Family Reunited

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Who: Lilith, Abel and Nanako
Where: Nanako's Saucy Mansion in Paris
What: Family times
Warnings: Ridiculous amounts of cute

( Bawwwww )

Dictated

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It is my birthday, today.  Thirteen years grown, my family would say.

[Will's voice sounds quiet today, with a certain sense of sadness.]

I wonder what they are doing now.  I've never tried to celebrate my birthday by myself before.

19 traps filled with pain au chocolat

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[Ray's actually really loving his Parisian life - he's got a cozy little apartment with enough space that he can have friends over if they want or need to crash, but more importantly, he has his old bookstore. or, really, as close to it as he can get, and most of the books are in French. thanks to the castle, though, he can read them all just as fluently.

the shop itself is decked out for the holidays as best as it can be amid the clutter - there's a small ceramic tree with lights in it sitting on the counter, and garlands of real holly here and there where they can be pinned or tucked. quiet, mellow New Age music (think Loreena McKennitt and Enya) drift between the stacks, and overall, if anyone wanders in, it's a very zen, calm, inviting place to be. especially if you like BOOKS.]

Well, hey, everybody, happy Yule! It's the shortest day of the year, so that means that the days are going to be getting longer from here on out. More daylight to go out and do all this fantastic sightseeing! ... I was thinking of taking a trip to the catacombs, seeing if I could get any ghost sightings in ... I mean, I've always wanted to go see them, so why not take the chance while I've got it? Does anyone want to go with me?

[Kids Filter - minus that snobby kid who thought he was better than everyone except his princess, ugh]

Also: I know we're not in the castle anymore, but that doesn't mean you can't still send letters to Santa! If you want to send them care of Ray's Occult Books, or just filter to me, I'll make sure they get to the North Pole!

[/Filter]

And oh, hey - I've got a hot plate and some tea going, if anyone wants to come stop in and say hi. Ray's Occult Books, 18 Rue de Phantomas. I'd love to hear what you're all up to!

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( Tamaki )

[After seeing sights and such the past couple days, Allen is getting down the business he truly cares about - seeing if he can find out any information on his friends, or what happened to them. Sure, this was Paradisa Paris, but it was still Timothy's hometown 110 years ago- maybe there was some historical information about him at the very least.]

[But it hasn't been very good in getting results. So far either none of the libraries have records or simply are misunderstanding him. Soon as he leaves his third one, he flips open his journal to ask]

Excuse me, but does anyone know where to go to find out if there are records on...people who've lived here in the past?

Thank you.

051

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( Friend & Crew )

[Zoe seems to be on the Champs-Elysee, window shopping. She doesn't seem to have a particular place in mind, instead is just killing her time until Xena's bar opens tonight. Every once awhile she stops in front of a dress shop, frowning a little bit at the weird runway style clothing they got going on]

Gotta say, not sure I'm seein' much appeal in these fashion choices Earth had.

[OOC: Open post for kissing and what not!]

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[If you happen to be in Cross' bar and wine shop, you're in for a treat. The usually blonde haired, silver eyed woman is now dark haired and dark eyed, leaning onto the counter with a bottle of wine in her hand. She's not paying attention to any patrons.]

I hate being human. You'd think I'd get used to it, but it's just annoying. I hate how I look. I hate how I get cold, meaning I have to wear layers and layers of clothing that I don't like. I hate having to eat, because I don't know what half of it is.

[There's a pause here as she grabs the counter for a second because whooooa the room tilted.]

I hate how I have such a small tolerance for alcohol. I think I'm drunk. Oops.

[[ooc: Open post for Cross' bar/shop :) Feel free to mingle amongst yourselves.]]

the bread hood strikes

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( bakery shop filter )

one hundred and seventy-four:

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[HAY GUISE!

