Apartment Plans

<> Demiurge says "Pat, Sarah, and Daimon are in Pat's house. With an unused plate of brownies."

<> Demiurge says "Shannen is probably at her cafe."

Pat picks a brownie apart, eating it. "Hm."

Daimon eats a brownie. "Next time, I make 'em with pot."

Daimon says "If you're going to give brownies to demons, you might as well make them mellow."

Sarah gives Daimon a mildly rueful smile. "Please label them as hazardous, if you do."

Daimon says "Okie. I'll stick little labels on them taped to toothpicks."

Shannen abandons her cafe temporarily and heads upstairs to the apartment, heading for the phone and its accompanying book of numbers and names.

Sarah looks a touch bemused. "Ah, thank you."

Daimon says "No problem."

Shannen searches the book patiently for Sarah's number, making it a point to try and commit it to memory.

A phone number for Sarah is indeed in the book.

Shannen takes some time reading and rereading the number adn then picks up the phone and begins to dial it.

The celphone in Sarah's pocket vibrates.

Sarah starts, then picks it up, a touch sheepishly, and answers. "Schaeffer here."

Shannen smiles brightly and settles onto her couch. "Hey, guess who? No wait, don't, you'll get it easy. It's me, Shannen! How are you, life is good? Wow I missed everyone - just got back and all."

Daimon eats a brownie, and hunts around the apartment for a newspaper.

Sarah says, a touch startled, "Shannen? It's good to hear from you. I hadn't heard that you'd made it back."

Pat looks pained.

Sarah glances toward Pat. Eyebrows lift.

Pat looks back at Sarah, apologetically.

Sarah smiles, warm (and just short of amused).

Shannen rolls over onto her side, grinning maniacally. "No one tells anyone anything anymore, huh?" and giggles "Just today, and I've only seen." A pause "Marath, Daimon and Liz. How've you been while I was on my little sojournment?"

Pat finishes his brownie, and takes a cigarette into the office area.

Daimon follows Pat into the office area, newspaper in hand.

Sarah watches said Daimon move. "Keeping busy," she understates. "But then, don't we all?"

Pat boots his computer and tries to remember his password to his ISP.

The article on the second page of the newspaper seems to be about a drastic crash in the fruit market, specifically in bananas.

<> Sarah says "If the words "Corporeal Song of Bananas" come into this game at any point, I will go to England specifically to throttle the GM. :)"

<> Pat will be in the next seat over.

<> Demiurge smiles sweetly at Sarah and Pat.

Daimon says "Hrm."

Daimon looks at the date on the paper.

The paper has today's date.

Pat says "What is that, the Post?"

Daimon says "Yeah, this is weird."

Pat finally remembers his password, logs in, and checks the Post's web page.

The Post's web page seems also to have the same article about bananas on it. It looks genuine enough.

Pat says "Bananas."

Daimon says "Weird."

Shannen ohs softly "Yeah, I know that. I was just wondering today - and this is going to sound weird weird, probably. But how is the violinist doing?"

Pat says "Kobal is released, and there is a banana shortage."

Daimon says "Sometimes there's a fine line between being Funny and being just lame. This is getting old quickly."

Sarah says into the phone, "He's well enough last time I saw him. We - the Library - managed to unravel a touch of the, ah, cause of his amnesia."

<> Pat beams. Daimon is starting to see the Kobal's not all that cool. Excellent. :)

Daimon says "Christ, you'd think he needs a new schtick."

Daimon flips to the want-ads.

<> Demiurge says "You've managed to track who he was when he was an angel, Sarah."

<> Demiurge says "And contact a few of his friends from then."

The want-ads all seem much as normal.

Shannen giggles and brightens immensely "That's GREAT. Wow, I'm just really curious and worried and interested and stuff - you understand, right? Do you think he'll be back to normal and everything? .. Oh, and I was wondering - have you seen Aron?"

Daimon looks for two bedroom apartments.

There are some two-bedroom apartments out there, in a variety of locations.

Daimon looks for one in the Georgetown area, knowing that his savings could probably help the hit in cost considerably.

Sarah says, rather gently,