatsoever.
Yeah. He'd been here an entire fucking day and already he was getting called to the principal's office like a fucking fifth grader. 
He didn't know what he needed to do or bring, so he just brought himself.
He was wearing a nice, red and black button-down though. It hid the ink. Made him look more respectable. Or, as respectable as he could look these days.
He looked at the name plate on the door. Elspeth Vale. It matched the name on his letter.
He knocked.