The Beach, Thursday Afternoon

[not_every_mage]

The Siren's Call had gotten Anders as far as a swirling blue vortex that he could just barely glimpse Fandom's castle through. He drew a deep breath, said some hasty goodbyes, and jumped over the waves toward home.

He reflected as he flew that, if nothing else, at least his adventure had given Isabela and her crew a good story.

He came up sputtering and coughing, facing a landscape that looked familiar, under a sky that decidedly wasn't. He was ten pounds thinner than he'd been when he left, weaker-legged from lack of exercise, with a new maturity in his movements and new fear in his eyes.

And he was home. He was going to lie on the sand and stare at the strange sky while he appreciated how very much that meant.

[OOC: Home at last, huzzah! Open post.]

Post office, Thursday

[intotheout]

So the school had them all living in huts for a bit. Huts shaped like bubbles.

It was all just a little too Boovian for Tip. Except J.Lo would probably take one look at the huts -- and the fact that they didn't have the privacy layer that frosted up and prevented people from looking in the way actual Boov homes did -- oh, and the lack of anti-gravity showers, which were basically the only thing on New Boovworld Tip missed -- Right. So the bubblehuts were extremely poor imitations of Boov architecture.

Either way, living in them was weird. Tip had never been happier to have to go off to work. Not that she'd been working that long. Still. She got herself an ice cream on the way in -- she had money, now, and no one to tell her she couldn't eat ice cream for lunch and she didn't have to worry about the fate of the Earth, this was the kind of independence countries were founded on -- and sat doodling at the counter and snacking on Americone Dream between customers.

Going away to school had definitely been her best plan ever. Even if they did make them live in bubbles for three weeks out of the year.

[open!]

Trooper Station, Thursday

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

There were a lot of alien wild flowers in the station today. Apparently the troopers had gone out to explore the planetoid and liked what they saw in terms of plant life. Jessica decided to play it safe and run some tests on the flowers to make sure the pollen wasn't deadly or the flowers wouldn't sprung to life and start choking everyone, but that was resolved pretty quickly.

And thus, flowers!

The Park, Thursday Evening

[furnaceface]

It was good, sometimes, to get out and about, even beyond the usual morning jog and so on. Better still to find a place to just sit in silence, to soak in the fresh air - yes, even for Jonothon - and appreciate the... the view of open space above.

...

Okay, that last bit was a touch unnerving. But the park was still there, and Jono had some stale bagels he'd picked up from J,GoB, so he was going to just ignore whatever was going on up in the sky in favour of feeding the ducks. And the occasional flamingo.

Hey, it passed the time.

[OOC: Open!]