Dani :: examples

WHO: James & Lily Potter
WHERE: An empty warehouse.
WHEN: Monday, September 12; evening
SUMMARY: Their arrival! Completed log.
RATING: PGish
NOTES: credit to J.K. Rowling for the recognizable dialogue bits in the beginning!

( the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns – except in Los Angeles )

WHO: James Potter, Sirius Black, Lily Potter
WHERE: Random LA alleyway, the Weir
WHEN: September 13, 2005 (2008); afternoon
SUMMARY: Sirius arrives in Los Angeles and is reunited with James and Lily. Completed threaded play.
RATING: PG



WHO: James Potter, Sirius Black Potter
WHERE: A short distance from the Weir
WHEN: While Lily's away with Snivellus - Thursday, September 15, 2005 (2008); evening
SUMMARY: James tries to persuade Sirius it's time for a walk. When Lily's away her boys have a tendency to get in trouble. Completed threaded play.
RATING: PG

:: entry one ::
Comments here.
( images )

I think I've given up on this internet thing too soon. Muggle computers and internets can be very helpful on occasion when you're wondering what sort of sodding evil god brought you back from the dead only to put you next door to the greasy git.

:: owl one ::
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WHO: Dean Winchester, Sarah Williams
WHERE: streets of L.A. near the beach, then an internet café
WHEN: July 24th, lunchtime
SUMMARY: Dean arrives and Sarah is a good samaritan. Completed log.
RATING: PG-13 for language

( That’s fun )

WHO: Dean Winchester, Ben Braeden
WHERE: the Winchester & co house
WHEN: Thursday, January 12, 2006; late evening
SUMMARY: Dean has 'The Talk' with Ben. Completed log.
RATING: PG, or A, for adorable

( You gotta say something soon, dude, or I'm gonna tell Dad you've frozen in one place and we're gonna have to research a way to get you moving again. )

:: entry one ::
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FILTERED TO PYRAMID HEAD
So I was a very bad boy and I must be punished. I would like to request that a beautiful blonde come and punish me right now.

Let's cut the crap, you rotten bastard. You're punishing people because you're one freaky son of a bitch, not because they deserve it.

You're the guiltiest one of all. Ever look in a mirror lately?

If I were you, I'd find another city to taunt, or LA will be the place where you are salted and burned buried.

:: entry two ::
Comments here.
Seriously, Sam, WHAT THE HELL!?! Stop making your gay music play on my cell phone, stop ordering gay midget strippers in my name and stop writing things on my forehead in sharpie. Most of all, stop messing with the beer. You're NEVER going to win this one, and making me kick some midget's ass, or hearing me curse loudly enough to wake the neighbors when my lips pucker because of the beer isn't going to save you. On the bright side, when I was walking out to the truck today everyone was checking out my ass. Several people even whistled and gave me a thumbs up. Yup...I've still got it. Bet that never happens to you, college boy.

:: entry three ::
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So I have it on good authority that Dean Campbell deposited $200 in his savings account.

On the way home I bought a slice of pie for $1.25. You know, with the money in that account, he could buy 17,440 slices of pie.

Just saying.

:: text one ::
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:: text two ::
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:: phone one ::
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WHO: Mary and John Winchester
WHERE: John Winchester's truck
WHEN: November 12, 2005; early evening
SUMMARY: Mary makes it to LA. Completed threaded play.
RATING: PG-13

( It was the strangest thing in the world, how one moment there was nothing and the next...something. )

WHO: John & Mary Winchester
WHERE: Winchester & co house
WHEN: November 19, 2005; afternoon
SUMMARY: Showing Mary the new house and proof that with age doesn't always come wisdom. Completed log.
RATING: PG-ish

( It was supposed to be their home, she could almost feel it. )

:: entry one ::
Comments here.
Filtered to John, Dean, Sam, Heather, Jo, Mary, Bobby, Ben, Harry, Castiel, Ruby, Cox, Faith, SBC!Claire
We'd be honored if you were all at the house for supper on Christmas eve. Of course, you're all welcome to stay for Christmas as well if you don't have other plans, but there will be a special surprise after Christmas Eve dinner.

