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[Aug. 23rd, 2008|12:34 am] |
Who: Brenda Annn & Sable
Where: Turner-Brennan residence
When: Now-ish
Why: *fingerwaggle* stuff
Brenda had resumed baking almost as soon as she'd gotten home from her roller blading outing with Cassidy. Of course, she'd some dramatic reenactments with Torii in the meanwhile, but here it was and she was baking again. Pound cakes this time, and knowing Brenda she'd make strawberry syrup to go with them.
The back door was propped open with a cast iron bacon press, though the screen was closed against bugs and given as how she no longer had to worry about waking a baby, she was playing Vanessa Mae at a moderately loud volume. |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2008|01:43 am] |
Who: Skwisgaars the Elder and the Younger
What: A serious discussion that DOESN'T involve guitars or sex.
Where: Some park in Stockholm.
When: Midnight
Warnings: Mild breaky (as opposed to the last thread with Skwisgaar the Elder in it, that was full on breaky), swearing, possible groping because they're them.
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[Aug. 23rd, 2008|03:46 pm] |
Who: Henn and Al
Where: The Snake Pit, New Orleans
When: Now-ish
Why: Because she has to thank him for the fantastic rack. No, seriously.
It was actually a fairly slow afternoon, as far as afternoons at the Snake Pit went. Rita was staying out of trouble and Kitten was keeping her company. Since she wasn't serving anyone right at the moment this meant that Henn could play with Herbie, a red-tailed boa who was apparently trying to learn how to mix drinks, given as how he was draped over the back of her neck, occasionally lifting his head to stretch towards the counter, or flick his tongue at her as she moved. |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2008|06:55 pm] |
Who: The Brothers Rogan
What: meeting again.
When: After Louis's talk with 'Mr. Astrovik'
Warnings: Potty mouth, possible underage drinking.
Louis sat on the steps outside the mansion, talking to one of the girls waiting around. It had been an odd, strange day, and discovering the forum on his break had only made things worse.
But he was still excited, because his brother was back! |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2008|10:21 pm] |
Who: Echo, Sirius and Ginger if she wants
Where: Sirius and Ginger's home
When: Afternoon
Rating: TBD
Echo worried that she should have just let things be and figure out how to manage on her own, but part of her wanted to give Siirus a chance to love or hate her before hiding away forever. It was still hard for her to understand why he didn't know her or her mom, but there was nothing to be done about that now and she couldn't go home. The other side of the coin was, Echo was excited to see him again, despite the fact that he didn't have a clue who she was seemed to fade away when she focused on how wonderful it was to have him alive again.
Finding the address with ease Echo stood in front staring at the rather large house and tried to work up the courage to ring the bell. It wasn't that it was that hard to press a button to ring a bell, it was simply she was terrified of seeing a man that had been dead to her for so long. Taking one last deep breath Echo finally walked up the front walk to the door and rang the bell. |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2008|10:29 pm] |
WHO: Sable Harris, Judah Low, and Soren Skwigelf
WHAT: A couple of crazy kids with some crazy ideas
WHERE: Behind Judah's workshop, a few doors down from the Sign of the Weasel
WHEN: Now!
WARNINGS: None yet? teh seXXingz.
Sable was waiting when Soren arrived at her shop. Leaving someone else to watch the place for a while, she led her "cousin" out the back door to the little square courtyard behind the place, then through the tunnel formed by thick bushes that led from her courtyard to Judah's several houses away. It was a bit of a trek to go that far bent double and in near darkness, but Sable seemed to know the way well, and tugged Soren along behind her.
They emerged into a courtyard identical in size to Sable's, but filled with far more STUFF. It was piled with junk, mostly what looked like machine parts, but also an ample supply of chopped wood, a few bags of sand and clay, a workbench, a cabinet for storing tools, and in the far corner, a squat little stone oven to melt metals in.
And behind the workbench, a tall, thin man dressed in leather and silk, chiseling away at a block of wood with a pair of ornate brass goggles over his eyes.
"Judah!" Sable called out when they arrived. The somaturge looked up and smiled.
"Sable! Soren! What brings you two back here tonight?" |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2008|11:09 pm] |
Who: Dexter Morgan, OTA (Tag Death, Already! :P)
What: Coffee. Pondering the new narcolepsy of the universe.
When/Where: Right the heck now, local Starschmuck's coffee, NYC
Warnings: None, atm.
Dexter was sipping at what felt like his tenth coffee of the day, trying to look over one of his open case files. He was surprised to find that a serial murderer, who had been keeping his attention for the past two months, had suddenly dropped off the radar. No new kills, in almost three weeks now. Not that he particularly minded the lack of new deaths, even if it was a bit boring.
Come to think, he was getting so sick of the reports, every time he read them, he fell asleep. Hence the sudden redoubling of his coffee addiction, as he fought to stay awake long enough, to work on some sort of profile.
Or maybe how to get him back...
He yawned deeply again, taking another pull from his mocha. Damn, he was starting to think he'd be better off dropping it, until the new kill. |
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