The Boards, Tuesday

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Troy dropped his laptop bag in the office before darting upstairs with his duffle bag of clothes. Clean clothes, because Ryan had insisted on having them sent out before he left. "Why should you do it when you get back if I can just have the service do it?" he'd insisted.

Because normal people had laundry service. When they were twenty-two.

Either way, Troy came back downstairs to settle into the office, pulling out his laptop to go over some of the paperwork that Ryan had given him during his trip to New York. That was the one thing he'd never really expected about running a theatre -- how much paperwork there'd be.

[Open and OCD-free! Look, I remembered to post! -_-;; SP-ish today for sure -- into the new place today, although I've only got a car load with me so that won't take long to move, and then work tonight, 4-close.]

The Park, Tuesday evening

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam had gotten to the park in the early afternoon, ready to defend their claimed Halfoween territory from all comers.

Mostly, this meant doing a lot of chasing of ducks.

She also managed to do at least a little bit of decorating while she was at it, stringing up black and orange streamers and decking out a party bush in little multi-colored bats. All this activity distracted her from eating all the food before anyone arrived, so there was even a few tables filled with various snacks and desserts!

Halfoween, aka Sam-and-Freddie's-excuse-to-throw-a-costume-party, was a go!

[ooc: Party is open to anyone and everyone! Costumes NOT required, but Sam will probably give you a random hat and/or make fun of you if you don't have one.]