skald_iona:

Iona had kept mostly to herself for months now. Ever since her almost-not-in-reality wedding...the shame and humiliation had left her isolated in her own mind. It had taken some coaxing (and a little flirting) but Halbjorn had finally convinced her that her self imposed exile was needless - selfish, even. And truly, how could she deny her Prince anything - even her company?

So she had shyly asked for Vernique to help her find a dress and to aid her in preparations for the premier of He-Man. She had to admit - it felt nice...good, even, to be dressed up and to feel the thrill of anticipation of an unforgettable night to come.

dolemecknight:

Dolemeck returned from New Orleans after taking the time to finally explore his own sexuality. The woman he had met in the city decided it was best if the two just parted ways, as he lived too far away for her. It broke Dolemeck's heart, as that was the first person he was truly intimate with. But Argo told him there would always be other women and to keep his head up.

Once back in New York City, he was once again in that empty apartment. His boss at the used bookstore called, offering his job back, so he decided to take it to give him something to do. And that is what he was doing now.

Dressed in a white dress shirt, an apron with the book store's logo upon it, some black slacks, and some dress shoes, Dolemeck work at the counter of the store. He smiled and helped anyone who needed it. he even figured out how to work the register, now. Even how paper money worked. if only his cousin could see him now. He would be proud.

weakerlink:

Kayura had a long night talking with a ghost she had been trying to help. He wasn't actually that bitter about his death. He was just tired of waiting for something to happen to change his situation. They had figured out what might help him.

He had become fond of chess after learning it from a British business rival when he was a young man. So much so that he became a master at the game. He enjoyed the skill it took to play. While he was not famous in tournaments he still felt like he was a master of the game.

What he decided he really wanted was one last really good game. Only problem was that Kayura only knew how to play Go.

Maybe Amiko-san knew someone who played chess. She rubs her face a bit getting rid of the urge to sleep for now then knocks on Amiko's door.

"Amik-san? Are you busy?"