Morningstar Manor

When she heard, she wanted to visit the teen in person, but realized she might not be up for visitors yet so settled for sending get well wishes via an edible arrangement.

I'm sorry to hear about what happened, I hope you feel better soon. ~Jazz

"Hey, Vinnie just told me you had an accident. What happened? Ring me back, huh? Or - or text me if you can't talk. Or - oh, shoot I hope you didn't break both thumbs. That would be TOO harsh. Get back to me, 'kay?"

{Wherever she happens to be}

A bouquet of fruit sorbet flowers and a note:

I am so so sorry!! I hope these soothe your bruises.

xx Charlie

Ang had been settling Gavin down to sleep, rocking him gently in the nursery, crooning a lullaby a she half dozed herself, mind wandering from Thanksgiving to Christmas, and on through the future she would love to see come to pass.

Alec appeared in the doorway, face tense. "Ang? That was Andy on the phone, something happened at the gallery. We need to get down to Saint Martin's, Emma's there.

"What?" Ang looked up, still half lost in her daydreams, "But, she was at work, surely Emma should be safe there? How on earth did she manage that?"

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It was late, and the gallery was just closing. Emma had pulled down the blinds, gathered her things, and then turned off most of the lights. She was ready to go, just as soon as Andy finished shutting everything else down and set the alarm.

In the office Andy was winding up the day too, turning off the pc and the coffee machine, washing out the jug and disposing of the used grounds. Looking around she gave an approving nod - shared office space had to be kept tidy - then slipped on her coat and slung her bag over her shoulder and hooked her cane over her arm.

She left the office, closing and locking the door, then went to help roll down the grilles over the windows.

( Home time! )

It seemed reasonable that Emma would get lunch at some point so Amarie waited until sure that Leena was there before diving in through the door and saying, "Hi - got half an hour to spare. I need some advice."

That morning Andy had already been on the phone when Emma had arrived and she hadn't as yet had a chance to speak to her.

She put the phone down with a heavy sigh, flicked the switch on the kettle - it was a tea day, she'd already had enough coffee to make her hands shake - and she went out into the body of the gallery to ask if Emma wanted a cup. ( Read more... )

Travis was restless and that meant late night wandering. He settled in on the couch in the lobby, stretched his legs out and laid back taking up the whole thing. His shoes, however, remained on the floor. It might not be proper for him to lay stretched out on the couch here, but he had manners enough to kick off his shoes. Just in case somebody came by to glare at him for being improper.

Emma had been waiting outside the Flamingo Lounge when Lucas finished work, and together they'd gone game shopping. Looking for something they'd both enjoy playing, but that could be played cooperatively was a challenge, but they finally settled on Neverwinter Nights 2, a role playing game format with plenty of monsters and a definite team work requirement.

Now, arriving back at the manor they were both laughing, partly because the image of Emma as a hulking barbarian was rather funny, but also because it was just nice to toss ideas back and forth about what made the best weapon choices, and which attributes should be increased first. They crossed the lobby, and took the elevator up to twelve, then headed into the apartment Lucas shared with his uncle.

"You're sure he's out at work?" Emma set the pizza box down and soda cans down on the coffee table, "This place is um, kind of clinical? Does he not do homey and comfortable?"

Arriving at the Auberge a bit early, Jazz headed inside where it was warm and picked a table near the front window where she figured Anastasia and Emma would be able to spot her easily. As she unbuttoned her slim, dark trench to reveal her casual combination of a black skirt and one of the tee-shirts from the mailroom a barista approached and she placed an order for a cup of tea

While the order was filled she settled in a chair, crossing her legs neatly as she watched the street beyond the window, looking for her companions.

Emma had received the note, but hadn't been able to think of anything, and had then forgotten about it. Except now, she'd had an idea. So she sent Charlie a text, hoping it wasn't too close to any time sleepy....

Charlie, there's nothing I miss that badly, but, could you get a little something for Ang? Just something truly English, but not a cream tea, don't think that would travel too well! Hugs to all! Emma

( Ana )


( Emma )

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.

Loki ( Read more... )

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And finally because while he'd never spoken to the woman she was a Manor tenant and he was outraged at what had happened, these with a ( note: )

Yesterday in between her third nap and Thomas coming by after work Jazz thumbed through her Manor phone book and looked up Anastasia Wentworth and Emma Brooks while using her laptop to search the stock of her favorite local flower shop. She'd have preferred to say thank you in person, but she knew it was going to be awhile before she stopped looking like a lopsided raccoon and she didn't want them to think she wasn't completely, wholly, grateful for what they'd done for her in the meantime.

So on Sunday afternoon deliveries were made for Emma and Anastasia.

Both came with a note.

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After chasing Gavin around most of the night, the little tyke finally tuckered out and Alec found him fast asleep in Faith's dog bed. The dog sat nearby, watching with what Alec could only assume qualified as the doggie equivalent of a bemused expression.

She looked up at Alec, upper lip hooked back by her one of her lower canine's and made a gruff, whining noise.

