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[Mar. 6th, 2008|04:54 pm] |
Who: Shane McCutcheon and Dani Reese
When: After the Shane and Alice thread during the genderswap
Where: Dani's place
What: Um. Perhaps sex.
Warnings: Um. Possible sex?
Shane ran a hand through her hair as she made her way to Dani's door. She was nervous as hell, really, and wasn't sure she should even be doing this. Would Dani think she was...trying to make a booty call? Which she sort of was, maybe, but she didn't want it to be just a one time thing. Unless Dani didn't want to do anything now, or later, which would be fine too.
She took a deep breath and flicked her hair out of her eyes. Then she knocked on the door and took a step back. |
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[Mar. 6th, 2008|11:01 pm] |
Who: Vash and Wolfwood
What: Finding each other
Where: Central Park and then Lord knows where.
When: Thursday evening
Warnings: ...I'll let you know.
Upon arriving on Earth, Vash had begun wandering aimlessly around New York City. There was so much to see, his mind almost couldn't handle it. So after he'd joined a street performer in a gleeful little dance and snatched some free donuts from the donut company he apparently owns, he began exploring Central Park. He looked at the trees with up most curiosity, touching the bushes, getting down on his knees to smell the grass. A 12 year old had inquired as to what he was doing and when he began asking questions, the little boy led him around the park and explained things until his mother called him home.
So, currently eyeing a squirrel that had settled on the park bench beside him, Vash waited for Wolfwood. |
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[Mar. 6th, 2008|11:24 pm] |
Who: God and Pickles
Where: First his apartment, then LA
Why: It's Pizzatime!
When: Tonight!
Warnings: Lots of swearing and crazy.
Pickles was getting ready directly after logging off, expertly applying makeup. Of course he knew how to put on makeup, after all, he was an 80s rock star! And oddly enough, it looked good on him as a chick. He had already thrown on a tight tank top and a pair of pants that looked pretty decent on him, if not a little slack, but he didn't seem to care. He - rather she wasn't at call to impress. God knew what slummin' it was to him, and this certainly wasn't it.
Tony had been out of the house, but gave Pickles about a hundred bucks in spending cash. Not that he knew what he was going to do with the money until he ran into God on the board, but the plan was to spend every dime. Because even if Pickles knew the guys who made the pizza, it didn't mean they'd know him back anymore and it was entirely doubtful he'd be getting the discount. |
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