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[Oct. 6th, 2009|10:58 pm] |
Who: Greg House, Raymond Wood, Reina and Sofia Wood
What: Diagnosing Reina
Where/When: Ray's Studio/The other night (backdated)
Warnings: None
He put the girls in front to the television, watching some silly cartoon. They knew some functional words in English, but not a whole lot. Ray had read that music and television shows were a great aid in teaching foreign languages. He tended to play a lot of Spanish music, so the television was strictly English.
He paced by the woor, waiting for House to show. He really hoped the guy wasn't going to stand him up. He was genuinely worried about Reina, but he didn't want to go to some random clinic or hospital if he didn't have to. He'd rather deal with someone he knew.
Sofia's laughter echoed into the empty studio. Ray knew it was Sofia, because Reina hadn't made a sound, since the girls came to the studio several days earlier. Ray glanced into the office, to see Sofia pointing at the TV, and Reina seemed to respond more to her sister than the events on the screen. Ray frowned, and went back to the door, trying to will House to show up right then. |
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[Mar. 20th, 2009|11:01 pm] |
Who: Mackenzie and Marsden Park, Raymond Wood
What: Meeting, discussing jobs
When/Where: Backdated to after Mack's post, Shake Your Samba studio NYC
Warnings: Possible mentions of serious situations, nothing past R.
Mackenzie waited anxiously on the steps outside the studio, hoping beyond hope her brother's quiet tendencies wouldn't fail him now. How had Ray made it in the building without her or Marsden noticing? She frowned, shifting the bag of possessions on her shoulder, before looking at it and frowning. She really didn't need to bring that to 'an interview'. Slipping down the steps, she pulled the wallet and the ID out, before stashing the bag in some bushes. Mack hesitated before she let go, knowing it could be gone when she came back. But protecting who she and her brother were was more important than some trinkets, right?
She turned as she heard the door open, jumping back to seem less like she was hiding in the plants. |
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[Mar. 9th, 2009|09:00 am] |
Who: Romeo Tchaikovskiy & Raymond Wood
What: Applying for a job.
Where: Ray's studio.
When: Seven, right on time.
Warnings: Nope.
Status: Complete.
( Fresh start ) |
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[Mar. 15th, 2008|10:13 pm] |
Who: Greg, Ray, and the twins
What: Explaining the circle of life within the vortex
When: Tonight
Where: Their home
Ray had shut off the television and the video games. He'd brought the girls into the living room. They knew something was up, and the looks between them nearly broke Ray's heart. he was in for a long night, once he and Greg told the girls the news. It wasn't going to be easy, and they weren't going to take it well, but it had to be done. The girls needed to know,a nd they deserved to be told before they found out on the message boards.
"Daddy? What's wrong?" Sofia asked. Reina had hold of her hand. They definitely knew something was wrong. Ray reached for Sofia's hand, and Greg's, leaving Greg to take Reina's free hand. He had a vague notion of how corny it was, but their family was effectively reduced to just the four of them now, and they needed to stick together. Ray glanced at Greg, though he knew Greg was leaving it up to him to explain, because Greg wouldn't have the words to say what needed to be said. |
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[Mar. 10th, 2008|09:24 pm] |
Who: Greg and Ray
What: Bedroom fun!
When: The other night. Backdated. Cause we fail.
Warnings: It's Greg and Ray. Female!Greg, I should add. Be warned.
Ray hummed a little as he nudged the bedroom door open with a hip. Tri and Schro were both out, presumably for the night. The girls were with Mark. Allw as well in Ray's world, as he glanced over at Greg with a wicked smile. He set the chocolate sauce down and flexed his fingers, cracking his knuckles. "You really would be a beautiful bride," he smirked and dropped onto the bed next to Greg. |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|11:45 pm] |
Who: Greg and Ray
What: A needed discussion
When: Tonight, late-night
Warnings: Swearing, possibly/probably angry make-up sex. What do you expect?
It was later that night, after Greg and Ray had the girls in bed, that they once again went their separate ways. Greg stopped paying attention to what exactly Ray had been doing to occupy his nights; for his part, he'd taken to working on his music, tonight parked on the couch with the guitar Jack had bought him for Valentine's, strumming away at a sad, melancholy song. A cigarette hung from his lips, and he was obviously in thought; this had been going on for the better part of a week, neither speaking past what they had to, to keep up appearances for the girls. No affection, and even the sex was different, stunted, verging on sickeningly domestic They were going to have to fight it out, soon; but once again, Greg had himself waiting on one more cigarette, one more verse. Anything to keep from having to concede to anything. |
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[Feb. 25th, 2008|09:50 pm] |
Who: Angel Dumott Schunard and Raymond Wood
What: Dancing, flirting, etc.
When: Flashback, about a week ago, whilst Greg is being awkward and Angel wants to make friends
Warnings: Drag. Flirting. Past that, I'll let you know.
Angel had finally gotten into the swing of things, concering the ballroom, her line, and her life in general, and had decided that there was entirely too much work involved, in running the party scene. She was looking for a day off, to let someone else run the show for a while. Having tried to contact the new acquaintances she'd met over the boards, and failing, she decided to do some snooping of her own, remembering one of the boys had said something about a dance studio.
