The Park, early Sunday Morning

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The mixer had run till late. After it ended, it seemed only right that Allie once again make a few late night circuits of the island. Once again she couldn't help but be surprised at how much it didn't seem to have changed from her memories.

The fact that Allie ended up at the park bench overlooking the flamingo pond a little while before dawn should shock no one.

[Expecting one, but open if anyone is up and about this early. It's Father's Day so I'm in great SP mode till this evening.]

Caritas, Sunday

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There was no Jake at Caritas today. Take that as you will.

There was a very irritated Tino, though, for those who were being driven to drink by this weekend.

The Devil's Nest- Sunday

[solo_sword]

Jaina had been through two of these weekends before, once as a married empress with two kids, and once as a teenager who got to watch everyone else being all old around her. So she totally knew what was going on here.

That didn't mean she remembered that twenty years ago she'd have been working today, though, and she'd only shown up out of nostalgia before Tiny just waved her back behind the bar and she realized she was supposed to be here. To be honest, she was kind of up for this kind of work, too, because it had absolutely nothing to do with politics and that made it about one million times better than what she normally had to do these days.

The Devil's Nest was open, and your bartender probably remembered how to make at least some of the drinks you might want.

20th Reunion Brunch [The Park, Sunday, June 16, 2013, late morning until late afternoon]

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The weather was still behaving itself, so the sun was beaming down brightly (which might not be appreciated by those who overindulged last night), the humidity wasn't unbearable, and the mosquitoes were keeping to themselves.

Beneath a generously be-glittered banner that read "20th ANNIVERSARY REUNION!" was a veritable feast of breakfast-y foods on tables that looked dangerously close to toppling under the weight.

There were pastries, various egg dishes, and yogurt parfaits in mason jars (because Pinterest might have died ten years ago but mason jars were forever). There was more coffee than should probably be legal.

Come out! Tend to your hangovers! Explain any walks of shame!

And, if you were a father, come get your complimentary glass of sparkling wine or Bloody Mary. The administration figured you deserved one.

The Beach, Sunday Evening

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Twenty years on, MCA #3 wasn't April's apartment anymore. But enough was strange about this weekend -- the dates didn't quite line up with the dates that this weekend should have been on -- that she dug out her old apartment key on a hunch, and sure enough, the apartment was full of the kinds of things she had kept there years ago. Pizza boxes, video game controllers, a pink cowboy hat... and a three-legged pitbull curled up on a pillow on the couch. April's first dog.

If April got a little bit emotional upon seeing the dog who had passed away years ago in her own timeline, that was no one's business but her own, and it wasn't like it showed on her face anyway. But Cliff bounded over to her as quickly as a three-legged dog could, and in no time at all, April fixed his leash to his collar and hoisted him up to take him down the stairs for a walk.

They walked by the beach, April in a hoodie that she'd found in her twenty-year-old self's closet. For the nostalgia, mostly. With her old dog, walking along the open beach, April remembered how much she had liked this place, back in the day. Maybe she'd never told anyone, but she really had loved it a lot.

That was the bad thing about who April had been at twenty, she guessed: she had never allowed herself to really unabashedly enjoy things. But for the next two hours until her portal materialized, she still could. So that was the plan.

[[open beach!]]

the boardwalk ; sunday evening

[necroslacker]

At some point during the brunch, Sam had decided he'd had enough and he'd left. He hadn't gone far, though. The shop he used to work out so long ago was still standing and, on a whim, he'd purchased a skateboard. The craftsmanship looked good and it felt good in his hands.

Board in hand, he'd come down to boardwalk and wondered if this was a good idea. Sure, there was still a half pipe in the yard but no one had used that for awhile. But, for some reason, Sam felt an urge to skate that he couldn't ignore.

Eyes closed, he let the setting sun warm his face before he dropped the board and hopped on. He was unsteady for a minute before everything came flooding back and he kicked a foot down and got himself going.

He'd missed this.

[Open post, open Sam]