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[Mar. 27th, 2011|11:34 pm]

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Who: Soren Skwigelf and Henriette Stillman.
What: Snuggling at home.
When: Sunday night.
Where: Their house.
Warnings: Probably, sure.

e )
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[Mar. 5th, 2011|05:03 am]

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Who: Asmodey and Henn
Where: Wolfpackhaus
When: Whenevers.
Warnings: Sweary, maybe, nothin' else.

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[Jul. 30th, 2010|10:17 pm]
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Who: Henn and later Soren & Cass
Where: Henn's most favoritest Black Sand Desert & Shadow Hatchery
When: Friday thru Saturday
Warnings: Probably not

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. ~ Carl Sandburg  )
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[Jun. 6th, 2010|11:37 pm]
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Who: Cassidy Turner, Sadako Yamamura, Soren Skwigelf, Henn Stillman, Teja Wartooth
What: Uh, you know. Making room. Resurrections? Your usual BS for crazy people.
Where: Mordhaus, Mordland
When: One Week from Sunday
Warnings: Death, sorta? Swearing possibly?

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[Jun. 4th, 2010|11:16 pm]
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Who: Henn & Soren
Where: Casa de los Wolfpack
When: Evening and onward
Warnings: Always a probability

Wash away my troubles, wash away my pain )
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[May. 30th, 2010|02:46 pm]
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Who: Henn & Ezio
Where: Guildhall & Old New Orleans
When: Afternoon-time
Warnings: Not likely, but will change if necessary

I'm not every girl, and I don't need their world )
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[May. 22nd, 2010|02:14 pm]
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WHO: Gemma and Henriette
WHAT: A pint or two
WHERE: The Queen's Head Pub
WHEN: Right before Gemma's (upcoming) chat with her Uncle John
WARNINGS: Doubt it, will update if need be. Gemma's a flirt, but that's all.

She'd taken the tube down toward the address Uncle John had given her, and met Robbie at the Queen's Head. She was sitting at the bar now, sipping her second pint and reading more of Uncle John's stories (and possibly her own?). It was rather interesting, actually; it felt like a strange sort of family album. Except with her mum not in it hardly at all.

She looked up, trying to get the pub keeper's attention. "Oi, give us an order of fish and chips?" Somehow she didn't think Uncle John would want to go grab a bite, and she hadn't eaten since the bloody awful sandwich on the train from Aberdeen.
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[Feb. 10th, 2010|07:46 pm]
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Who: Abby, Cass, Henn, Soren (or any of said who wish to participate, at least)
What: Getting acquainted…or reacquainted
Where: Cass/Henn/Soren’s abode
When: Mid- afternoon
Warnings: Unlikely to be anything warn worthy
Note: It got a bit long and rambly but I hope this post is okay =)

Everything just got that little bit stranger )
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[Feb. 7th, 2010|11:25 pm]
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Who: Henn & Soren
What: Lettin' Cass have some time with Sable (aka: about the same time as this)
Where: Out and about
Warnings: Maybe, in theory.

Next time I'm on a boat and it capsizes, I'm reaching for a lime )
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[Jan. 31st, 2010|11:19 pm]
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Who: Cassidy Turner, Miniver Cheevy, Teague Brennan, Henn Stillman and Soren Skwigelf (With possible others, who the fuck knows.)
What: Shit happens.
Where: London
When: Tonightish.
Warnings: Bad things.
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[Jan. 22nd, 2010|12:22 am]

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WHO: Miniver Cheevy, Artan, and Michelle Stillman
WHAT: Siblings reunited!
WHERE: Mostly New Orleans
WHEN: Now!
WARNINGS: Probable angst, possible discussion of or allusion to triggery subjects...


Having been assured by Marnie that she was perfectly able to walk on her own and probably not going to give birth any time tonight at least, Miniver grabbed his coat and just about flew out the door. A few blocks and a portkey later, he was walking quickly towards the library Michelle had said she was in, puffing on a cigarette nervously.

