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[Nov. 28th, 2009|02:41 am] |
Who: Cass & Soren (and whoever decides to interrupt)
What: Happy cozy snuggle time in front of a fireplace
Where: Swiss Alps cabin
When: Nowish
Warnings: Man, you never know with these guys.
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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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[Nov. 23rd, 2009|07:21 pm] |
Who: Henn & Sami & Zev & anyone else who drops by (yeah, it's an open log!)
Where: The Snake Pit Bar & Grill, New Orleans
When: Monday eveningtime
What: Stuff and things!
Warnings: There is a distinct possibility, will update as necessary
( Like rusty old nails, at the bottom of the sea )
(ooc: post, expect tags from one or all staff members, talk amongst yourselves, have fun!) |
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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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[Aug. 18th, 2009|10:38 am] |
Who: Henn & Sable
Where: Sign of the Weasel
When: Monday night
Why: To clear up some things
Warnings: ZOMG TEH AAAANGST
( Long log is long ) |
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[Jul. 7th, 2009|12:08 am] |
Who: Soren Skwigelf and Henriette Stillman.
What: Soren's a good step-husband.
When: Monday afternoon.
Where: Wolfpackhouse.
Warnings: Swearing. Will update if needed.
( Cuddles. ) |
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[Jun. 30th, 2009|10:09 pm] |
Who: Henn and Steve
Where: Beach at Tortuga
When: Tuesday afternoon
What: Sparring for fun
Warnings: Hen's sweary on occasion, shouldn't be anything worse than that.
Henn of course knew right where the portkey dropoff was, and she'd been keeping an eye on the spot while she stretched. She'd only been on the island a few minutes herself, limbering up and letting herself get used to the difference in climate between London and the Caribbean.
The weather wasn't bad, really, in fact it was actually quite balmy, and there was a nice breeze, in the shade it wasn't bad at all, which she was thankful for, since she needed what she called 'millionty proof' sunscreen just so she wouldn't burn.
She was in her usual workout clothes, a tank top and yoga pants, the outfit left most of her tattoos visible, she had her hair pulled back to keep it out of her way, running herself through a starting kata just to make sure she was ready. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|10:29 pm] |
Who: Henn & Sadako
Where: Wolfpackhaus
When: Nowish
Why: Catching up
Warnings: Not likely, maybe some swearings.
Henn had had to get away from the noise that was New Orleans, even at the almost-outskirts. Her parents had things well under control after all, that and she realized that none of them had probably thought to check on the animals since the outbreak started.
So she'd gone home, she figured she'd check on the fuzzies first and then send out a general call to the rest of the Amoeba to see if anyone needed an extra pair of hands or a rescue or even just a supply run. Just at that particular moment she was sprawled on the floor with Arthur on one side, Dog on the other and Mamba playing king of the mountain, all three of them positively thrilled to see her. |
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[May. 27th, 2009|11:46 pm] |
WHO: Sable Skwigelf, Cassidy Turner, Henriette Stillman, and Soren Skwigelf
WHAT: Wolfpack conference time.
WHEN: Sometime within the past couple of days.
WHERE: Cass's apartment
WARNINGS: Srs bsns
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the one-bedroom apartment is exponentially smaller than the house, leaving almost no personal space for the four of them; but after all that's happened in the past week or so, Sable certainly doesn't mind. Coming from the background she does, she feels very much at home in such conditions. She's learning -- or thinks she's learning -- far better how to read her housemates' body language and know when to give them space. Cass has always been the hardest.
But it's a nice environment -- Cass's typical cleanliness and order is less stark to her when the empty spaces are taken up by people, and love, and a good meal -- chicken spinach with white sauce, things that taste like luxury to her. Cass is, as always, an exceptional cook.
By habit of culture, she discourages serious conversation at dinner. Meals are not for business unless absolutely necessary -- and for what she feels is the first time in the time they've had together, there's no need to rush anything. There's nowhere to be but here, no deadlines to meet, no work to be done except eventually the dishes... Their most important work right now is the work it takes to make and keep a family together. |
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[Apr. 26th, 2009|10:19 pm] |
Who: Maison & Soren (with probable appearance by Henn, since she works there too)
What: Hangin' out. Sorta.
Where: Snake Pit bar, New Orleans
When: Monday eveningish
Why: Just 'cos
Warnings: not likely, but if any come up I'll update.
