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Evan was glad to hear that Ria was totally cool with her having someone else over to help them with their assignments and such. Then she asked the question he wasn't entirely sure how to answer. Just who was coming over? Well of course Evan knew, he invited him over after all. But as much as the both of them displayed some deep rooted animosity of some sort towards each other, Evan still thought it was mostly for appearances. Regardless, even if it were for appearances it was still one she kept up in front of him and so he'd have to say it in a way that wouldn't get her to get upset with him. Unfortunately the door decided to take the opportunity away from him and as such Ria went over to answer it. "Evan Torvald's here!"

Opening the door it was shown that Torv was on the other side, just as expected. And just as expected of Ria he received a tad bit of animosity in her response to the door. Ah it was probably nothing real though."Torv, so glad you could make it. As you can see Ria's already here so we can all get on to doing not in school school work together now." Ria went to go sit on the couch and Evan invitingly extended his arm out to Torv.

Once situated he decided to do a bit of catching up with. "So Torv, watcha been up to these past few months?"

Torv seemed to just scan his surroundings before continuing with what his answer. "Surveying wreckage. Rebuilding." His voice seemed to be really careful, like he didn't want anything to accidently slip. "That is all. I hope you have been able to continue with the revolutionary struggle of your lives. I cannot leave for a few months before terrifying viruses decide to spring up and declare their own war against the bourgeoisie ... " His voice trailed off. "I mean. That is-- h--how, how have you two been doing ... "

Evan started to think on what exactly Torv meant by all those really ambiguous words, but he decided to not press it any further. Instead he returned his question by saying,"me, well I'm doing fine. Living the way I've always been. Free. Really this "hyper fatal disease" thing hasn't bogged me down at all." He looked over to Ria and said, "meanwhile Ria and I've been just chilling and being friends and...whoa." He took a double take before continuing, "and she has brown hair now."

Ria seemed to be spacing out for a bit, which was all too apparent when Torv and Evan actually started looking in her direction. "I'm sorry, what now?"

"Oh nothing. Me and Torv were just catching up is all. Also we were talking about your new hair," Evan started to wonder why Ria actually decided to switch hair colors, especially into a messy one such as brown (when rainbow was so much more awesome,) but hey, he wasn't one to judge. After waiting around a bit Evan went over to get some good old snack popcorn and poured it into a bowl. Putting it out on the table he then went "alright then, time to get our study party underway!"

 

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Pierce nodded in response to his question, having not actually touched her Algebra book. ❝Y - yeah. I can work easy with -- ah -- with the noise.❞

❝Good.❞ He trailed off and Pierce took a long drink of her apple juice. Oliver shifted and transferred a couple of slices of pizza from the greasy cardboard box onto a plate, digging in and setting his attention on the movie until it seemed like Pierce was ready to start. She cleared her throat and he glanced at her.

❝Th - thanks for ah ... coming. You don't know how much it means ... to me. A - Algebra, ya' know? Ha ... haha... ❞

Nervously, he chewed and swallowed a bite of pizza, trying to resist the urge to laugh at her awkwardness. Algebra. Right. That's why he had come over. Even she had to have known better. ... Maybe not, though. Aside from his messages, he hadn't really made much of an effort. Especially before the epidemic. He thought it was obvious enough that he cared, but maybe he hadn't really made it clear. What was he supposed to do, though? He still had no idea what Pierce really expected from him ... or what she was hoping for, if anything.

❝I really am sorry that you have to keep checking on me. ❞ She muttered. He shook his head.

❝I don't have to do anything, Pierce.❞ Once the slices of pizza were done, he wiped the grease from his fingers and decided to tune out the escalating ridiculousness of the movie they were watching. ❝We should get started. What are you having trouble with?❞

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Remembering Algebra proved to be a lot more difficult than he had thought it'd be, but after a bit of researching, things started to come back to him and he was able to help Pierce successfully complete her courses. They ate and drank a bit more, but spent most of the time after the movie and the homework chatting it up about the outbreak, the band, her current living situation. Her mom was, apparently, away quite often at the hospital she worked at and he felt pretty crappy that she was alone so often.

❝I'd invite you over, if I could, but I've got a roommate and not a lot of space ...❞ He murmured, staring up at her bedroom ceiling and idly tossing a crumpled up napkin into the air. ❝I can come over more often, if you'd like.❞

❝... You'd-you'd really do that? ... I mean ... you don't have to ... if you don't want to.❞ Her voice was small.

❝I already told you,❞ he muttered, struggling to hide his slight irritation and turning his attention back to her. ❝I don't have to do anything.❞

There was a moment of silence between them and he sighed, running a hand through his hair. It was getting late. They finished eating, the movie and her homework so it was a good time to leave, he thought. He didn't exactly want to leave her here, alone, but ... another part of him didn't want to seem like he was hovering.

Finally making his decision, he stood, grabbed their plates with the pizza box underneath them and smiled at Pierce.

❝I should go. Call me if you need me, okay? ... Take care of yourself.❞

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After putting the dishes away and tossing their trash, they exchanged short goodbyes and Oliver was off to the apartment. Reed was home and occupying the living room. They caught up and his friend voiced a concern that they weren't spending enough time together, which was ridiculous to him, but they agreed to hang out the following day.

With a shower and an online conversation with Mary, Oliver found himself a bit exhausted and went to bed sometime before ten.

