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[ashryder]

//open. int. hell's gate bar - night.

It wasn't common, but it was quiet night for once, one that Ashton was thankful for, sometimes even this level of the building gets too loud for Ash's liking, much less the rest of the floors. But he's gotten used to the job here by now after a few years, easy to do without any trouble or fuss, something that's ultimately appreciated here and kept him around. If he can get through a shift without a scene happening and make sure to deescalate others from causing a scene, that's the real goal - other than keeping the liquids flowing and people happy.

Ash had been quietly cleaning the bar top when he felt a presence join him, blues flickering up to the person with a polite, quiet on-shift smile, "can I get you anything you need?"

[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?"

[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."

[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."

[devilhunterpatty]

"Knock, knock! Anyone home?"

[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.

[protovoxxed]

Prolonged eye contact.

[battle-subway-twins]

Is he dead? No, he's just dead asleep... At his desk... Drooling a little on his paperwork... He's fine.

[ashton-ryder]

//open. ext. central park - night. 1st may 2026.

By the evening after the sun had set, everyone had long given congratulations to the bride and groom and partied on into the night, fairy lights and lanterns and torches the few things lighting up the place into a warm comforting glow. Things now at a slower pace but just as joyful. Ashton hoped he'd be able to blend into the background, watching from afar and content to witness the happiness from here - parties always were a little too overwhelming for Ashton, no matter how many Ruth try to get him to go to.

Giving Maisie a little more time to go pass bedtime as a treat for today to go play with June and the kids, he quietly kept an eye on them picking at dandelions simply growing in the grass of the park, while he sat there with a glass of a mocktail. He did his best to keep his troubles with alcohol at bay especially in public, he was trying really hard at sobriety again, at least when people are around. "Need a minute to breathe?" He noticed someone join him in the quiet, darker corner of the party, greeting them with a soft genuine smile, "still not really a party person," a light sigh as he shrugged off the blue blazer to toss over his shoulder and loosened his tie, "and the stars are prettier away from the lights."

[hope-zhang]

//open. ext. central park - day. 1st may 2026.

Hope for once was made to dress up nicely in a sundress, exchanging out her usual wears of oversized shirts and farmwear that she's oh so carefully cultivated over the years. Basically whatever that was easy to wash. But it was a fancy occasion, as fancy as they could make it in these times, so Hope had to put in the effort to at least feel pretty again for once. She's been covered in soil and dirt for too much, even more so than when she worked at the Botanic Garden, that was manicured compared to this.

And of course, the first thing that catches her eye after the entire shebang of the important part of a wedding, the next most important part of the wedding is the food! Even more so when she's had a hand in growing the food herself. Hope glowed over the prepared food, grinning proudly as a person joined her in admiring the meal, "ooooh doesn't it look so delicious? I'm so happy with the way the fruits and veggies turn out, it was a temperamental batch to be honest."

[wonderfultheatre]

"Alastor sleeps like a sickly victorian woman."

[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.

[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!