Around Fandom, Early Friday Morning

[endsthegame]

Rirhath B had been... nice. But not quite nice enough. Not for an island which was beginning to get the idea that home really was where the heart was; it just wanted to vacation a little bit longer before it got back to the daily slog of Maryland.

When it popped neatly out of existence on Friday morning, it immediately repopped into existence somewhere much, much fancier. It found a sizable pond - a lake, really - in a park somewhere in the middle of New Cardiff and rooted itself there, the Causeway coming down and connecting with a busy road not far off. Down the street you would find a bustling district of the city: shops, cafés and restaurants all open and ready to serve distinguished clientele. If you wanted it a little grimier, you might have to walk a little further, through the park and towards the other end.

But it was nice. A friendly sun was shining, and the skies were blue - at least, between the various moving airvehicles that kept passing by.

An Abandoned Warehouse in the Abandoned Warehouse District, Friday Night

[soniaroadsqueen]

Ringo showed up at the designated meeting place a bit early. She was wearing ATs, of course, but not her usual pair. Today it looked like she was trying to make a fashion statement of some sort, as the ATs went all the way up her calves and looked more like high fashion footwear than something you wore to run around town for fun.

The unusual gear was the reason she'd shown up early, too. She needed to get used to the Thorn Regalia again. Before Fandom, she'd practiced enough with them that they'd practically been a second skin, but she could count the number of times she'd worn them in the past year on one hand. So Ringo was doing some simple exercises inside the warehouse. Quick direction changes, running up the walls, bouncing off of whatever was convenient. Reminding herself just how much more capable the Queen of the Sonia Road was when compared to plain old Ringo.

It made her a little nervous, that power, but that nervousness was part of why she was doing this at all. She couldn't just refuse to use that power if her friends needed her to, and she couldn't afford to be nervous over it if that need ever arrived.

So she let herself get lost in her own thoughts as she moved. Pirouetting like a professional dancer, except that Ringo could do it while "standing" on a wall. Ringo's hair flew out behind her as she jumped from wall to the rafters, and back again. She got so deeply into her warmup that she practically forgot she was waiting for anyone.

[Expecting one, but totally open either before or after.]

Groovy Tunes, Friday

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante was still restless. He had a feeling he was going to feel restless again for a long time - which wasn't weird. The relative calm of midsummer had been a blip in his usual state of mind, a fond memory he wasn't going to linger on too much. It'd just make him bitter.

He still wasn't going near the guitar again, either. But at least he stayed at work today. He had a date to work off some of the tension later (in the non-Biblical sense, for once) which kept him grounded. Somewhat. He was all over the shop all day, sometimes juggling with guitar picks or fidgeting with the stacks. All the while, loud music kept blaring through the store.

Keeping busy.

[[ open! ]]

Community Center - Drinking Games!

[sarcasm-duh.livejournal.com]

Anyone coming into the community classroom would have their eardrums blasted with the Olympic anthem and Archer shouting "USA! USA! USA!" at the top of his lungs.

This was then followed by Archer lapping around two tables (With red solo cups and ping pong balls) and shouting "Wooooo!"

When he was finished racing around the table he merely shouted "BEER PONG! Let's go!"

Fortunately there were instructions for anyone who needed information on how to play.