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[Jan. 10th, 2010|01:30 am] |
Who: Irene Adler, Sherlock Holmes, and John Watson
What: Arrival
When: Tonight
Where: A suite of hotel rooms
Warnings: Will update
Watson still held the little communication device in his hands. He was certain Holmes had something to do with it. The man was always inventing things, and Watson had long since given up trying to keep abreast of what he was inventing, most of the time.
This was rather fabulous, though. It was sure to bring Holmes notoriety 'round the world. Watson might have felt a little jealousy, but he swallowed it down. And continued about his quest to find out just where he was.
He stepped out of the room in which he found himself, only to find himself in another room. It was rather like the boarding house, only...well, he wasn't sure how to describe it. He was thinking on it, and about the contraption in his hand, and hardly paying attention to where he was walking, or what he was walking in to...until he walked in to it. |
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[Feb. 5th, 2008|12:20 am] |
Who: Irene, Mystique, and Azzie
What: Meet the baby. Who's actually 17, but whatever.
Where: Irene's place?
Warnings: IDK
When: Evening after Azzie arrives
Azzie felt mildly queasy after the port key thing sent her to Essex. It was odd, seeing a younger version of her mother - the one who had carried her for nine months and given birth to her - here, and to know that her other mother - who had, for the sake of conception also been father (it made sense to her, but apparently other people found it confusing) - was here as well. She ran a hand through her reddish brown hair and sighed. Hopefully one of her mothers would have something around for headaches. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2008|07:52 pm] |
Who: Irene and Mystique
What: Girl sex
Where: Irene's house
When: Now
Rating: High for sexorz.
Irene was calm, though she didn't know how. She was going to see Raven, and was in a new place, and a new body, and. . .she could see.
Which was fascinating. She ran her hands over everything in the house, and watched it react to her touch. she watched dust motes in the air, highlighted by the sun she hadn't seen in so long.
She had forgotten how wonderful it was to see. |
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