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 Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 6:38 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 8:16 am
The Christmas Party Invite response & RP
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 11:46 am
[ PRP - PICKUP :: RING AROUND THE BIRDIE ]|| I'm convinced I've never seen beauty like you before || WHO: Harrison, Zeke, Tatiana
WHEN: March 2nd, 1600
WHERE: LAB 305
WEATHER: Crisp and cool; sunny but the snow that's on the ground isn't going anywhere just yet
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 11:47 am
“This might be a problem” Harrison Troxel examined, looking out the large glass doors of the Lab. Zeke had since popped into the office to make an office call- on the clock and all that. Especially since they had gone over their allotted appointment time, Harrison completely understood the pressing matters of playing catch up. Tatiana, a name as she had a design in selecting, floated lower than he. The top of her midnight blue hair shrouded in the most interesting galactic display on a veil, came far below his clavicle. At six foot two- he was used to this.
“What would be a problem,” Tatiana’s accented and tinkling voice requested as she moved large violet eyes to regard him, neck craning. Instinctively Troxel placed a palm against her shoulder, aiding in her balance. She was still very wobbly, “These are locked?”
A henna tinted hand pointed towards the doorway and Troxel shook his head no with a small chuckle. He pulled out his blackberry, unlocking it and maneuvered to the weather page. A few TAFS and METARS pinged on his screen but were easily closed out of. He pointed to the large number on the map of Gambino.
“It’s March here and spring hasn’t really started yet? You see this? That’s the temperature outside and our bodies- or at least mine-likes to stay at 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit.” The pilot let the frei take his PDA in her delicate fingers. Her brow knitted as she squinted at the screen and looked outside. It was oddly barren too. Trees looked to be twigs and sticks and the entire world looked a bit void of color. She blew air through her lips and handed the PDA back to Harrison before nodding.
“Yes, that is a bit of a difference isn’t it,” She regarded her attire, the silk of her top and bright red color brought her a smile. She liked the vibrancy she had selected, “It won’t be comfortable?”
“Well. Not to be rude but you’re just hatched—“ Harrison was cut off by a bit of a tempered look.
“I did not come from an egg, Harrison. I came from a tube.”The hamsa almost huffed.
“Sorry, Tatiana. It’s a turn of phrase. It means you’re new. I am just hatched as a civilian? You’re literally a newborn. I didn’t mean any offense.” He said apologetically yet maintained firmness in his explanation. No ward of his was going to have too thin of skin. He gently rubbed his fingers down her shoulder to counteract the steadfast tone.
“It is not a problem,” She brushed away his concern, dropping the subject from her mind and sighed a gentle breath before regarding the outdoors again. She leaned into his warm palm and gave a small smile, “ ‘Just hatched’? “
“Yeah, you’re brand new,” The man developed a smile before taking off his fleece, holding it out for the frei, “And I want to keep you warm and comfortable. The wings though… They’re kinda another obstacle aren’t they?”
The pilot thought for a moment, watching his Raevan bounce like a buoy in calm water. Her eyes were wide, face soft yet inquisitive. He had an idea, quickly moving over to the desk and grabbing a pair of scissors. The fleece was issued at work- they always had excess especially in his size. He didn’t mind sacrificing his jacket to keep her warm. Without a second thought he eyeballed wing locations and cut two slits. Tatiana’s slim arms slid into the sleeves with minimal difficulty, bangles sounding as she situated the jacket over her shoulders, slipping her wings through the slots with Troxel’s help. The pilot then circled her front and zipped the jacket up for her.
“Snug as a bug, yeah?” He smiled and aided in the freeing of her braid, “Zeke was right though, you are very gorgeous and unique. I’m very happy to have this opportunity with you.”
Tatiana grinned, holding the fleece tight around her shoulders and flicked her wings in a testing measure, “I’m excited too. You’re taking me to a home now?”