A bit of creative detective work later, she stumbled upon the studio in question, walking up the steps and heading inside, immediately giving a little shimmy at the upbeat latin music blaring from the speakers. She stuck out a bit- plastic dress under a mess sweater, hardly typical Samba attire. But she believed she looked fabulous, and that was all she cared about.
Heading to the desk, she struck up a conversation with the secretary, idly watching the dancers in hopes of seeing the owner. |
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[Feb. 14th, 2008|09:02 pm] |
Who: Greg and Ray
What:Valentine's Day.
When: ... Valentine's Day. Duh.
Warnings: NSFW. Candy underthings. Lapdances. I really shouldn't have to go into this.
Greg was waiting, draped over the couch, for Ray to 'prepare' as he had promised, so they could head to their Valentine's Day gift. His half was already waiting at their destination, save Jack's contribution, which he was wearing- rather uncomfortably, he might add.
"You know, if we're late, they're going to give up our table!" Greg mumbled, doing a good little missus impression as he hung his head over the back of the couch, huffing a sigh. |
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[Feb. 6th, 2008|09:51 pm] |
Who: House and Ray, and their new child
What: Christening a car.
When: Tonight-ish
Warnings: Definately NSFW. Mentions of crossdressing. The usual.
( Martins and garters and heels, oh my. ) |
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[Feb. 1st, 2008|12:05 am] |
Who: Karen, Reina and Sofia. (Later Tritter as well.)
Where: Kent and it's parking garage, or what'll be left of it.
When: Friday morning, about a quarter after seven.
Warnings: Scary situations, some mild cursing, I bet.
"Girls, I'm so sorry, I don't know how I forgot it." Karen was of course referring to her wallet, where her credit card was waiting to pay for them to get their hair done as she had promised. "This will only take a minute, come right into the office." She didn't care if that House gave her a hard time about showing up on her day off, today was about time with the twins.
Walking in, she moved to her desk and pulled her wallet from the drawer, where Robert had likely stuck it when he saw it on the desk, that dear. She smiled back at the girls and reached for both of their hands after saying and signing for Reina. "Ok, back to the car and off we go to get pampered." She took their hands, leading them down a series of halls until they reached the elevator, they had to go down two levels before entering the parking garage, just to get to the car quicker.
"So you girls excited? What do the dresses you brought look like?" |
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[Jan. 27th, 2008|09:06 pm] |
Who Jack, Jules, House and Ray (oh my!)
What A dinner party/meet and greet/'You dressed up as ladies and did what?'
Where The Jules/Jacky residence
When Sunday evening
Warnings So much Hugh, so little time. Mhm. Just reading the intro is raunchy. Or caesary. Or some other dressing...
In his arms were far too many bags and in his step was far too much bounce for a man lugging his weight and then some in groceries. However, Jack was in a marvelous mood; for not only had he had a lovely evening with Greg Friday night which had ended with a lovely morning with Jules after he stumbled in from the night with Greg, but he was having said Greg and said Jules finally meet one another and Jack would finally get to meet Ray. Since he was rather fond of Greg, he was looking forward to meeting the man that made Greg so very happy, or did in Jack's opinion at least.
Hopping to the door and placing down a few bags to unlock it, Jack sauntered into the flat with a loud and very Rickyesque "Juuuuulesy, I'm HoooOOoooome!" Before kicking the door shut and heading towards the kitchen, going on in his own voice, "And my Lord are my arms tired! Why did I buy so much? Trying to impress our new friends, I wager. How are you dear? Tell me a bit frisky because I know that doing the shopping always makes me a little bit keen for a spin," The groceries were on the counter with a thump as Jack sighed with relief, "Oh, that's heavenly." |
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[Jan. 26th, 2008|11:20 pm] |
Who: House and Ray. Imagine that.
What: Midnight Prayer.
When: Friday night, after his drag jaunt with Jack
Warnings: What does 2+2 equal? NC-17
"Please don't be up, please don't be up," Greg muttered a litany of the same to himself as he carefully shoved the door open, wincing when he heard the TV on in the front room. It had to be too late for Ray to have let the girls stay up. At least that would save them having to see him dressed like that.
Leave it to his 'new friend' to take the wrong bag of clothes with him when he was dropped off. 'Accidentally', he was sure.
Scrubbing a hand over his face, he gripped his cane and set a path for their bedroom, planning on not stopping until he was in their room, and blissfully naked. |
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[Jan. 20th, 2008|10:29 pm] |
Who: House, Ray, possibly Orlinda later?
What: Watching Paint dry- do you really have to ask?
When: Tonight, after Greg regains his mortal coil. Or something equally witty.
Warnings: Swearing. Smarm, and then likely smut.
After his rather rude awakening from his nap, once again one leg lighter, Greg had taken to lounging around in his- their- bed, playing away on his guitar. With no daughters around to disturb, he didn't bother turning the amp down, letting himself get lost in the music.
After a while, he got sick of answering messages, tossing his sidekick off to the side. If Ray wanted something, he'd have to do it the old fashioned way. |
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[Jan. 15th, 2008|10:58 pm] |
Who: Reina, Sofia, Greg, and Ray
What: Being rescued from the Naked
When: Tonight-ish
Warnings: The girls are nude. And if someone so much as looks at them, I have a feeling there will be violence.
( I'm cold, I'm naked, and I'm just plain scared! ) |
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