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suitably_heroic) wrote2025-11-20 07:07 pm
suitably_heroic) wrote2025-11-20 07:07 pm
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Lydia Bennet (mustbeawitch) wrote2025-11-20 09:01 am
mustbeawitch) wrote2025-11-20 09:01 amEntry tags:
Pho Pasteur, Catonsville, Maryland, Thursday Evening
Autumn was shading into winter, when the daylight looked pale and sickly and it seemed to hurt the sun to rise for a few hours and a girl's thoughts naturally turned to wool. And soup.
This latter inclination had led Lydia to select Pho Pasteur for tonight's Supper Club. She was debating whether or not to get tripe. She hadn't had tripe in ever such a long time.
Welcome to Supper Club, everyone! Lydia did hope you found the place all right.
This latter inclination had led Lydia to select Pho Pasteur for tonight's Supper Club. She was debating whether or not to get tripe. She hadn't had tripe in ever such a long time.
Welcome to Supper Club, everyone! Lydia did hope you found the place all right.
Rey Skywalker (thatwaslucky) wrote2025-11-18 06:23 am
thatwaslucky) wrote2025-11-18 06:23 amMCA #1- Tuesday morning
It wasn't Rey's first time turning little, but it was the first time since she'd found everything out about herself, and today was… a lot. Not bad. But a lot. She was in such a different place now, and she wasn't used to that mindset anymore, which had made the change back feel a little jarring. And she missed her parents.
It didn't help that she still had to undo some things from the weekend. For instance, her tiny self had gotten into the huge pantry and put together a little go bag in case it was needed, and now her adult self got to put it all back. At the same time, it was a shame it wasn't a bigger project to keep her occupied. She'd go slow.
[For one!]
It didn't help that she still had to undo some things from the weekend. For instance, her tiny self had gotten into the huge pantry and put together a little go bag in case it was needed, and now her adult self got to put it all back. At the same time, it was a shame it wasn't a bigger project to keep her occupied. She'd go slow.
[For one!]
Liliana Vess (deathsmajesty) wrote2025-11-18 09:05 am
deathsmajesty) wrote2025-11-18 09:05 amA Slowly Deflating Bouncy Castle Behind the Creepy Mansion, Tuesday Morning
Lili had decided that she really wanted to sleep in the bouncy castle last night. Why? That was a question that even the child she'd been would have been hard-pressed to answer. Which meant that the woman who woke up in the aforementioned bouncy castle (now, significantly less bouncy and also significantly more deflated), had even less of an understanding how and why she'd gotten here. Truazly, a philosophical conundrum for later, after she'd managed to solve the immediate mysteries upon waking of why her bed was so much less comfortable than it should be, and then figuring out where she was, and and then also freed herself from the collapsing nightmare of nylon and plastic.
Possibly much, much, much later, considering how hard it would fight to keep her in it.
Fortunately, the conundrum of 'rot my way free' vs 'but this is a rental was still several minutes in her future. (And also not particularly much of a conundrum. Like Liliana would care.)
[Mostly establishy, but open to anybody interested in the most shrug emoji of schedule as I travel home today.]
Possibly much, much, much later, considering how hard it would fight to keep her in it.
Fortunately, the conundrum of 'rot my way free' vs 'but this is a rental was still several minutes in her future. (And also not particularly much of a conundrum. Like Liliana would care.)
[Mostly establishy, but open to anybody interested in the most shrug emoji of schedule as I travel home today.]
Steve Rogers (heroic_jawline) wrote2025-11-16 05:50 pm
heroic_jawline) wrote2025-11-16 05:50 pmStark Tower, The Same Size But Feels Bigger When You're Tiny [Saturday night]
Well, it wasn't like Steve could blame Mr. Jarvis for how he'd blocked off the kitchen and the elevators to him and Tony--not after Tony had tried to disable the security measures with a screwdriver and a sledgehammer. (Steve didn't even know how to use a sledgehammer. Tony was a very impressive kid.) And it was kind of reassuring how that blaring alarm went off when he was about to eat something he was allergic to (he didn't even know what soy was), but.
But.
But Tony had gotten really into this pillow fort. It had stairs inside it, and space for all the dogs! And a kitchen! Steve had definitely not helped enough with this.
"Are you sure there's nothing I can do?" he asked.
But.
But Tony had gotten really into this pillow fort. It had stairs inside it, and space for all the dogs! And a kitchen! Steve had definitely not helped enough with this.
"Are you sure there's nothing I can do?" he asked.