Maison had said he'd come by, and it was easy enough to find the place, mostly thanks to the neon sign, since the door was nigh on invisible, sandwiched between two storefronts. His brows arched at the expanse of the place once he was downstairs, grin spreading after a moment, glad that it was slow enough that he could make a circuit of the tanks before padding over to the bar and swinging himself up into a seat.
"Be right with you." Henn said over the noise of the blender, smiling up at him. |
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[Apr. 18th, 2009|11:48 pm] |
Who: Henn & Lilo
Where: Henn's apartment in New Orleans
When: Saturday, sometime.
Why: They both need more ladyfriends. And Lilo needs the advice.
Warnings: Talking about girlbits and sex toys, possibly some sweary, likely nothing else.
After her prior meeting with Lilo, Henn had given herself a sticky-note reminder to give the other woman a call to see how things were working out, and to work on round two, which was the specifics.
Henn was keeping an eye out on the street below while she made caramel pretzels, they were going to need snacks after all, and Henn believed in being prepared. |
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[Apr. 11th, 2009|10:56 pm] |
Who: Henn & Cass
Where: Wolfpackhaus
When: now-ish
Why: no reason
Warnings: possible.
Henn was sprawled across the couch, leafing through the newest issue of whatever fashion rag showed up in bulk, tearing a page out occasionally, crumpling it, and tossing it to the floor for the cat. She charged some of them so that he'd end up with instant confetti when he pounced, but not all of them, deciding to keep him on his toes.
She'd already finished with her contribution to the mass of füds for the following day, and was just relaxing at the moment. |
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[Apr. 10th, 2009|11:33 pm] |
Who: Henn & Soren
Where: Beach out backa Wolfpackhaus
When: Now-ish
Why: Because!
Warnings: Probable.
Someone had thought it was a good plan to stop off at the cafe on the way home from work. That same someone had been out at the beach practicing for the past hour or so since getting home.
One of these days she'd learn better, until then she had a small stockpile of pebbles and shells that she was working on, giving each one a charge to various degrees, slinging them out over the water to watch the explosions. She'd come back inside once she wasn't so keyed up. |
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[Mar. 21st, 2009|10:23 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | aphrodite, ares, cassidy turner, cthulhu, dean winchester, henriette stillman, melpomene, psyche, purifiers plot, sadako yamamura, soren skwigelf | ] |
Who: Cassidy Turner, Ares, and open to all the people that they recruited.
What: Rescuing some people, killing some others
Where: North Korea, working their way to Bad Guy Lair #1
When: Tonight
Warnings: Blood, guts, gore, swearing, you know. The usual stuff.
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[Mar. 7th, 2009|10:15 pm] |
Who: Henn & Soren
Where: Backstage and then casa de Amoeba
When: Now-ish
What: Stuuuuf
Why: Just 'cos.
Warnings: duh. They can't go five minutes on their own without being NSFW
( Que sera sera in black and pink ) |
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[Feb. 24th, 2009|02:05 am] |
Who: Abby Sciuto and Henriette Stillman
What: Meeting for ice cream!
Where: Chicago
Warnings: None
Abby arrived at the address that she gave her and smiled. It had been a while since she had physically gone out to see someone and she was excited. Plus, she wanted some good ice cream. She wondered what they had as she walked in, looking around for the girl that could almost be her twin. She was wearing knee-high buckled boots, a plaid skirt with chains and a black roller derby t-shirt. She was wearing her usual spikes and pigtails at well. She was a little nervous. It's not everyday you meet someone like this. She was still getting used to this world and how it was traveled. |
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[Feb. 15th, 2009|01:17 pm] |
Who: Henriette Stillman & Whoever (Open log, multiple threads encouraged)
Where: The Snake Pit bar, just at the edge of Old New Orleans
When: Sunday afternoon/evening/night
Why: Boy!Henn has a bartending shift, that's why.
Warnings: possible, it is a bar and Henn works there. Will update with specifics if necessary.
Sami, the bar's proprietor, had been wholly amused by Henn's new look, as had most of the dancers. The snakes could care less, since he still smelled the same, and Henn was curious to see if anything changed from bartending as her usual self, to bartending as a guy, mostly curious to see if Soren's prediction of fewer tips due to lack of cleavage would turn out correct.
He surveyed the room, smiling crookedly and shaking his head, just leaning against the bar. Herbie, one of the bar's snakes, a red-tailed boa was draped over the back of his neck, apparently just sleeping, tongue flicking out lazily on occasion. It was shaping up to be a slow night, which was nowhere near as much fun as a busy one in Henn's opinion. |
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[Feb. 14th, 2009|08:50 pm] |
Who: Soren Skwigelf and Henriette Stillman.
