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formersocialite[It was the first peaceful night's sleep she had in a long time and Vivian was planning to have an extra long lie it because she could. While her ankle was mostly on the mend, she was still taking it easy, only walking on it for a few hours at a time just to keep up her strength.
Another thought that had crossed her mind was Valentine's Day and she was looking forward to what that would bring, even if it was a few days away now. Her very first date on such a day; Vivian was definitely excited for it.
Around midday she stirred and woke up, her eyes taking a few moments to adjust to the light before she shifted a little causing the cast on her right ankle to hit something. Puzzled, Vivian sat up very slowly and turned to her right to see a somebody laying beside her. She blinked a few more times before it dawned on Vivian that it wasn't her imagination.
Cue freak out.]
Who the bloody hell are you?!
[Vivian shouted, not caring how loud she was. Yep, the whole castle can hear it since her journal was lying open on the dresser beside her.]
((ooc: Open via the journals!))
Another thought that had crossed her mind was Valentine's Day and she was looking forward to what that would bring, even if it was a few days away now. Her very first date on such a day; Vivian was definitely excited for it.
Around midday she stirred and woke up, her eyes taking a few moments to adjust to the light before she shifted a little causing the cast on her right ankle to hit something. Puzzled, Vivian sat up very slowly and turned to her right to see a somebody laying beside her. She blinked a few more times before it dawned on Vivian that it wasn't her imagination.
Cue freak out.]
Who the bloody hell are you?!
[Vivian shouted, not caring how loud she was. Yep, the whole castle can hear it since her journal was lying open on the dresser beside her.]
((ooc: Open via the journals!))
bro_codebreaker[morning dawns just like any other morning, really - Barney cracks an eye open when his alarm goes off, then reaches out and mashes the snooze button. the WildKat can open a good ten minutes late, or he can speed-shower like an old pro - either way, no one's really going to care if he dozes for a little while longer. he buries his face in his pillow and mutters, flopping his arm out to the side --
-- and it connects with something. someONE. he lifts his head and raises an eyebrow. yes, there is definitely a girl asleep in his bed.
he sits up and scrubs a hand over his face, thinking. he doesn't FEEL hung over. and she IS pretty hot. there's no way he'd tap that and not remember. and this IS his bed ...
oh well. better get up and get in the shower before she wakes up and tries to be all clingy. that is just the WORST. he swings his legs over the side and gets to his feet, smoothing out his suit pajamas. he turns around and takes one last look at his catch, lifting up the blankets.
wait.
she's still dressed. in a t-shirt and shorts. that are NOT his. ... his eyes narrow in suspicion. HOW is there a girl in his bed who ISN'T NAKED--?!]
-- and it connects with something. someONE. he lifts his head and raises an eyebrow. yes, there is definitely a girl asleep in his bed.
he sits up and scrubs a hand over his face, thinking. he doesn't FEEL hung over. and she IS pretty hot. there's no way he'd tap that and not remember. and this IS his bed ...
oh well. better get up and get in the shower before she wakes up and tries to be all clingy. that is just the WORST. he swings his legs over the side and gets to his feet, smoothing out his suit pajamas. he turns around and takes one last look at his catch, lifting up the blankets.
wait.
she's still dressed. in a t-shirt and shorts. that are NOT his. ... his eyes narrow in suspicion. HOW is there a girl in his bed who ISN'T NAKED--?!]
fifty-three shots of love
Feb. 12th, 2012 02:16 amechivoc[ backdated to midnight of the eleventh — filter; Cross's room ]
[ Cross knows Valentine's Day is right around the corner, and is preparing himself to avoid the mishaps of the previous years. No eating candy, and staying far away from gold arrows. A change would certainly be welcome, though, especially if it comes with a beautiful woman, too.
He is relaxing in his newly redone room, sitting by the large floor-to-ceiling window in the living room. A bottle of wine sits on a table next to him, and a book in his lap. Such a nice night — now if it rained, it would be almost perfect. He is just missing a leading lady now to complete the picture. ]
[ Cross knows Valentine's Day is right around the corner, and is preparing himself to avoid the mishaps of the previous years. No eating candy, and staying far away from gold arrows. A change would certainly be welcome, though, especially if it comes with a beautiful woman, too.
