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[Aug. 9th, 2008|01:47 am] |
Who: Lulu and Carrick and Pinion.
Where: The back of Mini-Mordhaus.
When: This afternoon.
What: Talking.
Warnings: Lulu's naked. But you can't see it. So, uh. PG-13?
( Summertime. ) |
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[Aug. 9th, 2008|02:03 am] |
Who: Henry Tudor and Anne Boleyn/Baylin
Where: L.A. offices of Henry's record label
When: (backdated) Early Tuesday before he meets Gabby
What: They're "taking a meeting".
Warnings: Who knows, but will update.
Status: Incomplete
( Starting at opposite ends ) |
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[Aug. 9th, 2008|08:33 am] |
Who: Carrie and Firefly
What: Carrie's having nightmares
When: Uhhh, nighttime.
Where: Firefly's dorm
Warnings: Nope!
Firefly had never really had bad nightmares before; sometimes she dreamt of the Smooze or the times her friends were enslaved or that time they were turned into evil dragons, sure, but they were never so bad she couldn't sleep. The only way she knew how to deal with this kinda thing was movies and junk food. It should be a nice movie, something wholesome and probably animated. There was a pretty big stash of Disney movies in a box by the TV, that would do nicely. Though she suspected that the movie wasn't very important, she guessed her new friend needed to talk more than anything.
Her roommate had gone somewhere for the night, said something about "getting laid," whatever that meant, so the dorm and its contents were all hers tonight. The dorm was mostly spotless. She spread out a tye-dye comforter on the couch, lit a candle that would fill the room with the scent of vanilla, and checked on the ice cream reserves- plenty of dairy in that little freezer. And just as she was satisfied that this room had no taste, smell, sight or sound that would further antagonize her friend, the buzzer sounded. She pressed the button that would let Carrie up, then opened the door. In Rainbow-Brite pajamas she waited in the doorway for Carrie to make it up the elevator and down the hall. Firefly was worried. |
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[Aug. 9th, 2008|01:10 pm] |
Who: Sinister and Gambit with a side dish of Artan Stillman.
What: Equipment drop off and possibly some SUPAR MAZZIV EVUL, who knows?
Where: Essex's mansion-shaped-thing, New York
When: Middledarkest of night, around the weekend.
Warnings: Snark and pride-killing.
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[Aug. 9th, 2008|04:59 pm] |
Who: Lynda and 9
Where: In front of that fountain
When: As she arrives
What: arrivial and running into an old friend who hasn't a clue who she is.
Lynda remembered the promise the Doctor made her, he said that he would get her out of there alive, however as the battle with the Daleks went on she realized that wasn't going to happen.
Standing on the observation deck, listening to the Daleks 'exterminate' everyone they came across. Listening to them taunt the Doctor on floor 500. Everything was falling apart and all Lynda, sweet Lynda with a Y, wanted was to make it out of there alive. Deep down everyone, even the Doctor had to know, barring a miracle, that it wasn't going to happen. They had to know that despite all their fighting they weren't going to make it out of that game station alive and having defeated the Daleks. Of course despite the knowledge that they weren't going to survive didn't seem to matter for they weren't going to give in, clearly unwilling to surrender to a tyrant such as the Daleks.
As the battle raged on, as the taunting grew worse it was left to the Doctor, Jack and Lynda, the odds seemed too heavily in the Dalek's favor and just when that final bit of hope had left Lynda the horrible end came. Rising outside the observation deck window she could see what she had hoped wouldn't find her, three Daleks with the express desire to do nothing more than eliminate her, making it one less to worry about and a step closer to defeating the Doctor. Though Lynda couldn't hear them she knew what was being said, what the strange electronic voice was declaring, "Exterminate" and then with an explosion of light and glass it was over.
Or was it? Lynda had raised her arms in defense, blocking an unblockable death, as she felt the sucking air around her, but she wasn't dying. No, Lynda was being pulled away from that place, that death she so feared and suddenly placed somewhere else. Had it been another transmat beam? Had she been thrown into another nightmare where she had to 'play' for her life? As Lynda opened her eyes and surveyed the area it seemed that it wasn't that at all, it seemed unlike any place she had ever been, and it seemed she was safe. Question of course was, where was she safe? Where was sweet little Lynda with a Y now?
Slowly she circled the odd fountain with the Welsh lettering on it, though it was pretty it was not important at this moment. Or was it? Moving on she rounded the thing completely and walked right into the one thing she hadn't expected to be there at all. A tall, blue, wooden, police box that though out of place no one seemed to notice. Eyes wide and a smile of hope forming she rushed to the doors and knocked loudly and hopefully praying that this wasn't just her mind playing tricks on her and the Doctor that she had met on the gamestation would be inside and tell her not only what happened, but where she was and how she had come to be there. |
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[Aug. 9th, 2008|05:01 pm] |
Who: Kimber and Ollie
Setting: The Dojo, again, but before all the Joker stuff
Warnings: Maybe? 'Language and Adult Situations', possibly. Probably no sex, but I make no promises.
( ~Exactly~ my brand of heroin ) |
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[Aug. 9th, 2008|08:36 pm] |
Who: Sarah Jane and Eight
What: Taking a trip
When: I dunno sometime this past week
Where: Some distant planet
Warnings TBD
After she'd packed up an overnight bag, Sarah Jane had headed out to the Doctor's TARDIS, since they were about to go on some journey together. She was still a little wary, even though they've made their peace, they were still likely to get on each other's nerves. It was funny, but she was the one who constantly fought with the Doctor, no matter which version it was. She was going to try her very best not to be upset or say something she didn't mean.
No promises though.
She still wasn't sure where they were going, maybe the TARDIS was set to random, she wouldn't be surprised, it usually was anyway. "Are we staying in this time period?" she'd told him she didn't want to go into the past, and she meant it, but well maybe she could be convinced, it was hard to tell. |
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