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Spring RP: The Hennessy Home
The house sits on a bluff above the sea, with a winding path down to a sandy beach leading away from the yard. It is three stories high, stucco and terracotta, and would look forbiddingly expensive were it not for the worn tire swing hanging from a tree and the flip-flops left strewn around the outdoor pool.
Inside, the house looks much the same--expensive but lived-in. A grand piano, clearly used, dominates one room. Another room has couches and chairs neatly arranged like a museum, with beat-up books and magazines filling its shelves and cupboards. It is light and airy, with huge windows, a well-stocked kitchen, and first-rate entertainment systems.
The first and second floors seem to be generalized living spaces, with the bedrooms on the third floor. The master bedroom is the only exception, and the only one that still seems in use. Multiple other rooms, especially on the third floor, look dusty and unused.
((welcome to the RP, writers! Let the games begin.))
Inside, the house looks much the same--expensive but lived-in. A grand piano, clearly used, dominates one room. Another room has couches and chairs neatly arranged like a museum, with beat-up books and magazines filling its shelves and cupboards. It is light and airy, with huge windows, a well-stocked kitchen, and first-rate entertainment systems.
The first and second floors seem to be generalized living spaces, with the bedrooms on the third floor. The master bedroom is the only exception, and the only one that still seems in use. Multiple other rooms, especially on the third floor, look dusty and unused.
((welcome to the RP, writers! Let the games begin.))
Host: Miranda Hennessy
Except her apartment door led into her parents' house.
She cursed fluently in Spanish, then kicked off her heels irritably and flopped down on one of the couches. This bloody portal thing again, for God's sake. Of course it would be today.
Host: Charlotte Hennessy
Or so they would have done had she not taken a wrong turn into... her parents' house?
Well. This was going to be interesting.
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"Nooo," came an unfamiliar voice from down the hall, followed by clopping footsteps and, "Bad kitty! Don't wander off in the strange... ooh, is that a Lalique? And It's intact? Cool. Jezebel!"
Skuld shortly stuck her head around the half-open door. And sighed. "Oh noes. I was too late to prevent the furrinating. Sorry!"
(OOC: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ren%C3%A9_Lalique )
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Jezebel gave Charlotte's hand a sniff. Then another. And finally decided in putting her own paw upon it in the manner of a dog offering a shake, albeit somewhat upside-down.
"And apparently she does that in /other/ people's houses too! Yours is totally sweet, by the way. I mean, I'm sorry for intruding, but at the same time I'm really happy I got to see. What a view!"
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Host: Jack Hennessy
For real though, first on his way to a meeting and then when he had something better to do and now literally on his way into the shower? He'd known that any door could lead to one of these damn portals, but he hadn't expected his shower door to do the same.
Good thing it was home, apparently. He bounded up the stairs and collected a towel (because, you never knew, there might be small children or people who just didn't like naked men) before bounding back downstairs to see who was around.
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Siebenkas sighed. No, he wasn't particularly surprised the hallway had decided to be it's traitorous self that morning, but couldn't it at least have sent him along his way with both shoes?
Then again.
He gave his loafer a look. The same went for the shimmering blue ocean. And the naked gentleman passing by the upstairs window when he turned to make sure there were no kaiju or Nenes bearing monster movies behind him.
Yes. Things could have been a lot worse. He had done the business with the bath towel himself before. As such, he dispatched his remaining shoe to the sedge growing along the sand line. His socks followed.
By the time the less fortunate gentleman came racing back around, he had turned up his trousers and snuggled his toes in the warm sand.
From there, he waved.
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"Hi," he said, when he got within earshot. "You look like you're enjoying the beach."
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Henri Duclos
Back in Asil 9, the hallway in the manor had been known to act strangely, which was to say deposit Henri or any one of his courtiers in places besides the expected; sometimes space stations and sometimes fantastical bars and sometimes the homes of other people in other times who may or may not have been surprised to see a bunch of well-dressed courtiers come moseying through their sitting rooms.
The beach house was a new one as far as Henri knew at the moment. Nevermind that his villa had not contained any portals or rips in spacetime as far as he knew before that moment, but he would have remembered anything near a beach. And well, he did, but that had been more of a palace and had a staff of talking snails. At the moment, he didn't even see one regular snail.
Henri shakily combed his hair back so the breeze wouldn't tangle it into his face. It took him two tries, but he did get it fastened.
He had expected he would live out his days without seeing the seashore again. If he had meant to attend meetings in town that afternoon, well, someone would excuse him. He would not let this chance pass him by sans enjoyment.
Perhaps there was a beach chair he could, ahem, borrow? But, creaking knees be damned, he resolved to at least have one little stroll along the surf.
(OOC: Henri has a form of atypical Parkinson's. While he prefers the ladies, he is an equal opportunity flirt.)
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Sand. She sniffed and gripped the handle of her cane as she walked down the path from the gate she walked through. Sand was never the friend of a person who used a cane for assistance. It wasn't long before she spotted the man on the beach and approached him warily.
"Hello," she said, her voice carrying across the distance between them. She took stock of him, like she was measuring him. Sayer did not try and hide this outright observation.