 

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Seraphina was happy to talk to him a little while after they had kissed. They had gone back inside of the house for a bit though the conversations were a bit awkward at first, they became normal with each word spoken. She was sad to see him go. ​

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Seraphina brushed out her hair at the vanity and then stared at herself in a mirror for a while longer. She stood up. Her head pounded with a small head ache. After talking to her parents on the phone, what did she expect. They were overly furious that she had planned for them to met Shane. She had never heard them yell so loud before. She laughed at first, but they were caught aghast. ​

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"Seraphina how could you plan something without our knowledge!?" Her father had yelled, gathering the house workers attention. "And talk of that boy again! Oh Seraphina what are we going to do with you?" Her mother had sighed. "You better be damn happy now Seraphina." Her father mumbled. "If this happened when I was your age, I would've been locked in my room for who knows how long. You're lucky and you take it for granted.." Her Mother had snapped at her. ​

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They calmed down, but only a bit more. They had agreed to the surprise, but were still very very bitter. They had given her a hard time and lectured her on the importance of social standings in society. She lied down in her bed and read the journals for a while longer. She sighed, nothing seemed to be working. She lied down, her head in pain as she fell asleep. ​

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Estelle sighed to herself, the other had talked, but she felt so out of place. She was temped to leave all together, but she didn't want to in case Bianca came back to interrupt. She shot a few glances at Alex's Cousin, then Nat but that was it. She drank quietly until they left. Relived Estelle called everyone into the living room to have a family meeting. ​

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"Ok guys, I need to talk to everyone. Listen, there have been some really stupid and selfish arguments, that really didn't need to happen. We may not all like each other, but you have to just stuck it up. We are all living in this house, and while in this house we're all getting along. We have to get along in order to survive this depression together. So, that being said, we can't keep getting into fights like this, if you can't keep your anger under control then you have to just get yourself away from the situation." ​

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Estelle lied down after she was done talking to the household, and slowly fell asleep. She was exhausted. ​

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She had been lazing about for the whole day, she didn't even notice the sun had set and it was getting late. After working on her homework she had fallen asleep, and now it being late, she couldn't wake up and do something else. In a way she felt a bit drunk, though only drinking a bit. It wasn't like she had gotten totally wasted or anything. ​

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"It's time to go to sleep. But I can barely think, I'm so groggy." She wrote down, before changing and laying down on her bed. She sighed, the had been opened for a bit, giving the room a chill. She went under the covers, feeling the cold of the night. Her mind wondered, but she was just confused. She held her head, and then fell asleep slowly. ​

 

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At least ten hours had passed since Richie had texted Elisa. Te boy stopped keep tracking after a while, eyeing the clock had become to boring and somewhat depressing. At least he finally finished that the problem that had been troubling him for so long, and managed to complete all his future homework assignments. It felt like it took forever, but when he checked back, only an hour or two had passed. It was barely lunch time by that point. The low growls in his stomach were nagging at him, but he ignored their urges. He wasn't in the mood to eat. Despite how early it was, the blonde knew he wouldn't be going anywhere important... well, actually, he wouldn't be going anywhere regardless. The outbreak had everyone on lockdown, and during the night when Richie was wide-eyed and blankly staring at his ceiling, the silence that used to once be bustling downtown life was eerie and unsettling. He never thought he'd admit it, but he kind of missed the irritating noises from outside. As annoying as they were at times, it was... normal for him.

Regardless, after deciding not to eat, the boy changed into a new set of pajamas and cuddled into his covers. He spent the rest of his day with his green eyes glued to the teli screen. He turned on the comedy programs, hoping it would cheer him up a little... but of course it didn't. He barely even cracked a smile.

How depressing.

When the sun began to set and darkness soon followed, Richie decided it was time to call it quits. He flipped off the teli and reached for his phone, grasping it tightly. He was... afraid, almost, of checking it, because he knew he wouldn't see a cheerful message from his best friend. And yet, if a small shred of hope left in him, the blonde decided he would check.

And of course not. He sighed despondently. His fingers danced around the touchscreen letters as he decided what he would text her. As much as he was hurt by Elisa's negligence, he simply couldn't act passive aggressive towards her. He decided to go the cautious friend route, with a hint of evident sadness to hopefully make her think on her actions. Soon after the boy fell asleep, cradling his pillow gently.

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erm i hope you have a good night!!​

sleep well and stay safe bby​

text me soon...!!​

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Alex simply smiled when Natalie sat on his lap, after all it had been awhile since they'd seen each other. Right now he was just glad to see her.

Well it was pretty clear now that Alex did have a girlfriend. After she'd introduced herself to him, it wasn't long before he did the same. That was about when another girl showed up and everything went downhill. In short Natalie and the other girl were close to actually fighting before Estelle broke it up.

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After that whole mess and things calmed down, eventually Alex and Leon said there farewell and headed back home. Not too long afterward, they both showered and headed to sleep.

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After his moment of bravery involving the kiss, they sat there for a bit before eventually moving back inside her home. After talking for a bit longer, Shane eventually headed back to his home before it got too late. The first thing he did when he arrived was to plug in his phone, take a shower and sleep in that order.

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Aside from learning about the different ways that a virus could be contracted, Nathan eventually when back to taking his classes. While there were some new things learned in his research overall everything else was old new. As he finished the work needed for class, he log off the computer. Considering the time, he figured that it was about time for him to get some sleep. So making his way towards the bathroom, he took himself a short shower before heading to bed.

 

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He could feel his palms sweating as he turned the corner to his street. His chestnut eyes quickly glanced at the small figure who rode shotgun. He licked his upper lip nervously. God, why was he so nervous? It's not like he and Freya didn't spend time together - in fact, he could barely remember when they were last apart!

