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[Oct. 29th, 2011|04:16 am] |
Who: Sam & Kevin Flynn, Quorra, Tron, Maison & Brendann (and anyone else who needs somewhere safe to stay!)
Where: Flyleaf Books, London
When: During the monsters! Whenever!
Warnings: Some monster violence, probably nothing else
( All that is really necessary for survival of the fittest, it seems, is an interest in life, good, bad or peculiar. ) |
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[Aug. 18th, 2011|11:26 pm] |
Who: Brendann Brennan and Maison Roberts.
What: Reuniting!
When: After Brendy shows back up here.
Where: Brendy and Maison's house.
Warnings: Cuteness for sure, maybe unfs, who knows?
( I missed you! ) |
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[May. 9th, 2011|09:24 pm] |
Who: Dani Winchester and Maison Roberts.
What: Needing a date for the wedding.
When: Monday afternoon.
Where: Maison's bookstore.
Warnings: Swearing, at least.
( Rarr! ) |
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[Feb. 24th, 2011|10:14 pm] |
Who: Brendann Brennan and Maison Roberts.
What: Being adorable?
When: Thursday night.
Where: Their apartment.
Warnings: Sure!
( Put your feet up and stay a while. ) |
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[Jul. 17th, 2010|10:22 pm] |
WHO: Annie and Maison
WHAT: Just talking. Comparing notes.
WHERE: Coffee place near Maison/Brendann's flat.
WARNINGS: Doubt it.
Annie got to the place Maison had mentioned first, kicking back in a window table with her caffeine and people watching. It had been a weird few days, and really meeting the object of Brend's affection seemed like a good way to relax. She'd had to iron out some school problems, and between that, Princess being all weird and distracted, and Dani being superbusy, it had been a pretty blah week. She hoped She had the right place. |
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[Apr. 4th, 2010|12:39 am] |
Who: Maison & Brend
Where: their place
When: Now-ish
What: Stuuuuuff
Warnings: Probably yes.
Maison was making chocolate-dipped Peeps for the Easter potluck, mostly because he didn't figure anyone else would, and also because it was something simple enough that he could do it. And it gave him an excuse to buy peeps in bulk. He'd already finished a batch of bunnies and was working on a batch of chicks, head bobbing along to the music from his iPod on the counter.
Gizmo, the kitten, was watching from her usual perch beside the toaster, using it as cover, because clearly if it was between them, he couldn't see her, despite the fact that she kept peeking up over it to see what he was doing. |
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[Mar. 10th, 2010|11:02 pm] |
Who: Brendann Brennan, Maison Roberts, Cee Vee.
What: Dinner!
When: Wednesday evening.
Where: Brend and Maison's apartment.
Warnings: Nah.
( Foodstuffs! ) |
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[Jan. 9th, 2010|10:35 pm] |
Who: Brendann, Maison & their new kitten
Where: Their place
When: Earlier today
Warnings: Probably just boatloads of cute.
( Once I'm in I own your heart ) |
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[Nov. 25th, 2009|07:42 pm] |
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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[Oct. 31st, 2009|06:36 pm] |
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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[Jul. 15th, 2009|09:47 pm] |
Who: Maison Roberts, KK Titching
Where: The Pear/ The Shakespeare
When: Wed night
Warnings: Booze
KK came down the stairs of the Shakespeare, peering about. She was a patron of all the joints near Whitechapel and the autoshops, so the ones near the Library were new to her. She had assumed engine grease and wifebeaters were a no-no, not everyone dresses like they're from the pit, and had changed into clean tank and racer jacket.
As with proper ritual of any establishment, she ordered up a tan before looking about for Maison. Worse came to worse, she could always mess with the darts came in the corner. |
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[May. 17th, 2009|08:21 pm] |
Who: Maison Roberts & Sable Harris Skwigelf
Where: Her shop
When: Sunday, 'bout lunchtime.
Why: Because.
Warnings: Always possible with the Wolfpack, will update if necessary.
Maison had been feeling productive that day, and had made sandwiches, most of these were left at the house for the members of the Wolfpack that were there. Another couple were wrapped in wax paper and dropped into a bag along with a couple cans of orange float.
"Taking Sable lunch, I'll be back." He announced to the house at large before heading off to the portkey. He smiled crookedly as he nudged the shop's door open with an elbow, "Hey Sabey-baby, brought you some food, don't figure the books are good for that." |
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[May. 8th, 2009|09:22 pm] |
Who: Lulu Skwigelf and Maison Roberts.
What: Getting out of the house with the baby.
When: Friday evening.
Where: Stockholm.
Warnings: Despite it happening during the emo sex plot, Lulu isn't about to sleep with someone her son is sleeping with. So no. Lulu has willpower.
( Ice cream is important stuff. ) |
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[May. 6th, 2009|11:30 pm] |
Who: Maison Roberts & Sable Harris Skwigelf
When: Last Sunday, the 3rd (lol, we fail at time!)
Why: Because the 4th of the Wolfpack needs to meet their new adoptee
Warnings: Always possible.
Sunday afternoon was the first time Maison had actually had a free moment since his being willingly abducted by Soren earlier in the week and subsequently adopted.
Of course, being who he was he wanted to meet the fourth of the quartet before making anything official. Which was why he made his way to the bookshop after his shift at work. He ran a hand through his hair as he slipped into the shop, attempting to wrangle it back with a tie and getting most of it, aside from the red streak that always defied collection. |
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[Apr. 30th, 2009|12:12 am] |
Who: Soren Skwigelf and Maison Roberts.
What: Apparently Maison has a thing for blonds.
When: Wednesday night.
Where: Starting at the restaurant where Maison works, then other places.
Warnings: Yup.
( He has permission! ) |
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[Apr. 26th, 2009|10:19 pm] |
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. 26th, 2009|07:36 pm] |
Who: Amelia Harkness and ota
What: Just meeting new people
When: Um...April 27th around lunch
Where: Random coffee house in london
Rating: TBA
Amelia settle at a table with her coffee and sandwich with a contented sigh. She'd been running ninety to nothing all day and it was time for her to actually eat something.
Sipping her drink she glanced around the crowded coffee shop wondering if they did an amateur night or if was just strictly coffee. She really had to pay more attention to these things. Seriously. |
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[Apr. 20th, 2009|03:29 am] |
Who: Maison & Soren
What: Random meeting!
Where: Crazy-ass Vegetarian Restaurant in London
When: Monday sometime
Why: Just 'cos
Warnings: not likely, but if any come up I'll update.
It was actually fairly slow, for a Monday afternoon. The lunch rush had ended with the last stragglers finishing up, and it was another couple hours before the dinner crowd came in, and only another twenty minutes until Maison's shift was up.
Just at that moment he was getting more crayons for table three, and more straws for the girls at the counter, and as often as he said he'd thought he was done with this, he was actually pretty good at it. |
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