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[Apr. 1st, 2008|02:45 pm] |
Who: Damion and everyone who can conceivably be there.
Where: Damion's home
When: The afternoon of April 1
The whole thing had actually been Alainna's idea. Something about a spring afternoon garden party with practically public invitations. She'd lit up at the thought of planning such a thing and Damion hadn't cared to refuse her. It kept her distracted, anyway, which was preferable for him for now. And she seemed keen on inviting not only the sort of people they normally socialized with, but anyone she'd ever even briefly met. And most certainly she wanted those of her kind among them.
That was likely her consolation to Damion for humoring her with the party.
And it might actually manage to take his mind off his concerns of late. Off the fact that there seemed to be some other player in his game, on his turf. Someone involving themselves far too closely with the people he had taken a particular interest in. And the oracle-child could (would?) tell him nothing.
Better to play the charming host for a few hours, watch his wife smile, and possibly get a few hooks into a few new people.
At least Donovan seemed to be coming along nicely. And Matheson, if he could learn to keep a reign on his temper. Among others. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|08:49 am] |
Who: Seth and ?
When: Early morning on the fifteenth.
Where: A newsstand in DC.
What: Seth finds out Star's gone missing.
One thing Seth despised about this city was the cold and the icy wind that got funneled between buildings, cutting through anything you might be wearing, chilling you to the bone. He'd hated New York and Boston for the same reason and the only thing that made DC even marginally better was that it was further south. Winter didn't last quite so long. In fact, the only thing that made winter even marginally better, for him, was the storms that whipped through the area. He always liked a good storm, even if ice came with it. But he hated being cold.
So one could certainly understand why he was walking in a hunched sort of manner, hands buried in his pockets, chin stuffed into the collar of his leather jacket, moving quickly toward the escalator that led down into the Metro. All he wanted at that particular moment was to escape the chill February wind on his way to find an early morning breakfast. His attention was caught, however, by the morning headline as he passed a newsstand. And a picture.
He stopped, backed up, and leaned in closer to read the story, heedless all of a sudden of the cold air. The article told about how, the night before, intruders were reported breaking into the apartment of a particular "star" of the District social scene. She was now missing. There was no ransom note but the police were, of course, pursuing every lead, et cetera.
Had Ra-Bella done this? Seth's lips curled as he took the paper with him and stalked away, ignoring the complaints of the person manning the stand. If she had, she had better be prepared to give Star to him.
If she hadn't?
Someone was going to die. |
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[Feb. 11th, 2008|09:30 pm] |
WHO: Susan and David
WHERE: Susan's apartment, at least for starters
WHEN: Valentine's Day evening
WHAT: David needs somewhere to go after getting the police first to Star's apartment, and then to his parents' house.
Susan was actually planning on spending a quiet night in. She'd had a couple weeks' long work at the museum, and Valentine's Day seemed to be intending on being uneventful this year. While she did sort of miss the idea of spending Valentine's Day with someone, she was just as happy not to have to worry about it. And all the pink and red and white was sort of nauseating.
It had been warm the past couple of days, but was turning chill now. Thus her windows were closed and her heat was on, although not so much so that she couldn't hear the tap-tap-tapping on the windowsill.
A little curious, she bundled herself up in a bathrobe before opening the window to see what was so interesting on her windowsill. |
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