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[Sep. 5th, 2011|02:44 pm] |
Who: Dolos and Oizys
Where: Her place
When: Now
What: Dealing with babies
Warnings: Probably not. She's pretty set on not sleeping with him. Slightly not safe for work with the option of moving to Completely not safe for work.
( Family life is full of goodness, love and dirty diapers. ) |
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[Aug. 5th, 2010|02:39 am] |
Who: Dolos and Oizys
Where: Las Vegas, Chapel of Eternal Love
Warnings: Err.. probably violence. Language. maybe a wedding. Who knows? Those wacky greeks.
10 minutes.
She was there when he said, appearing in the place with her arms folded, an annoyed look on her face - if possible, more annoyed than usual. -No- one could irk her like her brother did, and this was hinging on cruel.
Glancing around, she looked for the source of her current ire. |
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[Jul. 28th, 2010|11:20 pm] |
Who: Momos and Oizys
What: Drunken moping and smacking
Where: Kakia's couch.
When: Now.
Warnings: Cussing and such, probably. No sex that I know of. Will update.
Do you know how much alcohol it took to make and keep a daimon drunk? A lot. So much in fact that Kakia's living room was littered with bottles of all shapes and sizes. What? Momos like his alcohol in a variety of flavors. And where was that particular god at the moment? Lounging on the couch, that's where. Head lolling back and forth, leg swung off the side of the couch and a nearly empty rum bottle pinched between two fingers. Not to mention the whistling. Oh yes, he was definitely whistling. If anyone where listening closely, it was to the tune of "Your Cheatin' Heart" by Hank Williams.
Who knew Momos was a country music fan? |
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[Jul. 29th, 2010|12:42 am] |
Who: Kakia and Dolos and Oizys?
Where: DC Martini Bar
What: Martinis and whining.
Warnings: Well. Drunk Greek Incestuous Gods. You be the judge.
Kakia wasted no time finding her way to the martini bar, ordering her standard dirty martini extra olives, propping her elbow on the bar, her chin in her hand as she glared at the drink. One leg crossed over the other, a high heel dangled off her foot as she sipped her drink, absently eyeing a few of he cuter men.
If only she had the energy to corrupt one of them. |
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[Jul. 4th, 2009|10:52 am] |
Who: Oizys and Styx.
What: Lots of crying. Baby stuff.
Where: Styx' home, New York
Warnings: Maybe language.
Oizys hadn't realized how much she wanted her mother until she talked to her sister, and with her mother not there, Styx was the next best thing. The fact that she'd told Dolos to bring stuff over slipped her mind completely, and the moment Styx said her wards were down Oizys transported herself directly to her sister's side. She got along fairly well with Styx - hate and misery had a hbit of going hand in hand, after all. And while there were normally unspoken rules between them about acceptable behaviour, all of that went out the window. As soon as she saw her sister she flung her arms around her neck, and broke down into a sobbing mess. |
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[May. 27th, 2009|12:43 am] |
Who: Oizys (and probably Dolos)
Where: Greenland, of course. Where else?
What: Miserable vacation, talking.
Warnings: Probably not? Lots of snark? will update if needed.
Oizys loved Greenland in the summer. In a land that already had one of the highest suicide rates in the world, over eighty percent of them happened during those months where the sun didn't set at all. Sure, the entire island had less than fifty thousand people on it, But those who weren't there weren't brimming over with happiness, and that's all she was really looking for.
There was a dearth of fine hospitality joints in the north of Greenland, but she'd found a place boasting of 4 star dining and suites, as well as the state-of-the-art-televisions with 2 channels, and figured it fit the bill. If nothing else, it beat building a place for a week. Once ensconced in her room, she ignored the television, 2 channels or no, and instead dropped the "do not disturb" placard on the doorknob and drew herself a tubfull of hot water. There was always the vague notion of soaking in bubbles long enough for everything else to just go away. |
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[Dec. 31st, 2008|06:40 pm] |
Who: OTA
When: New Year's Eve
Where: Jade's club, grab a portkey
What: Ringing in the New Year
Warnings: Most likely, anything goes at her club
Note: Since this log is OTA, if you want to approach a particular person, just put something in the subject of your response. Essentially have fun. Whee.
( Party time ) |
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