Luke Valentine
14 February 2012 @ 10:37 am
[In what looks like an art museum, Luke stands before a portrait of a lovely woman. He raises a wine glass, containing dark red liquid, in silent toast to her.]

*feed cuts off*
 
 
Current Location: Hall of the Missing
 
 
Alexis Hargreaves
14 February 2012 @ 02:15 pm
How refreshing to see a day for couples to spend together after two curses that could have torn them apart. I'm sure the young love floating through the air will appreciate the reprieve from disaster.

However, it wouldn't be suitable to get too comfortable.

[The strike of a match can be heard.]

Some of the most popular stories are romances that end in tragedy.
 
 
Dulcie
14 February 2012 @ 05:46 pm
Happy Valentines Day, everyone! You wanna know the greatest and bestest thing about this holiday ever? Besides champagne and fancy dinner and pink stuff everywhere?

Starting tomorrow, all this candy's going on sale for half price.

[ooc: Dulcie is going around today with Valentines cards and cinnamon hearts to throw at people. Get on in here to be angel!trolled.]
 
 
Neil Perry
Today seemed like the right occasion for a poem, but it's hard to find the right poem for the occasion. After all, there aren't many things poets write about more often than love. But, I kind of like John Donne, so that's what I ended up with:

I scarce believe my love to be so pure
As I had thought it was,
Because it doth endure
Vicissitude, and season, as the grass;
Methinks I lied all winter, when I swore
My love was infinite, if spring make'it more.

But if this medicine, love, which cures all sorrow
With more, not only be no quintessence,
But mixed of all stuffs paining soul or sense,
And of the sun his active vigour borrow,
Love’s not so pure, and abstract as they use
To say, which have no mistress but their Muse ;
But as all else, being elemented too,
Love sometimes would contemplate, sometimes do.

And yet no greater, but more eminent,
Love by the spring is grown ;
As in the firmament
Stars by the sun are not enlarged, but shown,
Gentle love deeds, as blossoms on a bough,
From love's awakened root do bud out now.

If, as in water stirr'd more circles be
Produced by one, love such additions take,
Those like so many spheres but one heaven make,
For they are all concentric unto thee ;
And though each spring do add to love new heat,
As princes do in times of action get
New taxes, and remit them not in peace,
No winter shall abate this spring’s increase.



I hope you have a happy Valentine's Day, everyone.


ooc note )
 
 
Gazelle
14 February 2012 @ 09:10 pm
[See Gazelle finishing the first bite of a lovely cupcake with a turtle on it, before asking with a curious tone this one simple question:]

What's this Valentine's thing all you shits are talking about?
 
 
coyote_walking
[The date hadn't really occurred to her, or maybe she'd just blocked it out, not really important anyway. The important thing was that she needed to run - really run - and feel free and herself again. Plus, a coyote was much better designed to deal with all the sand.

So Mercy had put together a small pack with a change of clothes and her Network device, shifted, and headed out through the dog door set into her bedroom's door to the outside. Then she'd trekked deep enough into the woods to find more grass than sand, left her pack carefully hidden by a rock near the river, and indulged herself.

She'd run herself silly, eaten a number of small tasty creatures, run some more, then taken herself and her pack out onto a large sun-warmed rock in the river and stretched out to sun herself. She'd fallen asleep there, enjoying the solitude and the sounds of the river and the warmth of the sun and, well, just about everything.

Somewhere during her nap, she'd bumped the pack, exposing the Network Device, and accidentally turning it on.

Which would be why there was currently video broadcasting of a very content coyote sleeping in the sun.
]



[OOC: Action if anyone wants to run into her or feel free to try and talk to the coyote or have Mercy shift back.]
 
 
Sam Winchester
14 February 2012 @ 09:43 pm
[Sam looks worried, and a little flustered, like someone kicked his puppy.]

Hey. Has anyone seen Jess? Jessica Moore. My girlfriend. I've been looking for her, and she... she hasn't been home...

If you've seen her, if you have any information, I don't care if you want to stay anonymous or whatever, I want to know.


[Separate private filters to Dulcie and Buffy]

I think I have something of yours.