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This post contains a large degree of insanity. There are several unconnected threads that we didn't want to spam the community with.
All are happening on the 14th, and all are to be considered NSFW. |
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[Oct. 6th, 2008|06:59 pm] |
Who: Cable and Domino, with the Rogan family
What: Narrative Log
Where: Their spaceship, Genosha
When: A day or so ago
Warnings: Angst, pregnancy issues, sex, more angst, more sex. TL;DR
( No I won't be afraid, oh, I won't shed a tear just as long as you stand, stand by me ) |
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[Jul. 25th, 2008|11:16 am] |
Who: Marcus and Angela
Where: Belle and Alex's house
What: House sitting
When: after the AU plot
Warnings: incest. Like whoa.
Marcus was enjoying the break from his work at the hospital. He'd decided to take a couple days off, and was lounging by the pool, listening to music.
It was nice and relaxing. So relaxing, in fact, that he started to doze off. |
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[Jun. 24th, 2008|12:11 am] |
Who: Lulu and Marcus Rogan.
What: Talking.
Where: Lulu's flat.
When: Tonight.
Warnings: Probably!
( Oh please don't run and hide. ) |
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[Jun. 14th, 2008|06:52 pm] |
Who: Marius and Lulu
What: Dancing
Where: London
When: A couple nights ago
Warnings: none likely, light swearing possible.
He whistled as the driver wound through the streets, straightening his collar for the hundredth time. For some reason they kept getting messed up. It had been a busy pair of hours, since he'd realized rather rapidly that he didn't have any suitable clothing to wear for this, and he was waaay too tall for his dad's clothes.
At least he didn't have to iron it, and his mom had laughed when he'd told her what he'd needed the money for. She'd also, he realized rather belatedly, slipped a string of condoms into his jeans pocket. Which was embarrassing, but at least he knew where she stood on the subject.
Being a gentleman and a realist, he got rid of all but one. If one was insufficient, which he highly doubted, they could get more. If it was one too many, at least it wouldn't make his pants look funny.
He fidgeted with his collar again as they neared the address. He hoped she was as nice as she'd seemed on the message board. It was no fun taking mean girls dancing. Of course, he could always leave if she were too bad, but that would be rude.
He laughed at himself a little, and shook his head. "One thing at a time, self. It's just dancing, not chess." |
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[Jun. 14th, 2008|06:39 pm] |
Who: Alex and Marius
What: parenting
When: the morning after Marcus played pool with Skwisgaar, so a couple days ago
Where: Chez Rogan
Warnings: Cursing
Marcus stumbled blearily down the stairs. He'd been sleeping in one of the guest bedrooms in an unfamiliar house, and it was throwing his sense of things off. Not to mention the fact that he was hung over. How much had he drunk the night before? Obviously a lot, but. . . he just couldn't remember.
The smell of coffee drew him to the kitchen, and he staggered in, forgetting for a moment that the young man who was brewing it was his father. "Mornin'," he mumbled, pouring a large mug of coffee, |
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[Jun. 11th, 2008|07:04 pm] |
Who: Skwisgaar the younger and Marcus/Marius Rogan
What: Drinking, playing pool, and talking about/hitting on women
Where: Miami
When: Lateish in the day
Rating: Let's say high and change it as needed. Definite swearing.
Marius knew the portkey sequence to this particular spot pretty well. He liked Miami, and the girls were usually impressed with his guitar playing. He'd left his acoustic at home (fourteen years in the future), but that wasn't a big deal. After all, he was just there to play pool and try to look 21 like his 'license' said he was.
He'd already ordered a rum and coke, and was looking for his companion. |
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