Duke Crocker (betterthanaplan) wrote2025-11-15 01:12 pm
betterthanaplan) wrote2025-11-15 01:12 pmLucifer’s mansion, Saturday night
It was date night. All three of them date night, in fact, which they hadn’t done formally in an age. Thankfully, they’d all woken up their normal selves. So, tasked with decorating, Duke went all out, on every floor. The kitchen and living room he went for a light touch, adding minimal accents of live flowers in strategic locations and copious candles. They supplemented the dimmed light in the kitchen area, so there was enough light to cook by as needed, but were the sole illumination in the living room.
Upstairs in the hall leading to and then into the master bedroom, he went old school bohemian. Layered handmade rugs and paper lanterns, with plush throws in contrasting colors and patterns across the furniture. Anywhere they’d land would be at least minimally padded for bare backsides or hands and knees, or whatever positions they landed in.
The basement pool he let a bit of his nautical side creep back in, sans netting. Instead, it was done up like a cozy poolside in the Caribbean, with potted palms — and solar fairy lights illuminating the garden view.
He was pretty proud of the result, even while wondering how quickly they’d get distracted by each other and never even wander to a second location.
[for the partners, potentially going NSFW. Very slowly. ;D]
Upstairs in the hall leading to and then into the master bedroom, he went old school bohemian. Layered handmade rugs and paper lanterns, with plush throws in contrasting colors and patterns across the furniture. Anywhere they’d land would be at least minimally padded for bare backsides or hands and knees, or whatever positions they landed in.
The basement pool he let a bit of his nautical side creep back in, sans netting. Instead, it was done up like a cozy poolside in the Caribbean, with potted palms — and solar fairy lights illuminating the garden view.
He was pretty proud of the result, even while wondering how quickly they’d get distracted by each other and never even wander to a second location.
[for the partners, potentially going NSFW. Very slowly. ;D]
Llewellyn Watts (pocketpretzels) wrote2025-11-15 10:16 am
pocketpretzels) wrote2025-11-15 10:16 amMidnight Manor Private Residence, Saturday Morning
At some point during the night, a restless Watts had woken up, scrawled a quick note for Steven that let him know he was heading downstairs to make a cup of tea, and then gone to do just that.
Due to the magic of Fandom, he'd never actually made it all the way back upstairs, and so it was a tiny Llewellyn fast asleep on the couch in the library, arms curled around an equally fast asleep Raphael that morning.
Due to the magic of Fandom, he'd never actually made it all the way back upstairs, and so it was a tiny Llewellyn fast asleep on the couch in the library, arms curled around an equally fast asleep Raphael that morning.
Ignis Scientia (chef_chocobro) wrote2025-11-15 04:50 am
chef_chocobro) wrote2025-11-15 04:50 amThe Now-Familiar and Age-Appropriately Creepy Mansion in the Woods; Saturday [11/15].
Invitations may have been sent out by one Ignis earlier that week, but this Ignis was not aware of such a thing. All this Ignis, significantly younger and somehow more serious than that Ignis, really knew was that he was here again in this now familiar mansion, waking up mysteriously once more beside a girl who had somehow become very near and dear to him as a friend, on the weekend before her birthday. Clearly, he needed to take advantage of that, and decided that he wanted to throw her a party. After all, they had all this space in the mansion, a glorious ballroom, and a very capable zombie...helper (he recoiled at the application of a word like servant, for very personal reasons)...so why not?
So new invitations for roughly the same occasion were being sent out, not nearly so fancy as the ones that had landed in mailboxes earlier that week, but still written carefully and studiously with a steady and serious hand, and his best attempts at drawings of birthday balloons and a birthday cake.
And, as it so happened, by some magic he didn't think to question, just like he didn't question his sudden appearance in this now-familiar mansion, it seemed that the ground works for a party had already been laid out for him, making the task of a single day to put it together much less insurmountable. Truly, serendipitous, that the catered food had already been ordered, that entertainers were arriving throughout the day, that a new chandelier was being installed that very day! Of course, these things were all a bit....different upon arrival than the ones that had been originally ordered: the food was all scrumptious but decidedly kid friendly, in its various pizza and nugget forms, the fine wine took the form of the fanciest juice boxes one ever did see, and the chandelier in question was actually a giant piñata that hung over the room in anticipation of being bashed open in the celebration to revel many delicious treats inside.
