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[Nov. 25th, 2009|07:42 pm] |
Who: Anyone who's seen her post here (or any of the ones prior, or anyone who's been told by a friend or a friend of a friend or y'know, anyone.)
Where: Anne's place in Key West
What: Orphans' Thanksgiving Weekend
Warnings: Knowing this group? Probable.
When: Thursday mid-day through whenever the leftovers are gone and/or everyone goes home.
There was rain predicted later in the day, but just at the moment it was simply cloudy, which suited Anne just fine, since it meant she could leave both sides of the house open so she could see people coming and not smoke everyone out with the turkey roasting. The bird had been in the oven almost long enough, and at that particular moment she was basting again, her hair looped up in a braid to keep it from getting into anything.
(ooc:Party thread folks, food's in the kitchen, games are in the back room, music's in the front, smoking's out on the back patio. Eat, drink, be merry, talk amongst yourselves, don't make a mess and if you do, clean it up. I've got sub-threads for locations, but feel free to start your own, I'm rarely so organized.) |
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[Oct. 31st, 2009|06:36 pm] |
Who: Anyone and everyone
Where: Guildhall, New Orleans
When: Midafternoon Oct 31st until everyone goes home.
What: Paaaartaaay!
Warnings: More than likely!
The lower level of the guildhall was done up like a Starbucks from Hell, with authentic branded crap onna shelf, sucky music over by the bar, and authentic baristas, all having died of something hipstery. There was coffee and booze and snacks, there was a dance floor cordoned off in one corner, and most of the other rooms were open for lounging or milling around.
The Birthday Girl was, at that particular moment, near enough to the door that she could greet all comers, but far enough away that she wasn't a foreboding presence. She was dressed as Anne Bonney, men's shirt, well-worn navy uniform pants, a belt made of rope and a pirate sword on one hip and a blunderbuss on the other. Her hair was tied back with a double-knotted twist of twine, and her tattoos were almost all visible.
(post, thread, mingle and hang out, talk amongst yourselves, be prepared to have Henn and her crew, crash any and all threads) |
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[Oct. 26th, 2009|08:09 pm] |
WHO: Annie and Brendann
WHAT: Just talkin'.
WHERE: A tea/coffee place in London.
WHEN: Nowish
WARNINGS: Nah.
She'd texted Brendann last week asking if he wanted to go get coffee sometime, and he'd finally gotten back to her. She'd mocked him for being a Big Important Chef Type, then settled on a date and time. And now she was sitting at a corner table, legs crossed, happily sipping black coffee. It felt good inside - it was getting damn cold around here lately. She had wondered more than once how it'd be in Scotland this week. |
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[Oct. 12th, 2009|11:56 pm] |
Who: Brendann Brennan and Brenda Annn Turner.
What: Mother/son dinner!
Where: Brendann's restaurant.
When: Monday night.
Warnings: Just cute!
( Peanut butter and pickles are a no. ) |
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[Sep. 12th, 2009|12:25 am] |
Who: Brendann Brennan & Serenity
Where: Brend's restaurant and slash or office in London
When: Wednesday evening, shortly after this
What: Tinysaur delivery!
Warnings: Possible, but unlikely.
( And we shall call it 'this land' ) |
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[Aug. 31st, 2009|07:39 pm] |
Who: Star and Brendann
Where: Star's borrowed apartment above the shop in London
When: Sunday night
What: Ice cream!
Warnings: Possible, but unlikely.
( Global Warming? I don't care! ) |
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[Aug. 31st, 2009|08:06 am] |
Who: Open to everyone
What: Life support
Where: Teague's art studio, London
When: Tonight around 5pm
Warnings: TBD
( Come to help yourself and others. ) |
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[Aug. 4th, 2009|03:36 am] |
Who: Brendann Brennan and Miniver Cheevy.
What: Miniver meeting his new nephew.
When: Early Tuesday morning.
Where: Coffee shop in London.
( Yay coffee! ) |
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