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Current Plots

2014-06-30T20:02:42Z

Amelia:

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[[Image:art1.jpg|50px x 50px|thumb|center|<center>[[Plot:The Art of War|The Art of War]] ''North Shore High's artists face off for a big prize''</center>]]
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Current Plots

2014-06-30T20:01:49Z

Amelia:

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[[Image:play1.jpg|50px x 50px|thumb|center|<center>[[Plot:Drop Dead Juliet|Drop Dead Juliet]] ''North Shore High's newest production''</center>]]
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[[Image:art1.jpg|50px x 50px|thumb|center|<center>[[Plot:The Art of War|The Art of War]] ''North Shore High's artists face off for a big prize''</center>]]
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|[[image:prom.jpg|50px x 50px|thumb|center|<center>[[Plot:game_over|Game Over]] ''It's time for the 2014 Junior-Senior Prom, will all the couples survive or will it be...Game Over?''</center>]]
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2014-06-30T20:01:23Z

Amelia: Image for Game Over

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Game Logs

2014-06-28T20:29:04Z

Amelia: /* Season 1 */

Game Logs

2014-06-28T20:27:56Z

Amelia: /* Season 1 */

2014-06-28T19:57:30Z

Amelia:

Plot:game over

2014-06-28T19:53:49Z

Amelia: Created page with "{{ Plot | storyteller = Amelia | setting = Around town, various locations. | timeframe = Late IC April-IC May 2014 | status = Ongoing | summary = It's time for the 2014 Junior..."

{{ Plot
| storyteller = Amelia
| setting = Around town, various locations.
| timeframe = Late IC April-IC May 2014
| status = Ongoing
| summary = It's time for the 2014 Junior-Senior Prom! The theme this year is games; board games and video games. The committee is headed by Amelia Lancastle-Smyth but she needs loads more help if it's going to go well. Also helping her is Donovan Kincaid.
| cast = [[amelia|Amelia]], [[donovan|Donovan]]
| soundtrack =
| logs =
}}

Game Logs

2014-06-20T17:02:48Z

Amelia: /* Season 1 */

Log:Happy birthday amelia

2014-06-20T17:00:16Z

Amelia:

{{ Log
| cast = [[image:noah-icon.jpg|100px|link=Noah|Noah Goodman]] [[image:amelia-icon.jpg|100px|link=Amelia|Amelia Lancastle-Smyth]]
| summary = Amelia finally reaches Noah and they make plans then go off for her birthday.
| location = Surfside Apartments
| gamedate = 2014.04.16
| soundtrack = N/A
| plot = N/A
| log =
Because she has to use two buses it takes Amelia the better part of an hour to reach Noah's. By that time it's about one in the afternoon and she's starving and a bit tired. She leans on the doorbell and waits, while she waits she sends Noah a text message to let her know she's outside. An hour ago she sent him one saying she'd managed to get away after all, because she had been really angry her stepdad tried to ruin her birthday plans with forced stepdad stepdaughter bonding.

An hour! That's love and dedication! Opening the door, Noah allows Amelia in, his attention shifting from the clock on the wall to her. "That must have been the bus ride from hell." He teases leaning to press the door closed behind her. "Dad had to work after all, so Debbie gave me her car." He chuckles, "Sorry I didn't find out sooner." The whole bus ride could have been avoided.

Her shoulders slump as he tells her that. "Buses smell and people are gross," sums up Amelia's view on the public transport available in Lantern Hill." She leans into Noah and breathes deeply as he always smells good and after that bus she needs to get the smell out of her nostrils.

Noah chuckles, allowing her to lean into him, and even going so far as to wrap his arms around her. He may be distant, but he's also a fan of hugs. Who's not?! His face lowers to press into her hair, a deep breath taken as he enjoys the scent of her shampoo. "Happy Birthday." He even grins against her, pleased that he *gasp* remembered! "Ya wanna hang out here a while or you wanna go eat?" Despite her words, he's programmed to allow for choices.

"I wanna eat but I wanna stay and I wanna nap and I want to never ride a bus again." Amelia nuzzles the side of his neck and places a little kiss there before lifting her head. "Thanks for remembering." Clearly it means a lot from the way she is looking at him like he's the best thing since sliced bread.

Noah chuckles. "Well...it's pretty out. You wanna order and take it to the beach, or the cliffs? We can nap and I can make sure you don't have to ride the bus home." He grins, perhaps amused at his lack of ability to actually solve any of her problems right away. "You're call of course. You can I can always sleep. Or eat." The small kiss to his neck earns her a small shiver from him, it also prompts him to reach and brush a hand through her hair. "I'm good with whatever."

Amelia turns over the ideas in her head and says, "Let's go to the cliffs. I like the view better. Does Debbie still have those heavy blankets in her car?" She slips her arms around Noah's middle and smiles before kissing his neck again. Only this time she ups the ante and slides her hands down to briefly cop a feel of his backside.

Noah nods, perhaps completely oblivious to why they would need blankets. If he does understand why, he doesn't give any hints toward it. Instead, he smiles and even chuckles at the second kiss and her roaming hands. "Cool. I assume you want Chinese?" She also gets a kiss. A delayed but affectionate non-the-less kiss pressed to her lips seconds later.

"Chinese," agrees Amelia as she lets her arms drop so he can actually move. "Just let me have a wee first. There was nowhere on the way here to go." She shrugs off her handbag and sets it on the floor then makes her way into the bathroom and closes the door.

Noah chuckles, allowing her to move free as he moves to seek out his phone, and dial up the wok. His part of the order is anything but simple, an as he hangs up, he allows a doubtful look toward the phone, fully expecting that upon pickup, the order will be completely wrong. Then again, it IS fast food. He also finds a spot to slump as he waits for her.

The sound of the running water filling the toilet bowl can be heard as Amelia comes out of the bathroom. She even washed her hands because she's a classy sorta girl. "All set," she says, leaning over the back of the couch to drop a kiss on the top of Noah's head.

The kiss atop his head is met with a laugh, "Ordered." He tilts his face upward, watching her for a moment. "So. I got you a gift, but I have an alternative option." This much gets a true grin from him as he holds up a small box. "You can have what's in the box, or you can have a puppy.." he pauses, "..And what's in the box..because really I didn't think this through at all." He even looks confused at his choices. "Assuming you want a puppy. I've wanted a puppy lately but I'm not allowed one." Clearly there's a story behind that judging by his grumble.

