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[Jan. 31st, 2008|12:51 am] |
Who: Michael Myers and Laurie Strode (and get this, neither is trying to kill the other!)
Where: Some random streetcorner in Los Angeles.
When: After dark.
Warnings: Dark themes, I'd say, mmm yep, makes sense.
( The climax dissends and Laurie Strode gazes at the camera, teary-eyed, shaken. 'Was that the boogeyman?', she asks. Loomis replies, 'As a matter of fact, I do believe it was.' Then a commotion. . ) |
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[Jan. 31st, 2008|01:45 am] |
Who: Dasch and Greg House (MW) (Beginning cameo by Karen)
Where: The office, while he hath reign there ;)
When: Thursday afternoon-ish.
Warnings: Oh well Dasch has come to thank, and well, House and Dasch both need love, so. . .keep an eye out for a heavier disclaimer.
By no means was Dasch "cured", Birt-Hogg Dube wasn't a curable disease but it was manageable, and if it weren't for House, Dasch wouldn't know he had it to treat. Genetic, ffft. Gee, thanks Mom. He made his way in to the hospital and found Dr. Davis, who was glad to lead him to House's (the first) office, which this House had full run of while the other House . . was away. Karen knocked a few times before thrusting Dasch inside, busy, but nice enough to bring him up. "This patient, you doctor. Converse."
Dasch smiled and thanked her, glanced a little more nervously back to House. God, that man had presence. "Um, well, I, I just wanted to you know. . say thanks." |
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[Jan. 31st, 2008|07:43 am] |
Who: Lorna and Pulse
What: Going out
Where: London
Rating: PG for cock blockage and Lorna's foul mouth
Lorna was a little nervous about leaving the school. They had been so nice to take her in and put up with her breaking stuff so frequently. But everybody needs some time out and about. In her eyes, she had earned her date thing with Pulse.
She needed a steady boyfriend. No doubt at all about that. But for the moment, Pulse could offer her steady sex, and that was waaay better than nothing.
Beside the fact that she had a crush on him, even though she knew it was dumb. |
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[Jan. 31st, 2008|09:55 am] |
Who: Shawn and Dr. Frilly Underpants Himself
What: An evening of fine wines and cheeses. Well, maybe the whine...
When: Last night before a certain mun fell asleep...
Warnings: Maybe language? Shawn has more sexual morals. Shocking I know.
Shawn sat at the far end of the bar nursing a drink while he waited for the Dragmeister to show up. A dive bar in LA suited his mood as of late pretty damn nicely. And it had to be LA cause even the dive bars in Santa Barbara were a tourists idea of heaven and anywhere else was a bit too far away to get home to teenage anchors in time. He liked Tess a lot... but boy was she some serious bad timing. And maybe a reminder of something that wasn't gonna happen now... |
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[Jan. 31st, 2008|06:50 pm] |
Who: Jack Twist and Ennis Del Mar
What: Reunion! Yay.
When: This evening
Warnings: Reunion love. Between two cowboys. Y'got a problem with that?
Jack was sitting in the shoddy bar at the outskirts of town, nursing a beer and smoking like a chimney, waiting for Ennis to show up. Ennis. It'd been a dog's age since he'd seen the man- but no more than a day since he'd thought of him. It was hard not to, with no one else for company on his drive this winter. No one to keep him warm at night-
He shoved the thought away- he was in public, for Christ's sake- and took another drink, glancing at the door once again. The bartender scoffed a laugh, which Jack chose to ignore; Ennis would be there. He just had to wait. |
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[Jan. 31st, 2008|07:44 pm] |
Who: Clark and Lois
What: explaining things
When: now
Where: Lois' flat in London
Lois was, admittedly, nervous. She paced back and forth in her apartment, racking her brain to figure out how to tell Clark everything. It was almost easier being the recipient of this kind of news than sharing it.
She was wondering where to start and how to phrase everything about their world being fiction here, under an alias, and that she knew his identity, and a hundred other things. Lois finally stopped pacing to pour herself a cup of coffee, trying to calm her nerves until Clark arrived. She hoped he understood the portkeys, but he could always fly over the Atlantic almost as fast if portkeys didn't work. |
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