The Viewing Globe

Who: Quinn and Charlie
What: Hanging out, discussion of love lives, snuggles
When: Afternoon, September 1
Where: Charlie's apartment

( So...Kamal's pretty hot, huh?: )

WHO: Quinn and Kamal
WHAT: Not quite making it home
WHERE: Near apartments
WHEN: August 31, post battle

Quinn was exhausted. All he could think about was once again trying to make it home to his bed. He really needed to practice more with his power, using it shouldn’t make him this tired. He blinked and rubbed at his face, yawning.

His building was right over there and yet so far away.

He frowned as his hand came away from his face wet. He was so tired that his eyes were tearing? Quinn brought his shirt up and scrubbed his face. As he smoothed his shirt out he blinked.

( Tired. )

WHO: Quinn and Evita
WHAT: Getting Lunch
WHEN: 8/31, 11: 30 am
WHERE: Get Some Bar and Grille

After having settled back in at his apartment, talking to Neil on the phone and deciding to reread A Wrinkle in Time in case Abbie did call, Quinn decided that he wanted an uncomplicated lunch. This meant of course, no cooking. Having decided that a burger with fries and a milkshake sounded good he found himself at the Get Some Bar and Grille.

The place was reasonably not busy and he was seated near the bar since he was by himself. After ordering he opened his book, intent on enjoying a story he’d always loved, but hadn’t read in awhile.

WHO: Nic and Quinn
WHAT: Settling down for the night
WHEN: August 30th, 12 am ish
WHERE: The camp site!

( Not quite settling in for the night: )

WHO: Will and Open
WHAT: Aftermath of Battle
WHERE: Outside of Ranger Apartments
WHEN: August 29th, 4 pm

The only thing steady as Will pulled up was the idle of the motorcyle. God only knows how the severe and battered Ranger managed to safely steer the bike all the way back to campus, but somehow he had. Getting off the bike was the next big challenge he faced as he slowly slid off of it, but anyone looking on could tell there was something wrong. He managed to get the bike on the stand, but never shut the engine off. He pulled his helmet off but did so with great difficulty, pain clearly represented in his right shoulder as he pushed upwards. As his helmet came off, the blood that had erupted from his ears during the fight had left dried trails all the way down his neck. As he brought the helmet down he let it go and it tumbled away from him rolling off into the grass. He started forward, but stumbled, catching himself briefly before continuing on.

WHO: Lindsey and Jake
WHAT: The first date is always the most awkward
WHERE: Asoka Japanese Restaurant
WHEN: August 29th, 7pm-9pmish

( Would you like to go to Asoka with me? )

WHO: Ana and Kasumi
WHAT: Ana to the rescue!
WHEN: 8/29, 6:30pm
WHERE: Downtown Angel Grove

( Leave me alone! I'm not a Ranger! )

WHO: Charlie and Lindsey
WHAT: Charlie is apologizing to Lindsey. Again.
WHEN: 8/29 around 5 pm
WHERE: Lindsey's apartment

Charlie stood in front of Lindsey's door, just staring at the wood. How many times had she done this now? Too many to count, and it certainly wouldn't be the last, if her temper had anything to do with it. She shifted the large basket on her arm so the handle wasn't digging into her skin so painfully. It was laden down with her usual peace offering- several home made burgers and a large box of fries drowning in her homemade cheese sauce. She'd also brought a bucket of ice cream she'd picked up from the store, just in case. Mixing it up never hurt, after all.

She really couldn't delay any longer- she'd been been standing here for a good five minutes. God, she hated doing this. She didn't even get to hope that he wasn't home- his trail ended here. Unless of course he had jumped out the window... She shook her head at her own silliness. Taking a deep breath, Charlie reached forward and knocked on the door. "Here we go again."

WHO: Erin & Ethan
WHAT: Camping trip - getting firewood
WHERE: Forests south of Angel Grove
WHEN: 8/29 - 12pm

Erin had decided that - before anyone else could tell him to do it - he would be helpful and go out in an effort to find firewood. They would probably need it for s'mores later on, and since nobody else had taken initiative, it seemed like the right thing to do. He wasn't exactly great at picking this stuff out, but he would do his best. He and his sister had been on camping trips in the past, and neither of them were hardcore city kids. He had his head held high as he struck out into the forest, grinning, enjoying the fresh air.

So interested in what he'd set out to do, Erin walked right into Ethan, who had - up until now - slipped under his radar.

WHO: Charlie, Will and OPEN
WHAT: Being bored outside
WHEN: August 27, around 10 in the morning
WHERE: Under a tree outside

Charlie was bored.

She had come outside that morning with the full intent of reading a book in the shade of her favorite tree, but she quickly grew impatient with her book and ended up tossing it away. 'Hamlet' was a stupid play anyways- all Hamlet ever did was whine. Now of course, Charlie had nothing to do, and she didn't particularly feel like getting up to do something else, which left her in the unfortunate situation she was now in. She tried to come up with things to do, but found she didn't really feel like doing them.

