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22 September 2015 @ 11:50 pm
A new school year started, but Liz was no longer in high school anymore. It was a weird thought and she didn't like to think on it too much as her parents and friends hadn't been there to celebrate the achievement. She had always thought that she and Maria would have made a whole day out of graduation, but here it had come so quickly. Sure, Max had been here and Liz was grateful for that, but it still was missing some key figures.

There was a science textbook - a rather large one compared to the type you got in high school - on one of the tables near the back. These were the tables that only filled up if it was really busy so the staff usually took it as an area for their breaks. Liz's break was approaching, but she was currently still serving tables this Tuesday afternoon. She delivered an extra bacon, extra lettuce BLT to a table and turned to fetch another order when she noticed a vase with lavender bouquet was next to her textbook. She walked over and lifted up the card that read: Always on my mind.

Liz naturally assumed they were from Max even though it wasn't signed and she smiled to herself as she leaned forward and sniffed one of the flowers. She began to feel a little warm and the light hanging over the table flickered a little.
22 September 2015 @ 07:41 pm
Merlin sat in the sandbox of the play structure at the park. Normally it was where the smaller children played, but he had picked a time where most of them were either in school or napping. He sat cross-legged, unaware, really, of how it might look strange for a grown man to be sitting there. He was there practicing something.

He spoke a few ancient words which made his eyes flash gold for a moment and then the grains of sand started to swirl. He held out his palm to the sand as he tried to shape it with only his magic. It was hard considering all the little grains of sand needed to work in tandem.
(ooc: Anna's post timed before the day of Castiel's b-day because they'd run into each other at that point for sure)

Anna was on a new routine in the morning. She would go for a run through the village and then stop in the park to do some yoga and practice sword movements although most days she did not choose to bring the sword with her. It was a good way to start the day and it helped to clear her mind. Things had gotten easier for her, even though so many things had gone wrong in the past. Life wasn't uncomplicated, but at least she thought she knew where she stood with things.

She had her wooden sword with her today. It was good to strap to her back for added weight as she ran and she began to move through a series of sword movements that continued to get more fluid the more she practiced them. After this she would head to the cafe for breakfast. Coffee and a breakfast sandwich also helped to wake her up. It was also a nice reward from all the exertions.


Krissy was going to school even though the first week had been a little rough. It was hard not thinking about how she almost had this balanced life back home of normal and hunting only to find out it was all just a lie. She found herself looking around the halls for Stiles more than she'd like to admit and she wondered if he decided to play hooky or something.

After school, armed with a bag full of homework, she headed for the library but decided to stop at the cafe instead. The weather was still nice outside and she decided to bank on the fact now before it changed. Settling down at a chair outside the cafe, she pulled out her least favorite subject - math - and opened it to the chapter they were learning.
18 September 2015 @ 05:20 pm
Castiel liked to think of this day as his birthday- September 18th 2008 was when he had resurrected Dean, and when he had first come to Earth. Cas had been through a lot since that day. He had gotten sentimental about it last year, overly so he was sure, but he did enjoy the party he had put on.

This time no cliche birthday items were needed (unless someone just so happened to gift him with a birthday crown or tiara- he would not say no to one of those), but there was a large sign out front of The Ribbon, and he had sent a text out village-wide inviting people over to celebrate.

Okay, so the sign was still a little cliche, but he was Castiel after all. Inside he had an assortment of finger foods, sandwiches, and drinks. There was also a table of board games in case anyone was interested in playing.
15 September 2015 @ 06:38 pm
Martin has been standing outside Las Mananta's for the last thirty minutes or so, a red rose in his hand and dressed up in a dark-blue suit with a pale blue shirt. His already long-by-nature face has grown longer with each passing minute.

He checks his watch for the umpteenth time and sighs. It's time he accepts the fact that he's been stood up by (NPC)Juanita - if that even was her real name. He had met her in the pet-food aisle of the store and she had seemed so nice that he spontaneously invited her on a dinner date. But apparently she stood him up.

The rose he got for her now seems to mock him and he throws it down, glaring at it as if it was at fault for his date falling through.
Name. . . CASTIEL
Current Status. . .
. . . UNKNOWN.
Feeling. . . LETHARGIC.
Location. . . HAURVATAT? STILL.
Surroundings. . .

