(no subject)

[hot_water]

[OOM: I see a red door and I want it painted black

In which Tahno thinks about his recent conquests. Also shameless room porn.]

oom - upstairs

[lazy_but_loyal]

[OOM: Millitimed to immediately after Eric and Pam arrive, in which the assistance of a certain SHIELD agent/cute biochemist is required.

{Warnings for blood drinking and chocolate pudding licking. Not at the same time, of course.}]

(no subject)

[inspector_blueeyes]

OOM - David finally musters up the courage to ask Emcee a favour.

Result gets... well, slightly messed up. But Emcee is very good at dealing with the messed up ones.

{Warnings for sex and allusions to David having a messed up past.}

(no subject)

[herr_bookman]

A scientific experiment of the highest order is in progress. One which includes raspberry fudge, brie and crackers, and several different wines. Autor plans to get tipsy today, and he'll do it in style.

He'll also do it with help. Autor endures light ribbing by Sunshine, who has promised to stay with him and make sure he doesn't do anything foolish while even slightly inebriated--a serious concern of his, especially with a sprained ankle. She's keeping to tea today, just in case.

Autor raises a glass, his cheeks already tingling. He swirls the wine, as he has seen done before. Then he holds it up to his nose and takes a deep breath. "Ah, yes. This clean, buttery wine has a heady bouquet with oak notes, and a spicy aroma of vanilla and currant," he says, and takes a sip. "Sadly, it is broad--it has a full body aroma, but lacks any finesse to its taste."

Rae grins, sipping her tea. "Try harder not to sound like you memorized the book, Autor."

[OOC: Two pups, two muns! All threads will come after Rae and Autor's, when the boy is already tipsy.]

(no subject)

[heatherandsteel]

OOM:
So trust me; believe me
When I say I'll take care.
I can't come the whole way;
I'll meet you halfway there.

Cartography by Seanan McGuire

Tiny tag: Quentin (October Daye)
(OOC: When dawn hits, Alanna and Quentin find someone to tell some of their truths to.)

(no subject)

[is_the_motion]

So apparently... quite a few people injured themselves at the disco. And Bonnie, supplier of the pretty coloured drinks cannot help but feel a teensy bit guilty about it.

So she has spent her weekend baking, and presents a large box of pies to the bar, before pinning a sign on the notice board.

Thanks to everyone who attended the disco for making it such a great night.
I gather a number of people were injured. If this applies to you, please collect your compensatory pie from the bar.
(Unless you are allergic to pie.)
Bonnie
xx


The pies come in a choice of pumpkin, apple, or plum.

Bonnie herself settles down at the bar, with a hot spiced cider drink.