"A puppy?" Amelia thinks about it for all of thirty seconds. "I choose the puppy and the box, duh. I've always wanted a puppy but my mum hated animals being in the house. When I was little I found a baby hedgehog in the drive. It was scared an shivering. I wanted to keep it as a pet but she made me keep it in the garage where it was cold. Poor little mite didn't make it." She picks up her bag and pulls it on. "You can help me name it." A glance goes to the box and she can't help but grin, "Is it a gift card?"

Noah laughs nodding. "Hedgehogs are awesome." He decides suddenly. "Doesn't have to be a puppy. Could be whatever. Just not a bird unless you want to walk home with that bitch." Noah don't like birds! Very few surfers do. "And no..it's not a gift card, though I can get you a gift card if you really want one." He laughs still, reaching to pull her over the sofa by the arm. Of course, he does take care to keep her from toppling to hard. "Heather said I needed to get you a second gift because, and I quote, my gifts to quirky for normal girls."

She lets out a little squeal of surprise and ends up half sprawled over him, nearly crushing the box. Amelia lifts up her hips so he can get his other hand out from under her and the box too. "Birds are creepy. All that head movement." She pushes her hair out of her face and smiles up at Noah, teasing, "If you wanted to make out on the sofa all you ha to do was ask."

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Log:Happy birthday amelia

2014-06-20T16:57:00Z

Amelia: Created page with "{{ Log | cast = | summary = Amelia finally reaches Noah and they make plans then go off for her birthday. | location = Surfside Apartments | gamedate = 2014.04.16 | soundtrac..."

{{ Log
| cast =
| summary = Amelia finally reaches Noah and they make plans then go off for her birthday.
| location = Surfside Apartments
| gamedate = 2014.04.16
| soundtrack = N/A
| plot = N/A
| log =
Because she has to use two buses it takes Amelia the better part of an hour to reach Noah's. By that time it's about one in the afternoon and she's starving and a bit tired. She leans on the doorbell and waits, while she waits she sends Noah a text message to let her know she's outside. An hour ago she sent him one saying she'd managed to get away after all, because she had been really angry her stepdad tried to ruin her birthday plans with forced stepdad stepdaughter bonding.

An hour! That's love and dedication! Opening the door, Noah allows Amelia in, his attention shifting from the clock on the wall to her. "That must have been the bus ride from hell." He teases leaning to press the door closed behind her. "Dad had to work after all, so Debbie gave me her car." He chuckles, "Sorry I didn't find out sooner." The whole bus ride could have been avoided.

Her shoulders slump as he tells her that. "Buses smell and people are gross," sums up Amelia's view on the public transport available in Lantern Hill." She leans into Noah and breathes deeply as he always smells good and after that bus she needs to get the smell out of her nostrils.

Noah chuckles, allowing her to lean into him, and even going so far as to wrap his arms around her. He may be distant, but he's also a fan of hugs. Who's not?! His face lowers to press into her hair, a deep breath taken as he enjoys the scent of her shampoo. "Happy Birthday." He even grins against her, pleased that he *gasp* remembered! "Ya wanna hang out here a while or you wanna go eat?" Despite her words, he's programmed to allow for choices.

"I wanna eat but I wanna stay and I wanna nap and I want to never ride a bus again." Amelia nuzzles the side of his neck and places a little kiss there before lifting her head. "Thanks for remembering." Clearly it means a lot from the way she is looking at him like he's the best thing since sliced bread.

Noah chuckles. "Well...it's pretty out. You wanna order and take it to the beach, or the cliffs? We can nap and I can make sure you don't have to ride the bus home." He grins, perhaps amused at his lack of ability to actually solve any of her problems right away. "You're call of course. You can I can always sleep. Or eat." The small kiss to his neck earns her a small shiver from him, it also prompts him to reach and brush a hand through her hair. "I'm good with whatever."

Amelia turns over the ideas in her head and says, "Let's go to the cliffs. I like the view better. Does Debbie still have those heavy blankets in her car?" She slips her arms around Noah's middle and smiles before kissing his neck again. Only this time she ups the ante and slides her hands down to briefly cop a feel of his backside.

Noah nods, perhaps completely oblivious to why they would need blankets. If he does understand why, he doesn't give any hints toward it. Instead, he smiles and even chuckles at the second kiss and her roaming hands. "Cool. I assume you want Chinese?" She also gets a kiss. A delayed but affectionate non-the-less kiss pressed to her lips seconds later.

"Chinese," agrees Amelia as she lets her arms drop so he can actually move. "Just let me have a wee first. There was nowhere on the way here to go." She shrugs off her handbag and sets it on the floor then makes her way into the bathroom and closes the door.

Noah chuckles, allowing her to move free as he moves to seek out his phone, and dial up the wok. His part of the order is anything but simple, an as he hangs up, he allows a doubtful look toward the phone, fully expecting that upon pickup, the order will be completely wrong. Then again, it IS fast food. He also finds a spot to slump as he waits for her.

The sound of the running water filling the toilet bowl can be heard as Amelia comes out of the bathroom. She even washed her hands because she's a classy sorta girl. "All set," she says, leaning over the back of the couch to drop a kiss on the top of Noah's head.

The kiss atop his head is met with a laugh, "Ordered." He tilts his face upward, watching her for a moment. "So. I got you a gift, but I have an alternative option." This much gets a true grin from him as he holds up a small box. "You can have what's in the box, or you can have a puppy.." he pauses, "..And what's in the box..because really I didn't think this through at all." He even looks confused at his choices. "Assuming you want a puppy. I've wanted a puppy lately but I'm not allowed one." Clearly there's a story behind that judging by his grumble.

"A puppy?" Amelia thinks about it for all of thirty seconds. "I choose the puppy and the box, duh. I've always wanted a puppy but my mum hated animals being in the house. When I was little I found a baby hedgehog in the drive. It was scared an shivering. I wanted to keep it as a pet but she made me keep it in the garage where it was cold. Poor little mite didn't make it." She picks up her bag and pulls it on. "You can help me name it." A glance goes to the box and she can't help but grin, "Is it a gift card?"