The thing is, it would always be in her place. Not only did it give the cherry haired man an excuse not to fix his room - or rather, entire apartment - but it felt more comfortable like that. Tucker barely ever had anyone over at his place. If he recalled properly, only Sean and Erik had ever been to his place. It just felt more comfortable like that... but now, that was certainly not the case. What made it a lot worse was it was Freya! Of all the people, it was Freya who was coming over. No, no of course this was a good thing! At least they wouldn't be apart but it was definitely not decent at the moment. When was it when he cleaned his place last? The week before this one? Urg, he really wasn't too sure. He's been at Freya's most of the time so it really didn't matter! But now it did! And boy, was he freaking out.

He was supposed to go back home alone. He had already mentally prepared himself to miss the teenager during the time they were together. It was all very relaxing and wonderful and happy. Indeed, it upset Tucker when he was about to leave but it definitely caught him off guard when Freya put a hand to her hip and said assertively, "I never stay over at your place, I'm coming with you."

He barely spoke since then. He tried to come up with reasons in his head to not make her go, but honestly, there was just a million more fantastic reasons for her to come along.

He cleared his throat as he parked his car, setting the engine off and unlocking the doors. He looked at her with an anxious smile and reminded, "Don't forget your mask." He put on his own and then together they hopped out of the car and began walking to the apartment. He lead her by the hand the whole time. As they climbed the short flight of stairs up to his door, he dug into his pocket to pull out his keys. Once the key was in the hole he looked back at her, clearing his throat once more, "U-uh, p-please don't judge me for the pigsty I live in. I-It's usually much cleaner, w-well n-not really but y-yeah don't judge me I promise I'll clean evey-"

With a smirk, she pushed her way into the room before he could even finish his sentence. Tucker grimaced and immediately ran in after her, shutting the door behind him and knocking his shoes off (and practically falling) then in a very panicked manner, he began to clean up. He dumped things into drawers, grabbed clothes off from anywhere and threw them into the laundry, filed the papers together and kept them in the cabinets, stood his bike properly onto a wall and fluffed up pillows. As he did this he could hear Freya giggling and beginning to help out which was not right! No! She was the guest! Whenever Freya would get something to put away properly, he immediately grabbed it from her and just offered her to sit down and let him handle it. He really didn't want to be a burden to her.

After about ten short minutes (Tucker's world record for cleaning up his space), he slumped to the couch beside the teenager and rested his head on her shoulder. He breathed out a little sigh of relief, "Okay. Now you're free to judge." he said with a dorky smile as he looked up at her. With a small laugh he gets up again, "Well it's getting late, we should head in. Um, I'll just go get dressed. Entertain yourself with anything. Sorry I don't have a television, I'm not a fan of shows or movies... hahah... hah. Um. But. Yeah! Just. Oh!" he pats down a pile of animal magazines in front of her "if you're interested, here are some magazines from the shelter. There's the apartment public wifi so you can connect to the internet. Um. Yeah. I... I'll go." he nodded and quickly shuffled to his room. He fixed the bed quickly then got some clothes. He exited his room, crossed the living area - with a small wave to Freya - then locked himself in the bathroom as he got dressed.

After he exited the bathroom, Freya had changed as well and since they were still in their lazy moods they went to bed. They cuddled again, which really made Tucker nervous at first - especially since they were also at his place but as Freya fell asleep next to him, he calmed a bit. Before he slept, he got a text from Erik:

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He looked at the sleeping teenager snuggled up next to him. She could come too. Erik and Freya weren't in such bad terms in school before, sure he had that awful conversation with the older man but this was good! He could prove that Freya really was amazing and wonderful and fantastic and excellent. He smiled as he thought about it then quickly types up a response before falling asleep.

To: Erik​

Sure! See you tomorrow : )​

He was too lazy to type anything else. Besides, the more the merrier.... right?

 

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Time had passed, and the three comrades spent their time failing to study and simply catching up. Food was shared, drinks drunk, and laughs were had -- rather, the Rainbow's glorious laughing while Torvald simply shook his head in disarray. He was not quite sure what the lady who so erratically changed her hair colour, of all things, wanted to feel through this.

And so many an hour passed with barely a lick of homework getting finished. Torvald looked at the congregation of flippant individuals and absentmindedly slid a few fingers along the plastic vaulting of the mask on his lap. He brought his long legs closer and briefly narrowed his eyes at the two, as if a cornered fox unsure of what else to do.

<< ... On to other things. Do you know if our other comrades are safe enough with this virus? >> He turned to the lady, but addressed both of them blankly, taking a sip of his glass. << I pray there has not been a lack of contact ... the revolution exists when there is strength in numbers. >> He placed the glass back on the table.

<< ... And what of the victims of the deaths that struck our body from long ago? >> His voice felt a bit more hollow and distant as he said this. << It feels very well enough that we are fragmented, would you not agree. Aha ... I wouldn't call it the best of all situations, this fragmentation, in any situation ... >> He sighed to himself, closing his eyes and leaning back a bit. << That is as much indication if the ... lady can tolerate my presence here tonight. >>

He yawned. << Perhaps we must try something. Where has the fun been in our lives recently? >> Torvald's eyes suddenly grew soft, yet stern and cold, unfocused on anything in particular. << Our lives, here -- we have the privilege to enjoy them even among the despair of this sickness, or whatever hammers and sickles may trip us up in our quest for infinite justice. It is a virtue, to enjoy what we can of life.>>
He turned to Rainbow. << A man like you is the greatest revolutionary of this idea. The buses have been shutting down early due to the pandemic. Working class heroes do deserve the greatest protection from illnesses, after all. Would you object to my staying here the night? I shall make sure my cardboard box outside will be a far enough distance from the both of you. >>

 

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Dennis, the young boy who had seemingly stopped doing much after the death of Sophie and Bryan and Lucas. Sure he was a member of Oliver's band now, which he did think was really cool, but the death of those three still had preoccupied his mind for quite some time after they happened. Eventually he was able to brave the outside world on his own after much mental fortifying only to have a new threat on the horizon which forced the young boy into basically becoming a hermit. The whole epidemic situation with the lethal virus thing going around killing literally everyone it infected did not sit well with the boy at all.

