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[May. 17th, 2011|06:15 pm] |
Who: Remy & Lulu
What: He's a secret sap.
Where: Sweden, then parts beyond.
Warnings: It's possible.
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[Mar. 24th, 2011|11:49 am] |
Who: Remy & Lulu
What: Stitches and confessions.
Where: Lulu's home, Sweden
When: Thursday evening
Warnings: Yes.
( Words, wars, and symphonies ) |
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[Mar. 19th, 2011|11:05 pm] |
Who: Remy, Artan, and what's left of the Purifiers and their bases
What: Someone found out something iiiicky~
Where: All over the damn place.
When: A day after his arrival.
Warnings: Ragin' Cajun in the strictly literal sense of the word.
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[May. 3rd, 2010|04:33 pm] |
Who: DD and Remy
When: Evening times!
Where: Her place, then off to restaurant
What: A little dinner, a little wine...
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[Oct. 14th, 2009|04:04 pm] |
Who: Meggie Folchart and Remy LeBeau
Where: His disaster zone, errr office.
When: Late morning
Warnings: Papercuts
Remy had found it strange when he, a thief, became a lawyer upon arrival, snide comments about both professions aside. The man he replaced had had a robust reputation, which made the transition smooth and with few financial hiccups, and what Remy didn't have in experience and this side of the law, he made up for in reading people and playing to a crowd. His position here was secured and his planner full of cases and court dates.
Which meant his office was also full of cases. Elegant mahogany and brass shelves and comfortable chairs had been swamped (and as a Cajun, he could say that) with files, journals, court notes, briefings, contracts, books and folders. One good sneeze or earthquake and the precarious ordering would be chaos. At least the floors were empty, the cleaners had threatened him over that. He stole from people, cracked their sorting patterns to find the goods. He never had enough stuff to need to learn a system!
Remy was sitting at his small mountain range, sorting through interview notes for the last two cases and idly trying to find his espresso cup. It might be in his drawer, for all he knew. |
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[Jul. 31st, 2009|04:51 pm] |
Who: Arkady & whoever (another open log! I'm mad with power!)
What: Stuff and things
Where: Outside, over there ~>
When: Weekend, afternoon
Warnings: None yet, none likely, will update as necessary
It was midafternoon, and Arkady had decided that she and Spam could use some air, so she'd packed up his paint supplies, slung the bag over her shoulder and snapped his harness on before heading outside, two teleport jumps and two portkey landings and she found a good park, humming to herself and kicking off her shoes to wriggle bare toes in the grass, "Where do you suppose we are?" She asked the pig, shielding her eyes from the sun with one hand, grinning as the breeze made her skirt billow. |
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[Jun. 25th, 2009|08:14 pm] |
Who: Remy LeBeau & Samira
What: Dancytiems!
Where: Tapas & Salsa Dance place that Sami knows about
When: Night-time!
Warnings: None likely.
Sami had ducked into the Pit, just to tell the staff that she wouldn't actually be coming in, because at least half of them had expected her to, even with the cook's ban.
After that, however, she was perched on a bench outside, most of her tail curled up under it, but enough of a curve to sit on the bench itself. She hadn't been understating the lack of booty, she was snake from the waist down, sleek shiny scales like a boa or a python, but with the same patterns as a diamondback rattlesnake, and she had a rattle, though it was tucked into the coil of tail under the bench.
She was keeping an eye on passers-by, looking wholly amused at the world in general as she waited for her escort. |
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[May. 21st, 2009|04:57 pm] |
Who: Petit 'Phaze' & Remy 'Gambit' LeBeau
Where: Old Town New Orleans boardwalk
When: Thursday afternoonish
Why: Pregnant lady needs some taffy
Warnings: Not likely, but always possible. It's in their blood.
Petit had found her shoes, and she'd found a purse, and Toto, her crab-size-and-shaped Shadow was perched on her shoulder, right where he usually sat.
She was wearing one of the shirts that Henn had given her for mother's day, the one that said 'does this shirt make me look pregnant?' mostly because it made her laugh since she'd only just started to show.
She was doodling a map while she waited, going over a mental checklist, the same as she always did while waiting for anything. |
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[May. 2nd, 2009|08:25 pm] |
Who: Darius and Remy
What: realizing that Darius isn't good at avoiding trouble
Where: Italy, to start
When: tomorrow morning/afternoon
Warnings: cursing, references to mischief, college humor.
