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[Jun. 28th, 2008|02:50 am] |
Who: Greg and Rebecca House :O
What: Drinks!
Where: A bar
When: Early Saturday morning
Warnings: Well, it's House and his Daughter...
( Here it goes again ) |
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[Jan. 28th, 2008|07:13 pm] |
Who Jasper and Rebecca featuring Tara and George (maybe Wilson, even?)
What He's that baby's daddy! What! OHSNAP! Where is Maury when you need him?
Where The manor of the Prince of Wales aka George
When Monday afternoonish
Rating High for cockney style swearing at least.
( Oh, Oh, What a Beauty! I've Never Seen One As Big As THAT Before... ) |
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[Jan. 18th, 2008|10:43 pm] |
Who: Rebecca, family, and anyone else who wants to drop in + mentions of Sekhmet
What: The birth of her daughter
When: Saturday January 19th
Where: George's mansion
Setting her phone aside, Rebecca had called one of the maids and kindly asked her to get George and Wilson. Of course, Eddie was the first one up the stairs, grinning like and idiot. It wasn't long before George and Wilson followed. Explaining to them what was going to happen, they seemed a bit hesitant but she assured them all would be fine. Plus, it was like Sekhmet said...messing with her would be a stupid idea, since God wouldn't exactly be happy if something happened to Rebecca or her child.
Sekhmet appeared when called and held up her side of the deal. It was a relatively easy birth, though Rebecca was exhausted afterward anyway, holding her little baby girl in her arms after she had been cleaned up and wrapped in a soft pink blanket.
"Hello." She whispered ever so softly as the little child made a noise, eyes barely opening. |
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[Jan. 14th, 2008|10:34 pm] |
Who: Rebecca House and Death!
What: Talkin'
Where: Her room in George's manor
When: Late Monday evening
She'd managed to get to her dad's place without any trouble. Luckily it wasn't that far away, and though the guards were reluctant to believe her, she finally showed enough ID to get in. After getting her two puppies, Jude and Pipsqueak, settled in with Biggles she lugged herself up the stairs and changed into her maternity pajamas. They weren't the prettiest things, but dark blue, flannel, warm and comfortable. She wasn't dressing to impress, especially since her husband in this time period was a teenager.
Settling back against the pillows she sighed rather contently and put in her ear bud headphones, listening to a band called 'Feeder' on her iPod. Relaxing, she rested her hands on her stomach and smiled a little as she felt her daughter kick. |
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