What: Valentine's!
When: Saturday afternoon.
Where: Wolfpack house.
Warnings: Durr.
( Sweet things! ) |
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[Feb. 14th, 2009|01:14 am] |
Who: Sable and Henn
Where: Sable's shop.
When: Saturday, sometime.
Why: Because.
Warnings: probable.
Henn had realized, sometime after recovering from Thursday and Friday, that he had completely neglected to mention any of this plan to the fourth quarter of the wolfpack. This was clearly something that had to be remedied immediately.
Or, in typical Henn fashion, played with.
Sometime after lunch a young man walked into the shop, Henn's distinctive eyes hidden behind sunglasses, and the equally distinctive dye job hidden under a spiffy hat, namely a pinstripe fedora that he'd borrowed from Cass. The tribal tattoos of Kitten were still somewhat visible under the cuffs of the jacket, and Kitten himself was likely nearby, "So, I'm looking for a book for a friend of mine." He said, leaning against the counter, "I'm pretty sure it's blue." |
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[Feb. 12th, 2009|09:23 am] |
Who: Henn, Cass, and probably Soren
Where: Switzerland (I think)
When: Thursday morning-noon
Why: Practice run for Fat Tuesday Pancake Feast (and Henn's got a surprise)
Warnings: Highly likely. Very highly likely.
Henn was, as promised, back that morning and making pancakes, bobbing along with the electric Zydeco coming from the small boombox on the kitchen counter. He was just a little surprised that the soda had actually worked, and just a little more surprised that he'd actually been able to sleep the night before.
He was still a little apprehensive about the reaction this was going to get, but not enough to call it off, clearly. Once the second batch of pancakes was on the griddle he reached over to thumb on the coffeemaker, just waiting for the rest of the household to come downstairs. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2009|11:04 am] |
Who: Henn & Soren
Where: Switzerland yaaaay!
When: Now-ish
Why: EVOLPLANZ!
Warnings: None likely for once, will update if anything happens
Henn knew that Soren was sulking, but that hadn't ever stopped her from bothering him before, and it certainly wasn't going to stop her now.
Of course, she was being smart and/or cunning and was bringing snacks, thumbprint cookies and caramel milk. Being the sneaky thing that she was she slipped into the room through the Backstage, "Hey you. You too mopey for snacks and helping me out with a diabolical plot?" |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2009|10:29 pm] |
Who: Cassidy, Soren, Sable and Henn
What: Impromptu dance party!
Where: Switzerland
When: Now-ish!
Warnings: Very yes.
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[Jan. 2nd, 2009|11:59 pm] |
Who: Henn and Miniver (and the snakes)
Where: The Snake Pit in New Orleans, after hours
When: Now-ish?
Why: BECAUSE!
Warnings: uh, maybe some drinking and babytalk at the snakes, can't think of anything else.
It had actually taken Henn a little closer to half an hour to actually get there, she sometimes forgot just how long goodbyes and 'I'll be back soon's could take.
The Snake Pit was a quiet enough bar even when it was open, and if it weren't for the sign over the door and the large-numbered address, it would've been near-impossible to find when it was closed, given as how it was a door between two storefronts, the bar itself taking up what had once been storage space beneath them. It was comfortably warm, thanks to needing to keep the place the right temperature for the snakes, and Henn was sitting on one of the tables, giggling at Herbie the red-tailed boa as he attempted to climb down her shirt. |
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[Dec. 26th, 2008|10:28 pm] |
Who: Henn & Soren
Where: Switzerland, again. Still. Whatever
When: Friday evening-ish
Why: It's that time of year. And/or just because.
Warnings: Look at the who, and now ask yourself: "when are there not NSFW warnings with these two?"
After making sure that Cass was okay, and actually was okay (and also well on his way to being asleep), Henn had meandered her way downstairs and gone to clean up the rest of the cinnamon roll mess in the kitchen. Not a lot left, really, just the dishes, and that was easy. Henn kind of liked doing dishes, really, it was therapeutic and she still had energy to burn, which was probably why she was bobbing and singing along to the Rocky Horror Punk Rock Show while she scrubbed. |
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[Dec. 21st, 2008|08:20 pm] |
Who: Lulu Skwigelf and Henriette Stillman.
