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[cottoncandypink]

Wilford didn’t get much sleep in the cells, but he wasn’t exactly surprised by this. Baby had at least provided him with a charger for his phone, so he was able to spend most of the week messing around with his games and puzzles. But once he was let out, he went straight home, swallowed about four Ambien, and went to bed.

Unfortunately, one thing Wilford hadn't anticipated when he moved to Los Santos was the sheer amount of noise. Even in Mirror Park, which he had been assured was a higher-class, lower-crime area, it seems like a weekly occurrence (even when he’s not repeating the same week over and over again) that some moron with a rocket launcher starts taking cheap shots at helicopters, erupting in a street war at two in the morning.

And there's nothing quite like being woken up from a rare dead sleep by a string of explosions and gunfire right outside one's front door. It'll get your heart going no matter how tired and medicated you are.

Which is why a very bedraggled Wilford shuffles through the door, in dark pyjama pants and a green t-shirt. His hair's a bigger mess than usual, and even his moustache is ungroomed, but he doesn't seem to care. He's riding that line between ready to fall asleep on his feet, and being too amped up to even close his eyes. He takes an empty seat near the fireplace, knowing full well he won't be able to go back to sleep, but grateful for the relative quiet.

Because at least nobody's firing off rocket launchers and rail guns right now, right?

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[thewidewideworld]

OOM: In the failing light of the Isaurian dynasty. Sinric leaves India to travel west, towards the city of his childhood. Braving the past and his own losses, he visits the tomb of his beloved Constantine.

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[rhymes_with_boss]

Alex Vause is getting a bit reckless and drinking champagne -- not a very expensive one, but nice and dry and bubbly nevertheless.

She's still in the prison khakis she came in with, though, having no idea how the inevitable return through the door would play out.

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[balancingminds]

Charles is trying to relax but the list of possible mutants to find and all the changes that the house will need. It helps that he's known and won't get too many questions that he can't smooth away from the local workers.

Entering the Bar in his chair instead of his study is unexpected but his navigating is more confident as he heads to the fireplace. When a rat comes by he orders some Scotch as he pulls out his worn copy of The Once and Future King from beside his thigh. The myriad of thoughts around him is comforting and a nice change from home.

(OOC: Charles is listening passively to thoughts around him, please provide them in narration or a reason why he couldn't hear them. Thank you.)

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[fry_sandhu]

[oom: No more secrets. Fry and Tommy sort things out, Pixie opens up about the social disaster from her old school.]