J,GOB - Saturday Morning

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After spending most of the week combing over the entire beach on this island, Isabela had found no sign whatsoever of The Siren's Call, the Qunari or that damned tome of Coshlin-Cousland-whatever. So maybe there was some truth to what Robin had been telling her, but for the life of her, Isabela couldn't exactly figure out what a hub of dimensions was. So maybe it was time now to move along and find out where she was heading next. Going back without the tome was suicide and for now she was safe here.

Plus, the locals were damn easy to cheat and so she had enough money to pay for the breakfast she ordered. The boy did give her a free coffee and everything once she leaned forward. Ah, men remained predictable no matter where she was. She found herself a table against the far wall from where she could keep an eye on the door and the entire establishment and started eating.

[So very open.]

Caritas- Saturday

[solo_sword]

Today was weird, if that even needed to be said. Going to graduation and remembering that she'd done that just last year except it was six years ago now was odd enough, and then there had been Vikings, which Jaina could identify due to that one night a couple months ago she'd Googled "Vikings" and ended up stuck in a Wikipedia loop for three hours.

Once she'd finished with all things graduation, she'd gone to Caritas a little late for her very last shift. That was somehow stranger than what had happened at the ceremony, and she was firmly not dealing with any sadness or any thinking about how she was gone in a few days. No, tonight she was repressing and making herself a drink because it was her last night and she could, and also advertising a special.

1/2 OFF FOR GRADUATES AND THEIR GUESTS
(Some people might really need it today)

Devil's Nest [after graduation]

[texted3times]

"That ceremony was almost as weird as Sophie-Anne's reception," Eric told Tiny as he came into the club a little bit late. "There were fewer decapitations this time."

High school kids. Hmph. What could you do?

He found himself a seat at the bar today and waited to see how many recent graduates would come in. He'd even offer to translate the insults the Vikings had been yelling at them if they could remember the Old Norse.

Just another Saturday night in Fandom...