Dennis had stopped going to school when news of this lethal phenomenon started happening. Correction, he stopped going outside again when this news spread around. He stopped caring about school all together and stopped giving a shit about doing anything else that involved him being separated from his computer. The only reason he was still alive today was because the family friend of the Baker's, Evan Allen Walker, was kind of enough to deliver meals to Dennis with as much sanitary precautions as possible. As such Dennis was able to safely live in his blissful little bubble away from all the disease and death the world was trying to frighten him with. If he didn't go outside where it was all happening, he wouldn't have to deal with it. Granted, he was a bit bummed out that schools switched to online, seeing as he was rather enjoying his time not doing anything school related at all. Though the work was still fairly easy, so even with that there wasn't too much to complain about.

Dennis had spent the grand majority of his day doing absolutely nothing related to school at all though. Really he was just playing video games and blaring music throughout his place, and was rather content with it. Doing that, however, made it so that he completely forgot he had school oriented work to do in the first place. It was around night time when he was making himself a burger for dinner that he remembered that he needed to do such work. With little time remaining in the day and a sense of urgency rushing into the boy's mind, he frantically went to work on all his classes so that he could finish them before the day's end. Having rushed it, he didn't really think he did as well as he normally would've, but he finished it and that was all he needed in order to let out a sigh of relief. With nothing left in the day to do, Dennis marched himself off to bed and fell asleep for the night.

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Evan was super thrilled to be doing work with his study buddies, no matter how much they seemed to dislike each other. He was positive that given enough time, the two of them would become the best of friends the world had ever known. But once more, that would take time and much bonding time between the two of them. Having done all the work they needed to do for the day Torv started talking about something about the virus and stuff. He was also going on about how apparently Evan was some grand revolutionare of the concept of...fun. Then he asked if he could stay the night which Evan gave an enthusiastic "yes!" to. With that out of the way he decided to see if Ria wanted to stay as well. "So Ria, you're more than welcome to stay as well for the night." After hearing her response, Evan headed off to bed, and decided not to set up his gong alarm due to company.

However Ria's return here reminded him of how Little Vixen and Cherry Red were still a thing. Going strong as ever really. This Cupid's Brew stuff seemed to really work, and minus the fact that it did kind of wreck some social ties with people, didn't seem to have a visible downside. Before going to his bed, Evan went over and looked through his closet. While doing so he glanced over at his very own vile of Cupid's Brew quizzically. He really thought there had to be a downside to this thing, to either the user or the used, but it wasn't showing itself yet. Maybe it really was fine and he could just use it on whoever. Though the free spirited man's heart wasn't being swooned by anyone at the moment, and the only real reason he bought the vial in the first place was because it looked cool in the light.

Oh well. With nothing much left to do, Evan walked himself off to bed and rested the night away.

The good gentleman had done nothing remarkable or noteworthy today. He had simply stayed outside for the grand majority of it, trying to keep up with his studies. Just because the online curriculum was a tad rushed and as a consequence shoddy, did not mean that it was any reason to not use his most valuable resource, the internet, at his disposal. However, using different resources to help further his studies on subjects proved to be quite dull and as such the fine gentleman had just sat outside taking in the fresh air. He did wish that this disease that was spreading around would end soon, for it made life dreadfully boring and dreadfully dangerous. When the day had come to an end, the young gentleman eventually went to his chamber and fell asleep for the night.

 

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¶ "Soooo, any of those weddings look like a dream come true to you?" Asked Ava in a playful manner. "I mean, personally, a shark tank wedding is a bit much but, hey." Feall fumbled a bit with a small pillow that decorated the couch for a moment before looking over and cracking a grin. "Actually, the shark tank wedding looks perfect, I can't imagine anything more romantic, unless maybe it involved chainsaw juggling." Feall's face was soon met with a couch pillow. The two talked and laughed for a few hours before Feall's parents got home, who were greeted with a warm welcome.

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¶ Dinner at the Isbrea household is always a pleasure, the family has always gotten along. Feall's parents have always loved Ava, as well, often teasing them about the fact that they 'were such a cute couple'. They eventually grew out of it as the years went on, they even seemed to lose hope in the relationship ever blossoming. Despite all of this, they still thought of Ava as the only girl for Feall.

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¶ After dinner the two decided to head to bed a bit early so they could talk before falling asleep. The two of them had a habit of staying up fairly late talking on their phones, despite having adjacent rooms. Their ritual was always the same, they would ready themselves for bed independently, then signify they were ready with a soft knock on the shared wall, once both had given the signal, they would call. They would always take turns, tonight was Feall's. He cozied himself in bed and hit call. The two of them talked long into the night, and, as usual, drifted off to sleep to the sound of eachother's breathing.

