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[Dec. 6th, 2012|10:15 pm] |
Who: Petit & Artan
What: Meeting for the first time, again, once more.
Where: Guildhall, NOLA
Warnings: Snark, cussin'.
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[Jan. 22nd, 2011|10:15 am] |
Who: V and Petit
What: From Shadow Gallery to Guildhall
Where: Guildhall, NOLA, USA
When: About 6 hours after he came in, on Friday, Jan 21, 2011
Warnings: Possible swearing and superfluous verbosity.
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[Jan. 16th, 2011|11:58 pm] |
WHO: Kabe and Petit
WHAT: Kabe's portkey-hopping
WHERE: The Guildhall
WARNINGS: Maybe language.
Kabe had taken her third portkey of the afternoon and wound up in what she assumed was New Orleans. It felt like Louisiana again, and that frankly made her fucking uncomfortable. Her first instinct was to look around for the way out, but there was a building up ahead. She edged closer to it, wondering if there was another portkey to another place. "Hello?" |
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[Jan. 7th, 2011|01:42 am] |
Who: Artan & Petit
What: 4 years of bein' here, kid's pregnant, their idea of a romantic date, take your pick.
Where: Guildhall/NOLA
When: Nowish
Warnings: If Artan gets his way, yes!
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[Aug. 30th, 2010|10:33 pm] |
WHO: Mal and Petit
WHAT: Checking up on Arthur
WHERE: Guildhall
WHEN: A few days after Mal arrived
WARNINGS: Nah
It had not been long to find a trace of this Petit and her guild; there weren't many assassins' guilds that kept hackers or chemists on retainer. Mal showed up armed, at the nearest portkey she could find to the guildhall's location on the outskirts of New Orleans. She ought to feel at home, somehow, but this wasn't France and it wasn't real French. But it was the States, and if her children had been here, they'd have been nearby. |
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[Jun. 9th, 2010|11:53 pm] |
WHO: Ariel, Petit and Bobby Singer
WHAT: Explanations and clarifications
WHERE: Guildhall
WARNINGS: Probably not, will update if necessary
Ariel stood in the swamp again, trying not to remember what had happened the last time he'd been here. He did his best to shake it off as he found the large old house again, knocking on the door. He was ushered into the vestibule, wondering if Bobby had arrived yet, or if he was first. This might be a bit awkward, but he had to do it, he reminded himself. It would make contacts, and maybe even friends. It was worth swallowing his pride for a while. He had flowers for Petit, so hopefully she wouldn't be too long. He held them as carefully as he could while he waited. |
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[Apr. 2nd, 2010|10:05 pm] |
WHO: Ariel and Petit
WHAT: Finding Helena
WHERE: Petit's place
WHEN: About a day or two after Ariel's last talk with Calliope
WARNINGS: Other than this probably winding up really frickin' sad, none.
Ariel checked the address once more and nodded when the crooked numbers on the house's doorframe matched up. It was a strange place to live, in the back of a swamp, but he'd never understood Southerners. As long as this was the correct place.
He felt better than he had in ages, and he clutched Helena's ring firmly in his fist, probably so tightly it would leave an imprint of a ring and chain when he unclenched his fingers. With the other hand he knocked on the door, trying to will his nerves to calm. No matter what happened during this ritual, he would know the truth. Truth conquered all, even love. It had always sounded good in the past. |
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[Jan. 28th, 2010|08:56 pm] |
Who: Petit & Ezio
Where: Guildhall
When: Right abouts now.
What: Interview (we'll call it that, sure)
Warnings: I'll let you know.
( Meanwhile, over in Munchkin Land ) |
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[Aug. 31st, 2009|08:06 am] |
Who: Open to everyone
What: Life support
Where: Teague's art studio, London
When: Tonight around 5pm
Warnings: TBD
( Come to help yourself and others. ) |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2009|01:06 am] |
Who: Petit & Sadako
Where: Guildhall, New Orleans
What: ... with these two? Could be going out on a stabbing spree, could be staying in and watching Rachael Ray.
When: Saturday evening
Warnings: see the what. Always possible, will update with specifics if necessary.
( Just 2 little atoms of hydrogen sharing electrons with 1 of oxygen ) |
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[Jul. 3rd, 2009|09:31 pm] |
Who: Soren Skwigelf and Petit Lapan LeBeau.
What: Soren being a good friend.
When: After Artan's disappearance.
Where: Petit's.
Warnings: Fluff and maybe swearing.
( Helping out. ) |
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[Jun. 11th, 2009|11:18 pm] |
Who: Petit & Lulu
Where: the Guildhall
When: nowish
Why: tea and commiseration
Warnings: maybe some swearing, likely nothing worser.
It had been a couple days since Petit's surprise, she was doing better than she had been at first, though she was still more rattled than she let on. So she'd done the only sensible thing she could think of and had called the only other person who was dealing with the same thing.
