fleetfootmac:

Mac showed up, wearing clean and decent but not fancy clothes, to pick up Andrea for their second date. It was hard not to smile at Roberta the receptionist like some kind of idiot.

burnwithlight:

They'd only recently gotten back to New York. So much work to do. And now Gio was running a few errands while Andrew was engrossed in work and Angelo was tidying the suite.

She was carrying her canvass bag of acquisitions back towards their place when she heard the scream. It was agirl's scream. It was not a scream at a spider or a mouse or a pillow fight. Giovanna herself had screamed the way she was hearing once.

She ran toward the ally where she heard it. There were four men in Kevlaresque jackets and one very frightened young woman with platinum curls -- from which emerged long, long pointed ears.

"Well, don't you feel like big men," Giovanna says, eyes flickering.

nextgen_misc:

After some discussion with the team, they decided to jump to the London Blitz in an attempt to meet up with Christina at the end of her time jumps, to catch her before she was stuck wherever Dave had sent her.  Jenny had no trouble bringing the team along--she could take up to six "passengers" safely at one time--but once they actually arrived, that's where her expertise ended.  This was, after all, a different universe and while the generalities were much the same, some details were bound to be different.

"Remember guys, do not trust what you know about history.  It's only a guide here, not fact."

In a blink they were on the streets of London. A quick check of a newspaper gave them the date: 29 December, 1940.  It was a perfect match to the book Tina'd been reading, a book about the Second Great Fire of London.  The team was just hours away from the devastating air raid.

"Christina appears to be getting herself involved in notable events, my money's on her being at St. Paul's Catherdral.  It was famously spared in the raid by the efforts of firefighters."

Orienting herself a bit, Jenny started leading the group as unobtrusively as possible towards the landmark.

_tsunami_:

Rufus was impossible to get gifts for. He had always been difficult to get things for, but now everything had to be fireproof, or as close to it. Cait had put some thought into this and with the help of Uncle Scott had managed to make him a new leather jacket. He set his other one on fire last week.

Cait left the wrapped jacket along with a card on Rufus' bed. She also made him his favorite cookies.

not_adorable:

Angelo hummed to himself as he busied himself about the apartment. This was amazing. The entire city of Manhattan was just outside those windows. Of course, he was living with Gio and Andrew, and had to let them know where he was going if he was to be out for more than just a quick errand.

There were his lessons to keep up on, and learning about the diplomatic work (and the necessary decorum thereof) Gio and Andrew were doing, and at the moment, keeping house. While Andrew's room was off-limits except by request, and Gio needed little in the way of cleaning, the rest of the apartment would be kept spotless under his watch. He'd just finished cleaning the windows when the first timer he'd set went off, and he went to check the oven.

A smile creeped across his face as the apple cinnamon muffins looked to be just about done. He slipped on a mitt and retrieved the tin, setting it on the stove-top to cool.