Stark Industries, Monday

[endsthegame]

Well. Yesterday hadn't been awkward in the slightest.

Still, it was better than being assaulted with attempts to placate his guilt; it just meant that Ender had an angry Jedi to deal with today, now that he was alone and Tony had managed to scurry off to do something that wasn't 'serving as a human shield'.

With that in mind, Ender took his time opening up the shop in the morning, and bustling through. He did like the solitude - while the weekend had calmed any resurgence of emotion on his part, he couldn't help but keep thinking, and the quiet... helped.

He was going to use it as long as he could.

Mind, in retrospect, it might have helped if he'd gotten some sleep the past few days.

[[ open! ]]

Fast Eddie's, Monday after classes

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Okay, for anyone who knew Bruce - who really knew Bruce rather than the friendly facade he put on - the fact that he tried to convince somebody to take a couple hours having fun probably sounded ridiculous and insane. Until maybe they found out he was talking to a girl and that he was referring to spending time with him. That probably sounded more like Bruce.

But that was why he was at Fast Eddie's this afternoon, taking practice shots at a pool table while he waited. He hadn't actually played pool in a while, so he figured he'd shake off any potential rust first. Not that there was much rust, since pool was nothing but geometry, physics, and hitting things with a stick, which were all things Bruce used in his daily life even without playing pool anyway.

He wasn't trying any trick shots, though. That would be showing off.

[OOC: Bruce is here primarily for that girl that he talked about doing this thing with. Fast Eddie's is here for other people to play certain games involving balls and hitting things.]

The Gig, Monday Afternoon

[whitequeensfire.livejournal.com]

Once Angelica had seen to the horses and taken each one out for some exercise, she decided to do some more serious riding with Bold. It'd been awhile since she'd gone for a good run, and fortunately Bold was in a mood to oblige her.

Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

There were plenty of things that Karla could be doing around the store today, but she was feeling oddly nostalgic and spent most of the afternoon daydreaming about her first summer on the island. So long ago, so many changes; sometimes she barely felt like the same person anymore.

[No OCD and Happy Birthday FH]

The Devil's Nest [evening]

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

Jack was behind the bar cleaning the glassware--he wasn't that big a believer in cleaniness but his boss terrified him--while Tiny stood at the other other end of the club and sent Tino increasingly bizarre limericks.

Everyone needed a hobby, all right?