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
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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'. ]]
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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."
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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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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! ]]

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