Noah laughs nodding. "Hedgehogs are awesome." He decides suddenly. "Doesn't have to be a puppy. Could be whatever. Just not a bird unless you want to walk home with that bitch." Noah don't like birds! Very few surfers do. "And no..it's not a gift card, though I can get you a gift card if you really want one." He laughs still, reaching to pull her over the sofa by the arm. Of course, he does take care to keep her from toppling to hard. "Heather said I needed to get you a second gift because, and I quote, my gifts to quirky for normal girls."

She lets out a little squeal of surprise and ends up half sprawled over him, nearly crushing the box. Amelia lifts up her hips so he can get his other hand out from under her and the box too. "Birds are creepy. All that head movement." She pushes her hair out of her face and smiles up at Noah, teasing, "If you wanted to make out on the sofa all you ha to do was ask."

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Game Logs

2014-06-20T16:49:26Z

Amelia: /* Season 1 */

Log:Neverending journey

2014-06-20T16:47:00Z

Amelia:

{{ Log
| cast = [[image:michael-icon.jpg|100px|link=Michael|Michael Jaccobsen]] [[image:amelia-icon.jpg|100px|link=Amelia|Amelia Lancastle-Smyth]]
| summary = Amelia is trying to get to Noah's apartment so she can spend her birthday with him, but she has had to change buses to do so. While waiting for the bus she chats with Michael.
| location = Faircrest Court
Beginning along this one-way street, the quaint peacefulness of the residential life cast a soft sense of relaxation to the world. An area developed of privet family homes, there are no apartment buildings along this street. Primarily built of one and two story homes, these families maintain a comfortable place among the upper-middle class world, with neatly kept yards, and trash cans and mailboxes all exactly uniform.

| gamedate = 2014.04.16
| soundtrack = N/A
| plot = N/a
| log =
Amelia is outside number 3116, seated on the back of a bus bench. She has her phone in her hands and is using it while she presumably waits for the next bus to come along. It's just about 12.30 in the afternoon.

Having dressed up to go out for a run or something like that, Michael comes down the driveway of 3118, stepping a bit slowly as he places a bottle of water on a belt so he can carry it with him. Starting to move in the direction that's going past that bus bench now, a bit slowly.

Sensing movement out of her corner of her eye, Amelia turns her head. She shields her eyes to the sun and gives Michael a little grin. "Where did you come from?" Clearly she wasn't aware he lived around here since she herself doesn't. Amelia, with her crisp English accent, lives in a loftier locale.

Coming to a stop as he hears Amelia's words, Michael offers a brief shrug in return. "Depends. How far back should I go?" It's said a bit lightly, before he chuckles a little. "If it's only right now, that house over there." Pointing towards his home, before he grins. "But if we're talking long-term, I'd have to say Minnesota. How about you?"

"Minnes-ota." Amelia says the word with her odd foreign accent, making it sounds funny. "I have no idea where that is. Sounds exotic." She tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. "It's Mike, right? I think we have a class together. I'm Amelia and I'm from this bench right now, but originally England." Her mouth tilts into a lazy grin.

"Not that exotic. Colder than here, though." Michael offers another grin, before he nods, "That's me, yes. And I think I remember seeing you around at class." Another grin is offered, before he adds, "England? I think we landed there once when we were visiting my grandparents. Only at that big airport, though."

She motions for Michael to come a bit closer. "Colder? I miss colder. This place makes me feel like I am going to wilt sometimes and there was no proper autumn and winter...pfft, that was not winter." Amelia grins, "Sorry, the weather...I'm English it's our thing. Big airport? We have a few of those. Heathrow probably though, its one of the five largest in the world."

"Hey, I agree about the winters. Back before we moved here, the winters were when one could go outside and skate much more often." Michael replies, with a grin now, before he nods, "Heathrow, yes. We landed there, then a few hours later took another plane to Sweden."

When he moves closer Amelia is able to lower her hand since he's blocking out the sun for her. "Sweden? Why would you go to Sweden? It's full of midges and the booze is freakishly expensive thanks to all those taxes. Plus, their pizzas are weird." Clearly she's a well seasoned beer and pizza traveller.

Michael chuckles, "Hey, have you ever tried our wonderful pizza with ham, pineapple, banana and curry?" A wider grin now, "It's actually quite good. And my dad's from there, so we go back every other year to visit the family." Another smile is given now.

"That sounds really....odd. If I ever get there again I'll see if I can try it," promises Amelia. "Your dad is Swedish? That's cool. I guess that explains the name. I just figured you were Yanks with names from ancestors who emigrated like most everyone else. But if your dad is actually proper born in Sweden that makes you half." Not that Michael isn't aware of his own geneology.

Michael grins and nods, "He came to the US to study at the University of Minnesota and play hockey for their team, but then he met mom." A brief pause, and a chuckle, "But it's nice, being half-Swedish. Helps for learning languages too, since my parents insited we'd learn both of them."

"I bet it does. I love languages. I feel pretty limited by the school and what it offers. I was taking far more back home." Amelia briefly glances at her phone to check the time. "So how did you end up out here?" She grins at Michael, "In California I mean, not standing beside me."

Michael smiles, "They are quite interesting. And it helps to know the local language when you go somewhere, right?" Another brief pause, before he shrugs, "Dad got a job for the newspaper here. The sad thing is that I had to stop playing hockey, for a team, that is. But at least I could still play football, which is good."

"Hockey? Oh you mean ice hockey." Amelia nods her honey-hued head. "To me hockey is field hockey first, ice hockey second. I played it back home. Well and for the school here too. Season is over though, which again is odd to me. It's year round pretty much in England not just an autumn thing like here." She reaches up to adjust an earring. "Why not just play for a local team instead of a school one?"

"That's a good question. I guess we didn't find any teams when we moved here. But if I find one, it might be good to do so again." Michael replies with a grin. "Always helps staying in shape, doing more than one sport."

Again she checks her phone for the time and looks down the street to see the bus turn onto it. "That looks like it's my ride," says Amelia as she hops down and stands up, holding out her arm for the bus driver to see. Looking back over her shoulder she says to Michael, "Enjoy your run. I'll see you back at school next week, I'm sure."

Michael nods as he hears that, offering another smile. "Looks like your ride's here, yes. It was nice talking with you. See you back at the school." Offering a half-wave now, before he starts putting on the headphones for his music player, to get ready for the run.3

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Log:Neverending journey

2014-06-20T16:42:44Z

Amelia: Created page with "{{ Log | cast = | summary = Amelia is trying to get to Noah's apartment so she can spend her birthday with him, but she has had to change buses to do so. While waiting for th..."

