Tuesday evening, around the island to the beach

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See Jan.

See Jan run.

See Jan run around the island like a great big dork, speed and movement the only way to express his joy.

He knew who he was, he remembered everything, but with memory came fear and confusion and a desperate longing to return to his herd and his mate.

Sliding to a sand-scattering stop on the beach, Jan pranced along the water's edge. This was the same spot where Aravis had found him, where he'd washed up after being driven into the sea by the gryphons.

"Alma, mother of us all, how am I to get home?"

All unexpected, he received an answer. Patience, Aljan. They are coming to take you home, but they have a long way to travel.

He started, shied. "Who? Who is coming?" he cried, rearing to his full height.

The voice was silent, and he dropped back to all fours to stare out over the ocean.

[ooc: open, sure - I may be slow, though, 'cause first there needs to be coffee and then I'm ripping down my room.]

Police Station: Wednesday

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After Dale finished making arrangements to pick up Charlotte's gift tomorrow, he swung by J'GOB and bought several sandwich platters and desserts and set up a nice little buffet by the coffee station for everyone to enjoy.

To further enhance the mood wee-tiny carolers appeared on the table and began to sing out holiday songs.

"I'm not sure who this 'Mr. Hankey' is but if you say that's a holiday song, I'll take your word for it," Dale told the wee-tiny singers.

[Open but with extreme slowplay warning]

Android's Dungeon, Wednesday, 12/24

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It was nearing midday on Christmas Eve when Sarah's phone rang, distracting her from the business of boxing unsold comics for return to the dealers. "This is Sarah."

"Walker." Casey's voice was low and he spoke quickly. "Tune in to the live feed of the local news from L.A. and don't ask questions."

( Spoilers for Chuck vs. Santa Claus (Episode 2.11) within. )

She spent the rest of her shift with one eye on the newscast, the other on the clock. She couldn't do anything, and she knew the team around Bartowski was more than capable. She just ... wanted to be there, and she knew the minutes must be even longer in L.A. than they were in Maryland.

[OOC: Open for SP. Specifics of conversation NFB.]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Wednesday

[intraspective]

Ino was yawning, and close to being completely exhausted, when she got into work with a very grumpy fox.

“Look,” she snapped, fussing with the plants with a care that was at odds with the glare she gave the fox, “I don’t care if you don’t like my training. I’m doing it anyway, and ‘til you’re human again you’re just going to have to deal without yelling at me.”

Or something. Whatever. It wasn’t like she was going to stop just because he didn’t like it. She left him to nose around the store while she curled up with one of her notebooks.

“And don’t eat the wee carolers.” The disgusted look Ichigo gave her for that made her snicker.

Wellspring Arms is Open.

Strokes of Genius, Wednesday

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"Get out!" Katchoo bellowed at the horde of tiny carolers that had followed her all the way to work. "Get out and take your cheesy cheery crap with you!"

She'd just managed to slam the door in their diminutive but perky and eager (oh god barfing time) faces when another band of weetiny carolers popped out of the back room and launched into a brand new relentless medley of Christmas songs, complete with tiny tambourines and handbells.

Katchoo slumped down with her head on the counter and covered her eyes. "Geez. Just kill me now. Please."

[OOC: OCD-free, open, and really I just wanted to use this icon.]

The Perk [Wednesday morning]

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Triela stood in front of the Perk with her stuff. A cello case with a long shoulder strap, a small suitcase, and an oversized leather art tube were all she needed. She wasn't at all sure why Hillshire had wanted to meet out in the town itself rather than at the dorms, but she couldn't really say 'no' to him just because it was dumb.

It was cold, but she had on her heavy coat and her gloves. And she didn't really feel it that much anyway. The cybernetics could handle a wider range of temperature than her original parts.

When she'd first arrived, twenty minutes earlier, she'd fought with herself about whether she should buy Hilshire a coffee or something. On the one hand, she knew what he liked and was sure he'd enjoy it. On the other hand the man didn't take gifts from her well. He'd get awkward, and then maybe a bit self-satisfied. In the end she'd decided she just didn't want to deal with it, so she stood in front of the coffee shop with no decent excuse for doing so.

Stupid Hilshire. Stupid mission. Why couldn't he just show up already?

[Triela is around before she leaves. The Perk, of course, is open for your Perk-related needs.]

The Gig, Wednesday

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Rosie leaned on the fence, talking with Bold. His calm, stolid sense was needed this morning after a night of dark dreams. Shadows, hunting her; like a rabbit, she'd hidden, helpless and afraid.

Bold lifted his head, nostrils flaring. There is something in the air, Rosie. Something in the water and the grass. Cold and cruel. The man with the whip, the man with the spur.

There was nothing Rosie could say to that, so she said nothing, simply stroked his nose and watched the ever increasing number of birds circling the Gig. She was just glad it was winter; had it been summer, she doubted she'd be able to see the sky.

Even her flock of sparrows were silent and watchful.

Worrying about it would do nothing, so she grabbed a pitchfork and went to muck out the stalls. Her sparrows fluttered after her.

Turtle and Canary, Wednesday

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It rapidly became clear that Apu didn't care that Jan was actually Aljan, Prince of the Unicorns.

He also didn't care about Jan's mate, Tek, or his shoulder-friend, Dagg, or the gryphon's attack or, in fact, anything that Jan had remembered.

Not that this stopped Jan from talking about it, oh no.

Jan happily frisked after him as Apu checked the buttermilk, just to be on the safe side.

Today's Squishy flavours: purple, gingerbread, cinnammon.

[ooc: OCD free today!]