Why don't I just do a little dance?

The House in Limbo City, Late Wednesday Afternoon

Wed, 12 Jun 2019 15:27:45 GMT

Anders was cooking dinner for Kathy.

That wasn't exactly an unknown even, but it was still rare enough that he kept double-checking the recipe for tofu tacos as he sliced and seasoned. There was already dish of black beans and a basket of chips and salsa on the table, and plenty of cold beer in the fridge for them both.

He poked at the tofu in the pan one more time, satisfied to see a dark sear forming on the underside, and called up to his girlfriend.

"Dinner looks like it's almost ready!"

[OOC: For the girl, please!]

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Nightclub District, Limbo City, Tuesday Evening

Tue, 11 Jun 2019 13:42:00 GMT

Anders wasn't always much of a dancer, but something about the stickiness of summer had him wanting to lose himself among strangers and move to the kind of music he could feel through his whole body. He dressed in a sleeveless shirt and dark fitted jeans after work, hair loose around his face, and collected Dante for a minor adventure.

"Where should we start?" he asked his companion. "I might be able to get on the guest list at the place across the street. The manager had this rash..."

[OOC: For the boy, please!]

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Maryland Science Center, Baltimore, Wednesday Afternoon

Wed, 07 Nov 2018 19:14:32 GMT

Anders knew dinosaurs and dragons were not the same thing.

For one thing, they were from completely different worlds. And for another, dinosaurs were actually extinct, not just biding their time high in the mountains. And Anders had never seen whole real dragon bones ... but there was a whole dinosaur skeleton rising up toward the ceiling here in the science museum, each tooth in its massive jaw bigger than his hand.

He gaped at it as he groped for Kathy's hand. There were plenty of non-dinosaur things to see in the museum, but it was going to take him a while to tear himself away from this one.

[OOC: For she who is there!]

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Chez Dante & Anders, Limbo City, Monday Morning

Mon, 29 Oct 2018 16:14:57 GMT

After two weeks of luxury, coming home felt strange. On the one hand, having to pick his own socks off the floor and pour his own cereal into the bowl felt even more burdensome than usual.

On the other ... it was nice not to have to worry about getting hauled into whimsical alien jail if the person he had been mistaken for showed up. That made up for a lot of annoying daily chores.

He'd done some laundry that morning, with only a few giant sighs along the way, and lugged the basket into the living room to fold while he watched some soothing TV. The first channel he turned on was showing a special about imaginary animals, which was enough to have him sighing at the screen even more loudly.

"Why is everything mythical here?" he asked thin air. "It's probably for the good of everyone they don't have to worry about dragons, but they should at least have a few phoenix or deepstalkers somewhere."

[OOC: Open for calls, the housemate, etc.]

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The Park, Friday Evening

Fri, 14 Sep 2018 22:01:44 GMT

Anders was a wreck by the time he made it to the park. Kathy was gone, again, and all that was left was a strange black mark burned into the ground.

He blinked at the mark through tears he wasn't letting himself shed. (They'd get Kathy back. They had to. Nothing to cry about at all.) He was sure he'd seen something like it in collections of runes, but as to what it meant...

"It looks a bit like a bird," he observed. "See, there's its beak."

( Doing a little detective work... )

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33 Apocalypse Ave., Friday Evening

Fri, 31 Aug 2018 19:44:33 GMT

Anders was doing his best to be stealthy as he crept down the sidewalk toward the house. He was almost disappointed that nothing had changed in the last few days -- somehow he wanted the island to look different, now that he didn't live here.

Of course, he thought, he might notice more changes if he stayed away for more than a few days at a time.

He paused at the edge of the yard and eyed the house. "I don't see any lights on," he whispered to Dante. "Do you think she's home?"

