Stark Industries, Wednesday

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William wasn't really in the mood, with all the stuff happening to his classmates, to deal with any fits of the store's particular brand of Fandom whimsy today. So it was a good thing the store didn't see fit to provide any today.

So just William, a circuit board he was kind of absently tinkering with, and a mug of tea.

[ooc: and... so much SP.]

Atlas Gym- Wednesday midday

[solo_sword]

So far today Jaina had called home (specifically her dad, again), checked Twitter for information, ended up perusing the junkyard for something to fix because sometimes resorting to things your 12-year-old self did helped, checked the news from home to make sure everything looked right, called home again (specifically Luke to keep him updated), and finally made her way down to the gym for the hours of training she was used to.

It was really all about keeping herself distracted, except the things she had to distract her were almost all tied into what was going on. And what was going on scared her and made her worry for people (Tahiri) and she knew too many of the names on the board and it all reminded her uncomfortably of the Vong war with refugees coming in because their worlds were gone... Thoughts of returning home for when she was sure the inevitable happened died when she looked at everything Portalocity would put her through to get there and she realized there might not be a way back there. Then that led to wondering whether maybe everything would stay fine back home but what would happen to her galaxy if something happened to her here... Maybe it wouldn't be as bad if there was something to fight.

It probably shouldn't have been a surprise that right now Jaina was hitting the punching bag like it was behind this whole thing. It wouldn't make her feel better forever, but it would at least help for the moment.

[My girl got emo when I wasn't looking. She will be Totally Fine at you if you want to ping in and commiserate, punch things, call, text or Foursquare your grandma though.]

Magic Box [11/30]

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Shira didn't exactly want to go to work, but it was either go to work or sit in her dorm room and dwell on things she couldn't change. That didn't sit well with her at all, so off to work it was.

She was cleaning and dusting and tidying the Magic Box like her life depended on it, solely because it gave her something to do.

God, she hoped it wasn't a quiet day. She needed customers to keep her sane.

The Boards, Wednesday Evening [Rehearsal]

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As Troy finished setting up the pitchers of water, he was doing his best to hold back tears. He'd been on the phone with Ryan earlier in the day -- been on the phone with Ryan until suddenly Ryan wasn't there to be on the phone.

Or anyone else whose number he had from East High.

Or anyone else he'd ever known in New York.

He took a moment, before everyone arrived, to just stop. Take a breath. Hold it in, let it out, center himself as best he could.

No time for his tragedies: his cast would have their own. And there was a show to put on.

The Arms Hotel, Wednesday, 11-30

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Quinn was grateful to be at work today.

Quinn was grateful to have anywhere to be, even if it was a hotel that was filling up with guests and having a hard time getting enough supplies to keep up with them. But work was nice, mostly. Normal.She was going to grab onto that with both hands and hold onto it and not do anything that might remind her of how normal things outside the hotel weren't.

Mostly, this meant not lifting her head from her paperwork and her online math homework.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Special Rates for Extended Stays
Today's Specials: Potato-Leek Soup
Banana Cream Pie

[OOC: Open hotel, no OCD!]

Cabot and Associates, Wednesday

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Alex Cabot had once heard that the definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting different results.

By the strictest sense, then, Alex wasn't insane. Every few hours, when she stopped researching long enough to lift her phone and dial Gibbs' number, she fully expected the same nasal computerized voice to inform her that her call could not be completed as dialed.

Expecting it didn't stop it from hurting, every single time.

Cabot and Associates was open.

(OCD-free)

The Perk, Wednesday Afternoon

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It had taken a day or so, but Kerrigan had finally recuperated from the severe blow losing most of her Swarm had dealt to her system. She'd assumed her human guise anew and arranged some housing for River and herself, and now...

Well, now she was indulging old, human patterns. She ordered a cup of coffee at the counter and sat down with it at a table, sipping it. Caffeine hadn't tasted right to her for years now, but the habit was almost... comforting... to the few scraps of humanity that persisted underneath the zerg and the hunger.

Another human trapping: her mobile phone. She reached for it, wondering if Emma had encountered this same... issue recently, perhaps left some kind of message. And she did have a voicemail...

...except it wasn't Emma. It wasn't Emma at all.

"Lee," she murmured. Those human scraps of her felt distraught, angry, terrified.

The zerg part of her still didn't care, and it was vastly greater.

But she didn't delete the message.

[[ open! ]]

Imperial Junke Yard, Wednesday afternoon

[locointhecoco]

Though she'd initially felt reassured by her talk with Kitty, Pinkie was finding the lack of communication with Equestria harder and harder to deal with. Her mane and tail had steadfastly refused to bounce back up to their usual joyful curliness, instead draping stick straight down her neck and over her face.

In the past, the only thing that could cheer her up when she was in this kind of a mood was a party with her friends. Which . . . didn't really explain why she was now in the junkyard, her saddle bags bulging, collecting together bits and bobs in a large pile and talking to herself.

"Now, that won't do at all," she said, as she finished dragging a tangled mass of electrical wire from one of the piles. "Rarity would never let her hair get in such a state!" She flung the wire to the side with a grouchy frown. "It's not even purple. You saw how upset she was when the Great and Powerful Trixie turned her hair green! Aha!" She rolled a little blue teapot out of another pile with her nose. "Good choice! Rainbow will love it!"

Really, this just couldn't bode well.

[open, should anyone be willing to brave the off-balanced little pony]

Caritas | Wednesday

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What he thought had been a joke apparently wasn't a joke. And really, Nathan liked thinking that his mum and his friends disappearing was a joke instead of them just being...gone because something was fucking attacking them.

He was uncharacteristically quiet tonight while behind the bar. He was drinking and thinking, trying to figure out if he should go home in the hopes that maybe this thing would give the people he cared about back or if he should stay here and try and protect the most important person in the world:

Himself.

It was a confounding conundrum. Yes, it was. And Nathan was probably going to be balls drunk before he figured it out too. Oh well.

Turtle and Canary, Wednesday

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People's family and friends were disappearing left and right. Everyone was so heartbroken and depressed. Life was starting to suck.

But, like the old saying goes, "When life gives you lemons, build a lemonade stand, hire illegal immigrants to staff it at a fraction of minimum wage, and sell what is essentially sugar water at two dollars per glass of pure profit." ...Well, maybe that wasn't quite how the saying went. But if it wasn't, it should be!

Which is why there was a sign up in the window of Turtle & Canary, despite the firm protests of Apu.

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