What: Last minute gift shopping.
When: Sunday evening.
Where: Malls.
Warnings: Possible swearing, but not really.
( Women are wily. ) |
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[Dec. 20th, 2008|12:11 am] |
Who: The bartender and the booklady (Otherwise known as Henn & Sable)
Where: Switzerland, still.
When: After furry beings have gone to bed
Why: Because they need to spend more time together
Warnings: Possible, will update if necessary Yep, girlkissing.
Henn was glad, really, that the new arrival had been unanimously accepted, and she couldn't help but smile at the fact that he was currently conked out in a ferret-tangle, snoring softly.
"So, that went well." She said, grinning over at Sable from her sprawl in front of the fire, "Better than I was hoping even, poor little guy." |
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[Dec. 14th, 2008|12:40 am] |
Who: Henn and Soren
Where: Switzerland, again.
When: Now-ish, maybe earlier
Why: Just 'cos.
Warnings: probable.
It had been a long day at work. Well, it had been a normal-length shift, but with half the dancers out sick with food poisoning along with the two best waitresses, AND an unexpected convention in town that had nowhere else to go after the community center closed up early due to a power outage, it had seemed longer than usual.
Henn wasn't as buzzed as she usually was coming home from work, but she wasn't exhausted either. She never had caught just what the convention was for, but all of the participants had been hard to get a good bead on, but they were polite enough and didn't have difficult orders.
She had decided to walk up the block instead of just slipping out of the Backstage and directly into the house as usual, smiling as she dusted snow from her hair, toeing out of her shoes to leave them by the door, right in line where they were supposed to be. |
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[Dec. 13th, 2008|01:42 am] |
Who: Cass and Henn
Where: Still in Switzerland
When: After Cass' playtime with Soren
Warnings: buckets of angst is most probable and others are likely, will update with specifics as needed.
Henn was more than a little buzzed thanks to the energy in the house, and she was thankful for that, since she knew what was coming next and knew it wasn't going to be easy, but it was something that needed to be done. It was a conversation that needed to take place, and sooner was always better than later with that kind of thing.
At that particular moment she was stretched out in front of the fire, chin resting on stacked fists, just watching the flames, eyes half closed, not dozing, really, but certainly giving the impression of it. |
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[Dec. 8th, 2008|10:13 pm] |
Who: The Wolfpackamoeba (Henn, Soren, Sable & Cass)
Where: The Wolfpackamoeba's rented cabin in the alps
When: Now-ish
Why: because
Warnings: Probable.
( I get by with a little help from my friends ) |
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[Nov. 29th, 2008|04:32 pm] |
Who: Robbie Winchester and Henn Stillman.
What: Saving him from his "girlfriend".
When: Saturday afternoon.
Where: A university library in London.
Warnings: Besides swearing, I doubt it.
( Help! ) |
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[Nov. 26th, 2008|07:02 pm] |
Who: Henn & Soren
When: The same time as Cass & Sable's outing
Where: The Wolfpack's rented chateau in the alps
Why: Because Henn's taking advantage of a situation.
Warnings: Probably yes.
Almost as soon as Cassidy and Sable were down the block Henn was digging Christmas presents out from the bottom of her luggage where she'd stashed them, humming to herself as she padded down the stairs with them so she could wrap things in front of the fire where it was warm.
Besides that she'd left the box of wrap and ribbon and stuff. Kitten wound his way down the banister in her wake, chirping along with whatever it was she was humming. |
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[Nov. 13th, 2008|08:03 pm] |
Who: Missouri Mosley & Cassidy Turner
Where: Missouri's shop
When: Now-ish
Why: Because of Cass needing to sleep.
Warnings: None that I can think of, will update if that changes
Henn had called ahead to make sure that Missouri had some time open, glad to find that she did, after that it was a quick walk through the Backstage to get to London, since she A, wasn't leaving Cass by himself and B, figured walking was easier than a portkey.
Missouri smiled when they arrived, flipping her sign around to 'busy, back soon' and herded them both inside, closing and locking the door behind them, "Well well well." She eyed Cass a moment, nodding once, "You're the one who needed sleep and more sleep ain't you. C'mon in, usually do this kind of thing in the kitchen, more comfortable." |
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[Nov. 8th, 2008|10:39 pm] |
Who: Alexia and Henriette
What: Celebratory Dinner!
Where: Wherever she wants
When: Now!
Warnings: Unlikely anything above swearing, but who knows.
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