Coruscant- Thursday night

Jul. 17th, 2025 08:08 am
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While Jaina was more than happy to spend this much time in Fandom (a fact her teenage self wouldn't have ever believed), it was also killing her to be sitting around doing nothing. So they'd celebrated the boys' birthday- after a fire drill- and the next day Jaina had gone home.

There were leads on the cell that they believed was after the family, but she was under very strict orders to not pursue the lead so she didn't throw them off.

Instead, Jaina was on Coruscant, being very visible. She'd so far managed to escape having bodyguards, she'd made a point to be seen with family members, and while she still wasn't the Jedi's favorite person, they had offered help that she'd denied. Politely. Here she was, an open target, all alone and vulnerable, just begging for someone to try and kill her. Maybe they could catch someone. Maybe they could get more information. Maybe.

It wasn't happening. As far as anyone could tell, the cell was making no movement towards her, and she seemed to be in no real danger. It was sort of disappointing, if she was being honest. Disappointing and unsettling. She'd had a feeling they weren't after her, and she had no idea why.

She was staying in the hotel quarters that Jag had been using as his Coruscant home base since his Head of State days, After another day of not having her life threatened, she headed back to said quarters, where she sat on the too-hard sofa and sent a message off to Jag to see if it was a good time to call the kids, since she didn't like how empty it felt in here.

One more day. Then it was time to head back and let the pros do their jobs.

[Can be open for calls or texts!]

Lucifer's Penthouse, Wednesday Night

Jul. 16th, 2025 10:10 pm
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - serious but side-eye)
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You know what was odd?

When a man you'd personally stashed in a sort of... self-invented afterlife while you tried to sort him out... wasn't there anymore when you went to check on him. Lucifer had searched the very bowels of Hell, but there'd been no sign of Dan.

So he'd gone up to the Silver City. Nothing there, either.

He burst back into the club about an hour after he'd told Duke and Octavia he'd be back. Pushed past the crowd, to the elevator, and-- his phone was ringing.

"Detective," he said, raising the phone to his ear as the elevator doors closed behind him. "I will pop back down soon and I will find him. I promise you."

[[ expecting two, and will be taken and adapted from Lucifer season 6 episode 3, 'Yabba Dabba Do Me'. ]]
hasaknightjob: Marc looking over his shoulder (Marc looking up)
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Probably said something when even Marc knew there needed to be a conversation. He didn't want a conversation, but fate hadn't been interested in asking him.

(Okay he could've avoided it by, yanno, not. But he wasn't. Whether that meant anything was something Marc wasn't examining too closely.)

Marc texted Harley to see if she was around and up for a visit. Since she was, Marc grabbed them some breakfast and headed over. The door to the store was unlocked and it was early enough that Remy wasn't likely around - Marc didn't see him at least, maybe the guy was good at hiding - so Marc locked the door behind him and headed upstairs.

"Hey," he called when he was close enough to Harley's apartment he could be heard without shouting.

[For the apartment dwelling person. Store and Remy modded with permission.]
grenadesandohana: (x daemon: kailani catcalling)
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Steve had been living his Best Otter Life for the last week. He was eating fish! He was playing on the beach! He was collecting the best rocks for Charlie, Grace, and Danny (some of those people were more grateful about the rocks than others)! He was...okay, he was stealing tourists' surfboards and surfing on them and not giving them back and that might be a little bit of acting out and also got him onto the news, but he was an otter and did not believe in consequences!

Otter life was so much better than medically dismissed, pity promoted, ex-Navy life! Steve was happy to stay an otter forever!

...Steve was now a naked human in the Pacific Ocean.

"Fuck a duck."
imafuturist: (well that sucks)
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Tony was regretting the number of dogs he'd ended up with here. Mostly because he was presently covered in them as he tried to go through work emails. Tried was the key word there because they were being needy and competitive for the attention he could provide.

"Steve, you can turn back any moment now," he just sighed as he was up to his neck in fur.

It'd be so nice if things worked that way, wouldn't it?

[for the husband!]

Monday evening: 43 Unicorn

Jul. 14th, 2025 12:55 pm
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Nell had spent a very long day at Soulwood on Sunday, working the land and setting out everything that needed to be take care of. Today, before and after work, she'd done more planting and digging here, which meant that by the end of the day she was amazingly grateful that there was a hot tub she could sink into to ease her tired muscles and joints.

