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[Mar. 18th, 2012|03:18 pm] |
Who: Sam Winchester the New and Mary the Virgin.
What: Coffee!
When: The Friday after Sam's arrival.
Where: Coffee shop in London.
Warnings: Nope!
( Every me, every you. ) |
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[Dec. 26th, 2011|02:11 pm] |
WHO: Neal, BB, Michael, Kokabiel and Mary
WHAT: Meetings over food.
WHERE: At first a deli in New York, then Mary's house.
WARNINGS: Zip.
( You're what?! ) |
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[Aug. 11th, 2011|08:27 pm] |
WHO: Sebastian and Mary
WHAT: Meeting!
WHERE: A church near the MI5 offices in London.
WARNINGS: Nil
( Education ) |
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[Jun. 7th, 2011|01:08 pm] |
Who: Mephisto, Mary, Ariel and Ikuko
What: Some really weird sort of family get-together.
Where: Mary's apartment
When: Tuesday
Warnings: Sweary demon, antiquated sweary angel, over-exuberant nephilim, overtly friendly virgin mother. So basically no.
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[May. 19th, 2011|09:21 pm] |
Who: Mary and Mephisto.
What: Friends reuniting!
When: Thursday evening.
Where: Mary's apartment.
Warnings: No idea! TBA.
( In rain or shine you've stood by me. ) |
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[Aug. 13th, 2010|07:25 pm] |
WHO: Mary and Gabriel
WHAT: Food! Angels can eat!
WHERE: A Jewish deli in New York City.
WHEN: Not long after Gabe's arrival
WARNINGS: Gabe's foul mouth? Not much.
He'd told Mary to meet him at the portkey near 72nd Street in Manhattan, outside the deli. He was excited; he had to be. Mary was a friend and it was kind of a time to get to know her all over again. Besides, the sliders really were to fucking die for. Of all the perks of having a human body, Gabe was convinced, food was the best. Even if it did mean he had to exercise. Ah, well. |
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[Aug. 31st, 2009|12:02 am] |
Who: Mary Johnson McGee and Lucifer McGee.
What: Sorting through wedding gifts!
When: Sunday afternoon.
Where: Their apartment.
Warnings: Sure! (I'll update if there ends up not being any, but still.)
( Yay, blenders? ) |
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[Jun. 2nd, 2009|12:56 am] |
Who: Mary & Star
Where: Care facility for special-needs adults and then parts beyond
When: now-ish
What: Rescue mission!
Warnings: Not likely, Mary doesn't swear and Star doesn't talk.
Star, or more accurately, the person she'd replaced, was one of the facility's few self-admitted patients, even so the staff was somewhat surprised to find her packed up and ready to go, waiting in the lobby, leafing through a copy of Popular Mechanics, which she apparently had a subscription to.
Everything she'd deemed important all fit into a single duffel, which was currently on the floor between her feet. She was mostly keeping tabs on what was going on around her, people seemed to forget that just because she didn't talk, didn't mean she couldn't hear. |
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[May. 26th, 2008|09:23 pm] |
Who: Lucifer and Mary
What: De jure infidelity
When: Tonight
Warnings: Hot sex.
Lucifer had walked from the Vatican towards Rome and found an airport. Then he had flashed his passport and bypassed various security measures, because Romans have the unflinching assumption that anyone from Vatican City is incapable of crime. He purchased a coach ticket to New York City and declined the headphones; he didn't need to listen to Mean Girls.
On the way he answered a prayer in a vaguely disinterested way, almost completely forgetting about it by the time he landed in New York. From the airport, he took a taxi to Mary's apartment building and walked in. He rode the elevator to her floor and knocked on the door.
When it opened and he saw Mary, he said, "Either Justice has left me or left the universe. Either way, I'd like to talk." |
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[May. 8th, 2008|07:55 pm] |
Who: Alexis and Mary
Why: Girl-night escape from the Icky
When: Now-ish
Warnings: Uh... cookies?
It didn't take Lex long to get to the address she'd been given, wearing a pair of faded, age-softened jeans and a t-shirt with Dr. Seuss' Lorax on the front, someone had given it to her as a joke, due to the whole Botany major, along with her insistence that the trees really could talk, it was just that most people didn't know how to listen.
In any case, she was smiling when she arrived, the large-kitten sized mosslump on her shoulder warbling away and waving a tendril more or less in time with the not-really-tune. |
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[Feb. 4th, 2008|02:21 am] |
Who: Mary Johnson and Lucifer
What: Reunions!
Warnings: Remarkably few
It was no big deal.
Sure, Lucifer's best friend was here. And he hadn't seen her in over a year. And he'd missed her so much that there had been days that he'd considered tracking down a vortex in some distant part of the universe and jumping into it blindly, hoping that the next leap would be the leap home.
But then he found out that Star Trek Enterprise was a god awful show, so Quantum Leaping didn't really hold much of an appeal.
He stood outside the door (quite suddenly, having bypassed the door, walls, etc) and stared at it. It was almost certainly Mary's door. He could feel her behind it, the perpetual cheer and the faint smell of bread baking. She felt like a mother, wherever she went. She'd felt that way long before she'd actually had the thing pulled out of her.
"All right." Knock knock knock.
No big deal. |
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