| |
[Nov. 13th, 2008|07:28 pm] |
Who: Greg House, Raymond Wood, Mackenzie House, Mariah Wood
What: Hospital time. Mariah was hurt, the family wonders why.
When/Where: Backdated to last night/The local hospital
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of violence, angst
Greg's anxiety over his son's injuries only fuelled his mobility, something that his former coworkers were currently lamenting. None of their usual tactics (taking the stairs, or in the case of one brave nurse, running away) managed to keep Greg from the chart, which he paused to read in the hall, while he caught his breath.
Scanning the police report, he couldn't stop himself from growling out a fuck, making one nurse approaching him turn on her heel and go back the way she came. Still, that was all the scene he made, instead moving down to Mariah's room, peeking inside to give Ray a little motion, to come meet him in the hall.
He handed the chart over, knowing the name mentioned as the attacker wouldn't mean anything to him, yet. He would let him see the extent of the damage, while he debated how much to tell his husband, right then. |
|
|
| |
[Nov. 9th, 2008|12:17 am] |
Who: Greg House, Raymond Wood
What: Domestics? Who knows, it's been a while.
When/Where: Tonight, their house to start
Warnings: Likely.
For whatever reason, Greg seemed to be most comfortable, running in the crisp autumn air; blame it on a life of living near water, and spending half that life running. Regardless, he had been spending an increasing amount of time out of the house lately- running to think, running to burn off steam, and now just doing so out of habit. He was up to two miles, a half hour altogether, though he usually stretched it into a full hour, taking a few breaks for his peace of mind.
This time was no different, a sweaty, somewhat winded Greg herding Romeo inside to lean against the wall. The dog trotted over to Ray to get the leash taken off, while Greg stumbled his way to the couch, plopping down next to Allie. "Boo."
Despite how nonchalant he was about it, she did squeal, squirming over on the couch to get closer to Greg. |
|
|
| |
[Oct. 31st, 2008|12:48 am] |
Who: Christine Brennan-Booth, Temperance Brennan and Seeley Booth
What: Booth and Bones picking up their daughter
Where: A park somewhere
When: Now
Warnings: Shouldn't be any
Status: In progress
Booth made sure to wait for Bones before they went to get this little girl that was now here, claiming to be their daughter. Well she was their daughter. That Vionus god person had said she was. But how? Booth had to admit, he was very attracted to Bones. Was even in love with her, but how could they have possibly put aside things enough to be together, let alone create a daughter?!
He had to admit, as he looked over her posts, that the little girl DID look a lot like Brennan. Those big eyes and that quirky smile. He found himself smiling as he saw hints of Parker in her face. She was definitely a relation. |
|
|
| |
[Oct. 26th, 2008|08:10 pm] |
Who: Greg House, teen version, and anyone likely to swing by the House house.
What: Adjustments, mutual annoyance, and loud music
When/Where: Backdated to this morning/ the House house
Warnings: Swearing, snark, and bad memories. Squared.
( 'Went down to the demonstration, to get my fair share of abuse... ) |
|
|
| |
[Oct. 18th, 2008|11:40 pm] |
Who: Mack and Harley
What: Coffee, discussions- insofar as they can, I guess.
When/Where: Right the heck now/ a coffee shop in the city near their houses
Warnings: None that I know of. I'll change if it's different.
Mack cranked up the Top 40s station in the car on the way over, trying to shake the feeling of melancholy that she always got on a Chopin kind of day. She was still bopping to 'American Boy' on her way up the stoop to Wilson's house, rapping on the door before giving a little twirl, just to get it out of her system.
For some reason she really didn't want to think about, she was excited to see Harley, past getting away from her father and his Mood. Even though they were a little short on the conversation, she was finding she really enjoyed his company, and how he acted around her, which said more to her than words ever could. Not to mention, he was helping Jimmy, and by extension, helping her. It was all win/win. |
|
|
| |
[Oct. 15th, 2008|01:52 pm] |
Who: Mack, Jack, and the kinderlach. Sounds like an indie band, doesn't it?
What: Visiting the family? It's a lesser-known beatitude
When/Where: This afternoon, the Dent-Cartier abode.
Warnings: Donuts, coffee, and discussions of muppets. Be warned.
Mack's day was looking considerably brighter, with her uncle letting her invite herself over for donuts. It even made Calculus bearable (insofar as it ever was, when she was asleep). Still, the teacher had given up yelling at her for it, so she made it out of the school unscathed, down to the pastry shop for donuts, then a Starbucks for the coffees.
