Who: John Connor (open to any)
What: Hanging out
Where: Central Park
When: Afternoon
Rating: PG, to start with
Warnings: None at the moment

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( Exploring )

Who: Death, Will Lennox, Anakin Skywalker
When: Tonight
Where: From Baton Rouge to Detroit
Rating/Warnings: Nothing
Status: WIP

Who: Loki and Death.
Where: Cold Stone! XD
When: This later-afternoon.
What: Ice cream, and likely Loki trying to soak up as much on human emotion as he can.
Warnings? Flirtiness, possibly, knowing the Lokester, but I doubt he's going to bang her on the ice cream counter, if that's what you mean XD

After making his usual unseen stop by the House residence (and being sorely disappointed to see only the father was home) Loki snapped himself in back of the Cold Stone in question, adjusting his hoodie before coming around to walk in the front and wait for his old Friend by the door, seeing as standing off to the side in these sorts of establishments often warranted the mortals to be rude, or downright offensive. He was often temped to break out the wings, but remembered Zira having said such a thing wasn't too shocking to them in those parts.

It was hot but he liked the warmth, it sure beat Wisconsin, on some days. Plus he'd suffer any heat, no pun intended, to see DiDi any day.

Who: Alma and Mark House, Audra House, Karen Davis, NPC Surgeons.
Where: The hospital.
When: Tonight, now and continuing throughout the evening.
Warnings: Swearing, Baby!Death.

Jenny had been over by the time Mark had gotten home to look after Aubrey and Drew, so they'd gotten out the door to meet Karen at the hospital, like she's asked them to, pretty quickly. Audra cried the entire drive, and it was almost sickeningly eerie when Karen had taken her to examine her.

It'd been almost twenty minutes, Alma had cursed at the nurses several times already, she was getting rrally agitated.

Finally the doors opened and Karen stepped out, without Audra. Alma was sure her expression could tell her already how dismayed that made her. Karen seemed nervous, unsure how to start so she took a seat in a chair a few down from them to give them space. "Audra. . .has growth, a cerebral growth she um, she's crying because it's causing her a lot of discomfort. A few people on the children's oncology team are looking at her now, they're going to suggest treatment when they come out.

Who: Death and Dexter Morgan
What: Donuts, did we say? Donuts!
When: Backdated to a few days after Death's... death.
Warnings: PG-13 for graphic imagery, possibly.

Death had been a little hesitant at first, to agree so readily to meet up with Dexter. She wasn't a superstitious creature (at least, more than to be expected, given what she knew). Still, the idea of going back to Miami in this form, so soon... well, he was lucky she was really craving those donuts.

She appeared at his front door, still choosing to take the time to knock, giving a cheery wave when she saw him look through the window.

Who: Shawn Spencer and Death
What: Movie Watching, Bonding, And Hopefully an Explination of Vortexes and Fictional Characters...
Where: Didi's place since Shawn doesn't really have one yet.
Warnings: Um... Probably gonna stay at PG, unless Shawn's wiles really are irresistable... but I doubt it. *snerk*


Broadway. The most famous street in all of the Big Apple. Shawn hadn't been here in years, but he still remembered things, places. He was about a block away from City Hall Park, and it sounded like a good place to meet a cute chick for movie watching at her place. He'd have to track down Gus later (hopefully much MUCH later. Like next morning/early afternoon later.)

Finding a nice, unoccupied bench to sprawl out on, Shawn waited and scanned the crowds for Didi.

Who: Death and Dexter
What: Smoothie Madness! Also, talking, and Death-embarassment
When: Today, afternoon, before Death's meeting with Shawn
Warnings: Possible graphic discussions of a violent nature. PG-13?

Death's sense of direction was a little skewed, given her newly mortal state, but it didn't take her much longer than her half-hour to find the little smoothie stand Dexter had pointed her in the direction of. She stood in line, glancing around in her typically friendly way at the patrons- who now just saw her as the odd goth chick, dressed in all black in Miami. The sigil at her eye also seemed out of place here, but she couldn't do anything about that. So she tired just to ignore the strange looks, as she placed her order, having to shout a bit over the whirring of the blenders.

Moving to a nearby bench, she looked around for Dexter- or some friendly face in the crowd, really. She was trying not to be picky (and, more than that, a little in denial about what she was convinced was Desire's playing with her emotions. But her turning down the invitation would have been weirder, right? Oh, she had no idea.)

Who: Death and Triesta!
What: Getting their Girl on! (Not each other. Talking. Dancing. Gossip. That 'girl' on)
When: Nighttime! In Atlantic City, so the Party is continuous
Warnings: Girly squeals about boys, and girls, and otherwise. Swearing? PG-13

Death was antsy. She didn't like 'antsy'- it went against her nature, it interrupted her calm. And one large factor of it, had to do with emotions. Fluttery, squishy, girly emotions. For a boy. So, she did the only thing she could think of-

Girls' Night Out.

Sipping her drink, Death scanned the crowd milling about the bar Tree had suggested in Atlantic City, waiting for her new girlfriend to arrive, so the 'forget the squicks and dance' portion of the evening could commence.

Who:Death and Dex!
When: Tonight, riiiight this very second
Where: Dex's apartment, cause he's got the waffle maker
Rating/Warnings: Mm, none for the moment? PG/PG-13 tops?

( A cure for mondays )

Who: Death and Dexter Morgan
What: Coffee!
When: Tonight, because Death never sleeps and Dexter is an addict XD
Warnings: PG-13 for language, I'm guessing. Past that, I'll let you know.

Death arrived at the coffee shop in that way she had- one minute, there was no one, the next, she was bopping in line, looking over the menu to decide what she wanted. Deciding to go simple, she grabbed her mug of coffee and headed to a table near the back, knowing Dexter was... touchy, about social situations. She would respect that.

Sipping her drink, she waited patiently for her new acquaintance to arrive, smiling and waving at the passers-by that noticed her.

Who: Alma and OTA.
Where: A coffee shop (where the hell else do people go? XD)
When: Today, early eveningish.
What: Random anything. Anything I say!
Rating/Warning: Neutral.
Status: Complete.

It would rain. Mind, it was only a srinkle but it had looked like a sunny, nice day when Alma had decided to go out by foot. The snow was mostly melted except corners and under awnings, where the sun didn't really melt it. It wasn't icy but if it got any colder, it'd ice up after that. It was light, an despite holding a paper over her head, it pattered the back of her neck, making her shiver as it dripped own her spine. Stupid rain. Stupid natural cycles. Stupd, stupid stupid.

Hurrying into a coffee shop for shelter she got a glass of water and a bagel. The last thing she needed was caffeine to keep the twins rolling around later when she needed to sleep. It was just shelter until the storm let up, so she found a seat and opened the damp paper to read and pass the time.

Who: Death, Anakin Skywalker
When:Wednesday night
Where: Fenton's Creamery, California
Rating/Warnings: Just talking over food...
Status:complete