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[Jan. 10th, 2009|05:22 pm] |
WHO: Miniver Cheevy, Liam Brennan, and whoever else turns up
WHAT: Hangin'
WHERE: The Sign of the Weasel AND BEYOND
WHEN: Now!
WARNINGS: None yet.
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Miniver arrived at Sable's shop about 20 minutes after speaking with Liam. He has, as promised, a couple of bottles of whiskey in a bag over one shoulder, and his guitar over the other. He waves to Judah behind the register and goes to settle himself by a fire to await his cousin... |
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[Jan. 1st, 2009|10:22 pm] |
Who: Brenda Annn Turner and Liam Brennan
Where: the Turner-Brennan homestead
When: Soon.
Why: Just 'cos.
Warnings: sparkles and cookies. Feeeeaaaar
New Year's day was always Cookie Day, just one of those things. Which would explain why Brenda had been making various mixtures of dough over the past few hours, leaving the ones that needed it to chill in the fridge while she mixed the next and so on.
Just at that particular moment she was rolling out brown sugar-maple sugar cookie dough to cut leaf-shapes out of it, humming along with the CD player, as usual, baby!Cass perfectly content in his bouncy-seat on the floor with a wooden spoon. |
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[Dec. 30th, 2008|01:27 am] |
WHO: Liam Brennan and Miniver Cheevy
WHAT: Meeting the family!
WHERE: Liam's place
WHEN: Tonight
Warnings: This looks to develop more or less like an episoide of Looney Tunes. Otherwise, unless they end up in a porn shop, god only knows.
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It's not long before Miniver arrives at Liam's flat. He's a bit nervoius, to be honest -- the only members of his mother's family he's seen since he was 8 or so are his brother and nephew, and they'd been raised Cheevy if not born. Liam had seemed a nice enough chap, but Miniver still harbored reservations from his time spent knowing his mother.
Finally,l after milling about on the front stoop for a few minutes with a cigarette, he works up the courage to actually knock. |
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[Dec. 29th, 2008|05:37 pm] |
Who: Liam Brennan and Soren Skwigelf
What: Luncheon and London!
Where: London, probably most everywhere.
When: Monday afternoon
Warnings: Swearing, incomprehensible verbiage on Liam's behalf.
Liam was at the restaurant as soon as Soren said he'd meet him there. Of course, there was a likelihood that Liam would forget that he had made plans altogether in about ten minutes, or until he found something sparkly to be distracted by. In that time, he attempted to focus on the mundane - his new address, his new profession, what business cards had materialized in his wallet. He tossed the ones he didn't find very interesting over his shoulder and hitched his ankle up onto his other knee, wiggling his foot. He wasn't very hard to spot. He was wearing a scarf and a trenchcoat, and from an angle, he looked very familiar. Or, at the very least, familial. |
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