“Well, it’s your home. You already have your own room, a bed, there’s a new toothbrush and I even got some travel shampoo that’s not…well I don’t have that much hair so I kind of just use a weird all in combo body wash.”
Tatiana considered skin and hair and squinted at that as the two were greeted with a frost tinted breeze when the door opened before them. She curled tighter in her jacket and moved closer to Harrison’s side. “That doesn’t sound effective.”
“Neither does a travel sized shampoo and conditioner when we look at your hair,” He said, brow furrowed and he sighed. It’d have to do for the next 24 hours. He only assumed the whole birthing experience- new senses to sensory overload; the Hamsa didn’t stand a chance against oncoming exhaustion. He smiled in the interim. There was a lot he wanted to do- just as excited as the frei seemed but he knew to give her some time for introspection.
“I’m assuming travel sized means small and portable,” she supplied when the silence between them stretched a bit too far for the newborn's liking. Harrison gave a small chuckle and sighed nodding his head. He opened the door and briefly puzzled her 'sitting in the seat' - however the self sufficient frei all but floated in and tucked her ribbon neatly under the dash.
"Yeah," He supplied as he took the buckle and tried not to think about how the lap belt was suspended over Tatiana's ribbon, "You've got quite the head of hair- it looks nice though. Don't take that as a negative."
Tatiana smiled, gently picking her braid up and admiring the flecks of light playing in the midnight blue color. Like tiny stars, she thought to herself. It was odd- these first few hours of life. She was unfamiliar about so many things. She couldn't tell you if she had moles, freckles, the exact color of her eyes without looking at them. However, as soon as aspects of her came to view- she understood. It was a fact, and nothing shocking. Suddenly the car was in motion. She glanced up in shock, pressing finger to the glace.
"Don't worry," Tatiana said as she watched the parking lot move from view.
The frei looked over at her guardian and observed his features. The lines around his eyes and dusting of freckles dusting his cheeks, nose, forehead. She spied his hands and saw some specks forming there too. She followed the line of her guardian's neck, the dimple of an adams apple and collarbone. All normal. Then stopped at his waist. A waist, legs- things she didn't have yet.
The drive home was filled with chatter, Harrison took to explaining exactly what she will encounter upon arriving at the house. Her house too now. Then there was the complication of dinner.
"What exactly do you eat?" Harrison asked as the barreled down a tree and field lined road. She was a bit in awe of the colors gracing the sky so her answer was absent as she craned her head to peer out the window.
"I don't know," She offered absently, the beads on her veil jingled and tapped against the glass of the window, she breathed out a quiet noise before jumping alert at their turn down Harrison Troxel's long driveway. The sounds of barking dogs reached her ears and she immediately cowered further into her seat.
"Hey! Hey it's okay, they're my dogs," Harrison said, laughter light on his voice but still comforting.
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 5:46 pm
Tatiana cannot sleep, Troxel sleeps on medication but there is this drunkard awake.
Cam and Tatiana have a very weird conversation
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 5:57 pm
Ok- How are babies made…. does not apply to Raevans.
do I want Doucette in this one? Since she’s yenno.. Preggo with Troxels baby >>
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 5:58 pm
[ ORP :: CRAB BOIL ]|| So this is what it feels like || WHO: Harrison, Camille and Tatiana attend the Frei's first lab event!
WHEN: March 15th
WHERE: Lab 305
WEATHER: Warmer with the definite cling of spring
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 4:50 pm
Troxel takes Tatiana on a fishing trip- the lake she was born in.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 5:40 am
“QUI ÇA DIT--!”
Who the ******** was he kidding. Camille laughed, loudly, fist moving to press against his mouth quickly before he drew unneeded attention to himself. It was bad enough he was calling Mordekai in the evening, alone, in the sunroom, with the lights off. Like he in a moderately tactical environment. The newborn Raevan was peering over Harrison’s shoulder as he haphazardly attempted an eggplant fry. After all, Tatiana would eventually have a stomach.