But that's my bed, Alec imagined her saying.

He chuckled softly and reached down to rub her ears, "I know, I know." Over his shoulder he called out to Ang. "Hey, Ang, come in here for a second."

There was still a stretch of purple-pink along the horizon line, but otherwise night had well and truly fallen by the time Jazz had made her way outside after her Friday night dance class. She paused just outside the door to zip up her sweater part way - it wasn't cold, but there was a chill, Fall was definitely around the corner - and scroll through her iPod for a better song. Popping the little device back into her pocket, she pushed one earbud into her ear and left the other one dangling as she skipped down the steps and starting across the quad, heading for the parking lot.

Doug and Bob were waiting in the parking lot. It was finally night time and they had the cover of dark going for them. There were a few lights in the parking lot that were out and that coupled with the shadow cover from some obnoxiously large student cars, made for great cover. An unsuspecting victim wouldn't notice any extra shadows hanging about. So Doug and Bob waited. A few groups of students came by but they didn't mess with groups. It was too messy and it was more likely that they'd just wind up in trouble themselves. But then Doug spotted her. They were crouching near a hummer she was heading right toward, Doug whacked Bob's shoulder and nodded. Bob nodded in agreement and the plan was set in motion. Now they just had to wait for her to get close enough.

( Jazz is attacked on the Rutherford campus by two nefarious types, luckily Anastasia and Emma are passing through and manage to ward off the bad guys and save the day. Authorities in the form of Chad and Icene arrive to begin the task of evidence collection while Jazz is taken to Saint Martins Hospital. )

OOC: Big shout out to Ceil for writing the baddies. :)

On his way down from the 12th floor Lucas half-expected the elevator to stop on the 3rd floor and have Emma step in, but instead it stopped on the fifth floor only to have someone he didn't know join in for the ride to the lobby. Lucas slouched out and looked around the lobby and took his phone out of the pocket of his hoodie to check the time. According to it he was three minutes late.

I got a weird tip today at work! 2 free tickets to the movies. I know why i got them too, they need to be used by the end of the month lol! Wanna come and see a movie with me tomorrow?

Anastasia stood in line, wearing a black and white dress and red heels that matched the belt on her dress, preparing to go to her first class. She felt alright dressing up as today was her bi-weekly lecture day and that always made her nervous. She was looking over her notes, cursing silently as she shook her head. Artists learned by doing, not by listening. She couldn't tell the dean that though and this 'lecture twice a month' shit was giving her a complex.

Bea sat just outside of the Mocha's windows in the garden wearing a long gray tank top, skinny black jeans and a pair of gray flats, sipping coffee and muttering at Pippa as the puppy paced back and forth, frolicking and chasing it's tail and anything that moved instead of going poop, which was really what she'd brought her out here to do. "C'mon, baby. Please? Poop! It's too eaaarrrrllllyyy for you to be this excited," Bea said to the puppy, then sighed to herself as she was ignored once again. Although she couldn't help but smile at her puppy's cuteness.

Declan sat at a table in a white v-neck t-shirt, well fitting jeans, black boots, and a black jacket, checking stock quotes on his iPhone. He glanced up every now and then at the people that walked by, taking in the women, his mind subconciously always scanning for something great, and even...Well. He looked at the women and that was it. Or so he told himself.  Shaking his head, he turned back to his stock quotes, smiling when he saw that he was up. The world's finances might be taking a shit, but somehow Declan McNamara kept coming out on top. Dealing in tasteful pin-ups was such a good business.

Isabella sat in an overstuffed chair wearing a bright red dress that was just loud enough for a Monday morning and her typical severe black heels. Before her there were several pages of the New York Times scattered about and there was a wrinkle of concentration and worry between her brow as she took in all the new news concerning the mayor's grandson's "untimely" death.

Niles was sprawled out comfortably on the couch, wearing a black t-shirt, a pair of his usual jeans, and a brown vintage hat. Sometimes you just had to wear a hat, you know? And it wasn't like it made him look like Gilligan, he thought to himself as he flipped through the pages of Smashing, completely unaware of the blonde, beautiful girl that stood only a few feet behind him, flickering in and out of view and looking at him with longing and sadness.

Olivia was also in line wearing a long-sleeved, short gray sweater dress and a pair of purple shoes, digging through her oversized purse for her cell phone. Why did she have a purse with so much room if she kept losing shit in it? She could hear the phone beeping from somewhere in the depths and was thisclose to going all Ally Sheedy a la the Breakfast Club and dumping the thing right here, embarassing items be damned. 

Smith sat in the back corner of the Mocha looking entirely out of place in a light tan suit that he was couting the seconds until he could remove. It was the monthly 'report to your boss for bullshit day' for him, and yesterday he'd gotten a phone call from his boss saying he was tired of seeing him in black all the time and when he showed up he better be in something that could make him look like a gentleman. When Smith had told him he didn't have another suit, this was sent over. Personally, Smith thought this suit made him look like a fruit, maye even a fruit from the early seventies, but that was all likely just a part of his boss' plan.