Of course as soon as Lulu had agreed to come over, Petit went about putting the water on for tea, and raiding the cabinets for Jaffa cakes. Henn had been keeping her in a steady supply, knowing how much she liked them. |
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[Jun. 8th, 2009|11:09 pm] |
Who: Petit & Soren
Where: New Orleans
When: Now-ish
What: Cheeseburgers at midnight
Why: See the what.
Warnings: Probably not, but always possible.
Petit had been surprised by the call, but not totally shocked, and as she'd informed Soren, he was really just in time, since she, as she said, 'would theoretically and possibly literally just about kill someone for a cheeseburger'.
She was wearing a pair of yoga pants and another one of the shirts from Henn, this one said 'I make people, what's your superpower?' when she answered the door, smiling crookedly, "So I actually know a place that's open this time of night, we can even walk there, s'not too far away." |
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[May. 21st, 2009|04:57 pm] |
Who: Petit 'Phaze' & Remy 'Gambit' LeBeau
Where: Old Town New Orleans boardwalk
When: Thursday afternoonish
Why: Pregnant lady needs some taffy
Warnings: Not likely, but always possible. It's in their blood.
Petit had found her shoes, and she'd found a purse, and Toto, her crab-size-and-shaped Shadow was perched on her shoulder, right where he usually sat.
She was wearing one of the shirts that Henn had given her for mother's day, the one that said 'does this shirt make me look pregnant?' mostly because it made her laugh since she'd only just started to show.
She was doodling a map while she waited, going over a mental checklist, the same as she always did while waiting for anything. |
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[May. 18th, 2009|12:42 am] |
Who: Petit Lapan LeBeau and Gaz Membrane.
What: Random meetings in Mordhaus.
When: Sunday night.
Where: The kitchen.
Wearnings: Besides glarey and maybe last-minute stabby, not really. I'll update with specifics as need be.
( The assassin meets the new zombie handler. ) |
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[Jan. 31st, 2009|10:55 am] |
Who: Petit & Teja
What: no-holds-barred sparring session
Where: Mordhaus, one of the training rooms
When: Right about now
Why: because!
Warnings: Bloods and swearing, likely not much else.
Petit had decided that she actually kind of liked Mordhaus. She wouldn't want to live there for any length of time, but she liked the place well enough to come visit at random.
She'd done her warming up and her preparing at home, it had occurred to her, of course, that Teja had more experience sparring with her than she did with him, but that kind of thing had never stopped her before, and it wasn't about to now either.
She actually came in the front door for once, instead of just slipping in from the Backstage like she usually did, smiling her most winning smile at the guards on duty before breezing right past. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2009|09:45 pm] |
Who: Artan and Petit
What: Action movies and chocolate
Where: Guildhall, New Orleans, Louisiana
When: Now!
Warnings: Just assume yes, will update.
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[Nov. 17th, 2008|01:12 am] |
Who: Artan and Petit
What: Stuff
Where: Places
When: Nowish
Warnings: Likely.
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[Nov. 3rd, 2008|11:18 pm] |
Who: Alexia Winters and Petit LeBeau
What: Lunch!
Where: Prague. Because.
When: Sometime that isn't usually associated with Lunch.
Warnings: Swearing, probable snark. Not much other than that, I'd imagine.
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[Oct. 8th, 2008|07:42 pm] |
Who: Killychick and Healerlady
Where: MiniMordhaus
When: shortly after this
Why: teh lulz. Duh.
Warnings: Not likely with these two, will update if they decide to go gatorbaiting
After her re-re-re-re-interview Petit had decided to take a walking tour of Mordhaus, just to familiarize herself with the layout, never knew when that kind of thing might come in handy, when she may need to make a quick escape, or lead a charge. She'd always had a fairly good sense of direction, so even the labyrinthine corridors were no real challenge. |
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[Oct. 7th, 2008|10:28 pm] |
Who: Mr. Ofdensen and Petit
What: Re-re-re-interviewing.
When: Todayish
Where: Charles' office of many lamps.
Warnings: Yeahno. Well... swearing, probably.
Charles was, as expected, at his desk. He'd contacted Petit to re-re-interview her, or rather, have some sort of meeting as all the Charlies past and present and parallel seemed to have already done. But he knew her from his home universe, and his predecessor did not. He merely wanted to see if she was the same Petit, or at least something like her. He had his notes and his rolodex out, both flipped to the pages that concerned the assassin. |
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[Sep. 13th, 2008|05:03 pm] |
Who: Petit's moving crew
Where: Crowley's fine business establishment in London
When: Sunday afternoon
Why: Planning and probably executing a heist
( It was NOT a dark and stormy night ) |
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[Sep. 3rd, 2008|08:19 pm] |
Who: Petit & Boots
What: Going shopping (mostly for things that go blinky)
Why: Because they've got catching up to do
When: Midafternoon/evening sometime after Boots' arrival.
