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Unsurprisingly, Rey loved having the girls around. It was one of the rare weekends like this that wasn't weird or kind of traumatic. Instead, it was just nice. There would definutely be things to think about, and the timing was definitely awkward for when they were supposed to go to Beltane, but... nice.

Also Hanna could maybe be a little more forthcoming about some of the Jedi stuff in her universe but whatever.

And knowing that their time together was coming to an end, that felt like a good excuse to sugar them up on cookies before send them off. Sorry, AU future Reys and Adrians.

"How many chocolate chips should they have?" Rey asked, kind of knowing the answer.

[For them and all the SP.]

pocketpretzels

Several years on the island had given Watts a general idea of certain rhythms - which is why his and Steven's somewhat impulsive trip to Japan had concluded last night, in anticipation of certain little visitors this morning, or just attending their usual Saturday services at their synagogue if no such visitors showed.

Luckily for them, it ended up being Option A.

"All right," Watts said, once everyone- including Raphael, of course- was assembled in the kitchen. "We are now taking votes for what to have for breakfast."

okteiviakom

As soon as Octavia woke up, just a little too early for a Saturday morning, she knew the pollen was gone again. Nothing buzzed incessantly under her skin, and her partners looked only the usual amount of attractive to her. (Not that 'the usual' wasn't in itself a considerable amount, but, you know.) Everything seemed... calm.

Except for her ability to get back to sleep.

So Octavia got up, quietly. She got the coffee machine running in the galley, and then grabbed one of their yoga mats to take up on deck with her. But then she got up there, and found out she wasn't alone. Someone else was just crossing the gangplank. A teenager, dark hair, even darker clothes.

Octavia's heart skipped a beat. She stopped in her tracks.

"Ha yun, nomon," Rory said, with a crooked smile, a hint of teasing in it. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Maybe it felt like it, too. The long summer last year had been hard, and even though at the end of it, the Rory that had been around but convinced she was the daughter of the detective and a deadbeat Lucifer had reverted back into their Rory, the memories of her rejection of all of them (and not even recognizing Octavia and Duke) had weighed heavy on Octavia's mind. Still did. You couldn't always rationalize your way out of a wound like that.

But maybe you could overwrite some of it with a weekend.

Octavia shuddered, then launched herself at the girl, grabbing her in the tightest hug possible. Rory made the requisite gently affronted teenage noises about her being ridiculous, but still hugged her back just as tight.

It was, after all, nice to be loved. Even by the weird young versions of your parents.

[ooc: Open for the usual folks, brains and time and all that allowing.]

deathsmajesty

As was happening all across the island, Liliana was quite happily asleep in bed, still tangled up with Ignis and sleeping the sleep of the pleasantly exhausted. She had no plans to leave the bed until noon at the earliest, and Ignis would have to talk fast if he expected to be let up much before then, either.

And if anybody came trying to drag him out for an early morning run, she was going to blight first, ask questions never.

One could forgive her for not realizing what today would be. Last year, the island had been kind and hadn't sent them any surprises as they were recovering from their battle with Emrakul and Liliana had decided to take that as a sign that it had been a one-time fluke that the universe had hastily made sure would never happen again.

You know what she didn't need? A shouted, "RISE AND SHIIIIIIIIII~IIIIIIIIINE!" from the other side of the bedroom door. You know what she was gonna get?

Just guess.

[Open for kids, guests, and anybody else what wants to wander by!]

giveittoyoursister

Vi and Steph had been planning on going to the dance last night, but then they'd gotten dressed for the dance last night, and, well, it's not like they didn't have a tendency to get distracted even when they weren't completely and utterly doused in pollen.

So, no, they hadn't made it to the dance last night. They hadn't even made it to the front door.

They had, however, eventually made it to the bed, where Vi now snuggled in closer to Steph, eyes still firmly closed.

thatwaslucky

So, that had been a good week.

Rey could tell immediately upon waking up that the pollen was gone. That halfway buzzing feeling was gone, and she was relieved but also a little sorry about it, even if they didn't exactly need it.

And despite all the closeness this week, she snuggled a little closer to Adrian, because even if she was awake and actually a little hungry, she didn't want to be apart yet. Sure, there were things that she'd needed to do that had gone wholly ignored and she should get to them, but it wasn't like real life was going anywhere.

She'd also historically not had a reason to automatically remember what this weekend tended to be, but it should register in a bit.

[For the fam]

shapethecentury

By Friday, Bucky had unavoidably caught on to what the island was up to. Some previous iterations of this pollen thing had brought with them surreal, feverish dreams of redheads with their faces forever just slightly out of view, but this time --

Well, the redhead had gotten plenty specific.

As had the rest of the details of the dreams.

Guess it showed how much more human he felt, these days? More in tune with his body, with urges that had at one point seemed as lost to time as the rest of him. A faint silver lining.

But the pollen also meant that whatever plans he'd had for seeking Jesse out - not that he'd had many, as evidenced by how he hadn't beelined right to her when he'd returned from Wakanda earlier in the week - were now completely out of the question. She'd made him uncomfortable, the last time they'd talked, but that didn't mean he wanted to make her uncomfortable back. And the pollen, it just felt like it would do exactly that.

So he was just... here.