Artan had told him about her. It had been a while ago, and his ex-alcoholic drug-addled memory is a bit hazy on a few things, but he remembers. And if Artan's reaction is ANYTHING like his own would be to seeing his (adoptive) sister turn up here after so many years, he figures this will not be an easy reunion.

He stamps out the cigarette and walks inside.

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[Dec. 28th, 2009|10:51 pm]
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Who: Henn & Soren
Where: Casa de los Wolfpack
When: Now-ish
What: Henn's gone pounce-y
Warnings: Yes. Very yes.

The most wonderful time of the year )
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[Dec. 10th, 2009|11:51 pm]
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Who: Henn & Soren (and whoever else is up)
Where: Wolfpackhaus
When: Now-ish
What: Yulemasukah gift wrapping
Warnings: Probable and likely

The holly green, the ivy green, the prettiest picture you've ever seen )
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[Nov. 28th, 2009|02:41 am]
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Who: Cass & Soren (and whoever decides to interrupt)
What: Happy cozy snuggle time in front of a fireplace
Where: Swiss Alps cabin
When: Nowish
Warnings: Man, you never know with these guys.

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[Nov. 25th, 2009|07:42 pm]
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Who: Anyone who's seen her post here (or any of the ones prior, or anyone who's been told by a friend or a friend of a friend or y'know, anyone.)
Where: Anne's place in Key West
What: Orphans' Thanksgiving Weekend
Warnings: Knowing this group? Probable.
When: Thursday mid-day through whenever the leftovers are gone and/or everyone goes home.

There was rain predicted later in the day, but just at the moment it was simply cloudy, which suited Anne just fine, since it meant she could leave both sides of the house open so she could see people coming and not smoke everyone out with the turkey roasting. The bird had been in the oven almost long enough, and at that particular moment she was basting again, her hair looped up in a braid to keep it from getting into anything.

(ooc:Party thread folks, food's in the kitchen, games are in the back room, music's in the front, smoking's out on the back patio. Eat, drink, be merry, talk amongst yourselves, don't make a mess and if you do, clean it up. I've got sub-threads for locations, but feel free to start your own, I'm rarely so organized.)
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[Nov. 23rd, 2009|07:21 pm]
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Who: Henn & Sami & Zev & anyone else who drops by (yeah, it's an open log!)
Where: The Snake Pit Bar & Grill, New Orleans
When: Monday eveningtime
What: Stuff and things!
Warnings: There is a distinct possibility, will update as necessary

Like rusty old nails, at the bottom of the sea )

(ooc: post, expect tags from one or all staff members, talk amongst yourselves, have fun!)
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[Nov. 5th, 2009|10:29 pm]
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Who: Henn & Soren & whoever else is around
Where: Wolfpackhaus
When: Thursday afternoon-evening
What: Stuuuuuff
Warnings: 87.4% likely

Doncha know me Kansas City, I'm the new Berlin Wall )
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[Oct. 31st, 2009|06:36 pm]
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Who: Anyone and everyone
Where: Guildhall, New Orleans
When: Midafternoon Oct 31st until everyone goes home.
What: Paaaartaaay!
Warnings: More than likely!

The lower level of the guildhall was done up like a Starbucks from Hell, with authentic branded crap onna shelf, sucky music over by the bar, and authentic baristas, all having died of something hipstery. There was coffee and booze and snacks, there was a dance floor cordoned off in one corner, and most of the other rooms were open for lounging or milling around.

The Birthday Girl was, at that particular moment, near enough to the door that she could greet all comers, but far enough away that she wasn't a foreboding presence. She was dressed as Anne Bonney, men's shirt, well-worn navy uniform pants, a belt made of rope and a pirate sword on one hip and a blunderbuss on the other. Her hair was tied back with a double-knotted twist of twine, and her tattoos were almost all visible.

