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It was getting cold, but the chill was bracing, truly, nothing more than that, and so, armed with a coffee, Rosalind could be found wandering the park that morning, looking contemplative.

Leaning against a bench that overlooked the duck pond--yes, she could sit down, but Rosalind didn't feel like it at the moment--she idly wondered what Elena was doing right now. Which Elena?

Well, both of them. And how things were going back home--the reports she got were hardly the same thing as being there, after all, and Rosalind itched with the urge to know more. Or musing on what radio considered being 'sassy' at Reno.

For now, though, there were no answers all she could do was push away from the bench, sip her coffee and continue her walk through the park.

That was soothing, in a way. She did like nature. Even the quiet and sleeping sort there was to be had this time of the year.

[Ooopen as an open place is, la.]

furnaceface

Jono had a kitten.

Jono wasn't entirely certain what in the world to do with this kitten, but he hadn't managed to accidentally light her on fire or anything yet, and so, bolstered by this wave of good luck, he'd decided to bring her to work with him today.

It had been a bit of a challenge to get little Joni to work along with his guitar and his amp and the supplies that she'd need to last the day outside of his room, but he'd managed, and now Joni was curled up atop his amp, purring merrily while Jono played some Both Sides Now in her honour.

She was enjoying the warmth that the amp gave off, and Jono knew that full well. But that wasn't going to stop him from seranading the kitty.

Shut up.

[They paved the OCD and put up a parking lot! I'll be gone for a small chunk of the day, but I'll be back to grab pings when I get home from class!]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Current Mood: excited

intraspective

The Homecoming Carnival was in full swing and decorated according to the theme: blues and greens of all sorts, and little fish decorations everywhere.

But that wasn't the important part, oh no.

The important part was how much fun could be had at all of the booths! Step up, step up! Take your chances!

Really, who would want to miss this?

[OCD is up! Post I | Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossing | OOC]

give-areason.livejournal.com

Rosalind was… absolutely not moping thank-you-very-much as she wandered the park as was her wont when she'd done as much as she could do on this week's report and hadn't felt like reading.

She wasn't moping because Tseng (her Tseng, not the older one) hadn't yet sent her the paperwork he'd promised. Really. Why would she mope about something like that?

(Okay, she was. Because she was a workaholic. Shush.)

In an attempt to distract herself, Rosalind idly picked up a rock and tossed it up in the air, seeing how many times she could catch it while considering what to do for Elena (both Elenas) birthday.

… It was complicated having multiples of the same people in her life.

[Open as a park is, yes!]

vanillajello

Kate had woken up early, and she wasn't sure why. Possibly it was because she knew she'd be heading to Baltimore after classes to work for a bit, to make up for Friday. She thought she might have woken up at an unusual time just because she knew there was weirdness coming up in her schedule.

But the fact was that she was up, and had a lot of time before her first class, so she made her way down to the Perk for an unbalanced breakfast of hot chocolate and a muffin.

She kind of liked the quiet of the morning on the island. Even if it somehow made her feel like she should've been smoking on the stroll through town. She didn't know why, either. And anyway, she was out of cigarettes.

And that led to wondering whether she could get Emma's attention across the island just by thinking about her and cigarettes very loudly.

She didn't really try it, though. It was a lazy morning at the Perk.

[ooc: Open! I've already given up on doing useful things today.]

furnaceface

For the past week and a half, Jono's days had consisted mostly of people, of new roommates and worried friends and people needing his help with one thing or another at either of his jobs, with not a moment in edgewise for himself.

Today, Jono was taking that moment. He'd made a quick stop at J,GoB to pick up a couple of bagels, and then he'd made his way back to the park, taking a seat on a bench by the duck pond. There was almost a sort of ceremony to it, watching the birds muddle their way over from the water's edge and letting them settle in before tossing a piece of bagel at them, sending them all diving for it at once.

He still hated the birds, and the birds still hated him. But this was... therapeutic.

[T'is indeed a public duck pond, and the post is indeed open, should anyone want to wander by.]

feels-special.livejournal.com

Jane wasn't really a bar person, but talking to Trent earlier had put her in the mood to check out some actual live music. And some of it might- might- even be good!

Once she saw the band, she considered that one hell of a long shot.

"So what's wrong with their faces?" she started to ask the bartender, but was surprised when he snapped his fingers and pointed where he was standing, like she should go behind the bar. That was what happened when your usual bartender was still unexpectedly gone. He had to get someone to fill in. And Jane had walked in.

