Morningstar Manor

J was in the garage, attempting to balance her work bag and a couple of grocery bags. She'd stopped at the store on the way home and had done a little shopping for dinner.

Noah was in the Mocha, enjoying a a very large coffee and a sandwich while reading a good old fashioned newspaper. He was waiting to go into the studio but that wouldn't be until dinner time.

Grace was on the roof in the hot tub, head back on a folded up towel, watching the sky from behind her sunglasses. It was good to have a night off.

Stone was enjoying an afternoon dinner-spoiling ice cream cone with his (half!)sister, Cassidy at the ice cream place in Vine Square. As luck would have it on the nice day, they were sitting outside at on of the small wrought iron tables and talking about the end of school and the upcoming summer.

Gilly & Ben, Lobby & then some:

Gilly had gotten out of school early because of the carnival and with no homework. She was due to meet up with the Rutherford Toms Shoes kids soon so they could set up at their booth at the carnival. As luck would have it, she was heading out of the stairwell right after on Benjamin Lyon had gotten off the elevator. She hadn't seen him around in a long while, on account of him being at college. This is precisely why she slung her messenger back around behind her and jogged toward him. Her only warning before she leapt onto his back piggyback style was a loud war cry of, "BENNNNNJAMIN!" Hopefully, he wouldn't drop her.

...until other stuff is sorted out!))

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( Short version: Alterna!pregnantJ is killed. Family/Friends are reactionary and awkward )

( Nursery decorating for alterna!babyMadsenWeaver! )

Gilly was, wait for it, actually relaxing. This week, she'd done a lot homework, extra curricular and Kenya stuff-wise, and she'd decided that Saturday was the day she wanted to actually give herself some form of break, before she wound up passing out somewhere out of exhaustion or something. This is exactly why she'd taken nothing more than a blanket, her iPod (with its cute little speaker attached to it), a tennis ball and a squeaky toy, and two very excited dogs. It was strange to her to bring both Damage and Matt's dog Gordie out for walks all the time. She wasn't used to it yet, but Gordie was cool, and also had been shaved up recently for the upcoming warm months so the poor dog wouldn't overheat!

Once they were in the garden, she let them off their leashes and threw the tennis ball, Damage's favorite, for him and then squeaky bone-shaped toy, Gordie's favorite, for him. Both dogs went excitedly running off after each toy respectively and Gilly laid out her blanket in a sunny spot in the grass. She kicked off her sandals, then tugged off her t-shirt since her bathing suit top was on under it. After she laid down on her back, sunglasses on so she didn't have to squint, she set her iPod down next to her and hit play, making sure it wasn't too loud as she slid the bottoms of her soccer shorts up higher to let some more of her legs be exposed to the sun, which was plenty warm at the moment. Whenever one of the dogs would come back, Gilly would take each toy and toss it again for them, making sure not to send them too far away from her or towards anyone milling about.

To: Bailey
From: Gilly
Subject: Got lions and tigers only in Kenyaaaaa
Text:

So, I think I'm getting to that 'above and beyond' status in the over-achiever department. That makes me sound like I'm not humble at all, but whatever. I'm going to Africa. Kenya to be exact. I have a list of cities in Kenya I'll be going to, and when looking them up on google maps, they're literally dirt roads. That's kind of terrifying, right? I mean like crazy, kidnapping horror-movie middle of literal nowhere kind of scary, yeah?

Also, this means immunization necessities. The ones they recommend:
Yellow Fever
Typhoid
Hepatitis A
Diphtheria

They also recommend that I'm up to date on my Polio and Teatnus shots. Good to know. OH! And there are Malaria tablets I'll have to take too.

Sometimes I wonder how I get myself into these things, I really do. There must be some kind of weird genetic freak code stuck in my DNA. Thoughts?

- G

Tuesday had been a long day. It had been an A Schedule so it was a normal long school day, then she'd gone to the nearby diner with a couple people to grab some food before heading back to the school art show to get some quotes and photos so she could write an article for journalism on it. She'd gotten home around seven-thirty but had thankfully done all of her homework throughout the day or before getting dinner at the diner. So after dropping her stuff off and getting a quick shower, she changed into some comfy sweat pants, a t-shirt and a zip up hoodie (all of which were well worn in but not gross looking). She slipped on her soccer sandals and grabbed her laptop bag before heading down to the Mocha for a snack.

She settled into a booth with a coffee, a plate with a mountain of cookies on it and her laptop and notebook. She had some research to do on the TOMS Shoes stuff so she was well-prepared in talking with the students at Rutherford and possibly with the company higher-ups. She was kind of really jazzed about the potential behind this project because she sort of really dug the charity and because there was a lot involved in documenting. She started getting a little engrossed in it, taking an occasional sip from her coffee or bite from a cookie as she took notes, wrote down questions and clicked away.

Lemon Curry, a local act, was on stage tonight. Lara had originally wanted to book them based purely on the Monty Python reference in their name, but once she looked into them she was pleasantly surprised to find out that they were pretty good. She had been looking forward to their performance tonight, and so far they weren't disappointing.

She had been back by the windows, discussing this was Lando, but when coat check shift change time rolled up, he had to take off and do his employee-duty. Lara stayed by the back and stood up on her toes to see if she could spot her co-owner Peter in the mess of dimly lit heads. When that search proved fruitless, she headed forward through the crowd to go to his office. It was when she took a glance toward the bar that she bumped into someone.

"Sorry!" she said, and looked back to see her victim.

There are so many things wrong with this article it's not even funny. Well it is kind of funny, but mostly it pisses me off. I know you'll be with me on this.

http://www.observer.com/2008/urbane-tomboys

What made it truly (truly, truly) outrageous is the fact that Peter originally e-mailed it to me with the message of: "Sound familiar?"

Insult!

And on a more important note, how are you feeling?

L

Travis woke up early since his phone had gone off. He flipped it open, grinned and sent his twin a pervertedly well wishing birthday greeting back. Then he spotted the gift from Memphis, paired with a news excerpt in a card. Grinning, he decided it would be the perfect shirt to wear today for school. Paired with faded jeans and his black sneakers, he headed off to the Mocha, to grab breakfast for the ride to school. Memphis had gone off already and left a note that he'd be busy working all day. Looks like he'd have to deal with the bus today.

This with a note:

I really hope you weren't hurt.

Gilly settled in after returning some quick messages people had left while she was in the hospital thanks to the damn news. She was lounging out in the living room, unable to make herself sleep even though she felt exhausted. She picked up her phone and sent a text to Casey to let her know she was home.

Home now. Bored as hell. Can't sleep. Come waste time with me even though there's school tomorrow?

( Return Message to Lara from J )

( E-mail to Bailey )

( Call to Lara )

OMGWTF are you okay?

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