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[May. 20th, 2011|04:31 pm] |
Who: Anne & Sam Winchester
What: A discussion.
Where: The Palace at Troy
Warnings: Severely hurt feelings all around.
( Come at me, bro ) |
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[Feb. 28th, 2010|06:23 pm] |
WHO: Them
WHAT: Yeah, right
WHERE: Bedroom
WARNINGS: see: Who, What, and Where
( Read more... ) |
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[Feb. 6th, 2010|11:36 am] |
WHO: Antigone, Sam, Alexandra & Kitt (one of these things is not like the other)
WHAT: Family dinner
WHERE: The Winchester Home
WARNINGS: Language? The guns have been hidden
The flash was instantaneous and like that, the Palace was gone and both Kitt and Alexandra found themselves in the foyer at the house in London. Not Anne's personal home, but the Winchester family home. Thankfully, both of them were dressed, having been on the beach, and Alex frowned. Antigone stood there, at the foot of the stairs, a small smile on her face.
( Read more... ) |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2010|06:51 pm] |
Who: Kitt and Anne
What: Talking
When: Recently
Where: The beach at Troy
Warnings: Not in the traditional sense
Day... whatever. And so far, Alex hadn't been back to visit him. No one had been back to visit him.
He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. But then, he'd also not been sent away, so maybe it was just coincidence.
For now, he'd decided to take a neutral stance, trying not to dwell on the lack of company, or be worried that he hadn't heard anything.
A walk on the beach would do him some good. It wasn't the ocean he was used to seeing, but it was still beautiful. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2010|08:16 pm] |
Who: Kitt and Anne
What: Coffee, talking, and tattoo removal
Where: A coffeeshop
When: Nowish
Warnings: None
While Kitt didn't particularly feel like talking, he did feel like having his tattoo removed, as easily and painlessly as possible. Doctors and lasers had their places, he was sure, but he much preferred the idea of complete erasure rather than a scarred reminder.
Of course, even without the tattoo removal, the opportunity to renew his friendship with Anne was worth the discomfort of a heart-to-heart talk.
Coffee never went wrong, either. |
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[May. 25th, 2009|05:21 pm] |
[Who] Anne & Sam
[What] Presents!
[Where] The house, Troy & a surprise place
[Why] It's her birthday
[When] Backdated to the 22nd
Her mother did it first, in fact, it was what her mother did. Then Anteros had done it, using a closet in her room at Troy. Now SHE was going to do it, only she was going to do it with three places, and hopefully, it was going to work and well.
( She had a surprise for Sam. ) |
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[Feb. 20th, 2009|07:14 pm] |
WHO: Sam & Anne
WHAT: Reconnecting
WHERE: The Palace at Troy
WARNINGS: ... don't know
( Read more... ) |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2009|09:27 pm] |
Who: Antigone, Anteros, Psyche
What: A talk
Where: The Winchester Mansion
Warnings: Three Gods walk into a room...
( You should have said no... ) |
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[Dec. 30th, 2008|12:07 am] |
WHO: Antigone vs. Fate // Antigone vs. Winchesters
WHAT: The return of a Goddess
WHEN: Four days after she died
WHERE: Elysian Fields // Troy // Casa de Winchester
WARNINGS: Ummm?
( You can't keep a Goddess down ) |
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[Nov. 16th, 2008|03:05 am] |
Who: Aphrodite and Antigone
What: First meeting, as far as Aphrodite is concerned.
When/Where: Sunday, 11ish. Mediterranean Cafe, NYC
Warnings: oh dear lord no.
She was, as she usually was, late for the brunch she'd set up with Anne. She had to admit, her curiosity was getting the better of her in this case... the idea that Hermes had a child she didn't know about was practically unfathomable... he was always the most reluctant father. Still, both Hermes and Ares had confirmed it, so she could only imagine they were in fact telling the truth. It was the only time they ever agreed on things, really. The fact that this girl knew her was also intriguing. While she had a habit of forgetting the...well, forgettable, Aphrodite doubted this girl fell into this category. Demigods rarely did.
