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[Oct. 30th, 2008|12:46 am] |
Who: Lulu and Skwisgaar the Younger.
What: Trying on her Halloween costume.
When: This evening.
Where: Their cabin outside of Stockholm.
Warnings: Unabashed flirting that could flare into adult situations. Go with NSFW.
( Queen of her castle. ) |
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[Oct. 30th, 2008|01:52 pm] |
Who: Tara Thornton and Soren Skwigelf.
What: Drinking and playing pool.
When: Yesterday afternoon.
Where: The Snake Pit, NOLA.
Warnings: Swearing on Tara's behalf, but otherwise, nope.
( Drinking away the day. ) |
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[Oct. 30th, 2008|02:03 pm] |
Who: House and Cuddy
Where: New York
When: Forwarded to Friday night
Why: They have a long talk they need to have
Rating: PG-13 at most for swearing. Wow. No sex.
There was still a pang of guilt running through him at how Cameron was angry with him for deserting her for Cuddy, but she had every right to be. House, despite his normal chaotic behavior, felt extremely guilty for what he done and he couldn't turn it off. Even if he was standing next to his bike at the portkey waiting to take Cuddy out on a date. The last time he'd even been on a date was with Cameron. But maybe Cuddy was right. He might care for her and even love her, but did it mean they could even function in a relationship? Both were so different here. Cuddy was not the one he remembered, and maybe seeing that, really talking about that instead of demeaning her like always would make him realize things and figure out just what needed to be done. |
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[Oct. 30th, 2008|03:30 pm] |
Who: Ate and Momos
What: Fight!
When: Now?
Where: Mesa Grill, NYC
Warnings: Possibly sex? No idea. They've never fought before. It's kind of sick. I'd bet on profanity, though. and a bit of violence, maybe.
So he was going to go all crazy if she spoke to another male, was he? She couldn't remember the last time he ticked her off... it was ages ago, she was sure, and well before they started dating. It was, in a way, a bit insulting... and waiting for him to show was just bugging her to pieces.
She looked around the kitchen and... as much as it made her happy and she never wanted to leave? She was quite sure having the upcoming conversation on a room full of knives was a bad idea... And so she made her way out into the restaurant proper, quelling the desire to beam at a place that was apparently hers...luckily, it wasn't currently open.
Oh, they were going to have words... |
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[Oct. 30th, 2008|07:26 pm] |
Who: Gojyo and Libby
Where: Gojyo's place
When: This morning
Warnings: probably language, it is Gojyo.
( Oh fun awkward times. ) |
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[Oct. 30th, 2008|09:33 pm] |
Who: Mark House, Draegan Storm
What: Draegan wants a fix
Where: Draegan's Lair
When: Tonight
Warnings: Possible violence, vampire feeding
Draegan had sent two of his minions to bring House to him. He was anxious, his strength waning without a recent feed. He could just as easily go out and hunt for a meal, but he felt more inclined toward familiarity, this evening. So he sat at his desk, idly tapping a Sharpie against his chin while he waited for House to be delivered to him. He'd instructed his goons to be quick, he was in no mood to sit around.
He turned the television on, though it failed to hold his attention, and after a moment he turned it off again. The silence was near deafening, his keen hearing tuned to hear the sounds of his evening guest arriving. He rose to his feet, Sharpie held to his lips as a distinguished gentleman might hold a cigar, as he sauntered toward the door, to meet the arriving party. |
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[Oct. 30th, 2008|10:08 pm] |
Who: Glinda Upland, Elphaba Thropp
What: Reunions, questions, likely suspicion and magic
When/Where: Right the heck now, the Infamous Bridge in Central Park
Warnings: No, not so much.
Needless to say, the sights and sounds of this new... place, had left Glinda feeling altogether confused. There were small dogs following people on ropes, large metal transport boxes, and sounds coming from them that seemed like war songs and spells gone wrong. All her attempts at asking for information had been met with derision, which for Glinda was just wrong, so she decided to do as she'd promised, dropping down onto a bench in the strange little forest, picking the leaves out of her dress while she waited for Elphaba to come to her.
Elphaba. Helping her, even after... it wasn't right, she knew it wasn't right, and yet she knew if anyone could figure this out, it was her old friend. She simply had to trust in her, and hope... she would understand. She had to understand. |
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[Oct. 30th, 2008|10:40 pm] |
Who: Volos and Renesmee Cullen
What: Volos is saving her butt and feeding her
Where: Forks
When: Tonight
Warnings: Nah
Since birth, Renesmee had been surrounded by people. Well, vampires, humans and shapeshifters. There was always someone home and Jacob was never more than a few feet away. So this sudden solitude shook Renesmee to the core. She paced where her house should be. Her home. She heard deer in the distance but had no heart to pursue them.So she just waited for Volos. He could be dangerous, she had thought of this. But there was something about her that caused people to want to protect her and care for her, an aura around her. It had worked for her so far in life, she hoped for another chance.
Renesmee tried hard to not get too frenzied. She could smell humans in the distance. She had never lost control and wasn't afraid that she would...it merely made things tougher. It didn't help that her family didn't know her, Charlie didn't exist here (she had checked the sheriff's office) and Jacob was nowhere to be found.
She had nothing but the clothes on her back and a few credit cards in her pocket that hadn't been there before, all maxed out. |
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