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February 25th, 2008

[Feb. 25th, 2008|12:37 pm]
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Who: Beecher and Melissa
What: Getting high, adjusting to the strange new world
When: Today, early morning, after leaving Chris high and dry in California
Warnings: Drug use, strong language- anything else, I'll let you know.

Toby had looked up where this portkey was supposed to be, having to haul himself there on foot; he hadn't driven anywhere, since the accident. He didn't want to start, just to leave the car abandoned while he went halfway around the world. Finally making his way to the portkey, he glanced down at it; an old beer bottle, of all things. Cautiously, he reached down to touch it, feeling the now-familiar lurch of the ground from under his feet. Managing to land on his feet this time, he stumbled to the nearest wall, leaning into it while looking around for this 'Melissa' he was supposed to meet.
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[Feb. 25th, 2008|01:24 pm]
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Who: Karen and House
Where: Some random bar in NY.
When: Around 3 P.M.
Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption.

Karen decided to wrap up her last hour before meeting House by spending half checking Landon's vitals, and spending a little time with him before heading home to change and run a brush through her hair, taking care of a few mascara smudges and obvious skin flaws before heading out to the bar she'd suggested to House. She still felt like a major ass, knowing he'd even pinpointed it before it had happened, post pregnancy hormones, post partum depression. Not a serious case, and she was already on something for it, she'd just been careless and forgotten the pill that morning. After seeing the baby tho, she felt a lot better.

Parking and going inside she went straight to the bar, ordering a glass of Chivas Regal on the rocks. She'd never been a fruity drink girl, but she reserved any Scotch drinking for when her nerves were really worked up. Reaching over she grabbed a peanut from the tray nearest, shelled it and popped it into her mouth, making a face and deciding, wisely, to leave the peanuts and just drink.
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[Feb. 25th, 2008|02:04 pm]
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Who Jack Dent and Greg House
What Hanging out
Where Greg's place
When Monday afternoon
Rating TBA!

Marriage is not an Oreo biscuit. )
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[Open to Park City Residents; Tag Jack Twist] [Feb. 25th, 2008|03:16 pm]
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Who: Carlos Serrano and Jack Twist, Carlos Serrano and [open]
What: Talking to Jack about medical tests, talking to anyone else about any sort of medical advice
Where: Carlos' clinic in Park City
When: Monday afternoon
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete

As he had promised Jack, Carlos was in the clinic right after his lunch break. It had been surprisingly busy for the size of the town, Carlos thought, which was encouraging. It meant that people were not worried about coming to see him for immigration reasons - he'd made sure to make it perfectly clear to everyone that he was not looking to deport anyone.

No, he'd dealt with enough of that when he'd been put on the case in California - he didn't need to worry about the same situation happening here when he had control over things. He wore the traditional white coat of a physician and proper attire - it was a change from the Genetics lab. Still, it as a change that he was glad about - helping people had been his main motivation in going into Medicine in the first place.

He sighed, tapping his pen against the edge of the table while he waited for a patient's blood tests. They were well-equipped for a small clinic, able to do basic tests in their own labs (and able to send out more complex exams to a nearby lab that Carlos had found was extremely efficient), which he was thrilled about.
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[Feb. 25th, 2008|03:26 pm]
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Who: Rachel Summers and James Howlett
What: Confrontation-y stuff.
When: Late-late at night
Warnings: Probably profanity.

Is love really the tragedy the way you might describe? )
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[Feb. 25th, 2008|04:55 pm]


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Who: Patrick and Veronica.
Where: Patrick's immaculate New York Apartment.
When: 11 PM.
Warnings: Violence, Blood, Death, who knows. Translation, don't let the kids read it.

Veronica was heading over to see Patrick. She hadn't really been seeing much of him, lately. She had a lot to deal with, with the whole...being unkillable thing. And now she had a big shiny sword she was supposed to carry around, but she'd left it at home. She didn't need a big sword to see Patrick. He was harmless. Veronica didn't realize that would be the last time that she ever thought that.

She got to the apartment, and the door was slightly open, so she decided to just walk in. Nothing could have prepared her for what she walked into. Patrick was standing over a man with a huge butcher knife. She was stunned. Had Weevil been right all along?
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[Feb. 25th, 2008|05:24 pm]


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Who: Clark and Lois
What: More talking! Yes, more.
Where: Rooftop of Lois' apartment building, London
When: Tonight

I just wanted to say )
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[Feb. 25th, 2008|06:28 pm]
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Who: Petit Lapan LeBeau & Artan Stillman
When: Sunday night after Artan's arrival
Why: because.
Where: Petit's workplace and then her place
Warnings: swearing, drinking, a bit of freaking out, nothing else

( lolz fake cut )
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[Feb. 25th, 2008|09:44 pm]
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Who: Logan and Sophie Cuckoo
What: A Talk. Somebody's in trouble.
Warnings: Nah.

Maybe I'm just like mother )
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[Feb. 25th, 2008|09:50 pm]
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Who: Angel Dumott Schunard and Raymond Wood
What: Dancing, flirting, etc.
When: Flashback, about a week ago, whilst Greg is being awkward and Angel wants to make friends
Warnings: Drag. Flirting. Past that, I'll let you know.

Angel had finally gotten into the swing of things, concering the ballroom, her line, and her life in general, and had decided that there was entirely too much work involved, in running the party scene. She was looking for a day off, to let someone else run the show for a while. Having tried to contact the new acquaintances she'd met over the boards, and failing, she decided to do some snooping of her own, remembering one of the boys had said something about a dance studio.

A bit of creative detective work later, she stumbled upon the studio in question, walking up the steps and heading inside, immediately giving a little shimmy at the upbeat latin music blaring from the speakers. She stuck out a bit- plastic dress under a mess sweater, hardly typical Samba attire. But she believed she looked fabulous, and that was all she cared about.

Heading to the desk, she struck up a conversation with the secretary, idly watching the dancers in hopes of seeing the owner.
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[Feb. 25th, 2008|10:26 pm]
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Who: Petit Lapan LeBeau, Artan Stillman and various extras
When: Monday morning after Sunday the night before.
Where: Out on the town
Why: because. Same as before.
Warnings: more swearing, they get chatty and it gets long, nothin' else, surprisingly

( lol fake cut 2 )

and then because the site went blippy, we continued by IM
REAL cut this time! )
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