Appearing just outside the Cafe, she stepped in and held her hand up to silence the host's inevitable fawning, looking around first to see if her guest had arrived. |
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[Sep. 28th, 2008|05:33 pm] |
WHO: Anne & Sam
WHAT: Going to Troy (what's left of it, anyway)
WHEN: Now
WHY: She's homesick
( Remember me... ) |
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[Aug. 31st, 2008|07:03 pm] |
WHO: Sam Winchester & Anne
WHAT: Talking & such
WHEN: Three days after she left
WARNINGS: Don't think so...?
( Read more... ) |
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[Aug. 27th, 2008|05:08 pm] |
WHO: Antigone & Psyche
WHAT: Going home for a day or two
WHEN: Backdated to That Day
WARNINGS: Don't think so
( Read more... ) |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2008|08:16 pm] |
WHO: Sam Winchester & Anne
WHAT: Driving
WHEN: Saturday Night
WHY: She doesn't know how.
( Fun, fun, fun... ) |
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[Jul. 30th, 2008|04:09 pm] |
WHO: Sam Winchester & Anne
WHAT: Talking, reuniting
WHEN: After John's been brought back to life
WHERE: Winchester Compound
WARNINGS: Oh, yes.
( Read more... ) |
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[Jul. 30th, 2008|12:40 am] |
WHO: Antigone Grace & The Fates
WHAT: A formal invocation
WHERE: Elsewhere, clearly
WHY: No more pain for the Winchesters
STATUS: Finished [Narrative/Closed]
The formality of what she was preparing to do was not lost on Antigone. She knew, without being told, that asking a favor from Fate was just as crazy as a mortal asking a favor of their God. The possibility for mercy was there, but there were rituals to be followed, tradition.
Part of propriety was dress, and the Princess had merely changed her clothing with a thought, the traditional chiton draping from her body as if it were meant for her. In reality, it was. Her tiara sat on her head, the dark hair curled and braided around it. Another thought had her on a dark plain, waiting. It was time.
( Read more... ) |
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[Jul. 16th, 2008|11:14 pm] |
Who: James and Antigone
What: Figuring things out
Where: A hotel in New York
When: Wednesday evening.
( Wtf ) |
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[Jun. 25th, 2008|07:51 pm] |
WHO: Sam Winchester & Anne
WHAT: Catching up
WHEN: After the brouhaha has settled a little
WARNINGS: YES
( Read more... ) |
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[Jun. 16th, 2008|07:38 pm] |
WHO: Sam Winchester and Anne
WHAT: Talks & Trips
WHERE: His place & then.... elsewhere!
WHEN: Now
It seemed like nothing had been normal in weeks. There was the 'jumping all over time' thing, which, frankly? She'd done and this was no better. Seeing Sam injured hadn't done her heart any favors. Seeing Sam as a toddler hadn't improved things. Then there were killer ghosts and a friend in need of a friend and now? Anne was in need of her boyfriend. Right now.
Forgoing the doorbell, the stairs or anything else, she appeared in Sam's bedroom in a bit of sparkly blue light and could have just hugged the bed itself. The room was just Sam and she'd missed him. As soon as she saw him? She practically threw herself at him, burying her face in his neck. |
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[Jun. 11th, 2008|07:29 pm] |
WHO: Bela & Anne
WHAT: Vacation
WHERE: Portkey to the tropics.
WHEN: During Reika's rampage.
Bela didn't have many summery sorts of clothes, but she managed an acceptable outfit. She didn't want to be weighted down, so she simply walked to the portkey with no luggage. She would stumble back to her flat if she needed clothes. Right now she needed to be free and easy and without thought.
She looked around for Anne, not sure whether they were meeting at the portkey or at the bar in Tahiti. She had her entire last pay cheque in her handbag, and she'd likely make more money during the course of the evening. Such an amount ought to get her sufficiently soused. It wasn't even that she wanted to get drunk, per se - she wanted to not think about anything. It was the quickest method. |
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[Jun. 4th, 2008|09:54 pm] |
Who: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester and any family members who want in on this madness.
What: Toddler!Sammich is unleashed.
Where: Winchester Compound Mansion
Ratings: Schmoop factor, to be sure and a possible swear word.
( The Wheels on the Bus go round and round.... ) |
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[May. 27th, 2008|06:05 pm] |
Who: Sam Winchester & Anne
What: He's still in bed. Take a guess
When: Tonight.
