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[Oct. 22nd, 2008|04:19 am] |
WHO: Cassidy Turner and Judah Low
WHAT: Chainday boys
WHERE: Judah's shop/home
WHEN: Tonight
WARNINGS: Oh yes, this is not a child friendly thread.
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Judah's place is on the opposite corner from Sable's bookstore. It's a skeezy, dirty, tattered part of town, and Judah's ramshackle repairshop fits the scenery with splendid eccentricity. The front window is filled with gadgets. The store sign is simple and lacking in advertising. The door jingles when it opens, and inside is a maze of piles of STUFF. All things electrical and mechanical may make a home here, rusty, dusty, missing doors and drawers and hinges, their innerds on display for all the world, their wires frayed, their plug tines rusted. It's something of an adventure to reach the counter on the other side of the room, but behind it is Judah at the workbench, tinkering idly with some repair job he can fix and break and fix and break again in the space of a minute. |
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[Oct. 22nd, 2008|04:30 pm] |
WHO: Katya & Navi
WHAT: Cheering up, just in case
WHERE: Navi's place
WHEN: Now-ish
WARNINGS: Nah. Fairy profanity?
Katya stood on the doorstep of what she hoped was Navi's apartment in New York City. She hoped Navi's husband wasn't there ... of all the things she didn't want to interrupt. She'd worried about the other woman; she'd seen her posts on the boards, though at least her wing was better? Still.
She knocked, shifting the box of chocolate she'd brought as a get-well or glad-you're-well gift. Hopefully she was home. |
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[Oct. 22nd, 2008|06:45 pm] |
Who: Tony and Remy
Where: Stark mansion
When: Wednesday evening
Why: Dumb tv show made Tony weird
Rating: TBD
Tony had to learn to stop watching that stupid television show that Remy used to come from. It was seriously messing with him in regards to his wife, and all it'd done lately was remind him that she'd been really sick once. But last night's had been the worst. Drugs, slipping into that self-destructive lifestyle that reminded him so desperately of the one he'd had before he'd come here. It'd made him see just how much more alike they had been than he'd known. It'd even made him much more clingy in bed than usual. And it'd affected his mind so much that he couldn't keep focused at all while he'd been down in the shop tinkering around. Even Ant could tell he was uneasy which agitated the baby. But now Ant was down for bed, asleep soundly in his playpen in the living room while Tony stretched out on the couch, flipping channels while he waited for Remy to come home. |
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[Oct. 22nd, 2008|07:04 pm] |
Who: Kon-El and Ophelia
Where: Bellevue Hospital; Psychiatric Area
When: Today
What: Kon coming to check out Ophelia and make sure she is okay.
Warnings: Swearing at least, so PG-13.
( Uneasy was the way... ) |
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[Oct. 22nd, 2008|07:59 pm] |
Who: Malakai Chmelyk and Rurik Markov
What: A sunrise, along with other beginnings.
When/Where: Somewhere along the Seine in Paris, backdated toafter Kai posted
Warnings: Discussions of vampirism, blood play and rape alternating with fluff. Which is to say, there's no telling.
Malakai leaned against a railing over the side of the Seine, a cigarette hanging from his lips. His skin thrummed with the ingrained warning of the impending sunrise; no matter where he was, after so long, it was like his skin, his very blood, knew the feel of the barest sunrise, pulling over the water. It was something of a rush, to feel that dread, and not have to go slink off into the shadows.
He could sense Rurik approach, but didn't feel too concerned with turning around; ever since he had... ever since the other night, things were admittedly strained between them, but Rurik was right- there wasn't another person he wanted to share this with, than the witch. |
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[Oct. 22nd, 2008|09:52 pm] |
Who: Onyxx and a bunch of unfortunate NPCs. It’s a moody narrative.
What: A hero’s journey is never easy…and if not careful, dreadfully easily to lose oneself on…
When: The past three days.
Where: New York, Las Vegas, and then Philadelphia.
Warnings: None really. At least I don’t think so.
( And they say that a hero will save us... ) |
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