MCA #1- Saturday evening

Saturday, March 21st, 2026 09:23 am
thatwaslucky: (yes that)
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Rey could cook just fine. It wasn't ever fancy or anything, but it was perfectly serviceable food that you'd be perfectly fine eating. However, when you had basically a domestic god for a boyfriend, it would be dumb to not have him teach you a few things.

"I'll warn you, I have probably only the basics of equipment here," she said as she looked through a cabinet. "But I do have them."

And if they needed anything she didn't have, they'd make it work.


[For the guy from that thing.]
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St. Patrick's Day had come and gone, and being an Englishwoman of a certain vintage Lydia didn't understand all the hullabaloo at all, but she was hardly one to not embrace a theme! So today the Supper Club would be meeting at The James Joyce, while Lydia wondered who James and Joyce were.

Welcome to Supper Club, everyone!

The beach, Isla San Pedro, Chile, Wednesday morning

Wednesday, March 18th, 2026 11:04 am
betterthanaplan: (all my shirts look like this)
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Duke had promised Lucifer he'd build them a cabana on the beach. Duke had renovated the Cape Rouge on his own, and had no doubts of his ability to build something that didn't even have to float.

Duke was learning that boat interiors and land exteriors did not actually share all that much in common.

Currently, he was looking concerned at the pile of lumber he'd ordered. He had tools and hardware, he had wood, he just didn't have any idea how to put them together just yet.

"C'mon, YouTube," he said, staring at his phone. "Help me out here."

[for the two who are here with him, if they wanna]

Room 223, Tuesday Afternoon

Tuesday, March 17th, 2026 03:44 pm
not_a_haint: (caleb is caleb)
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The Devil's Cradle tended to get a lot of secondhand books and magazines, and a certain regular contributor to Uncanny and the like had been the subject of some discussion among those who enjoyed that genre.

So Caleb had an inkling of how problematic the man was, but Arden's radio broadcast had him morbidly curious.

He did a quick search on his phone.

"Oh for-"

Swearing wasn't exactly encouraged in his upbringing but this came dang close to getting an f-bomb out of him.

Outside MCA #-4, Monday Morning

Monday, March 16th, 2026 08:16 am
weirderthanthou: (jesse - browsing files)
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Someone had been doing some routine check-up in the records department - it was in the basement, it qualified as a department - and someone had found out that someone else may not have shared some crucial information about dates.

Specifically, his birthday.

If only I'd checked a week earlier, I could've made it in time.

Still. The best time to do this might have been last week, but the second-best time was now. And so Jesse showed up on Bucky's doorstep with a gift-wrapped package under a shoulder and a strawberry plant in a little pot with artificial light in her other hand.

She knocked.

[[ for that guy ]]

Thuringia, Germany - Friday Evening

Friday, March 13th, 2026 06:59 pm
imafuturist: (smile)
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So, the fifth wedding anniversary gift was wood. And Tony was Tony, so that was a bit of a struggle for him. That was, until he got an idea. Yes, the sort of idea that would have Pepper popping some antacids, but still.

They had the chalet and that was all well and good, but this was a special occasion!

So, he bought a castle.

For Steve. Without warning him ahead of time as he swept Steve off island to celebrate their big day with promises of a surprise.

"They did mention that we could dig a moat if we really wanted the castle vibes."

Sorry, Steve.

[for the husband]

Galactical Point, Friday afternoon

Friday, March 13th, 2026 04:29 pm
not_a_haint: (usin dem spookies)
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It was chilly again but Caleb needed some outdoor brooding time. He thought about going to the woods for this but his feet took him out to the edge of the water. He stood there for a bit looking out at the bay, then he let his vision shift, taking in the magic in his periphery, but mostly the presence of the life, and the death teeming out beneath the water's surface.

He had a decision to make and he was afraid that Fandom might make it for him.

content warning: child death, child endangerment, violence, trauma repression )

[Open, but he's got dem spooky senses turned on]

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