#mcusa.starter

[reagan-hamilton]

The festival had been all kinds of fun. A chance to kick of the heels and chill out for the weekend. Reagan had even gone so far to let her hair down and go au Naturel. And by that, she meant a fabulous shade of pink. She’d lost a friend in the crowd and turned abruptly to run right in to someone, spilling the drink in her hand all over them. “Oh Merlin’s beard! I am so sorry.” Thank Merlin it was non-alcoholic.

[elizabeth-h-ross]

It had been one hell of a morning. Her manager had booked her for three shoots for the day - which was honestly something to fire the woman over. At the first shoot, the designer was running late, and at the second shoot the photographer seemed as if they hadn’t a clue as to what they were doing and the coffee had been burnt. So they’d had to stop for a mandatory coffee break on the way to the third shoot. “Out of my way.” She brushed someone to the side to get to the front of the coffee line. “I’m in a rush.”

[ash-jakobson-blog]

It had been an awesome weekend. They’d finished their set the night before and had the opportunity to just kick back and relax now. And that was how they had found them self at the bar. A few drinks in and they were feeling sufficiently tipsy as they approached the bar again and ordered their next drink. “I’ll pay for their drink too.” They told the bartender, gesturing to the person beside them. “Pay it forward, right?” They smiled.

[adxmantinc-blog]

“can you do me a favor and go by samatha’s office. i’ve been trying to get a hold of her but she isn’t answering any of my messages. the hospital needs a few more MSOs. they’re over run by everyone who fell ill over the weekend.” she said not looking up from the folder open in front of her. her distaste pretty obvious, she wasn’t the biggest fan of the aftermath of the festival. no surprise that she hadn’t been in attendance.

[reticentwitch]

Kenina had been more sociable since the gala, in an attempt to dig herself out of her negative feelings ( and TRY to be a good witch for once in her life ).  She had a little booth set up for anyone who wanted ( or needed ) herbs for spells.  She was feeling rather generous today, and had a brightly colored sign that had “PRICE LISTED OR BEST OFFER”.  So far, she had traded ingredients for various art souvenirs or ones created by the customers themselves.  “I know that I don’t seem like the type, but I really rather enjoy the Festival of Muses,” she said gently touching a decoration.  

[adxmantinc-blog]

“the coffee pot on our floor is broken, it’s practically spitting grounds at all of us. i’m gonna take a talk down to the witch’s brew if you want to join. i need the air and some caffeine in me before the day drags along any further.”