Lana's Alderaan, Thursday Evening

Jul. 3rd, 2025 06:56 pm
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People'd be less impressed by the thrantas if they knew how karking stupid they were. Yeah, Jack had flown one once or twice as a kid; it was hard to grow up on this planet without it. But he viscerally remembered the stupid look in the thing's eyes, the way it would get distracted.

And his dad, grumbling about the wasted money the day after. Sitting in a chair at the medcenter, waiting for the kolto patches to be removed from Jaq's arms.

It'd been a long day out here. There wasn't much left of the town he'd grown up in. It'd been relentlessly renovated, older buildings removed and replaced with new, prettier ornate synthstone. If he had to take a guess, he assumed the people he'd grown up with had been priced out of the neighborhood.

Sorry, 'moved to more suitable housing'. It was Alderaan, after all.

And then they'd headed out, towards the mountains, a little more like the hiking trips they took back on Earth. But the mountains were taller and more majestic, and every once in a while, a thranta herd would come out from behind a snowy peak, and fly past the sun, and the sunlight would reflect on its wings, and Jack-- well, Jack wanted to grab a pebble and throw it out there with the Force. See if he could nail one.

ExpandBut he wasn't the only one there, and he knew it was an immature reflex. )

[[ nfb due to distance, can be open for comms/phone calls/messages ]]

Lucifer's Condo, LA, Wednesday

Jul. 2nd, 2025 02:02 pm
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For all that Octavia, Duke and Lucifer were in Los Angeles under a looming sense of foreboding like time was about to run out, there also seemed to be nothing but time. Octavia was doing her best to adjust, to build new routines away from the island. Going back to the ship to take care of her plants, finding hiking trails she liked (whenever the weather didn't feel like it was out to kill her), trying to -- just trying to stay busy. Keep active.

But some days the body felt like it needed to rest. And sometimes Octavia even gave into that instead of pushing forward. Today was one of those, so she was reading a book in Lucifer's living room, her back against the floor and her feet up on the couch.

Well, she was pretending to read, anyway.

See, there were downsides to letting herself be still - like how much louder it made all kinds of thoughts she'd been ignoring and repressing and holding back. Thoughts about things like Heaven, and Hell, and how it was July 2nd again and she didn't even know if Bellamy was alive like her or dead like their mother.

(Where was their mother?)

There was a certain kind of loneliness that didn't touch her often, but when it did, it hurt.

But at least she was holding her book the correct way up?

[ooc: NFB for distance, but open for all the usual.]

29 Chimera Court, Monday Morning

Jun. 30th, 2025 09:10 pm
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Vi had had a had a big weekend planned even more she'd turned into a tiny kitten. Once she had, it'd turned into an even bigger one, even if she'd missed out on all the parts that required heavy lifting. So now she was curled up on the bed, in a deep sleep that belied the fact she'd been zooming around the apartment barely a quarter of an hour ago.

Somehow, despite being the tiniest of tiny kittens, she was taking at least two-thirds of the bed. possibly more.
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Watts and Steven had arrived at their hotel early yesterday evening, and after a nice dinner had gotten settled in their room.

Today being their anniversary, it had started, of course, with a lie-in. Followed by breakfast delivered to the room and eaten in bed. The day itself had been spent enjoying the infinity pool and the spectacular view of the Aegean sea, along with plenty of lounging around.

Speaking of that view, Watts had arranged for dinner to be delivered to the room so they could eat outside as the sun set.

Los Angeles, Sunday

Jun. 29th, 2025 05:57 pm
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The news had come in last night, and by 'come in', Jack meant that a single text message had rolled in from Trent at around 3 AM. He'd been the only one to get it - which made sense, because he was the only one who was always awake at 3 AM and everyone knew about it. And then he'd laid there, on the vaguely comfortable hotel bed, staring at the ceiling.

Wondering if he should wake up Dane, or if he needed to come up with something to say to Trent on his own.

In the end, he just texted back. Something something sorry. And an offer, to which he'd gotten no reply.

So it wasn't until morning, with him and Dane stuffed into a booth somewhere in the hotel restaurant, that he Expandsaid it out loud. )

[[ nfb due to distance, can be open for phone calls/texts. ]]
chef_chocobro: <user name="deathsmajesty"> is amazing. ((older) (no glasses) all dressed up)
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When the guests arrived, they would, of course, be instructed to find their way to the garden conservatory; the subtle decorations both inside the mansion and through the exterior gardens would guide most people to there, and, barring that, the steward was naturally on hand to provide and escort. There, they would find a scene that seemed almost a stark contrast to the dark and brooding decor of a necromancer, a place filled with light and life, with plants both decorative and functional, colorful and aromatic and useful, and, of course, no lack of the expected gothic or Victorian touches here and there. Somewhere, some cleverly situated water fixture babbled steadily along with the light, inobtrusive music that set the atmosphere: something elevated just slightly above casual, that slight touch of pretentiousness that was gentle in its demands for propriety and decorum and class. Comfortable chaises and chairs were arranged here and there sociably, a gathering a wrought-iron bistro tables and chairs as well, but the set-up seemed to suggest the kind of floating interactions of butterflies among flowers, drifting from one to the next with an airy regard.

And, of course, the spread of food was exceptional, lighter fair, but plenty of it, things that could be enjoyed while fluttering about with the other guests in one hand, while the other held a glass of fine wine or sparkling water garnished with fresh fruits or even a robust coffee or a floral cup of tea. Small sandwiches and crostini, bruschetta and other variations, but there were also empanadas with a chimichurri sauce, paella with scallops, pomegranate pork kebabs...

Spring rolls, summer rolls, smoked salmon cucumber rolls...

And of course, desserts, which would include alfajores dulce de leche, coffee truffles, fruit crostini, and key lime mini pies.

Needless to say, no one should be wanting for food. Just be careful not to fill up on treats too much if you plan to stay on later; there was still plenty of dancing to be had, once the party moved itself to the awaiting ballroom.

[[ naturally, ocd incoming ocd is up! Come and celebrate with us! ]]
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It was Lydia's twentieth birthday in a few days, which she very much doubted anyone remembered. She was trying very hard not to make a fuss about that, though it was very difficult. Look at her, maturing or something. Still, as the birthday girl she felt she was allowed a few liberties, such as moving Supper Club to the afternoon so they could have afternoon tea, a lovely English tradition she thoroughly predated but had been introduced to on the school trip to Canada. She did so hope everyone would enjoy it.

She had included in the message letting their usual suspects know about the time change and location a note that it might be fun to dress up a bit (she herself was wearing her newest dress, but that wasn't mandatory. Probably. Look, you had all met Lydia, right?

Welcome to Supper--er, Afternoon Tea Club, everyone!
pocketpretzels: (eating eyebrows raised)
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With their anniversary celebration coming up and all that would entail, Watts and Steven had opted for a quiet night at home for their date night this week.

Hence the popcorn and colas out on the table, with one of the many streaming services they subscribe to pulled up on the television.

"Any sort of picture you're in a particular mood for?" Watts asked Steven.
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Tony had spent too long trying to talk Pepper into sending more Stark brand pride merch to give out this weekend. Mostly because she'd already sent enough to give to the entire population of the island with plenty to spare.

Which seemed like a cop out, honestly.

But that didn't stop Tony from sending notes on more bisexual themed merch. Because he always wanted something to be repping for the parade. And maybe he could talk Steve into some purple, pink, and blue short shorts... Hmm. A project.

[for the husband on some SP]

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