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[18 Mar 2009|01:01pm] |
Who: Noah and Lynne
Where: Her room first and then various places on board
When: starting at 9:30am until late afternoon
Rating: NSFW
Noah could hardly sleep he was so excited for today. He woke up extra early and was quite dismayed at the rain. He had planned a breakfast on the balcony, but that just wasn't going to work. He changed his plans and called room service to ask them to meet him at Lynne's room. He ordered a variety of fruit, pastries, waffles and to drink he asked for orange juice, coffee, and champagne.
He dressed in a fitted pale blue button down shirt and khaki pants. He knew that the blue of his shirt made his blue eyes stand out even more. He slipped his feet into brown leather Birkenstock sandals and made his way to Lynne's room. He met the room service guy in the hallway and dismissed him with a tip. He rolled the cart the rest of the way to her door and knocked, his heart pounding.
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[18 Mar 2009|10:04pm] |
Who: Kaz and Res
When: Mid afternoon
Where: Kaz's room
Res had been a little too wrapped up in making herself a corpse the previous day to get the band's demo to Kaz. After talking with that drummer in the pool - shit, she hadn't got his name - she decided it was time to get her ass in gear.
She knew he was in one of the two VIP rooms up top, and honestly, wasn't entirely sure if she'd be allowed to just mosey on over to his door and knock. Surprisingly, she was.
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| Major Ouchies |
[18 Mar 2009|10:35pm] |
Who: Micah and Leto (and Levon)
When: Early afternoon
Where: Elevators, heading for a bite to eat!
Levon was a wee bit excitable today. Leto realized that this was entirely her fault. Levon had asked to stay up until midnight to see the ball drop on TV, and despite Levon insisting that it didn't really drop so much as slowly slide to a stop, Levon had it in his head that this would be utterly fascinating. So Leto had sold her soul to the devil and agreed that he could stay up. How did she lose an argument with a three-year-old? Oh, yeah, she was a sucker. That was it.
He probably wouldn't make it that long, anyway. He'd been running around all morning. Now they were walking hand-in-hand down the hall towards the elevator to go get some lunch. "Mommy, can I push the button?" As a three-year-old, it was his duty to adore buttons. Smiling down at her son, she nodded, but he couldn't quite reach it. She held him up, and Levon proceeded to mash the button like there was no tomorrow.
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