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Jul. 3rd, 2006 12:33 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
mollyprewett.livejournal.com[[OOM: Now that Cain is well and has his memory back, he and Molly can make plans to return to her world to tie up loose ends.]]
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Jul. 2nd, 2006 01:21 pmwalker-cain.livejournal.com[OOM: Memoryplot: Finale - Cain wakes up, and Molly is there to meet him, and is surprised by his revelation.]
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Jul. 2nd, 2006 09:26 amwalker-cain.livejournal.com[OOM: Somewhere in his mindscape, Cain comes face to face with himself and has to make a choice.]
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Jun. 30th, 2006 11:27 pmwalker-cain.livejournal.com[OOM: Cain's mind wrestles with pain and despair.]
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Jun. 30th, 2006 06:18 amwalker-cain.livejournal.com[OOM: Cain's body fights for life in the infirmary, but his mind is far, far, away.]
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May. 15th, 2006 05:07 pmwalker-cain.livejournal.com[OOM: Cain, using some guides from his diaries, takes Molly on a day trip to a spa in his world. Warnings for Schmoop and implied sexual activity.]
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May. 14th, 2006 08:30 pmmollyprewett.livejournal.comMolly is barefoot as she pads down the stairs. She had told Cain where she was going, but wasn't sure he'd really heard her... he'd been immersed in a book, and had made one of those "mmmhmmm" noises that could mean anything.
But craving for tea and biscuits cannot be denied, so she orders a tray from Bar, and finds a table within view of the stairs. If he should happen to notice her missing, he'll be able to find her easily enough.
She nibbles an oatmeal biscuit as sits and people watches. Maybe she's watching you?
But craving for tea and biscuits cannot be denied, so she orders a tray from Bar, and finds a table within view of the stairs. If he should happen to notice her missing, he'll be able to find her easily enough.
She nibbles an oatmeal biscuit as sits and people watches. Maybe she's watching you?
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May. 10th, 2006 10:56 amwalker-cain.livejournal.comGetting up early, Cain slipped downstairs earlier, leaving a note for Molly and settling at a booth to watch the crowd. he is still unused to, and uncomfortably with, the large number of people that are always here, but he wants to try to get more used to it.
So, Cain, beer, booth, pensive expression.
So, Cain, beer, booth, pensive expression.
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May. 8th, 2006 11:23 pmwalker-cain.livejournal.com[OOM: Discoveries - In which Cain finds out about a previous memory loss and the news isnt good.]
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May. 7th, 2006 06:04 pmmollyprewett.livejournal.comAfter this, Molly and Cain come down the stairs hand in hand, both of them beaming happily at each other.
They choose a table near the bar and order dinner from a waitrat, and settle in for a pleasant evening.
[[OOC: Keep in mind that Cain has lost his memory, so if your pup hasn’t been reintroduced, to him, they won’t be recognized.]]
They choose a table near the bar and order dinner from a waitrat, and settle in for a pleasant evening.
[[OOC: Keep in mind that Cain has lost his memory, so if your pup hasn’t been reintroduced, to him, they won’t be recognized.]]
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May. 5th, 2006 08:05 amwalker-cain.livejournal.com[OOM: A Day in the Life: Millitimed to yesterday - Molly tells Cain about his journals, as well as about his former life and they go walking. Later, he reads some of the entries and they talk, then snuggle. Rated s for Schmoop.]
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May. 4th, 2006 07:39 pmmollyprewett.livejournal.comMolly and Cain come down the stairs refreshed after an afternoon nap. They are holding hands and seem at ease, but Molly is keeping a careful eye out for anyone who might be paying Cain undo attention.
They choose a table with a good view of the rest of the bar, and order some dinner.
Feel free to come and chat!
[[ooc: remember that Cain as lost his memory, and will not remember your pup unless he has been reintroduced since his accident.]]
They choose a table with a good view of the rest of the bar, and order some dinner.
Feel free to come and chat!
[[ooc: remember that Cain as lost his memory, and will not remember your pup unless he has been reintroduced since his accident.]]
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May. 3rd, 2006 09:08 ammollyprewett.livejournal.com[[OOM: Molly makes a discovery in Cain’s room that changes things. Then, after a long night’s sleep, Cain discovers a pressing problem, that Molly is called upon to solve. (Warning: Second thread is rated for cuteness, and explicit sexual material.)]]
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May. 2nd, 2006 02:45 pmwalker-cain.livejournal.comCain walks unsteadily downstairs, eying everyone in the room, or seeming to. He is still very confused by all that is going on, but growing stronger every day and more steady in his own right.
At his side, arm through his, is Molly, her eyes swinging from the crowd to him regularly.
They make their way to a table and order tea from a wait rat. When Cain settles in, Molly settles beside him and he grins at her.
At his side, arm through his, is Molly, her eyes swinging from the crowd to him regularly.
They make their way to a table and order tea from a wait rat. When Cain settles in, Molly settles beside him and he grins at her.
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May. 1st, 2006 08:01 ammollyprewett.livejournal.comMolly and Cain had had an interesting night, and had woken this morning a little awkwardly, but relatively well rested.
They made their way down to the bar, and Molly was relieved to find it in working order again, so that they could at least get Cain a change of clothes. She watched in bemusement as he shrugged off the hospital gown right there beside the Bar and, put on a shirt and trousers.