Hunkered down in the apartment. Out of what he would've called a need for distraction, he'd broken out the record player that a much, much younger version of him had made great use of a long, long time ago when he'd just been a candy store clerk and everything to come had been just a distant, unknowable future. He'd put a record on, and he was on the couch, sipping a glass of whisky that didn't do anything more than his regular beer would have, and yet he'd had the urge to reach for it tonight.

Maybe none of these urges were actually being fueled by a yearning for distraction. Bucky wasn't looking at them too closely, either way. He was humming faintly along to Moonlight Serenade.

And he was feeling like a fool.

[ooc: I have been mostly listening to Glenn Miller today, so this is what you get. Can be open.]

pocketpretzels

Watts and Steven had had a busy week so far - touring the Sapporo Beer Museum, and attending workshops such as making chopsticks and indigo dyeing.

And of course, sampling all different sorts of dishes. Including a wonderful dinner that the hotel chef had prepared for them tonight, after which they headed back to their room.

"That," Watts declared as he opened the door to their hotel room. "Was surely the best one yet."

[ooc: for the husband and nfb for distance!]

heroic_jawline

This was far from their first time with pollen, which was why JARVIS knew to keep certain items on order so that when Steve and Tony finally emerged from their room there was something to eat and drink.

"Want a power bar?" Steve asked, standing in front of the open cabinet in a pair of Stark branded shorts.

not_a_haint

Caleb did not enjoy feeling like this. Ever since Grace had left the Devil's Cradle and never written, like she'd promised to do, this kind of agitation just left him feeling lonely. His habit in the past year and a half, when it got too distracting to ignore, had been to go off into the woods and make believe he was a hermit or stranded on an island or something.

Yesterday's dalliance with a very straightforward vet tech had taken the edge off a bit but he still felt the need to go be solemn in a pretend wilderness.

So he'd made himself a little campsite and did his best to forget the world.

Current Mood: lonely

ifwebeworthy

Don had an evening in which he neither needed to A) be Thor or B) perform life-saving surgery, and he had some, uh, restlessness that he needed to channel into something, so he was catching up on hockey, based on his vague awareness that the playoffs had just started and an even vaguer hope that secondhand aggression would be a good substitute for, y'know. Apparently there were more teams now! And apparently the New York area teams had completely disgraced themselves this year. He was trying not to think about that too much. His disappointed face wasn't as good as Steve's; it wasn't going to singlehandedly whip the Islanders into shape.

After five minutes of awareness of their existence, he already hated the Utah Mammoth. "You can't rip off the Rangers! You're not the Rangers! You're--" Wait, were they one of the new ones? Oh, no, they were worse than two minutes old. "You're the reskinned corpse of the Phoenix Coyotes! Your mascot is a woolly mammoth and you couldn't come up with a logo cool enough for your jerseys, you just had to go with 'Utah'? C'mon!"

Later, he would spend several minutes trying to figure out why there was a 'B' on the Canes' jerseys.

(Open to them what live in the tower, if they so wish!)

hatesparadise

Well, it was that week again. And sometimes you just had to take advantage of it. Which was why he'd shoved Steve out to pick up enough groceries to get them through the week and maybe a good amount of Gatorade for hydration purposes.

This wasn't their first rodeo, thanks.

Look, when you're mid-aged, you sort of had to latch onto the fun things when they happened. Which was why Danny was doing some agitated reorganizing of the bedroom while he waited for Steve to return.

[for the partner! all that slow play]

okteiviakom

For weeks, for much longer than on any previous trip out to any of their islands, Octavia had been content. Happy to figure out her new, temporary normal, her new temporary habits and routines. Her favorite paths in the woods, her favorite patches of beach to bring a yoga mat to, the places she knew Duke and Lucifer gravitated towards.

But it always got to her in the end. (Still. For now.) That jittery little feeling, calling her back to her actual routines, her actual favorite places.

Calling her home.

She'd told the guys. Sooner rather than later, they'd be heading back to Fandom.

But tonight, they were still here, on their little Chilean island. The sun was setting, and Octavia was out on the beach not too far from the cabin. She was sitting cross-legged on the sand, a small bowl of chopped up fresh fruit on her lap, and her phone and one of those little portable speakers next to her.

Playing music into the darkening night as she watched the water.

I know I don't get there often enough, but God knows I surely try...

Like all the best things, the moment felt to Octavia like freedom to just breathe. A sense of calm. Belonging.

More or less.

[ooc: NFB because of distance, but open to thems that are here.]

suitably_heroic

The last couple of months had been busy - gigs, work, the first few songs for a next album, maybe, and so much more. Prep for their summer tour was beginning to heat up. Several attempts to schedule a trip to Bear Mountain to just relax hadn't worked out.

Life was just... busy.

And now it was Thursday night, and for once Jack didn't have anything to do.

His apartment didn't have the luxury of an 'outside'. There was no magical fire escape to hang out on, even when the evening felt warm on his skin and the skies were heavy with something pleasant and balmy. So-- he cheated. A little. He used the Force to propel himself to the top of his building, and now he was sitting there, drink in hand, watching the city.

It wasn't always this nice to be alone with his own thoughts. But that had changed over the years. He was--

Ugh, was this contentment?

He pulled out his phone, threw another glance at the skyline, and threw out a few texts to the ether. Better not linger on that feeling for too long - it might run away.

[[ open to texts and phone calls! ]]

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