“Allo?” Cam responded, snickering and looking over at Trigger. The old German shepherd wouldn’t let Cam’s outburst go without an audience. The former flight medic merely met the older canine’s eyes and made a face.
“Hi!” – how did he have that much energy?
“Hi y’self…” He replied with a mild amount of coy in his voice. Coy? Smart, Cam. Smart.
“Qui ca vit, mistuh? How you been?”
“Pas mal, pas mal,” He gave a tiny snort and couldn’t hold back the rush of flush to his cheeks nor the obnoxious grin, “E’vous?”
“Haha-- eh, ca va, cain' complain-- why the call, man? y'need somethin'?”
"Well.... uh' h'was wonderin' how y'fel' abou' bars?" Cam scrunched his face- feeling completely off his game, because god dammit cam, you have more class than this. He winced almost at his terrible attempt to continue the banter. He was actually on pins and needles. Mordekai laughed on the other end of the line causing Cam to give a slight pout.
“Bars? don't mind 'em, gone to 'em a lot-- why, y'callin me 'bout pub crawlin'?”
Cam took a breath and leaned forward, hand moving to grab at the papers before him.
"No'... Qui'e? H'mean h' think? H'm good t' go on dis bu' H'm thinkin' of startin' one up?”
“Ah!! wow, really? where at?”
"'S par' of a building' between Barton' an' Gambino,” Cam started, absently patting the couch next to him- inviting the older dog to join him, “Small city like. No' far from Trox, yenno th'pilo'? Lookin' for a partnu' in crime actually?"
"Between Barton an' Gambino! Yeah, I can see one there, ain't so much of 'em out in that area, either-- yeah-- oh--! Y'are, then?"
" Y-yeah. H'kinda wanted another Coonass wid me on dis one, yenno? An' we's a rare breed and all.... So. H'though' ‘hey. Mordekai- he like booze an' we share similar histories an' can catch t'eachotha's idiosyncrasies’,” Again he held a breath and glanced at the dog now climbing up onto the couch cushion, “Wanna go in on dis wid me?"
"Hah-- man-- yeah, wow! Y'know I'd be more'n honored t'help y'out widdat! What kinna help you'd be needin', ah? I don't know too much 'bout runnin' a business..."
"I mean... H've got finances settled- someone's helpin' widda' .. H'guess. H'jus' need a battle buddy onnit. Someone willing' t'sink a few hours intuh it... yenno? Makesure h'don' go crazy,” He paused then, realizing Mordekai might be too polite or too friendly to actually turn this down- had to give him an out, “Y'don' have to, jus’ someone h’had on the min-- had in mind!”
"Ah! Whosit, s'it Trox de pilo'? And-- already tol' you once I'd be more'n honored t'help you, ain't changin' my mind now-- thinkin' I can do that much for ya, yeah-- y'jes' gotta tell me times an' details, ye'know. Y'caught me right when I got home, though, lemme find somethin' to write on..."
Cam let out a barking laugh at the prospect of Harrison loaning him or aiding him in anything financial. Not that the guy wasn’t a good man! Not that he wasn’t helpful. Cam had already made his bed with spending all his money on alcohol that he kind of had to lay in it on the Trox front. That and the added complication of an expanding family complicated life a bit more.
"Oh heem? Trox, yenno th'pilo... He's uh. Well movin' an' h'ain' invited t'freeload once he finds a new place... So- gettin' kicked ou'... Sam Green. Irish guy- Tall, dark and kind enough t'go in. His property actually tha' we'll be loanin' er... Rentin'? Has two apar'men's above it. One could' be an office or somethi--"
He paused, getting ahead of himself, "Eithuh way, nice guy. Thinkin' we can se' up a lunch a' th'property? Go ovuh forms an' paperwork? Uhh.. Noon thirty or so?"
