Nov. 8th, 2011

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Who: Martha Jones and Severus Snape (Jack Jones)
What: Running into the wife when she doesn't remember who he is. Yay angst.
Where: The inn.
When: TBD.
Notes: Martha's going to remember... eventually.
Warnings: Angst.
Through my eyes stare into me, I wear my heart for all to see. )
goodeintentions: ({ Sarcastic serious.)
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Who:[livejournal.com profile] inkstainedsword and [livejournal.com profile] gunsnotvoodoo
What: Cartoons, food, drunken commiserating about mutual jealousy and past crisis-of-faiths. Attempts to fly via piggybackriding and airstairs.
Where: Some bar in north Griss Twist that has a TV and a nice kitchen, it probably needs a name by now.
When: Tonight, 8th of Maryden
Notes: An open dual-drunktexting post is very likely to come later, trolling will be welcome!
Warnings: Alcohol usage, probably talk of depression and violence (maybe not just the cartoon kind), warnings will be updated if needed.
Everything is both a good joke and a bad joke. )
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Who: Angela and You. YES, YOU!
What: Come be drawn like one of her French girls.
Where: A street corner a few blocks away from the inn.
When: Early Misdi afternoon
Warnings: The warning is... it's Angela.

she picked the colors from the air... )
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Who: Bruce Wayne Tom and you.
What: Creeping out from the fringes and the shadows, investigating the city through a closer lens.
Where: Various areas in Baedal, mostly the central districts, and along the river.
When: Coardi (Wednesday), or any day this week after that, I'm easy.
Notes: OPEN LIKE AN OPEN THING. I want your cr and I want your revenge, tag in under whatever scenario your dark heart desires.
new note: if you'd like to start a new thread please come up with a new setting on another day, Coardi has hit critical mass of things Mr Hermit BatCrab would put up with before vanishing back into the shadows. :E
Warnings: TBA. (Swearing? Not much else.)

Bruce doesn't want to admit it at first, but after he gets a decent night's sleep and has a real conversation with someone, he feels a lot better. It took him an hour of silent reflection on Hasi's little balcony to come to terms with having felt awful to begin with - it's not being here, it's everything else, being here is a strange misstep but it isn't enough to throw him, not really - and to accept that attempting to remain a ghost in the machine wasn't an acceptable plan of action. For a whole armful of reasons. Also on that balcony, struck by the view at night, with oddly-powered lights set into strange buildings like scattered candles and gems, Baedal reminded him of Baku, maybe Lahore, and the inoffensive memories chided at him from quiet corners about his aseptic behavior.

join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. drink all your passion and be a disgrace. close both eyes to see with the other eye. )

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