ANANAS COMOSUS;

and now my heart stumbles on things I don't know

Thu, 03 Dec 2015 03:41:32 GMT

Posted by: unconfines

( my weakness I feel I must finally show )

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OPEN RP POST

Sun, 26 Jul 2015 17:42:18 GMT

Posted by: scientivity

OPEN RP POST

It's summer and I've decided to start fresh, so have a bright and shiny new open RP post for all your Pi-related needs! Here are the rules (such as they are):

→ HERE IS A MUSELIST. HIT IT, Y'ALL. PICK ONE.
→ PROMPT ME. THIS CAN BE LITERALLY ANYTHING. WORDS, SONGS, PICTURES, MOVING PICTURES, W/E. WE GOT THIS.
→ PROFIT??
→ POST IS ALWAYS OPEN, NO ONE IS EVER LATE
→ NOW IN THE RIGHT PLACE

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'cause you're hot then you're cold

Sun, 08 Feb 2015 05:49:09 GMT

Posted by: unconfines

( yeah you pms like a bitch I would know )

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OPEN POST

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 06:59:19 GMT

Posted by: workaphilic

SHERLOCK HOLMES
→ bbc sherlock
→ paradisa

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OPEN POST

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 06:58:09 GMT

Posted by: fantasies

HENRY MILLS
→ once upon a time
→ paradisa

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OPEN POST

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 06:57:06 GMT

Posted by: arranges

GUINEVERE
→ merlin
→ homeless

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OPEN POST

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 06:54:03 GMT

Posted by: whatevsies

LYDIA BENNET
→ the lizzie bennet diaries
→ homeless

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OPEN POST

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 06:52:58 GMT

Posted by: finest

KATE BECKETT
→ castle
→ homeless

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OPEN POST

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 06:50:41 GMT

Posted by: mrsawesome

LILY ALDRIN
→ how I met your mother
→ homeless

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OPEN POST

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 06:49:28 GMT

Posted by: reunites

LLOYD IRVING
→ tales of symphonia
→ homeless

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http://paradisalogs.dreamwidth.org/53082.html#cutid1

Mon, 06 Aug 2012 07:22:35 GMT

Posted by: chastise

[Irene knows better than to push her luck, for the moment. He's given her part of the game board, but if she doesn't keep careful hold of it, he won't have any qualms taking it back. So she does nothing than more than readjust slightly, when he snakes his arms around her to continue his work.

She hums out a low, noncommittal noise]

Patience is a virtue, Mr. Holmes. There are plenty who'd pay a fine price, for something like this, and slow is rather the point.

[But it's...Well, it's the elephant in the room, isn't it?] You must have done better than that.

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Sun, 29 Jul 2012 06:28:08 GMT

Posted by: arranges

[It's been a very long morning.

A shelf had collapsed in the kitchen, one of the newer servants had left a hallway slick and dangerous after using far too much water to scrub the floor, and she still has to take the laundry downstairs. She was late to help Morgana dress two minutes ago.

So she's rushing as she turns the corner, walking too fast with a stack of laundry too high to see properly. It's really a recipe for running into someone.

Frustrated and flustered, she immediately crouches to gather up the laundry without registering who exactly it was she collided with.]

Sorry, sorry, excuse me.

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itp → BABIES

Wed, 23 May 2012 01:15:13 GMT

Posted by: workaphilic

[SUDDENLY BABIES]

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Wed, 08 Feb 2012 03:16:38 GMT

Posted by: workaphilic

[It's not what he was expecting.

Which is the beauty of it, really.

He still wants his violin, has had the opening movement of a concerto seeping into the spaces of his mind all morning and needs to get it out. (Should be good, will help him think.)

But this (she) has his attention.

He stops in the doorway and stares. And stares and stares and stares.]

No time for the laundrette?

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→ MUSE LIST

Mon, 30 Jan 2012 03:52:40 GMT

Posted by: scientivity

( Read more... )

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Sun, 29 Jan 2012 03:27:19 GMT

Posted by: workaphilic

[The lab facilities of the clinic are much nicer since the renovation. More sophisticated machines, a wider variety of resources, better organization. He can spend as much time as he likes down here, now, doing whatever pops into his mind whenever he gets bored. Which is often. Standard for him, really.

What's less clear is why he sent that clipped, terse text demanding she come down to the lab at once.

He's probably been silent for ages, just sitting at a microscope and staring and thinking and occasionally adjusting the magnification.

But then he sticks his hand out abruptly, urgently.]

Pass me a pipette.

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Thu, 22 Dec 2011 06:19:13 GMT

Posted by: reunites

[Lloyd has draped himself lengthwise over a chair -- his knees hooked over one arm and his back braced against the other. He seems to be designing something-or-other. Or, like, twenty something-or-others, going by the sheer volume of things scattered across this particular page of his sketchbook.

He must be stuck, though, because he doesn't really seem happy with any of them. He frowns at the page for a long time... and then drops his head against the arm of the chair.]

Hey, can I ask you something real quick?

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