Yes, it might be ridiculously hot outside and yes, she'd be grateful to be back inside in the air conditioning afterwards, but for right now she was content. Though she'd be much more content once Gladio got home.
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After being dragged out of bed at an ungodly hour for, of all things, a kraken drill, Steven and Watts had collapsed back into bed to get what scant sleep they could before heading out to their synagogue yesterday, where as soon as someone's keen eye had spotted the matching rings on their fingers, there had been much catching up and congratulations, even though all Watts personally wanted to do was go home and sleep. Which did happen eventually, but it meant that his usual Saturday routine was something of a wash.

So he was doing it today, instead. After coming home from a thoroughly enjoyable brunch, Watts headed to the kitchen to bake some cookies, and then the library to sit down at his piano and get some practice in before dinner.
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RageFest had only been a few days for Summer at this point, but she was already having a blast. And she hadn't even debuted her jello yet! That was for next week, when things were really going to amp up, but, boy, things were off to a great start. She'd already....well, things were all sort of a blur, and she hadn't really been spending a whole lot of time at the townhouse. But last night, there was this whole fire show that went horribly wrong (or, depending on who you asked, gloriously right), and she, like so many others in the crowd, fled the scene in a hurry, lest they all get caught in the far more personal than intended pyrotechnics. In the rush, she ended up all but colliding with some guy, which was pretty irritating until she actually got a look at this absolute stud, and then, well, one thing led to another, especially once he told her he could read mind, and she made him prove it by thinking the most depraved, dirtiest things at him, and she didn't even need to say a word after that.

And with Liliana and Ignis still back at Fandom? Perfect. She might not have had to say a word, but she still had plenty of noise to make.

So imagine her surprise when she, eventually woke up, threw on a shirt and bounced down the stairs to find Ignis in her...err, their....kitchen.

She stared for a moment, thinking maybe if she didn't move...

"Hello, Summer."

"Dammit. How are you so good at that?"

"Well, to your credit, anyone could have been fooled by such a graceful gazelle of a descent."

Summer stuck here tongue out at Ignis (was that a flash of something metal on her tongue? Maybe. She'd like to see him hear that!), gave a little finger-waggling wave over to Liliana, and immediately moved over to the coffee pot. She didn't need the caffeine, though, to instantly perk up with bright enthusiasm. "But that's perfect, actually! You being here! Now you can make us some breakfast."

A brow lifted. "Us?"

Somehow, Ignis didn't think Summer was referring to brunching with her esteemed hosts.

"Yeaaaaah." And what Ignis could hear now for certain was the grin in it. "I might've brought someone home last night? I mean, I'm probably going to try and ditch him with the Izzet later because there's word of a secret Dimir pop-up club tonight, so I guess that's like....a speakeasy but with drugs and Russian roulette, although I guess they call it Dimiri blackjack or something, IDK....and he's really fucking cute, like, Ignis. Adorable. But he'll definitely just cramp my style. Either way, he should be down in a moment, he's just up there rocking a piss, so I hope you have a lot of eggs, because my guy is gonna need that protein replenishment."

The intake of Ignis' breath seemed to be taking into account a lot of things, but, in that moment, the only one he was going to address was going to Liliana.

"Remind me again," he requested, "why we thought this was a good idea?"

But if you thought he wasn't already pulling out more ingredients to double the portions of the meal he was in the middle of making, then you clearly didn't know Ignis. But that did remind him of another issue.

"And please, Summer," he said, "tell me you're going to be doing something with all this jello stuff soon, because there's barely any room to work in here with all your paraphernalia everywhere."

"Don't sweat it, my dude," Summer waved a hand dismissively, but she did swoop in to start moving some of her things to a place less in his way, and, in her defense, she wasn't expecting them, if she had she might have already taken care of it. "I'm launching officially next week. I wanna hit up the Gruul with it first, after I totally kick some ass--ooooh, actually, I wonder if I'll have time to whip something up for tonight, that could be a good way to get some whispers already stirring around town..."

Dammit, Ignis! Making her think this early (ish) in the morning day afternoon! But she might be able to pull it off...

[[ for thems that are there, anyone who might want to get in touch, and nfb for distance! ]]

MCA Laundry room- Wednesday evening

Jul. 9th, 2025 01:26 pm
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Rey had already needed to do laundry before being drenched in various goos, so after she'd showered and changed she took everything to the laundry room. It started okay, but when she came back to get it after the wash cycle, everything was soaked, and it hadn't run the whole way through. This time it didn't start okay, and she was stuck with heavy clothes she didn't know what to do with.

