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[Aug. 11th, 2010|11:05 pm] |
Who: Momos, Ate, and...others, I'm sure.
What: Dinner and Fighting.
Where: NY Penthouse
When: Tonight
Warnings: Language, also these are incestuous gods that are about to get even more incestuous, so be warned.
( You know your daddy's home and it's time to play. ) |
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[Jul. 28th, 2010|11:20 pm] |
Who: Momos and Oizys
What: Drunken moping and smacking
Where: Kakia's couch.
When: Now.
Warnings: Cussing and such, probably. No sex that I know of. Will update.
Do you know how much alcohol it took to make and keep a daimon drunk? A lot. So much in fact that Kakia's living room was littered with bottles of all shapes and sizes. What? Momos like his alcohol in a variety of flavors. And where was that particular god at the moment? Lounging on the couch, that's where. Head lolling back and forth, leg swung off the side of the couch and a nearly empty rum bottle pinched between two fingers. Not to mention the whistling. Oh yes, he was definitely whistling. If anyone where listening closely, it was to the tune of "Your Cheatin' Heart" by Hank Williams.
Who knew Momos was a country music fan? |
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[May. 6th, 2010|05:04 pm] |
Who: Ate and Kia
What: Catching up.
Where: Ate's penthouse.
When: Now
Warnings: Doubtful.
Kia didn't waste anytime getting over to Ate's. She'd really begun to miss her sister in the last few weeks she'd been here without her. Sure, they could get snippy with each other but generally, they were pretty tight knit.
It only took her a few minutes before she was knock on Ate's door. There was a pretty strong shield around the penthouse, which made her a little curious, but whatever, as long as Ate let her in. |
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[Feb. 9th, 2010|11:57 am] |
Who: Momos, Ate, Hestia and possibly, Hades.
What: Momos exerting his fatherly rights...with some help because Ate is mean.
Where: Their Ate's apartment
When: 9 AM this morning.
Warnings: More Momos bone breakage is a definite possibility.
Appearing in front of Ate's door, Mos felt the ward up and sighed. She was without a doubt the stubbornest bitch this side of Ossa. Deciding to wait for Hestia and Hades, Momos leaned against the wall and crossed his arms as he stared at the door. He knew she knew he was out here. |
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[Jul. 28th, 2009|04:01 am] |
Who: Momos and Até
What: Freak visitor?
Where: Apartment, NYC
Warnings: Cussing. will update as needed.
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[Jun. 7th, 2009|08:20 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | até, momos | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | amused | ] |
Who: Ate and Momos
What: Eating Pizza
Where: Their Apartment
When: Now
Warnings: Definitely.
( Lollipop, Lollipop... ) |
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[Mar. 15th, 2009|08:15 pm] |
Who: No idea. Ate, Momos, and a bunch of other people.
What: Wedding.
Where: Their home
When: Ides of March, evening.
Warnings: Mmm.... room full of daimones? It's sadly way too possible.
( There is nothing fair in this world... ) |
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[Mar. 3rd, 2009|02:49 am] |
Who: Até, Momos
What: Rings and things
Where: Their apartment
Warnings: Implied? Will update if needed.
She was frowning at her computer screen when he said he was coming home and didn't bother answering her question. For all that she said she was planning on keeping him, he really, really tended to find himself at the top of her list of most annoyingly exasperating family members. With a growl and a final slap of irritation to her monitor, she stepped away from the desk, heading down to the main level of the apartment to stand in front of the elevator, arms crossed as she waited. |
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[Jan. 27th, 2009|02:21 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | até, momos | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | anxious | ] |
Who: Ate and Momos
What: Talking?
Where: Their Apartment, NY
When: Now
Warnings: Oh yes.
To say he was in a hurry, would be an understatement. He really just wanted to get his hands on her. Make sure she was his again. He didn't bother with the door, simply honed in on where she was in the apartment and appeared there.
"I want you to marry me." |
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[Jan. 24th, 2009|02:49 pm] |
Who: Prince Kael'Thas Sunstrider and Open to all who want to try and take him down
Where: Rockerfeller Square
When: Saturday
Why: He's reverted to big bad magic guy and has to be stopped
Rating: Uh PG-13 for ass kicking?