"Wh-- he's kickin' you out? Hey, y'gonna be good?" Mordekai sounded legitimately concerned for a moment but managed to not skip a beat with Cam’s rambling mind, "Sam Green, got it, aaah... ahh, y'gonna live above th'bar, got it-- oh! Yeah, course! Ah-- y'good for sam'di this week? Dimanch? Y'got somewheres in mind t'meet?"
"Ouais.... Ouais, ouais-- Morde-..." Cam gave another laugh and shook his head, hands digging into the fur of Trigger’s mane, "I'm good. Promise. We can mee' a' the property or yer farm or wherever..."
"'Ey, if y'sure, I won' pry-- hmm... oke, oke, yeah-- how's 'bout meetin' at the property, then? It'd be nice t'check it out!"
"Too easy... y'wanna be picked up?"
"'Ey, ain't bad when things're easy-- oh--" Mordekai’s laugh was becoming an addictive sound,
"Yeah, if y'could, short on change righ' now an' all's I got's a bike wid me..."
"Sam'd offuh'd so... Tha' shouldn' be a problem. Wai’, bicycle? Y'gotta crotch rocket?"
"Great! Ah--" the fellow Cajun’s words were cut off and overcome by deep, hard and heavy laughter "Oh, ******** no, cain' ever afford a ********' cr-- NO-- s'jes' a reg'lar bicycle, ye'know, real good f'the mornin' commute--"
" Oh! H' I... Yes... Yenno. Tha' makes sense? Really hard time picturin' it tho" Laughing himself, smacking his forehead. Either way, both pedal bike and crotch rocket bikes were very off limit things in his life now.
"Ha-Maybe I should save up f'one an' start wearin' a leather jacket ag'in so th'bar looks young an' fresh? Well, nah, you'll be there, won't be an issue-- jes in case, y'got an address t'the property fo' me?"
That was uncalled for. Cam paused while Mordekai described his beastly alter-ego. Needless to say, it was an attractive image- pupils dilating more in the darkened room and his mouth slackening, "h'coul'see 't.... ' h’mean… “
Cam started laughing, shaking head and queried brow, cheeks very red,"H'll be there.... uh.. yeah.. Sure.. It's 105 Emry Road? Big tall red brick thang... "
"105 Emry Road, got it-- eh-- E-m-r-i-e? Guessin' it's still in Barton since it don't reach past th'ferry?"
"I uh... Yeah no i's closuh t'barton'" Still flushed and pushed slightly off his center, scrunching his face, oop- spelling miscommunication-" Oh! Nonon... c'est un 'y' E-M-R-Y"
"Oh! Ouai, ouai, goddit--" crosses out what he has to rewrite it, then taps his pen a few times looking at the name, then nods "Sorry 'bout that, got it now-- y'wan' me t'bring anythin' sam'di come, then?"
"Hey-- " tiny breath, as he furrowed brows slightly more, "Ain' nothin' t'apologize fer, y'hear? ...d'accord... An' aighhh'... H'mean... "
Cam struggled, rubbing his cheek, feeling the stubble. Trigger lifted his head at the loss of Cam’s petting hand " I'm bringin' some lef' ovuh Gumbolaya? F'everyone- h'mean... Y'wanna bring some beer? Or bread?"
"Y-yeah, hah, if y'say so-- oh! Wow, damn, Camille gonna be treatin' us, then! I'll bring both an' think 'bout what else... y'got a hankerin' for anythin'?"
Cam snorted and looked sideways at the open file of finances, titles, drafts... everything and glanced back towards his phone before smiling and cheekily saying "You… duh."
Mordekai snickered, "Really, now? Don't think 'm that delectable a lunch entree, ye'know--"
"Comin' from a strictly gay man, y'kinda are~" Cam cleared his throat and licked his lips, squinting at the papers before him- taking a beat and then breathing out "wha' shoul' we name it?"