She had to juggle the boxes after she got out of the car, to knock on the door, but she managed, by some unnamed talent.
"Uncle Jack? I've got the goods!" That twas likely to get a remark, but she figured he might need a bit of a grown-up joke, after spending the morning with his new ankle-biters. Erm. Sons. |
|
|
| |
[Oct. 9th, 2008|09:55 pm] |
Who: House, Wilson, Ray, Allie
What: A rare sighting of Uncle Chief
When: Tonight
Warnings: Once Allie is put to bed, it'll head to NWS real quick
Following Mackenzie's advice, Wilson knocked loudly and waited at the front door to be greeted. Inside, Romeo was barking his alert bark, which Wilson expected wouldn't be tolerated for long. Sure enough, after a moment, he head someone yell to be quiet.
As the door swung open, Romeo pounced on him, jumping at his legs in greeting. Even the dog could tell the difference between Wilson and his alternate personalities. He bent to pet the dog, hoping he'd settle, before looking up to Ray at the door.
"Hey. Uh. Um. You guys busy?" He offered a small smile. |
|
|
| |
[Oct. 7th, 2008|10:13 pm] |
Who: Wilson, Mackenzie House, and Harley Lawrence
What: Bike Shopping as a cover to a set up to intro Mack and harley
Where/When: Bike Dealer/Today
Warnings: Wilson (as himself) can be devious. A lot of nonverbal communication. Haha.
Wilson had given Harley the coffees to hold while he went to meet Mackenzie. He knew she wouldn't be late, given the promise of hot coffee. Like her father before her and any self respecting person in the House household, she cherished her steaming caffeine. The drink was nearly as sacred as booze.
He greeted her with a casual hug. His eyes were bright, and though he didn't wear a tie, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. Definitely Wilson, for the moment. He kissed her cheek. "It's good to see you." |
|
|
| |
[Oct. 7th, 2008|03:35 pm] |
Who: Edan McCoy and Evangeline Lennox
What: Some much overdo smut for these childhood sweethearts
When: Now
Where: Hotel room that Edan got for them
Warnings: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Status: In progress
( Patience has come to its end... ) |
|
|
| |
[Sep. 29th, 2008|07:38 pm] |
Who: Inman and open
What: Adjusting
Where/When: What passes for NYC/Today
Notes: Inman is logging his arrival, because he wouldn't have a clue how to post on the boards. He's from the Civil War era, so electronics are foreign to him.
He hadn't really felt the bullet rip into his side, he hadn't even realised he'd been shot until he started to lose his balance. He felt light headed and woozy, and the next thing he knew, his hands were slipping, unable to maintain a grasp on the reigns. He thought he could hear the horse's heart beat, or maybe it was his own, as he started to slip off the beast's back.
He hit the ground hard enough to knock the wind out of him. He didn't open his eyes right away, he felt as if he couldn't quite manage it. His body ached, his eyes felt so heavy, and he just wanted to sleep. He opened his eyes when his horse nudged him, and he looked up at the bright sky, blinking rapidly to try and clear his vision.
"Am I dead?" he murmured out loud. "Hello?" |
|
|
| |
[Sep. 27th, 2008|11:24 pm] |
Who: Aziraphale and Crowley, no longer Eden Matthews
What: Wine, discussions
When/Where: Right the heck now, the apartment above Zira's bookshop
Warnings: None as of right now, but there's no telling.
Aziraphale started some when he felt the Angel materialize behind him, but he quickly recovered, sidestepping to grab the bottle of wine from the decanter.
"I- er, hello, dearest," The words were somewhat shaky, but definately his true voice. |
|
|
| |
[Sep. 23rd, 2008|09:53 pm] |
Who: Greg House, Raymond Wood
What: Greg wants to visit the baby
When/Where: Backdated to last night, Their home
Warnings: None, while the baby is in the room. Might devolve to violence and/or sex. I'll keep you posted.
( Tweak says, 'Mi Casa es Su Casa!' ) |
|
|
| |
[Sep. 15th, 2008|08:57 pm] |
Who: Mark and Wilson
What: Reuniting in this universe
Where: Wilson's place
Warnings: Wilson suffers from DID. At least two personailities are coming out to play. Drugs, mentions of sex, possible violence.
