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[19 Mar 2009|01:00am] |
Who: those wonderful Woods
When: Afternoon
Where: Leto's room
After lunch, Leto and Levon returned to their room (though Levon didn't entirely understand why his mother had insisted on taking the stairs), and Leto tucked her son in for a nap. That done, she closed the bedroom door, and fell back on the couch. She still kind of wanted to go freak out or throw up, but for the moment she was calm. Really.
She wasn't entirely dismissing the idea of freaking out, though. Maybe later. For now... she had better warn her family. The thought of Alex randomly running into Micah was a little terrifying. She reached for the phone and dialed his room number. This is not going to be fun.
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| An Early Morning Phone Call |
[19 Mar 2009|02:48am] |
Who: Az (some sleeping!Jeb) Closed
When: Six AM on the dot
Where: Az and Jeb's suite
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| Life is Sketchy |
[19 Mar 2009|09:37am] |
Who: Molly, Open
When: 11:00 am
Where: Cyamites
Molly sat quietly, for once. In fact she hardly seemed like herself as a large cup of Chi, decorated with smudges of light charcoal, sat on the table in front of her, rapidly cooling in the air conditioning. She had a cell phone on the table and her eyes would flick to it as her pencil made sweeps over an art pad, occasionally her already blackened fingertips would move to smudge here or there. Her tongue was just peeking out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrated, a tiny line forming between her brows.
She sighed and reached to take another sip of Chi. No coffee for her. Vibrating was not good when a steady hand was required. She squinted and leaned closer to the paper as she went back to work.
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| She really wasn't much of a literary nut, but... |
[19 Mar 2009|11:47am] |
Who: Az and Jeb
Where: Homer's Study
When: About 7 AM
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| People Watching |
[19 Mar 2009|08:10pm] |
Who: Morgan and Melissa
When: Noonish
Where: Cyamites
It had been something of a busy morning for Morgan; with the New Year's festivities that evening, everyone and their sister seemed to be popping up in the spa for a day of pampering. Normally, that would entail only hair and nails and leave Morgan pitying the hardworking stylists, but today it appeared that massages were on the menu as well. It seemed many of the ship's women - and quite a few men - felt the need to get some tension worked out before heading out come evening to get hammered.
Morgan finished her last appointment before her lunch break and happily escaped the spa, heading downstairs. She wasn't terribly hungry, so she ended up grabbing some coffee and a croissant at Cyamites. Finding a corner table where she could see the whole establishment, Morgan opened the book she'd brought (mostly as a cover, though it was interesting reading in its own right) and let herself do some people-watching. She needed to keep her skills sharp; this was a good a way to do it as any.
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