He is relaxing in his newly redone room, sitting by the large floor-to-ceiling window in the living room. A bottle of wine sits on a table next to him, and a book in his lap. Such a nice night — now if it rained, it would be almost perfect. He is just missing a leading lady now to complete the picture. ]
a do - straight to hell
Feb. 12th, 2012 02:46 amspiritusaequitas[the second day in the ballroom finds Murph perched on the little pile of beanbag chairs he's made for himself, his injured leg elevated as he munches on some of the snacks from the tables and watches everyone else try their hand at being all happy rainbows and sunshine. it's still all too weird for him - but he's trying to do right by the dream he and Connor had in town, and adapt so that they can move on with their lives.
as he's looking around, he spots two familiar faces: Cole and the boy from the buffet table, yesterday morning. they're chatting to each other, and he can't help but wonder why the kid's talking so freely with a demon.
half-demon, he corrects himself, with a slight snort - then remembers what Cole had told him, before they agreed to give each other space. fumbling around in the beanbag pile, he finds his journal and cracks it open.
now, how did Carson say it worked --- oh, right. he fishes a stub of pencil out of his jeans pocket and scribbles]
( Phoebe Halliwell )
as he's looking around, he spots two familiar faces: Cole and the boy from the buffet table, yesterday morning. they're chatting to each other, and he can't help but wonder why the kid's talking so freely with a demon.
half-demon, he corrects himself, with a slight snort - then remembers what Cole had told him, before they agreed to give each other space. fumbling around in the beanbag pile, he finds his journal and cracks it open.
now, how did Carson say it worked --- oh, right. he fishes a stub of pencil out of his jeans pocket and scribbles]
( Phoebe Halliwell )
sworn[Backdated to Saturday morning]
[When Vereesa's eyes snap open, she's immediately aware that something is very wrong. She doesn't hear the shuffling of Alleria preparing for her day long before most people would rise from bed.
Instead, there's a man in her bed and it's definitely not her husband.
By now, she ought to be familiar with Paradisa's tricks, but even this is a dirty trick. She swiftly leaps from the bed to distance herself from the still-sleeping form that she does not recognize, and quickly reaches for her open journal, which records her movements and words.
She plans to throw it at him if necessary.]
You. Wake up.
[When Vereesa's eyes snap open, she's immediately aware that something is very wrong. She doesn't hear the shuffling of Alleria preparing for her day long before most people would rise from bed.
Instead, there's a man in her bed and it's definitely not her husband.
By now, she ought to be familiar with Paradisa's tricks, but even this is a dirty trick. She swiftly leaps from the bed to distance herself from the still-sleeping form that she does not recognize, and quickly reaches for her open journal, which records her movements and words.
She plans to throw it at him if necessary.]
You. Wake up.
001: Arrival
Feb. 12th, 2012 09:55 amromana2[Romana is wandering the secret passageways between the Council Rooms and her Presidential Chambers. Ever since the supposed assassination attempt on her life; from which the Romana of this Gallifrey had, in fact, died; the only time she received time to herself was during these walks.
It was so frustrating that the Time Lords of this Gallifrey were so overly “proper.” It was even getting on Narvin’s nerves and that was saying something. But she had been right about one thing: being called “Supreme Leader” became old, very quickly.
As she walks, she is paying more attention to her thoughts rather than where she is going. It seemed that the "Free Time Virus" had yet to arrive here, but that didn't mean it wouldn't and that is cause for great concern. She turns a corner and opens the door to her private rooms. So lost is she in thought, that it takes her a full minute to realize that she is not in her private chambers. She looks around the room.]
This isn’t at all where I planned to be. I must have taken a wrong turn.
[It wasn't all that unusual to happen. Although this Alternate Gallifrey is very similar to her own, every once in awhile a subtle difference reveals itself. She walks back to the door, opens it and looks into the hall. Through one of the great windows in the hall, she can see outside. it looks nothing like Gallifrey. For starters the sky is a pristine blue, rather than the burnt-orange she expects to see.]
This… doesn’t look like Gallifrey.
[For a moment, Romana is hopeful that perhaps K-9 and Irving Braxiatel had finally sorted a way to get her back to the prime universe. She smiles warmly and runs into the hall.]
Brax!? K-9? I’m here! You did it! You brought me back! And none too soon. Did you retrieve Narvin as well?
[Her face falls as she looks around and didn’t see them anywhere.]
It was so frustrating that the Time Lords of this Gallifrey were so overly “proper.” It was even getting on Narvin’s nerves and that was saying something. But she had been right about one thing: being called “Supreme Leader” became old, very quickly.