{{ Log
| cast =
| summary = Amelia is trying to get to Noah's apartment so she can spend her birthday with him, but she has had to change buses to do so. While waiting for the bus she chats with Michael.
| location = Faircrest Court
Beginning along this one-way street, the quaint peacefulness of the residential life cast a soft sense of relaxation to the world. An area developed of privet family homes, there are no apartment buildings along this street. Primarily built of one and two story homes, these families maintain a comfortable place among the upper-middle class world, with neatly kept yards, and trash cans and mailboxes all exactly uniform.

| gamedate = 2014.04.16
| soundtrack = N/A
| plot = N/a
| log =
Amelia is outside number 3116, seated on the back of a bus bench. She has her phone in her hands and is using it while she presumably waits for the next bus to come along. It's just about 12.30 in the afternoon.

Having dressed up to go out for a run or something like that, Michael comes down the driveway of 3118, stepping a bit slowly as he places a bottle of water on a belt so he can carry it with him. Starting to move in the direction that's going past that bus bench now, a bit slowly.

Sensing movement out of her corner of her eye, Amelia turns her head. She shields her eyes to the sun and gives Michael a little grin. "Where did you come from?" Clearly she wasn't aware he lived around here since she herself doesn't. Amelia, with her crisp English accent, lives in a loftier locale.

Coming to a stop as he hears Amelia's words, Michael offers a brief shrug in return. "Depends. How far back should I go?" It's said a bit lightly, before he chuckles a little. "If it's only right now, that house over there." Pointing towards his home, before he grins. "But if we're talking long-term, I'd have to say Minnesota. How about you?"

"Minnes-ota." Amelia says the word with her odd foreign accent, making it sounds funny. "I have no idea where that is. Sounds exotic." She tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. "It's Mike, right? I think we have a class together. I'm Amelia and I'm from this bench right now, but originally England." Her mouth tilts into a lazy grin.

"Not that exotic. Colder than here, though." Michael offers another grin, before he nods, "That's me, yes. And I think I remember seeing you around at class." Another grin is offered, before he adds, "England? I think we landed there once when we were visiting my grandparents. Only at that big airport, though."

She motions for Michael to come a bit closer. "Colder? I miss colder. This place makes me feel like I am going to wilt sometimes and there was no proper autumn and winter...pfft, that was not winter." Amelia grins, "Sorry, the weather...I'm English it's our thing. Big airport? We have a few of those. Heathrow probably though, its one of the five largest in the world."

"Hey, I agree about the winters. Back before we moved here, the winters were when one could go outside and skate much more often." Michael replies, with a grin now, before he nods, "Heathrow, yes. We landed there, then a few hours later took another plane to Sweden."

When he moves closer Amelia is able to lower her hand since he's blocking out the sun for her. "Sweden? Why would you go to Sweden? It's full of midges and the booze is freakishly expensive thanks to all those taxes. Plus, their pizzas are weird." Clearly she's a well seasoned beer and pizza traveller.

Michael chuckles, "Hey, have you ever tried our wonderful pizza with ham, pineapple, banana and curry?" A wider grin now, "It's actually quite good. And my dad's from there, so we go back every other year to visit the family." Another smile is given now.

"That sounds really....odd. If I ever get there again I'll see if I can try it," promises Amelia. "Your dad is Swedish? That's cool. I guess that explains the name. I just figured you were Yanks with names from ancestors who emigrated like most everyone else. But if your dad is actually proper born in Sweden that makes you half." Not that Michael isn't aware of his own geneology.

Michael grins and nods, "He came to the US to study at the University of Minnesota and play hockey for their team, but then he met mom." A brief pause, and a chuckle, "But it's nice, being half-Swedish. Helps for learning languages too, since my parents insited we'd learn both of them."

"I bet it does. I love languages. I feel pretty limited by the school and what it offers. I was taking far more back home." Amelia briefly glances at her phone to check the time. "So how did you end up out here?" She grins at Michael, "In California I mean, not standing beside me."

Michael smiles, "They are quite interesting. And it helps to know the local language when you go somewhere, right?" Another brief pause, before he shrugs, "Dad got a job for the newspaper here. The sad thing is that I had to stop playing hockey, for a team, that is. But at least I could still play football, which is good."

"Hockey? Oh you mean ice hockey." Amelia nods her honey-hued head. "To me hockey is field hockey first, ice hockey second. I played it back home. Well and for the school here too. Season is over though, which again is odd to me. It's year round pretty much in England not just an autumn thing like here." She reaches up to adjust an earring. "Why not just play for a local team instead of a school one?"

"That's a good question. I guess we didn't find any teams when we moved here. But if I find one, it might be good to do so again." Michael replies with a grin. "Always helps staying in shape, doing more than one sport."

Again she checks her phone for the time and looks down the street to see the bus turn onto it. "That looks like it's my ride," says Amelia as she hops down and stands up, holding out her arm for the bus driver to see. Looking back over her shoulder she says to Michael, "Enjoy your run. I'll see you back at school next week, I'm sure."

Michael nods as he hears that, offering another smile. "Looks like your ride's here, yes. It was nice talking with you. See you back at the school." Offering a half-wave now, before he starts putting on the headphones for his music player, to get ready for the run.3

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Log:Coffee on the Rainy Boardwalk

2014-06-20T16:21:25Z

Amelia:

{{ Log
| cast = [[image:noah-icon.jpg|100px|link=Noah|Noah Goodman]] [[image:saya-icon.jpg|100px|link=Saya|Saya Takahashi]] [[image:amelia-icon.jpg|100px|link=Amelia|Amelia Lancastle-Smyth]]
| summary = Saya and Noah & Amelia meet on the boardwalk and chat.
| location = South Beach Boardwalk
The scent of sea spray hangs on each breeze that ripples the waves along this peaceful yet popular boardwalk. Underfoot the wooden planks of the pier echo with your steps, if that is, you can single out your own motions against that of the crowds around you. Lining both sides of the pier way, shops and buildings have been built upon stilts, allowing them to rest above the waves, their windows offering a beautiful view out over the oceans beautiful blue waves.

People move along at a leisurely pace.
Tables scatter various parts of the pier, often outside cafe's.
Specialty shops, clothing shops, & tourist traps are all found here.
Colorful awnings along the storefronts create an almost cinematic look.

