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[Jul. 4th, 2008|10:43 am] |
Who: John Winchester and the prodigal sons.
What: Being a tourist
When: Ten hundred hours
Where: Tower of London
Warnings: Its the Winchesters, they might cuss, they might kill something.
( Put me in the water ) |
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[Jul. 4th, 2008|04:34 pm] |
Who: Lulu & Skwisgaar the Elder (Possible other-bandmember interference)
What: Distractions and Dancing
Where: Mini-Mordhaus, London
When: Todayish
Warnings: Standard Dethklok Biohazard Warning
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[Jul. 4th, 2008|06:10 pm] |
Who: Aziraphale, Crowley, and Aziraphale's Cherub
What: Fluff. Pretty much. The baby has learned to fly, and Crowley is Amused.
When: Right the heck now
Warnings: Cuteness? Nothing, while they've a baby in the room.
Crowley was lounged in his usual chair down in the Angel's library, quietly supervising the preparations for the club's opening that evening (most of the staff were aware their boss had a 'sense' about things, and continued to work even after not seeing him for most of the day). The child Aziraphale seemed to be charged with, was flitting around the room, giggling and flailing in the air as she worked to coordinate the movement of her wings, and propel her in various directions.
Looking from the small television he had snuck into the library, he jumped up as the child started towards one of the oil lamps in the corner, heading over and wrapping an arm around her middle to pull her away. She didn't seem to appreciate the restriction, whining and wriggling in his arms, until he finally released her in the other direction, setting her off towards the TV. At least she was too small to harm that. He hoped. |
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[Jul. 4th, 2008|07:22 pm] |
WHO: Bela & Navi
WHAT: Finding wedding dresses.
WHERE: Harrod's.
WHEN: Today.
WARNINGS: Nah. Maybe some feminine sniping.
Bela was at the entrance to Harrod's not long after getting off her computer. She'd texted Dean saying she was going wedding dress shopping and she would pay for it, and not to argue with her. So far no response, though she expected him to fight it. Ah, well.
She stood near the door, sipping her coffee, looking around for the blonde woman. Navi? Bela had no idea whether she was small or tall, but hopefully she would recognize the face. |
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[Jul. 4th, 2008|09:55 pm] |
Who: James Potter and Beth Silver
What: Awkward conversation
Warnings: Maybe strong language.
( Witty Cut-tag here ) |
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