Tuesday, November 27th, 2012

Caritas- Tuesday

Tuesday, November 27th, 2012 10:13 am
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Kitty was blissfully unaware that anything weird was going on yet, primarily due to being the same age she always was. Being a teenager for about another month had probably saved her on this one. Tino hadn't even shown up, either, so she couldn't even go off that.

If and when people did show up, though, she'd probably be even more glad she wore a tank top with an actual back to it this week. (Which okay, the shirt still showed some midriff. Look, you couldn't have everything.)
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Victor was back at work today, and oblivious to any changes in the average age on the island as he tapped away at his laptop. He'd found Reddit's AMA forum and was trying to come up with good questions for everything that sounded vaguely sciencey.

Actual work would come ... later. As would cleaning the mangoes off his workbench.

[OOC: Open repair shop, no OCD.]
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Young Eric had woken up encased in a tomb, which was not his favorite thing (he'd never thought about it before, not being inclined to great introspection, but now he knew for sure: giant wooden box over his head as he slept was a no-go), so he'd bolted out of his room at just after dawn, thrown on some clothes (of a much finer quality than usual) and had gone off exploring.

...well, exploring until he got to the bathroom, where he ran the water for a solid thirty minutes, then spent some time flushing inappropriate things down the toilet. But now he was starving in the way only teenaged Vikings could be, which was why he was crouched behind a park bench with a spear, hoping that one of the squirrels popped out their heads so he could get it.

Mmm. Squirrel for breakfast.

[OOC: Soooo very open and open for SP.]
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Max woke up without a clue where he was or what he was supposed to be doing, except for two key things: one, the hotel room where he'd apparently spent the night was disgusting, and two, all the clothes in there were freakishly baggy on him.

Which was actually great, because as it turned out, thirteen-year-old Max was going through a phase where he thought he was a badass.

So, wearing about four layers of shirts and a sweatband on his forehead, he made his way to the club where, according to his cell phone alarm (and speaking of which, how great were cell phones? Max thought they were pretty great), he was supposed to be this evening. Then he stationed himself behind the bar on a step-stool so he could actually be seen and toyed around with pouring drinks that would probably be toxic if anyone was crazy enough to actually consume them.

After a while, he headed over to the DJ to politely request some classic Jay-Z. It took a considerable amount of whining, but eventually he got his way and could now be found rapping along to the music behind the bar with extensive hand gestures and snaps of his fingers.

He was so cool.

[[this PB discovery makes me so happy. OPEN!]]
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If there was any weirdness happening today, Hanna didn't notice. Not yet, anyway. She was too busy wandering around the store. If anyone asked, she'd tell people she was making sure there was enough inventory. In actuality, she was searching for potential Christmas gifts for her friends. She was definitely planning to make use of her employee discount this holiday season.
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So it turned out ponies had awkward hair dye phases, too. Who knew?

Pinkie had absolutely no idea how she'd ended up in this town that was totally not Ponyville, and didn't even seem to have any other ponies anywhere, but she was entirely unphased. Waking up in a strange new town just meant there were loads of new friends to make! And besides, she knew a sweets shop when she saw one, and any town that had a good sweets shop couldn't be bad.

"Ooooooo," she said, pressing her nose into the glass over the front display case. "I want that one! No, that one! No, this one over here! I CAN'T DECIIIIIIDE!"

It turned out ponies also had their super dramatic phases. Though, really, on Pinkie, it was a phase that never really ended.

[ooc: open, most certainly!]
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When Clint had woken up in the morning, he'd felt warm, comfortable, and safe, and that was more than a little weird. He'd allowed himself to wallow in bed for a few extra minutes before getting up and sneaking out before whoever owned the house came back.

Okay, so he'd raided the fridge and then snuck out. But really, he might not have been bright, but he wasn't completely stupid.

Now, he was sitting on a bench in the park, trying to figure out how to work the little machine he'd found in his coat pocket. So far, he'd figured out that he'd had it long enough to put his name on it, and that this Angry Birds thing was super addictive.

[Open!]
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James wasn't really sure where he'd woken up, it hadn't been his room at Fettes, or Aunt Charmian's place, though he supposed it was better than... well, best not to think about it.

Venturing out in search of a bracing hot drink he also managed to deduce from the accent of the girl behind the counter that it definitely wasn't Scotland or England either. Which left the nagging question of how the bloody hell he'd gotten to America in his sleep.

[Open!]

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