Cas opened his eyes and squinted a bit. He found himself sitting up on a bench in the park. Trees, flowers, shrubs and a lot of green, green grass- those were his surroundings. With a groan he shifted, moving a hand to rub his forehead. Had he been sleeping again? Dreaming. At least this time it wasn't a nightmare. It did, however, leave him with a feeling of dread at the pit of his stomach. The dream felt like a reboot, as if his innermost workings were being tampered with just as Naomi had done. This time, however, he didn't feel any pain.

He thought he'd find blood on his face, maybe some metal picks in his forehead as if he'd had another angel lobotomy, but he was fine. His vitals were good, and he was in top condition. So why was he dreaming then?

Angels dreaming were usually signs of something being wrong.

He stood up and searched the village with uneasiness. It may have only looked like he was looking over the field but he was searching much further than that. His mind fell upon the source that had been leaving him on edge: The Mark of Cain.

Castiel innerly scolded himself for having fallen asleep when his best friend still had such a mark on his being. Everything he had considered doing for Dean and the symbol on his arm didn't seem like it would work, but he wasn't ready to give up just yet.

He didn't know how long he'd been out here in such a state, so he decided it was best to start heading back to his apartment to check up on his doxie, Bernie.

[[Note: If anyone was nearby, they would have heard him speaking Enochian in his sleep, muttering what is bolded above over and over.]]
05 August 2015 @ 06:56 am
I have bought one of the strange flying discs called frisbees for Olore. One day we were in the park and some (NPC) young people were playing something they called frisbee golf with them. It involved needing to hit certain tree trunks with the disc. I noticed that Olore was watching and have seen images of dogs that would play with these things by catching them in their mouths. Olore didn't do that, but he did run and jump up quite high to grab the frisbee as though it was a prey bird. I apologized to the young people and went shopping for one of the discs soon after. I'm told that the colour is neon orange (it was better than the yellow) and surely I will not lose it easily.

It has taken some time to learn to throw it properly, and I can't always get it close enough to the cat, but he's jumped up and caught it several times. It attracts a bit of attention, but he often does. As odd as the village is, I think he's the only African Serval here and not everyone has seen him yet.

Plastic disc is toy for 40-pound cat. Faramir will not be surprised to be approached.
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01 July 2015 @ 10:06 am
Eli wasn't sure how he found himself in this predicament. He had just gone to the bakery for a few scones and a couple of cupcakes for the staff at the lab, but somehow he was now standing just outside of the bakery without having even ventured inside yet. An elderly lady stood beside him leaning on a walker as she watch him with fascinated eyes. Eli held a tablet in front of him - the woman's tablet. Why anyone decided this woman needed a tablet for her birthday was beyond him, but the woman was now determined to learn how to use it.

For the fifth time now, Eli was going through how to turn it on and what buttons not to press. Thankfully the woman really only wanted to access two games - solitaire and a word search game. Still, she didn't seem to be retaining a lot of the information.

Finally the woman's knees began to hurt and she thanked the young man for his help. She said she thought she could use it now and took back the electronic device before promising to visit him in the labs if he ran into more problems. She then slowly walked away. Eli watched for a few moment, then sighed and turned back to the bakery. The scones were all sold out by now. Great.
30 June 2015 @ 11:58 am
Drusilla hummed softly as she danced along the grass of the cemetery in her bare, pale feet. She wore a simple white dress that was muddied at the end of the skirt from walking so much in the dirt, but Drusilla didn't seem to mind. Eyes closed, she hummed and danced through the tombstones as the sun was midway through setting.

It was went she came to a particular headstone - one that she had discovered a few weeks ago - that she stopped. A birdcage had been placed on top. A pet for Dru which she had gotten as a present from the man who said his name was Jerry, but Drusilla knew better. She crouched, her fingers running over the engrave name - Jenny Calendar - and then her fingers found their way to the bars of the little cage. She hummed.

"Will you sing for me today?" Her Cockney accent was a little softer as she spoke to the cage, though when no response came she frowned a little. "Sing, little one. Mummy wants to hear you."

But the little blue bird was unfortunately quite dead. Drusilla was never good at taking care of pets.