September 6th, 2008

[info]_riverofjordan in [info]veritaserum_rp

Tag to Aidan

Who Lee and Aidan
Where Lee's place
When Around early noon or early afternoon
What Gawdy furniture and music.

The one where you learn Lee has a banana hammock. )

[info]aidans in [info]veritaserum_rp

Who: Rabastan Lestrange & Aidan Chambers.
What: Two people whose paths should have never crossed run into each other. With disastrous consequences.
When: September 5th. Late evening. ( a few hours after this)
Where: Knockturn Alley.
Status: Closed. Incomplete.

It was late. He was tired and venturing into Knockturn Alley at this time of the day (or rather night) was so stupid that it practically defied description. )

[info]mrboot in [info]veritaserum_rp

Who: Terry Boot and Aidan Chambers
What: Relaxing, talking about lots of things.
Where: Terry's flat.
Status: Incomplete.

Terry was laying on his couch, trying to read, but there was just too much going through his head. The plans with Aidan, who was suppose to be there any minute, along with the meeting with Tracey at the bar. She was certainly a woman in her own league; she liked to push back, and Terry liked that. It wasn't like he was head-over-heels though, he hardly knew the women, but he was intrigued.

Deciding to throw his book aside, Terry instead pulled out the plans for the buildings him and Aidan were using and continued looking them over.

Warehouses could be used for training areas and possibly storage, and the office buildings could be used as places to stay and storage, and meetings could be there too...

[info]withouta in [info]veritaserum_rp

Tag to Alicia!

Who: Tracey Davis and Alicia Spinnet
When: Evening, Sept 5
Where: Some bar
What: Two very unlikely people bond over drinks and drunken antics.

The thing about letting people buy you drinks was that they tended to want something out of it afterwards. Normally this wouldn't have been a problem with Tracey, who had no qualms about letting a complete stranger take her home, but tonight she was in no mood for it. After the ordeal that was her mother's funeral, she wanted to get drunk enough to pass out. Alone.

So when the two wizards who'd been plying her with drinks all night started leaning in and suggesting that they take her somewhere more private, she shoved them away. "Sod off," she snapped. "Go shag each other."

And that was when things got ugly.