Toronto, Monday Night, Fandom Time

Sparkle hadn't even stuck around after he'd woken up in a hotel room this morning. He'd taken one look around, and then dialed Portalocity so fervently it had been a wonder he didn't break his phone. And nobody could blame him for it, either, so help him. That was the second different future version of himself he'd looked through the eyes of, and this was the second time those eyes were the eyes of a guy who had spent all too much time in prison.

It was good to be back in Toronto. Even if he couldn't remember the specifics of a lot of the weekend, he knew damn well that he'd rather be here right now than on the island. And there was a new girl showing up to the home tonight, which meant that they had to do their ritual greeting.

( He'd barely made it into the living room with his tin whistle in time to start playing. )

[OOC: NFB for distance, chock-full of establishy canon bits, and lifted pretty much directly from Habitat. Open for phone calls or whatever, but for SP because bedtime is almost upon me!]