[identity profile] nothing-of-note.livejournal.com
When: December 10, 2011
Where: New York City
Who: Owen [livejournal.com profile] genius_mind & Lyssa [livejournal.com profile] nothing_of_note
What: Lyssa hopes ice skating

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[identity profile] nothing-of-note.livejournal.com
When: December 10, 2011
Where: New York City
Who: Owen [livejournal.com profile] genius_mind & Lyssa [livejournal.com profile] nothing_of_note
What: Lyssa hopes ice skating

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[identity profile] wanker4life.livejournal.com
When: December 4, 2011
Where: New York City, Central Park
Who: Owen Harper [livejournal.com profile] wanker4life and Liz [livejournal.com profile] lizfirestarter/OTA

What:

"God, you know I kinda miss this place!" Owen's looking up at the snow that's coming down on the ground around him. It's a cold and it's a proper cold. Owen is enjoying the brief visit and he shivers. "You're enjoying this too aren't you?" He says to his son and he looks over his shoulder to see if Liz is behind him. "Not bad we're living large in the Waldorf for the weekend and you're mum gets to shop until her feet fall off."
[identity profile] wanker4life.livejournal.com
When: December 4, 2011
Where: New York City, Central Park
Who: Owen Harper [livejournal.com profile] wanker4life and Liz [livejournal.com profile] lizfirestarter/OTA

What:

"God, you know I kinda miss this place!" Owen's looking up at the snow that's coming down on the ground around him. It's a cold and it's a proper cold. Owen is enjoying the brief visit and he shivers. "You're enjoying this too aren't you?" He says to his son and he looks over his shoulder to see if Liz is behind him. "Not bad we're living large in the Waldorf for the weekend and you're mum gets to shop until her feet fall off."
bluesuit_handy: (_animal | capybara | grazing)
[personal profile] bluesuit_handy
When: During Wild Wild Life, after the problem has been solved and before it wears off
Where: New York
Who: Andrew, Märet, and whoever wants to join
What: Trying to figure out what to do until they turn humanoid again.

Andrew is having a little trouble. He's gone back to where he and the others first transformed into animals and tried to recover at least some of their clothes, but finally admitted defeat when it became clear that he would not be able to do much in the way of manipulating objects with his toes and his rodent mouth - and when he heard one of the nearby humans calling Animal Control. Now he's hiding in the shrubbery, the little blond mouse that is Märet perched on his head. He's fairly sure, at least, that there wasn't anything of particular value in either of their pockets. Now the problem is figuring out where to go. He's guessing the others went back to the HUB, but he lost track of them in all the hullabaloo, and isn't sure he'll be able to operate any of the HUB entrances even if he can make it to one without being captured by well-meaning (or not-so-well-meaning) humans on the way.

Though he doesn't really know where to go, he does start making his way away from the zoo as stealthiy as a capybara can - that is to say, not very stealthily at all. He is, after all, a hundred-pound aquatic rodent at the moment. Along the way, he keeps getting distracted by particularly nice patches of grass, so one may find him grazing in between efforts to hide.
bluesuit_handy: (_animal | capybara | grazing)
[personal profile] bluesuit_handy
When: During Wild Wild Life, after the problem has been solved and before it wears off
Where: New York
Who: Andrew, Märet, and whoever wants to join
What: Trying to figure out what to do until they turn humanoid again.

Andrew is having a little trouble. He's gone back to where he and the others first transformed into animals and tried to recover at least some of their clothes, but finally admitted defeat when it became clear that he would not be able to do much in the way of manipulating objects with his toes and his rodent mouth - and when he heard one of the nearby humans calling Animal Control. Now he's hiding in the shrubbery, the little blond mouse that is Märet perched on his head. He's fairly sure, at least, that there wasn't anything of particular value in either of their pockets. Now the problem is figuring out where to go. He's guessing the others went back to the HUB, but he lost track of them in all the hullabaloo, and isn't sure he'll be able to operate any of the HUB entrances even if he can make it to one without being captured by well-meaning (or not-so-well-meaning) humans on the way.

Though he doesn't really know where to go, he does start making his way away from the zoo as stealthiy as a capybara can - that is to say, not very stealthily at all. He is, after all, a hundred-pound aquatic rodent at the moment. Along the way, he keeps getting distracted by particularly nice patches of grass, so one may find him grazing in between efforts to hide.
iwasforgiven: (bad toys; big guns; bfg; gun; hero; dash)
[personal profile] iwasforgiven
When: Four Days After Trial.
Where: Jack's Shooting Range in the Bronx
Who: Gwen [livejournal.com profile] redtrainers, Liz [livejournal.com profile] lizfirestarter and Alisa [livejournal.com profile] enigmassweet

What: Jack is going to let the three female members of his staff blow off a bit of steam and a few 'alien' cars. He's broken out the heavy artillery, treated for pizza and hot dogs to go with heavy machine guns and one rocket grenade launcher.

"Okay, Liz you're not going to name your first born 'Uzi'." Jack teases, as he places the guns, all of them Earth bound guns on the tailgate of the SUV. "I know all of you are trained on how to use these but a bit of out doors practice doesn't hurt anyone."
iwasforgiven: (bad toys; big guns; bfg; gun; hero; dash)
[personal profile] iwasforgiven
When: Four Days After Trial.
Where: Jack's Shooting Range in the Bronx
Who: Gwen [livejournal.com profile] redtrainers, Liz [livejournal.com profile] lizfirestarter and Alisa [livejournal.com profile] enigmassweet

What: Jack is going to let the three female members of his staff blow off a bit of steam and a few 'alien' cars. He's broken out the heavy artillery, treated for pizza and hot dogs to go with heavy machine guns and one rocket grenade launcher.

"Okay, Liz you're not going to name your first born 'Uzi'." Jack teases, as he places the guns, all of them Earth bound guns on the tailgate of the SUV. "I know all of you are trained on how to use these but a bit of out doors practice doesn't hurt anyone."
[identity profile] open-flame.livejournal.com
Liz is having one of those days where all the technology she touches wants to put up a fight, no matter how simple it should be to use.
[identity profile] open-flame.livejournal.com
Liz is having one of those days where all the technology she touches wants to put up a fight, no matter how simple it should be to use.
[identity profile] open-flame.livejournal.com
Liz is trying to be positive. She's trying to remain calm and in a decent mood in spite of being hormonal and not being able to smoke...

It's not easy considering if she gets pissed off she could level a building. Right now, she'd trying not to flip out because Owen's dog is attempting to make a snack out of her cat.
[identity profile] open-flame.livejournal.com
Liz is trying to be positive. She's trying to remain calm and in a decent mood in spite of being hormonal and not being able to smoke...

It's not easy considering if she gets pissed off she could level a building. Right now, she'd trying not to flip out because Owen's dog is attempting to make a snack out of her cat.

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