 

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The day crept much closer to its end and Jonathan and Julius soon enough ended their little bout with their fist. Sore and tired from the day the two held off on beating the crap out of each other and left each other to live another day. They ordered some dinner and after splitting the cost the two of them ate and prepared to move on with what they had to do. Julius had a lot of work to do so Jonathan merely felt it would be best to leave the man to his work.

"Hm? leaving so soon? I told you, you can stay over dumbass...I don't want you running around outside so much" Julius said sitting by his computer desk as he glanced over at Jonathan who was preparing to leave the house. Of course they always fought, but they were brother and it was his responsibility to look out for his little brother even though the two of them were adults.

"Nah, I'll get out of your hair, and don't worry, I'll be careful outside" Jonathan said pulling up his scarf to cover both his mouth and nose. True everybody was wearing a mask to prevent breathing in the unknown disease, but at least Jonathan was keeping the style instead of wearing one of those ugly masks. He could have stayed over at Julius' place but he really preferred not to rely on his brother too much. Past the darkening streets, Jonathan made his way to the apartment he had gotten and made his way to his bed. Thoughts never swaying from how Noelle was doing, Jonathan brought out his phone and stared at it for a while before falling asleep.

The same could be said about Julius as he thought about Noelle, but the work he dealt with was more on his mind. He continued to type as much as he could before finally he retired for the night. He worried for those that fell victim to the fatal disease and he just hoped this entire scenario would just come to an end already. Bad luck just seemed to follow him everywhere. With a groan Julius head off to his bed and drifted off to sleep.

 

Maria had decided to stay at Evan's as well, even with Torvald there. Upon hearing his comment about a cardboard box, she groaned and rolled her eyes. Evan went to bed and she rose from her spot on the couch. "Don't be ridiculous." She disappeared down the hall and came back bearing two blankets and a pillow. She threw one of the blankets onto the couch and shook her head. "You can have the couch. I'll sleep in the chair since I'm smaller." Maria narrowed her eyes and waved him out of the chair. "I won't take no for an answer." She dropped the pillow and blanket on the floor and pulled him out of the seat. She slipped in it after him and wrapped herself up. "Forewarning, Evan may not be wearing pants in the morning." Maria looked away and shifted the pillow behind her head. "Good night Tannhauser," she finally added before going to sleep.

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Pierce lay in her bed almost wishing she had asked Oliver to stay, but then what? It wasn't like she had the courage to do anything. Plus, it was impossible to tell if he even liked her. She was probably just a charity case, but he also said he didn't have to do anything? Did that mean he wanted to stay with her? That idea was what was keeping her from sleeping. She would give it a couple of days and then try asking him to stay over. Her birthday! Her birthday was in less than three days. She would ask him then, but not tell him it was her birthday. That would probably come off clingy or something. Just having someone to spend her birthday with was good enough. She sighed and curled up in her sheets, hugging the photo of her father until she fell asleep.

 

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With nothing much else to say,

Torvald rose, bid adieu to the two comrades, and began to walk to whatever room Rainbow had set up for him before the other man quickly left and he was left alone with the brown haired woman. Torvald sighed and looked disgruntled as she tried her little tricks of attempting to pulll of some meagre sense of confidence. She threw blankets and pillows to the couch and attempted to act defiant, so Torvald simply plopped himself down on the couch and turned away to look back from her.

<< Pleasant dreams. >> He mumbled in reply, as he fell fast asleep.

Eventually in his sleep, Torvald managed to fall off the couch and roll onto the carpet in a mess of pillows and blankets.

Fatime returned into her room carrying bags of origami paper and a few snacks. It was late, but upon reading the reply Professor Julius had given her, she felt positively giddy! Fatime yawned and changed into her pajamas, taking a shower beforehand, before tucking herself into bed between a few piles of books, In here she continued to read and re-read the reply, and as thoughts of the processing began to formulate in her head, the mousey little girl slowly edges off into sleep.

 

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Before long, Natalie had said goodbye to Alex and his cousin. She had taken a shower and eaten with everyone. Bianca hadn't come back, which was okay in her book. After dinner and sitting in her room watching a movie, she headed off to sleep.

Outfit|>|Location: Estelle's house|>|Music|>|Mood: Ugh...|>|OOC: Myst asked me to put Whitney to bed for him.​

After being rudely kicked out of the house, Bianca wandered around town. She went to the mall, had a milkshake, and watched a movie at the theater. It was a lonely day, and she missed her sister, but she wouldn't be allowed back into the shop until after it was closed.

So she went back to the little store, and inserted the key she had taken off of Natalie's desk, knowing full well she'd need it. She would just give it back to Natalie tomorrow morning. Bianca walked into the bedroom, where her twin was already sleeping. Bianca gave her a kiss on the head and then got into the bed opposite her sister. Whitney was likely sleeping in the buff again. oh well. Bianca then closed her eyes and went night-night.

 

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⎛WEARING⎠ • ⎛OOC⎠ • ⎛DAY: 2 & 1/4⎠​

⎛LOCATION: Evan's/Car/Erik's⎠ • ⎛INTERACTION: Erik⎠​

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Maria woke to a message on her phone from Erik. He had called to see if she could help with a project. She glanced over and the sleeping Torvald then down the hall to Evan's room. They didn't really accomplish much schoolwork yesterday, but did the school really expect them to? She sighed and decided to send him a text saying she would be over soon. Maria pulled the blanket off her lap and shivered a little as the morning air pricked at her bare legs. She ran her hands down the length of her short dress, smoothing out the wrinkles, and stared down at the over - sized figure on the floor. The oaf rolled off the couch in the night. How did he not wake up? She shook her head and rolled her eyes at the display. Torvald was a bit of a dumbass.