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33 Apocalypse Ave, Saturday Morning

Sat, 10 Feb 2018 03:06:53 GMT

It wasn’t often that Anders was the first out of bed on a weekend, but he’d somehow managed it today. He slipped out of bed without disturbing Dante or Kathy and went for a rambling walk across the icy island, keeping an eye peeled for anything that might work in potions.

He didn’t find any plants worth gathering — he supposed that was too much to expect for February, anyhow — but he did find still-warm croissants at Jeff, GoB’s, and he reckoned that was almost as good. He put the pastries into a basket and started the coffee, enjoying the moment of peace.

[OOC: Open to the housemates. Up early for SP.]

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33 Apocalypse Ave, Late Sunday Afternoon

Sun, 24 Dec 2017 17:00:34 GMT

Anders' cooking skills mostly stalled out at grilled cheese and cans of soup, but the holiday season and its influx of guests had him wanting to try something new. (He was going to blame it on Kathy's influence.) He stopped by Turtle & Canary for supplies and then set up a baking station in the kitchen.

First on the list of things to try: cornflake Christmas wreaths. They seemed easy right up to the part where he started trying to shape the melted marshmallows and cereal into wreaths and found out exactly how fast a mage could get marshmallow all over every surface in the kitchen.

[OOC: Open to those there.]

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33 Apocalypse Ave, Tuesday Afternoon

Tue, 31 Oct 2017 20:04:09 GMT

For Anders the little demon, Halloween was a day full of his usual mischief. Sprinkling a little itching powder in some underwear drawers, sneaking into a few houses to turn the thermostat three degrees too hot, and -- just to cap off the day -- blowing on some mainland traffic lights to turn them red at inconvenient times.

He was still chuckling over the last one as he let himself into the house and sat down on the couch, tail extended along the cushions. He needed to take a TV break before it was time for trick-or-treating and some real fun.

[OOC: Open post.]

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33 Apocalypse, Sunday Morning

Sun, 27 Aug 2017 14:25:06 GMT

Anders had lingered in the dorms as long as he thought he could get away with it, but by the morning after the picnic he knew his presence was stale. He'd signed a lease for an older house in town a few days before: All that was left was actually moving his stuff in.

He wiped sweat off his face as he lugged a box of books into the room he'd claimed as his own, wishing all the time that he had the kind of magic that came with telekinesis. Brains didn't strain as fast as muscles did.

[OOC: Open to the housemate types. Dante thread gets NSFW]

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Explorean Cozumel, Cozumel, Mexico

Mon, 31 Jul 2017 14:10:22 GMT

It had been a bright, clear morning when Anders and Kathy got into the portal in Fandom, and it remained bright and clear when they stumbled out of the Portalocity terminal attached to the Explorean resort.

But Mexico was hotter -- much hotter -- and the water was a clear aqua, instead of the muddy gray of Fandom's bay. Anders sighed in pleasure as he reached for Kathy's hand.

"I can already tell this is going to be a very relaxing two weeks."

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Grand Canyon, Arizona, Monday Evening

Tue, 09 May 2017 03:19:12 GMT

The trip from New Orleans had been long and dull, and Anders had wondered more than once whether driving all the way across the country had been a stupid idea. Somehow looking at the map hadn't made it clear how much of it there was, or how many miles were just interstates and strip malls. (Ferelden didn't have either, but even for Anders that didn't make them particularly novel to look at after the first few dozen.)

The only interesting thing that happened along the way was when Dante let him drive early one morning ... and promptly revoked the privilege when Anders showed more than the usual degree of uncertainty as to which was his lane and almost got sideswiped by a station wagon.

But everything was worth it when they made it to the southwest. Anders couldn't stop staring out the window at the mountains -- they were easily the biggest thing he'd ever seen, and the most beautiful. Though the latter descriptor was swiftly overwritten when they made it to the Grand Canyon. All he wanted to do was stand at the edge staring at the multicolored rocks for days and days.

He reached to grab Dante's hand, grateful someone else was seeing it too.

[OOC: NFB, NFI. Establishy.]

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