Apartment Above Luke's, Thursday

Jul. 27th, 2017 01:11 am
spin_kick_snap: (Guitar 02)
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Okay, Kathy's fingers were starting to hurt from practicing. She was able to practice longer than she had when she'd first started, but she was developing another blister on her right index finger and the indents the strings left in her skin were pretty deep and getting red. Time to set it aside for awhile and focus on something else.

Raven would probably appreciate not heaving to hear scales and Smoke on the Water for the hundredth time today, too.

Maybe she should get out her Dad-dating sim game. She was getting really close to locking down the romance with Hot-Coffeeshop!Dad, but there was something about Goth!Dad that kept her debating which dad to go for.

Though the real star of the show was the daughter. Everybody knew that.

Orrrr...there was a whole shipment from merchandisers looking to sell to Dite's that she needed to go through and see if she wanted to stock any of them. Free samples were all well and good, but it did mean she had to go pawing through some really weird stuff.

Decisions, decisions.

Room 322, Tuesday Evening

Jul. 26th, 2017 03:20 am
rebelseekspizza: (dante pb - black and white)
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Kathy had a guitar now, and while Dante figured Spencer would take most of the lessons on himself - he had a feeling he'd be helping Kat out often enough. So he'd decided to spend the morning going back to the old 'basic guitar jams on acoustic' book and drag up some old tunes that were relatively easy to learn.

And the whole Queen... thing the other week had him... maybe trying to sing along. You know, a little, and softly.

By evening and after classes, he was still at it.

"...It's something unpredictable, and in the end is right, I hope you've had the time of your life..."

The door was open.

[[ and so is the post ]]
merchant_of_miracles: (this looks weird out of context)
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The Merchant of Miracles was usually in the shop on Tuesday, but he had much bigger fish to fry today. Nahasapeemapedilon was on his own, because, apparently, some weird curse had settled in over the weekend, turned the Merchant into a very obnoxious (but impeccably dressed) singing robot assassin that not only broke the Merchant's cart, but then used some weird magic flute magic to entrap the unicorns within the debris of the cart.

Seriously, who does that?

At least it seemed...mostly salvageable, though that Scaramouche the Merciless really did a number on the Merchant's precious cart all the same. That was his house! That was his livelihood! He was practically naked without his cart! Granted, the cart had been through worse before, but that didn't take the sting out of the fact that the Merchant was going to wind up spending all day in the front yard trying to mend the pieces of his broken cart. It was no small task, which might explain the very loud litany of very creative curses* that accompanied all the hammering and sawing, sanding and drilling.

____________
*He was from a family friendly franchise, after all.


[[and open post is open!]]

MCA #3, Monday Evening

Jul. 17th, 2017 09:58 pm
uncertain_dume: (Hey Hey)
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Well. The weekend had been... eventful. And class had been a nice distraction. And, hell, Kanan had stopped by work and had a good chat with Eliot that afternoon about plenty of things that he'd been afraid to admit to himself, though he'd maybe been warming up to the idea of them, somewhat.

And now he was back at home, standing in the kitchen, looking thoughtfully down at a couple of nerf steaks in a frying pan as Stance pranced around the kitchen floor with the telltale clack-clicky-clack of a happy dog on linoleum who was hoping to score some nerf for himself.

"Okay," he said, smirking a little as he tossed the dog a chunk of meat. "But just this once. Hera and I have earned this meal this week. All you had to do was not torment the flamingos."

[OOC: For the roomie, but open for calls or visits or whatever, too!]
seveninchmotto: ([neu] Is that so?)
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Where did the island get this stuff?

That was the first thought on Isabelle's mind when she woke up early on Monday morning. She'd spent the weekend as some version of herself with a different face, who dressed like Simon used to (what was with that flannel shirt around her waist all the time?), and who had a crush on Valentine, of all people. On top of being very very sweet and naive and so much more innocent than Isabelle herself could ever remember having been.

It was a lot to unpack. So she was left wondering where the hell Fandom managed to dig all this stuff up from.

... Well, no. Actually, the first thing in her mind this morning was the same thing that was also the first thing that came out of her mouth: "Oh, thank the Angel." She was back. She was Isabelle Lightwood, Shadowhunter, lover of whips and low-cut dresses, and there was no other version she'd rather be.

The second thought on her mind, that was about how Fandom did this to people.

The third one made her look over and find the spot next to her on the bed empty – predictably. Anything else would've been pretty rude of Flick on several levels, and he wasn't like that. So, she called out, with her voice still hoarse from sleep, "Jon? You there?"

[ooc: NFB. For the boy.]

The Preserve, sundown

Jul. 16th, 2017 09:38 pm
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In the jungle preserve, the mighty jungle preserve, the lion sleeps tonight---

After a delicious meal of several teal deer, Mufasa had fallen asleep and only barely had time to wake up when he finally recognized the thunder that signalled an incoming stampede of alot of, well, alots.

Mufasa ran and ran but there was a cliff at the end of his path and everyone's seen the movie...

A-wheee~
stickitupmyjinx: (doubting you)
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It was National Ice Cream Day, and Vanessa had had plans. You know. Her usual holiday sort of plans (kinky sex).

Unfortunately, this stupid island had apparently had other plans, which was why Vanessa was eating a vat of Haagen-Dazs alone on the couch and sulking.

(Open for that guy who lives there and anyone else who might want to stop by.)

