Outside Pixie Stix Cabin [Saturday, Late Morning]

[comeoutwrong]

There was something Effy liked about staying up all night. Seeing the day start from what still felt, to her, like the closing of another one. The strangest things appealed to her, and could easily occupy her thoughts like that. For hours, sometimes.

It was possible... (okay, yes probable) that Effy hadn't bothered to sober up, and she was still slightly drunk from her night out. It put her in a lighter, if odder, mood than usual.

Half-drunk or not, it was still around about breakfast time, and after making her toast in the cabin, she took it outside to eat on the steps. Hangover hadn't yet hit, and she was warding it off as long as possible. Until it did, she was going to enjoy the sun.

[[Front porch, so ofc open. I was meaning to press post when it was actually still morning, and... yeah.]]

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[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley had just finished packing up for the loathsome three weeks he was to spend at his parents' house, so he was free to sulk for the rest of the day before catching a portal home the next morning. He'd heard that the roof and the campfire were both excellent places to sulk, and he was about to head out to the campfire when he stormed out of the cabin and (fairly commendably) managed to avoid tripping over Effy.

"Oh. Hello."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You look chipper," Alex said, bottle of water in hand as he wandered over. Hey, he didn't have anything else to do and she'd pointed out that he could have come to her when they hadn't been speaking.

So, there he was, coming to her.

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

Alexander, feeling restless from his searching still leading him no where, was on his way for a mind-clearing traverse in the preserve, but far be it from him to not be kind and sociable to people as he passed by.

He nodded, giving a wave to the girl on the cabin steps. "Hello," he said. "Good morning."