The causeway [before classes, Tuesday morning]

[sith_happened]

The series of portals Anakin had managed to set up on short notice weren't the most direct way to get to District Thirteen, but they were the fastest. Anakin had checked four times to confirm when he realized they had a stopover in the Triassic era...

Now, as the sun peeked up over one of the allegedly happiest places on Earth (Anakin had other opinions on that), he waited for the rest of his fellow travelers to arrive while he left Tahiri a voicemail asking her to cover classes for him.

[OOC: For those heading to Katniss plot!]

Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

It was dark and hushed in Groovy Tunes today, and the quiet music was discordant and harsh.

Everything had been so perfect. When the ichor had pulled her into darkness, when her eyes had gone black and her skin gray. Her body had mutated and she had known peace. All the little ticks of her brain had made sense. She had been a gear in a larger clock; a puzzle-piece in a grand puzzle. Nothing was strange. Nothing was wrong. She hadn't been mad at all.

Her body was slowly returning. So she had been mad. She had thought herself sanest while completely, entirely mad. What did that say for her?

She had endangered her child; what better proof that she was unfit to care for it? Had the child experienced her madness? There was no way to tell.

Alice sat in Groovy Tunes. It was open, even if none of the lights were on. She preferred the shadows. They helped her to think. Or to hide, as the case may be, though hiding from one's self required more effort than dark.

(open-ocd-free)

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

It was a nice, quiet day at the hotel. Mary wasn't going to complain about having one of those. She nibbled on some of the chocolate she collected yesterday and enjoyed the silence before Gunther came back to complain about something.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Specials
Grilled Chicken and Peach Salad
Rice Pudding with Almonds and Cherry Sauce

[Open! Skipping out on the OCD today.]

Mystery Sign Theatre 3000, Tuesday

[vanillajello]

Kate was picking up an extra shift this week after having missed yet another one last week. And she was glad that she had, if what little she'd heard of the latest catastrophe held true.

She wasn't thinking much about that. She was trying to ignore every bad thing that might have been lurking around the edges of her mind, holding on to all the good of last week. The movie choice for today reflected that, too.

NOW SHOWING
Indigo Pacific Island Cluster

Nothing like a little lighthearted Elvis fun to make one keep thinking of Hawaii. MST3000 was open for business, and craving pineapple.

Community Center Class: The Wearing of Hats! // Tuesday Evening

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

In front of class this week was not a blond Fremen princess, but rather a dark-haired pregnant girl, who was standing before the classroom. She seemed absorbed in her own thoughts, but determined to carry out her responsibilities nonetheless.

"Lady Ghanima is off fulfilling other duties," Alice said, "and so I've been asked to teach. My name is Alice Liddell, which rhymes with fiddle. I don't know of anything which rhymes with 'Atreides' offhand. We'll do show and tell, and if you should like to take a few minutes to return to your domiciles and fetch items to display, please feel free."

Once people had returned, had any left, Alice showed off her own items.

"This was obtained for me by Lady Ghanima's twin, Leto. I believe it came from their stepmother, Irulan, who has a great fondness for hats. She had a store here in town promoting them. And this I took from a quite mad Hatter when I defeated him. I'm terribly fond of him. Lastly, this one was gifted to me by a voodoo zombie priest ... I fear I may be mistaking the word order there. I asked to borrow it, and he granted it to me. Then he was defeated, as well, and I kept it as a souvenir."

"Who should like to go next?"

(sorry this is late -- asked to pinch-hit last minute because of plot-rescheduling for Ghanima, zomg. OCD will be coming momentarily up!)

Devil's Nest, Tuesday Evening

[icecoldfrost]

Emma couldn't deny she was happy to be far, far away from wherever-that-had-been. It was much easier to breathe without an insane rock whispering in her brain.

She was here at work tonight, Eric's sign from last night still on the door. Why not? She thought it was funny.

The Devil's Nest was open, music blaring, and the hostess is about somewhere.