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[Nov. 22nd, 2008|01:46 am] |
Who: Kakia, Aziraphale, Crowley
What: Quite a bit of fun.
Where: Monte Carlo
When: Nowish.
Warnings: Yeah. Quite a few of them, I think.
It didn't take long for her to make her way to Monte Carlo. It helped in that she had nothing in particular to do first. With a thought she was suitably festive in a little black dress, and with another she was outside the doors of the casino in Monte Carlo. Stepping inside, she moved quickly toward the desk in an attempt not to be distracted, failing as she leaned in, waiting for the receptionist.
She loved casinos... loved them. They were perhaps her favourite invention yet that humans had come up with, albeit influenced and inspired by those like herself who had the most to gain from them. Her eyes had closed, and she was just breathing it all in, happily losing herself in the very taste of the air when she felt the hand at her elbow. Blinking, she flashed a smile at the receptionist, not at all sure how long he'd been trying to get her attention.
"What? Oh. Yes. My name is Kakia. I'm told you have something for me." |
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[Nov. 22nd, 2008|05:07 pm] |
Who: Toki & Stephanie (and you never know who else'll show up)
Where: The Wolfpack/Amoeba's rented cabin in the Alps
When: Right about now
Warnings: More than likely just cavity-inducing schmoop. Anything else comes up I'll update
It hadn't taken Stephanie long at all to get there, since her flat was fairly close to the London portkey. She was almost dressed for the weather, long pants and her winter jacket, fleecy scarf and a bobble hat. She had the bag with Toki's goggles in it over one arm, there were a few other things in the bag as well, fireplace s'mores called for dried apricots at the very least.
She grinned at the snow-guitar as she passed it, crunching her way up to the front steps, knocking before returning her hands to her pockets. It was cold up here. |
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[Nov. 22nd, 2008|08:18 pm] |
Who: Malakai Chmelyk, Rurik Markov
What: A bit of recovery, from a bout of insanity. AKA some H/C for an attention-grubbing vampire.
When/Where: After Kai's game with Calliope, Rurik's home in Paris
Warnings: Swearing? And mentions of violence. R-ish.
It was close to morning, in the park, by the time Malakai and Calliope had run out of energy, and went their separate ways. Add to that the time it took Malakai to gather himself, get back to the portkey, and then stop for a bite (of food), it was close to the next evening in Paris, before he ambled through the door of Rurik's apartment. He was still favoring his left side, the wounds to his shoulder and ribs remaining as deeply bruised scars even after the day. He'd need sleep, and blood, before they would start to heal properly. He was hoping his old friend might be able to help with both of those things.
"Rurik, darling? Please tell me you're here," His words were tired, the syllables slurring as he dropped down onto the couch with a pained grunt. |
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