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[Sep. 4th, 2008|10:37 pm] |
Who: Luci & Zillah
Where: London somewhere
When: After dark
Why: Lolbored!
Luci had started to get anxious cooped up inside. The in-between days were the ones he hated the most, where he couldn't tell if he was exhausted or wanted to maul something. For the most part he was thankful that they were few and far between.
Today, however, had been a bad one, he'd snapped at the staff, thrown a tantrum, and then slept for five hours. Which was why, once he'd woken, he'd decided it was time to go out for a while. He dressed up, little black dress, little black pumps, matching black handbag and hat, before just going for a walk, finally stopping at a sidewalk cafe, getting a seat near the railing so he could watch the intermittent crowd coming and going while he sipped his coffee. |
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[Apr. 21st, 2008|09:45 pm] |
Who: Luci and George
What: The morning after transforming
Where: Luci's hotel.
When: Monday morning
Warnings: I'll let you know
George noticed two things when he woke up. One, he was naked and two, he wasn't bloody which was always a good sign after a transformation. With a little groan he stretched and popped a few of his joints before he realized he wasn't in his own bed...nor his own room. Eyes widened and he flushed, glancing over across the Queen sized bed to see Luci sprawled out and equally naked. Making a surprised noise similar to a squeak, he rolled off the bed and began prowling around for his boxers. He didn't remember where he'd stuck them when he transformed. Had he even remembered to strip?
Finding his boxers torn up and ripped, he realized they'd been a casualty in his transformation. With a heavy sigh he padded into the bathroom and at least got a towel to wrap around himself. |
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[Apr. 5th, 2008|02:45 pm] |
Who: Luci and Spairn
What: Sightseeing et al
Where: London and possibly elsewhere
When: now-ish
Warnings: ... we're going to go with 'hellz effin' yes' and I'll edit for specifics once we get to them.
Luci had found his room easily enough and returned the laptop to it, refreshed his makeup, made sure his stocking seams were straight, and headed back downstairs to wait.
The initial paranoia had already passed, though it might come back given enough time to think. He wasn't used to this, not at all, but he was willing to roll with it until it got sorted out.
In any case, he was perched in one of the plush chairs in the lobby, leafing through one of the magazines on the table, just catching up, trying to spot any major differences between where he was now and where he'd been when he woke up that morning. So far? It all looked about the same. |
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