Morningstar Manor

Kate sat in the Mocha again by herself at a corner table, people watching with a confused look on her face. People were fascinating creatures sometimes, she pondered as she watched a gentleman walk by with what looked like fist-sized holes in his ears. "Why would he do that?"  she said out loud to no one in particular, not disgusted or anything like that. Just... Confused.

Declan was definately not in the Mocha or even anywhere close to the Mocha. He could kill his sister, he decided for about the millionth time since last Saturday as he puffed on a cigarette up by the pool. He hadn't had coffee in days aside from the swill he'd tried to brew up on his own and it was just - not working.

Olivia was down in the laundry room tediously folding a stack of her intimates and singing along with a surprisingly good voice to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs song that was playing through the one iPod earbud she had in.

Smith was down in the gym currently pounding the crap out of the punching bag with a knife wound he'd stitched up himself on his right bicep. He felt restless and uneasy and was snapping quicker and easier now, which had lead to the fight that had caused the wound. He hadn't seen Laura in forever, however he was keeping tabs on her to make sure she was staying safe. Had he seen her, the stitches might have been a little prettier.

Drew was a little drunk, he decided as he made his way into the lobby. He'd had a few Ketel One martinis and while they might look  like pussy drinks - whoa, was he trashed. Smiling at Frank, he tipped an imaginary hat and ripped down a bright yellow flyer that he'd seen other places in the City. "Motherfucker," he murmured to himself.

Kate sat in a part of the lab that she technically shouldn't be in, but it wasn't like there was anyone here to really enforce that rule anyway. Instead of her research labs, she was sitting in the heart of the astronomy lab, marking down coordinates as she picked them up from the large telescope. She'd went home and changed after work and was now sitting there in a long sleeved dark blue v-neck t-shirt and a pair of jeans with her hair up in a messy bun and no lab coat. No one to look professional for at this hour.

There was a checklist of questions for Kate to answer about her assistant, and not one of which she had the answer to. She'd always found Brian to be competent and he showed up on time, but other than that she had no real opinion.
There were questions here about his team work, cleanliness, ability to follow orders. How the fuck should she know?
The review had to be completed before the first of the year in order for Brian to get his raise on time and she supposed she should get to work.
With a wary sigh, she headed out of her lab and into the offices.

Kate had moved in to the Manor last week, but she hadn't gotten around to having a day off since until now. Faced with lots of freedom and no one that needed her to account for her actions and no boxes left to unpack, she didn't know quite what to do with herself.
She pulled on a deep green sweater and a pair of jeans and wandered down to the coffee shop that she'd seen but never tried. It was pretty busy and the girl behind the counter could use an attitude adjustment, she decided as she sat down at a corner table and tried not to infringe on anyone's personal space. There was a gossip rag that someone had forgotten laying on her table and she picked it up, reading the headline.

"Tiger Woods takes hiatus from golf," she read out loud to herself, then scoffed. "Right. Because golf was so the problem."

Brian hunched over his desk, scribbling at a long list of integers and figures, tapping his pencil against his lower lip every so often as he squinted in concentration. This was some damned tough stuff, but he was glad to be doing it. It kept him busy and if he looked busy, his boss wouldn't be able to get on his case about NOT being busy.