Petit had called before coming over, and she'd worn walking shoes, figuring this would be a fairly extensive shopping trip. Toto was perched on her shoulder, where he usually sat lately, she was smiling, she had a long-range plan to beat the boredom, and a more short-term one. She rang the bell, after all, she'd given Boots the keys to the place. |
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[Aug. 31st, 2008|10:14 pm] |
Who: Petit & Lulu
Where: out back of the guildhall, New Orleans
What: Burninating the countryside/peasants/thatchroofcottages
When: nowish
Why: stress relief and/or just because.
Petit had moved all the combustibles outside, off to the edge of the swampy area, just like she'd said she usually did, and was busying herself making small Molotov cocktails, she'd already found some leftover fireworks, but she wasn't sure how old they were, or how effective they'd be. It was easy, well-practiced work, and she seemed to be enjoying herself. |
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[Aug. 30th, 2008|10:45 pm] |
Who: Petit and Sable
Where: Sable's bookstore
Why: Shopping with Shadows!
When: Daylight-ish hours, sometime close to now.
It hadn't been too hard to find the place, really, the directions from the website were fairly accurate, and Petit was good at finding places like this, the little out of the way ones, she just hoped that if not what she was actually looking for, she'd be able to get ahold of information about it.
She slipped through the door, wincing at the chime, she'd gotten used to not announcing her presence in the past few weeks, and was just getting used to moving like a normal person again. |
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[Aug. 19th, 2008|07:20 pm] |
Who: Dethklok's on-call Assassin and their Manager
Where: Offdensen's office, where else?
Why: BECAUSE!
When: Now-ish
Petit wasn't sure if the summons was for Official Business or not, but she'd dressed for it just in case, body-armor bodice and a pair of flexible, tough, pants. She had a worn leather bag slung over her shoulder and her hair was held back with a lockpick kit disguised as a wire comb.
She had debated just popping right into the office from the Backstage, but had decided against it, after all, she'd never met the man before and usually saved that kind of thing for friends and family.
In any case, she was ushered to the office by hooded guards just as soon as she gave her name at the front gate, she arched a brow when they all but evaporated again, shaking her head and knocking twice. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2008|12:29 am] |
Who: Remy LeBeau and Petit
What: Srs talk is srs.
Where: Guildhall, just outside of New Orleans, Louisiana
When: Night.
Warnings: Swearing, snark, LeBeauness.
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[Jun. 2nd, 2008|12:48 am] |
Who: Sweeney Todd and Petit LeBeau
Where: London and Some Town in Ireland
When: Most of Sunday
What: Around town, at a showing of Sweeney Todd - The Demon Barber of Fleet Street, at a pub, in his shop... Anywhere interesting, really.
Warnings: Murder, talking about murder, gore, talking about gore, cleavage, talking about cleavage. Swearing.
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[Mar. 17th, 2008|10:23 am] |
Who: Belle and Petit
What: getting rid of stolen goods, possibly being insane together.
Where: Petit's place
When: Yesterday, before Gilbert went poof
Rating: Maybe some language?
The file for the houses was tucked into her laptop case, along with her laptop. She was feeling somewhat cheerful, for once. Maybe it was getting back to doing things she'd done before. Old Town had done her more good than she'd realized.
She was at the address Petit had given her. After a moment of surveying the layout, she knocked loudly. |
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| The continuing adventures of Petit & Artan |
[Feb. 26th, 2008|02:51 pm] |
Who: Petit & Artan
Where: Petit's place
When: Monday evening, after their grand adventure Monday morning
Warnings: Gets long, again, they're chatty, swear like always have some booze and some pot and then fall asleep.
( They're BFFs really ) |
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[Feb. 26th, 2008|11:58 am] |
Who: Lorna and Petit
What: Showing off the portkeys
Where: Everywhere!
Warnings: None likely. Maybe language?
Lorna was hanging around the portkey, listening to her iPod. She kept a sharp eye open for the car that Petit would be driving. The way she'd decided to do this was to hover above the park and wait for someone to get out of their car and look around. Surprisingly, there weren't many who did this. |
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[Feb. 25th, 2008|10:26 pm] |
Who: Petit Lapan LeBeau, Artan Stillman and various extras
When: Monday morning after Sunday the night before.
Where: Out on the town
Why: because. Same as before.
Warnings: more swearing, they get chatty and it gets long, nothin' else, surprisingly
( lol fake cut 2 )
and then because the site went blippy, we continued by IM
( REAL cut this time! ) |
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[Feb. 25th, 2008|06:28 pm] |
Who: Petit Lapan LeBeau & Artan Stillman
When: Sunday night after Artan's arrival
Why: because.
Where: Petit's workplace and then her place
Warnings: swearing, drinking, a bit of freaking out, nothing else
( lolz fake cut ) |
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