Morningstar Manor

To: Peri
From: Noah
Subject: So...

I've been meaning to ask, since your mom keeps saying 'hi', when should I expect to be presented to your family and should I be scared of this prospect? Just thought I'd ask while I'm sitting here bored as hell since my evening session canceled on me last minute, the fuckers.

- Noah

Calling Peri's apartment a mess would be a bit of an understatement. Way too much laundry to be done, books and newspapers all over the place, and a couch pillow halfway across the room. So it really shouldn't have been surprising to anybody that knew her that she was spending her Monday evening cleaning like hell instead of going out and being social.

The extent of her social schedule for the evening would probably be seeing the boyfriend at some point, if that. He'd wander by her place, or she'd go wander by his. They were pretty good with the wandering, really.

Peri was restless, and since it was a perfectly nice evening, she was taking the opportunity to explore the gardens. The gardens that she really hadn't spent much time in at all despite having lived there for six months or so. Whoops.

At the moment, she was seated on a bench, just sort of looking around and enjoying everything. It was damn nice to be able to just sit for a change. Of course she had her cell-phone on her in the event of something happening at work, but unless that happened -- or unless the quasi-boyfriend called -- she could just sit and observe to her heart's content.

It was obscenely early -- to the tune of somewhere between three and four in the morning -- but Peri couldn't sleep, which was why she'd pulled her robe and slippers on before shuffling her way to the elevator and going down to grab the mail that she'd ignored on her way upstairs after work.

She shut the mailbox, stuck her keys in the pocket of her robe, and sat down in a chair to go through the stack of envelopes.

((Multiple welcome, choose your poison if any!))

- Gilly had wanted to avoid public for a little while, but she was hungry and wanted some coffee so she had ventured to the Mocha and was sitting by herself in a booth with a sandwich and a coffee, attempting to busy herself with some schoolwork

- J had stayed home today to keep an eye on Gilly, but right now she was down in the laundry room taking care of quite a lot of laundry that had piled up between herself, Matt and Gilly. Also, she really wanted some pickles - sweet pickles not deli pickles. And if the baby didn't stop kicking soon, J was...going to do something. She had no idea what but it would be something, damnit.

- Stone was wandering around through the various places in the Manor, looking for one lost growth deficient kitten-shaped cat named Slate. Slate had gotten out when Poe had left for school and Stone had promised to find the damn cat before she got back. So far he was unsuccessful.

- Grace was heading into the lobby in the morning, having just gotten off of work, with arms full of grocery bags and feeling pretty sluggish and tired at the moment. She'd spent most of her time so far in this building on a crazy work schedule, awake and out during most of the night and sleeping most of the day, waking up to make dinner for herself and Jagger. She was exhausted - and had just lost her grip on one of her grocery bags.

- Noah was taking a break. He didn't have any sessions until tomorrow morning and he was chillin' out (max) and relaxin' up in the hot tub with his headphones on, his eyes closed and his head back on a folded up towel he was using as a pillow.

Spencer was tired, somewhat fed up, and decidedly not interested in being on his own right now. So instead of heading up to his apartment he'd come into the Mocha, and was now on his third refill of coffee, and his second page of illegible scribbles about thieves and security measures. Very illegible, since most of them had been scrubbed out, scribbled through, or doodled over.

They'd been hit again today, midweek, and with whoever it was walking out of the store with nearly two thousand dollars worth of stock from the store, not just ladieswear, but from the stockcheck (now done daily to try and figure out what was going) they'd had several CD's, books, and some small electrical items. Just how they'd done it Spencer wasn't entirely sure, but the security tags were still in the store.

He sighed, and finished that coffee, signalling the barista for a refill and looking round. What he needed right now was some company to distract him from his troubles.

Noah was only mildly late due to a late shower, as he headed for Peri's apartment to collect her so they could go to dinner. He was only late because Wicket had taken his good ol' time during their walk. Either way, he straightened out his shirt as he approached her door. Once he was outside of it, he lifted his hand and knocked before checking his watch. Yeah they had time still anyway so they were good to go.

Guess who forgot we had plans on Wednesday? Yep, that'd be us! Wow, what a pair we are, huh?

You, me, doing something together soon. Sound like a plan?

Stone was not in a laundry mood, but alas, he had to clean his clothes. He'd also gone a step further and gathered the dirty clothes from Poe's basket as well, figuring he might as well kill two birds...ah well you know the rest. So he lugged the over filled basket down along with necessary items like detergent and such. He also carried his acoustic down with him too. He'd been in an odd mood lately and was hoping to make good use of it.

After loading up a couple of washers, Stone pulled up a seat by the table in the room and dropped his current song notebook onto the table. He flipped it open to a blank page and stuck a pencil in to hold the place. Then he picked up the guitar and made sure it was tuned the way he wanted. After that he started playing around picking at the strings hoping some kind of rhythm or melody or combination of the two would strike him.