As she walks, she is paying more attention to her thoughts rather than where she is going. It seemed that the "Free Time Virus" had yet to arrive here, but that didn't mean it wouldn't and that is cause for great concern. She turns a corner and opens the door to her private rooms. So lost is she in thought, that it takes her a full minute to realize that she is not in her private chambers. She looks around the room.]
This isn’t at all where I planned to be. I must have taken a wrong turn.
[It wasn't all that unusual to happen. Although this Alternate Gallifrey is very similar to her own, every once in awhile a subtle difference reveals itself. She walks back to the door, opens it and looks into the hall. Through one of the great windows in the hall, she can see outside. it looks nothing like Gallifrey. For starters the sky is a pristine blue, rather than the burnt-orange she expects to see.]
This… doesn’t look like Gallifrey.
[For a moment, Romana is hopeful that perhaps K-9 and Irving Braxiatel had finally sorted a way to get her back to the prime universe. She smiles warmly and runs into the hall.]
Brax!? K-9? I’m here! You did it! You brought me back! And none too soon. Did you retrieve Narvin as well?
[Her face falls as she looks around and didn’t see them anywhere.]
someoneto_carry[Good morning Paradisans! You know what's always great to wake up to in the morning? The sound of EXPLOSIONS! That's right! And Zoe, being very determined to get out of here, had decided to try to rig her door up with explosions- nothing too heavy but definitely enough to blow up a door. She's taking cover when they go off and there's silence for a moment as she waits for dust to clear]
[Then a sigh, followed by some soft chinese cursing] Ai-yah. Tyen-ah...
[She'll be heading back over to the bed and sitting on the edge of it, arms crossed]
Next plan?
[Then a sigh, followed by some soft chinese cursing] Ai-yah. Tyen-ah...
[She'll be heading back over to the bed and sitting on the edge of it, arms crossed]
Next plan?
008 - backdated to saturday morning
Feb. 12th, 2012 04:26 pmsolar_absorber[It felt like any other morning since he first woke up in the castle. The bed, the sheets, the annoying peak of sunshine that shown through the window curtains. He yawned and stretched, and finally squinted his eyes open and...suddenly it wasn't such a normal morning.
For starters, he didn't recognize the room. But he could tell it wasn't the one he shared with the Midnighter. Speaking of...he glanced over his shoulder to the other side of the bed.
Nope. Definitely not his husband. But someone he recognized from the expedition a few months ago. He reached out and tapped her shoulder gently.]
Um...miss? I think something weird is going on.
For starters, he didn't recognize the room. But he could tell it wasn't the one he shared with the Midnighter. Speaking of...he glanced over his shoulder to the other side of the bed.
Nope. Definitely not his husband. But someone he recognized from the expedition a few months ago. He reached out and tapped her shoulder gently.]
Um...miss? I think something weird is going on.
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Feb. 12th, 2012 10:44 pmrarities[The journal seems to have fallen open without catching the attention of the two current residents of this room ...]
-- and with your shoulders, something like a halter top or thin straps will be best! [she's using her magic to take a few measurements with a long yellow measuring tape that seems to be moving by itself, excuse her, Six!] Say, do you have any preference on color? I think a nice blue might bring out your eyes ...
[Poor Noble Six. :')]
-- and with your shoulders, something like a halter top or thin straps will be best! [she's using her magic to take a few measurements with a long yellow measuring tape that seems to be moving by itself, excuse her, Six!] Say, do you have any preference on color? I think a nice blue might bring out your eyes ...
[Poor Noble Six. :')]
Welcome to the 3rd Annual Hunger Games
Feb. 12th, 2012 11:42 pmpeeta_bread[Peeta is far away, on a beach, or something like it. The sun is warm on his face. He slides his fingers through the sand, letting the grains sift through them. Another hand catches his, olive-skinned. Gray eyes meet blue. Peeta reaches for her.
Peeta does not know it is a dream as his arm slides around a stranger’s waist in real life. In his sleep, he whispers her name.]
Katniss...
[…]
What the hell??
[ooc: Peeta is pink. Faye is blue. Backdated to morning of the 11th. <3]
Peeta does not know it is a dream as his arm slides around a stranger’s waist in real life. In his sleep, he whispers her name.]
Katniss...
[…]
What the hell??
[ooc: Peeta is pink. Faye is blue. Backdated to morning of the 11th. <3]