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[Jan. 24th, 2008|02:15 am] |
Who: Owen and Ianto
What: Talking and drinking
When: Monday night
Ianto was greeted at the door by Lyssa who smiled at him then looked mournfully at the beer he was carrying. Instead for her there was milkshake which she seemed happy to wander off to the kitchen with while he went to the living room where he hoped he'd find Owen.
"Hey." He held up the beer. "My way of saying thanks. Amazed you still want to see me after the last week." He looked slightly awkward standing about for a moment. Then he suddenly spoke.
"I think I just asked Gwen out on a date." |
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[Jan. 24th, 2008|07:47 pm] |
Who: Jonesy and Serenity
What: Watch as Serenity helps Jonesy deal with his new power!
Where: Jonesy's place, or rather a place that Jonesy's new rich parents let him live in while they globetrot and generally try to escape their little teenaged mistake.
When: Er...not entirely sure, actually. >.> Let's say afternoon-ish for ease.
Rating: While Jonesy does not usually have a particularly foul mouth, he's been wrestling for control of his body all day and breaking a lot of shit inadvertently. So he's going to be a little stressed, and thus a little quicker with the profanity. If I can, I'll even invent a new word!
( It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood... ) |
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[Jan. 24th, 2008|08:18 pm] |
Who: Alexandra Cabot, Peter Allen, (open)
What: drinks
Where: bar on Centre St.
When: tonight
Warnings: nothing yet
Peter met her just outside her office and they walked down to the bar. She's waiting for Thomas - and anyone else interested in swinging by for a drink.
They're parked at a table, additional chairs around it, first drinks sitting on the little coaster-sized advertisements. They're chatting, about the day, random things. It's comfortable and relaxed. |
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[Jan. 24th, 2008|09:45 pm] |
Who: Erik and Joanne
Where: Erik's office
When: Nowish
Why: Conversation and tea. And we know what comes with tea.
Rating: With us, it's gonna be dirty.
"Hmm, suppose it's time to see if this old face is still the same," he said after having called his secretary and told her to send a car to fetch Joanne at her given address. Erik took a deep breath and pushed away from his desk. There was a mirror in his private bathroom, one he'd been loathe to look into every since he'd discovered it, but he cautiously walked in, his hands shaking nervously. He was afraid it'd still be the same and that'd he'd be doomed to a second existence of the same shunning social standards.
He took a deep breath and reached up, fingertips fixing tightly on the edges of the mask to pull it away from his skin. But he didn't feel the way it used to stick to the bare muscle and his eye didn't feel as dry. Like he had real flesh there. He sucked in a breath as he stared at his visage in the mirror for a long time, not able to pull his eyes away from it.
There he remained until she'd finally arrive. |
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