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It had been a very busy Valentine's Day so far- first, there had been getting up early for services, after which Watts and Steven headed back home to grab their bags and head to their hotel. After settling in (and enjoying some of the champagne and strawberries Watts had arranged), they'd headed out for an afternoon at the beach and then a nice dinner.

Now, they were back in their room - well, not in the room, strictly speaking, as they were out on the terrace, getting ready to make s'mores. Though the temperature had cooled somewhat from that afternoon, it lacked the biting chill of a winter evening back east.

"Here," Watts said, handing over the back of vegan marshmallows that the hotel had provided.

Blackwood Grove, Saturday Morning

Saturday, February 14th, 2026 02:27 am
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Adrian woke up slowly, his face buried in the softness of Rey's hair, feeling the slight weight of her against his chest. He knew he should be getting up, he'd had plans for slipping downstairs to make Rey breakfast (he'd been perfecting his heart-shaped pancakes for days now) before she even woke up, but now that he was awake, he couldn't convince himself to move just yet. It wasn't that he was worried about jostling her and waking her up, or even just that his cabin held a bit of chill in it and that staying under the blankets with Rey was warm and cozy, but just that he was so happy and content with where he was that he honestly just couldn't make himself move.

Breakfast could wait. Morning snuggles couldn't.

(For the lady, pls!)

Angie's Seafood, Baltimore, Maryland, Thursday Evening

Thursday, February 12th, 2026 10:33 am
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Lydia hoped the Supper Club was in the mood for seafood, because she was! And if Adrian didn't show up she would absolutely be smuggling some back for Mr. Boston, because she was a good friend.

And if they weren't in the mood for seafood, they shouldn't have put her in charge could always have steak. See? Bases covered.

Welcome to Supper Club, everyone!

MCA #1, Wednesday afternoon

Wednesday, February 4th, 2026 07:08 pm
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Steve hadn't noticed anything going horribly wrong today until he called back to Honolulu when Hawaii finally woke up. Chin's lazy "Howzit," reply had led to Steve unloading about how he actually was for two solid minutes before he could get himself to shut up.

So now he was working from home. In his room. With the door locked.

Very normal.

[OOC: for Danno.]

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