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( It wasn't that Rey had put off coming here. She'd known what planet it was on, but not where, and she'd just felt called here the past day or so. )

[NFB, NFI, ship modded with permission.]

suitably_heroic

If he was completely honest with himself, Jack was still kind of tired after last night. So many people, actually responding to what they were doing, in an unfamiliar place full of unfamiliar people. It was insane to remember that they'd started--

Well, right here, in this bar, with about ten people shuffling up to the front eventually while they made their way through a smattering of metal greats, pop-punk hits and snarky pop covers played at double speed.

Tonight, there were more people - the bar was close to packed - and most of the music on the set list was their own. The clink of glasses, the smell of illicit cigarette smoke and sweat, the wild hair in the audience. It all felt familiar, in a way that hadn't always been safe but had definitely made it there now.

( You'll never guess where we were yesterday. )

[[ nfb, can be open to phone calls or unannounced bar appearances ]]

heroic_jawline

Steve had two puppies in cones of shame skittering over wooden floors and an ice pack over one of his eyes as he flopped onto the sofa in Tony's massive mansion living room.

"Who sells the information about puppies getting spayed to Hydra?!" he demanded, his outrage still high despite this being at least the fifth time he'd asked the question.

[OOC: For the husband!]

deathsmajesty

Even so, your good nature and opinion matters to me.

It was odd, Liliana thought, lounging in her ridiculous bathtub, surrounded by lightly perfumed water and bubbles nearly up to her chin, how the most random sentences could affect you.

I would listen to your advice about breakfast.

Steven's words had been...well, not haunting her since the afternoon before. More like occasionally lurking underfoot, causing her to stumble over them when she least expected it.

( A simple thing. )

Ugh, self-reflection was terrible. No wonder she rarely bothered. She downed her glass of wine and quickly poured herself another. And considered, hardly for the first time and certainly not the last, whether it might not just be better to cut her losses and run.

Current Music: Devil On My Shoulder, Faith Marie

pocketpretzels

The division of labour in their relationship- their marriage- meant that Steven typically handled the details regarding parties and get-togethers, while Watts handled those for holidays and getaways. Like this camping trip at Honeymoon Lake in Alberta.

They'd slept in that morning, catching the portal to the campground in the afternoon. After setting up the tent, they'd taken a walk to explore the grounds and then dipped into the lake for a swim.

With the sun setting, it was time for dinner: Just a simple dish of pasta with marinara sauce, prepared over the fire.

"I thought we could try something a little more involved tomorrow on one of the camp stoves," Watts said. "But for tonight, I figured this would do."

suitably_heroic

Another day, another show, this time upstate. Dane and Trent had gone on ahead earlier that morning to get to their rental. But a bunch of Jill's gear was still locked up at practice, never mind some of Dane's amps, and so it fell to the drummer and the singer to roll all of their stuff out onto the street while they waited for their ride to show up.

"I swear if short range portals weren't so expensive, I would never drive anywhere again a day in my life," Jack groused, as he attempted to peer over the edge of the kick drum, just to make sure he wasn't about to bowl someone over.

"Oh please," Jill said, as hauled two of her toms over her shoulder. "You're too much of a control freak. You're going to grab the wheel in that car as soon as it gets here and we'll have to wrench it back out of your hands when we get there."

"I could give that up for short range portals." Jack squatted down to set the kick drum down by the side of the road. He stretched up, tilting his head sideways in a desperate attempt to dispell the crick in his neck. "Maybe with some kind of speeder that actually goes up the stairs, so we don't keep having to do this."

( And then we'll get a unicorn... )

[[ nfb, nfi. ]]

hasaknightjob

The weather had turned out rather nice for a late day beach party, being not too hot or unforgivably sunny.

When guests arrived they would see that the area behind the boarding house had been set up with chairs, blankets, towels, baskets with bottles of sunscreen, and umbrellas for those who wanted to enjoy the sun and sand. Closer to the house were seats and picnic tables for mingling and eating. The doors to the building were open for anyone who needed to go inside to get away from the noise or simply enjoy some air conditioning.

The decorations were simple. White tablecloths and napkins. Two banners were hung above the food stations which read "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WATTS" and "MAZEL TOV, WATTS AND STEVEN" Beautiful displays of red roses, sunflowers, and the occasional honeysuckle courtesy of Nell could be found in centerpieces as well as garlands hung up about the space. A dance area was set up off to the side with white fairy lights (the electric kind, not actual fairies) lending atmosphere. Music came courtesy of the outdoor speakers Cal had installed.