Not only that, there was a spooky bouncy castle, the musicians original hired were instead performers of magic and puppetry to delight any child guest, and instead of the poker tournament that had been planned, there were kid-like games set up of Pin the Feathers on the Chocobo, a beanbag toss, limbo, and the like.
And, of course, just out in the garden, pony rides.
Everything (hopefully!) that a girl would want for her birthday party, while the boy who planned it was a little stunned at how easily it had all come together. Almost as if something more than him had managed to get it all nicely set up for him, and all he had to do was bring it all together.
[[OCD is, of course, incoming! Party open to one and all! ]]
So new invitations for roughly the same occasion were being sent out, not nearly so fancy as the ones that had landed in mailboxes earlier that week, but still written carefully and studiously with a steady and serious hand, and his best attempts at drawings of birthday balloons and a birthday cake.
And, as it so happened, by some magic he didn't think to question, just like he didn't question his sudden appearance in this now-familiar mansion, it seemed that the ground works for a party had already been laid out for him, making the task of a single day to put it together much less insurmountable. Truly, serendipitous, that the catered food had already been ordered, that entertainers were arriving throughout the day, that a new chandelier was being installed that very day! Of course, these things were all a bit....different upon arrival than the ones that had been originally ordered: the food was all scrumptious but decidedly kid friendly, in its various pizza and nugget forms, the fine wine took the form of the fanciest juice boxes one ever did see, and the chandelier in question was actually a giant piñata that hung over the room in anticipation of being bashed open in the celebration to revel many delicious treats inside.
Not only that, there was a spooky bouncy castle, the musicians original hired were instead performers of magic and puppetry to delight any child guest, and instead of the poker tournament that had been planned, there were kid-like games set up of Pin the Feathers on the Chocobo, a beanbag toss, limbo, and the like.
And, of course, just out in the garden, pony rides.
Everything (hopefully!) that a girl would want for her birthday party, while the boy who planned it was a little stunned at how easily it had all come together. Almost as if something more than him had managed to get it all nicely set up for him, and all he had to do was bring it all together.
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Lydia Bennet (mustbeawitch) wrote2025-11-13 09:24 am
mustbeawitch) wrote2025-11-13 09:24 amEntry tags:
Estiatorio Plaka, Baltimore, Maryland, Thursday Evening
Lydia had had a hankering for Greek food for some reason, and had only realized upon arrival at Estiatorio Plaka that the Supper Club had been here previously.
This was why a witch needed a familiar who wasn't resident on some distant island, to keep up with this kind of thing for her.
Well. This was slightly embarrassing, since the goal of the Supper Club was to try new things, but she remembered the food being quite good, so it was probably fine. Welcome to Supper Club, everyone!
This was why a witch needed a familiar who wasn't resident on some distant island, to keep up with this kind of thing for her.
Well. This was slightly embarrassing, since the goal of the Supper Club was to try new things, but she remembered the food being quite good, so it was probably fine. Welcome to Supper Club, everyone!
Prompto Argentum (hashtag_chocobro) wrote2025-11-12 05:47 am
hashtag_chocobro) wrote2025-11-12 05:47 amA Hospital on the Mainland; Late Wednesday Morning [11/12].
It had happened earlier that morning, like a promise of all the mornings ahead where they'd be roughly pulled out of sleep by the demands of a tiny little human, but Prompto was ready, he was preparing for this since....well, all of last month, really, so getting Liz to the hospital to have their baby went....
Well, he wouldn't use the word smoothly, there was no small amount of chaos, but it did go quickly, and then once there? It was just a matter of time and a lot of anxious pacing on Prompto's part and a lot of...well...a lot more work on Liz's. And a lot of questions from Noctra that Prompto thought he'd be prepared for, but...well...there was just a lot going on, okay, interspersed with moment of waiting that made for an interesting juxtaposition.
Finally, though, he was able to send out the text announcement to friends and family that he'd been itching to send out since...well, all of last month, really:
Welcome to the world
Trevor Corleonis Argentum!!!
He, of course, included loads of pictures of the wrinkly little boy, especially with his proud mama and very uncertain looking big sister, and mentioned how everything had gone really well, hospital room information if anyone wanted to swing by with well-wishes or whatever else, and then he was going to be completely over the moon over this new additional bright light in their lives.
[[ definitely open for visits, responses, whatever else! ]]
Well, he wouldn't use the word smoothly, there was no small amount of chaos, but it did go quickly, and then once there? It was just a matter of time and a lot of anxious pacing on Prompto's part and a lot of...well...a lot more work on Liz's. And a lot of questions from Noctra that Prompto thought he'd be prepared for, but...well...there was just a lot going on, okay, interspersed with moment of waiting that made for an interesting juxtaposition.
