| Day Five |
[Jun. 27th, 2008|11:21 am] |
Who: Hatter & Austin Powers
When: mid-morning
What: his arrival
Where: outside
Rating: PG-ish (talk of beheading and such.)
Status: Complete
( ¿~uoıʇsǝnb ) |
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| Day Four |
[Jun. 23rd, 2008|08:05 am] |
Who: Captain Jack Harkness and Austin Powers
When: Day 4, Afternoon
What: Jack decides some relaxation is required.
Where: The resort sauna
Rating: Well, it's already PG for naked Jack. *shrugs* He's in a sauna, what do you expect?
Status: Complete
( I am a hedonist at heart ) |
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| Day 3- White Water Rafting |
[Jun. 13th, 2008|09:51 am] |
Who: Austin, Legolas, Ace and Brigitte
What: White Water River Rafting
When: Mid-Afternoon
Where: The Boathouse/River
Rating: TBD
Status: Complete
Austin cracked one eye open. He heard the rustle of paper on the other side of his door and his eyes shifted to the door. It was a garish mustard color, and the rest of the colors in the room were just as bad. Sitting up, he crept toward the door in a pair of red briefs with the British flag plastered across his butt. He opened it a crack and peered out from behind his thick glasses. Seeing no one, he stuck his head out and looked down the hall. He saw a golem sticking envelopes on other doors as well and looked to his and saw there was one with his name on it.
Plucking it off the door, he shut it as he slipped back inside and went to his rotating bed. It was currently rotating and as he tried to sit down his butt moved but his feet didn't and that caused him to land on the floor with a thud. Getting up quickly, he looked around, even though there was no one in his room. A fact he quite regretted. Straightening his glasses he hopped on the bed and sat down to read the enclosed message.
( Go to the boat house.... ) |
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| Day 2 |
[Jun. 6th, 2008|08:57 am] |
Who: Austin Powers and Tonks
When: Early Afternoon
What: Austin's Arrival
Where: Down by the lake
Rating: PG-ish
Status: Complete
Doo doo doo, da da doo doo doo! The chime from the intercom announcing a message from longtime friend and colleague Basil Exposition pulled Austin out of a dreamless sleep. His hair was quite disheveled and his glasses were haphazardly perched on his nose. Fumbling for the receiver, he first knocked it on the ground and then had to sit up in bed and reach for it on the ground.
"Yes, Basil, what is it?" His voice was groggy with sleep and he smacked his lips around the taste of morning breath. "Basil?" The intercom crackled and then died. Austin shook the intercom, then banged on it with the palm of his other hand. "Bloody piece of rubbish." He muttered to himself and stood up. Only, what he felt between his toes wasn't carpet. It should have been the shag rug, but it felt more like gritty dirt and sparse grass.
( He looked down and wiggled his toes, finding that it was indeed, sand and grass... ) |
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