The Beach ; Monday Afternoon

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After several long runs up and down the beach until his lungs ached and sweat matted his hair and slid into his eyes, Will had finally stopped running and plopped himself down in the sand, laying back and staring up at the sky. The sound of the ocean in his ears helped him cool down and calm down.

It was almost time to head back to Wisconsin. With the summer fast approaching, Will figured that Headmaster Rourke would finally let him come back now that the danger had to have passed, right? Even if he wasn't allowed to stay, he could visit and see his friends, see Coach Jericho again and figure out what was going on with the Knights, right?

The truth was, Will didn't know. He hadn't heard from anyone who had that authority since he'd been shuttled off to this weird island and with the days ticking closer and closer, he was getting a little more worried that he was just going to be forgotten.

Well, not forgotten. He wasn't just going to stay here and let things continue on. He'd leave, figure things out on his own, if he had to. Become a free agent and take down the Black Caps and the Other Team himself. He didn't have Dave anymore but he was an Initiate and he had power.

It was new power sure, power that he still didn't really know a lot about but he'd use it.

#61: IF YOU WANT SOMETHING DONE THE RIGHT WAY, DO IT YOURSELF.

See, even his dad was giving him permission. Will sighed and closed his eyes. His dad seemed so far away right now. Everything did.

[Open place and post, of course!]

Luke's, Monday

[arsenicmauls]

Gert spent a large chunk of the morning complaining about being hungry, so by noon she was poking at the cooks' lunch creation for her: egg salad on matzoh.

"It's not even Passover yet," she grumbled. "And I don't do this kosher-for-Passover stuff anyway. But," she relented, "the egg salad is really good."

Plus it gave her an idea for what to put on the specials board.

TODAY'S SPECIALS
Anything breaded or leavened before Passover starts
(Anything)

Devil's Nest, Monday, 04/14

[bitten_notshy]

Jack was in early today. He'd have to leave before sundown to beat the moon, and there were still tax forms to file. (Maintaining a bar on an interdimensional nexus took a surprising amount of paperwork. The employee forms alone took days.)

He decided to take a break when he realized he was physically growling at the data entry form and Tiny was backing slowly away from him.

[OOC: Open bar, no OCD!]