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A House, Currant, Maine, Friday

"Ez? You're still... here?"

Ezra had come home on Monday.

And then he'd promptly spent the week sprawling on his bed with his books and his phone and the flecks of glitter he was still finding in his hair. Which wasn't that much of a break from norm, since everyone knew he was King Lazyass, but for all that he was masking it as his usual meaningless laying about, clearly after four or five days of it, Lock was no longer fooled. As there was now a concerned-looking half-dryad standing in Ezra's doorway.

He looked up. "I do live here, you know," he pointed out. Helpfully.

And got back an eyeroll. Predictable. "You know that's not what I meant."

Ezra sighed. "It's Saturday, right? I'll go out somewhere tonight, I'm sure." There were going to be people out, on a Saturday night. He was finally starting to feel like that was something he wanted. "You can stop mother-hening me." A beat. "Also, you need to text Aves back."

Well, that got Lock moving. "You know what, I just remembered I have a thing I should be doing," he said, turning away. "Elsewhere."

"Yes, and while you're doing so, text our little pumpkin."

"Can't hear you!" Lock called back, already down the hall. "And get up before I call someone to extract you from your bed!"

Ezra sighed.

He'd get up a little later. After he finished playing this dumb game on his phone.

[ooc: NFB but can be open for phone stuff, sure.]

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The Inferno, Boston, Tuesday Evening

The bold neon-red sign saying INFERNO was blazing on the side of the building. It was the middle of the week, add yet there was still something of a line outside. Not around the building, like on the weekend, but there was still a brief wait until hopefuls (many of them couples on Valentine's Day dates) got to join the crowd inside, taking cover from the crisp chill of the weather outside.

Well, crowds, plural. The Inferno operated on three levels, with VIP-only Heaven upstairs and Hell down below, and the open-to-all restaurant/bar combo Purgatory on the ground floor.

As Ava had once put it, Purgatory was high-end without being snooty. There was a maître d' at the door, ready to seat people at tables (or at the bar, as they case might have been), but you could still waltz in with sneakers and a hoodie on. There was a nice, dimly-lit atmosphere, and candles on tables all over. Many of them were red or pink tonight, to mark the occasion

And behind the bar – smallest of the many at the Inferno – in his black shirt with Purgatory printed in surprisingly tasteful fashion on the back, was Ezra, serving up drinks, alongside one of his collegues. Wasn't really a one-person job tonight. Pretty busy.

And Ezra loved it. What was a better way of keeping himself distracted than by slinging drinks and flirting shamelessly at everyone who came up for drinks? Hey, maybe he'd come across a couple who'd want him to join in on their celebration of love!

A fox could hope.

[ooc: NFB, and for she who knows who she is!]

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place: currant

Currant, Maine, Monday

Ezra had been left in charge of groceries today.

The upside of this was that it was a well-known fact that Ezra was rarely lacking in money, so letting him handle buying things was a solid enough choice on that front.

The downside, of course, was that he was a fox with poor impulse control. Meaning he'd bought very little of anything with any real nutritional value. And since he was also lazy, he wasn't very interested in actually putting any of the groceries away, now that he'd made it back from the store. But neither of these would be a problem before Lock came back. So he definitely had time to sit down and devour this can of Ben & Jerry's, now. He had to! Otherwise it might melt from just sitting there on the counter with everything else.

He was a hero.

[ooc: IDEK. Open for calls/texts/whatever!]

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place: currant

Currant, Maine, Wednesday

The thing about Ezra was that he was very, very adaptable. He'd adapted quickly to living in Fandom and at the island's whims, and he'd been equally quick to adapt into living in Currant. For the most part, anyway. Small towns were on the boring side when they didn't throw random weather events or invasions or multiverse-busting capers at you at random intervals.

But there were days when he didn't fully mind the lack of things to do. Like this one. It was raining outside, but not a lot. Enough that the sound was a pleasant continuous background noise, and the smell of rain wafted in through the window that was just barely cracked open. Lock wasn't at home, either. The house was quiet.

Perfect time to be sprawling on a bed, reading Dickens.

Yes, really.

He had a Purgatory shift tonight. Plenty of time to put his public persona back on then.

[ooc: NFB but open for calls/texts/courier pigeons (though no promises on those last ones not getting eaten omg)! ETA: Dante thread NSFW because of course. Sigh, boys.]

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Room 210, Wednesday Evening

Post-shift, Ezra was enjoying some very well-deserved relaxation by doing nothing. He thought it was well-deserved, anyway. He'd had to stand around at a store all day! And not even eat the candy that he was surrounded with? Did anyone understand what strength of will that called for when you were someone like him? He thought not.

So now he was sprawling on his bed with a magazine and a bag of candy.

Yes, candy.

Yes, even though he was supposed to get cake sometime soon.

He lived a good life, what could he say?

[ooc: Door closed, expecting one! And I'm done spamming.]