Located Here:
Culture Corner <CC>
Copper Tap Coffee House <CH>
Ricky's Ribs and Wings <RR>
| gamedate = 2014.04.17
| soundtrack =
| plot =
| log = Despite the light rain that has swept over Lantern Hill, the boardwalk is no less busy, the only difference is that rather than take their time moving from place to place, people rush in small groups, umbrellas or hoodies pulled to keep them dry. Others, like Amelia and Noah, seem content to wait out the rain in one place.

Copper Tap Coffee House is the location of choice, mainly because one can sit outside underneath the awning. Slumped at a table near the edge, Noah sits, his attention trained on his phone as he sends what appears to be a very very slow text message.

Rain, shmain. Amelia is English. Her skin shrivels if she doesn't get wet regularly. She looks up from the book she is reading (City of Bones) and over at Noah. "If you want I can send it, you just have to tell me what to write. Or you could try that voice ap again." She picks up her insulated paper cup and takes a sip of her tea.

Coffee, mm. It's what Saya's after, at the moment. She emerges from inside the restaurant, clutching her own insulated paper cup, and immediately spies the two kids sitting with each other under the awning. "Hey, guys," she says cheerfully. "What's up?"

Noah snorts. "I don't know what I want to say. That's the problem. And..I feel stupid talking to my phone like that. I keep waiting for it to yell back 'speak up and don't mumble'." He even mimics Siri's voice (the iphone robot) before he finally presses send. Just in time for Saya's approach.

She gets a grin as he looks up, "Hey. How'd the shopping go?" No, Noah was NO HELP. But to be fair, he's never any help. He also reaches for his drink, "Saya do you know Amelia?"

"Hello Saya." Amelia tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "We're just hanging out. Noah's taking me to get my new puppy later." Amazingly she manages not to squee over the idea but it's there, bubbling beneath the surface. To the boy she says, "Remember, I told you that Saya helped me sneak out and ditch Adam yesterday so we could still have our date?"

Saya gives Noah a blank look. "What shopping?" she asks. She glances at her empty hand, pats the little denim purse slung over her shoulder. Any confusion is immediately put on the back burner when Amelia mentions a puppy. "Ooooooh, a puppy?" she asks, her voice climbing an octave in her excitement. "Ohhh, what kind are you getting? Where?"

Noah just blinks, but he lets it go as his phone chimes I hand. It also earns a glare before he begins the meticulous effort all over again. "It's up to her. There's a pet shop down the street." Never one for many words, Noah offers little more, but he does send the girls their own, lazy smirk before he turns back to his phone. This lasts for a few seconds before he suddenly pushes off the chair. "I want a cookie..You want one?" Though, he moves on anyway, perhaps with his own perceived notion of the girls orders.

"I want something that won't be too big, but not a yappy dog. I don't like yappy ones." Amelia looks up as Noah gets up, "Yes please. One of those snicker things that I like." She likes them but cannot remember what they're called. "Nothing small enough to feed a ball python," she says to Saya with a grin. "What are you up to?"

Saya grimaces a little bit. "The pet shop?" she asks. "But... don't pet shops usually get their puppies from puppy mills?" Her eyes open wide in dismay at the thought. "Why not rescue from the pound?" she asks Amelia. "Those dogs will be euthanize if no one takes them home. Poor things. I always wanted a dog, but we're not allowed to have pets."

Noah groans, but there ya go! There's one in every batch. He slides the plate of cookies onto the table as he settles back. There's an assortment, and clearly it's missing three already. "Lantern Hill doesn't have kill shelters." He adds with a yawn, "And, rescued are fine if you want a mutt. I didn't want to get her a mutt. Even though I'm kinda relieved that she doesn't want a purse dog. I'll be shocked if we manage to leave without a hedgehog or a rabbit." He has so much faith in girls! "Anyway most pounds have big breeds more than small, and I already have enough going against me with her dads, I don't need to add a mammoth sized mutt to the checklist of why I need to be hit by a car."

"I'd rather not get a dog that someone else has taught bad habits to," says Amelia as she reaches for a snickerdoodle. "I prefer to teach bad habits to my own dog." She bites into her cookie as Noah explains things to Saya. The cookie gets washed down with tea. "Hedgehogs are cute, especially baby ones, but I doubt they have them in pet stores. Why can't you have pets?"

"Well, that's good," Saya says, looking rather relieved at the news that there aren't any kill shelters in Lantern Hill. "No every dog at the pound is a mutt, or huge. My cousin got a dachshund at the pound, once - and she was only, like, 8 months old. So. Cute." She shrugs at Amelia's question. "My parents don't want them, and as long as I live in //their// house, I have to live by //their// rules," she says, rolling her eyes some. "Hedgehogs are cute, though," she agrees with a grin.

Noah laughs, "That all said I don't have a problem with mutts or pet shelters. Or big dogs. I had a big dog. But he ratted me out to my dad." Darn cops having drug dogs in the house! Darn stupid teenagers for forgetting. "I thought we had something special to. Pitty." He shrugs gently, though it's clear by his bank expression that he's merely going through the motions. His attention is set on a cookie as he snags it. "Saya, you want a cookie?" Because it's /cookies/. "Sometimes I think parents get that lecture drilled into them while they're setting up the nursery. 'As long as you live under /my/ roof, you'll abide by the law. Anti-theft devices are not a challenge Noah Allen Goodman'." He even manages to get the gruff tone of his dad as he mimic him.

"Yeah, rules...we don't have much of those at my house. I mean, we're meant to have curfew, Roman and I but we pretty much break it regularly. And I wasn't going to get a car because I spray painted my room and black and with swear words but I still got one for Christmas." Amelia eats more of her cookie, unlike Noah she likes to taste her food not inhale it. "I figure I can milk the whole gay dad paparazzi shame for another year, just enough to get me off to uni and then I can do as I want."

"No, thanks," Say says to Noah at the offer of a cookie. She hasn't even sipped at her coffee, though she's been cradling the cup in her hands and occasionally lowering her head to inhale the aroma. Saya's eyes widen dramatically upon hearing about tampering with anti-theft devices and spray-painting bedrooms. "Oh, my gawd," she says. "If I tried anything like that my parents would disown me." She tilts her head a bit at Amelia's last tidbit. "Paparazzi, what?" she asks, blinking. "Da - ang, I'm out of the loop," she sighs.

