The Devil's Nest [Monday morning and afternoon]

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Today found Joan poring over receipts for TruBlood and comparing them with a set of spreadsheets on her laptop. She was mostly confused, honestly, over why more than one blood type was necessary -- surely there wasn't a difference. Blood was blood.

But then, she wasn't a vampire. She supposed saying as much would be like telling Roger that all whiskey was created equal. That was a good way to get kicked out of an office.

[open, sp after 4:30 EDT!]

Goodvalor's Little Bivoli- Monday

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Annie had made a terrible mistake.

With college letters coming through now (and they were, she'd checked at every single one of her college support message boards), she'd developed a habit of looking through her mail as soon as she'd picked it up just in case there was anything from any of the colleges she'd applied to. Today she'd been in such a rush, she'd brought it up to her room and left it on her desk and ran off to work without checking.

And now not knowing was in there was killing her. She was currently pondering calling Jack and making him check for her. Or maybe Quinn or Rilla could break into her room and check. All she wanted was to know what was there, breaking and entering was fine in that case, right?

SPECIALS
ANXIETY

The Park [Monday afternoon]

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It wasn't often that Dany ventured off of the school grounds without her silver, but today she was on a mission, in a way. With her in the park today were the three dragons, because as loathe as she was to admit it, they were growing far too large for the dorms. They didn't all three fit into their basket anymore, and had begun to climb up onto the bed with her to sleep, instead.

Or, more alarmingly, fly up there.

They weren't able to fly very far, or fast, or high, yet, no. But today, she was going to observe them outdoors, and see how much progress they could make on their own. She knew that eventually they'd have to move to the stables, but she was foolishly dreading the day, all the same.

So, armed with an iced coffee from the Perk (Loki's influence -- she had wanted more smoothies when they returned to the island from Brazil, and instead discovered frappuccinos) and dressed in cool, loose silks, Dany took turns with each of her dragons on the edge of the park, trying to coax them into flight. "Very good, Drogon! Oh, Viserion, don't snap at your brother. Flutter your wings, my love! Up to me!"

It was a bit like watching a very unsure mother teach children how to walk. Except the children were lizards who could breathe fire, and all.

[open open open, entertain me. Mild SP after 4:30 EDT, but it should be a sloooow night at work, yes.]

Stark Industries, Monday

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One of the computers in the back room had blown a few circuits. While Ender wasn't the engineer that Ben and Tony were, he was proficient enough to do something about it. So, instead of settling down for intel and research as per usual, he was currently in the back room, fiddling with motherboards.

He'd have the whole project finished by the end of the day - it really wasn't that complicated - but for the moment... anyone coming in would have to call for him to get him to show up.

[[ open! and now in the right place. ]]

Caritas, Monday

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Holiday dedicated to drinking heavily? You bet your arse Jake had been all over that.

Of course, even an epic Jake-level hangover (he had no idea the roof of one of the apartment buildings had a landing pad, how cool was that?) was over and done with by the time Monday evening rolled around.

Tino, on the other hand, was still clinging to the weekend's revelry, judging by that bright green sparkly top hat he'd found somewhere.

"Just let it go, man," Jake said, fingers rubbing at the bridge of his nose. "Just... you need to move on."