The Roof, Saturday Evening

[flickofthewrist]

Yeah, Flick wasn't sure what the hell was going on with the island but he seemed to have come out of it relatively unscathed. The roof seemed like one of the safer public places to go to since he'd started feeling a little restless in his room. There were many, many reasons for that but he was trying not think of them. HIs issues had issues which had fifty issues of their own and Flick really just need a vacation from his life.

His father wasn't answering his calls still and Flick was growing closer to just leaving even if it meant he'd end up dead as soon as he set foot back in New York. Safety was a pretty cool concept but he hated feeling selfish.

It wasn't a hot night and with the sun going on and a breeze flitting through, Flick was pretty fine with staying up on the roof for awhile. He hopped up on the edge and sat down, feet dangling over the edge. He wasn't going to jump, don't worry. Besides, with his luck, he'd survive the fall. He was pretty durable.

Maybe this was the night Jude would show up.

[Open. Flick is unaffected for this particular BDE]

Fifth floor common room [afternoon]

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

After a very peculiar conversation with a hyperactive chubby woman on her way back from the bakery, Rilla now found herself in 1940s garb with her illegitimate son Jims in the common room, looking through a newspaper that had conveniently appeared in order to apply for jobs in a munition factory.

Everyone had to pitch in to defeat the Nazis!

[OOC: so open.]