The door to B3 is wide open. Charlie is baking and since she has no windows to open, it got stuffy in there and the only way to fix that was open the door. That's fine, though, because what she's baking smells pretty amazing. Already, there are four small preserve jars on the counter and they're full of something steaming. She's made pie in a jar just to see if she could and from the smell of things, there are more in the oven. She's willing to share. The four on the counter are apple. The ones in the oven are more savory than sweet. Gruyere, pear and prosciutto from the smell of things. There's a new book on the counter that she keeps reading from that may or may not have been the inspiration behind her sudden cooking spree.


[for Ed]

"Okay, I think I have the heat better controlled for making popcorn. Nothing burned," Which had hardly happened last time but still. This is a good thing. "There are no old maids. And nothing escaped the bowl."

Looking up from where she was seated on the couch, she furrows her brows slightly, just watching Ed. "You sure we have the DVD player set up right? Because that was a lot of wires and shit we had to rearrange for the PS3."

Just making sure, Ed. Just making sure. And yes, she knows the PS3 can also play DVDs and whatever else. But she doesn't want to wear it out. Hence the DVD player.

The weather was fantastic and Raven was planning on enjoying it.

She was still riding a high of happiness after her recent engagement to Rory, her ring still on her finger for now since she wasn't going in the water just yet. Right now she was just enjoying the sun beating down on her and the light breeze coming off the water.

She sat on a lounge chair out on the beach, wearing a white bikini or appearing to be wearing it at any rate. She sent off a message to Rikki, remembering their talk about Raven attempting to shift into a mermaid and seeing if she could breathe underwater. She had a feeling she wouldn't be able to, not without making herself gills-- which was wasn't sure she had the ability to do. But she couldn't know until she tried. Closing her messenger and putting it in her bag, she laid back in the chair and closed her eyes.

That craggy bald guy sitting on the park bench with a teeny baby in his arms? Yeah, him. He's really, really happy. It might be the baby in his arms, or the hot, asskicking blonde at his side, or the fact that the cute little girl with the wings is running and flying the two border collies to happy exhaustion so he doesn't have to, or it may be a combination of all those things and more.

Whatever it is, it's pretty powerful -- he wouldn't mess with it, if he were you.

Lana didn't work a whole lot of nights, but someone had called in sick, so she was taking an evening shift at the bookstore. It was early yet, but it was still nice to sit down behind the counter with a cup of tea and a good book that she could read between customers. And she might as well settle in, since she'd be here till 9.

Unless business was really slow and she she decided to close early. That was one of the perks of owning the place.

Karla was feeling restless, which she'd quickly figured out meant she wasn't spending enough time connecting to the land. So she decided to rectify that by spending some time in the park.

She sat on the grass -- well, on an air cushion six inches or so above it, to be precise -- with a book in her lap. Every now and then she'd turn a page, though more often than not she found herself staring off into the distance. There wasn't anything much on her mind, but her thoughts were still wandering. She hadn't seen Jaenelle lately, and she had a feeling she knew why.

But she wasn't going to push Jaenelle. Yet. Soon, but not yet.

For now, she was content to just be the girl sitting in the park, without having to worry about Queenly duties.

Morghann didn't have anything to do, and she wasn't feeling the need to poke any of the girls and see if they wanted to spend time together -- though she'd have to do that soon -- so she grabbed a light jacket, put her shoes on, and headed out in search of something to do.

She quickly decided to do a little bit of shopping. She didn't have anything she particularly needed to get, so instead she just meandered along the streets, looking into the occasional shop window. When she saw something interesting, she stepped inside to look around for a little while. Occasionally she bought something, occasionally she didn't.

(Catch her anywhere in town or mod her stopping into your shop, have at it!)

Melanie hadn't taken long to get used to her job, and it'd taken her even less time after that to realize that she was actually good at it. Strange, really, since she'd never been in a bar back home. Not that bars existed back home anymore, either.

It was more than just a job, more than just something to do. It was something she was good at, and that made her feel happy. It gave her something to cling to when things started bothering her in the village... which happened more than she would like to admit, honestly.

She stepped back from the bar after serving a customer and raked her fingers through her hair before pulling her hair back into a ponytail and taking a glance around to see if anybody needed anything.

When Becker found out that Connor and Wanderer would be out of the suite for a while, he decided that meant that he and Abby needed some proper time alone, too. And since he knew how Abby felt about venturing out -- she'd do it for work, and she was getting better about venturing out with someone else with her, but she still didn't actually like it -- he it was better that they spend the evening in.

And so, while she was off at work, he took a quick shower before changing into the jeans and t-shirt he knew she enjoyed seeing him in -- he wasn't above taking advantage of little details like that -- and started working in the kitchen, electing to cook one of Abby's favorite meals. The evening might not be anything particularly large in the grand scheme of things, but one of his favorite things was was giving Abby joy in the little moments.

Connor had been wanting for a while to do something nice for Wanderer, but he hadn't been sure what exactly. It'd been Lester, of all people, who'd given him the idea -- and made him sure that there was more going on in his former boss's mind than he'd ever know.

So he'd gotten things together and headed for the park, taking great pains to search out the exact perfect spot for a picnic. Once he found a spot he liked, he quickly -- and a little nervously -- got everything set out.

Once he'd plopped himself down on the blanket, he sent Wanderer a message to meet him in the park.

Today was Memorial day, wasn't it? Stryker frowned in thought. How was he going to celebrate it here? Would he even be allowed to celebrate the holiday here? He rubbed his chin in contemplation as he attempted to think over how he should spend the day. Should he relax? See what everyone else was doing? Or just continue on like he regularly does? He had  no Earthly idea right now. As such, he was currently stuck with a thoughtful look on his face.