"I live out of the loop." Noah allows with a faint chuckle. "Don't worry. But I will also state I've been good. I'm almost off probation. Plus..my dad can't disown me. He has no one to pawn me off on. And he's a cop so it'd look really bad if he gave up on his only one attempt at breeding." This amuses Noah, but he allows it to go unspoken. Instead he glances back at Saya. "You're parents own the Wok, yeah? That place is awesome."

"My dad was outted with his lover, who is now my step-dad, thanks to a tabloid journalist who kept following him around in London. I learned about him being gay the same time the rest of the world did." Amelia says it like it didn't happen to her and wasn't one of the most painful experiences in her life. She also eats the rest of her cookie and drinks some more tea. "We got take out from there yesterday. It was really good."

Saya looks rather nervous, now, knowing that Noah is on probation. She shifts in her seat and surreptitiously glances around, as if making sure her parents haven't materialized in the last few seconds. "UH, yeah," she tells him. "Thanks, I'll pass along the compliment." She gives him a polite, slightly nervous smile. She turns to Amelia and listens with amazement. "Wow, I can't believe he wouldn't have told you," she says. "That must have sucked atomic rotten eggs."

Noah watches the expressions shift on Saya's features with his own, subtle grin. "Don't worry. I didn't kill anyone. I stole a car. /One/ car. And there's extenuating circumstances around it." He takes a drink from his soda, through as Amelia begins in on her deep parental betrayal, he grows quiet. It's always a show stopper. And he enjoys not being stares at like a delinquent. It also frees him up to return the text he received moments ago. One letter at a time.

Amelia leans over and lets her head drop onto Noah's shoulder. "It was pretty shit," she admits. "My parents were still married. Mum went mental, like proper mental. She's in a clinic in St Kitts. My dad drug my arse over here and introduced me to my new family. Step-dad and stepbrother, both who knew him and all about it." She takes another cookie and breaks it in half, holding one half near Noah's mouth. "Weirdly, there is a kid from my old school here. Well, he has been thinking of transferring to the private one."

There's a sudden beep from Saya's phone, which she pulls from her purse and frowns at. "Ugh, my parents," she mutters. "I've got to go or I'll be late for dance class." She quickly texts back to them, and then puts the phone back in her purse. "Up for grabs," she says, pushing the untouched coffee toward the center of the table. "You'll have to tell me about those extenuating circumstances later," she says to Noah. Amelia gets a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, if allowed. "That truly sucks," she says. "If I were in your shoes, I'd have spray-painted something, too."

Noah chuckles, nodding as he listens. Saya's next comment to him earns a laugh. "Deal." He says simply as he turns to watch her pat Amelia's shoulder. She really deserves it. "See ya later, Saya. Have fun at dance." He returns to his text at that, and his soda which he takes a drink from. "Lia. We should go. They'll be back from lunch by the time we get there. And I have to meet Officer Petty afterward. To show her I'm still in the city and that I haven't joined a Mexican gang and taken up cocaine." He rolls his eyes.

"Heh, thanks. Bye Saya." Amelia eats her half of the cookie and nods to Noah and makes sure he can't get the coffee since he's got a limit on what he's allowed. "Come on, you master criminal. Let's go get me a super cute puppy. Maybe I'll find one cuter than you and dump your scrawny behind and go to the prom with my puppy."
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{{ Log
| cast = [[image:amelia-icon.jpg|100px|link=Amelia|Amelia Lancastle-Smyth]][[image:tabitha-icon.jpg|100px|link=Tabitha|Tabitha Blayer]][[image:donovan-icon.jpg|100px|link=Donovan|Donovan Kincaid]]
| summary = Tabitha squees over Amelia who finds it amusing. Later Donovan encounters them in the coffee house.
| location = South Beach Board Walk and then Copper Tap
| gamedate = 2013.10.11
| log = Hands in the pockets of her sleeveless black cardigan, Amelia stands staring at the window display outside a clothing store. Her lack of a tan makes her stand out. As do the Union flag knee-length leather boots she has on. Her head moves as she tilts it slightly, unable to decide if she likes the display or not.

Tabitha is staring at an orange, holding up close to her face, a pungently scented clove clasped in two fingers of her other hand as she tries to thrust the narrower end of the herb into the skin of the orange. She's got a couple of them already embedded, and the rest of her cloven collection must be hiding in the little TARDIS pouch purse she's got hanging in front of her. She's stomping on past, engaged in the activity, but not so much that she doesn't get distracted by the SHINY Union Jack boots over there, treading backward a few steps to look at them more closely.

The smell is what brings Amelia's head towards Tabitha, then it is the girl's reflection in the glass of the shop window. "Are you making kristingles?" She nods towards the clove and the citrus fruit. Her accent, like her boots, is British; English to be precise. Crisply enunciated vowels and consonants.

"Kristubwuh?" Tabs shakes her head to release herself from the entrancement she'd been trapped in by the splendor of the british boots. "It's a cloven orange," she lifts the item in explanation. "I'm going to bring it with me to Homecoming. Your boots are pretty."
"Cheers." Amelia reaches out for the orange, "May I?" She holds her other hand open for a clove. "Kristingles are common at Christmastime in Europe. You take an orange and using cloves pierce through red ribbon and into the flesh. The ribbon crosses over itself to form a cross shape on the fruit. Then a candle is stuck in the top and lit. It is meant to be for commemorating Christ's blood on the cross and the way he brings light to the world. The spherical shape of the fruit represents the world. Candle, light. Ribbon, blood. Cloves, thorny crown."

"Mhm!" Tabitha extends one arm with the orange, now thrice-cloven, and, with her other hand digging into her little pouch, she extracts another clove to pass over afterward. She steps closer to facilitate the trade. "That sounds pretty, I'll have to look them up online and make one for Christmastime," she smiles. "But, no. Nothing as fancy as that. Just a good old... cloven orange."

With the practiced ease of someone who has done this before Amelia pushes the thorny clove into the flesh of the fruit. "Not that I am religious," she says with a grin flashing at Tabitha, "but we had to make them every winter at school. I'm a dab hand at it now." Lifting it she inhales deeply before handing the orange back. "Plus the smell is divine. Excellent for mulled wine too. Drop one of those bad boys into a pan, glug in some red wine, heat on low for twenty minutes and voila."

