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[Feb. 29th, 2008|09:25 am] |
Who: Will Turner and The Flying Dutchman
What: Visit to a sick friend
When: After this post
Where: Dutchman's apartment.
Warnings: None that I can think of, other than possible swearing?
( Ain't no sunshine when she's gone... ) |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|09:39 am] |
Who: Dean & Che (and Sam!) and various extras more than likely
Where: on the town
When: right after this
Warnings: none yet, will update if that changes
Che thumped her way down the stairs, for once managing to keep her footing when she hit level ground again, "Okay we've got options." She said as she stepped into the kitchen, "And the names crack me up, we've got the Thistle & Shamrock, it's uptown a bit but claims to be authentic. There's the Laughing Goat, which isn't too far from here, actually, and then there's the Old Ballard which is somewhere between the two." |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|12:13 pm] |
Who: Thirteen, Tony and Sophie Stark
What: A family outing
When: Today
Where: The zoo
Warnings: I swear there will be no sex. They're out in public. With the kid. Swear.
The day was fairly warm, warm enough to enjoy their little adventure to the zoo. But Remy made sure that she bundled Sophie up, and the three of them headed out to the zoo. She wondered if Sophie had ever been to the zoo, what she'd seen and what she hadn't seen. Though she could talk, it wasn't like the kid could really talk about what had gone on in her past. That was for a later time, she supposed.
Getting into the zoo, she hm'd a bit, looking at Tony with a grin before looking down at Sophie in her stroller. The kid could walk, but she was two and they'd have to carry her most of the way without the stroller. "Okay kiddo.. do you want to see the monkey's first? Or the polar bears?" that seemed like a good place to start since they were the first ones you came to depending on which way you walked. |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|01:15 pm] |
Who: Hank McCoy and Anya Lensherr
What: Leap Day Dinner
When: Friday Night
Where: Hank's house
Rating: TBD
( To make a dream real... ) |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|03:08 pm] |
Who: Wanda Maximoff and Dominic Petros
What: Questions and answers
Where: the Maximoff house
When: Today
warnings: TBA
Wanda was going through the house, trying to find Dominic. It wasn't any surprise to find him asleep of course. He was always asleep. She really didn't get how someone could actually sleep that much. It was probably unhealthy. But then she supposed she kept both men awake fairly often. Oh well.
She went over next to him and gave him a small nudge, wondering how much it was going to take to wake him up. |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|10:05 pm] |
Who: Wilson and George
What: Chasing about a three year old
When: Friday night
Where: The Mansion
Warnings: TBA
"Tara, get back here!" Wilson stumbled over himself as he chased after an energized three year old. Giggling, the little girl crawled under the coffee table and was once more running off down the hall. Panting, the young man sighed and leaned in the door frame. Tara, when she realized she wasn't being chased, looking back at Wilson with a pout.
"Gampaw!" She stated with a little huff, crossing her arms over her chest. "C'mon! Slow poke!"
"Tara, grandpa can't chase you anymore." He admitted with a sigh, watching as Tara wandered back over to him.
"Yous no fun." With a pout she held up her hands to him and Wilson bent down to pick her up. Tara razzed his cheek, giggled, and put her arms around his neck as she was taken back to the living room. |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|11:45 pm] |
Who: Greg and Ray
What: A needed discussion
When: Tonight, late-night
Warnings: Swearing, possibly/probably angry make-up sex. What do you expect?
It was later that night, after Greg and Ray had the girls in bed, that they once again went their separate ways. Greg stopped paying attention to what exactly Ray had been doing to occupy his nights; for his part, he'd taken to working on his music, tonight parked on the couch with the guitar Jack had bought him for Valentine's, strumming away at a sad, melancholy song. A cigarette hung from his lips, and he was obviously in thought; this had been going on for the better part of a week, neither speaking past what they had to, to keep up appearances for the girls. No affection, and even the sex was different, stunted, verging on sickeningly domestic They were going to have to fight it out, soon; but once again, Greg had himself waiting on one more cigarette, one more verse. Anything to keep from having to concede to anything. |
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