( Things are looking grim... ) |
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[Jan. 20th, 2009|04:18 am] |
Who: future!Até, young!Kia, and normal!Momos.
What: Collection of younger siblings, Ohai, here's your baby.
When: Nowish.
Where: Starting in Kia's apartment, and moving to Até and Momos' penthouse.
Warnings: None so far.
It was funny, really... explaining to Momos that she was from 4 decades in the future, and oh yeah they were married with child now hadn't seemed to bad for her, really. If anything, she was mildly amused. But the idea of Kia being a kid again through her for a total loop. She probably should let Kakia deal with it, but the moment Kia asked for their mother the guilt started, and it made her decision for her.
She planned on being there approximately 3 minutes, so left the baby asleep, and teleported immediately into Kia's apartment as quietly as she could, remembering the "pretty naked man" that was apparently in the bed. There were things she just was not willing to explain today. She didn't see Kia, so she only assume she was peaking. Again. Somethings never did change...
"Hey little girl... C'mon." |
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[Dec. 17th, 2008|03:21 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | adikia, anteros, anthony j crowley, aphrodite, ares, até, cassiel, dolos, edward albright, henry spivey, kakia, lorna dane, marius rogan, meat, melpomene, momos, nessarose thropp, styx | ] |
Who: EVERYONE
What: Saturnalia!
Where: St. Patrick's Cathedral, NYC
When: Wednesday, the 17th.
Warnings: Only if the party goes well. So we can hope.
( Io, Saturnalia! ) |
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[Nov. 24th, 2008|03:18 am] |
Who: Até and Dr. Norah Skinner
What: Potential Therapy
When: Wednesday Afternoon
Where: Dr. Skinner's Office
Warnings: Naw.
Até frowned a bit as she looked at the door in front of her, the one that matched the address she'd been given for the psychiatrist. She had almost decided to blow off the appointment she'd made - who met a potential shrink over a computer, and why was she even considering this in the first place? But her sense of responsibility was too strong to just not go, and she couldn't think of a good reason to cancel the thing ahead of time. At least, that's what she told herself. If she allowed herself to think about it too long, she knew she really needed something to get beyond the emotional block or whatever the hell it was that was causing her to get all panicky... and this at least seemed mostly painless. Glancing at her pocket watch, she realized she'd been standing outside too long, and she was now a few minutes late. Annoyed at herself, she knocked against the door, and took a deep breath. She could do this.
[OOC: I'm posting this early, as my family will be descending upon me Wednesday, and I will either be no where near the interwebs, or hiding in a closet with my laptop. Sadly, I suspect the former.] |
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[Nov. 9th, 2008|05:17 am] |
Who: Ate and Momos
What: Her uncharacteristically sulking
Where: At her home
When: Now
Warnings: Doubtful Oh, who am I kidding. they're like honeymooners. NSFW.
Stupid Kia with her stupid mouth that deserved a fist shoved down it. It wasn't the first tie she thought it'd be nice to have been an only child, though she rarely let any of them get to her over such a dumb thing, and it was her reaction as much as Kia's words that got her good and sulkish.
She'd taken a long shower in hopes of feeling better, and when that failed she'd decided to take more drastic action. Dressed simply in one of Momos' dress shirts, a pair of panties and a set of socks, she'd gathered a bowl of ice cream and settled down on the sofa to pout it what it seemed had become a time honored female tradition. |
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[Oct. 30th, 2008|03:30 pm] |
Who: Ate and Momos
What: Fight!
When: Now?
Where: Mesa Grill, NYC
Warnings: Possibly sex? No idea. They've never fought before. It's kind of sick. I'd bet on profanity, though. and a bit of violence, maybe.
So he was going to go all crazy if she spoke to another male, was he? She couldn't remember the last time he ticked her off... it was ages ago, she was sure, and well before they started dating. It was, in a way, a bit insulting... and waiting for him to show was just bugging her to pieces.
She looked around the kitchen and... as much as it made her happy and she never wanted to leave? She was quite sure having the upcoming conversation on a room full of knives was a bad idea... And so she made her way out into the restaurant proper, quelling the desire to beam at a place that was apparently hers...luckily, it wasn't currently open.
Oh, they were going to have words... |
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