The Perk, Thursday Noon

[lockestheway]

As Ender left the Perk, Peter sank back in his seat. He still wasn't sure what to make of these weekly tête-à-têtes: Ender did not seem to want to impress any particular thing on him, nor did he seem to want anything from Peter. Any idle remarks on Peter's end about Ender pitching in and getting some power were batted aside; any attempts Peter made to drag something out of the conversation that could work in his benefit were efficiently stonewalled.

And still he kept showing up, and so did Ender.

It left Peter feeling a little unsettled, especially in a week like this, where every single thing seemed to go wrong.

Well, whatever. He needed to get it together. He'd gotten too distracted with all of this high school melodrama, and he'd reacted too strongly to Valentine's departure: it was obvious he'd been carrying them for the past few years anyway.

He took another sip of his large coffee and stared off towards the Perk's doors, running his current battery of problems through his head. He was going to figure out every contingency and prepare for it, dammit. Even if it meant wasting most of this month's income on caffeine.

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Caritas, Thursday evening (11/10)

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi got back from her very profitable tour of Baltimore, and put Darya on the bar with a sign that said: Contribute to her college fund!. Look, if people were drunk enough, you never knew. They might do it. When Darya Doll started to cry, Kenzi gave her a shot of rum'n'milk, and she settled down to sleep.

The Zombies were playing lullabyes, because they knew what was good for them.

Stark Industries, Thursday all day

[child-of-rer.livejournal.com]

Sov had opened a box that had been stowed away in a cupboard and it contained lots of interesting things! They found a cute pink radio and an old tape recorder, and ended up spending the day recording very noisy radio broadscasts. Anyone entering, be prepared to listen.

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