Devil's Nest, Monday, June 18, Daytime

[bitten_notshy]

Jack had spent his weekend peacefully, with no particular emotions around Father's Day -- given as he was to thinking of himself as having had no father at all. Oh, he was aware the man had existed, and Rivka had reminded him of a few ancient stories. But those memories were so shadowy they might as well belong to an entirely different person.

Besides, he had too much work to do to waste time wallowing. Instead of genuine TruBlood, the bar had gotten an enormous shipment of some blood-orange-flavored soda substitute. Rather pleasant, to Jack's taste, but he couldn't imagine it sufficing for anyone who needed the real thing.

He sipped from a glass of it anyhow as he tried to sort out where the proper shipment had gone.

[OOC: Open for your bar business of Jack-bothering needs!]

Magic Box, Monday

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Surreal was cranky.

No, she wasn't going to tell you why she was a snarly-witch today. No, she didn't have issues regarding her sire, thank you. And if she did, they weren't your business.

Which was why the surly witchling was behind the counter, practicing some knot-magic very intently. She didn't have the gift for it a hearth-witch did, but that wasn't going to stop her from turning her bit of cord into a mass of knots out of spite.

Stark Industries, Monday

[endsthegame]

Living in the tents wasn't that terrible; sleeping on an unreliable air mattress, on the other hand, wasn't exactly what you'd call grand.

It'd slowly emptied itself again during the night, leaving Ender with a rock digging not-so-gently into his back. So when he got to the store and finally got to take a seat that didn't poke him in a bruised spot, he did so with a deep sigh of relief.

Then he pulled up his laptop and got to work - but not without shifting in his seat every now and again, or reaching back and rubbing at the painful spot.

Sigh.

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The Perk, Monday Evening

[so_hawkward]

Look, it wasn't like Clint was avoiding being in his and Natasha's house. He had perfectly valid reasons for taking his laptop to the Perk to work. The coffee was good, the barista was attractive, and no one here would choke him for not mentioning a certain teenage billionaire's presence on the island quickly enough.

Really, it was better for everyone if he just stayed here for a while.

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