JGOB- Thursday morning

[notconflicted]

Sia was used to Fandom's little quirks lasting for a weekend. Naturally that meant that today this should be all over. So imagine her surprise when she went to see Atton and found that he was still Jaq. Apparently.

So this morning would see them back in town for coffee, because she might have felt the need to make sure he was okay, and also because coffee made mornings better. "Do you know what you want?" she asked when they arrived.


[For that guy, but open for all your pastry-craving needs! Atton's identity NFB.]

The Beach, Thursday Morning

[not_a_whiner]

Kaidan had woken up with an almost overwhelming desire for space, air... something. Alone. He'd gotten out without as much as grabbing a sandwich and gone running along the island shore until he'd wound up here: the beach.

Where it was quiet, and he had the wind in his hair.

Truth be told? He hadn't done a terribly thorough job of finding out where he was, or how he could back. He didn't even know if he wanted to. Maybe escape-- going somewhere else, being on his own... maybe that was what he needed. Deserved.

Maybe everyone else was better off that way, too.

The skin in his hand started to prickle, and he glanced down. "Shit," he breathed, forcing the blue glow of the energy around his hand to seep back in, to stop.

He ran a hand through his hair, shaking a little. Okay. Maybe he did have some pent-up stuff that needed to come out. But was it safe here? The beach looked deserted, but... he didn't want to run the risk if...

"Shit," he muttered again, then shut his eyes.

Quiet. Completely quiet.

His body sparked blue again. Then it moved-- and he was amazed that now it did so smoothly, naturally, not as forced as it had been the first few times Vyrnnus had made him work for it, force it. Guess he did owe that to the man.

Shockwave.

Sand popped out and up into the sky, forced by a series of controlled biotic explosions, all in a straight line.

He was going to control it this time.

[[ open! ]]

The Perk [afternoon]

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

This whole week had been very confusing so far. Anakin hardly recognized any of the faces on the island, and when he went looking for the principal, he'd stumbled onto an office with his name above the title "Dean of Students."

This was either some kind of weird lesson from Obi-Wan about futures being in motion, blah, blah, blah, or Anakin was going crazy.

Naturally he chose to blame Obi-Wan.

He was sitting in the coffee shop with a cup of black coffee (because that's how cool he was), staring out at the hole in the park that Bel had left.

At least that part had remained the same.

Caritas, Thursday evening

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi had a sign up (of course she did).

HALF-PRICE DRINKS IF YOU DON'T HAVE ID
ONE FREE DRINK IF YOU'VE NEVER HAD ALCOHOL

Yes, she had a camera ready. This could be way too entertaining.