[open logs] A day with Josh

[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

Josh is... kind of back to normal, after watching the Yankees suffer a devastating - and embarrassing - elimination from the baseball playoffs, dealt by the Texas Rangers. He's still a little more subdued than usual, though. Come hang out with him.

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Breakfast, then morning training session

[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

Re: Breakfast, then morning training session

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

[Ali's in the Danger Room, spinning about on her skates a little ways off from everyone else. She spots Josh's board over his shoulder and grins, skidding up to him.]

You board, Foley?

Re: Breakfast, then morning training session

[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

Hell yeah, I board! Skate and surf, that is. Except the surf sucks around here.

Re: Breakfast, then morning training session

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

Dude! [Ali put out a hand for him to give her some skin.] You ever rock a half-pipe? I've been dying to find someone else who'd help me build one, I was thinking back by the lake.

Re: Breakfast, then morning training session

[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

I always just go to the one downtown.



But we can build one here, too! I know you know someone who could do a little making of things.

Re: Breakfast, then morning training session

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

[Ali scoffs at the notion of going to someone else to make a half-pipe. How ridiculous!]

I know how to make one myself, but what's the point if I'm the only one's gonna use it, hmmm? Besides, Forge is really better at the gadgetry and stuff. He's always busy making some gizmo or other, I doubt he'd even take a coffee break for a half-pipe.

Afternoon classes

[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

Late afternoon

[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

Evening after dinner

[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

Re: Evening after dinner

[trainedweapon.livejournal.com]

[Laura is in the kitchen, eating quickly and silently. She hears the boys in the living room, but is confident they will not bother her. Following Bobby's injury, Laura has been hard to find, if anyone has bothered to look. She has skipped DR, regular training, and class. In fact, she's been taking to sleeping in the woods again, just as she had for a good month before finally entering Xavier's. Then, it had been because she wanted to make sure she wasn't being followed. She's coming inside now only for food and showers at all hours of the day and night.

It's how she copes with having feelings for one stupid Bobby Drake. Feelings he doesn't return.]

Re: Evening after dinner

[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

Yo, Laura! Haven't seen you much lately.

Re: Evening after dinner

[trainedweapon.livejournal.com]

[She heard him coming, of course. She hardly glances up from her pancakes, shoveling more into her mouth.]

Hello.

Re: Evening after dinner

[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

We've still got tons of snacks... you want to join us for the second half of the game?

Re: Evening after dinner

[trainedweapon.livejournal.com]

No, thank you. [She gets up, comes around the island to put her empty plate in the dishwasher. This is also over towards Josh.] I am not hungry.

Re: Evening after dinner

[arliddian.livejournal.com]

LMAO. STUPID BOBBY DRAKE. AAAAAHAHAHA I LOVE IT!

Evening, post-football

[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

Hey, check this out. I printed off one of the pictures from the London Eye for you. You said you might want to make a little ice city! Remember?

Re: Evening, post-football

[never-too-cold.livejournal.com]

[Bobby's just out there because there's been a lot going on and he wanted to think for a while. Girl-related drama is exhausting and sometimes even ice cream won't help.

He's glad for Josh's company, though, because Josh is his friend, and he's also not a girl.]

Yeah, I remember. Thanks!

Re: Evening, post-football

[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

No prob. So. What's going on with you?

Re: Evening, post-football

[never-too-cold.livejournal.com]

[Bobby hesitates for a moment, tossing up whether or not to lie and say 'nothing', or to be honest. He decides to go with the latter because Josh is a good friend, and it's been a while since he's been able to talk out his issues with another guy.

He shrugs and kneads the back of his neck with one hand, a sheepish smile on his face.]

Nothing much, I guess. Came out here to think. Girl issues.

Re: Evening, post-football

[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

Ah, yeah. Hmm. Girls are always trouble.

Nighttime

[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

Re: Nighttime

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Julian has been more or less MIA today. He's been training, studying in the library, and more or less getting back to his usual work ethic: keep going until shit gets done, get it done, keep going some more, eventually go to sleep. And do it all with energy and a smile.

Really, if anyone ever sees Julian when he's honestly, truly goddamn exhausted from the crap weighing him down, it's Josh. So when Julian walks in, throwing his keys and wallet on his desk and falling onto his bed, Josh might know it's one of those days.]

Homo. [That's Julian's usual greeting before his face hits the pillow.]

Re: Nighttime

[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

Jackass.



And how was your day?

Re: Nighttime

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

Fucking long. [Julian says this gruffly, turns his cheek to the pillow so his voice isn't muffled.] Yours?

Re: Nighttime

[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

Um... I watched football instead of doing homework.



Crap.