"Y'flatter me, Camille!" there was a hum and a coy attitude brought to the older man’s voice, "Th'name 'Boudreaux an' Thibodeaux Run a Bar' too long for ya? Lemme think on it a bit... whatchu got already?"
Cam took that moment and laughed. Sincerely, deep from his stomach and so hard that he had to hunch forward.
"Uhhhmmm~ h'go' Swamp Watuh... An' Cou Rouge... H'was also jus' thinkin' of somethin' cuttin' edge an' modern like... Roostuh or... Charlie Mike... H've go' no Innovation... "
He took deep breaths, honestly not having felt that much elation since they found a Batman costume on the FARP while deployed.
"Holy--" another laugh "Whatchu talkin' 'bout, those're all brilliant! Damn! Y'really bringin' in th'feelin' of home, ye'know? Sure th'few coonasses 'round here're gonna 'preciate that. Gonna write down any if I can even think of any, still, but ye'know, don't 'spect nothin' too clever... oh! For lunch-- y'a fan of brochette?”
Cam dropped his voice, mocking a very upset tone and bringing a slight lilt of false disappointment in his murmur, “********' ha'e brochette...”
"Aww! Dammit-- I'll have t'think more on that too, then-- dirty rice outta the question? Cornbread?"
Cam rolled his eyes, right over Mordekai’s head. Grand.
"H'm kiddin’, y'coonass." He stretched, leaning backwards while lifting prosthetic-less stump in the air, considering it, "h'ain' go' no hate f' brochette... H'm sure h'll love anythin' y'make..."
"Wh-- y'cain' fool widda couyon like that over the phone!"
Apparently not, Camille mused. However a smile stayed firmly planted on his face.
"Mmm, well, don't be too sure-- but maybe I'll have t'make all three things t'test the waters, ah?" there was a pause, Cam assumed because Mordekai needed to make note of something… was it creepy to imagine the other man at a tiny desk in Duncan’s kitchen somewhere? Probably…
"'Ey, though, speakin' of, I gotta make some supper f'Duncan, ye'know the ol' guy, so I'll catch y'Saturday, yeah?"
He had just gotten comfortable in his phone chatting spot with warm fuzzy beast keeping him company. Camille blinked, looking back towards the stack of papers on the coffee table.
"I mean... we can also think on wha' food we're gonna or no' gonna sell-- an' yeah," He sounded a little strained- reluctant to hang up… Oh well- like a bandaid, "Yea okay... Y'take care now."
"I'll try t'think 'bout that an' catch ya on the phone befo' our meetin', then! Yeah-- a plus tard, Camille! Have a good rest of the evenin'!"
"Ouais.. Plus plus~ Bye bye"
Cam gave a sigh and pulled the phone away. It was warm- the conversation having lasted a while. He looked up and nearly jumped, seeing Troxel leaning in the doorway regarding him.
“I don’t think I’ve heard you that giggly since you were a specialist,” The pilot said, moving to pass Cam a non alcoholic beer…. What was he, pregnant? The Cajun merely looked up at the man, face red and rolled his eyes.
“Mordekai’s agreed t’meet abou’ everythin’… H’m excited,” he said hurriedly.
“Yer twitterpated,” Harrison said with a smirk and shook his head, standing upright, “That can’t be good. We’ve got to put an end to that one before you hurt yourself. Oh! And Tatiana’s bringing dinner to the table now~”
Cam glared at the older man, leaning down and resting against the German shepherd. He wasn’t all that hungry anymore.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 5:41 am
What are you doing where are you going?
Camille takes Tatiana to the bar and they get REAL
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 5:45 am
[ PRP :: What Ales You? ]|| I need a new start || WHO: Camille, Mordekai
WHEN: Late April
WHERE: What Ales You ground breaking site
WEATHER: Sunny afternoon
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 5:45 am
Probably shouldn't hurt this much?
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 5:48 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 5:49 am
What are his night terrors?
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 5:52 am
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