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[Nov. 25th, 2009|07:42 pm] |
Who: Anyone who's seen her post here (or any of the ones prior, or anyone who's been told by a friend or a friend of a friend or y'know, anyone.)
Where: Anne's place in Key West
What: Orphans' Thanksgiving Weekend
Warnings: Knowing this group? Probable.
When: Thursday mid-day through whenever the leftovers are gone and/or everyone goes home.
There was rain predicted later in the day, but just at the moment it was simply cloudy, which suited Anne just fine, since it meant she could leave both sides of the house open so she could see people coming and not smoke everyone out with the turkey roasting. The bird had been in the oven almost long enough, and at that particular moment she was basting again, her hair looped up in a braid to keep it from getting into anything.
(ooc:Party thread folks, food's in the kitchen, games are in the back room, music's in the front, smoking's out on the back patio. Eat, drink, be merry, talk amongst yourselves, don't make a mess and if you do, clean it up. I've got sub-threads for locations, but feel free to start your own, I'm rarely so organized.) |
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[Nov. 23rd, 2009|07:21 pm] |
Who: Henn & Sami & Zev & anyone else who drops by (yeah, it's an open log!)
Where: The Snake Pit Bar & Grill, New Orleans
When: Monday eveningtime
What: Stuff and things!
Warnings: There is a distinct possibility, will update as necessary
( Like rusty old nails, at the bottom of the sea )
(ooc: post, expect tags from one or all staff members, talk amongst yourselves, have fun!) |
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[Oct. 31st, 2009|06:36 pm] |
Who: Anyone and everyone
Where: Guildhall, New Orleans
When: Midafternoon Oct 31st until everyone goes home.
What: Paaaartaaay!
Warnings: More than likely!
The lower level of the guildhall was done up like a Starbucks from Hell, with authentic branded crap onna shelf, sucky music over by the bar, and authentic baristas, all having died of something hipstery. There was coffee and booze and snacks, there was a dance floor cordoned off in one corner, and most of the other rooms were open for lounging or milling around.
The Birthday Girl was, at that particular moment, near enough to the door that she could greet all comers, but far enough away that she wasn't a foreboding presence. She was dressed as Anne Bonney, men's shirt, well-worn navy uniform pants, a belt made of rope and a pirate sword on one hip and a blunderbuss on the other. Her hair was tied back with a double-knotted twist of twine, and her tattoos were almost all visible.
(post, thread, mingle and hang out, talk amongst yourselves, be prepared to have Henn and her crew, crash any and all threads) |
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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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[Jun. 7th, 2009|09:53 pm] |
Who: Samira and whoever (open log, dogpile!)
When: Sunday evening-night ish
Where: The Snake Pit Bar in New Orleans
Warnings: Always a possibility, will update with specifics as necessary.
It was a surprisingly quiet evening for the Pit, but Sami didn't mind it, really, it gave her time to talk with the waitstaff and flirt with the dancers and introduce the snakes to new customers and take them around to greet regulars.
Right then she was clearing one of the booth tables, a bus-tray supported by a coil of her tail, stacking the dishes in it neatly, humming along with the music that was playing and making a kissyface at the red-tailed boa around her neck who kept lifting his head to check on her. |
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[May. 19th, 2009|11:36 pm] |
Who: Samira & Miniver (and the snakes)
Where: the Snake Pit bar in New Orleans
When: Now-ish.
Why: Just 'cos.
Warnings: possible, not likely.
It was just about closing time, and Sami was going around making sure all the snakes were fed and had fresh water, since it was Tuesday and Tuesday was feeding day.
The bar itself was empty, the last patron having left not too long previously, though there was still another hour or so officially. She had Hendrix on the sound system and was bobbing along in time, Herbie, the red-tailed boa, draped over her shoulders, his head resting comfortably atop her left breast. |
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[May. 2nd, 2009|11:53 am] |
Who: Samira and whoever stops by (Open log peoples!)
Where: Snake Pit bar in New Orleans
When: over plot weekend
Warnings: always possible, will update with specifics as necessary.
Sami, being Sami, was keeping an eye on things, she'd noticed the sudden spike in friendliness across the bar, but figured as long as no one was actually going at it on the tables, she had no reason to break out the fire hose. She'd sent her usual bartender home to make sure that everyone was alright there, and had taken over the job herself.
Just at the moment she was leaning against the bar, chatting with one of the regulars, the rattle on her tail flicking now and again in time with the beat of the background music. She smiled up at each new comer at the top of the stairs, "What can I get you?" |
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