the gym ; wednesday afternoon

[flickofthewrist]

So, it was 2014.

Flick wasn't sure if that was true of his New York since time seemed to be be different there but here, at least, he'd made it through the year without dying. He considered that an accomplishment. Of course, it was probably cheating since he hadn't been in New York permanently for awhile which made it easier to stay alive.

Unfortunately, he was going to have to go back soon. He couldn't stay away too long without Mandel getting passive aggressively angry and threatening to an example of Androids and Ghosts. Flick didn't want to care but he did. And with the new information still inside and still eating at him, he knew he needed to go back and get more details soon.

He just didn't want to. What he wanted to do was be a coward and stay here, doing absolutely nothing but stealing things, eating food that didn't belong to him and sleeping. It was a good life but it was fake.

Today, Flick was going to spend a few hours doing something that made him feel a little less fake. He was just going to beat the hell out of the heavy bag. He wanted his muscles to ache and scream at him and he wanted his knuckles to redden up and nearly bruise.

That would keep him grounded. Ish.

[It's an open place and post. Just taking advantage of my day off.]

3rd Floor Common Room; Wednesday Afternoon

[sciencesalarian.livejournal.com]

Mordin was celebrating the arrival of a new year on his temporary home by flicking through articles from back in his own time on his omni-tool. Krogan aggression, krogan threats, krogan growth. Growth should be impossible; the genophage should prevent any rise in population, but there it was. Plain as census data (not that Mordin fully trusted any census data from Tuchanka--they were not meticulous information-gatherers by any stretch of the imagination.) Salarians weighing in, turians weighing in, the council weighing in and begging the krogan to keep the peace and stop with ceaseless petitions for expansion.

Troubling. Very troubling. Every article was careful not to mention the Krogan Rebellions, but the implication hung heavy over all of them.

Mordin sat in the quiet of the common room and read about the disquiet of home with uneasiness growing in him.

[[Open!]]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday evening

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

Well, Jessica had her New Year's resolutions set - 1) Bring down Roxxon, the sooner the better, 2) Get Miles back into the game to help #1 get done sooner - and so she was getting to work on #2.

She didn't want to work at Stark's at this time, so she figured she could start work on a little present for Miles out here in the common room. If anyone asked, she would just tell them that she had an interest in making bracelets. Really big, funky bracelets. It would be believable enough for now. She wasn't going to put the triggers or spinnerettes on yet.

Just consider it a New Year's Day Night Craft Party on the fifth floor. She'd be willing to teach what she knew... up to a point.

[OOC: Okay, I have no plans, I'm not traveling anywhere, I have no emergencies, and I'm not too sick to do anything. So I CR!]