alwaysatthebar: (stern)
brief exposition )

[Coming out of the hall of the missing, April flicked on the network device and stared calmly into the recorder.]

It would seem that Jack Simon --some of you may have known him as November 11-- has left the city. I will be tendering his belated Note of Resignation to the proper authorities at City Solutions today and will do my best to tidy up any loose ends until a replacement can be found.

Until then, please limit your inquiries except for in cases of emergencies. They won't be handled otherwise.

[disconnects]

[Now to determine the best manner to avoid going crazy. Perhaps tomorrow she'd...]


((ooc: Back from hiatus! If you get an old tag (and they are old fml), feel free to drop the thread. I won't mind! I hope no one's done this yet)
alwaysatthebar: (stern)
[Irritated, surly, frustrated, wound-up, overwrought, angry. April knew a hundred ways to describe what she was feeling and not a single one of the them was supposed to be possible. Cue more frustration as she continued whipping up the icing, laving it unto the misshapen cake she had made today in firm strokes that nearly destroyed the too warm cake.]

[Had she mentioned she was a mite impatient as well?]

[But that was another thing she never did. Bake. Sure, she made the odd fish and chips here and there, heated up a tv dinner there, even dabbled a bit sometimes in grilling, but April didn't bake. If she felt like something sweet, she bought something sweet. Her job didn't always leave her time for domestic chores but today she felt compelled. She couldn't get him out of her mind.]

[muttering]
July better appreciate this cake.

[Exasperated, April stood there, hands on her hips as she eyed it critically, not pleased with the results, but not willing to spend another Indigo on a cake mix when she'd already been through two. Throwing up her hands, she tossed her dirty utensils into the sink with all the rest.]

Whatever. I'm done with this. [April picked up her device, hoping to find an outlet for her stress when she noticed the recording. Narrowing her eyes, she swore, flicking it off. What the hell?!]

((ooc: borrowing Umi's temper and need to bake for people she loves idea.))

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