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St. Patrick's Day had come and gone, and being an Englishwoman of a certain vintage Lydia didn't understand all the hullabaloo at all, but she was hardly one to not embrace a theme! So today the Supper Club would be meeting at The James Joyce, while Lydia wondered who James and Joyce were.

Welcome to Supper Club, everyone!

betterthanaplan

Duke had promised Lucifer he'd build them a cabana on the beach. Duke had renovated the Cape Rouge on his own, and had no doubts of his ability to build something that didn't even have to float.

Duke was learning that boat interiors and land exteriors did not actually share all that much in common.

Currently, he was looking concerned at the pile of lumber he'd ordered. He had tools and hardware, he had wood, he just didn't have any idea how to put them together just yet.

"C'mon, YouTube," he said, staring at his phone. "Help me out here."

[for the two who are here with him, if they wanna]

not_a_haint

The Devil's Cradle tended to get a lot of secondhand books and magazines, and a certain regular contributor to Uncanny and the like had been the subject of some discussion among those who enjoyed that genre.

So Caleb had an inkling of how problematic the man was, but Arden's radio broadcast had him morbidly curious.

He did a quick search on his phone.

"Oh for-"

Swearing wasn't exactly encouraged in his upbringing but this came dang close to getting an f-bomb out of him.

weirderthanthou

Someone had been doing some routine check-up in the records department - it was in the basement, it qualified as a department - and someone had found out that someone else may not have shared some crucial information about dates.

Specifically, his birthday.

If only I'd checked a week earlier, I could've made it in time.

Still. The best time to do this might have been last week, but the second-best time was now. And so Jesse showed up on Bucky's doorstep with a gift-wrapped package under a shoulder and a strawberry plant in a little pot with artificial light in her other hand.

She knocked.

[[ for that guy ]]

imafuturist

So, the fifth wedding anniversary gift was wood. And Tony was Tony, so that was a bit of a struggle for him. That was, until he got an idea. Yes, the sort of idea that would have Pepper popping some antacids, but still.

They had the chalet and that was all well and good, but this was a special occasion!

So, he bought a castle.

For Steve. Without warning him ahead of time as he swept Steve off island to celebrate their big day with promises of a surprise.

"They did mention that we could dig a moat if we really wanted the castle vibes."

Sorry, Steve.

[for the husband]

not_a_haint

It was chilly again but Caleb needed some outdoor brooding time. He thought about going to the woods for this but his feet took him out to the edge of the water. He stood there for a bit looking out at the bay, then he let his vision shift, taking in the magic in his periphery, but mostly the presence of the life, and the death teeming out beneath the water's surface.

He had a decision to make and he was afraid that Fandom might make it for him.

( content warning: child death, child endangerment, violence, trauma repression )

[Open, but he's got dem spooky senses turned on]

okteiviakom

Walks remained an important part of Octavia's daily private island routine. But this morning it was a little... different.

Because Lucifer was with her. And he was not a woods person, so that made the moment a little more special. (Also meant there was unlikely to be any tree hugging. And that Octavia was more likely to keep to the actual paths.)

"You good so far?" she asked, once they'd made it out far enough that the woods had fully enveloped them.

[ooc: NFB due to distance, and for the other guy, this time.]

pocketpretzels

Steven and Marc's birthday was tomorrow, which meant that today, Watts had spent the afternoon in the kitchen making a pie.

That pie now sat on the kitchen island, along with two plates, forks, and a serving knife. And of course, a recently-opened bottle of bourbon and two glasses. Watts sat in one of the chairs, checking on his mobile telephone to make sure all of his plans for Steven tomorrow were in place.

Tonight, though? Tonight wasn't for Steven.

[ooc: for the one who lives here who isn't Steven, and NFB.]

grenadesandohana

"C'mon, let's get a burger," Steve wheedled as he and Danny walked through the enormous pool complex at the Hilton.

Steve never wanted to get a burger at the Hilton. He was on a mission looking for a particular lifeguard.

thatwaslucky

Rey had taken Juliet and Christopher home this weekend. It gave Anakin a break, and it gave her some opportunity to show them the galaxy, specifically Jedi-related parts of the galaxy. And to teach them some things. She felt like she didn't suck at teaching as much these days? Or maybe she just really didn't want to screw up her Master's kids and was trying harder.

She reached out to let Anakin know when they were back and headed to his house (as if he couldn't tell through the Force) and walked the kids up to the front door.

[For the owner of the house and children.]

not_a_haint

It was far too not-cold a day to spend it indoors so Caleb decided it was high time he investigated the woods behind the school. Now he knew that unfamiliar forested areas could play tricks, both mundane and not, so he was doing so carefully. And with all his senses on high alert.

The death and rebirth of the Green no longer disturbed him when he looked at the world this way. He noted it, acknowledged it, even appreciated it, then it became a kind of white noise to be tuned out. He listened to the birds and scampering of critters and sensed nothing out of the ordinary.

Well maybe that racoon looked a little sketchy.

But nothing struck him as worrisome just yet, and he was confident that if anything shifted or changed to try to make him lost for instance, he would be able to catch it in time.

He turned to look at the school. It shone like a beacon to him and gave him another thing to help keep him oriented. Someday he'd need to try to get his senses used to the rest of the town so it wouldn't overwhelm him like on the first day. But for now this would do.

Then he was off on a short hike.

[Open if anyone is also getting a little stir crazy, but be aware that Caleb still has his "Other" sight on so he may get a glimpse of your magical nature or whatever, possibly even a death prophecy if you're interested, though he won't say anything.]

Current Music: Concerning Hobbits- Howard Shore

my_own_advocate

It was a balmy 20 degrees celsius out here in the tail end of the Chilean summer, and Lucifer, for his part, was making the best of it. He had dragged a nice lounge chair out to the beach as soon as the temperatures started to pick up, as well as a large bottle of wine.

And now he was there, on the beach, absolutely starkers, sipping his wine. The anxieties of the past month forgotten.

Watching the surf, his portable radio spitting Sinatra.

Heaven had nothing on it.

[[ open for them who are there ]]

okteiviakom

It had been about a week. Some communication mishaps aside, life on their quiet, private Chilean had settled into its own kind of equally quiet, calm routine.

For Octavia, a healthy portion of her part of the routine was made up of long walks roaming around in the woods. Trying to catch sight of the local wildlife, finding out which plants grew where, exploring.

And on this particular afternoon, she'd once more taken Duke with her. They'd been walking for a while, the cabin already out of view somewhere back in the direction they'd come from. Octavia was looking up towards the treetops as she moved, taking the very real risk of tripping over something in the undergrowth right along with the vague sense of awe that tended to come over her whenever she was in a place like this.

"How long do you think some of these trees have stood here?"

[ooc: NFB because of distance. For the sailor and massive SP because that's the kind of week this is.]

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