She might have suggested that he go to the men’s toilet to change, but he seemed to not want to be separated from her sight. She simply shrugged, since he wasn’t naked at any point, and ordered them breakfast.
Taking their plates, and leaving him to follow with a tea tray, she got them settled at a table.
[[ooc: Cain and Molly are both available for threading, feel free to approach one or both of them. Just keep in mind that Cain will not remember your pup.]]
They made their way down to the bar, and Molly was relieved to find it in working order again, so that they could at least get Cain a change of clothes. She watched in bemusement as he shrugged off the hospital gown right there beside the Bar and, put on a shirt and trousers.
She might have suggested that he go to the men’s toilet to change, but he seemed to not want to be separated from her sight. She simply shrugged, since he wasn’t naked at any point, and ordered them breakfast.
Taking their plates, and leaving him to follow with a tea tray, she got them settled at a table.
[[ooc: Cain and Molly are both available for threading, feel free to approach one or both of them. Just keep in mind that Cain will not remember your pup.]]
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Apr. 30th, 2006 07:36 pmwalker-cain.livejournal.com{{OOM: After his fall and being found and taken to the Infirmary, Cain wakes to Hank McCoy and Molly Prewett at his side. And they are all in for a shock. Later, Molly shows him to her room to sleep. And sometime in then night, they both wake, and talk some more, before sleep claims them again. Warnings for Weirdness, nakedness, and possibly touchy mental subjects.}}
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Apr. 30th, 2006 02:46 pmmollyprewett.livejournal.comMolly goes to the bar with her note, and tries in vain to get the bar to accept it. When she finally sees the notice saying that the bar is not working at present, she tacks it to the notice board and returns quickly to the infirmary.
[[ooc: anyone who sees the security note, and knows Cain or Molly can go and talk to Molly, but Cain is unconcious, and unavailable for threading.]]
[[ooc: anyone who sees the security note, and knows Cain or Molly can go and talk to Molly, but Cain is unconcious, and unavailable for threading.]]
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Apr. 30th, 2006 10:09 ammollyprewett.livejournal.com[[OOM: Molly’s Lament ]]
Molly comes down the stairs in the bar and pauses to look around.
No sign of either Cain or Bruce. One she wants to see more than anything, and the other she knows she will have to face, eventually.
She considers getting a cup of tea or some breakfast, but her stomach vetoes that idea, despite the fact that she hasn’t eaten in a couple of days. She bypasses the bar and goes straight out into the gardens. Some physical labor is just what she needs to occupy her, and keep her from thinking too much or too deeply.
She takes her tools out of the shed, and prepares to start turning the compost pile when she hears it: A strange sound coming from the direction of some thorny bushes up against the side of the building. It might simply be Bulbasaur, or even Teyfera spying on her, too shy to come out, but the past couple of days have taught her caution, if nothing else.
She approaches cautiously, cursing her broken wand, and approaches the bushes. She’s got a pitchfork gripped tightly in her hands, and she pauses when she hears the sound again, mentally analyzing it. It sounded like a groan. She hurries, then, and lets out an ear-piercing shriek at what she finds.
Cain. Lying bloody, with his limbs at odd angles, tangled half in a thorny bush, and barely recognizable under the bruising and swelling. The giveaway is the mark on his forehead, and Molly’s tears come then, to see it. She tosses the pitchfork aside, and runs to the back door, wrenches it open, and shouts at the top of her lungs:
“Somebody HELP! I need a healer out here NOW!”
She doesn’t wait. She goes to kneel beside him, tears leaking from her eyes. How long has he been laying out here like this? Who would have done this to him?
Molly comes down the stairs in the bar and pauses to look around.
No sign of either Cain or Bruce. One she wants to see more than anything, and the other she knows she will have to face, eventually.
She considers getting a cup of tea or some breakfast, but her stomach vetoes that idea, despite the fact that she hasn’t eaten in a couple of days. She bypasses the bar and goes straight out into the gardens. Some physical labor is just what she needs to occupy her, and keep her from thinking too much or too deeply.
She takes her tools out of the shed, and prepares to start turning the compost pile when she hears it: A strange sound coming from the direction of some thorny bushes up against the side of the building. It might simply be Bulbasaur, or even Teyfera spying on her, too shy to come out, but the past couple of days have taught her caution, if nothing else.
She approaches cautiously, cursing her broken wand, and approaches the bushes. She’s got a pitchfork gripped tightly in her hands, and she pauses when she hears the sound again, mentally analyzing it. It sounded like a groan. She hurries, then, and lets out an ear-piercing shriek at what she finds.
Cain. Lying bloody, with his limbs at odd angles, tangled half in a thorny bush, and barely recognizable under the bruising and swelling. The giveaway is the mark on his forehead, and Molly’s tears come then, to see it. She tosses the pitchfork aside, and runs to the back door, wrenches it open, and shouts at the top of her lungs:
“Somebody HELP! I need a healer out here NOW!”
She doesn’t wait. She goes to kneel beside him, tears leaking from her eyes. How long has he been laying out here like this? Who would have done this to him?
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Apr. 29th, 2006 05:02 pmwalker-cain.livejournal.com[[OOM: The Long Fall - Tired, faced with growing uncertainty and doubtm, unsure of what to do and what to be, Cain contemplates suicide... and then has the decision taken from his hands. Warning for Woe and character near-death.]]