( Things never work out as they're supposed to. ) |
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[Apr. 25th, 2009|07:43 pm] |
Who: Ray, staff of Shake Your Samba Dance Studio, ANYONE!
What: Grand Opening
When: Today/Tonight
Where: Shake Your Samba Dance Studio in NYC
Warnings: Will update, if necessary
Notes: The studio is open to any and all who have any interst at all in danvcing. Start new threads, reply to existing comments, most of all, have fun!
He'd been rushing around all day, making sure everything was in order and ready to go. The doors would open at 4pm, for the grand opening. He wanted everything to be perfect. it wasn't just about dancing, but community and all that went along with it.
He had games for the kids, face painting, a moon walk out front, a hot dog vendor, and a raffle for a new car to entice the adults. Inside, he offered more refreshments and several opportunities to sign up for dance lessons, and the chance to win free lessons.
With balloons dangling from the ceiling, and staff in place, he decided everything was a go, and the doors were ready to open... |
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[Mar. 21st, 2009|07:24 pm] |
Who: Darius, Remy, Jean, NPCs
Where: The Purifier's base
When: early Sunday morning
Warnings: random power manifestation, allusions to violence, daring rescues.
( Why does this always happen to me? ) |
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[Mar. 20th, 2009|09:04 pm] |
Who: Remy LeBeau & Josie Marcham
Where: Basement-warehouse-holding cell somewhere in London.
When: A couple hours after this
Why: For great justice! And commiserations
Warnings: Probably some, will update with specifics as needed.
"Maybe next time you'll be more cooperative!" Was the exclamation that preceded Josie into the room, and she was propelled in with a good deal of force, she just let herself fall, because it hurt less than trying to catch herself, laughing raggedly, breathless as she flopped over onto her back, "And maybe hell'll freeze over between now and then." She coughed wetly, shaking her head and letting an arm fall over her eyes, just catching her breath as she took stock of injuries, wholly unaware that she hadn't been returned to the same room she'd been taken from. "Fuckin' ow." Was the next statement, though quieter, and theoretically to herself. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2008|12:29 am] |
Who: Remy LeBeau and Petit
What: Srs talk is srs.
Where: Guildhall, just outside of New Orleans, Louisiana
When: Night.
Warnings: Swearing, snark, LeBeauness.
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[Aug. 9th, 2008|01:10 pm] |
Who: Sinister and Gambit with a side dish of Artan Stillman.
What: Equipment drop off and possibly some SUPAR MAZZIV EVUL, who knows?
Where: Essex's mansion-shaped-thing, New York
When: Middledarkest of night, around the weekend.
Warnings: Snark and pride-killing.
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[Aug. 6th, 2008|05:42 pm] |
Who: Remy LeBeau, Miniver Cheevy and Pickles the Drummer
What: Kickin' it.
Where: Guildhall, New Orleans, LA
When: Todayish
Warnings: Profanity, sexual innuendo, probably some other stuff, for sure.
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[Aug. 6th, 2008|03:51 am] |
Who: Candy Quackenbush and Remy LeBeau
What: Remy comes home from playing martyr a little worse for the wear.
When: After he gets patched up in the epic Joker vs. Remy thread.
Where: Here there and everywhere?
warnings: Candy's a mother hen. And they might swear. PG-13.
( Finally free to twist and turn. ) |
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[Jul. 31st, 2008|09:39 pm] |
Who: Remy LeBeau and Lulu.
What: Practicing powers.
When: Tonight.
Where: Remy knows a spot in the swamp.
Warnings: Swearing and explosions.
( Yay, explosions! ) |
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[Jul. 30th, 2008|12:15 am] |
Who: Miniver Cheevy and Remy LeBeau
What: ...doin' stuff.
Where: Mini-Mordhaus, London
When: Nightish
Warnings/Rating: Knowing these two... proooobably sex, likely drugs, conceivably angst, hypothetically naughty language.
( At the home of Dethklok and associates... ) |
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[Feb. 1st, 2008|01:12 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | anya lehnsherr, apocalyptic plot, belladonna boudreaux, emma frost, henry mccoy, jean grey, jubilation lee, logan, piotr rasputin, remy lebeau, xi'an coy manh | ] |
Who: Open to anyone on the attack Gambit team!
Where: Somewhere in a jungle on some continent.
When: Last night, slightly before midnight.
What: The initial attack. Logan found him, called everybody else, and started beating up Gambit/Death. This is where Apocalypse will enter the world.
Warnings: If I need to tell you this will be violent, you have problems.
( The day the world changed... For the weekend. ) |
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