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[May. 2nd, 2009|11:53 am] |
Who: Samira and whoever stops by (Open log peoples!)
Where: Snake Pit bar in New Orleans
When: over plot weekend
Warnings: always possible, will update with specifics as necessary.
Sami, being Sami, was keeping an eye on things, she'd noticed the sudden spike in friendliness across the bar, but figured as long as no one was actually going at it on the tables, she had no reason to break out the fire hose. She'd sent her usual bartender home to make sure that everyone was alright there, and had taken over the job herself.
Just at the moment she was leaning against the bar, chatting with one of the regulars, the rattle on her tail flicking now and again in time with the beat of the background music. She smiled up at each new comer at the top of the stairs, "What can I get you?" |
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[May. 2nd, 2009|07:33 pm] |
Who: Teja Wartooth and a dead man
What: Necromancy
Where: Northern Norway
When: A couple nights ago.
Warnings: Necromancy.
( Follow the Fake Cut ) |
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[May. 2nd, 2009|08:25 pm] |
Who: Darius and Remy
What: realizing that Darius isn't good at avoiding trouble
Where: Italy, to start
When: tomorrow morning/afternoon
Warnings: cursing, references to mischief, college humor.
( Things never work out as they're supposed to. ) |
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[May. 2nd, 2009|10:05 pm] |
Who: Kezia Muntenau, Rurik Markov
What: Reunions, of a possibly-physical nature.
When/Where: Tonight, during the emo-sex plot/A less-than-fancy suite in Las Vegas
Warnings: Likely high.
Kezia had spent much of the last few days getting to know this new, human-filled world they had landed in. In this education, she had made herself something of a small fortune, offering helpful (if not always truthful) advice in the form of a street-walking 'gypsy psychic', her bread and butter of the last half century.
Particularly proud of her pull for the day (gilded with a diamond necklace from a woman who couldn't otherwise afford her services), Kezia finally made her way back to the room Rurik had said they would be staying in; even for a nearing-two-centuries old witch, she had almost no need for sleep. Still, she didn't want to seem ungrateful to Rurik, for his help.
To that end, she picked up a nice old (apparently?) bottle of wine, a peace offering as she waltzed past the temporary wards he'd put on the door.
"Rurik? Are you here, you old bastard? I come bearing gifts," |
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