"I don't think my mom would let me cook wine," Tabitha grins sort of bashfully, taking another clove and pressing it into the orange. She's not really that good at it-- this might be one of her first experiments clovening fruitthings. "You're pretty good, that's for sure. Mine don't want to go in. I broke like seven of them. But now my fingers smell seriously nummy."

Watching her, Amelia suggests, "Try twisting as you push inwards." She takes in the girl's appearance then. "I think I have seen you before. I'm Amelia." Her hands slip back into her pockets. "I suppose not everybody likes warm wine. I didn't the first time I tried it, but now - well we used to have it every holiday season."

"I can't drink it anyhow. It doesn't mix well with my meds," Tabs relates with a quick dizzy-eyed look, then tries to twist a clove into the fruit, with some manner of success. "Oh, that works better. Thanks! Uh," she tries looking over the girl for hints as to her identity. But she spends half the school day asleep or in a sleepy stupor, so it's no wonder she might not recognize someone not in her class. "Oh! You're the one with all the Converse shoes, right?"

"Ah," says Amelia in the tone that suggests she might have heard that line before. "Converse?" This draws a laugh. "I suppose I have a fair few pair, yes. I like shoes. A lot." She reaches up and scratches the side of her nose making all her wrist bands shift and jostle against one another. "You have French before me. I saw you in there after everyone left, you were sleeping."

"I like shoes, too!" Tabitha lights up brilliantly, bonding over footwear. "I have more boots than I can shake a stick at. None of them go all the way up to my knees, though. Yours always look amazing," she wilts a little, pining in her inability to measure up. "Oh-heh. Yeah, it's not that French is boring, exactly? It's just a lot of sitting after sitting all through English. I can't sit that long. At least in Photography I get to go on field trips around the school."

Taking a step back, Amelia looks at Tabitha's shoes and nods. She grins, "Not always. I look well shifty before I have a cup of tea in the morning. By the time I get to school I've been up an hour or so." With a laugh she adds, "But it's nice of you to say so."

Tabitha isn't wearing anything special on her feet today. Just a pair of black and pink sketchers, always a safe bet to go with jeans and a batman tee. "Wow, that's, like... grown-up style waking up skills. Sometimes first period's already started before I can drag myself out of bed," she laughs.

"At my old school lessons started at seven-thirty, so we had to all be up and finished with breakfast by six so we could go to chapel for seven." Amelia shrugs, "I don't think much about getting up early. Maybe by next year I'll be strolling in late like everybody else."
"Gosh, the only time I've ever seen six o'clock in the morning is when I do an all-night Firefly marathon," Tabitha boggles a little bit. "Yeah, we like being nocturnal here," she grins. "You'll get used to it."

"Isn't that a club of some sort?" questions Amelia. She nods towards the orange again. "Why are you taking fruit to the dance?" A loud guitar riff comes from her pocket, making Amelia roll her eyes. "Pardon me." Lifting her phone out of her pocket she slides her finger across the screen and answers it. "Hullo, Dad. No. Yes. Fine. I said fine, didn't I? Bloody hell. Yes. I will go. I do - whatever." Amelia lowers her phone and cuts off the call, slipping the electronic device back into her pocket. "Sorry about that. My dad can be a right knobhead sometimes."

"It's a TV show. Want to watch it sometime? I have it on DVD with the commentary tracks," Tabitha grins beamishly, then quiets down into a more sedate expression when Amelia has to take the phone call. "Eeee," she squees a little bit. "Knobhead." She thinks it's aorable. "Do you have to leave? It sounded important."

"I don't watch much telly," admits Amelia. "We didn't have one except in the common room. More of an internet person myself." She blinks. "Leave? Oh, no. He wants me to go the dance. Keeps harping on about it. I swear he and my step-dad must have read some book on the," she uses finger quotes, "typical American teenage experience," end quote, "because the pair of them are always moaning how this or that are a great opportunity for me."

"You should totally come!" Tabitha bounces a little bit. "I'm going," she adds. "I've got my costume all together, it's going to be pretty awesome. "I watch most of my TV online, too. What's your net handle? We can chat online and I can send you some links to Firefly stuff."

"Costume?" Having only been at the school for a week, Amelia isn't all up on the theme to the dance. "Is it a masked ball?" Fishing her phone out of her pocket again, she switches on her bluetooth to look for Tabitha's phone, assuming she has one. "I'll ping you with my e-mail. I don't really do chatting, more texting." A lot of texting.

"Masquerade!" Tabitha announces the theme happily. "I'm really glad everyone voted for it, 'cause otherwise I'd have looked pretty weird in my costume," she grins. "If you want to come over and watch some Firefly, we can play around in my closet and put together a costume for you. I've got more costume stuff than real clothes, probably."

Reading out the name of the phone nearest to her, she asks, "Is that your phone?" The offer of costume help has Amelia growing silent. Her brows draw closer as she frowns. "What kind of masquerade? Anything? I haven't a date. A dance without a date seems...well...rather awkward. What do people do?"

"Uh-huh," Tabitha answers. Her phone never makes an appearance, but is probably stuck in the back pocket of her jeans. "I'm not going with anyone," she shrugs. "It's not a big deal. There'll be lots of people there. But if you want someone to escort you there, I can do it. My costume ended up pretty macho, so I could probably pass for a guy," she laughs.

Having settled on who's phone is who's, Amelia sends her contact details to Tabitha including her twitter and e-mail. "Are you a lezzer?" she asks with a grin, the kind of grin that says she isn't bothered either way. "What are the dances like at the school? Is it a good time or are there a bunch of olds just hovering about ruining everything?"

Tabitha turns a nice rosy pink, but she grins with a goofy little laugh, so she doesn't mind the question too much. "I dunno, I never called myself one. But then I've never had a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend. So the matter's pretty much moot. I think girls are prettier than boys, but that could just be based on factual reality than any sort of perception bias on my part. There'll be grown-ups there, but I doubt they'll get in the way all that much unless people start another riot."

"You'll figure it out soon enough I'm sure," says Amelia kindly, her attention half on a message that popped up on her phone. Her thumbs move quickly over the smooth surface of her smart phone. "Wait...riot?" This has her looking up at Tabitha again. "My experiences of school dances are someone who drank beforehand pukes in somebody's discarded shoes and a few couples make out in the dark corners. Never a riot."