[OOC: Sayer's profile: http://flurry.dreamwidth.org/346410.html]
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Still, he was perhaps a bit lax in matters of repressing his grin.
"Good afternoon. Anyway, it appears to be afternoon and if there are any drinks to be had, I for one shall choose to believe it is after noon."
In the absence of a hat, he tipped his head.
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Lux
Someone's home, a planet and probably at least a few centuries away. The air tasted like Earth, anyway, and not the Earth of the time she'd been freed into.
She looked around, finding no indication at all as to who might have been behind the sudden portal. It wasn't Michaela's style, and Gabriel, of course, wouldn't be nearly this subtle if he actually set out to trap her. One of her other siblings...mm, perhaps, but this didn't feel like a trap.
A random rip in the fabric of reality, then. She sighed I really loathe those.
Well, might as well explore the place, see what it had to offer.
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On the other hand, her clothing was all pre-Contact. Which meant there was no way of telling how she would react to a non-human being, once she got a chance to see more than 'essentially humanoid.' Too late for a glamour, not that it would have done much more than smooth out her proportions. Lux shifted her posture as much as she could, to appear as human as she could. "I apologize," she said. "This was supposed to be my friend's office." 'Friend' was closer to accurate than 'girlfriend,' since their reunion, though still probably stretching the truth a little bit. "Apparently her door has a mind of its own."
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"Well damn," he said as he walked around the kitchen. He was barefoot, wearing nothing but a pair of athletic shorts, he'd been about to go for a run. Now he was trying to decide if he was going to get shot if someone found out that he was in their house without their leave. Ace made his way to a window and peered out, noting the beach, the pool. Somewhere warm, that was a start.
With a frown he reached into the pocket of his shorts and fished out his phone. "Siri, where am I?" he asked, pressing down on the home button and hoping that robotic little voice had an answer for him.
[OOC: Ace is a bisexual bear of a man, fairly friendly. profile: http://flurry.dreamwidth.org/346249.html]
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When Jezebel failed to answer, Skuld scooped her into her arms and provided a squeaky voiceover: "Damnit, Skuld. I'm cat. This is not my department."
Which was to say "merw" as it actually came out on Jezebel's end.
Skuld, ha having no natural protections against the adorableness that was a giant angora going "merw", squeaked and rubbed her face in Jezebel's fur. It was from this vantage she waved to Ace.
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If that was the case. Fuck. Fuck. Just how much stranger could his day get? No, wait, he never wanted to ask that question, or it would surpass his weirdness measuring system. Which was already rather vast.
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Isshiri
This one looked like someone's house, maybe; probably from someone like Daddy's family who was rich and important enough for nice things but not so rich and important they had to Impress People. He poked his head into a room full of books and then--
And then he glanced through a huge window, at what was outside,--a huge kind of water, the kind he'd only ever read about. Maybe even an ocean.
Isshiri clapped his hands in delight and scrambled over to a window to get a closer look.
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At least it wasn't a hospital this time.
Ooh, and there was another kid her age!
Ivy went over to the window and the kid her age, and pressed up against the window to see what he was looking at. "Whatcha looking at?"
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Mellir
Mellir's guards were trying to take him somewhere safe, defensible, so that Feredar wouldn't lose two kings in as many hours, but he ignored them. He needed to find Sola and Keta--he'd need their adv--no, not their advice. Well, Sola's, yes, but Keta...Keta would need to hide. And probably Tana, too, and he needed Deflati and Dila and his other children and--
"Make sure my children are safe," he ordered, doing his best to sound Regal, then dodged them with the ease of a spoiled teenager who'd spent far too much time ducking the law, heading for--
Well, it didn't quite matter where he was headed, did it. Since he certainly didn't get there.
"What in the name of all the gods...?"
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Sam adjusted his shirt one more time. He nodded when he finally got his shirt the way he wanted. He grabbed his jacket on his way to the door and walked into an unfamiliar room. He frowned as he looked at the chairs and couches. It looked like it belonged to someone with a lot of money or a faerie that liked to play tricks. He hoped it wasn't that. He didn't feel like dealing with a faerie that wanted to have a good laugh.
Sam sighed as he pulled his phone out his pocket and walked over to the nearest sofa.
He hoped it wouldn't take too long.
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"Do you happen to know where we are?" Marcel asked, his features only showing a little bit of shock as he watched the other man walk into the space, seemingly from nowhere. At the very least, he was not alone, and he appreciated that right now.
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"Sorry, I don't. I'm trying to figure it out too." Sam walked over to the guy who also came out of nowhere. Maybe a faerie wasn't behind this after all, but it had to do with something. Sam tried not to think about it too hard. He took a deep breath, taking in the ocean fresh air. Why didn't he notice this before? He was going to think about it again, if he did that it wouldn't take long before he was lost in his head.
At least he wasn't by himself. He gave a small wave and rubbed the back of his head.
"Um, nice to meet you, I-I'm Sam."
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Susie
Susie grinned as she opened the door. "Hey Albert! Albert?" She looked around at the grand piano in the room she ended up in. It wasn't Albert's office and it couldn't be the Winchester hotel since she didn't sense the normal magic that surrounded it. She frowned and floated around.
Where was she?
(OOC: For anyone new Susie is a ghost.)