Morningstar Manor

Not everyone was that careful about how they disposed of their garbage - which was how it happened that Palug was able to drag a turkey carcass into the lobby and hide under a chair with it. The vigorous purring and crunching sounds were audible several paces away.

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Nick had dropped several boxes of screws down the stairwell and was cursing and collected the scatter. "Mind your feet," he called as he heard footsteps.

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Fin was taking a call from a customer so had paused in the conservatory phone to ear, enjoying the curl of the steam from his coffee cup.

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Leo had tea so all was right with the world. It was some of that new tea too and he was feeling uncommonly alert. He flipped a page on the brief his was reading and scribbled a note in the margin.

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Del was sleepy, but had got up because he was hungry. Hungry for a Mocha caramel muffin. Sometimes you just HAD to.

Declan stood outside of the Mocha in the garden, wearing a casual black sweater with the sleeves pushed up and a pair of jeans. His phone was pressed to his ear and his head was in his opposite hand that also held a lit cigarette. On the other end of the line his mother was informing him that his sister was coming to stay with him whether he wanted her too or not. His sister was a grown woman, but apparently she'd gotten in some trouble and needed a change of scenery. Declan loved his sister and they'd always had fun together, but he'd never had to be responsible for her either. 

Smith sat in the back corner at a table with his back against a wall out of habit. One might say that he looked grumpy and they would be right. He was miserable and completely pissed off, which was a bad combination. He wanted to beat the shit out of something, but he'd already pounded the punching bag in the gym to dust more times than he could count this week. He missed Laura. He wanted her back, but how did he get her? He'd pretty much burned that bridge the last time he'd seen her. Sighing, he took a sip of his coffee and glared at the world in general. 

Oliva was sitting on one of the couches with her legs tucked up beside her and her shoes on the ground in front of her, wearing a dark blue sweater dress that draped to bare one shoulder. There was a bag next to her from a Halloween shop in the City and a large photo book in her lap that was all about the works of Alberto Vargas and his pin-ups. She adored retro pin-up art, and she was looking into buying one of his paintings. What better way to make an informed decision than to read up and look at all of his work?

Isabella stood in line with her hands tucked into the pockets of her new, cream colored coat. She smiled at everyone that looked at her. She was in a fabulous mood and had been for over a week now. Micah and her were getting along amazingly well, her mom had come out of her surgery okay, and things were just... Good. Almost frighteningly so.

For those that could see, there was a winged creature out and about today. It was summer time, the weather was getting warm, and Goblin was waking up from his sleep. He didn't hibernate, not really, but sometimes, especially when it was cold, he would curl up behind the nice warm boilers and sleep the days away.

Now though he was very much awake and out for a little fun. With new people in the Manor that meant new things to find and so he began his 'hunt'. His hunt for sparklies.


He found a few in the garage - little shiney round things that made neat noises when you turned them. There were other things in other places too - pretty stone he'd seen ladies where in their ears, the shiney things on people's wrists that showed numbers, other things he wasn't sure what they were but they sparkled! No place was safe and Goblin found things and dashed back to his little nest, hid them, then went out again.

It was such fun!



[ooc: if you want your pup to react to losing something by commenting here that's fine, if you want someone to see/interact with Goblin that's fine, or it can stay closed and your pup can react elsewhere. up to you!]

It was close to 3am when Charlie got back to the apartment. Nia had been more than usually restless and at 1am he had cracked and had put her in her stroller and took her for a walk through the Manor. She had stopped her loud gusty crying as soon as they were on the move, restricting herself to heart-broken demands for 'Wosie'. For the first hour she had whimpered and wept, then her eyelids had drooped and she had slept, damp, sticky and exhausted.

Charlie felt much the same as he pushed her slowly home and opened the door to the apartment. He couldn't remember being so tired or so worried and he knew Deacon was no better. He only hoped that he'd been able to get some sleep.

People came and went, times changed, but some things remained the same.

Like the fact that Goblin was always around, always checking things out. And always getting into trouble. Today he'd broken some mugs in the Mocha, chased some cats and stolen a few pretty sparklies from the dresser of one of the ladies up on 12.

All in all a good day.

Like all cats Palug was fascinated by water. It was the dancing sparkle of it. He felt that he should really be able to pin it down with one big paw the way he occasionally did with a butterfly or a moth. But water wouldn't pin. Water was WET!

But he could't resist looking, either from the edge of the pool or the rafters above. Today he had been up on a lounger, happily watching the glint and the comming and hasty going of the tenants. But when he had had the place to himself and had gone to the edge for drink - it didn't taste very nice but it was too far down to the Mocha to blag some cream - the damned pool had come and got him.

He still couldn't believe it as he started his fourth, or was it fifth, circuit of the pool. Because every time he got close to the edge a wave would wash him back to the middle.

So - in the pool, one soaking wet, extremely angry tabby tom-cat, just beginning to get a little bit frightened.