"Look, I'm not hanging out behind a bar tonight. I'm seventeen, I'm pretty sure that's ille-"

He did it again, more insistently this time, and Jane sighed. "I'm not serving a thing but I'm taking all the tips."

give-areason.livejournal.com

Her mother would probably have been disappointed in how she’d not attempted to... ‘have fun’... last week, even if, Rosalind supposed, if she grasped at straws, that talking to Jacob had been ‘fun’ in some sense of the word.

(Even if it absolutely hadn’t been, in her opinion. Hmph.)

In an attempt to prevent the feeling that her mother, who was watching over her, was disappointed any further, Rosalind, having a free day, took herself off to the Perk. Obtaining a coffee she took a seat, set her laptop up, and began attempting to formulate a list of what she thought her mother would consider fun and that Rosalind would be vaguely willing to attempt to fill that one-hour-a-week she’d promised she’d take to relax.

... The list was getting less attention than the people passing by on the street as Rosalind kept glancing at what few items she had and then sighing. People-watching was far simpler.

She probably couldn’t count it as fun, though. Even if it was a tempting thought to add it.

[Ooopen as a public place, yes!]

need-no-moon.livejournal.com

Jacob was rapidly starting to hate this weather. Maybe the island should move to Antarctica or the North Pole or something. Wait no, the North Pole was melting too. Antarctica then. Where it was nice and chilly. He'd made a stop at Chilly Boulder and was now eating his ice cream on the beach. Even the sand felt almost too hot to his feet and as soon as the ice cream was finished, he was going to be in the water.

Stupid Summer.

[Open like beaches are sandy.]

Current Mood: hot

elephantgadget.livejournal.com

Helen was at The Gig, grooming the horses and wondering if she might have a visitor again today.

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

As the sun started to set, the lights officially came on at the new community center! The building was now complete, its walls gleaming and solid in the waning light. As people began to arrive, they would notice decorations lining the tiled and bright corridors, leading them towards the large auditorium where the dance was being held.

Once inside the auditorium, there were more decorations. Streamers in the colors of summer hung from the rafters and painted the walls. There were fresh flowers in every corner and on every table, bringing fragrance and festiveness to the room. The lights were low in the auditorium, dimmed to provide both mood and setting to this party in the evening.

There were several long tables stocked full with foods of all kinds and there was even a bar with an expert bartender who'd be happy to serve you. Tips were welcome but not mandatory. Large speakers hung in the corners of the room, installed to provide the latest and greatest sound system to the new building.

Everything was completed, everything was ready so it was time to enjoy yourselves!

[OCD UP! Have fun! | Arrive | Food/Mingling | Shadowy Corners | Ladies Room | Mens Room | Dancing | OOC | Post I]

Current Mood: accomplished

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

Current Mood: good

colourfulscents.livejournal.com

Angua had thought she would do something nice today, something almost quaint, like feeding the ducks at the park. She didn't know why. She just thought maybe there was something in it that made nice people do that sort of thing.

It lasted about five minutes. After the first few tosses of stale bread crusts and watching as the ducks stupidly waddled forward, swarming around the offerings oblivious to anything else, Angua had to stop. It just felt like baiting.

So that was why she was here, in the coffee shop, with a seat by the window to keep a somewhat watchful eye on things while she sipped at a mug of joe. She was marvelling a little on how she never really was much of a coffee drinker until she moved to this town. Now, it seemed all she did, because it was just about all there was to do.

She sighed, taking a moment to stretch her back. She should probably go do something...cultural. There was cultural around here, right? Carrot would be proud. It was just a matter of whether or not she could force herself to do something cultural if Carrot was't there. Because that was the whole point of doing it.

[[ open for all your caffeinated needs! ]]

give-areason.livejournal.com

Rosalind would by lying if she said that the park was not her favourite place on Fandom.

The preserve had its own appeal (sans the teal deer, even if they were appealing to the tiny bit of her that still daydreamed), but the park, with the neat paths and the benches carefully strew about at intervals that invited people to sit was her favourite.

Orderly and yet mostly natural. And very very green. She stretched her legs out in front of her, crossing them at the heels, and leaned back against the bench she sat on.

For the moment, she'd revel in her solitude and the simple beauty of the park being green around her.

It was better than thinking too hard again about things she hadn't made her mind up about quite yet.

