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[Oct. 23rd, 2011|08:50 pm] |
Who: Alistair, Aveline, Duncan, Leandra, Miranda
What: Surprise! You're parents! Yes, already!
When: Sometime
Where: Alistair's apartment in Santa Monica
( Just when things were going well... ) |
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[Sep. 27th, 2011|01:46 pm] |
Who: Aveline and Alistair
What: Talking about their problem, which will probably lead to kissing.
Warnings: Nothing more than what was just said, I'm sure.
( Whatever will be. ) |
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[Sep. 11th, 2011|06:09 pm] |
Who: Auron and Alistair in their cartoony glory
What: Scientific experimentation to see if cartoons can get blitzed out of their minds.
When: Sunday night.
Where: The Unnamed Pub. I don't remember where it is. Semi-open, if other people want to put their pups in the bar to watch them make asses of themselves.
Warnings: I'm going to assume swearing, and who knows, maybe one of them is a naked drunk. My money's on Alistair.
( This was annoying. ) |
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[Sep. 6th, 2011|08:02 pm] |
WHO: Alistair and Sebastian Vael
WHAT: Two men of the Chantry
WHERE: Sebastian's grounds in Monaco
WARNINGS: None
NB. Slow timed.
( Take your time, don't live too fast ) |
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[Aug. 29th, 2011|05:33 pm] |
Who: Aveline and Alistair
What: Just talking
Warnings: None
( Read more ) |
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[Dec. 31st, 2009|09:35 pm] |
WHO: Sereda and Alistair
WHAT: Celebrating New Year's, Fereldan style
WHERE: Wherever they bloody well feel like it!
WARNINGS: With these two, anyone's guess. Likely nothing major.
After the fourth person had wished her a happy new year, Sereda had gotten the hint. She'd gotten back to their flat before Alistair and done a little research. She'd see what he might be up for when he arrived home.
Home. Their home. It still sort of made her giddy inside that she was sharing quarters with him that weren't a tent. Once she'd bought them a proper bed, well. Most mornings, it was a struggle for either of them to leave it. |
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[Dec. 19th, 2009|12:36 am] |
WHO: Sereda and Alistair
WHAT: Meeting up
WHERE: Central Park, New York City
WHEN: Nowish
WARNINGS: Doubt it. Alistair's a wuss. ;)
Sereda stood awkwardly in an open expanse of green, arms across her chest. She had no weapon, no armor - and there were either no darkspawn or she had lost the ability to sense them. How would she defend herself if the occasion arose?
At least the field had good sight lines; there were few trees and a hard sort of walkway. If someone was coming, she'd be able to see them for miles before they got close. |
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[Nov. 28th, 2009|08:56 pm] |
Who: Alistair and Annie
What: Alistair is Lost.
Where: London
When: Saturday evening
Warnings: Who knows?
( Snip. ) |
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