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[Feb. 9th, 2010|11:57 am] |
Who: Momos, Ate, Hestia and possibly, Hades.
What: Momos exerting his fatherly rights...with some help because Ate is mean.
Where: Their Ate's apartment
When: 9 AM this morning.
Warnings: More Momos bone breakage is a definite possibility.
Appearing in front of Ate's door, Mos felt the ward up and sighed. She was without a doubt the stubbornest bitch this side of Ossa. Deciding to wait for Hestia and Hades, Momos leaned against the wall and crossed his arms as he stared at the door. He knew she knew he was out here. |
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[Feb. 7th, 2010|06:50 pm] |
Who: Cass and Sable
What: Getting through to her the only way he can think of
Where: Castle Von Wolfpack (More a two-storey home than a castle)
When: Sometime in the evening, Sunday.
Warnings: Deep Discussion? Possibly a little swearing from the boy.
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[Feb. 6th, 2010|09:02 pm] |
Who: Kakia and Momos
When: Right after his lovely reunion with his wife
Where: Her home.
Warnings: Always possible with her.
She'd been excited at first to hear her brother was back... but the need for medical attention had her more worried than anything as she waited. Having sent any others in her home away, she'd prepared the bedroom for him, and a martini for herself, waiting impatiently.
She'd kill whoever hurt him. |
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[Feb. 6th, 2010|11:56 am] |
Who: Ate and Momos
What: Reuniting
Where: Their Her apartment.
When: Now
Warnings: Swearing, throwing things, death threats, possible murder?
Appearing at the front door of their apartment, Mos was amused to find that Ate had flung a ward up against him. He knocked politely on the door.
"Really? A ward, darling? Come on. Let me in." |
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[Feb. 6th, 2010|11:36 am] |
WHO: Antigone, Sam, Alexandra & Kitt (one of these things is not like the other)
WHAT: Family dinner
WHERE: The Winchester Home
WARNINGS: Language? The guns have been hidden
The flash was instantaneous and like that, the Palace was gone and both Kitt and Alexandra found themselves in the foyer at the house in London. Not Anne's personal home, but the Winchester family home. Thankfully, both of them were dressed, having been on the beach, and Alex frowned. Antigone stood there, at the foot of the stairs, a small smile on her face.
( Read more... ) |
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[Feb. 5th, 2010|10:33 am] |
Who: Damien and Davis
What: Training, private lessons
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: The London Youth Center
Warnings: None so far, but will update if needed.
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( He was a quck learner. ) |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2010|06:51 pm] |
Who: Kitt and Anne
What: Talking
When: Recently
Where: The beach at Troy
Warnings: Not in the traditional sense
Day... whatever. And so far, Alex hadn't been back to visit him. No one had been back to visit him.
He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. But then, he'd also not been sent away, so maybe it was just coincidence.
For now, he'd decided to take a neutral stance, trying not to dwell on the lack of company, or be worried that he hadn't heard anything.
A walk on the beach would do him some good. It wasn't the ocean he was used to seeing, but it was still beautiful. |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2010|02:45 am] |
Who: Sable Harris and Nobody Owens.
What: Date night at the graveyard.
When: Tuesday night / Wednesday morning.
Where: Sable's shop, then the graveyard where Bod has been living.
Warnings: No idea.
( The Owens boy. ) |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2010|12:15 am] |
Who: Robbie Winchester and Torii Sou Wartooth.
What: Post-proposal squeeing.
When: Tuesday night.
Where: Mordhaus.
Warnings: No idea! I'll just go with a yes.
( Cut. ) |
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[Feb. 1st, 2010|01:46 am] |
Who: Puck and Kurt
What: Kurt got peeved and hid Puck's favorite cologne.
When: Sunday night.
Where: Their dorm room.
Rating: Uhm. PG-13? Puck has a mouth on him sometimes.
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[Jan. 31st, 2010|11:19 pm] |
Who: Cassidy Turner, Miniver Cheevy, Teague Brennan, Henn Stillman and Soren Skwigelf (With possible others, who the fuck knows.)
What: Shit happens.
Where: London
When: Tonightish.
Warnings: Bad things.
