The Magic Box, Sunday, Oct. 05

[not_every_mage]

Anders wasn't sure he even needed to be at the store for the hours before the trip began, but he went in anyhow. Maybe one of the magic-users in town would need last-minute supplies before they left; even if no one did, he could always use the coin.

He spent his time thumbing through a biography of a Tevinter magister that had turned up in the shop's latest shipment of antique books. The author, it seemed, was not a fan of the free use of magic. If books from home hadn't been so hard to come by, he likely would have ruined the thing with heavy underlinings and margin notes dotted with exclamation points; as it was, he contented himself by arguing aloud with the pages as though the chantry mother who had written the book could hear him.

[OOC: Open shop, open post!]

The Causeway, Sunday Afternoon

[endsthegame]

The school had instructed everyone going on the fall break trip to gather up at the causeway late on Sunday afternoon.

There was a little designated area for the luggage to the right, while students and teachers could gather up on the left. There'd been an instruction about winter wear in the invite, too - hopefully everyone had complied, considering their destination.

Now it was just a matter of waiting for the portal.

[[ open for all trip-goers. first trip post will go up later today. ]]

The Park [Sunday Afternoon]

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It was actually chilly enough to need his jacket today. You weren't going to find Hatter complaining about that. The island seemed significantly quieter now that most of the students had vacated for a vacation. He would have worried for business but he'd seen maybe one or two students come into the restaurant so he wasn't all that concerned.

Prior to coming out to the park, he'd made a warm mug of tea which was currently sitting on the bench beside him. The flamingos had come over to sniff near him at first but he'd shooed them away. He still didn't have great associations with flamingos so it was best to keep his distance.

Hatter stretched his legs out in front of him, arms draped lazily over the back of the bench while he enjoyed the afternoon. His hat was tipped low and you'd only be able to tell if he was awake or asleep if you knew him.

[Open, of course]

Groovy Tunes, Sunday

[furnaceface]

Well. Jono still had one day off left before he had to make his way back to Glacia, and since he'd missed his shift at the Groovy Tunes yesterday on account of a zombie walk that had been called due to real, actual, bank-robbing zombie, he was here today instead. He didn't imagine it would be especially busy, no. Not with the majority of the island's students taking off for he-hadn't-been-paying-attention. But that didn't mean he wasn't up for enjoying a day of just sitting around the music shop, listening to new albums and, whenever the muse hit him, picking up random instruments and trying to teach himself how to play them.

And that was how Jono Starsmore wound up killing an hour with his feet up on the front counter, playing 'Creep' on the ukulele.

Maybe he'd break his brain trying to figure out how to play the harp, next. Why did they even have a harp? Who on the island could possibly want a bloody harp?

[Idek. Open!]

Atlas Gym, Sunday

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There were a couple things Flash was starting to get tired of. First was using the *$&%ing wheel chair with the *$&%ing stairs all over the *$&%ing town. So screw it. The symbiote was bonded to him anyway, it's not like they had any major issues in a while, he was just going to use it and the legs the Hanks gave him. It might take him a little longer to get around, but at least he could deal with the *%&#ing stairs better.

He was also getting tired of Hawkeye not calling him in for missions ever. He got some information from the Black Widow about how that whole robot thing was going, but he wasn't getting much detail there. Stupid Secret Avengers. Captain America himself put Flash on the team!

So whatever, he was getting some frustration out boxing when people didn't need him. And then tonight he'd head to Baltimore and find some criminals to terrify. It would be fun.