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RD: Café Brio
Welcome to Café Brio! The laid-back, but quite spacious coffee shop has been around as long as any of the kids here can remember, and is the number one spot to meet people and just generally loiter around. Open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, it maintains a reputation for world-class coffee and snacks that are always fresh. Couches are available for lounging, studying, and even napping. Make yourself at home and stay as long as you would like!
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  • But if I move my place in line I'll lose
    And I have waited, the anticipation's got me glued
    I am waiting for something to go wrong
    I am waiting for familiar resolve
    -- Aiden, Tue, Jan 17 2006, 3:19am MST


    He had been excited at first to be teaching more higher level courses this term, because though he appreciated the enthusiasm of the first year students, he thought that it would be nice to work with some more scholarly folks. He was the major english lit buff, afterall, and loved to be able to have real meaningful discussions - as opposed to teaching composition to kids just out of high school. However, now that he was helping his TA grade the lengthy, challenging papers that accompanied third and fourth year teaching responsibilities, he was kind of having second thoughts. That was how he found himself out here at the coffee shop in the middle of the night - messenger bag slung over his shoulder full of work to read over and assess. Really though, he had another reason to be there. It wasn't like he had to have these done by morning. He just couldn't sleep. He'd been fidgety ever since the dean had approached him the day before yesterday and told him that the faculty was willing to grant him his year's sabbatical because he had been with the same department for nearly seven years now. Though he was still so young, he had been working solidly for a long time, and it would be nice to have a year to go study for himself - maybe write a book or something. That was part of the most favorable benefita of being a university professor, wasn't it? He worked hard and long, and then got time off to further his own studies. There was no way he could teach until he was ready to retire without taking some time to pursue concentrated study or accomplish something meaningful - it was even part of his responsibility as an educator, really. He just wasn't too sure what he was going to say to Keila. Though of course he was expecting her to be excited for him, things had been so good lately, and a whole year was a long time to be gone - because of course he wouldn't stay here. He was thinking probably either Oxford - he had some colleagues there who he could work with - if he wanted to study or write, or he had heard that a school in Kibera, in Kenya, was in need of a teacher. It was a lot for him to think about, and it was exciting, but still worrisome at the same time. Keila meant the world to him, and he didn't want to lose her again. His mind wandered easily as he sat alone at a quiet table in the corner, nursing a tall black coffee and staring at the wall - his bag unopened at his feet...


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  • Your love is gonna drown.. -- Aislinn, Tue, Jan 17 2006, 2:15pm MST

    I wish we could open our eyes,
    To see in all directions at the same time.
    Oh what a beautiful view,
    If you were never aware of what was around you.
    And it is true what you said,
    That I live like a hermit in my own head.
    But when the sun shines again,
    I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.


    She liked winter training. The cold froze her nearly to the core and she liked it the same way that she liked to take scalding showers that turned her skin red and set off the smoke alarm with all the fog and steam. She was strange that way, she liked things to the extreme. She loved gliding through icy waters, having a running nose and picking icy salt crystals out of her waist length blonde hair when she got out of the water. She loved the slow way that she unfroze, little by little, as she sat in the cafe, near the fireplace, with a warm Chai Latte, her favorite, curled up on a chair, observing the other people.

    She had been trying her best to get her act together, but with the cold, less time on the beach and for running on the beach, fewer daylight hours, and no cups to piss in to make sure she was clean, she found herself lured into the night, into the dark, into the drugs. It was easy to put something in her body, up her nose, down her throat, and forget about all of the other shit for the night, and she usually put enough into herself that she could reasonably black out another whole day and night if she tried hard enough. It was nothing new, she had done it as a girl, she had quit for a couple of years, when she had been going hard, going pro, but the stalemate of the winter, of the ice and the snow, they drove her out of her mind. She was completely sober right now. She always managed to bring herself out of it enough for some light training, but she was out of shape and she did the winter surfs for the feeling, really, not the training.


    Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole, just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound..


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  • Yes, I've become a rock 'n roll cliche
    -- Deryk, Wed, Nov 30 2005, 9:36pm MST
    He'd been gone for the past two weeks on a tour and had called her a couple of times just to say hello and see how she was but he wasn't exactly the most doting guy in the world, especially when he was off on tour. He tended to get a lot of attention when he was off on tour, it was good for publicity and for his own spirits. It was also good to be home though, especially when he came sauntering in on the phone with his manager talking about signing a new record deal with a big name company. So far they had just been playing the clubs and trying to get their name out there but it seemed someone was finally listening. A smile played over his lips as he flipped shut the phone and flopped his lanky form into the couch, kicking up his feet and getting comfortable. A few minutes of just vegging had him bored before the minutes were even up so he pulled out his cell phone, flipping through the phone book to find someone to talk to before he finally decided on her. His thumb lifted to hit send before he hit the speakerphone button and tossed the phone on the couch next to him, there was no one in the lodge and he wasn't exactly worried about keeping his conversation private.


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  • -- Kelci & Analeigh, Mon, Nov 14 2005, 12:04am MST
    Twelve months had passed since she had found out she was pregnant and now in her arms was the product of nine of those months. The baby was tucked in her pink blanket and held against her chest as she made her way into the lodge, her brow furrowed against the cold. Damn car had broken down again, it sucked having no money, she had never ever guessed how much a baby could cost, even though the Marita's had been extremely helpful she just couldn't accept money from them even though Rico tried to sneak it to her all the time. Pressing a kiss to the babies forehead, she headed over to the fireplace and laid her on her blanket, quickly make work of changing her and putting clean, warmer clothes on her. It hadn't been easy, she was working a shitty hour, low pay mall job where she got treated like shit but it paid some of the bills at least and Jewel and Karlie both loved having the baby around so she always had a babysitter. She had quit the bar right after that night at Karlie's, found another job about two weeks later. She had been sick a lot for the begining of the pregnancy but then she had settled down and everything had gone very normally. Of course, labor had been painful and long but the end product was definately worth it, the baby was adorable and everyone commented on how pretty and happy she was. Kelci was happy too, most of the time, though sometimes she kind of stuck on how quickly life changed.


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