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[crimsonsharked]

"All things considered, It's a shame I never did get into dancing or acting like I wanted to at some point."

[wonderfultheatre]

"I don't mind being a bartender, but I wish that the bar fit a bit better in with the Hotel. Looks out of place." He lifted up an empty glass, spot-checking it. "Probably just me bein' nitpicky. the entire hotel needs a facelift."

[hells-sirenqueen]

"If you're going to participate in Chewsday, bite like you mean it."

[ashton-ryder]

//open. int. atrium laundry clotheslines - day. 4th may or later.

If he stayed in his apartment any longer, he might just go crazy. While the kindness of friends kept him company, Ash has essentially been isolated in singular locations for almost an entire month. But he didn't have it in him to disobey doctor's orders on his ankle. The worst case scenario if he didn't let it heal right was that he could never walk or run again, and that thought sickened him to a very dark point. If he became rendered useless, redundant, then what's the point? He combated the thoughts through minor work, chores, goals, anything that felt productive, or really, just to feel human again. Showers, cleaning his apartment, and today, doing laundry.

It was hard to dry anything in his own apartment and he'd been somewhat updated on the changes already implemented in the building while he was gone, including a clothesline. And when Ruth brought him a crutch that the scout team actually managed to procure, it seemed like as good a time as any to face the world past his door again. Crutch in one hand, basket of clean damp clothes in the other, Ashton sucked in a breath and headed down. He rather not be seen by others, not this weak and broken, but he was curious of the shifts in the atrium, and desperate to move, so he tried to stay unnoticeable, small, invisible. It takes him slowed, cautious movements to hang what he had, mumbling to himself or anyone else in the vicinity, "so much changed.. Will these even dry here?"

[sanguine-salvation]

Tail lashing, ears twitching— ugh, it feels so weird!— and sitting in an accidentally very ‘nya’ crouch on the fire escape.

They do in fact look like an angry cat. Ears flat.

[hope-zhang]

//open. int. atrium common area - day. 27th april.

While Hope has been to the Wexley, she hasn't really been to the Wexley. Mostly coming by to visit specific floors to Beau, to Val, and that's it. But it was still crazy to see what the building has been through. Firstly, what the fuck happened at the front entrance?? Maybe the less questions she asked, the better, Dante and Santi warned her to keep a low profile, and while she usually doesn't take anyone's orders, she trusted their judgement.

Good! She can instead focus on the beauty of a garden up top and the studio assigned to her had so much space she could make her own little indoor garden with that lovely full length window for sun. Her mind was already turning with excitement because for once.. they weren't on the go anymore, Beau was here, Val was here, Santi found his love, Dante found his daughter. Something in Hope felt like she could just.. pause for a moment. Well, other than the fucking tyranny they walked in on. Hope really doesn't do well with authority. And so they were right in requesting her to stay quiet. They didn't say anything about not exploring the building though.

In her time in quarantine she had started planning out the extra room in her place to start growing even more plants, excitedly yapping with Beau the first chance she got, drafting out plans for the stuff they could grow. "Oh- hi!" She spoke to the next person that came by while she was roaming around the common area, "do you know if there are any spare containers? Buckets, pails, pots, beer bottles, ..anything actually. My plants are gettin' some cabin fever."

[luxhavenlight]

{Open}

Tokyo, Japan

Kasumi was usually very good at her job at Happy Cat Café, able to serve food and drinks to customers with little to no issue.

Unfortunately, today was not one of those days. On top of the café being much busier than normal, effectively slowing down all the other staff, she found herself tripping in front of a customer while carrying the tray, spilling their order onto the black and white checkered floor.

Her eyes widened as she looked at the mess she'd unintentionally caused.

"Oh my gosh! I-I'm so sorry!"

She couldn't bring herself to look at their face as she scrambled to clean up the mess as quickly as possible.

[ofcrimsonenchantresses]

birthday open starter

Wanda stood in the dimly lit kitchen, bent over the small chocolate cake that she'd woken up early to make. It was an old family recipe, sokovian chocolate cake. She concentrated as she finally icing the final words in her native language, her tongue slightly stuck out as she finished the final 'a' in white icing.

Happy Birthday Pietro and Wanda

[protovoxxed]

Stares at you.

[wonderfultheatre]

"Alastor sleeps like a sickly victorian woman."

[seasonalsentinel]

OPEN TO; All LOCATION; Big House (garden)

There was no pretending it wasn't an honour above all others, to be chosen. The number of them felt like it was raising several red flags for whatever was to come, but for Galahad? It was mostly just coming to a revelation that he'd not really thought about up until he'd arrived at the house with a bag thrown over his shoulder and heard the litany of voices coming from within the walls.

...He was going to have to deal with so many more people on a regular basis than he usually did. It wasn't like he actively avoided people per se, it was more that he spent so much of his time working the fields, or repairs around the island, or just generally helping wherever his bulk could actually be put to use that he was pretty much always on the move and largely alo-

"So, think it's going to get louder or calm down with time?"

At least be polite. He'd made his way to the garden after dropping his things off, finding somewhere a little off to the side to just observe the house itself. He could do introductions once everybody had settled in... Or just. Pretend he was a groundskeeper? That could work.

[ashton-ryder]

// open. int. media room - night. 29th march.

Ashton had usually always found an excuse to miss movie night, whether being stuck in quarantine or getting back late from a run but now, he had no excuse nor will power to actually say no to the invite from Charlie and Ruth. Everyone seemed to be in higher spirits after a week or so's rest from everything that went down, they brought forward movie night as a nice welcome to the new comers, survivors and kids. He had no idea what movie was even playing and it seemed interesting but Ash was never a movie or tv person, and he hung at the back of the room by the bar counter while the rest that joined watched.

He only lasted long enough for people to not notice him slip into the smaller room at the back, taking his medication and half contemplated planning his escape back upstairs. Ash didn't noticed someone join him while he pulled out the scarce bottle of pills he was given to deal with the pain. "Not enjoying the movie? Thought they said it was uh.. a classic? Or something."

[sanguine-salvation]

"The poor little Gotham Piggies have had it too boring for too long."

"I left them a surprise~"

Is it a truly horrific murder scene painting an entire apartment in blood, or a resurrected thrift shop furby with broken eyes and a warped voice box in the airducts of the precinct? Who knows!

[nitronapalm]

"I don't have a short temper, I just have a quick reaction to bullshit."

[timexticksxby]

Location; Lake With; Open

Did it feel slightly disrespectful to be floating on the lake of lost souls on an inflatable ring? Maybe. Was it going to stop Calvin from enjoying it while it lasted? Absolutely not. He'd needed this, really. A proper chance to clear his head of the litany of subjects that just... added on to the stress. He tried to play it cool, or at least give the impression he was fine, and that was good enough in his eyes.

"Sup?" The greeting came easily from the son of Chronus, despite the fact his eyes had been closed as he just floated there on the surface. He'd been smart, sun creamed up, and was ready to just... Enjoy the drink in his hand and the sun on his skin.