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Mar. 6th, 2015 09:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
darksister[OOM: Ahsoka makes a few, last arrangements before joining Asajj to leave Coruscant behind...for now.]
Mar. 6th, 2015
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i_am_your_host[ OOM: Millitimed to...a while ago -
The Master of Ceremonies meets Eric upon his return and doesn't quite keep his feelings to himself...
...but they go upstairs anyway, to talk, and have sex, and shower, and sleep, and have a lot more sex, just to reestablish that feelings are definitely not a part of this equation.
Warnings: 300+ tags omgwtf, blood-drinking, sex, oral sex, rough sex, lazy sex, denial, repressed feelings. ]
The Master of Ceremonies meets Eric upon his return and doesn't quite keep his feelings to himself...
...but they go upstairs anyway, to talk, and have sex, and shower, and sleep, and have a lot more sex, just to reestablish that feelings are definitely not a part of this equation.
Warnings: 300+ tags omgwtf, blood-drinking, sex, oral sex, rough sex, lazy sex, denial, repressed feelings. ]
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Mar. 6th, 2015 09:40 pmbasic_powersThere's the steady beat of punching sounds and strings of beautifully pronounced foreign vocabulary coming from the Gym, which generally means one of the more combat-oriented people is working the bag. Especially with the sort of vocabulary he's using, including a little bit of something that sounds like Klingon gargling.
Except it's Beauford, who generally would cook the frustration away with enough meals for an army and a few cocktails to boot. There isn't much beauty to it, a sort of rough kick-boxing, getting in lots of hits, but not a lot of force.
Except it's Beauford, who generally would cook the frustration away with enough meals for an army and a few cocktails to boot. There isn't much beauty to it, a sort of rough kick-boxing, getting in lots of hits, but not a lot of force.
Viking Happy Hour!
Mar. 6th, 2015 10:26 pmbigarmy_strangepantsWhen Ragnar walks up to the bar tonight, a little yellow napkin pops up.
"I can't read your writing!" he protests.
Another napkin pops up, this time with a drawing on it.
"I can pour mead," Ragnar concedes. He jumps over the bar, and goes find what he needs.
He sets up a jug of mead and a number of horn cups for whoever wants a drink.
"I can't read your writing!" he protests.
Another napkin pops up, this time with a drawing on it.
"I can pour mead," Ragnar concedes. He jumps over the bar, and goes find what he needs.
He sets up a jug of mead and a number of horn cups for whoever wants a drink.
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Mar. 6th, 2015 11:01 pmguppy_sandhu[oom: Knowing which way to look. Warnings for medical stuff for babies.]
It's been a rough couple of days.
Gil went into surgery again today; at very least that went well, and Guppy is now in one corner of the bar, trying not to fret, taking a break from sitting next to his cot.
One of the waitrats has brought some sandwiches and keeps prodding his arm, but he's mostly staring through his iPad.
It's been a rough couple of days.
Gil went into surgery again today; at very least that went well, and Guppy is now in one corner of the bar, trying not to fret, taking a break from sitting next to his cot.
One of the waitrats has brought some sandwiches and keeps prodding his arm, but he's mostly staring through his iPad.