Hatherton, 13th of January 1712

Jul. 16th, 2017 09:03 am
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Why couldn’t Edward be happy with her? Caroline had asked. But Edward was happy with her. Why couldn’t Edward be happy with his life? she’d asked. No, Edward wasn’t happy with his life.

He tried. He begged and pleaded with her. Pointed out that he was still her husband, that he was doing this for her. But his pleas fell on deaf ears.

She was worried about Edward being hurt. Edward replied that he would be careful; that he would return with coin or send for her. He told her he needed her faith, but it helped him none.

It was the day Edward was due to leave... )

“Poison. That’s what you are,” Father said through clenched teeth, “poison. The ruin of our lives.”

“Father . . .”

“Get out of here,” he spat. “Get out of here. I never want to see you again.”

Mother stirred as though she was about to protest, and rather than face more upset — rather than be the cause of more upset — Edward mounted his horse and left.

[[ i finally remembered to do this. taken from the Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag novelization ]]

OOC: Availabilty Cha-Cha

Jul. 15th, 2017 02:49 pm
justlike_a_girl: (Dani -- Fence)
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Through the wonders of modern technology, I am posting from a boat to say that my ability will be spotty for the next 2 weeks while I cross a bunch of stuff off my bucket list. (Not SDCC, unfortunately. One day...)

No animal transformations for my girls this time. Dani is off at a horse auction and Mary is trolling Gunther by visiting Woflgang Puck restaurants.

If anyone is interested in following my adventures, I'm on Twitter as @thenamazing and @ameliasubverxin and Instagram as @thenamazing.
futurespacemom: (Master Kiwiiks)
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The currents in the Force were strange here. However she had ended up here, there was no denying that.

There were an adorable little tooka and some other creature she'd never seen before wanting her attention, and she was able to find food for them, but then she paused to meditate. A strange place, a strange planet, when just yesterday she'd been on Tython.

And a lightsaber here that wasn't hers. It felt...good, if unused and in need of a bit of tuning. Well, that would be something to do. Maybe she'd find someplace to sit and take care of that, once she made sure she was safe.


[OOC: And Hera is now Jedi Master Bela Kiwiiks. Yay!]

The Apartment, New York, Saturday

Jul. 15th, 2017 07:28 pm
seveninchmotto: ([plot] Nerd: Wait huh?)
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As far as Isabelle was concerned, this was just another regular day. Because she wasn't aware she was supposed to be about a foot taller, a lot more pale, and also covered in scars and runes.

She was, however, very aware that she couldn't find her laptop. Not anywhere. She was going around the apartment, peeking under the bed and into cupboards like maybe she'd gotten distracted last night after she finished working and stuffed it somewhere unusual? Val had asked her to make a thing and well, she'd been working on it way too late and she had a habit of some absent-mindedness sometimes, and ––

But seriously, where was it? It was as if no one lived here who depended on their laptops to get through the day!

(Take a hint, Izzy.)

[ooc: NFB but open for calls/texts/the boy! Why go AU when you can go for an AU from within an AU? Izzy's now an AU version of the version of her from Shadowhunters.]
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Being a little man living in a little cart in front of a house that doubled as a "unicorn" stable was fine when you were, indeed, a little man. Turns out it wasn't so ideal when you ceased to be a little man and instead became a very large robot assassin.

Scaramouche the Merciless thought nothing of the ruins of a cart scattered around him when he "woke up," but he was a little surprised by the one-eyed goat with a horn on its head licking at his face. "Oooh, careful, babe," he said, putting up a hand and gently pushing the goat away. "I wouldn't want to rust, and you should take a guy out to dinner first, man."

When he tried to get up, he noticed another goat nibbling on the hem of his fabulous purple jacket. "Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, babe, these digs are not for goat digestion." Thankfully, it was easy to pick the goat up and set him aside. "Now if you'll excuse me, how about you babes just make with the grass, and I'll make with the phone and call Aku." He pulled a small pink phone out of his pocket. "Beep-beep-beep, ba-beep-boo-bep."

The phone didn't seem to be connecting, but the goats were back at the coat. "These goats," he shook his head, "have gone beaucoup cuckoo." But he had a solution, pulling out his magic flute, trilling a few notes that allowed the pieces of the broken cart to form a fence around the goats to keep them in place.

"That'll keep you crazy goats in your place," he said. "It's been fun, babe, but I've got to move on. Time for me to shuffle off stage. Au revoir, Chèvre. Scaramouche has got some business to attend to."

Although he didn't know what that business was, yet, but there had to be a reason he was here, right? He was Aku's Number One assassin, after all, he didn't just get sent somewhere for no reason. Maybe he'd just go find himself a drinky-poo to help him think while he sorted it all out, warming up those sweet vocal chords as he scoped out the new locale.

"~Bee da bap boop be bop-bop-bah.~"


[[ oh, yeah, baby! Most def open if anyone wants to hit up one real hip assassin cat, my man]]
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Since their last attempt at a vacation had been sort of a disaster, Stiles and Derek decided a quick weekend to Fandom was in order. It wasn't much of a vacation site but, hey, at least they could say they left the house...and went back to their old house. Mike was such a good person for putting up with them.

Like old times Stiles was asleep upstairs totally unaware some Fandom weirdness was going on. But he'd find out. Oh, he'd find out.

[For the guy, the other guy that owns the place and anybody else that knocks]
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