[Oooopen.]

give-areason.livejournal.com

Rosalind had been seen little and had spoken even less since Sunday. In fact, had it not been for her classes today, she would have been quite—capable—of maintaining her shadow status of hovering on the fringes and indulging in solitude.

It was one thing to be well aware of the casualty rate of your job. It was another thing entirely to learn a version of you was just another death added to that number.

She walked along the beach, lost in thought. There were only two people on the island who might have been able to tell from her expression that something was bothering her, so she felt that it was… alright, to indulge herself like this.

Just walking, under the darkening sky and watching the waves as the wind tugged at her suit and toyed with her hair.

[Open, of course, though she's broody.]

give-areason.livejournal.com

There was only so much camping, even in cabins (which did make it more bearable), that she could take. Too many people around, too many noises and an absolute lack of true privacy...

Which would be why Rosalind, when she'd felt her temper starting to fall to pieces just by waking up in the cabins, had prudently relocated herself to the Perk and planned to stay there for a good few hours. She did enjoy their coffee and the change in scenery was enough to soothe her mood as she tapped away on her laptop, writing out the past week so that Tseng didn't think she'd died.

Besides, the Perk was a better place to consider a few things that deserved further consideration.

[Open as an open place!]

raspberryturk

Reno needed to get out and about.

Friday had been spent locked firmly in his apartment, ignoring all incoming calls and resolutely not answering his door for fear that people would see some of the baggage that had appeared. There were some things that Turks didn't broadcast for the whole world to see. Their issues were one of those things. Their fears, the faces that lurked in the shadows and the screams that could be heard every time they closed their eyes... People didn't get to see those.

Turks didn't have them. Not so far as the rest of the world was concerned. Hell, not even so far as the rest of the Turks were concerned. Reno's issues were Reno's fricking issues, and they were made to stay hidden under the million little layers he'd built up over the years.

At least now they were back and away where they belonged, for himself to know about and only himself to know about, and he'd taken a day to just mellow out again before deciding that, shit, today was a nice day. The island had a sky. He needed out.

And that was why he was flopped backward on a bench in the park, looking upward at the clouds as they drifted by, and occasionally tossing beer nuts at the squirrels that wandered near. He liked the squirrels, when you got right down to it. It was hard not to after spending a year drinking their rum in exchange for keeping up on all the recent gossip around the island.

[Open! Why not?]

puppy_fair

Not much was being accomplished today at the Café Fina, no.

Sure, there was cooking being done. But it wasn't anything that Zack would immediately peg as edible. It was certainly interesting. Downright unique, even.

But he wasn't entirely certain that he'd trust today's special, aversion to eating meat aside.

Today's Special:
Ever See Rainbow Bacon Before?

Yes, it was being served with green eggs, too. And ham.

[I don't even know. Fina is open, though, and OCD free!]

give-areason.livejournal.com

Rosalind's very specific headache had not gone anywhere after listening to radio.

Or after she'd spent three hours attempting to outline the beginnings of a draft for her first report to Tseng. (Actually, that had made it worse. She'd spent the time trying to think of a way to phrase 'my little sister is a) older than I am, b) crazy, and c) a Turk' without sounding like she should be locked away for her own safety.)

Another hour was spent slowly and carefully stretching out and seeing how she felt. Tired still; yesterday had taken a toll on her. Rosalind considered that for all of half a minute before forcing herself up off the floor and, with a quick check to make sure she looked tidy and was fully suited up, she left the room.

Then left the dorms. Rosalind was well aware that going particularly far or fast would be an abysmal idea. The doctors had been quite firm on that. (They would also have told her to keep her behind in a chair for another day but Rosalind was ignoring that much.) She was a Turk, she had to know the island.

Being a Turk had precious little to do with her fascination with the park when she came upon it, however, and her footsteps slowed further as she explored it, making sure to stick to the paths, and quietly drinking in the green.

[Ooopen as an open place is!]

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Entries tagged with rosalind

The Park, Monday Morning

Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

Homecoming Carnival Post I | Park | Friday | October 22

Homecoming Carnival Post II | Park | Friday | October 22

The Park, Thursday Evening

The Perk, Early Monday Morning

The Park, Monday Morning

Caritas- Saturday

The Perk, Monday Afternoon

Beach - Sunday Afternoon

The Gig: Thursday [6-24-10]

Summer Dance/Gala Event | Evening | Saturday | June 19

Summer Dance/Gala Event | Evening | Saturday | June 19

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The Park, Monday Early Evening

The Beach, Wednesday Evening

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