The Boards, Saturday

[furnaceface]

Jono had woken up this morning prepared for a scene of mass chaos. He'd been expecting to find that Cliff and Joni had managed to destroy the apartment in the dead of night, or that Joni had gotten into April's Habitrail or something. (Friends didn't let friends get eaten by their pet cat while they were mice, so Jono had gotten a little sealed-off habitat to put April into at night, to keep her from getting Joni'd to death while he slept.)

Instead, he'd been met with a cat curled up at his feet, a dog prancing about with a leash in his mouth, and a good friend, looking at him in mild annoyance from the wheel in the plastic habitat that he'd stuck her in.

All in all, today was a good day, and he was tapping his toes to music he hadn't listened to since his high school days, trying to puzzle out how he was going to balance out little things like running a theatre, being a teacher, and participating in two very different Civil Wars in two very different worlds over the summer. That was looming. Now, while he was feeling mellow, seemed like as good a time as any to try to sort things out.

He'd carry on.

[OOC: Shamelessly using this post as an excuse to mainline MCR today. Open, I'm actually around today, and, as always, OCD-free!]

The park- Saturday afternoon

[throughaphase]

This was day four of Clint being a hawk, and the longer this went on, the more Kitty tried to gauge for just how unhappy he was going to be about this whole thing when he was back to normal. She was trying to make it easier on him, too, in case that helped: she wouldn't feed him anything gross no matter what Wikipedia said, and she tried to make sure he got time to be out and not cooped up indoors.

Even if the weather wasn't fantastic, it wasn't bad. So Kitty headed out to the park with a hawk perched on her arm, let him loose to fly around some, and took a seat on a bench to watch.


[Open!]

The Causeway, Saturday Morning

[endsthegame]

Ender had decidedly mixed feelings about coming back here - he'd been happy to leave Fandom, and his interest in looking back was... middling. Still, if nothing else, the sight of the school up ahead was a good reminder of how much he'd changed since he'd last stood here. More stable now, older (though wiser, he wouldn't be able to say) and finally settled at his old height.

It helped that he knew he could leave any time, he reflected. As did the sight of Earth's sky and the insects unique to this world. Part of him had been sure he'd never see or hear any of it again.

He glanced briefly towards Ben to gauge his state of mind (he had a feeling Ben's feelings would be rather less mixed), then took a deep breath.

[[ open! To the boy, to anyone who wants to bump into them both (separately will have to wait until tomorrow), or just wants to use the causeway in general. ]]