May 3rd, 2010

[info]ex_sanguine300 in [info]bellumlogs

Who: Boyd and Shane
What: Completed log
Where: 601
When: Immediately after transformation (this)
Warnings: None

One day I'll fly away, leave all this to yesterday )

[info]onestepcloser in [info]bellumlogs

Who: Avery, Derek, and Milo
What: The Little Mermaid and her prince have a chat. Or at least that was the plan until the kid showed. Oops?
Where: D3
When: After this
Warnings: Swearing. Panic attacks. Awkwardness. Who knows?


Then came a baby boy with long eyelashes... )

[info]still_lotte in [info]bellumlogs

Who: Lotte and Diego
What: Ice cream! And post-fable chats.
Where: The ice cream parlor on the other side of the park?
When: This afternoon
Warnings: TBD?

Caught up in circles - confusion is nothing new )

[info]labete in [info]bellumlogs

Who: Daniel and Ella
What: 40-year-old Glenfiddich is lovely
Where: R1
When: End of Fables plot/changing back
Warnings: Alcoholic triggers. Arguing. A lot of fuzz.

Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye/ Than twenty of their swords. )
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[info]snow_bees in [info]bellumlogs

Who: Deirdre
What: Turning down jobs, angsting about why (Narrative)
Where: P1
When: A few days after the full moon
Warnings: Snowy, snowy angst. Beginning a downward spiral?

I'm not the girl I once was )

[info]sentinelstar in [info]bellumlogs

Who: Daisy and Luther
What: Christmas came early - there's a man asleep in Daisy's apartment!
Where: 504
When: Morning after fable plot (We're not slow >.>)
Warnings: Daisy being giggle-inducing. It's infectious.

Call me irresonsible... )
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[info]letalegroom in [info]bellumlogs

Who: Jason [NPC]
What: A routine becomes anything but.
Where: 804.
When: Around 3am early in the morning on Tuesday.
Warnings: Nothing terrible. Yet.

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[info]deductively in [info]bellumlogs

[Log] - Holmes and Adler enjoy a night out.

Who: Warren Eliot and Iris Thorpe
What: Holmes and Irene Adler go out for the night, then turn back.
When: End of the fables plot.
Where: Broadway, then Bellum
Rating: Language. This is Eliot, folks.

Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe )