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Lydia Bennet ([personal profile] mustbeawitch) wrote2025-07-10 09:53 am
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Llamas' Corner, Baltimore, Maryland, Thursday Evening

As with Charming Elephant previously, Lydia was bound to be disappointed by the lack of truth in advertising of Llamas' Corner. Where were the llamas? Oh, in the decor? They should be serving her London Fog latte.

Well. They were already here, and she supposed the place was quite charming, anyway. She did so hope nothing ill befell her dress; she seemed to be having the most rotten luck with that this week!

Welcome to Supper Club, everyone! No llamas were involved in the food preparation.
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Liliana Vess ([personal profile] deathsmajesty) wrote2025-07-10 10:24 am

Liliana's Office, Thursday

It turned out that setting her office hours to Friday had been just as detrimental to Liliana's attendance as it might have been to the students', and so she had moved them back to Thursday, immediately after her class.

It helped that she had a project to work on: making a map of ancient Terisiare for Ignis since he would not get much out of the merely visual one she'd prepared for the rest of the class.

Hmm...perhaps something with cutouts...?
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Rey Skywalker ([personal profile] thatwaslucky) wrote2025-07-09 01:26 pm

MCA Laundry room- Wednesday evening

Rey had already needed to do laundry before being drenched in various goos, so after she'd showered and changed she took everything to the laundry room. It started okay, but when she came back to get it after the wash cycle, everything was soaked, and it hadn't run the whole way through. This time it didn't start okay, and she was stuck with heavy clothes she didn't know what to do with.

Maybe she should text Danny and see if she could take this thing apart.

Just wait till she remembered she'd just purged her closet.


[Am I posting from experience? Yes. Open!]
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Steven Grant / Marc Spector ([personal profile] hasaknightjob) wrote2025-07-09 12:07 am

Midnight Manor Private Residence, Wednesday Evening

Steven and Llewellyn did have to come home eventually. It wasn't their intent to stay away too long regardless. Only to have a few days to themselves to celebrate being a newly married couple.

When they got home there were some of the usual things. Checking to be sure everything was all right, apologizing to Raphael for going on holiday without him. Sharing the good news ("Raphael, your dads are married!").

But there was, of course, one person who needed to be told before anyone else in their lives heard it. So, once they had a moment to breathe, Steven closed himself off in his and Llewellyn's bedroom, stood in front of the full length mirror, and silently asked Marc to join. A personal conversation in more ways than one )

Marc patted the mirror, then headed to go find Watts.

[NFB. For the friend and husband.]
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Stark ([personal profile] stykera) wrote2025-07-08 10:06 am

Outside MHA #4, Tuesday morning

Summer was leaving. Stark wasn't really ready for that but he was as ready as he could be. And she'd told him before and he had a chance to say goodbye (and some other things that might need to be said) and it wasn't the same as any other time and he was going to remind himself of that as often as necessary.

So they were going to go to brunch, this morning, before she left. Before he want and played paintball without her and started to try to adjust to this latest shift in their dynamic.

So he was here, knocking on her door as he'd done so many times before. It was the same and it was very different and he was going to try his best not to be weird about it.


[For she who lives there...until later today anyway *sob*]
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Liliana Vess ([personal profile] deathsmajesty) wrote2025-07-08 05:37 am

Tenth District, Ravnica, Tuesday (Fandom Time)

"Welcome to Ravnica, darling," Liliana said grandly as they stepped out of the portal. "Mmm, the air doesn't usually smell like smoke; RageFest is already going strong. Excellent, I was a little worried that I'd brought you here too early. Seems like they got a jump on things this year."

Before them spread a huge city; plane-wide, in fact, though Liliana didn't expect Summer to see much more than the Tenth District. Ugh, what, was she going to hang around Sixth and play a...sewerball match...or whatever it was called? Hardly not.

"My townhouse here is in Precinct Five," she continued. "It's the University District, so things are usually less raucous around here, but the students are usually good for a couple of big parties. Just be wary of anything the Simic host, darling--you'll know a Simic if you see one, trust me. My suggestion is to stick to Tin Street, the Transguild Promenade, the Great Concourse, and Gateway Plaza." A lot of proper nouns that Summer had no context for, but that was fine. It wasn't like Liliana had planned to just drop her off here in an ecumenopolis to sink or swim. She intended to partake in some of RageFest's activities as well. "So, darling, play tourist and amble? Or was there something particular you wanted to partake or indulge in?"
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Lucifer Morningstar ([personal profile] my_own_advocate) wrote2025-07-07 11:26 am

Lucifer's Penthouse, Los Angeles, Monday Evening

Lucifer had still not ascended to the heavenly Throne. Oddly enough, there was always just one more thing. Usually a case, like the death of that poor drag queen, or Amenadiel's struggles accepting the reality of the LAPD, or-- well, just things, in general.

One would think that the state of Lucifer this evening - sitting down, sipping whiskey, looking out the window - would have been a regular thing for him, but frankly, it hadn't quite been. All that frantic running about. Solving cases, running night clubs, consoling siblings... In fact, he'd only sat down about five minutes ago, and he was only bothering to take off his Louboutins right now, as an afterthought.

Ah, well.

"I should buy more Häagen-Dazs," he mused to the room at large. "I didn't even realize we were out."

[[ expecting one, but open to the other as well ]]
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Jaina Solo Fel ([personal profile] solo_sword) wrote2025-07-06 09:56 am
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OOC: Shenanigans sign up!

Pinch hitter this week!
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Steven Grant / Marc Spector ([personal profile] hasaknightjob) wrote2025-07-06 01:47 am

A Secluded Beachfront Near Gundari Resort, Folegandros, Greece, Sunday Afternoon

Deciding to elope had answered so many problems. But it did not remove the need for hurried preparation.

Fortunately the staff at their hotel were old hands at quickly throwing events together. Eloping, omg! )

Once the ceremony was all done there was a daze of thanking everyone, making sure everything that needed to be taken care of was taken care of, and then heading back to their hotel.

For their honeymoon.

It was probably going to take a while for both Watts and Steven to get used to that.

[preplayed with the amazing [personal profile] pocketpretzels, NFB, NFI except for the husband, because we can write that now so we're GONNA. Ahem.]
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Steve McGarrett ([personal profile] grenadesandohana) wrote2025-07-05 10:08 am

Tripler Army Medical Center, Honolulu, HI [Saturday afternoon]

It was time for Danny and Steve's six-week check-up at Tripler, and Steve was desperately hoping to be told he was allowed to go back to his regular exercise routine (which he'd done already, but details). He was less thrilled that after the check-up he had to turn his active duty military ID in and swap it for a retiree one.

Retirees were old. Vietnam vets. Maybe Korea. Not him, okay, he wasn't even 40. He was so busy stewing about the indignity of it all that he didn't notice his long-legged righteous-but-leaving-Danny-behind stride had turned much shorter.

Shorter and furrier.

Because he was an otter.

[OOC: For the partner!]
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imafuturist ([personal profile] imafuturist) wrote2025-07-05 10:17 am

Penthouse Apartment of the baby Stark Tower, Monday Evening

Well, they had a plan to go looking for another dog because they were definitely becoming That Couple. But also, they had the space and the inclination for it. So. Dog.

And that was the plan, but the island would clearly have other things in mind.

"We'll take my car, right?" Tony asked like it was any better for a dog than Steve's motorcycle. It was only in the vaguest sense better.

[for him!]
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Dr. Donald Blake & Thor Odinson ([personal profile] ifwebeworthy) wrote2025-07-04 01:38 pm
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Atton Rand & miscellaneous names ([personal profile] suitably_heroic) wrote2025-07-03 06:56 pm
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Lana's Alderaan, Thursday Evening

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.

But 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 ]]
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Octavia Blake ([personal profile] okteiviakom) wrote2025-07-02 02:02 pm

Lucifer's Condo, LA, Wednesday

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.]
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Vi ([personal profile] giveittoyoursister) wrote2025-06-30 09:10 pm

29 Chimera Court, Monday Morning

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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Llewellyn Watts ([personal profile] pocketpretzels) wrote2025-06-29 09:50 pm

Gundari Resort, Folegandros, Greece, Monday Evening

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.
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Atton Rand & miscellaneous names ([personal profile] suitably_heroic) wrote2025-06-29 05:57 pm
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Los Angeles, Sunday

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 said it out loud. )

[[ nfb due to distance, can be open for phone calls/texts. ]]
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Ignis Scientia ([personal profile] chef_chocobro) wrote2025-06-27 04:23 am

The Far Less Creepy and Far From Abandoned Mansion in the Woods; Friday Afternoon/Evening [06/27].

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! ]]