Thursday- Somewhere Near Serenity Cove

[mother_love]

 

Anyone who might have chanced to pass near Serenity Cove that morning may have been treated to the strange site of someone laying out at the beach, arms stretched out to either side, staring up into the clear sky overhead.

Don’t worry. A dead body hadn’t washed up on shore, though it was only by some strange island intervention that hadn’t ended up being the case.

Billy lay on the beach, staring up the sky, still trying to wrap his mind around what had happened and how he had ended up where he was. As he lay there, the ocean drenched clothes he wore slowly drying, he reassured himself again that he was very much alive, though the how of that fact still escaped him.

The last thing he remembered was sailing out from Cancun in his boat after getting a few more supplies and fueling up. He had gone over his plan multiple times and knew the route. Cancun to Havana to hide out for a little while then off to the main Bahama Island. From there the plan was to just island hop for however long he needed to stay off any radars and not get noticed.  He planned to eventually settle down either on one of the islands or eventually head to the Florida Keys if he felt brave enough to set foot on American soil again.

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Community Center Class: Beyond Cup Noodle; Thursday Evening [10/07].

[chef_chocobro]

"As I'm sure most of you are aware," said Ignis, as class got underway for the evening, "next week is, of course, the school trip, and so we will not be meeting next week, as I will be attending. However, in the spirit of the venture itself," and perhaps to unintentionally rub it in the face of the one person in the classroom that wouldn't be attending, "I decided it would be interesting to look into some of the local cuisine of Boston and explore some simple, easy versions of those, in a celebration of Bostonian culture. So, today, we will be tackling simplified, quick version of two popular dishes: Boston baked beans and Boston cream pie."

You didn't expect him to want to let these three anywhere near attempting a chowder, did you?

"Let's man our stations, then," he said, "and we'll begin."

Groovy Tunes; Thursday [10/07].

[x_discospider_x]

The stereo was definitely doing that thing it did, where it seemed like it was capable of only playing what it wanted, and what it wanted was to just keep a bunch of songs clearly by the same band on repeat, which, you know, Troy was fine with, even if the music was clearly old. But it wasn't bad, it had a good groove to it that he could appreciate and a few moments that made him wish he cared enough to learn how to sample and mix music some day.

But there was definitely something about the band. Like, he had a feeling that the stereo had chosen to play them specifically for some reason? But he just couldn't, for the life of him, pinpoint exactly why, and it was driving him mildly crazy.

Whether or not him actually learning the actual name of the band would help in this was anyone's guess.

Groovy Tunes is open!

[[ though likely sp, though no one is probably surprised by this fact ]]

The Perk | Thursday Afternoon

[begmetwice]

It seemed that summer was extending its stay a bit, and while Irene had a homesick inclination towards cool and rainy weather, it seemed like a waste to not make the most of these last few warm days.

...by getting her pumpkin spice chai iced. It wasn't as though she was going to spend time outdoors, please. This was Armani. She found her way to a table with laptop in tow, and set about working on the Dite's bookkeeping. She could hire it out, in theory, but these days it felt just a touch too difficult to trust someone else with her money.

And besides, this gave her the opportunity to post up at a window and enjoy the late-summer sun while she worked. (And, as always, the people-watching.)

[open!]

Devil's Nest, Thursday, October 7, 2021

[texted3times]

Lucifer hadn't been around since the weekend. Eric could take this moment to take the high ground and stop their ridiculous feud.

Of course he did not do that.

He placed the piano he'd ordered beside a potted plant rough the same size as the instrument, shoved them both into a dark corner and then turned the newly installed spot lights onto the axe range.

The neon still blinked "SEX", but Eric was okay with that.

The Leather Pants Night special was back up at the bar and Eric was in an amazing, if super-petty, mood. Come on in, the drinks are overpriced but not watered down!

The Photo Hut - Thursday

[flamesburned]

It was Liz’s first day in charge of running her own shop.

Today’s shift mostly involved unpacking her equipment and general tidying since it looked like the store hadn’t been used in a good while but she was also taking the opportunity to run inventory and figure out if there anything she needed to order. She also had several boxes of stock that had been delivered recently to the store that had looked like they had been building up for a while and when she opened them realised they were holiday themed prints and decorations.

She supposed it was October and yes she knew her previous job had involved battling the forces of the supernatural and Halloween had played a big part in the festivities at the BPRD but these decorations seemed a little excessive.

[Photo Hut is open!]