She stepped over him and headed in the direction of Evan's room. The door was shut and she knocked lightly. ❝Evan, I'm taking off. Erik needs help with some project or something. I don't know if you're awake or not, but I'll give you a call later when I'm done. ❞ She exhaled deeply before heading back to the living room to get her things. It only took a couple minutes and with the mask on her face, she was out the door.

With few people traveling outside these days, it made drives rather short. What should have been an approximate twenty minite drive to Erik's from Evan's was reduced to ten. She sat outside his building, combing through her tangled, short, brown hair. It was a lot easy to manage than before. Who would have thunk it? She fixed her makeup and returned the face mask to its rightful spot over her mouth before getting out of the car. It only took about a minute or so for Erik to buzz her in and once she made it to his door, she gave a quick knock.

He opened immediately and took in the sight of her. ❝ Well look at you. Talk about a change. ❞ He gestured for her to come in and shut the door behind her.

❝ You're much more quick to the draw than Evan and Torvald, ❞ she quipped.

Erik laughed. ❝ Does that surprise you? ❞ To that, she just shook her head no. He led her into the kitchen and offered a muffin he just finished baking. Maria had never been to Erik's before and she was surprised by how spotless it was. Not a single thing was out of place and it looked so hip and modern. It was surprising really. Even though he didn't have a full five years on her, he just acted like the old man in the bunch. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he was out of school already and had been teaching for a couple years now.

She took the muffin gratefully, having not eaten yet, and leaned against the counter. ❝ So what's this project about? ❞ Maria picked at the buttery cranberry muffin and popped a warm chewy bite in her mouth.

❝ I need to record some lecture videos for my class. I thought you might be interested in giving them. This way it'll get my senior boys to pay more attention with school being out. Quite a few of them have been dropping percentages since the outbreak. ❞

She raised an eyebrow and swallowed a bite of muffin. ❝ I see. You need a showgirl to get some pubescent teenage boys to do their homework. ❞ Maria looked as if she were offended, but her tone of voice was teasing.

❝ I think my way sounded better, but yes. Aha. Will you do it? ❞ He asked.

She stood thoughtfully for a moment, still eating the muffin. ❝ I suppose so. Are you going to be recording while I read? ❞ Apparently that question seemed to strike a nerve. Erik suddenly looked really uncomfortable and began to run his fingers through his hair. He always seemed to do that when he was nervous. the watch on his wrist gleamed in the morning light and she narrowed her icy blue eyes on him. ❝ Erik, are you recording the videos? ❞ She asked again.

❝ No ah... Tucker is... ❞

❝ WHAT?! ❞ she snapped. ❝ I think I should go. You can read your own notes to the camera. ❞ Erik caught her wrist and spun her around.

❝ Hey, you two can't keep avoiding each other forever. Now's as good a time as any to talk. He told me that he told you about what happened to him. ❞ She tried jerking away. ❝ Maria, I heard the voicemail. ❞

She froze. Tucker never responded to that voicemail. It was the last real thing she said to him and it wasn't to him. It was to a machine. If Erik heard it, then maybe Freya did too. They probably had a good laugh about it. It didn't seem like the type of thing Tucker would do, but she was starting to think she didn't know him well at all. Maria's arm went limp and Erik released her. She had been trying so hard to move past it. And yet here she was. ❝ I don't want to talk to him. ❞ She murmured finally. Erik pulled her into a hug and stroked the top of her head.

❝ Then don't. But I seriously do need your help. ❞ He patted the top of her head and pulled away, reaching into his back pocket to pull out his cig pack.

Maria watched the whole time and as he was about to light up his smoke, she licked her lips and asked, ❝ Can I have one too? ❞

 

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Evan had awoken to the sound of Ria basically telling him she was leaving or something. He couldn't really make out the details, but hey, he was sure whatever she was doing was probably going to be filled with kittens and rainbows...though that might've been because he was half asleep when he heard this. Nevertheless, only a few moments after Ria had left did he actually get out of bed and go think of more daily antics that he needed to get done. With nothing but his boxer's on and his white hair in a mess, he had walked over to his kitchen to notice the sight on the way of Torv just laying on the floor. He wasn't entirely sure where Torv had actually gone to sleep, seeing as he went to bed before either of them, but he hadn't entirely expected him to choose the floor. Torv was a man of peculiar tastes. Regardless Evan still just sauntered off to his own kitchen to make...you guessed it, bacon.

Serving himself up some bacon and some for his good old communist revolutionary buddy, he put the plate down on the table next to where Torv's body lay. Going back to the kitchen he started to dig into his plate of bacon all the while thinking on things to do for the day. Perhaps he and Torv could try and get more work done. Perhaps Evan could go on some free spirited trek through the town. Oh, maybe he should check up on his friend, Little Vixen. Walking away from the table he went to retrieve his phone on the counter, and just went to text her.

He wasn't actually sure how Ria was still dealing with Cherry Red, though he hadn't actually seen the two together at all recently, so he was sure it wasn't a good relation still. What a shame that was, the two of them were such great friends. Oh well, can't change the past (or at least not without everyone dying) so everyone just had to deal with things as they were. For now though he'd just wait for Torv to get up and see what he'd be doing, before planning his day any further.