Food was set up on various tables for guests to help themselves. Vegan and nonvegan options were available at all stations, with labels on everything to help those who had dietary restrictions or allergies. One table had cheeses, crackers, fruits, raw vegetables, quinoa cakes with tomatoes, olives, dips, and other nibbly things. Another had various salads such as fig and blackberry, black bean and corn, rice with seasonal vegetables, and of course garden salads of seasonal vegetables and dressings. Another was a setup of soft pretzels and fresh popcorn, also with various ~~moddable~~ toppings.

For the mains, there were burger and hot dog stations with various ~~moddable~~ types of burgers, dogs, buns, and toppings.

Dessert was a Pretzel Cake with "Happy Birthday, Watts" written across the top, along with assorted cupcakes, mini ice cream cones, grilled tropical fruit skewers, a s'mores station, and popsicle cocktails.

Drinks were various juices, water, sodas, beer, and wines that Watts had picked out with notes about which paired best with the various offered foods.

Steven was there, dressed in his linen suit from the wedding. Because if you couldn't wear your wedding suit to the party that was in part to celebrate your marriage, when could you? He was going to be fussing over every possible detail until guests arrived to distract him. Or his husband did. Possibly both.

Watts was also dressed in the suit he'd gotten married in, because see above reasoning. He was currently distracted from distracting Steven from fussing because he was too busy watching said fussing with charmed fondness.

[Open to any who want to celebrate a birthday, a wedding, or just enjoy a beach party!]

deathsmajesty

Liliana was still in human form when class began today, so already that was a great start. "I was unavoidably detained during last class," she said, which could almost be an apology if you ignored the part where she didn't actually say those words and also didn't ask what she was unavoidably detained by. ( Two! Two lectures in one, ha ha ha )

A sip from her thermos of tea. "And that catches us up with times three and four where Urza ruined everything. Next class, we'll be jumping ahead about a thousand years to the Phyrexian War." She gave them a thin smile. "Don't worry, it gets worse."

hasaknightjob

Marc had needed to clear his head, so Sunday he portaled over to London. Find some places off the beaten path he knew from before everything that had happened with Steven. Places where he could get a drink and, well, suffice it to say blow off some steam. ( Slightly more happened than that though. Cut for allusions to violence. )

After which Marc got up, ate a quick breakfast over the sink in the kitchen, then headed over to his office in the boarding house.

He had a job. Several jobs, kind of, but really all of one thing. Now he was doing the one where he kept an eye out over the building he was responsible for and the people who lived in it. Even if that currently presented as sitting in the chair behind his desk and thinking about nothing as he watched the beach through the window.

[open!]

okteiviakom

The portals back to Fandom seemed to be operational again. Octavia had half expected for it to have been just a blip when the first notificatins had abruptly hit Lucifer's phone, but no. Seemed like they were actually staying available, now.

Octavia was yet to take one. In part because maybe she'd been bracing for... something, after Rory had shown up. A swift change, maybe, but none had come. They remained at the same standstill they'd been all summer in LA so far, now just with the added complication of a daughter who'd been theirs but now wasn't.

And Octavia was stuck in the same pattern of trying to find something, anything, to hold on to.

Sunday was another one of those days. She traveled from Lux to the Rouge, first, and then with all of her little garden taken care of she just... picked a direction and took whatever means of transport there was to travel that way, to see where she would land, what she would see.

This time, she found a crowd. Not an unusual sight in LA, in itself, everywhere so busy with people, but this was different. More concentrated, standing outside a big building that couldn't have been chosen by accident, holding signs, chanting. That last part made the hairs on the back of Octavia's neck stand up, but she pushed forward anyway, curious. First to see the signs more up close, then to ask someone about them.

The people were making demands of the city. They wanted every new plan for housing to also come with plans for parks, they wanted the construction of houses itself to be greener, they wanted more of the city to be unpaved.

They planned for the demonstration to be ongoing throughout the following week.

And something in Octavia sang, maybe. Maybe this was what she'd been looking for. After all, she fit right in. Aligned with the goals, immediately learned some of the chants, struck up conversations with people who all told her of different grassroots efforts to make the city better for every living thing in it. She learned to scan QR codes and diligently bookmarked everything in her phone.

Later, as she was taking the elevator up to Lucifer's penthouse, her mind felt busy and her body was restless.

[ooc: NFB due to distance, but open.]

suitably_heroic

It wasn't that the post-album-release storm had gone down, or anything. Kind of the opposite: they just kept tacking on gigs, or potential gigs (one of which Jack didn't want to think about too much, because it was-- much), radio stuff, the works. Jack'd thought they'd done pretty well with the first one, but this time, it felt a little like... momentum?

Weird.

Anyway, it wasn't like all of that had ( gone away. But they'd had a quiet Saturday at home, for once. )

[[ nfb, can be open to phone calls. ]]

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