Tabitha shakes her head. "I was making a joke. There wasn't a real riot. Just a minor uprising. Still, it got the admins out of their offices," she smiles slyly to one side. "Anyhow, it should be fun. Don't let your dad nag you into not wanting to go," she pleads a little bit. "I hear there's going to be cloven fruit."

Laughing, Amelia states, "Well if there is cloven fruit I shall simply have to go." Her phone goes back into her pocket again. "I think I have a costume I can wear. So long as there is no theme to it I should be fine."

"Just Masquerade, so anything, really. I'm going with a Steampunk theme," Tabs looks terribly excited to be doing so, as well, all things considered, from the way she keeps bouncing a little bit on the balls of her feet, her knees giving and stretching with the motion, as if standing still were boring her legs. "Wanna walk down to the coffee place?"

"Gautier did something with that for his summer line this year." Amelia nods a little. "Sure. Do they have tea?" She falls in line with Tabitha, not bouncing but walking beside the girl.

Tabitha sort of prances off when Amelia agrees, leaping from her spot as though gravity were nothing to her, landing a few feet further down the boardwalk and spinning on one foot to face Amelia, walking backward with exaggerated steps, almost as if walking through the moves of a dance. "They DO. They have this really amazing giddapahar darjeeling," she looks briefly in mid-melt, or possibly mid-swoon.

"You're an odd sort," she declares with a quiet laugh. "Always moving like a labrador puppy." Amelia's head turns as a man in a suit skates past. She shakes her head and looks back at Tabitha. "Everything is so foreign here."

"If I stop moving I turn into stone," Tabitha claims. Which is kind of true, inasmuch as she'll fall asleep. "Err, hate to break it to you, but I think you might be the foreign one," she jokes gently, not maliciously, at all, just sort of finding it amusing.

At that Amelia laughs. "Bloody hell, I think you might be onto something there." She comes to a stop outside the coffee house, stepping aside as people exit. "At least in California I won't be the only one with gay dads."

"Yeah, everyone's dads here are at least bi," Tabitha nods her head sagely before dancing around someone exiting the coffee shop, holding open the door for Amelia with a smile.

"This place looks like something out of an American sitcom." Amelia pulls her phone out again and takes a photo. "Nobody will believe this back home." She laughs and loads it up to her twitter feed. "And you're sure they have tea?"

"Uh-huh, I've had it here, before. I don't really like coffee, and even though this place is pretty pricey, it's better than the tea house," Tabs answers, following after Amelia.
Sauntering towards the counter, Amelia leans in against it as she eyes the little boxes of tea on display. Like most English people she is particular about her tea, almost more so than many Americans are with their coffee. When she gives out instructions on how to make it they're very specific.

Tabitha is soon chiming in with 'Same!' because, while it's not her usual order, now she can have tea like an actual British person likes it, and even ordered it in that awesome accent. Best teatime ever!

Thankfully Amelia finds that sweet and not creepy. So much so that she pays for their drinks. "Oh here, have this." She holds out a five pound note that was still in her purse, offering it to Tabitha.

It's very good luck for Tabs, who can, after all, come across as something of a creep from time to time. "Oooooh," she goes all googly-eyed at the moneys being offered her way. "It's so pretty!" she squeaks. "And you didn't have to pay for my tea. I'll have to pay for it next time," she grins bashfully, tucking the note away into her TARDIS pouch full of cloves. She's got an orange in one hand and is waiting on tea with Amelia down the counter, standing on her toes to watch them make it to Amelia's exact specifications. "Do you put anything in your tea?" she wonders.

"I don't mind. Everything here is so cheap," declares Amelia. She turns to lean her hips back against the counter, crossing her Union flag booted feet at the ankles. "Milk," says the English girl. "I don't like sugar in it, but my mum has it that way." Her thumbs hook into the low riding belt she wears partially tucked into the beltloops of her skirt. "Say, I still don't know your name," she tells Tabitha. "I can't very well go around referring to you as the bouncy girl."

The door to the shop opens up and Donovan steps inside. He pauses for a moment as he scans the area before he makes his way towards the counter. Under one arm he carries his sketch pad and a box of pencils. As he arrives at the counter, he stands in line behind Amelia, who he imagines is getting her order handled since she's at the counter before him. He quietly waits, looking up at the menu as he tries to decide what he wants to drink.

"Oh. I'm Tabitha Blayer. Sorry! I mean, for not saying so before. Not for being me. I can't really help that," Tabs grins goofily. "I don't like anything in my tea, most of the time, but I've never tried this one. Is it OK if I try it with milk, too?" She's still bouncing a little bit. It's a good way for her to keep her blood pumping without actually having to run around in circles. Her orange has been speared with a small assortment of cloves, by the by. And she seems to be following Amelia around like a puppy.

"It's your tea Tabitha Blayer," laughs Amelia, "have it however you like." When their drinks arrive she takes her own and shuffles to the side to add milk to it, then stirs and drops the little stick thingie into the trash before finding a seat. Donovan gets a look over and a wink from her. "Thank god the chairs are not metal too or your arse would stick to them," she mutters as she finds an empty table and claims a chair for herself.

Donovan looks up from the menu as he hears the familiar voice of Tabitha, chuckling slightly at the girl. "Hey Tab." He offers to her before he turns his attention to Amelia, not really recognizing her. The wink from her causes him to raise an eyebrow slightly, but returns a smile to her and offers a simple, "Hey." in return. He doesn't catch the comment about the chairs, but steps up to the counter to get his order as Amelia moves to claim a seat. "Mocha latte." He says to the person behind the counter.

Tabitha's focus seems keenly locked in on Amelia, but when Donovan actually speaks to her her head jerks upward and she turns to look, eyes blank, at first, then face lighting up with a smile. "Hey!" she calls, waving her orange in his direction, then putting a little bit of milk in her tea, just like Amelia did. She moves after Amelia, setting her tea and orange down and then sitting by her. "That's Donovan," she introduces him while he's getting his drink.

The loud guitar riff coming from Amelia's pocket becomes louder forcing her to pay heed to it. "Oh," she says, nodding absently in response to the name given. "Sorry, it's the knobhead," she tells Tabitha. Thumb sliding across the front of her smart phone she answers it, "Yes Dad. I'm - fine. You are such a tosser sometimes I swear." Grabbing her to-go tea in the other hand she walks out mouthing, "Later," to Tabitha on the way.

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