Peter was excited to meet Greg's son. Mark, his name was Mark. Mark said he would dance with Peter. Peter just knew Mark would be a good dancer. He had to be a good dancer, growing up with Greg and Ray, who were both good dancers. Greg had been a better dancer before he'd cut his leg off, but he was okay for a guy with one real leg and one fake leg. Mark still had two good legs, Mark had to be a good dancer.
Peter danced around while he waited for Mark to show up. He played one of the CDs Greg had given him, the music steady and up beat, almost throbbing. Peter couldn't help but dance. |
|
|
| |
[Sep. 13th, 2008|12:37 am] |
Who: Greg House, Raymond Wood (The attention whores of VS, apparently)
What: Attention seeking. NC-17 thanks to D/s elements, though the amount of sex is questionable
When/Where: Right the heck now/ the House-Wood house
Warnings: See the what.
After his chat with Mars-Mariah which may or may not be logged later, Greg wandered back towards their bedroom, by way of Allie's nursery. The only sign he'd stopped to see her, was the puddle of drool on the collar of his shirt, which he was already working on peeling off.
He figured Ray would wander back eventually, and decided to start undressing right then, rather than wait and let the man 'order' him to. If only to try and avoid thinking about exactly how forceful Ray had been getting- he had been letting Ray get- lately. |
|
|
| |
[Sep. 8th, 2008|08:28 pm] |
Who: Aziraphale and 'his new student' (Okay, so it's Crowley, shove it, he doesn't know.)
What: A little after-school tutoring, or so he thinks.
When/Where: 3:30 PM EST, the parochial school Aziraphale teaches at
Warnings: Deceit, possible mun-coordinated violence, NSFW elements as well as apparent teacher-student relations. But really not.
As the bell rang, the students actually seemed disappointed- had Aziraphale been his Angelic self, he would have been proud to see students interested in learning, in this day and age. As a demon, however, he simply delighted in exactly what he was teaching them.
"Yes, well, seems it's about that time again. I know it's a struggle, but if you can get through the next two chapters-" A groan, from the room at large, "Yes, I'm aware. Get through the reading, and be able to prove it, and I'll have another example for you, how's that?" There was chatter at the offer, a general agreement; Aziraphale's 'examples' were always of an interesting, if slightly obscene, nature, and the students were good at taking the bait.
Once everyone seemed to be leaving, he turned back to his desk, keeping a discrete eye on he new boy, in the back. He had been leering at Zira all through lecture, and while he had been liking the challenge of getting the others to submit, he was willing to take the easy route, this time, especially considering the tension between him and Deminian had been leaving him high and dry.
"Mr. Matthews, if you could just stay back for a minute?" Some of the students, obviously aware of Aziraphale's reputation, chattered and made suggestive noises at him, which he waved off with a Look and a shooing motion. "That's enough of that.
"There's just a few things I'd like to catch you up on, dear boy," One of the closer female students made a noise as she walked out, and it took much of Zira's restraint not to swat her arse, for it. |
|
|
| |
[Sep. 8th, 2008|08:39 pm] |
Who: Ian and Missy, Open to Marsden if he wants to wander by
What: Meeting, drinks, discussing the new situation
When/Where: Right the heck now, at Ian's gay club in Chelsea
Warnings: Drag Queens and alcohol. Do the math.
Ian had found the address for the club on a bank statement, left sitting on his counter. For the amount of money he was paying in- and getting back- he had to guess the place was bigger, much bigger, than his previous one. Curious to see exactly how big it was, he headed down to his car (thankfully, the same- he was attatched to it, considering) and drove himself to the club down in Chelsea.
The valet in front jogged over to him, seeming to expect him to give him the keys, greeting him by name. Who was Ian to question it? He handed it over, walking up the steps and through the door, making his way through the croud in search of Missy. |
|
|
| |
[Sep. 8th, 2008|09:47 pm] |
Who Jack, Jules, and the little un's aka Austin, Ryan and Jamie!
What Taking the boys home
Where Elisabeth's then the Jack/Jules residence!
When Monday afternoon
Rating/Status tba / in progress
( Everybody needs someone to love, father father ) |
|
|
| |
[Sep. 7th, 2008|12:34 pm] |
Who: Jack and Jules
What: With Jack and Jules, who knows for sure?
Where/When: Dinner out, and back home again jiggity jig/Tonight
Warnings: J for Jack and Jules, duh. Likely some fluff, general craziness, and potentially NWS.
