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Kurt was a nervous bundle of energy that morning and extremely thankful the weather was cooperating. It was Saturday. And not just any Saturday. This was the day Libby was going to meet him at the lighthouse for their picnic lunch!

Thankfully being able to teleport around made it much easier to get everything out to the lighthouse and set up without it taking most of the morning to do so. And as he put the finishing touches on the picnic spot, Kurt had to smile and couldn't help but feeling a little proud of what he had pulled off- all on his own!

The view was perfect, at least he thought so. The blanket was laid out and everything set in the grassy area where the wildflowers were blooming. It was close enough to the lighthouse that they could see it easily and far enough that they didn't have to worry about getting wet if they stayed out there till high tide came in. The walk to go explore the lighthouse wouldn't be too bad either. Kurt felt like he had picked the perfect spot!

And then there was the food.

There was Iced Watermelon and Mint and Homemade Lemonade to drink. He had made Egg Salad Sandwiches and Tomato Couscous Salad for them to eat. And there were homemade Oatmeal Raisin Cookies and Peanut Butter Cookies for dessert!

Kurt had to keep reminding himself that not everyone was a bottomless pit like himself when it came to food. But he still wanted to make sure there was enough. Especially since he was worried that if Libby didn't like what he had made he wanted to make sure there was a second option she would hopefully like.

So with a cooler set up, rather than a traditional picnic basket (sorry to disappoint there Libby) Kurt smoothed a wrinkle out the blanket and made sure he had everything he needed- cups, plates, silverware, napkins ..... he was pretty sure he had all his bases covered.

He tried to keep from fiddling with things and convince himself everything was perfect and to stop checking his phone. And as he did he sent off a quick text to Logan, despite his better judgment, with a photo of the picnic spread and the view of the lighthouse and ocean. And then all there was left to do was wait for Libby to show up.

(For the one going on the "totally not a date" date with him)

drumsticksandd20s

A chance hookup at a last-minute gig she'd picked up on the mainland the other night meant that Steph had managed to get through the week without completely losing it for some reasons, but there was still the matter of wrangling her fellow LARP organizers to guarantee that she was never, in fact, going to be safe from running the risk of losing it for other reasons.

Luckily she was done with having to do that for the day, but she was still frustrated enough -- because she hadn't had enough frustration in her week -- that the store was closed for the afternoon so she could take a damn break.

Which she was doing: just sitting on a bench, looking out over the water and mentally composing a tune to the rhythm of the waves. Just a nice calm break that shouldn't be interrupted by anyone, right?

[OOC: So there's this one version of a scene at the end of Life is Strange: Before the Storm where if you meet all the right conditions... anyway, also open if you want to inflict other people's kids on her and don't mind working around me disappearing for a couple of hours!]

furrybluefreak

With warmer weather finally on the way, Kurt decided it was too nice of a weekend to stay cooped up in the dorms all day. And so after a quick breakfast, and with camera ready in hand, he headed off for the lighthouse. He had been meaning to go there and get some pictures, but hadn't been up to braving the winter snow and ice.

And while it still might be too cold for him to hit the water, Kurt was definitely excited to check out the lighthouse finally. Maybe he could even get up tot he top! Those would be some amazing photos to be sure!

(open post is open!)

dauntlessdragoon

No, Freya wasn't one of the chosen Style Gurus for this week's assembly, but she did have quite a few idea and the ability to make it up on top of things that most other people couldn't reach easily. And the lighthouse was one of her favorite places to leap around the island, so it just stood to reason that she would take it upon herself to clean and decorate it, especially since she could get to the top of it with one single smooth bound.

So, yes, we all had Fandom's resident Burmecian dragon knight to thank for the fact that there was now a big giant silver and red bow on the top of the lighthouse.

Freya had placed it easily, and then hopped down and a good few feet away so she could look up at it, hand to her chin as she decided how it looked and whether or not it was on nice and centered.

[[ open! Look, i am very easily influenced. If someone tells me Freya should put a bow on the lighthouse, Freya is putting a bow on the lighthouse, dammit ]]

outofherdepths

Yesterday, Larceny had woken up wanting to die. Her head had hurt, her stomach had hurt - even her hair had hurt. She hadn't even wanted to eat, she'd been so miserable. She'd spent some time in the sad room - without the water, thank you - being sad and throwing up. Now she knew what 'hugging the toilet' meant and she couldn't even be happy about learning something because it was NOT A HAPPY THING.

There was only one way to handle feeling like this.

Late last night when Duke and Octavia weren't around, she had slipped over the edge of the Rouge and into the icy waters of the Bay. It wasn't comfortable, but her head felt immediately better. All of her felt immediately better. Here, she wasn't stupid for not knowing words or being confused by the weird things people did. Here, she was fully in her element. The fish showed proper respect, fleeing at her approach. A dolphin wanted to play and laughed when she tossed an empty turtle shell for him to fetch. A piece of kelp tied her hair back while she inspected a bloom of algae to make sure it was healthy.

