Morningstar Manor

Toward the back of the queue for the Mocha stood Adam, hands in his pockets and a vaguely sleepy expression on his face.

The line inched forward and he yawned before shuffling a few steps closer to the counter. He rolled his head against his shoulders tiredly and inhaled a deep breath, wondering if he could get a contact buzz just from the coffee-scented air.

He was so looking forward to being able to sleep in tomorrow.

~.~

For the first time since the incident Jazz was out and about in the Manor. Her face had finally healed enough for her to cover most of them with a little extra makeup and she took advantage of it, stopping in the mailroom on her way home from classes (and she was a little early today because no power on Earth could get her to go to her dance class yet) to collect her mail, which had been piling up.

She stood at the sorting counter, shifting the important mail into piles by category - bills, personal, pleasure - and tossing junk into the trash. Nearby a pumpkin spice muffin from the Mocha sat open and half-eaten on its wrapper and every once and while she paused to pick at it while shooting considering glances at the tee-shirts someone had left behind.

In the morning Lucas was having a smoke in the gardens before heading to work. To bide his time he was juggling his cell phone, wallet and a pack of cigarettes. It didn't matter if they fell - the yellowed grass was soft enough even for the phone. He tried some new moves he had seen a while ago - throwing one item behind his back and so on, and occasionally he succeeded in it.

*

Around noon Emily could be found sitting in the Mocha with her laptop and some notes she had scribbled down. She was writing a new Me2Me2 blog entry - it had come to her habit to write a public foodie post twice a week - and this time she was sharing ideas and recipes on stir-frys.

*

In the evening Laura left her apartment to go down to the Mocha. Not that she really wanted anything special, but she felt like moving about in case she would bump into Smith since she had a strange feeling about him. She joined the queue in the Mocha, however, without having seen a glimpse of him, and eyed the apple pie wondering if it had any nuts in it or not.

*

Robert peeked his head out of his apartment and since the corridor was empty, he left and walked to the elevator. He had been avoiding Olivia all week and felt terrible about it. So terrible in fact that he felt like having a pint or five, and so he was going to the Slaughtered Lamb.

*

Dressed in a charcoal suit with a dark violet shirt with no tie, Thomas entered Sanctuary after work. It had been an unusually long while since he had been out the last time - two weeks! - so he was happy to feel a familiar buzz when he was surrounded by loud music, women with long legs and short skirts and other people as concerned with appearances as he was.

( Ana )


( Emma )