Hello, you've reached Sky Tate. I'm not here right now, but if you leave your name and number after the beep, I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

*bing!*

When Sky awoke on Sunday morning and had gone through his usual routine of wake-run-shower-dress, he came back to his room and turned his attention to the letter he'd handwavily received from S.P.D. on Friday, which he'd been too busy to focus on. He read it once, blinked hard, and read it again to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

( Cut for length )

Sky realized he was staring at the letter with his mouth open, shut it, quickly folded the letter and threw it on his desk.

Finding Dru. He'd almost forgotten about him- but how could he forget? More importantly, how could he turn an opportunity like this down?

But there was another problem. Could he leave Fandom? His friends? Troy? Sky rubbed his face with one hand and decided to think about it, and think hard. He had to come to a decision soon, and he knew it would be one of the most difficult ones he'd ever made.

[Establishly, but can be open, sure, especially if teammates or friends or the boyfriend or... anyone is around. I'm going to be dropping Sky within a few days, so now's the time.]

Sky was sitting at his desk, reviewing his notes. He was uncharacteristically squeamish and nervous, unable to sit still, tapping his feet, then his pencil, then drumming his fingers on the side of a nearby bottle of water. Maybe because the door was open, in the fervent hope that a certain someone he hadn't spoken to in over a week was around.

Not that he was anxious, dying to talk to him and worried sick or anything. Oh, of course not.

[Expecting a certain boy, but totally open if you want to set it chronologically before he comes.]

Sky decided his room needed straightening when he got home from work. No particular reason. Not like he wanted a distraction or anything, nope. So there he was, dusting, re-organizing his underwear drawer, wiping his desk and shelves off, making his bed, polishing a certain S.P.D. helmet not dirty. He had the window open, as it was very warm and pleasant outside, and the door propped open in case anybody stopped by.

[Oooopen.]

Sky's mother was strange sometimes.

In addition to a birthday card, she'd sent him a stack of catalogues with a cheerful Post-It attached informing him that he needed more fashionable things for whenever he was off-duty, and she'd be happy to buy him a present if he picked something out. He carelessly set the stack on the side of his desk, not feeling like clothes shopping at the moment... or perhaps ever. Besides, he was sure Syd would be more than happy to pick something for him if he'd ask.

Instead, Sky sat on his bed to meditate. He wasn't feeling particularly stressed at the moment, but still enjoyed the way he always felt focused and relaxed afterwards.

The door was open.

[Post is open. I'm feeling better after a nap, but not 100%, so pings may be a wee slow.]

i has plaaaaague :(

the special pukey kind. i had to leave work early and bleeeggghhh

so needless to say, Sky & Tom won't be around til late, if at all today. sorry folks :(

( Eye candy... or Sky candy (very worksafe, maybe not brainsafe) )

That is all.

Sky was tired from a pretty busy day today- being a lion and getting "hunted" by Sokka was particularly exhausting- so he was relaxing on his bed with a book. Paintball was still at the top of his mind- he wanted to try something new, but also didn't want to end up exhausted, bruised and covered in multicolored paint on his birthday, even though he was quite sure nobody here would know or care about it.

The door was open for visitors.

[Post is open as the open door is implies. Expecting the boyfriend, but all are welcome.]

Sky had had a very busy but very fun weekend. First thing yesterday had been breakfast from a nice lady in the common room, before lots and lots of playing out on the lawns, followed by a big Grape Judas Squishy from Turtle and Miss Bob, and a well-deserved nap in Troy's room.

Today was even busier. It had started off with breakfast from Lt. Kerrigan, followed by freaking out Mr. Manager, building a helichopper at Host Club, visiting Anders, and finally stopping by Adam's room. Now he was very weesleepy and needed another nap. He put his weetiny plastic Red Ranger helmet on his nightstand and curled up on his bed, cuddling his pillow and quickly falling asleep. He thought about seeing if Troy was in his room, but that could wait.

Mikey was nowhere to be found; Sky assumed he was wee, too, and was off playing with other kids. He might not be back for a while, if ever!

[Mikey's absence modded with permission, just in case. Linkdroppy liekwhoa, but door is also completely open, especially in case certain boyfriends are around.]

Sky was woken up by something soft nudging him in the face. Then snuggling into his neck and staying there.

"Not now, Troy, 'm not in the mood," Sky mumbled sleepily, before snapping awake. Troy wasn't there. So what was...? Sky rolled over onto his back and peered down onto his chest. There sat a handful of brightly-colored, hopping chicks and bunnies- red, purple, blue, yellow, pink. More were on his bedspread, his nightstand, and the floor.

Peeps. Sugary sweet cuteness.

So unhealthy in such quantities, and really not what he wanted to wake up to.

"Go bother Sokka or something. He'd be happy to eat you. Go on," Sky yawned, not even pausing to consider the fact that he was talking to candy. Said candy did not go away as instructed, however... instead, two of the bunnies tossed themselves into his yawning mouth, so he snapped it shut and, not knowing what else to do, ate them. "There. Are you happy now?" The Peeps were not, apparently, and swarmed all over his face. Sky groaned, but kept his mouth shut. This was going to be a long Easter.

[Door is closed, post is open, ESPECIALLY IF A CERTAIN BOYFRIEND IS AROUND. SP is inevitable, as I have family coming over and a shitton of food to consume.]