//open. ext. rooftop garden - day.

Ashton in the past few years had always been an occasional visitor to the roof, balloting for his own plot in order the help conduct some experiments on root vegetables. Sometimes he'd just go up there enjoy the sun, read a book, but the scenery didn't really make for a pretty backdrop anymore. He tensed and turned hearing footsteps that joined him. "Here to take in the view?" Or maybe wallow in their self pity together.

Leans over.

Sniffs you.

Aang was currently happily sitting on Appa as he grazed while playing with Momo. The lemur certainly had a lot of energy to burn. He was laughing as he played a silly little game of keep away while his little lemur friend attempted to snatch up the stick they were playing with, crawling all over the teenager to get it.

Stolas was currently staring at some paperwork, brain working hard to process the information it held through the fog of boredom. Normally he thoroughly enjoyed reading and working through the words but today was different. He found he just couldn't focus on his work which was frustrating in itself. Perhaps a brief break would be beneficial? He stands up to leave his office and goes to make some tea while scrolling through various things on his phone. Maybe something of interest would be found there.

OPEN RP | Mutuals/Followers Only

"No, no. Don't stop on my account. I rather like the view."

" What are you doing here? -- It's the middle of the night. "

Don't mind Gav casually taking off his shirt. It's really hot outside this particular day.

"You poor, haggard thing. I've seen that look before, from someone who was ready to give up on life."

"...Coffee?"

"Honk, honk, honk!"

//open. int. along the apartment floors - day. 16th dec 2023. 0830.

Ashton was part of the first few volunteers to evacuate the residents and open up the windows in apartments, starting with his and Skyler's. He would've usually been back in his own place at this timing being an early riser, but he had stayed on to greet the familiar faces; two months of traumatising disaster had bonded everyone in the building closer. Probably lucky for him or he might be dead right now. But with crises and emergencies, he was familiar with it. "You're still up here?" Ash had been working through the floors he's been delegated, finding people still along the upper floors, "we're evacuating everyone to downstairs, the gas leak is pretty big."

where; the gala with; open

"I think I could get away with stealing the president's pajamas." thimble declared after what appeared to be a genuine moment of reflection. they were standing in one of the hallways just outside the bulk of the party. "for no particular reason at all, I think if I could figure out which room is his, I could get into it. when I get into it, I can easily find them and then take them. who would think to stop me? why? what would they do if I got caught? kill me? seems a bit redundant, no? and frankly, quite petty over pajamas. besides, we all can extrapolate they don't want us to die yet, right? that's why they've got the whole energy field over the tribute center to prevent a hop, skip, and jump. so at worst, it looks like I would be punished extra during the games, and at that point... wouldn't it just be funny to have the president's pajamas?"

when there was no immediate response, nor even a reaction, at the somewhat outlandish statement, thimble narrowed both eyes. they lifted a finger and prodded the shoulder of the figure they'd been babbling to who appeared to be made of stone. "hm." that should probably be filed under embarrassing, but as the last two statues they tried to talk to turned out to be people, this seemed to track in the convoluted ways of the Capitol. they turned away and took a sip of the cup in their hand. "so apparently the marble I've been talking to for the last five minutes doesn't have an opinion on it. do you?"

Open | Followers/Mutuals

"Look at how worked up you are. You want to fuck me so bad you look stupid."

Down in the lower levels of the old run down studio was Bendy, hiding out from the Lost Ones in a secluded room. He didn’t dare go up towards the upper levels or the surface just yet, not with the Keepers out on the loose. Honestly, he would do anything to avoid them at all costs, never wanting to encounter them again. Instead, he was just fine hiding down where they rarely ventured to explore the old studio. Perhaps he’d fine something new this time! That would be nice.

"What in the bloody hell is happening here?"

    " Oi, you there! - What are you doing? "