Our Lady of Fandom | Saturday Afternoon

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It wasn't Sunday but Ronan was at church. He didn't know why or even how long he'd stay but being here, sitting in the pews made him feel closer to Mathew, at least for a moment. His brother, the brother he actually liked, was far away. Happy, cherubic, and a secret like no other. Ronan sighed and looked down at the floor.

There was dirt around his boot and he scuffed it around before getting up and pushing his way outside the church. Once outside, he turned around, taking the church in. Was there a Corpse Walk here too? Did the dead take a final pilgrimage while being watched by Blue and one of her crazy relatives?

Why was he even thinking about that? It was all shit. Just shit. Unbelievable shit. Ronan growled low in his throat and clenched his fists. Anger, his constant companion.

"Fuck you," he snarled, saying the words to no one in particular. He just had to get it out there. Tell the world. "I wish I had a drink right now."

When Ronan turned to go, he nearly tripped over a cooler. That hadn't been there when he'd arrived. Carefully, he kicked the cooler open with a boot and found it stocked full with beer. Ronan...laughed. If anyone heard that and brought it up, he'd punch them.

Right now, he was going to grab a beer, close the cooler and sit down right outside the church and have a drink. Maybe this day wouldn't be as terrible as it'd had seemed a few minutes ago. Maybe he'd drink enough to forget Mathew.

Maybe he'd dream.

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The Boardwalk, Saturday Afternoon

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Amy wasn't typically a maudlin person, though she had enough dramatic friends to understand the impulse. But Karma was feeling text-happy today and Amy wasn't really in the mood to deal with it, so she found herself wandering along the boardwalk in the hopes of clearing her mind.

After a while, her gaze landed upon a woman who seemed to be boasting to her friends about something or other. She wasn't dressed all that warmly - actually Amy hadn't seen shorts that short in a long time - and she strode confidently with perfect posture, gesturing wildly with her hands as she chatted with her friends.

Something about her was just interesting, and Amy mumbled to herself, "I wish I was that confident."

It was a trivial thing to want, but oddly, Amy didn't immediately regret thinking it. Hmm.

{ open! i'm around until 7, and then i'm seeing nick offerman stand-up and will therefore be slow. :) }

The park, Saturday afternoon/evening

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"Booooored," Kenzi complained. She was perched on the back of the park bench next to Roland, while he played all the sunny warm weather songs either of them could think of. Which had lead to a fun sing-a-long on "Kokomo" with anyone who'd been walking by. "I want something to happen. Something new."


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Streets of Fandom, Saturday evening

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It was time to take the dog for a walk. This wasn't normally a big issue, but Bruce's knees were bothering him today. So when it was time to clean up the stuff that tended to happen during dog walks, it was harder than normal to get up from being bent over.

But eventually he got up, did what needed to be done with the bag, and waved his hand a little after disposing of it. "Sometimes I wish I was even a little younger, boy. At least then my knees wouldn't be such a problem."

Ace gave Bruce a confused look as his face changed. The hair was a little darker, some wrinkles lessened or even disappeared, his posture straightened. "Something just happened, didn't it?" Bruce asked Ace. He ended up patting his own knees just to make sure there wasn't anything sketchy going on. "At least my knees feel better. I'd like to know what's happening this time, though."

That was apparently close enough to a wave, so he did. "Huh."

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