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[Jan. 30th, 2010|10:31 pm] |
Who: Satan & Mephistopheles
What: Introspection, self reflection
Where: Somewhere in north-central Africa
When: Tonight
Warnings: TBA, if anything.
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[Jan. 30th, 2010|08:16 pm] |
Who: Kitt and Anne
What: Coffee, talking, and tattoo removal
Where: A coffeeshop
When: Nowish
Warnings: None
While Kitt didn't particularly feel like talking, he did feel like having his tattoo removed, as easily and painlessly as possible. Doctors and lasers had their places, he was sure, but he much preferred the idea of complete erasure rather than a scarred reminder.
Of course, even without the tattoo removal, the opportunity to renew his friendship with Anne was worth the discomfort of a heart-to-heart talk.
Coffee never went wrong, either. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2010|04:01 am] |
WHO: Miniver Cheevy and Cassidy Turner
WHAT: Being a bit soppy... also apologizing.
WHERE: Casa del Wolfpack
WHEN: Nowish
WARNINGS: Angst, profanity, Issues...
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It's fairly late at night when Miniver shows up at the Wolfpack's home, but he has little fear of waking anybody. He enters with his own key -- it used to be Bill's key -- and heads straight upstairs to Cass's room.
There's a knock on the door, but he doesn't wait more than a couple of seconds before opening it, assuming it wouldn't be answered anyway. In the contrasting light, his silhouette might be mistaken for Teague's, briefly -- at least until he steps inside and closes the door after him.
He's carrying a number of things with him, and the first he sets down is a folding card table. He positions it carefully in the middle of the largest empty space -- decorative, symmetrical -- and on it he places five small candles, evenly spaced, and lights them.
Now he glances up to his nephew and flickers a brief, sheepish smile in the candlelight.
"Hey. Cass? I um... brought you some food." He shrugs his shoulder with a small backpack slung over it. "And some books. You should probably eat something. So um... If the table bothers you I'll take it away but I thought maybe you'd like it... get a little light in here, or anyway it's pretty, so..." He pauses, looking at the candles and fidgeting for a moment. "Please eat something? Marnie helped me make it, so it doesn't suck. I brought a sandwich with egg salad and some soup in a thermos... I dunno where you want me to put it... I have some grapes, too..." |
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[Jan. 28th, 2010|08:56 pm] |
Who: Petit & Ezio
Where: Guildhall
When: Right abouts now.
What: Interview (we'll call it that, sure)
Warnings: I'll let you know.
( Meanwhile, over in Munchkin Land ) |
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[Jan. 27th, 2010|12:19 am] |
Who: Raven and John Blackfeather
What: A Reverse Darth Vader. Raven's flock is growing. He's freaking out a bit.
When/Where: Tonight/ The tree behind their home in Alaska.
Warnings: Flailing? And a rating of 'A' for awkward.
( Raven didn't exactly handle change gracefully. ) |
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[Jan. 26th, 2010|07:19 pm] |
Who: Zevran and Ezio.
What: Two assassins walk into a bar.
When: Tuesday afternoon.
Where: A pub in London, near Ezio's flat.
Warnings: Swearing, possible lewd conversation, but nothing past that.
( There's no end to that assassin joke, btw. ) |
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[Jan. 26th, 2010|05:42 pm] |
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Who: Kitt and Alex
What: Dinner
Where: Roxy's
When: Tonight
Warnings: No
Dating, dating, dating, it suddenly occurred to him after the fact that he'd never been on an actual date before.
And it suddenly made him very, very nervous to even contemplate the idea.
Dating meant that he'd have to actually try to get to know someone, think of witty things to say, and not make a fool of himself as a first impression. It didn't help that Alex's mother was Anne of all people, but he tried very hard not to think about that.
He wasn't prone to sweaty palms, but that was the only thing he didn't have to worry about. Everything else was nerve-wracking. Formal but not too formal, foregoing the tie that was almost like a best friend. Worrying that he would look too casual without it, or too stuffy with it. By the time he arrived at the restaurant, his first stop was the men's room to splash some cold water on his face, count to ten, and try to control his nerves.