 

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✌ CLOTHES ≛ MOOD » HAPPY-->BETRAYED/NERVOUS ≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » HOME/ERIK'S ≛OOC ✌​

The cherry haired man woke from his slumber, opening his eyes to the dimly lit room of his. An arm draped over a small figure next to him and a smile crossed his lips when he realized who it was. He snuggled up to her a bit then straightened himself out, coming up to a sit as he began to peel away the sheets over his body, careful not to wake the sleeping teenager next to him.

He grabbed his phone and literally froze for a moment. His eyes darted quickly to the time that it displayed. Oh dear. It was late!

He hurriedly got out of bed. His chestnut eyes looked down at Freya. Awww, she looked so cute and peaceful. Perhaps he would save her the trouble of seeing him all stressed out and looking for stuff franticly? That seemed like a good idea! He nodded at himself, then grabbed some fresh clothes out of his closet and hurried to the bathroom to take a quick shower and get dressed.

Once he was done, he was back at his oddly clean (but definitely not clean in respect to Erik) living area. He bit his bottom lip anxiously. Hah. Now he had to find out where his stuff were...

It took him about ten minutes to look for his wallet, keys and tech equipment. He knew he would need it. Whenever someone from the school needed his help, he made sure to bring his adventuring bag. Most of the other people in the tech department were either too lazy to get up now that they could use the outbreak as an excuse because they were scared to leave the house or they were actually scared of leaving the safety of the four walls that kept them away from the outside world.

He poked his head back into his room and realized Freya was still sleeping. Phew! Good thing he didn't make much noise. He went back to the kitchen and decided it would be nice to wake her up to a nice cup of joe's. He reached for two tumblers (so they could drink it on the way) and also for the packets of instant coffee. Just as he was about to rip one of the packets open he stopped. Maybe... maybe it would be best if he made hot chocolate instead. HE wasn't exactly sure if Freya was a big coffee person... was she too young for drinking coffee? What if all this time she got decaf at the cafe before?

He set the packets aside and reached up to grab some coco instead. He poured in the hot water after and stir both solutions. He left them at the kitchen and walked back into the bedroom. He crouched next to the bed and stroked her short locks gently until she began to stir, "Hey... morning." he greeted with a smile.

She only mumbled something he couldn't exactly understand, "Hey so, I have to help Erik out with a project and I was thinking it would be great if you came along. Are you up for it?" he put on a big grin. He really hoped she wouldn't say no. He really wanted to grab this opportunity to let Erik realize that the girl next to him was great and wonderful and excellent.

Said girl seemed pretty groggy though, as she rolled to her stomach and shoved a pillow to her face. His heart sank for just a second but he heard a faint mumbling from beneath the pillow. Before he could even ask what she said, the teenager began to crawl out of bed. She grabbed some clothes and headed for the bathroom. His grin reappeared on his face and he waited by the kitchen.

Why she emerged, he offered her the hot chocolate he made for the both of them. "I put them in tumblers so we could just drink them on the way. Erik had kind of been expecting me for a while... haha..." he turned to get his stuff, slinging the bag over his shoulder and grabbing his keys. Oh wait! Gotta make sure he cleaned up the kitchen. He turned back to fix the coffee packets he left out but realized they weren't there anymore... huh? He glanced at Freya, who was tightening the lid of her tumbler. She grabbed her mask and began to walk out of the door. He looked back at the empty kitchen counter. He was sure that he... ah well, maybe he was getting better at this cleaning up thing more than he could remember!



By the time Tucker parked his car in front of Erik's, both hot coco from each of their tumblers were drained. He rang the door and kept an arm around Freya, resting his hand on her right shoulder. He looked down at her a grinned. This was going to be great!

The dark haired older man opened the door, holding a cigarette in his hand, of course. His expression seemed quite stunned when he realized Tucker had not come alone. He grinned brightly at him, "Hope you don't mind, I brought Freya along. She could help as well if you needed anything and she's really wonderful company."

Erik didn't seem to budge even at the cherry haired man's excited words. Tucker cleared his throat but before he could go on and say more amazing things about Freya, another figure appeared past the doorway. A woman, holding a cigarette of her own stood in the distance. Oh? Well, fair game now! Tucker didn't realize Erik brought a plus one too! So now they wer- wait.

"M-maria?" He didn't realize he said it out loud to begin with. He barely recognized her! Cut locks, dyed hair - but when his chestnut eyes met her icy blue ones there was no denying that the once previous blonde stood there. That's when his chest tightened. He quickly recalled everything that happened between them and all he could feel was pain when he did. He gulped nervously, glancing away for a moment. His gentle grip on Freya's shoulder tightened a bit, and he pulled her a little closer for some sort of comfort. He cleared his throat, looking back to Maria and muttered, "N-nice look. It suits you."

His eyes traveled back to Erik and he smiled at him, even though he kind of wanted to glare at him. This was a set up for sure. He knew that something had happened between him and his long time friend as well but he didn't realize that it would resort to something like this.

 

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◀ ☼ ✔ ✎ ♫ ✐ DAY⦂ 02 & 1/4 ▶​

◀LOCATION⦂ HOME ✐ OOC⦂ ✗ ▶​

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Erik watched as Maria attempted to choke down the cigarette. Honestly, why she was even trying was beyond him. It was like she was attempting to change her entire persona or something. If she really thought that would make things better, she was out of her mind. He just shook his head at her and when the buzzer went off, he unlocked the main door. A minute later there was a knock at his door and he opened it, the smoke still in his mouth. His eyes narrowed at the small white - haired figure under Tucker's arm. Tucker was grinning brightly at him and Erik pulled the cigarette out of his mouth. "Hope you don't mind, I brought Freya along. She could help as well if you needed anything and she's really wonderful company."​

If this was supposed to be some way to change his mind, Erik wasn't buying it. He had nothing against Freya, she was a great student, but much too young to be with Tucker. As her teacher, he completely opposed; as Tucker's friend, he wasn't allowed to say anything else on the matter. "Hey," he greeted the both of them. Erik watched as Tucker's line of sight shifted past his shoulder. He glanced behind him to see Maria walk past and into the kitchen.​

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"M-maria?" Tucker sounded shocked. Erik looked back at him to see his muscles tighten around Freya. "N-nice look. It suits you."