Finally, though, he was able to send out the text announcement to friends and family that he'd been itching to send out since...well, all of last month, really:
Trevor Corleonis Argentum!!!
He, of course, included loads of pictures of the wrinkly little boy, especially with his proud mama and very uncertain looking big sister, and mentioned how everything had gone really well, hospital room information if anyone wanted to swing by with well-wishes or whatever else, and then he was going to be completely over the moon over this new additional bright light in their lives.
[[ definitely open for visits, responses, whatever else! ]]
Adrian Blackwood (witchoftheflesh) wrote2025-11-08 08:30 am
witchoftheflesh) wrote2025-11-08 08:30 amBlackwood Grove, Saturday Afternoon
Adrian turned in a slow circle, examining his Grove from every angle, his brows drawing together and his shoulders slumping. The damage was...extensive. Not catastrophic, thank the Forest, but not far off, either. 'Devastated' might be about right.
Naked branches clawed at the sky. Tree trunks were withered and twisted. The grass was dried and yellow under his feet, crumbling to dust wherever he stepped. The soil was thin and powdery and several of his reservoir rocks had split or shattered. Even the air felt thin here. He laid a hand on his heart tree, the acorns all paper-thin husks scattered across the ground.
"I'm sorry," he whispered to the great oak, which seemed a little diminished under his touch. "I was a poor steward to you. You are my responsibility and I failed. I'm sorry. I'll do better, I swear. Just..." He looked around again. He wasn't even sure where to begin to fix the damage he'd caused. "Just keep going. I'll swear, you'll be strong and healthy again."
"Adrian!" A yowl as a black blur streaked from the cabin to his side. "Adrian, what happened? How did this happen? What did you do?"
Adrian looked down at the accusatory face of his familiar and winced a bit. "C'mon," he said, holding his arms out to Boston. "I'll explain inside. We've got a lot of work to do."
[Open, though Pam's thread is canonically last!]
Naked branches clawed at the sky. Tree trunks were withered and twisted. The grass was dried and yellow under his feet, crumbling to dust wherever he stepped. The soil was thin and powdery and several of his reservoir rocks had split or shattered. Even the air felt thin here. He laid a hand on his heart tree, the acorns all paper-thin husks scattered across the ground.
"I'm sorry," he whispered to the great oak, which seemed a little diminished under his touch. "I was a poor steward to you. You are my responsibility and I failed. I'm sorry. I'll do better, I swear. Just..." He looked around again. He wasn't even sure where to begin to fix the damage he'd caused. "Just keep going. I'll swear, you'll be strong and healthy again."
"Adrian!" A yowl as a black blur streaked from the cabin to his side. "Adrian, what happened? How did this happen? What did you do?"
Adrian looked down at the accusatory face of his familiar and winced a bit. "C'mon," he said, holding his arms out to Boston. "I'll explain inside. We've got a lot of work to do."
[Open, though Pam's thread is canonically last!]
Atton Rand & miscellaneous names (suitably_heroic) wrote2025-11-08 01:03 pm
suitably_heroic) wrote2025-11-08 01:03 pmEntry tags:
Jack's Dinky Apartment, Two Bridges, NYC, Saturday Afternoon-ish
Things had loosened up... slightly in the days after the tour. Being back home always helped settle Dane's nerves, and it meant both of them were out of the house and doing other stuff with other people for vast portions of the day, which also didn't hurt.
And then Jack had brought up going to Homecoming and hit a wall of That's-Fine, and boy if that didn't trigger his contrarian instincts. So now he was trying to sit on that, hanging out at the dinner table paging through a music magazine and trying to ignore the guy silently prepping for his workday in the living area.
Ugh.
You know, it's not like Dane would notice if he ran off to go to the Homecoming dance that evening and then came back before his shift ended, right? Right?
[[ expecting one, but can be open for texts/phone calls ]]
And then Jack had brought up going to Homecoming and hit a wall of That's-Fine, and boy if that didn't trigger his contrarian instincts. So now he was trying to sit on that, hanging out at the dinner table paging through a music magazine and trying to ignore the guy silently prepping for his workday in the living area.
Ugh.
You know, it's not like Dane would notice if he ran off to go to the Homecoming dance that evening and then came back before his shift ended, right? Right?
[[ expecting one, but can be open for texts/phone calls ]]