Filtered to Sam
Dean told me not to fawn over you too much this year, but I think he's being a grinch. Would you be opposed to wearing a pair of reindeer horns for a family picture?

Filtered to Dean
Go easy on the egg nog. There's no need to get THAT drunk this year, son.

Filtered to John
Give me one good reason why I shouldn't cover this house in mistletoe. Thank you for doing this.

:: entry two ::
Comments here.
Filtered to Sam
Hi Sam.

Filtered to Ruby
We need to talk.

:: text one ::
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:: text two ::
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:: phone one ::
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:: background ::
Scene is from a post-DH game - canon to DH in most events and information but without the deaths beyond Voldemort's.

:: scene ::
WHO: Lucius, Narcissa
WHERE: Malfoy Manor
WHEN: Thursday, 15 February, 2001; very early a.m.
SUMMARY: After their gala, Narcissa follows gifts, and her 'anonymous' Valentine, about the Manor. Completed threaded play.
RATING: PG-13 to slight R for content in the below log; was cut here as what follows had explicit adult content at the end, but was completed.

( You're still the one I run to // the one that I belong to // you're still the one I want for life // you're still the one that I love // the only one I dream of // you're still the one I kiss good night )

:: background ::
Entries from an AU "Trio"-era RPG in which Voldemort raised Harry rather than be defeated by him. In the first, he references an event thrown because he and Narcissa were surrogate "uncle" and aunt" to Harry. In the second, he references a stillborn daughter lost several years after Draco was born.

:: entry one ::
[Private to self, Narcissa may read]
Why are people so... impatient? A week ago I was looking into some clandestine business with an acquaintance of mine, and he made me a rather good offer on a Dark Arts item that I had been looking for quite a while. Because the price was so reasonable, I decided to check in to it, to make sure that it wasn't a hoax, and by the time I had confirmed that it was indeed the very item that I had been searching for for years, the bastard had allowed someone else to buy it.

To top things off, Narcissa has been so distracted with this party for Harry's birthday that I feel that I've barely gotten to see her lately. She looks perfect, all put together and it's all that I can do not to take her into some room andpullherhairdown

Hmm. This is supposed to be a journal and not a novel, or so Narcissa said when she gave this to me last Christmas. She would have killed me if she had seen the dust that has built on it since then. Still, I must admit, it is rather relaxing to write everything down.
[/Private]

[HEXED especially private to self]
I've got to start controlling my thoughts. It's embarrassing to have to scribble out illegible script in this journal because I'm thinking about my wife and the things I'd like to do to her. I'm not some adolescent boy, I'm a man!
[/Private]

:: entry two ::
[Private to self]
Narcissa thinks that I'm neglecting my journal, and, I suppose, I have been. It's rather difficult for me, just taking the time to write things down, to sit down and contemplate them rather than just acting. But something major has happened that I have to think about, there's no getting around it.

I have been keeping something secret from Narcissa, something that I fear could damage the trust that she had placed in me for twenty years. We have been through so much, Cissa and I, from her blackening my shins and that horrid proposal to us losing our little girl to all of our fights, but this, I fear, can top them all.

But I won't explain it here, not yet at least. I owe it to her to tell her face to face, she deserves that much. I just fear that I have let her down, that I can never get us back to this point again, and it scares the hell out of me.
[/Private]

So, now I've used this bloody thing. I'm not sure if it's helped, though Narcissa keeps insisting that it will. I just hope and pray that I never return to this journal in such a state that I am in today.

[Private to Narcissa]
Darling, I fear I have something of great importance to tell you. Please come up to my study at your earliest convenience.
[/Private]

[Private to Severus]
Severus...I would greatly appreciate it if you could send your strongest calming potion to me as soon as possible. I fear I may need it for Narcissa.
[/Private]