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Room 210, Friday Afternoon

It'd been almost two weeks. Ezra was starting to be okay. Which was to say, he'd repressed the hell out of the fact that he'd seen ––

You know what? No. Let's just not go there. He'd been thoroughly over it once he'd stopped shaking and wanting to puke his guts out (after he'd felt like he already had). And that had been the very same day already, so. He was done with it, and had been for almost two weeks.

(The less said about said two weeks, though, the better. Unless you happened to be a fan of questionable coping methods.)

Things were just fine now. He'd just finished packing up a box of his winter stuff that he needed to send up to Currant to Ava for safekeeping, and was currently just standing by the window, looking up towards the sky. Maybe today he'd go out exploring.

Get into trouble.

[ooc: Open door, open post. ETA: Dante thread going NSFW, no surprise to anyone.]

Room 210, Friday Afternoon

It took Ezra a while to notice the message. He'd slept in, then only really paid attention to his phone enough to play several rounds of some stupidly addicting game where you matched jars of paint or tipped over lemurs or something, one of those. It was Friday. He found it hard to care about the outside world too much on Friday mornings. Friday evenings were all about the outside world, but mornings were Ezra time.

But the afternoon was closer to the evening. So he actually bothered to check his messages. A few random reminders from Ava, a note from Lock, someone asking if he was going to be in Boston next week, and ––

Well. That one.

He stared, for a while. Processing. Trying to refuse to do so, but the way his life had worked out so far, he hadn't a lot outside of stark realism left in him, no matter what airs he put on around other people. He dealt in facts. And the facts here were not good, and his stomach twisted, and he could feel a tremor start up in his arm, and a voice in the back of his mind began to whisper something it hadn't whispered in a long time ––

He turned his phone off.

And then he began packing. He needed to be somewhere. Wasn't sure where, but somewhere. Just, somewhere that was Not Here.

[ooc: Door open, post open.]

Room 210, Thursday Afternoon

In what was by now his classic fashion, Ezra had been MIA a lot lately. Blam Alistair. Or Ezra being lazy about getting back from Currant when it was so much fun to get very crisp bacon every morning, courtesy of Ava's natural skills.

But, yes. He was back. Lazing about with his shirt unbuttoned, reading a fashion magazine he'd no doubt picked up from a news stand somewhere before continuing on his merry way without leaving anything in return.

Oh, and he had candy. So, good day.

[ooc: Open, yes yes!]

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Room 210, Thursday Afternoon

~~Even if it was largely handwavy~~ Ezra was having a great week of meeting some new people around the island and then getting better acquainted with them. He remembered this from last year, too, and he appreciated it for what it was: a brief moment in time when other people seemed to exist in a world that was a little closer to his. Because let's face it, he was already willing to enjoy other people and let them enjoy him at a moment's notice as it was, pollen or no pollen.

Still, even in such a busy week, he still managed to find some down time. And he was spending it by eyeing the contents of his closet critically. Trying to decide on what to wear for going out tonight.

You know, if he actually managed to go out tonight. The dorms could be awfully interesting sometimes.

[ooc: Open post/door, it is shameful how bad I've been at getting him out this week.]

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Room 210, Tuesday Afternoon

Ezra was having a lazy day.

No, it didn't particularly differ from a regular day in his life. And he thought that was an absolutely beautiful thing. He was done with his responsibilities for the day, and was just doing whatever, now.

Right at this moment that 'whatever' was grooving along to a song playing on the radio while he put away some things he had dumped all over his desk previously. Some of the things were actually his this time! And not things he'd found in other people's pockets, either.

[ooc: Open door, open post, the usual.]

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Room 210, Saturday Late Afternoon

After his stint at the picnic, Ezra was finally unpacking his bags without the intention of re-packing them anytime too soon. He'd even been told there weren't any specific Coterie assignments on the horizon, although he wasn't exactly type to take that without a grain of salt. Still, he wasn't about to have a bag waiting around for the next time he had to go.

So he was sorting through his things, as well as some things he'd... acquired, over his stay in and around Boston. Funny how many phones and wallets ended up making their way into his bag. He handled them with the same idleness as he did the shirts he'd left with.

Shirts went into the laundry bag, the stolen goods into one of his desk drawers. Everything had its place. He was more methodical a person than he tended to let on.

[ooc: Open door, open post, maybe my boy will actually stick around for a while now.]

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place: room 210

Room 210, Tuesday Morning

Ezra had missed all of last week's hubbub on the island. Various kinds of Coterie stuff back home, nothing very interesting. Nothing worth reporting to anyone on.

In fact, he'd missed a lot of things on the island recently. Even his birthday had sort of come and gone, weeks ago. He'd celebrated with some random beutiful people. It'd been okay.

And while he was here now, he wasn't intending to stay very long. He was just back to pack a bag of some things he hadn't thought to take with him before, and then he'd be off back to Currant for what was sure to be a not at all awkward holiday time with Ava, Lock, and Cade. (And, yes. He was going to go see his family, too. Obviously. But you didn't hear it from him.)

