-5 MCA, Friday Afternoon/Evening

[talentforlying]

John had gotten the surprise of his fucking life this morning. In a good way, that was, and while it had taken a few moments for him to wake up enough to realize what, exactly, was coming out of his shower-head, he had figured it out eventually.

A call and a bribe to get a same-day delivery of a few giant bottles of Culligan and a water cooler from the mainland, a trip over the Causeway to the YMCA for a godsdamned shower with water and a shopping trip for the appropriate accouterments...

It was getting on towards dinner time by the time once he was back and had everything he needed. The door to his flat was propped open, text messages reading my fucking taps are running absinthe come fucking help me enjoy it, music on and food available.

Fuck yeah Constantine was indulging. And no, he wasn't lighting his sugar cubes on fire, that shit was for showy amateurs.

[OOC: Open post! If you think you got a text, you did, or feel free to stumble over Constantine's Bad Choices.]

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[talentforlying]

"I dropped out of high school and graduated from the school of 'didn't get myself killed fucking with magic,' what's your point?" he laughed. "Hell, you might be the only college graduate in the room."

Was there college in space? Fuck if he knew.

"Fandom tends to value practical experience over a paper degree. In fact, I'd bet good money that most the staff doesn't have any official diplomas, except Jon's husband. He went and shacked himself up with a doctor."

[arboreal_priestess]

Yeah, Verity was coming to question all sorts of things about the island today. Like who was in charge of the hiring practices here.

"I, uh, haven't met Jon," she said. "Or any doctors. I guess they're not ones for stopping by bars?"

She really needed to get out to more places than just work, clearly.