Where: His bed
Warnings: Yes. Lots of them.
Anne prepared a tray of things for the two of them to nibble on during the watching of a movie she was quite sure she wasn't going to get to see the end of.
( More warnings! ) |
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[May. 20th, 2008|02:41 pm] |
WHO: Dean, Bela, Anne and Sam if he wants
WHAT: Bela's a young widow with money, and people are jousting to marry her. Oh, and Anne is a princess allegedly getting married to some guy she's never met.
WHERE: Bela's castle. Yep, castle.
WHEN: Medieval day.
WARNINGS: Profanity and probably a lot of discussion of breasts.
Bela fairly shrieked as the closet where she'd been hiding had its door yanked open. She'd woken up in this time fairly content at first, seeing the servants and silks, and even appreciating how the high corset had made her figure look. But when she'd found out more - widow, jousting, marriage - well. Thank God-or-whatever for the journals. She wouldn't admit it, but it did her good to know Dean was on the way.
And, of course, Anne appeared to be right in her face. "Anne!" The other woman looked beautiful, but afraid. Probably just how Bela looked herself. |
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[May. 11th, 2008|03:38 pm] |
Who: Anne and Sam Winchester
What: She said dinner and a movie.
When: Tonight.
Where: Anne's place
Warnings: Impossible to tell at this point. Probably less sex than usual.
( They say confession is good for the soul... ) |
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[May. 6th, 2008|06:54 pm] |
Who: Sam Winchester and Antigone Grace.
What: Dinner and a movie that she'll see the end of.
When: Tonight.
Where: Casa de Winchester.
Warnings: They're apparently skipping dinner. *cough* That makes this thread NSFW unless your job is REALLY cool.
( Lots of Meat... ) |
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[May. 2nd, 2008|09:34 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | antigone grace, bela talbot, brenda annn turner, candy quackenbush, dean winchester, henry townshend, link, lorna dane, moirae, sam winchester, skwisgaar skwigelf (post-dethklok), skwisgaar skwigelf (pre-dethklok), teague brennan, toki wartooth | ] |
What: Guitar Hero Party!
Who: Whoever you want to show up! Feel free to have your side logs, but this is the big one.
When: Tonight!
Where: The Winchester Mansion.
( Star Power! ) |
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[Apr. 27th, 2008|02:52 pm] |
Who: Antigone Grace and Sam Winchester (special appearance by Dean Winchester!)
Where: Sam's house
When: Around 6ish tonight
Why: Having dinner
Rating: Rather tame, I'd say. Possibility of a bad word, maybe? Also, shameless flirting and cuteness. Kissing and such.
Sam had the terrace set up for dinner for two, with the understanding that Dean wouldn't interfere...much. Roxy was laying in a sunny spot, watching Sam hurry around, lighting the low candles on the table- as well as the big one in the hurricane glass in the center. The grill was getting hot and he had some chicken and steaks as well as some vegetable skewers to go on when it was ready to go.
"Rox? Do me a favor, would you? If she's wearing socks...don't eat them, please?" Sam asked the puppy, who sneezed and wagged her tail at him. He took it as a yes. |
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[Apr. 10th, 2008|03:33 pm] |
Who: Winston and Antigone [What what?]
What: Walking around London.
Where: London.
When: Thursday afternoon
Rating: PG-13 me thinks.
With wide-eyed fascination he'd stepped out of his flat initially to look about the area around him. It was a rather crowded part of town which didn't surprise him nor disturb him in the least. Winston was used to crowded, so he felt a bit more at ease knowing there were people living beside him, across from him and under him. The buzz of the city however was completely different than the one he had left. He could hear automobiles on the street (not tanks, not armored vehicles he had to remind himself) and could see the blue sky above (no more gray).
It didn't take long for him to retreat back inside though as he felt a wave of nausea hit him. He wasn't in 1984 anymore, that much he could believe but as to where he was...he still wasn't sure. Of course he was on London and the people on the strange little machine he kept in his pocket claimed it was 2008 (could it really be?) but he still had his doubts and his worries.
Making his way to the ratty old couch, he dropped down onto it with a huff and rubbed his bare arms. |
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