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[lordoftheouterworld-blog]

Hades hardly liked getting his hands blemished in other people’s dirty business. He had lots of other cronies to do that for him. But every so often, when he saw an opportunity arise, he would slip his way in and see if he couldn’t jiggle a little benefit his way.

This was one of those times. Some sort of argument had broken out, a misunderstanding, or perhaps intentional--either way there was yelling and it looked like it might be on the verge of violence. That is, until he stepped in, and wrapped two metallic hands around two of the perpetrators shoulders.

“People, people, please! What seems to be the problem here?”

[oh-porcupines]

“Have you heard the news? I can’t even begin to express how excited I am! What do you think the planet is going to be like? There must be some sort of Alien lifeforms if it’s safe enough for us to live there.” Benji asked the person next to him. The article was everywhere but it was just starting to pop up on the large billboards around the square.

[theadmiralbuzzlight-blog]

It wasn’t quite a “crash” in most senses of the word. Buzz had been working and training and training and working nonstop since the meteorite incident. It was on his watch after all and resulted in one of the station’s biggest catastrophes. He hadn’t even been in his own bed since it happened, but Buzz figured that he ought to go home for a bit and check on his family again. However, when he took a seat, Buzz just didn’t get up. He was lost in thought or non-thought, staring straight ahead.

Buzz vaguely heard a voice but paid it no mind until it spoke up again and he snapped his head up, alert once more. “Sorry, what was that?”

[ahatterofwonderland-blog]

Ward had been laying in bed for most of the day debating what was the difference between the color purple and what color was made when you mixed blue and red. While many would assume that is a given. Could you blame someone as mad as him for wondering such a thing? After doing that he made his way downstairs. It was a convenience having your apartment above your place of business which in Ward’s case was his Hat Shop.

All the hats were of his design, some were a little more extravagant than others. But all were ideas that came from his mind and that he had made. He wore his signature hat that had a card sticking out which read 10/6. After just beginning on another hat, he heard the bell of the door opening.

“Well Hello there. I can tell you’re looking at this one and no I am not quite finished yet. Come back in about......right now.” He said as he turned around with a smile.

[bunny-with-a-badge-blog]

July 9th: Today was Judy’s birthday. Her Sergeant gave her the day off, so instead of focusing all of her energy and attention at work, she had to go out and be a normal human. A normal human that had friends to socialize with. Judy checked her phone contacts to see who she could ring up, and... There wasn’t a soul. Her contact list was full of acquaintances and a gym buddy. 

She couldn’t be doing this forever. Eventually, she needed to go out and make a friend. At least one that she could go out to lunch with. With a sigh, she put away her workout clothes and got all dolled up. If she looked confident maybe she could fool people into thinking she was. Her first stop was a nice Bar/Bistro. People were standing around talking to each other... and Judy took a chance on someone who was by themselves. How did one start a conversation? Judy looked at an item on the table in front of them and just went for it. “So, Hummus. Thoughts?”

[chernabogofbaldmountain-blog]

Heinrich knew what day it was and lets just say, he did not look forward to it by any means. He didn’t care to leave the warmth of his house, let alone the First Ring. But every now and again they would send a Council Member to oversee the aid going on in the Second and Outer Rings. Unfortunately for him, it was his turn. After his daily routine of working out, eating breakfast, and putting on whatever suit he felt like wearing that day he made his way outside where his car picked him up.

Upon arrival at one of the aid relief tents he asked the typical questions assessing the situations when a small boy approached him in which he held a conversation with for a brief moment. He than could feel the presence of someone behind him. “Are you going to continue to stand there or speak? Or are you just mute?”

[cynthiatremaine-blog]

Dodging in and out of the crowd, Cynthia’s fast pace had her across the street in seconds. For whatever reason, this morning her brain had decided to have a lay in and she’d woken up well after the sun. Of course, this meant that not only were her animals miffed, the deliveries she’d had planned for the day were well behind schedule. Taking care not to bang her basket into anyone lest she damage her goods, Cynthia failed to notice the person on her left until they had already collided. Teetering for one dangerous moment, Cynthia stumbled forward and caught her balance, the eggs and other goods in her basket safe for the moment. “I’m so sorry,” she said, turning to the other person, “I was in a hurry and thought I could get by - are you alright?”

[lonely-little-garbageman]

Armed with only a pair of gloves and a trash bag, Wally set out into the aftermath to do the only thing he how to do. He made his way into the streets, which was now hidden under a coat of debris, and began steadily collecting the garbage. Plunging himself into his daily routine was the only comfort Wally could find in this time of trauma. He worked in a trance like state, until something unusual caught his attention. “Oh..?”