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[Feb. 8th, 2009|06:58 am] |
Who: Alex Summers and Lorne Dane
What: Chatting, Hanging out, Thinking about the new world
When: Right after her first post on the forum
Where: Los Angeles
Rating: NC-17 for sexual situations
( Bright lights, big city, and strangers everywhere... ) |
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[Feb. 8th, 2009|05:41 pm] |
Who: Skwisgaar the (still) younger & Soren
What: crazy random happenstance
Where: Mordhaus, somewhere.
When: Right about now
Why: For much branesplodings
Warnings: Possible. Hard to say. Will update if so.
Skwisgaar was, in typical Skwisgaar fashion, perched on the steps outside Mordhaus, watching the sun set and smoking like he needed the nicotine. There was a guitar close at hand, though he wasn't playing just at the moment, wasn't even toying idly with the instrument as he was prone to doing. He was just sitting and watching and looking about as sullen as he ever did.
This didn't mean he was sullen of course, it probably just meant he was thinking. |
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[Feb. 8th, 2009|06:29 pm] |
Who: Waverly Worthington and Scott Summers
What: meeting, eating.
Where Paris
When A couple days ago.
Warnings: no clue. Proceed with caution.
Waverly was not quite happy with the portkey. She decided it was not the way a sane person would travel, if it weren't so convenient. She shook her coat out, checking her wings, then started down the street, to the place that Google had said contained their target restaurant.
She was nervous, of course. It could well be a trap. But honestly, she had gotten tired of living in fear of attack. If they wanted to kill her, she hoped she at least got to taste her food first. |
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[Feb. 8th, 2009|06:49 pm] |
Who: Constable Benton Fraser and Inspector Meg Thatcher
When: Two days after this post
What: Fraser returns from Toronto
Where: Safehouse in London
Warnings: None
Fraser had seemed even more subdued than usual when Inspector Thatcher had picked him up at Heathrow. Tactfully, she had not tried to draw him out on the subject of his trip, which meant that the trip back to the flat was silent. Aside from Diefenbaker's vocalisations. The wolf demonstrated a remarkable range of noises.
Perhaps now that they are back inside the flat, he will open up to her. Or at least say something.
Please. This is Benton Fraser.
But she cannot prompt him to speak. He must choose to speak. It must be his decision. So instead she sits on the couch with the laptop and begins reviewing--for the hundredth time--the latest files from CSIS. |
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[Feb. 8th, 2009|07:23 pm] |
Who: Peter and Sirius
What: Sirius is nice and drunk
When: A couple of days before the full moon.
Warnings: Maybe!
( Mindscrew ahoy! ) |
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[Feb. 8th, 2009|09:12 pm] |
Who: Bruce Wayne and Carrie Kelley
What: Serious conversation and stuff
Warnings I wish Nope!
( When evening falls so hard ) |
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[Feb. 8th, 2009|09:14 pm] |
Who: Malakai and Gatlin
What: The return of stolen goods, a Talk
When/Where: This evening, New York City
Warnings: Drug trade? Possible vampirism and violence.
Malakai deliberately waited until Rurik was in the room to gather the pills, wanting to make sure the other vampire wasn't going to give him shit for disrupting his stash. There was a moment of anxiety, like that of a child with his hand caught in the sweets, when Rurik turned to see him gathering Gatlin's vicodin into a bag. He couldn't help but laugh when the man chided him... for absuing narcotics.
"He noticed the bottle missing. He wants them back- the pills. I told him I would buy off the street for him, but I am feeling lazy. I promise, he will take them first," With a lopsided smile, he zipped the plastic bag shut and shoved it into his pocket. After a quick, obscene kiss, he headed out the door, running for the portkey and whisking himself off to New York.
Managed to land with a bit of grace, this time, and only stumbled slightly as he made his way out to the mouth of the alley, and towards Gatlin's home. He received a few odd looks on his way to the boy's door, but just muttered at them in Russian, most getting the point that he wasn't someone to mess with. At the boy's door, he gave a few rough knocks, hoping to be heard over the loud music in the hall. |
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[Feb. 8th, 2009|10:01 pm] |
Who: Sonya Blade and Danny (NPC)
What: In the middle of packing for a trip back to America
Where: Her home
When: Sunday afternoon
Packing up for a move was tricky now that she had a baby, but it wasn't a total mess. Danny was now slung across her chest in a sling, staring at her while she was organizing boxes, labeling what each box contained, what room it was supposed to go and if the contents were fragile or not. Thankfully, Tsung's accounts transferred to her name and so did his ownership of the hotel chain. Sonya was able to sell half of the ownership to the vice president and turn the mansion into a B&B, so she didn't have to worry about letting the mansion turn to shambles. So long as she kept the more 'powerful' materials in the library away from the public, everything should run smoothly enough. |
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[Feb. 8th, 2009|11:28 pm] |
Who: Willow and Malakai
Where: Her place
When: Evening
What: Helping Malakai
Rating: TBD
( Something witty here ) |
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