Morningstar Manor

Declan stood alone in the gardens, a cigarette held between his index and middle fingers, looking over his new home. His tight charcoal grey button up shirt was unbuttoned a few buttons down his chest with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his black slacks were perfectly tailored. He gave everyone that walked by a slow once over, especially the women, mostly out of a vast appreciation for the female form but partially also due to his desire to find his next model of the month, a regular feature in his magazine Smashing. 
Anyone that caught him looking or gave a look back he gave a megawatt smile, all charm.

Olivia had to wonder if this coffee shop was always this busy or if it was the hag behind the counter's fault as she stood way at the back of the line in the Mocha, watching as customer after customer walked away from the counter looking pissed off. She was dressed casually in a tan vest top, jeans, and a pair of brown boots, her long hair artfully tousled, and actually sort of looking forward to meeting the woman at the counter. Batshit crazy, bitchy  people always made for fun stories.
Sighing, she shifted from one foot to the other, feeling awkward in this new environment and trying to get herself over the fact that she didn't know anyone.

Hi! This is Kristina here, continuing the unintended goal of Ceil and I to BSG-ify the Manor. This is Layla, a Rutherford professor in the Film Studies department. She doesn't teach any production classes, but she does have some background experience in it. Mostly she teaches classes on film theory. The subjects I have lined up for her are Hitchcock, musicals, and David Lynch, but she can teach other stuff too if any of you Rutherford people want to have her as an instructor.

She'll be moving in with her boyfriend Neil (Bridget's brother, played by Ceil, soon to be intro-ed) shortly. Right now she's hanging around the Manor watching Bridget's kids with all the Pandayaddayadda going on. She's very friendly and she loves this building so far, so she'd love to meet you! And with the whole Rutherford thing, just let me know if you want to work something out class or campus-wise! Bye!

Here's her profile: http://mm-kiki.insanejournal.com/904.html

-Kristina
[Yikes, I don't think this journal ever got accepted to mm_plots, but the 'click to join' option isn't working for me.]

Stone had a long day on Tuesdays. He had a Music of World Cultures class at eight in the morning, then he opened his store at ten and spent the entire day catching up on paperwork. He left Alyssa the store for the last two hours at seven o'clock and went home. After setting up some stuffed shells in the over and a pot of sauce for them on the stove, he went to the living room to go over more paperwork, this set for the corner cafe he was still working on getting ready for construction, and waiting for Lara. She was supposed to come over after work. After a half hour he plugged his iPod into its iHome and set it to random.

And then he heard a crashing sound in the kitchen. Slate had managed to knock over the sauce he had set out on the stove. Thankfully, it hadn't been heating, but the deformed little cat was now covered in the sauce, having practically rolled around in it as he started licking it up from the floor. Though he knew cats cleaned themselves and you weren't really supposed to bathe them all that often, it was his only real option for how dirty Slate now was. First he cleaned up the pot and the floor, then he set up the sink without the garbage disposal in it, with a few inches of water. He picked up Slate, who was happily licking alfredo sauce from his fur, and checked the water to make sure it was warm before he started using a little tin measuring cup to scoop up warm water and started cleaning the sauce off. Slate was not a happy camper once water was involved. In fact by the time he heard the door, he was in the middle of still trying to bathe Slate and he had three scratches along his hand and arm.

"I'm too tired for this, cat," He sighed before he turned his head and called out that the door was open. He grabbed the little hose from the sink and held Slate in one hand as he pressed the button down to make the shower of water come out to rinse Slate off.

Emily and Anastasia had met up in the morning and taken a cab to the mall so neither of them had to worry about driving - especially as Emily couldn't really drive anything else but the scooter. After a few hours of partly productive, partly very silly shopping they had decided to have lunch and now they were leaning back with full stomachs and nearly empty glasses of wine.

"That did good," Emily said and patted her stomach. "Where do you want to go next?"

Smith had decided to be spontaneous. That's what women liked, right? And if he was planning on keeping Laura around, which he definately was, he figured he should start treating her like a proper girlfriend. 
So, dressed to the nines in a pair of perfect fit, non-holey jeans and a dark blue button down, he knocked on her door with a bouquet of elegant white flowers that had made him think of her clutched in one big fist.