See? She knew plenty of things! They just weren't Googles and wolves and how to read a piece of paper or use a fork or why red drinks were bad for you.

She'd slept below the waves, curled up in a bed of eelgrass, and woke up this afternoon feeling much refreshed. And after slowly making her way back to the island (motivated mostly by hunger, after a truly unsatisfactory meal of blue crabs), she pulled herself up onto the shore by the lighthouse, waiting to dry off enough to be able to form her legs again.

Oh. She probably should have found a way to bring clothing with her. Oops.

[Open for anyone who wants to spot a very human-looking Larceny! Squirrels, it's okay to mention seeing Larceny come out of the water, but please no mention of the 'mermaid' part.]

built_fjord_tough

Amaya hadn't come back to the forge yesterday during Fjord's shift. Which... hadn't really surprised him. She'd acted a little bit off, and he had learned the reason why this morning when he'd listened to the radio broadcast.

Amaya had been taken. Amaya was a 'bad toy.'

Amaya. And here he was, in his proper damn mind, skulking about and pretending to be a good toy still, speaking in that damn accent of his and keeping his head down and smiling for anybody who passed him by, and it was enough to cause a nasty twist of something in his little resin chest. He needed to...

Needed to...

He had no damn clue. Go for a walk. Clear his head. Find some familiar ground. And so it was past the port today and up to the lighthouse where, if nothing else, he'd be able to look out over water that seemed to go on forever and step out of his damn head to be back out on the sea. The stairs up were... an adventure, really, given the base under his feet, but it was all the more reason to take a seat next to the light at the top and catch his breath. Settle in for a few minutes. Familiarize himself with the inside of the place, because if nothing else, at least this would be somewhere good to lay low while things were going to hell out there. Figure out if there was anything he could do to help turn the tide.

His brow creased slightly and he frowned as he sat. Wedged under a small ledge under the light, there was a... a something. A nesting doll? He reached for it, turned it over in his hands. Hollow, there was room in it for more, but the painting on it was of a familiar port, the Port of Fandom, a beautiful illustration of the shoreline and water there.

"Now," he murmured, considering it for a moment longer, "what are you all about?"

It seemed important.

It seemed as though, perhaps, he had something to contribute to this rebellion after all.

[OOC: Establishy! Unless you've got a burning need to poke the green boy!]

biotic_psychotic

Jack was exploring. She'd sauntered around the town itself to familiarize herself with the shops and services and parks but there was only so much of the adorably European architecture that she could handle without turning into a walking vomit bomb. Heading to the fringes seemed to be a good plan. Get some space, look at the water, give her head a chance to clear. Time to think and some nice empty scenery in which to think.

The lighthouse was also an iconic testament standing on the shore. Pursing her lips, she regarded it and then shrugged. "Yeah, ok. I won't be able to see it from the top anyway."

Was access to the stairs locked? Did she care? They hadn't made the lock she couldn't crack. Sometimes even without damaging the door. Jack headed up the stairs to the lantern room. There was a catwalk outside but the wind at the shore level had been cold so she imagined it'd be plain nasty at this height. Staying inside seemed a better idea. The windowsills were made to be sat on anyway. Whether that was the purpose of the design held no interest for her. They were big enough to fit her butt and even let her turn sideways so she could rest her back against the side and bring a knee up to loop her arms over.

Jack glanced down at herself and imagined the picture she was presenting. 'Scary Bitch Gazes Out A Window In A Moment Of Reflective Contemplation'. The very idea of it made her snort an indelicate laugh.

Yeah, right. It was a nice view though. She really could get used to the view. The sky was calm and overcast but the water was choppy. Dark waves broken into whitecaps on the rocks. The splashing, rushing noise a muted metronome to break the silence. It suited her.

[Open]

erasesdebts.livejournal.com

The rift happened as so many rifts had happened over the past week. It began with a strange twinge in the air, a fluttering of disparate fumes. Then the sky split, revealing nothing but long stretches of ocean that seemed to elongate the existing horizon.

A man hit the floor below with an audible groan. He had caught himself on his hand, keeping himself from actual physical harm, but it still hurt. He lifted said hand and inspected it - all four fingers and the stub of his pinky finger - then rubbed it on his pants.

"Damn it," he muttered. "Not this place again."

He took a deep breath.

"Anna?" he yelled. "Anna! Can you hear me--"

No.

"Damn it," he cursed anew, tossing a cursory glance up the tall body of the lighthouse before stepping forth onto the island proper.

[[ post is open, but NFB. ]]

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