(post, thread, mingle and hang out, talk amongst yourselves, be prepared to have Henn and her crew, crash any and all threads)
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[Oct. 27th, 2009|02:50 pm]
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Who: Henn & Soren
Where: Casa de Wolfpack
When: Afternoonish
What: Last minute costume clinic
Warnings: Likely.

We're brigands & Black Hearts & Really Bad Eggs )
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[Oct. 22nd, 2009|07:00 pm]
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Who: Henn Turner & Thomas Raith
Where: Coffee shop in NY
When: Thursday afternoon
What: Crazy random happenstance!
Warnings: Possible, but surprisingly unlikely

I chased the fukkin' captain with a motherfukkin' sword )
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[Oct. 19th, 2009|02:54 pm]
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Who: Henn & Brend
Where: Casa de los Wolfpack
When: Saturday when Cass & Soren were on their date
Warnings: Some cute, probably, maybe wholly blase discussions of humping

In the town where I was born, there lived a man who sailed the seas )
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[Oct. 3rd, 2009|11:50 pm]
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Who: Henn and Soren
Where: Party supply store, and then probably the Casa de los Wolfpack
What: Plaaaaaans
When: Saturday afternoon/evening
Warnings: 90% likelihood, yes.

Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty )
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[Sep. 4th, 2009|12:39 am]
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Who: Henn & Soren
Where: Wolfpackhaus
When: Thursday sometime
Warnings: None likely for once.

What was once your heart beats like a hollow drum )
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[Aug. 18th, 2009|10:38 am]
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Who: Henn & Sable
Where: Sign of the Weasel
When: Monday night
Why: To clear up some things

Long log is long )
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[Jul. 7th, 2009|12:08 am]

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Who: Soren Skwigelf and Henriette Stillman.
What: Soren's a good step-husband.
When: Monday afternoon.
Where: Wolfpackhouse.
Warnings: Swearing. Will update if needed.

Cuddles. )
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[Jun. 30th, 2009|10:09 pm]
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Who: Henn and Steve
Where: Beach at Tortuga
When: Tuesday afternoon
What: Sparring for fun
Warnings: Hen's sweary on occasion, shouldn't be anything worse than that.

Henn of course knew right where the portkey dropoff was, and she'd been keeping an eye on the spot while she stretched. She'd only been on the island a few minutes herself, limbering up and letting herself get used to the difference in climate between London and the Caribbean.

The weather wasn't bad, really, in fact it was actually quite balmy, and there was a nice breeze, in the shade it wasn't bad at all, which she was thankful for, since she needed what she called 'millionty proof' sunscreen just so she wouldn't burn.

She was in her usual workout clothes, a tank top and yoga pants, the outfit left most of her tattoos visible, she had her hair pulled back to keep it out of her way, running herself through a starting kata just to make sure she was ready.
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|10:29 pm]
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Who: Henn & Sadako
Where: Wolfpackhaus
When: Nowish
Why: Catching up
Warnings: Not likely, maybe some swearings.

Henn had had to get away from the noise that was New Orleans, even at the almost-outskirts. Her parents had things well under control after all, that and she realized that none of them had probably thought to check on the animals since the outbreak started.

So she'd gone home, she figured she'd check on the fuzzies first and then send out a general call to the rest of the Amoeba to see if anyone needed an extra pair of hands or a rescue or even just a supply run. Just at that particular moment she was sprawled on the floor with Arthur on one side, Dog on the other and Mamba playing king of the mountain, all three of them positively thrilled to see her.
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[May. 27th, 2009|11:46 pm]
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WHO: Sable Skwigelf, Cassidy Turner, Henriette Stillman, and Soren Skwigelf
WHAT: Wolfpack conference time.
WHEN: Sometime within the past couple of days.
WHERE: Cass's apartment
WARNINGS: Srs bsns


the one-bedroom apartment is exponentially smaller than the house, leaving almost no personal space for the four of them; but after all that's happened in the past week or so, Sable certainly doesn't mind. Coming from the background she does, she feels very much at home in such conditions. She's learning -- or thinks she's learning -- far better how to read her housemates' body language and know when to give them space. Cass has always been the hardest.

