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[Sep. 4th, 2008|02:57 am] |
WHO: Miniver Cheevy and Skwisgaar Skwigelf
WHAT: Hopefully, fixing things that have been broken for longer than their muns have been alive.
WHERE: Mordhaus.
WHEN: Now.
WARNINGS: Rockstar rage, very likely angst.
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Miniver had been thinking about things for a while now. He had been thinking HARD, and really, really thinking, not just dreaming, not just wishing. Finally, he had come to a decision, knowing it might not be the last time he tried this, but hoping it could all end now...
He dragged his feet down the hallway towards one of the small studios where Skwisgaar was playing. He stood for a long time outside the door smoking nervously before stamping out his cigarette on the stone floor and going in. He quietly sent off the roadie working audio, and for a while longer, he just watched through the glass as Skwisgaar played on, oblivious to all else.
Finally, he flicked the speaker on.
"Skwisgaar." He paused to take a breath, to keep his voice and his resolve steady.
"Vi skulle samtal." |
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[Sep. 4th, 2008|09:20 am] |
Who: Belle the older and Remy
When: After Belle offered him a job
Where: New Orleans
Warnings: cursing, flirting, etc.
Belle wandered through the backstreets, whistling softly. New Orleans had recently been hit with a pretty good storm, and the damage was evident. It was nothing like the city she'd grown up in, and the thought that faulty maintenance had ruined her home, her first love, made her very, very annoyed.
But it hadn't really hurt her home, just another version of it. The only piece of her old life here was the man she was going to see, and possibly betray. She sighed, and idly wished for a cigarette, though it would do more harm than good at this point.
At least Remy would have alcohol. You could always count on him to have alcohol.
She eyed the Guildhall, because that's what it really was, and shivered, despite the heat and the humidity. But there were no guilds here, and even if there were, she had no reason to be a part of them anymore.
She knocked loudly, and folded her parasol, waiting. |
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[Sep. 4th, 2008|09:27 am] |
Who: Caris and Belle
Where: The Companion House, Genosha
When: right before Belle's meeting with Remy.
Warnings: Language?
The day was going rather slow, for once, and Belle was somewhat relieved. It was just before the Friday rush, and she was taking coffee on the balcony of the Starbucks on the second floor. The view wasn't as spectacular as the restaurant on roof had, but it was kind of nice, in a way, to be able to put a name and face on the people rushing by. At this point, Belle had met most of the people who usually rushed to and fro in front of her business, and half the people from the surrounding blocks.
She was waiting for Caris, who was going to help her get ready for their Halloween party, the first major holiday the Companion House would be celebrating. Which pushed Belle's mind from all the cloak and dagger stuff she'd been doing the past couple days. |
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[Sep. 4th, 2008|07:18 pm] |
Who: Crowley and Zira
What: Exploring the new bodies they have aquired
When: When Crowley found David Beckham's face.
Where: Their place
Warnings: N.W.S.
Aziraphale arrived home, poofing himself right to Crowley's side. He established his balance, and nearly lost it again to see his love in person, with his new face. The body was considerably more buff than his previous one. Zira stepped closer, a hand out to feel the bulk of one arm. "My dear," he looekd to Crowley's new face, "I do believe you have out done yourself."
Crowley had always been gorgeous, Zira never questioned that. But seeing him now, he had to agree the demon was due for an upgraded look. Nothing wrong with his previous face, no. Zira was still fond of that. But he had grown tired of his own face, after so many years. A little change was a good thing.
A very good thing. |
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[Sep. 4th, 2008|10:14 pm] |
WHO: Sable Harris, Soren Skwigelf, possibly Judah Low, and whoever else wanders in.
WHAT: Ferrets in the bookstore!
WHEN: Now!
WHERE: The Sign of the Weasel, Sable's used book store (and bar, and motel, and... whatever else is convenient at the time)
WARNINGS: None yet
NOTE: This is an open log. Go ahead and tag if your pup feels like popping in to browse the bookstore and meet the ferrets.
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Yesterday, as promised, Judah had set up a ferret enclosure while Sable and the cousins were having dinner in Tortuga. Judah, brilliant man (in Sable's estimation), had managed in that time to construct not one, but several large cages linked by a series of magic-strengthened chickenwire tunnels. The largest cage is situated beside the front counter, immediately visible from the main entrance. The chickenwire tunnel pathways, well out of the way of any human patron, lead to smaller cages in the kitchen, two tucked into nooks at the back of aisles in the main shop, at the top of the stairs leading to the balcony circling the shop above, and in the public-use bathroom. The chickenwire weaved in funny patterns up walls, over shelves, and on the ceiling, letting the ferrets see the shop from a number of vantage points when they weren't allowed to run free.
Today, though, they're out of their cages being played with by Sable behind the counter. They're still small and a bit shy, but over the past 24 hours alone, regular food and water and a clean home have perked the two of them up wonderfully. |
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[Sep. 4th, 2008|10:37 pm] |
Who: Luci & Zillah
Where: London somewhere
When: After dark
Why: Lolbored!
Luci had started to get anxious cooped up inside. The in-between days were the ones he hated the most, where he couldn't tell if he was exhausted or wanted to maul something. For the most part he was thankful that they were few and far between.
Today, however, had been a bad one, he'd snapped at the staff, thrown a tantrum, and then slept for five hours. Which was why, once he'd woken, he'd decided it was time to go out for a while. He dressed up, little black dress, little black pumps, matching black handbag and hat, before just going for a walk, finally stopping at a sidewalk cafe, getting a seat near the railing so he could watch the intermittent crowd coming and going while he sipped his coffee. |
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