Now, where was that one black button-up shirt...?

[ooc: Open door/post! *makes vague attempt at pre-Christmas activity*]

Room 210, Late Tuesday Afternoon

Ezra was bored.

Not that there was anything new about that. Even with all its quirks, compared to his life in and around Boston, Fandom was a pretty quiet place, most of the time. He was used to more things happening. He'd be loathe to say he missed running more Coterie errands – he very sincerely did not – but working at the Purgatory? It had more than enough excitement happening to keep him occupied.

Not so much here.

And long story short, this was how he ended up slowly padding barefoot around his room, reading a book. There was music on in the background, but he wasn't really paying any attention to it. It was just some extra noise.

[ooc: Half open door, fully open post, *flops over*.]

Room 210, Sunday Evening

Ezra had slumped face first onto his bed.

He'd been in Boston for most of the weekend. Working the bar at Purgatory, then a night of several Halloween parties and the inevitable encounters with fun, pretty people. No wonder he was exhausted. And thus having faceplanted right into bed in last night's clothes as soon as he'd gotten his bags in through the door.

Was he even awake? Debatable.

[ooc: Door cracked, post open! I am traveling home and on tiny phone internets so some SP applies.]

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Room 210, Tuesday Morning

Ezra'd been gone for a couple of days.

Some Coterie stuff to deal with right after the break. And some quality time with Lock and Ava –– separately, because apparently they'd cycled back to being very weird around each other right now. Sigh, it was such a hassle. Why couldn't they think of ~~their kid~~ Ezra? So inconsiderate. He didn't want two Christmases.

Anyway. He was back now, unpacking his bag, its contents currently strewn all over his bed. And, well. It would've probably been easy to tell what he was unpacking was not entirely what he'd left with. The battered paperback copy of A Tale of Two Cities was perhaps his, sure. All the clothes, too, of course.

But no one needed six wallets.

[ooc: Open door, open post. ETA: NSFWness in the Dante thread!]

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Room 210, Sunday Afternoon

Ava and Lock had meant to come visit this weekend. Or possibly Ava or Lock, since they were still being weird around each other. Because they were idiots. But in the end, neither ended up being able to come by. Some Coterie whatever, the usual. Alistair with an errand or something.

So, Ezra was spending his Sunday the way the gods had intended him to: by sprawling on his bed. And flirting with people over texts.

It was pretty great.

[ooc: Method RP as far as the doing nothing goes. Open!]

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Room 210, Sunday Afternoon

Ezra had stolen a stereo earlier in the week.

He hadn't exactly forgotten about it, but things had come up since then and kept him distracted. So he hadn't really been thinking about it, either. In fact, he wasn't thinking about it right now, either.

Because he was sprawling on his bed and texting Lock details about some of the things that had kept him busy over the last couple of days. Lock did not seem very appreciative of this. Which in turn made Ezra snicker to himself.

Hey, Lock was still texting him back, wasn't he?

[ooc: Primarily for one, but can be open chronologically before his arrival! Also, let's call the Dante thread pre-emptively NSFW.]

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Baltimore, Thursday Evening

It was best not to ask how Ezra had managed to shoplift the stereo. (Okay, technically it was a boombox, but anyway. Tomato, another tomato. Still played CDs, at least!) All you'd have got out of Ezra by way of an answer would've been "Easily." And it was true! All it took was sticky fingers and some world class idle misdirection and charm and boom, he was out on the street with something that didn't belong to him under his arm.

Well, right now, he was in alleyway, stuffing said stereo more firmly in bag for easier transport back to the island. If it was going to earn him treats, he better take care of it until it found its way to its new owner!

[ooc: NFB, for one plz!]

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place: room 210

Room 210, Monday After Classes

So far, Ezra's new term was off to a great start. The picnic had been very good to him. Very good. Stellar, even. It had been a great reminder of just how unbelievably attractive this island was, and why it was worth sticking around even though he had to frequently drive back up to Boston for all his Coterie business.

And while he wished he'd had the idea of making sure all his classes fell more towards the end of the week before it had been much too late to do anything about it, his first class of the term had been easy. So, things were good on that front too.

And now he'd earned the right to sprawl on his bed with a delightfully meaningless gossip magazine. With his door open because hey, maybe some of his delightful newbie picnic would revisit him. He would definitely not mind.

But, he was feeling far too lazy to go seek out people himself, of course. He'd done his part by opening the door and looking pretty. It was really someone else's turn to do something now.

[ooc: Oh so very open door/post!]

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A Bar, The Mainland, Friday Evening

It was obvious from the moment they stepped through the door that this place was going to be loud. There was a small dance floor to one side, and the bar proper to the other, and the place was packed with people.

Ezra's fingers were practically itching for all the pickpocketing opportunities.

In fact, when he bumped into someone on the way in... Well, now he had a little more spending money. And a reason to turn towards Ronan with a grin. "So, first round, what are you having?"

[ooc: NFB, for the grumpy guy, por favor!]