But it's a nice environment -- Cass's typical cleanliness and order is less stark to her when the empty spaces are taken up by people, and love, and a good meal -- chicken spinach with white sauce, things that taste like luxury to her. Cass is, as always, an exceptional cook.

By habit of culture, she discourages serious conversation at dinner. Meals are not for business unless absolutely necessary -- and for what she feels is the first time in the time they've had together, there's no need to rush anything. There's nowhere to be but here, no deadlines to meet, no work to be done except eventually the dishes... Their most important work right now is the work it takes to make and keep a family together.
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[Apr. 26th, 2009|10:19 pm]
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Who: Maison & Soren (with probable appearance by Henn, since she works there too)
What: Hangin' out. Sorta.
Where: Snake Pit bar, New Orleans
When: Monday eveningish
Why: Just 'cos
Warnings: not likely, but if any come up I'll update.

Maison had said he'd come by, and it was easy enough to find the place, mostly thanks to the neon sign, since the door was nigh on invisible, sandwiched between two storefronts. His brows arched at the expanse of the place once he was downstairs, grin spreading after a moment, glad that it was slow enough that he could make a circuit of the tanks before padding over to the bar and swinging himself up into a seat.

"Be right with you." Henn said over the noise of the blender, smiling up at him.
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[Apr. 18th, 2009|11:48 pm]
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Who: Henn & Lilo
Where: Henn's apartment in New Orleans
When: Saturday, sometime.
Why: They both need more ladyfriends. And Lilo needs the advice.
Warnings: Talking about girlbits and sex toys, possibly some sweary, likely nothing else.

After her prior meeting with Lilo, Henn had given herself a sticky-note reminder to give the other woman a call to see how things were working out, and to work on round two, which was the specifics.

Henn was keeping an eye out on the street below while she made caramel pretzels, they were going to need snacks after all, and Henn believed in being prepared.
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[Apr. 11th, 2009|10:56 pm]
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Who: Henn & Cass
Where: Wolfpackhaus
When: now-ish
Why: no reason
Warnings: possible.

Henn was sprawled across the couch, leafing through the newest issue of whatever fashion rag showed up in bulk, tearing a page out occasionally, crumpling it, and tossing it to the floor for the cat. She charged some of them so that he'd end up with instant confetti when he pounced, but not all of them, deciding to keep him on his toes.

She'd already finished with her contribution to the mass of füds for the following day, and was just relaxing at the moment.
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[Apr. 10th, 2009|11:33 pm]
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Who: Henn & Soren
Where: Beach out backa Wolfpackhaus
When: Now-ish
Why: Because!
Warnings: Probable.

Someone had thought it was a good plan to stop off at the cafe on the way home from work. That same someone had been out at the beach practicing for the past hour or so since getting home.

One of these days she'd learn better, until then she had a small stockpile of pebbles and shells that she was working on, giving each one a charge to various degrees, slinging them out over the water to watch the explosions. She'd come back inside once she wasn't so keyed up.
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[Mar. 21st, 2009|10:23 pm]
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Who: Cassidy Turner, Ares, and open to all the people that they recruited.
What: Rescuing some people, killing some others
Where: North Korea, working their way to Bad Guy Lair #1
When: Tonight
Warnings: Blood, guts, gore, swearing, you know. The usual stuff.

