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It's Saturday morning and Song pads through her apartment, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She draws the curtains to let the sunlight in, getting energy from its warmth, before she makes a beeline straight for the fridge, her stomach growling loudly. She frowns when she realizes she doesn't have eggs or bacon or ingredients to make pancakes which is atrocious! Because breakfast food is the best food and every Saturday morning since her adoption has been filled with amazing breakfast foods.

She groans a little before perking up again. "That's okay! I'll just check out what kind of breakfast Siren Cove has to offer. Nooo problem. Then I can visit the recreation center."

Satisfied with the game plan, she runs back to her room, changing out of her pjs and into a pair of shorts, a grey tank, and a red plaid shirt. She finds delicious pancakes at Quill, where she also finds the friendliest service and gets a discount for being "a new face". After finishing the cinnamon swirl pancakes and milk, she's off to find the Thornton Recreation Center which...isn't all that hard to find. Song's eyes widen when she sees it. The place is huge and looks state of the art, different compared to the rest of the town. When she gets inside, she's like a kid in a candy store--there's so much to do! Dance classes, a spa, tracks, swimming...she's a little bit overwhelmed and the receptionist has to fetch her a glass a water to get her to calm down.

She fucking loves recreation centers.

After chatting with the receptionist, Song has a pamphlet and a schedule of events and classes held at the recreation center. And with no job as of yet, she plans to attend every one. And be successful at every one. Because that's what a Holladay does. Overachieve at every damn thing they do. She signs up for more classes than she can currently remember, filling her phone's calendar with dates and times, even grabbing the receptionist's personal cell number, before she's off to explore.

Her first stop is where her heart and soul practically live--the dance studio. She's happy the center not only offers courses, but has empty floors available for private practice as well. Plopping down in front of the mirrors, Song stretches, displaying some of her unnatural flexibility. Once she's limber again, she plugs her phone into the speaker system and starts an old routine.



ooc: Hello, this is Song's official intro into the game, wooFind her at the recreation center! I imagine the room's glass so anyone can watch the dance routines going on. Feel free to catch her in the studio or run into her in other parts of the rec center.

Date: 2014-08-24 03:10 am (UTC)
andwehowl: ([happy] lil smile)
From: [personal profile] andwehowl
"Ewww, I don't want your germs on my food!" Kitty smirks. "Sharing is fine. My aunt is a big fan of sharing."

Date: 2014-08-24 03:20 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] andwehowl
Kitty laughs, bumping her back. "Sounds like a plan to me! And you really don't have to treat... I don't mind paying. At least use my member's card?"

Date: 2014-08-24 03:32 am (UTC)
andwehowl: ([happy] r u srs~)
From: [personal profile] andwehowl
Kitty pulls out her wallet, handing Song the card. "It's awesome, yeah. I mean, 15% off smoothies is worth it all on its own. But you also get a free personal training session every month and you don't have to pay for a locker or towels."

Date: 2014-08-24 03:43 am (UTC)
andwehowl: ([happy] lil smile)
From: [personal profile] andwehowl
"Oooo! Muffins? You shouldn't have," Kitty grins, sniffing hers and sighing at the smell of warm blueberries. "You are my favourite person in the world right now, I hope you know that."

Date: 2014-08-24 03:50 am (UTC)
andwehowl: ([normal] noms)
From: [personal profile] andwehowl
"Damn! I'm not letting you go home now, sorry. I love freebies," she replies, tearing into the muffin with gusto. Kitty is not one for eating delicately and it shows. "But yes, muffins are my secret. Any food, really. I eat like a horse."

Date: 2014-08-24 04:00 am (UTC)
andwehowl: (Default)
From: [personal profile] andwehowl
"I'll just come live in your place then. My aunt's been trying to drive me to live in town anyway," she chuckles. "I'll just tell her that I'm living in your closet, mooching off of you."

Date: 2014-08-24 04:24 am (UTC)
andwehowl: (Default)
From: [personal profile] andwehowl
That makes her laugh so hard she actually snorts. Song doesn't know how close to the mark she just hit. "Well, my name is Kitty," she points out. "I'll be your own personal housecat. Disdainful and fluffy."

Date: 2014-08-24 04:38 am (UTC)
andwehowl: (Default)
From: [personal profile] andwehowl
"Ehhh... No guarantees. Cats are notoriously fickle. Maybe I'll spend entire days just refusing to explain exactly what I want."

Date: 2014-08-24 04:01 pm (UTC)
andwehowl: ([happy] smug)
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"Always," Kitty laughs, taking the smoothie and sliding her own across the table. "You try mine too. I swear, you will die happy if you do."

She takes a sip of the strawberry, sighing happily. "Yep. Just as good as I remember."

Date: 2014-08-24 08:59 pm (UTC)
andwehowl: (Default)
From: [personal profile] andwehowl
Kitty laughs. "Told you so. I have excellent taste in food, okay. I will never steer you wrong in that regard."

Song Holladay

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