Getting up was a good idea, but she would have nothing to do. She didn't like sparring alone so that was out. She could finally apologize to Lindsey, but Charlie was worried he might still be mad at her and she didn't have any food for a peace offering. She had just been in town, and clearly reading another book was out of the running. She really just couldn't think of anything else to do, which left her sitting there being utterly and completely bored.

WHO: Lindsey and Will
WHAT: Talking about entertainment and guy stuff
WHERE: Outside of the apartment complex
WHEN: Aug 27th, mid-afternoon

( No matter how you slice it, Han shot first, not Greedo. )

WHO: Adina, Lindsey and OPEN
WHAT: Come interrupt my studying
WHERE: On the lawn, near the cafeteria
WHEN: August 25th, afternoon

Weapons training and Diplomatic Answers in the same day, who thought of that one? Here, this is how to use your weapon and then, this is how not to use your weapon. Even though Adina knew it was a good combo, it still made her want to roll her eyes. Adina spread out on the blanket she’d placed on the ground and wrinkled her nose as she flipped through her book. She also had more homework than anyone had the right to have! One month, Adina reminded herself, you’ve been given about a month to learn everything you need to know so cram it in while you can.

She had a big bowl of chocolate candies nearby and several bottles of soda in a small cooler. She intended to be outside studying for awhile. She flipped open her notebook and began to copy the first question in her homework assignment as she wished for an interruption.

WHO: Penny and Quinn
WHAT: Got something to tell you.
WHERE: Quinn’s apartment
WHEN: August 20th, evening

( Hey, where have you been? )

WHO: Evita
WHAT: Saying goodbye
WHERE: A graveyard in Philadelphia
WHEN: August 24, 9:30 AM

( 'Sorry I haven't come to see you in a while.' )

WHO: Jason and Ansel
WHERE: Ansel's apartment (which he regrets)
WHAT: Learning to cook! (sort of)
WHEN: Early in the afternoon on Sunday Aug 23rd.

When Ansel offered to teach him how to cook, Jason was very happy. Sure, he hated cooking, but learning was always fun. And it would be fun to spend more time with his fellow professor. Jason knew he spent too much time alone, and so did Ansel. So cooking was a great idea! Jason had showed up on time at Ansel’s apartment, clean and ready to learn!

And now he was covered in flour, staring with wide eyes at what he assumed would quickly become a very angry Ansel. Jason blinked, trying to think of something to say- something that wasn’t a joke that would make this all worse.

"I didn’t think the bag would explode.” Was all he could come up with. Jason swallowed hard, waiting for the other professor to say or do something before he did. Jason didn’t mean for the bag to explode, sending flour all over like some kind of freak snowstorm. The stupid thing just wouldn’t open!

WHO: Quinn and Abbie (Ionia)
WHAT: Books are essential
WHERE: Book store in town
WHEN: August 23, afternoon

Quinn smiled to himself as he browsed through the aisles at the local book store. It was good to get some alone time. Being confused was exhausting and he just wanted some time to clear his head.

Not to mention he’d gotten another call from his mother that morning. She was convinced something was wrong with him and it didn’t matter how much he tried to say there wasn’t she was still concerned.

Books had never failed to calm him and he was almost done with the morphing grid book he’d borrowed from Nic so he wanted a new one. He could’ve gone to the library, but he wanted to be around people and possibly go clothes shopping after. He needed a new pair of sneakers.
He turned down the next aisle, nothing catching his eyes and frown as he saw a dark hair girl with a Century Robbin’s book. He didn’t think, he winced and asked, “Have you read him before?”

((Attempts to make up an author name, so we can trash him. So please take as a fictional author))

WHO: Will and OPEN
WHAT: Shootin Pool
WHERE: Get Some Bar & Grille
WHEN: 8pm, August 21st

The balls were splayed across the table in an odd assortment of solids and stripes, in a multitude of colors, and numbers. The prismatic effect they had against the bright green material of the table brightened the atmosphere of the room, and for an instance drew the eyes of anyone who passed by as any table like it had before. On the edge of the table sat a glass bottle, dark in color, its contents unknown to all but the man standing at the table holding the pool cue. Dressed in a red button down shirt, and light colored jeans, Will surveyed the table thoughtfully. The only ball that mattered to him at that moment was the cue ball, and where it was going to go. For some it was the geometry of the game that appealed to them, while others it was the rush of adrenaline that came from putting down money against the guy standing across the table. Will appreciated the luck of it all. You had to hit the ball at just the right spot to determine if whether it would go in, or if it would spin out of control, and knock nothing in at all.

He had been at the table for the past twenty minutes, already playing two games by himself. It wasn’t that he was killing time he told himself, it was more about centering himself, and bringing the focus to his mind he needed. Meditation came in many forms. Some sat silently in a room listening to waterfalls; some put colored balls into pockets. With the shot lined up, the grit of the wooden pool cue starting to dig into his left finger as he used it to balance the end of the stick, he was willing to risk his luck, so he pulled back the cue, and pushed it forward, the tip smashed into the cue ball and sent it hurtling forward, nothing obstructing its path as it landed in one of the corner pockets across the table. He had scratched.