Maybe she should text Danny and see if she could take this thing apart.

Just wait till she remembered she'd just purged her closet.


[Am I posting from experience? Yes. Open!]
hasaknightjob: Steven and Marc talking via mirror (Both talking to themselves)
[personal profile] hasaknightjob
Steven and Llewellyn did have to come home eventually. It wasn't their intent to stay away too long regardless. Only to have a few days to themselves to celebrate being a newly married couple.

When they got home there were some of the usual things. Checking to be sure everything was all right, apologizing to Raphael for going on holiday without him. Sharing the good news ("Raphael, your dads are married!").

But there was, of course, one person who needed to be told before anyone else in their lives heard it. So, once they had a moment to breathe, Steven closed himself off in his and Llewellyn's bedroom, stood in front of the full length mirror, and silently asked Marc to join. A personal conversation in more ways than one )

Marc patted the mirror, then headed to go find Watts.

[NFB. For the friend and husband.]

Outside MHA #4, Tuesday morning

Jul. 8th, 2025 10:06 am
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Summer was leaving. Stark wasn't really ready for that but he was as ready as he could be. And she'd told him before and he had a chance to say goodbye (and some other things that might need to be said) and it wasn't the same as any other time and he was going to remind himself of that as often as necessary.

So they were going to go to brunch, this morning, before she left. Before he want and played paintball without her and started to try to adjust to this latest shift in their dynamic.

So he was here, knocking on her door as he'd done so many times before. It was the same and it was very different and he was going to try his best not to be weird about it.


[For she who lives there...until later today anyway *sob*]
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - fondness is in the eyes)
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Lucifer had still not ascended to the heavenly Throne. Oddly enough, there was always just one more thing. Usually a case, like the death of that poor drag queen, or Amenadiel's struggles accepting the reality of the LAPD, or-- well, just things, in general.

One would think that the state of Lucifer this evening - sitting down, sipping whiskey, looking out the window - would have been a regular thing for him, but frankly, it hadn't quite been. All that frantic running about. Solving cases, running night clubs, consoling siblings... In fact, he'd only sat down about five minutes ago, and he was only bothering to take off his Louboutins right now, as an afterthought.

Ah, well.

"I should buy more Häagen-Dazs," he mused to the room at large. "I didn't even realize we were out."

[[ expecting one, but open to the other as well ]]

OOC: Shenanigans sign up!

Jul. 6th, 2025 09:56 am
solo_sword: (satisfied)
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Pinch hitter this week!
hasaknightjob: Steven in suit (Steven in suit)
[personal profile] hasaknightjob
Deciding to elope had answered so many problems. But it did not remove the need for hurried preparation.

Fortunately the staff at their hotel were old hands at quickly throwing events together. Eloping, omg! )

Once the ceremony was all done there was a daze of thanking everyone, making sure everything that needed to be taken care of was taken care of, and then heading back to their hotel.

For their honeymoon.

It was probably going to take a while for both Watts and Steven to get used to that.

[preplayed with the amazing [personal profile] pocketpretzels, NFB, NFI except for the husband, because we can write that now so we're GONNA. Ahem.]
grenadesandohana: (x daemon: kailani gonna fuck you up)
[personal profile] grenadesandohana
It was time for Danny and Steve's six-week check-up at Tripler, and Steve was desperately hoping to be told he was allowed to go back to his regular exercise routine (which he'd done already, but details). He was less thrilled that after the check-up he had to turn his active duty military ID in and swap it for a retiree one.

Retirees were old. Vietnam vets. Maybe Korea. Not him, okay, he wasn't even 40. He was so busy stewing about the indignity of it all that he didn't notice his long-legged righteous-but-leaving-Danny-behind stride had turned much shorter.

Shorter and furrier.

Because he was an otter.

[OOC: For the partner!]
imafuturist: (sometimes I'm hopeful)
[personal profile] imafuturist
Well, they had a plan to go looking for another dog because they were definitely becoming That Couple. But also, they had the space and the inclination for it. So. Dog.

And that was the plan, but the island would clearly have other things in mind.

"We'll take my car, right?" Tony asked like it was any better for a dog than Steve's motorcycle. It was only in the vaguest sense better.

[for him!]
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