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[Mar. 7th, 2009|10:15 pm]
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Who: Henn & Soren
Where: Backstage and then casa de Amoeba
When: Now-ish
What: Stuuuuf
Why: Just 'cos.
Warnings: duh. They can't go five minutes on their own without being NSFW

Que sera sera in black and pink )
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[Feb. 24th, 2009|02:05 am]

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Who: Abby Sciuto and Henriette Stillman
What: Meeting for ice cream!
Where: Chicago
Warnings: None

Abby arrived at the address that she gave her and smiled. It had been a while since she had physically gone out to see someone and she was excited. Plus, she wanted some good ice cream. She wondered what they had as she walked in, looking around for the girl that could almost be her twin. She was wearing knee-high buckled boots, a plaid skirt with chains and a black roller derby t-shirt. She was wearing her usual spikes and pigtails at well. She was a little nervous. It's not everyday you meet someone like this. She was still getting used to this world and how it was traveled.
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[Feb. 15th, 2009|01:17 pm]

Who: Henriette Stillman & Whoever (Open log, multiple threads encouraged)
Where: The Snake Pit bar, just at the edge of Old New Orleans
When: Sunday afternoon/evening/night
Why: Boy!Henn has a bartending shift, that's why.
Warnings: possible, it is a bar and Henn works there. Will update with specifics if necessary.

Sami, the bar's proprietor, had been wholly amused by Henn's new look, as had most of the dancers. The snakes could care less, since he still smelled the same, and Henn was curious to see if anything changed from bartending as her usual self, to bartending as a guy, mostly curious to see if Soren's prediction of fewer tips due to lack of cleavage would turn out correct.

He surveyed the room, smiling crookedly and shaking his head, just leaning against the bar. Herbie, one of the bar's snakes, a red-tailed boa was draped over the back of his neck, apparently just sleeping, tongue flicking out lazily on occasion. It was shaping up to be a slow night, which was nowhere near as much fun as a busy one in Henn's opinion.
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[Feb. 14th, 2009|08:50 pm]

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Who: Soren Skwigelf and Henriette Stillman.
What: Valentine's!
When: Saturday afternoon.
Where: Wolfpack house.
Warnings: Durr.

Sweet things! )
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[Feb. 14th, 2009|01:14 am]
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Who: Sable and Henn
Where: Sable's shop.
When: Saturday, sometime.
Why: Because.
Warnings: probable.

Henn had realized, sometime after recovering from Thursday and Friday, that he had completely neglected to mention any of this plan to the fourth quarter of the wolfpack. This was clearly something that had to be remedied immediately.

Or, in typical Henn fashion, played with.

Sometime after lunch a young man walked into the shop, Henn's distinctive eyes hidden behind sunglasses, and the equally distinctive dye job hidden under a spiffy hat, namely a pinstripe fedora that he'd borrowed from Cass. The tribal tattoos of Kitten were still somewhat visible under the cuffs of the jacket, and Kitten himself was likely nearby, "So, I'm looking for a book for a friend of mine." He said, leaning against the counter, "I'm pretty sure it's blue."
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[Feb. 12th, 2009|09:23 am]
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Who: Henn, Cass, and probably Soren
Where: Switzerland (I think)
When: Thursday morning-noon
Why: Practice run for Fat Tuesday Pancake Feast (and Henn's got a surprise)
Warnings: Highly likely. Very highly likely.

Henn was, as promised, back that morning and making pancakes, bobbing along with the electric Zydeco coming from the small boombox on the kitchen counter. He was just a little surprised that the soda had actually worked, and just a little more surprised that he'd actually been able to sleep the night before.

He was still a little apprehensive about the reaction this was going to get, but not enough to call it off, clearly. Once the second batch of pancakes was on the griddle he reached over to thumb on the coffeemaker, just waiting for the rest of the household to come downstairs.
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[Jan. 30th, 2009|11:04 am]
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Who: Henn & Soren
Where: Switzerland yaaaay!
When: Now-ish
Warnings: None likely for once, will update if anything happens

Henn knew that Soren was sulking, but that hadn't ever stopped her from bothering him before, and it certainly wasn't going to stop her now.

Of course, she was being smart and/or cunning and was bringing snacks, thumbprint cookies and caramel milk. Being the sneaky thing that she was she slipped into the room through the Backstage, "Hey you. You too mopey for snacks and helping me out with a diabolical plot?"
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