Improv Class, The Boards, Thursday Evening

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Now that they were into the swing of things, Lizzie and Jono had decided to take alternating weeks of the improv class. Lizzie had expected to be nervous, about her first solo outing, but she wasn't. It felt like they'd been doing this forever.

"This week, we're pulling from a classic bit of sketch comedy," she announced, when it looked like everyone had settled in. "Sketch comedy isn't the same as improv, but they have similar roots, and this particular skit lends itself well to an improv activity. The skit is called The Four Yorkshiremen, but all you need to know is that it's an elaborate game of Top-That."

( And everyone had a friend who was a master at Top-That, right? )

The Woods, Thursday Sunset

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Somewhere in the early hours of the morning, the teal deer that rested by the stone's side got up. Disoriented, it walked a few circles around the rock - then it sank in that whatever had drawn the deer here, it had now faded. It hopped over a log and vanished into the underbrush.

The stone sat there quietly for some time.

As the sun began to sink behind the horizon to make way for night, and shadows fell over the woods, a thin mist rose up from the ground-- but only in the smallest circle around the stone. It emanated a strange, pale white light that grew in intensity as the mist itself grew and grew in size. It would not be long before it filled the entire clearing.

Whisps crept into the light from the shadows. More and more, until they grew more solid, and their voices became audible, speaking softly.

Calling. Or being called.

[[ and they have come! Feel free to use this post to establish arrivals or play out first meetings. People can be drawn to the woods to meet their guests, or their guests can go somewhere else on the island and people can be drawn there, or their guests can come and find them wherever they are. ]]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Thursday

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Mary hadn't been sleeping all that well lately. It was only thanks to a lot of Red Bull that she was even functioning today. Though "functioning" might not be the correct word, seeing as she kept putting "January 30, 2012" on all of today's paperwork.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Specials:
Pasta Puttanesca
Green Bean Salad
Peanut Swirl Brownies

Caritas, Thursday evening

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The zombies were revolting. And protesting. Protesting what, Kenzi wasn't going to ask.

"You're not getting paid more. We don't have any more brains than yesterday. Back to work!"

Il Pollo, Thursday Evening

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So, it was a date. Like, two people spending time together because they maybe kinda like spending time together and want to get to know one another better so that they can spend more time together, date. Evan had picked Sholeh up after his shift at the library, and they had started the evening with the mandatory run to the bookstore, because what better way was there to spend a date than book shopping?

And then they had set off to have dinner, which would have been an easy walk from the bookstore. Really. It should have been. But Sholeh had smiled and Evan had stopped paying attention to anything resembling what direction they were going... so instead of ending up at Café Fina, they'd found themselves on completely the other side of the island, a fact that Evan only became dimly aware of as he realized he was actually in a part of town he never went to.

"... I don't suppose you're in the mood for pasta tonight?"

[OOC: For the girl! But open place in town is open for other pasta lovers too, of course.]