There was a mumbled hello and thank you from behind him, followed by a coughing fit. He turned to see her snuffing out the cigarette and throwing it into the trash. Erik pressed his lips together and narrowed his dark brown eyes at her. "Hey, if you're not going to smoke it, then don't as for one. Honestly, cigs aren't cheap these days." He scolded her like a five - year - old. Maria stuck out her bottom lip into a pout before vacating the kitchen. Erik shook his head and moved out of the way to let his guests in. "Well don't be strangers. Come on in," he told them cheerfully. Erik ushered the pair inside and shut the door after them. "There's drinks in the fridge. Help yourself. Sorry it's such a mess in here." It wasn't. Erik's obscure notions as to what a mess was, were a bit ridiculous.

He headed into the living room, where Maria appeared to be sitting at his piano bench. While seated, her dress seemed to cover almost no leg at all. He shook his head and clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth. "That's an awfully short dress," he commented casually.

"Well it appears to be doing what it's supposed to," she quipped before turning away and grabbing a hold of her knees.

When Tucker and Freya entered the living room, he motioned for the girl to take a seat on the couch. "Freya, since you're here, you can get a head start on taking notes for class. I need Tucker to work the camera and help me edit the footage afterwards. All the videos will be posted on the class portal tomorrow. Maria's going to be reading everything in my stead. I need to grade these assignments." He looked from person to person and smiled his mischievous smirk. They all had their roles assigned now. Maria got up from the piano bench and looked and moved to the station he had set up in the living room. She took a seat and glanced down at the History textbook frowning. There was a stack of papers on top and she waved them at him.

"These right here?"

He nodded and took a seat on the couch opposite of Freya, pulling out his laptop to grade papers.

 

OOC: I'm still at said friends house so this won't be worthwhile of a post. I just don't want to be kicked.

She awoke looking around confused. She could not recall even falling asleep. It was her condition again. Because of it she would randomly pass out without any knowledge to what previously happened. It was a curse for certain. Her sister however was the exact opposite. She could not sleep at all.

She arose with minimal clothing. That settled it, she definitely passed out due to narcolepsy. "I wonder what I was doing. Maybe Bianca can tell me." She looked over to her and poked her cheek. She needed to make sure what exactly happened to her. She didn't want to have been violated by anyone she didn't know. "Hey, sis. Wake up. Sis. Sis. Sis."

There wasn't a reply. She then thought of something that would usually wake her up. "Hey, I'm going to make my famous curry. I'll go make it."

 

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Outfit|*|Location: Estelle's house|*|Music|*|Mood: Tired|*|OOC:​

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Natalie arose early the next morning. The first thing she did when awakening was sneeze loudly. "Oh great, I have a cold..." It was rather ironic and silly, really. She never got sick in the winter, but during the spring, everything would fight over who would get to use Natalie as a vessel. Either way, she wouldn't let it get her down. Natalie got dressed and then got a wad of cash out that she had been saving. She hadn't needed it because Estelle and her sisters were just providing for her. Natalie knew they weren't made of money, and she could always call Lillian if she needed more. Then there was Sarah too. Sarah was always willing to lend cash to Natalie. But that was the thing: with Sarah, it was a loan. With Lillian, it was a gift.

Natalie went to find Estelle, who was sitting at the table all by her lonesome. "Hey Estelle..." Natalie took a seat beside her. "You've done so much for me for the past few months actually, ever since my parents died. And, well..." she took out the money, "I want you to take this. Use it on the flower shop. You guys are letting me live here for free, and I don't want that, especially if you guys aren't making any bank." Natalie smiled and handed it to her, then she gave a short sneeze, covering her mouth with her elbow. "Excuse me."

It was nice, knowing Natalie had people to depend on. Gave her peace of mind, especially since Lexi wasn't around anymore.

 

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Bianca awoke with a start. She hadn't been able to sleep last night until about 3 AM. Once she had, she had been out cold. It was weird, as she usually didn't pass out so badly. Thanks insomnia. She rubbed her eyes and looked at her sister. "It's too damn early for your disgusting curry." Even from her sister she wouldn't hide the fact she hated curry. It made her mouth burn and her eyes water. "And for god's sake, put some fucking clothes on, you look like someone I'd expect people to pick up on the street." She got up and brushed her hair at the mirror, then tied it. She put it down whenever she went to bed, then retied it for the day. "Come on, let's get dressed and go eat."

Bianca stripped down in front of her twin and got dressed. Most people would be uncomfortable doing so, but they were twins. Besides, it wasn't like Whitney exactly knew what clothes were. Not as far as Bianca could tell, anyway. She continued on her way to the kitchen, and upon getting downstairs, she peeked around the corner to see Natalie handing Estelle a lot of money. "Whoa..." she whispered, "Natalie has money! And not just a bit, it's a shit ton!"

Things had just gotten a lot more interesting in the Lunas' Flower Shop. Most interesting indeed...