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[princenopants]

Who: Siegfried, Maya and Arthur
What: Siegfried decides to take a risk. A really stupid risk.
When: 7/22
Where: Elledell college campus


( This happens far too often )

Wage slave

[not_good_not_wicked]

Who: Marisa and all you unhealthy eaters out there
What: Summer job!
Where: McDonalds
When: All summer
Warnings: Perpetuating obesity in America

Marisa liked having money. Who didn't? Unfortunately, unemployed high school student didn't net you a lot of dough. And so, Marisa found herself standing behind a counter in front of a cashier with a red shirt and hat. She greeted the next customer with a cheery, if tired, "Welcome to McDonalds, can I interest you in one of our combo meals?"

Ah the things we do for capitalism.

However. There's something subtly different about her that is difficult to place. An extra sense of presence that you can't define. Unless you somehow have the ability to sense magic. Then you can sense that Marisa has developed an impressive amount of magical potential that is just begging to ground itself in something. She seems totally unaware of this development.

did somebody order WEIRD FIRE BUGS?

[happybirthdaytoyou]

Who: Eugene, Mort, and Shiro
What: Dinner gets rudely interrupted by firebugs
Where: THE YOKUGAWA APARTMENT YOU SAW NOTHING
When: Backdated to late last week
Warnings: Fire. Lots of fire. Mort getting a disturbing echo.

Eugene Yokugawa was in a good mood tonight, which was absolutely not unusual at all. Eugene had luckily been blessed with more than his fair share of good humor and even the uneasiness he'd felt of late whenever a girl in elegant gothic lolita had come to his bakery (any of which could be the Network's Lolita) could not bring him down more than momentarily.

He was in an especially good mood tonight because he'd invited his current baker's apprentice as opposed to his former apprentice who'd left MAGNIFICENT BAKERY to start his own patisserie in Schenectady Shiro to his apartment in order to share a family (and apprentice) supper with him, Mort, and Rhonda. He'd even baked a special cake in honor of the occasion.

Mort's ridiculous turkey burgers couldn't get him down tonight. Even arguing about the motivations of that odd young mad with the hawk candroid couldn't wreck his mood.

It would take something much, much worse.

17th Howl [Action | Closed | Backdated to July 22]

[professorwolf]

Lyall stood at the door to his second bedroom, a little after sundown. The windows and doors had been replaced with much sturdier specimens, the former being double-paned and supposedly impossible to break without a bullet, and the latter now had a deadbolt lock in addition to the regular lock and was made of solid oak. Very solid. It was actually heavy, and rubbed against the carpet when it opened. The room beyond it had been stripped of most of its furniture, and all of its valuables-- mostly books, and a few boxes of old keepsakes. It looked dreary. It looked like a cell.

"I suppose I'd best get in there," he said, a little nervously, to his "guardians" for the night. Part of him felt like there had to be a name for such a thing, it felt "right" for them to be there... but he really couldn't have said why or what the name would be.

Truth be told, he was nervous. Last time had not only hurt quite a lot, he'd felt an alarming loss of self. It had taken him by surprise, so there was nothing to dread. Tonight... well. He was dreading it, for sure.