Jack really did look good in a skirt, even if his knees were a bit knobby. All part of his charm, as far as Julien was concerned. Jack was perfect, and Julien loved to see him relaxed and having a good time. They'd had a lovely dinner in with Sofia and newborn Gabrielle just the night before. Julien thought they needed to make a point to see the House-Wood brood (including the elusive fathers) more often. They had a knack for getting Jack to relax, even more than Julien could manage on his own.
Tonight, Julien was going solo, with Jack. So it wasn't really solo. More like a duo. They'd spent the early morning and into early afternoon with the social worker, discussing a trio of young boys in need of a home. The state was looking to keep the boys (aged 7, 5, and 2) together to give them some measure of stability. Paperwork had been signed, and the fathers to be were set to meet their sons the following day. Julien had been disappointed, and knew Jack must have been as well, that they weren't able to meet the boys that day, but the wocial worker had explained they wanted to explain to the boys what was happening, who Jack and Julien were, before they met them. It would ease the transition, she assured them. The boys were having a hard time, since they'd been removed from their home.
By Halloween, hell. Jack and Julien were going to have a home full of children within the week. That surely deserved a night out on the town, with Jack decked out in a skirt and blouse. Julien knew they would earn a few looks, and he didn't mind that. He knew his Jack was beautiful, and people wanted to stare at him. He certainly did.
They settled on a classy restaurant, and headed out, Jack on Julien's lap. |
|
|
| |
[Sep. 6th, 2008|09:19 pm] |
Who: Gabriel Harkin and Mackenzie House
What: Fooling around
Where/When: His apartment/Tonight
Warnings: NWS.
He'd picked her up at her fathers' house, and they'd had a quiet, romantic dinner at a nearby Thai restaurant. Thai was not something Gabriel experienced in Ireland, and he found himself wondering if Uncle Brendan had ever had Thai food. He thought maybe, he might have tried it, during his travels. Gabriel found he liked Pad Thai, just a little bit spicy. He liked the crunch of the peanuts along with the spice and the rice noodles.
He also liked the view of Mackenzie sitting across from him. She was beautiful, in his eyes, everything a woman ought to be. She was much prettier than his sisters, or any girl he'd met in Ireland. She had a laugh that made him smile, but then everything about her made him smile. He'd paid for their meals, and they'd walked a while before heading back to the car. Her hand had felt warm and comfortable in his, and he thought he'd be content just to hold her hand forever.
They'd been hanging out since he'd come to the previous universe, which was still so odd to say, and to think he was on his third universe existance, but she was there with him still, so he didn't mind. He'd only recently started to think of it as dating, and he liekd the idea. He wanted to date her, woo her, court her, whatever it was called, now. He'd lost track, with all the cross universe moves, of some of the trivial things. He didn't care what it was called, as long as he was doing it with her.
Arriving at his apartment complex, he let her off at the door and swung out to park the car. He half jogged to the doors, eager to meet up with her in the lobby, feeling as if he couldn't get enough of her. He thought maybe, just maybe, they were ready to move on to the next step. He'd kissed her, hands had carded in each other's hair, there'd been a slight and subtle sway of hips when they kessed and held each other close, but they'd done nothing more intimate than that. They'd sat together in the same chair, or cuddled on the sofa, but hands had stayed always above the waist.
Gabriel didn't want to push her, he'd wanted to go slow as much for her as himself. He'd wanted to make sure he wasn't fooling himself in to thinking he liked her that much, and now, after so many months, he was certain he did like her. He thought about her when she wasn't around, he missed her when he didn't see her or talk to her for a day or two. He thought about her more than he thought about Connor or anyone else.
He caught her hand as he reached her, and together they started for the elevator up to his floor. "I enjoyed tonight," he said, feeling like he ought to say something. |
|
|
| |
[Sep. 6th, 2008|09:11 pm] |
Who: Greg and Ray
What: There's really no telling
When: Today, after Greg's physio appointment
Warnings: Likely swearing, anything past that, I'll let you know.
To say Greg was preturbed, that the pre-pubescent med student lowered his dose of meds and then had him do 'just a light work out', would be an understatement. He stormed- rolled, steam-rolled?- into the apartment as soon as they made it home, making a beeline for their bedroom, and more importantly their bath, while Ray struggled with Allie and the stroller. |
|
|