Morningstar Manor

Two years ago on New Year's Eve Peri and Noah had their first date. Sort of. They're gotten take out and watched some endless hours of the annual Twilight Zone marathon. If he recalled correctly they'd attempting a drinking game that revolved around drinking everytime there was mention of the apocalypse or nuclear annihilation. They couldn't do that this year, for obvious reasons, but Noah cleared his schedule for New Year's Eve and New Year's day just to spend it watching the marathon with Peri.

This is exactly why he'd woken her up at eight-thirty in the morning so that they could drag themselves to the living room for the beginning of the marathon and some breakfast. Most of the day was spent lounging, eating, accidentally falling asleep, pointing out favorite episodes and mocking the over acting. By the time it was dark out, Noah couldn't figure out what to cook and was too tired to drag himself to the kitchen. "How long do you think it'd take if we ordered," He asked Peri.

Keaton Grady had lived in the Manor for a few years now though most of the time he was living out of TV or movie trailers. His TV show was in its third season and had already been picked up for its fourth season - a nice Christmas present if he did say so himself. Since he had some downtime this holiday season, he'd scheduled a lunch date with Veronica (not Mars). It would be nice to talk to her in person rather than online or on the phone as per their usual. He'd sent her a whole, huge, basket of nerf cube warfare weaponry and ammo for Christmas (along with some expensive extra software related gifts as always for her computer/electronic collections) but hadn't taken part in one of the office fights in a long time.

This is exactly why, he had one of her co-workers lure her away from her office before he arrived. He set up hidden under her desk, lying flat on his stomach and set up like he was a soldier on the front lines, waiting for the signal to attack with his Nerf Vulcan Automatic Heavy Blaster" gun. It even had it's own tripod. He aimed it up so when she came around the desk he could just started firing at her. He unloaded 25 'screaming mini-darts' at three darts per second via the cunning use of 6 D-size batteries. Keaton didn't mess around.