Thursday Afternoon, in the Garden, Stone & OTA/Multiple Welcome
Stone had spent a good chunk of his morning (meaning he actually woke up around seven even though he could've slept in another two hours) looking up information on the buildings Poe had told him she'd been interested in looking at for apartments. Then he'd gone to his composition class. He'd stopped for lunch at the store to check on things and now he was in the garden. This was because he was avoiding television today since most of it was full of depressing shit like close ups of photos of people who jumped out of the WTC buildings rather than burn to death after the planes hit them. People weren't going to forget things like that and, in Stone's opinion, that was why things like that did not have to be replayed for a week straight leading up to and including September eleventh.
Anyway, he'd dropped off his computer and laptop and had picked up his guitar. He had, however, decided to take Slate with him. Slate was always trying to get out of the apartment and then got scared and had to be brought back, so Poe had gotten him a little blue kitty...harness, leash thing. Stone stuck the handle of it around his ankle and let Slate have a ball in the grass while he futzed around with his guitar and a notebook in an attempt to possibly get something worthwhile written.