smilestopscars: ([neu] come with me if you want to party)
The big room at the circus center might not have been much to look at, but it was all a-buzz with excitement on this Tuesday evening as friends and family of the center's spring class of beginner-level aerial silks gathered to see the showcase.

Several rows of chairs had been set up for the audience, and there was a table to the side where refreshments could be cheaply bought while the performers were still changing into whatever they were planning to wear for the show, and/or trying to talk each other or themselves out of stage fright jitters.

For now, the long strips of silk hung empty from the ceiling, but that would change soon.

[ooc: NFB, and for those invited! OCD up, have at!]
smilestopscars: ([neg] murder)
One of the weird things about the change in how the Coterie functioned was that sometimes, Ezra and Lock got summoned to Boston for something completely innocuous and, frankly, boring. Today's task, which involved the two of them sitting in a booth at the Inferno? Some updates to their insurance paperwork.

Or at least, that was what Alistair had said: 'some updates'. Judging by the papers, it was more than some. Although it might also have been less the amount of paper and more Ezra's dwindling attention span that was the actual problem.

"My eyes are glazing over," he whin-- complained. Okay, no, whined. "I think I'm going blind, Lock, do you think I can go blind from boredom?"

Lock just sighed, heavily.

Ezra let his forehead thunk against the table. "I can't do this anymore."

Sure, it wasn't killing people, or even torturing anyone! And it was amazing they had insurance now - medical, dental and vision. But that didn't mean he had to like it. And so, he didn't.

[ooc: IDK. NFB, open.]
smilestopscars: ([neu] leaning in)
"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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