It would have been so much easier just to drink. |
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[Jan. 26th, 2010|08:10 am] |
Who: Sam Ford and Lindsey McDonald
What: Meeting for coffee and no revelations, really
When: Monday Afternoon (After the breakfast with Eliot)
( Didn't I just see you? ) |
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[Jan. 23rd, 2010|11:49 pm] |
Who: Zevran and Michelle Stillman
What: Weirdish bonding things
Where: Guildhall, just outside of NOLA
When: Tonight-ish
Warnings: Very unlikely, unless you count mild swearing.
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[Jan. 22nd, 2010|12:22 am] |
WHO: Miniver Cheevy, Artan, and Michelle Stillman
WHAT: Siblings reunited!
WHERE: Mostly New Orleans
WHEN: Now!
WARNINGS: Probable angst, possible discussion of or allusion to triggery subjects...
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Having been assured by Marnie that she was perfectly able to walk on her own and probably not going to give birth any time tonight at least, Miniver grabbed his coat and just about flew out the door. A few blocks and a portkey later, he was walking quickly towards the library Michelle had said she was in, puffing on a cigarette nervously.
Artan had told him about her. It had been a while ago, and his ex-alcoholic drug-addled memory is a bit hazy on a few things, but he remembers. And if Artan's reaction is ANYTHING like his own would be to seeing his (adoptive) sister turn up here after so many years, he figures this will not be an easy reunion.
He stamps out the cigarette and walks inside.
"Michelle?" |
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[Jan. 21st, 2010|03:03 pm] |
Who: Fiona Glenanne and Michael Westen
Where: An "undisclosed location"
What: Fiona making plans. This will probably involve explosions.
Warnings: It's Fiona Glenanne. She is not a safe person to be around. Neither is Michael Westen.
A resourceful woman, when suddenly transported to an unfamiliar world, can find a number of ways to make money. Some of them are even legal. Not that Fiona Glenanne has tried any of them.
The legal ways just aren't as much fun, after all. But she's a particular sort of woman, and selective, so she's limited herself to ... well, the sort of things Michael Westen wouldn't object to.
Except for perhaps the crate of semiautomatic MK46s she'd liberated and sold to a much better home, but honestly, some boys just don't deserve that calibre of toy.
Little by little, job by job, she's managed to leverage enough funds together to get the hell out of the UK. Away from whatever crazy splinter of the IRA would think it would be a grand thing indeed to blow up a traitor to the Republic of Ireland, one and indivisible, even though the man she'd turned in used patriotism as an excuse to murder children, and cared nothing for the weeping mothers and fathers of Ireland.
Wherever Michael Westen is, he doesn't seem to be in the UK. But wherever he is, she'll need to be able to find him without constantly looking over her shoulder.
And ideally in a place that offers a plethora of shoe shops. |
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[Jan. 19th, 2010|06:20 pm] |
Who: Nathan Ford, ditsy blonde NPC. (Narrative. Open, if someone wants to be at the restaurant, but it isn't necessary!)
What: Read it and see
Where/When: Some hoity toity restaurant/Tonight
Warnings: Possibly language. Possibly upsetting to the Leverage Team
( I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel. ) |
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[Jan. 17th, 2010|11:25 pm] |
Who: Artan Stillman, Dani & Dean Winchester
What: Baby's gettin' a tattoo
Where: London's "Permanent Reminders" tattoo parlor
When: Monday afternoon
Warnings: Tattoos, swearing, usual junk.
Artan had a pretty empty day that day, only a couple short-term piercing jobs and a two hour ink sling, so for the most part, he was working on sketching up new designs in his sketch book, as he took up most of the couch in the back of his shop. The stereo was playing the local classic rock station, and Artan felt reasonably old when he heard a song he listened to in middle school pipe through the four large speakers that were sneakily placed in the corners of the shop.
He cricked his neck and looked down at the memento mori on his sketchbook, and set it aside with a shake of his head. "Delia!" He called to one of the other artists, "You sterilize the shit yet?"
"Not yet, half pint, you want me to do that now?"
"If I want to do my damn job, yeah, that'd be nice. Get on that. That's why I hired you, so I could slack off and look pretty."
He wasn't expecting anyone he knew to drop by today. |
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