Theodoric of York, Friday morning

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Well, this had been a long time coming. Zayne's hair had been cut when he was drafted, but he was able to use his influence as a Jedi (no, not mind tricks... just fibbing) to keep from getting it buzzed during boot camp. Once his mother and sisters saw him with shorter hair than they had been accustomed to, they started putting on the pressure. (His father got them to agree that Zayne could grow a mustache if he wanted, just like his dad. Zayne had no intention of doing that and felt slightly betrayed by that angle.)

So now, after a tour out in space and before he really needed to do anything in Fandom, Zayne had a day to finally live up to the promises his family made him make.

He walked over to Theodoric of York to get, at long last, a haircut. "You've fought six Jedi Masters and walked away from every single one of those fights," he told himself. "You can do this."

Shortly after he walked inside, his hair was at a respectable length for the first time in a long, long time. It was weird.

[OOC: Open for all of your haircut and spa needs! Actually, I'll be busy at work. I just wanted to say this was open for haircut and spa needs.

And yes, Zayne is now the modern day, short(er)-haired JGL. I had to upgrade JGLs eventually. I randomly chose now.]

The Perk, Friday Morning

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It had been a fairly quiet week, what with classes being out and the whole shark... thing... being done and over with, and Evan had been handling it about as productively as one might imagine, with a stack of library books that he was making his way through like a man on a mission.

His mission, of course, was to get through the library books before they were overdue.

He had a small pile of them with him at the Perk this morning, having found a quiet corner with a couch that he could curl up on, and he was alternating between silently losing himself in books on Egyptian history and ancient battle strategies, and emailing his Uncle Cluster with his phone to continue working out the dynamics of him staying on the island for another semester. Things were still pretty crazy among the X-Men with the whole... Phoenix... thing... and so Evan's uncle agreed that it was probably for the best that he stay on the island for a little longer. And then told him to go forth and sow some wild oats, and that he'd be very disappointed if he didn't have to post bail at least once before the semester was through.

Evan wrinkled his nose a little as he reached for the chai latte that he'd ordered. He... was going to just get back to reading about the Battle of Actium, and pretend that he had no idea what any of that meant. Yeah.

[Open Perk! Come entertain me while I animate crocodiles?]

Turtle and Canary -- Friday

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It was Friday, so Hope was at work. Not doing anything terribly work-related, of course, but there at work nonetheless.

She sat behind the counter, reading a magazine and ignoring Apu's prattling about... whatever it was he was prattling on about.

Today's Squishy flavors: Cotton Candy, Banana, Blue Raspberry.

[OCD-free as the OCD is currently helping me rearrange my room.]

Devil's Nest [Friday night]

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Yes, Eric had people to handle things like his laundry.

Yes, knew that mixing whites and a new red shirt would end in disaster.

Or at least he did now.

He'd just have to buy a whole new....lot of things. But for now, welcome to an impromptu Shirtless Night at the Devil's Nest.

Bet you never knew Tiny had that many tattoos, huh?