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[Dec. 9th, 2008|12:46 am] |
Who: Skwsigaar the Elder and Lulu
What: Stuuuuuuuuff?
Where: Skwigelf Cabin, Sweden
When: Late Monday Night
Warnings: Likely.
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[Dec. 9th, 2008|03:33 pm] |
Who: Oz and Bill Turner
What: Helperpirate is being helpful
Where: Sparrow/Turner residence, London
When: Today, this afternoonish
Warnings: Swearing, probable TL;DR from Bill
The home was quaint looking - a two story brick house with a front porch upon which someone had built a snowman - which had proper blue gemstones in place of coal eyes, and large red jewels as buttons. The impression it gave was that either the inhabitants inside had no idea how valuable the stones were, that they knew how valuable they were and didn't care, or that the stones were fake, and they were tacky. The door itself was indeed, open. There was no sword-wielding spitfire to greet him, as she was in the kitchen, immersed in whatever it was she was doing on her laptop.
There was, however, music coming from the room up the stairs, and inside it, there was a young looking man, sitting in a chair, directly in a beam of sunlight as he mixed herbs and ground them in a pestle and mortar. On one side of the table at which he was sitting, there was an old book opened to a dogeared page, and a few stones with handheld grinding tools at the ready. It wasn't as if Bill hadn't heard Oz approach, it was simply that he was too busy making sure he had the proper amount of herbs, at the proper texture and didn't want to screw it up. |
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[Dec. 9th, 2008|06:49 pm] |
Who Snoopy and Cassie
What A tummy rub!
Where Snoopy's apartment
Where Manhattan!
When Now!
Rating/Status Oh, whatever tummy rub's ratings are? / in progress
( I want a dog for Christmas, Charlie Brown ) |
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[Dec. 9th, 2008|08:49 pm] |
Who: Navi and Bill Turner.
What: Heart to hearts!
When: Tuesday night.
Where: Navi's flat.
Warnings: Yup.
( Boozeahols! ) |
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[Dec. 9th, 2008|09:03 pm] |
Who: Sam Witwicky and Ganieda
What: Spending the night
Where: his place
When: tonight-ish
Warnings: Most likely. ;)
Ganieda had packed a small (very small) overnight bag and now was waiting for Sam to come and pick her up. She was waiting in the lobby of her apartment building, contemplating learning to drive as she waited.
Really, she should try. But then again, maybe she shouldn't. It was always so cozy getting into Sam's car and scooting over to kiss him before he drove them away.
She looked very cute as she watched for him and bounced on her toes. |
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[Dec. 9th, 2008|10:22 pm] |
Who: Malakai and Oz
What: Meetings, discussion, scoping out sites for cages. Seriously.
When/Where: This evening, Oz's apartment in NYC
Warnings: S for Snark? None, I assume.
True to his word, Malakai was able to make it to the city within the half hour, the portkey dropping him a couple blocks from where Oz had said do meet. Having come from the dead of night, in London, he found himself having to dig out his sunglasses to protect his eyes from the dusk.
Hands firmly fisted in his pockets, he managed to keep his resolve against attacking anyone, even as the hustle and bustle of people moving around him began to wear on his nerves. The few stops he had to make to contain himself did put him slightly past the 30 minute mark, but not obnoxiously so, as he made quick work of the stairs in the building, to land at Oz's door.
He knocked, leaning against the door jamb to wait patiently; it was equal parts good manners, and an inability to enter the apartment without permission. |
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[Dec. 9th, 2008|10:57 pm] |
Who: Edward and Kakia
What: New experiences!
Where: Casino Hotel Room
Warnings: Yes. Lots of them. liek woah.
Kakia waited with all the patience she could muster, setting out the various tools Edward would need for their game du jour. She'd rigged the room up to handle the chains, assuming so long as there was no permanent damage to the establishment, no one would care. She was particularly pleased at what could happen... She'd expected to eventually have to talk him into this, but to have it offered was like Christmas come early. She wasn't worried he'd do real damage, really... although she could be hurt quite a bit she was still sure even in this world he couldn't kill her. She'd taken precautions, though... one was fairly easy, though she didn't know if it would work... the other she was a bit more hesitant on. But if push came to shove, she'd deal with that. She'd explain them when he got there. Slipping into a silk robe, she wanted to pace in anticipation, but chose to lounge on the sofa as she waited...and if she concentrated, she could even stop fidgeting. |
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[Dec. 9th, 2008|11:31 pm] |
Who: Sookie Stackhouse and Oz the Popular
What: Coffee! Conversations. C... ookies? And other 'c' things.
When/Where: This afternoon? Time isn't fixed/ the coffeeshop Oz directed her to
Warnings: Unlikely, unless werewolf/vampire/psychic talk needs a warning.
Reading the address again, Sookie groaned inwardly at the fact that he seemed to be in one of the busier parts of the city. As much as she'd been working with Sadako to control her telepathy, it was still a fleeting thing, and she had to concentrate on not running into anyone, and finding her way, on top of making it to the coffeehouse.
Thankfully, it wasn't too far from the portkey, and she slipped inside a few minutes after she'd told Oz to expect her, looking through the crowd for him.
( OOC: Ace! ) |
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