At the intersection of two busy streets that many of you use daily stands a statue. It looks a little something like this:



Most of you will think it's an ordinary statue, but you'll be wrong. The Doctor, Amy, and River will know better. It's actually a Weeping Angel, a creature in the form of a human female winged angel that cannot move while being observed, but even a single blink of an eye is enough to give it time to move and attack. They like to do things such as send people to the past to live out their lives before ever being born and embed their images in your consciousness.

(Actually, the Doctor, Amy, and River will be wrong--the Angel is really Lucy Saxon, solidified into stone but still very much aware--but who's to say they'll ever get close enough to find out? :D)]

[Image yoinked from here.]

001

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[Journal]

[There’s a small doodle on the top left corner of the page, a pointless little spiral, like someone is testing the pen they’re writing with. Eventually neat evenly spaced script starts filling the page, though the handwriting is almost TOO nice, more like someone trained themselves to write this way instead of their natural style.]

I feel a little silly writing this, but there’s something about this ledger. I’ve never seen so many different conversations laid out like this before, so I can only hope that there’s something more going on here. And worse comes to worse no one will see this anyway.

My name is Flynn Scifo, and I’m not exactly sure where I am. I was in my office and must haven fallen asleep before waking up here, and any help at all would be appreciated. Thank you.

[Dictated]

[After a few moments a voice can be heard, Flynn having no idea that a notebook can record anything outside of what he writes. He sounds much more worried and much less stiff then his writing would have indicated]

Estellise is going to be upset with me if I passed out with the lamp still on. [He sighs with annoyance] This is the strangest exhaustion dream I‘ve ever had, and Ioder is going to force me into resting. Damn it…

[Action]

[Flynn is currently sitting on a bench in front of a hotel, journal on his lap. He looks very very lost, and is glaring at the pigeons like maybe they are the ones that brought him here.]

((ooc: LJ keeps eating my formatting,so forgive the awkward spacing and line breaks))

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[forgedinbattle.livejournal.com]

[Earlier Today:]

[You know, for someone from Ancient Greece, Xena seems to have adapted pretty well to a modern setting. Maybe it’s because she’s used to having very strange things thrown at her. Maybe it’s her independent spirit. Or maybe she just knows that she looks pretty damn hot in a leather jacket.

Regardless, she’s killing time by sight-seeing today. Right now she’s standing in front of the Eiffel Tower.]

I don't get the point.


[This Evening in Xena's Bar:]

[Xena is working at her own bar, as she has been the past few nights, and it should be very clear by now that she’s a hands on sort of boss. She’s walking around, doing whatever needs to be done whether it be taking orders, serving beer, or kicking out a rowdy customer. Hopefully, however, she won’t have to do many of these things because her trusty staff should be tending to them. Right?

When she’s not busy, she’ll be hanging around the bar, keeping an eye on things and talking to people. ]

[ooc: Both sections are completely open for anyone to interact. This is also a good place to get your fairy induced kisses with a Warrior Princess! :D]

They Say It's Your Birthday

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Who: Fred and Wesley
What: Fred plans an evening for Wesley on his birthday
When: Dec 22 - Dec 28, Wesley's Birthday Week
Where: Wesley's Parisian Apartment, Catacombs, Paris
Rating: PG 13 --> ? TBD by muses. Will Update as needed.

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And now she was back to the part to it not really being a decision.

It didn't take much to break into his apartment. She'd never had much trouble with locks, not when she set her mind to them. Wesley was still at work, which suited her plans perfectly. After all, if he'd been here? She might not've been allowed much further than the living room. But Wesley wasn't there. And that afforded her plenty of time to locate a handful of candles tucked under one cabinet, and to light them along the perimeters of his bedroom. Even if truthfully the lights coming from the window were far more appealing.

A bottle of wine and two glasses sat quietly on his dresser. Because it was Paris, and there was more definitely wine. Either way, her lack of deciding aside? Whatever Wesley decided, they could still spend the evening together.

Finally she settled herself -- and a familiar bit of blue fabric -- onto his bed.

And waited.