Caritas, Thursday

[wrongkindofsith]

Tonight, Cara was not doing her usual very bad job of pretending she wasn't ignoring Tino. Instead she was having a very off conversation with an off-duty squirrel (currently soaking in bucket of rum) about something called 'Movember' and whether it counted when your face was already covered in fur.

How was this her life?

[open, ocd-free]

El Burrito Loco and the Streets of Fandom, Friday Afternoon

[icecoldfrost]

Look, Emma was a growing ermine. Of COURSE she was going to try and eat the burrito that was larger than she was before they even got back to the house. Jack could not expect her to ride nicely in a bag with a take-out box and not try to wedge herself into the box and eat ALL THE FOOD.

(Caring for an ermine was astonishingly similar to dealing with an evil-genius cat who had opposable thumbs. If she fits, she sits, and Emma was utterly convinced she would 'fits' into the box with the food and that meant it was HERS ALL HERS.)

Well, right up until there was the 'pop' of displaced air and Emma Frost was sitting on the ground, 'wearing' - for lack of a better term - a bag. And nothing but a bag. With the box of take-out sitting on her head like a demented hat.

At least she wasn't wearing any of the burrito?

"I hate this island."

[OOC: bitten_notshy modded shamelessly! OPEN POST.]

The Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

Apparently there was only so long you could lurk outside a hospital room glaring at doctors and nurses before you were politely encouraged to leave. Allie would have fought to stay, except she recognized that her growing frustration was going to wind up causing bloodshed. After being assured that someone would get a message to her if there was any change in Kaidan's condition, Allie had booked a portal home just in time for her shift at the bar.

It probably wasn't going to be the most productive shift. Instead Allie was going to spend it staring at her phone, waiting for a message.

[OCD free!]