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[Mar. 7th, 2009|10:05 am] |
Who: Sophie and Nate for now
What: She's going in the room.
Warnings: Screaming. possible violence. Hopefully no death.
( opening doors and picking fights ) |
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[Mar. 7th, 2009|02:28 pm] |
Who: Crowley and Alexia
What: A business meeting; which is to say, Crowley has no idea
When/Where: This evening, Alexia's London Flat
Warnings: No idea.
Crowley had been on the way to pick a... teaser, for a client, when he slid the tape into his casette player. The repetition of his name, admittedly, had Crowley worried- he hadn't been quite sure that Alexia would approve of his friendship with the Prince; he glanced around, paranoid, thinking he was about to be accosted, or worse, sent right back to Hell.
He visibly relaxed at the mention of a promotion, having to laugh hysterically at the end of the tape, when Sinatra resumed control over the stereo, sounding a little preturbed to have been upstaged. (The man always was a bit of a diva.)
Shutting the car back off, he took the time to send a quick message to his Angel and the goddess, unsure just what he was being sent off to do. However, Alexia had said he'd be waiting, so he quickly shut the device off (his business associates could figure out what to do with the child themselves), willing himself to the door of his Lord's flat. He didn't bother knocking, knowing Alexia would know he had arrived, and answer when he felt like. |
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[Mar. 7th, 2009|10:15 pm] |
Who: Henn & Soren
Where: Backstage and then casa de Amoeba
When: Now-ish
What: Stuuuuf
Why: Just 'cos.
Warnings: duh. They can't go five minutes on their own without being NSFW
( Que sera sera in black and pink ) |
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[Mar. 7th, 2009|10:21 pm] |
Who: Anteros and Psyche
What: Dinner
When: Tonight
Warnings: None yet.
Anteros took his time getting dressed, making sure everything was perfect. He felt something like a school boy, or what he imagined a school boy must feel like, as he got ready for an evening out with psyche. He didn't consider it a date, exactly. They were beyond dating. It was odd, with a few random memories filling some of the gaps in his mind, reminding him that he and Psyche never really clicked, before. His amnesia, whatever the cause, had effectively given him a second chance, and he had started to hope he never regained his full memory. He felt he was doing just fine, the way things were, now. He remembered enough, but not too much. He was content.
"Psyche?" He called to her, rather than simply appearing in her room. He wanted to give her the chance to make an entrance. |
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[Mar. 7th, 2009|11:58 pm] |
Who: Crowley and Aziraphale
What: A bit of fun, wet-and-naked style
When/Where: Today after Crowley's meeting with Alexia, Eden
Warnings: Definately. NC-17. There's no telling how far.
( Witty Cut Text Here ) |
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