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Rey had already needed to do laundry before being drenched in various goos, so after she'd showered and changed she took everything to the laundry room. It started okay, but when she came back to get it after the wash cycle, everything was soaked, and it hadn't run the whole way through. This time it didn't start okay, and she was stuck with heavy clothes she didn't know what to do with.

Maybe she should text Danny and see if she could take this thing apart.

Just wait till she remembered she'd just purged her closet.

[Am I posting from experience? Yes. Open!]

stykera

Summer was leaving. Stark wasn't really ready for that but he was as ready as he could be. And she'd told him before and he had a chance to say goodbye (and some other things that might need to be said) and it wasn't the same as any other time and he was going to remind himself of that as often as necessary.

So they were going to go to brunch, this morning, before she left. Before he want and played paintball without her and started to try to adjust to this latest shift in their dynamic.

So he was here, knocking on her door as he'd done so many times before. It was the same and it was very different and he was going to try his best not to be weird about it.

[For she who lives there...until later today anyway *sob*]

my_own_advocate

Lucifer had still not ascended to the heavenly Throne. Oddly enough, there was always just one more thing. Usually a case, like the death of that poor drag queen, or Amenadiel's struggles accepting the reality of the LAPD, or-- well, just things, in general.

One would think that the state of Lucifer this evening - sitting down, sipping whiskey, looking out the window - would have been a regular thing for him, but frankly, it hadn't quite been. All that frantic running about. Solving cases, running night clubs, consoling siblings... In fact, he'd only sat down about five minutes ago, and he was only bothering to take off his Louboutins right now, as an afterthought.

Ah, well.

"I should buy more Häagen-Dazs," he mused to the room at large. "I didn't even realize we were out."

[[ expecting one, but open to the other as well ]]

solo_sword

Pinch hitter this week!

grenadesandohana

It was time for Danny and Steve's six-week check-up at Tripler, and Steve was desperately hoping to be told he was allowed to go back to his regular exercise routine (which he'd done already, but details). He was less thrilled that after the check-up he had to turn his active duty military ID in and swap it for a retiree one.

Retirees were old. Vietnam vets. Maybe Korea. Not him, okay, he wasn't even 40. He was so busy stewing about the indignity of it all that he didn't notice his long-legged righteous-but-leaving-Danny-behind stride had turned much shorter.

Shorter and furrier.

Because he was an otter.

[OOC: For the partner!]

imafuturist

Well, they had a plan to go looking for another dog because they were definitely becoming That Couple. But also, they had the space and the inclination for it. So. Dog.

And that was the plan, but the island would clearly have other things in mind.

"We'll take my car, right?" Tony asked like it was any better for a dog than Steve's motorcycle. It was only in the vaguest sense better.

[for him!]

suitably_heroic

People'd be less impressed by the thrantas if they knew how karking stupid they were. Yeah, Jack had flown one once or twice as a kid; it was hard to grow up on this planet without it. But he viscerally remembered the stupid look in the thing's eyes, the way it would get distracted.

And his dad, grumbling about the wasted money the day after. Sitting in a chair at the medcenter, waiting for the kolto patches to be removed from Jaq's arms.

It'd been a long day out here. There wasn't much left of the town he'd grown up in. It'd been relentlessly renovated, older buildings removed and replaced with new, prettier ornate synthstone. If he had to take a guess, he assumed the people he'd grown up with had been priced out of the neighborhood.

Sorry, 'moved to more suitable housing'. It was Alderaan, after all.

And then they'd headed out, towards the mountains, a little more like the hiking trips they took back on Earth. But the mountains were taller and more majestic, and every once in a while, a thranta herd would come out from behind a snowy peak, and fly past the sun, and the sunlight would reflect on its wings, and Jack-- well, Jack wanted to grab a pebble and throw it out there with the Force. See if he could nail one.

( But he wasn't the only one there, and he knew it was an immature reflex. )

[[ nfb due to distance, can be open for comms/phone calls/messages ]]

okteiviakom

For all that Octavia, Duke and Lucifer were in Los Angeles under a looming sense of foreboding like time was about to run out, there also seemed to be nothing but time. Octavia was doing her best to adjust, to build new routines away from the island. Going back to the ship to take care of her plants, finding hiking trails she liked (whenever the weather didn't feel like it was out to kill her), trying to -- just trying to stay busy. Keep active.

But some days the body felt like it needed to rest. And sometimes Octavia even gave into that instead of pushing forward. Today was one of those, so she was reading a book in Lucifer's living room, her back against the floor and her feet up on the couch.

Well, she was pretending to read, anyway.

See, there were downsides to letting herself be still - like how much louder it made all kinds of thoughts she'd been ignoring and repressing and holding back. Thoughts about things like Heaven, and Hell, and how it was July 2nd again and she didn't even know if Bellamy was alive like her or dead like their mother.

(Where was their mother?)

There was a certain kind of loneliness that didn't touch her often, but when it did, it hurt.

But at least she was holding her book the correct way up?

[ooc: NFB for distance, but open for all the usual.]

unusual_sith

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suitably_heroic

The news had come in last night, and by 'come in', Jack meant that a single text message had rolled in from Trent at around 3 AM. He'd been the only one to get it - which made sense, because he was the only one who was always awake at 3 AM and everyone knew about it. And then he'd laid there, on the vaguely comfortable hotel bed, staring at the ceiling.

Wondering if he should wake up Dane, or if he needed to come up with something to say to Trent on his own.

In the end, he just texted back. Something something sorry. And an offer, to which he'd gotten no reply.

So it wasn't until morning, with him and Dane stuffed into a booth somewhere in the hotel restaurant, that he ( said it out loud. )

[[ nfb due to distance, can be open for phone calls/texts. ]]

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Prince of Travellers

I walk the Lungo Drom and see long past its end

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MCA Laundry room- Wednesday evening

Outside MHA #4, Tuesday morning

Lucifer's Penthouse, Los Angeles, Monday Evening

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Tripler Army Medical Center, Honolulu, HI [Saturday afternoon]

Penthouse Apartment of the baby Stark Tower, Monday Evening

Lana's Alderaan, Thursday Evening

Lucifer's Condo, LA, Wednesday

Odessen, Tuesday Fandom time

Los Angeles, Sunday

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