Fandom Post Office, October 9 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

Another break week, another very quiet shift on the island, and Éponine, who had brought her cat in to work today, was largely amusing herself by making Alouette run all over after the laser pointer she'd acquired. The cat seemed to appreciate the chase far more than she appreciated being picked up and cuddled from time to time.

It was a way to pass some of the time, at least -- when she wasn't cleaning up the confetti that kept spraying out of random mailboxes, anyway. Luckily she was used to that.

[[Oh look I remembered to post for once. Open!]]

The Park, Tuesday Early Afternoon

[firstofitskind]

Grief was never the kind of thing Liam had never been allowed the time to experience. Not when as far as the world around him was concerned, the person who'd died had been... a colleague. Or an enemy. Even Da'an hadn't known that Beckett had been his mother, and as far as the Liberation was concerned, she'd been a traitor to humanity, Motivational Imperative or not.

He'd thrown himself in to his work, because what else was there?

Then he'd come to Fandom, and the island had brought her back for a weekend, somehow, and not as Agent Beckett, Protector to the UK Companion, but as his mother. She'd known who he was. It had been wonderful, for two whole days... and then she'd left again.

And now he didn't quite know what to do with himself. Yesterday had pretty much been a loss, barely fit for company that wasn't Verity or the mice. Today, he'd felt the itch to get out, to go do something, but the problem was... what? He'd tried throwing himself in to work, but the station had been all abuzz with chatter about the long-lost brother of theirs that Calvin had run in to over the weekend.

He'd finally decided on the park, since the weather was clear enough, and was running through tai chi forms in an attempt to settle both body and mind.

[ooc: open!]

The Beach, Tuesday, Late Afternoon

[not_in_the_book]

The beach was empty, until -- with a well-managed >whumpf< of expanding air -- it wasn't.

Ronan glanced around, grinning, before giving himself a quick brush-down. "Powers, it's good to be back," he said. ( And then his phone rang. )

[Open beach is open!]