Don't look for solace (Emma/Peter)

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Peter was holding a wiggly little Thomas when he answered the phone and it wasn't exactly easy to juggle both of them at once. He headed over to the sofa to sit, shifting Thomas to his lap. "Hello!?" He asked his voice sounding appropriately busy.

( Assitance )

Don't look for solace (Emma/Peter)

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Peter was holding a wiggly little Thomas when he answered the phone and it wasn't exactly easy to juggle both of them at once. He headed over to the sofa to sit, shifting Thomas to his lap. "Hello!?" He asked his voice sounding appropriately busy.

( Assitance )

Conflicted (Liz/Peter)

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Peter let himself into his childhood home as Hope ran past him out of it. "Er...bye!" He called to her and he chuckled as she simply waved at him over her shoulder and ducked into a taxi at the end of the long drive. Peter stepped into the two story entrance hall and he looked up to the second floor beyond the railing where the painting of Hope hung. The painting that Fiona had made Liz and Emma for their wedding... "Liz?" Peter called, shrugging off his jacket. The manor house was large, and it was possible she wouldn't hear him, especially if she was on the third floor, or out in the conservatory. As it happened, however, she was just off to the left in their father's old office.

( The Chatty-chat )

Conflicted (Liz/Peter)

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Peter let himself into his childhood home as Hope ran past him out of it. "Er...bye!" He called to her and he chuckled as she simply waved at him over her shoulder and ducked into a taxi at the end of the long drive. Peter stepped into the two story entrance hall and he looked up to the second floor beyond the railing where the painting of Hope hung. The painting that Fiona had made Liz and Emma for their wedding... "Liz?" Peter called, shrugging off his jacket. The manor house was large, and it was possible she wouldn't hear him, especially if she was on the third floor, or out in the conservatory. As it happened, however, she was just off to the left in their father's old office.

( The Chatty-chat )

The Good Teacher (Flynn, Quinn, Julian)

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Flynn wasn't entirely sure what he'd find when he entered Julian's room, but he'd seen junkies before. And to tell the truth, Julian didn't actually look as bad as some he'd seen. He didn't look good either... "Hi, Julian." Flynn said softly, moving over to sit near Julian's bed. Quinn was hovering by the door. "This is my boyfriend, Quinn. But he doesn't have to stay. He understand though. You know when I lived on the streets...part of that time I spent with him."

( Lessons learned )

The Good Teacher (Flynn, Quinn, Julian)

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Flynn wasn't entirely sure what he'd find when he entered Julian's room, but he'd seen junkies before. And to tell the truth, Julian didn't actually look as bad as some he'd seen. He didn't look good either... "Hi, Julian." Flynn said softly, moving over to sit near Julian's bed. Quinn was hovering by the door. "This is my boyfriend, Quinn. But he doesn't have to stay. He understand though. You know when I lived on the streets...part of that time I spent with him."

( Lessons learned )

Happiest Birthday (Littletons, can be open)

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Lavinia had been through a lot in her 77 years. She'd fallen in love. Three times to be exact. And each time it had ended in heart break, but she was always thankful for what she'd had before that end. Yes, even with Bernard Littleton who had left her high and dry with five children to take care of. That had been her biggest obstacle. Five children plus no money equaled big problems. But somehow, they'd always gotten through. Until Thomas had died. She'd lost a darling son and each of her children and herself had had to rebuild their lives from the trusses up. She'd been incredibly happy, and so sad she feared she would never function again. But she always had. Lavinia Littleton was a lion at heart, and nothing would keep her down. Through all of it, her children were always her treasures. Her gift. The thing she lived for and the thing she would die for if it was warranted.

( Littletons )

Happiest Birthday (Littletons, can be open)

[iamqueendiamond.livejournal.com]

Lavinia had been through a lot in her 77 years. She'd fallen in love. Three times to be exact. And each time it had ended in heart break, but she was always thankful for what she'd had before that end. Yes, even with Bernard Littleton who had left her high and dry with five children to take care of. That had been her biggest obstacle. Five children plus no money equaled big problems. But somehow, they'd always gotten through. Until Thomas had died. She'd lost a darling son and each of her children and herself had had to rebuild their lives from the trusses up. She'd been incredibly happy, and so sad she feared she would never function again. But she always had. Lavinia Littleton was a lion at heart, and nothing would keep her down. Through all of it, her children were always her treasures. Her gift. The thing she lived for and the thing she would die for if it was warranted.

( Littletons )

Marital Negotiations (Wolfgang, Devon, open)

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The below conversation is in German.

Wolfgang Kempf sat behind his large rosewood desk, petting his black obsidian dragon carving in contemplation as if it was some sort of pet ready to pounce on anyone who interrupted his thought processes. No one ever did, however. They knew better. Most of the business of the day had been resolved. One matter was still left to discuss. Finally, Wolfgang spoke. "What about the situation in Little Moscow? I am eager to see this resolved." He tapped the desk with the fingers of his other hand, and he did not sound pleased that the situation hadn't been.

( They call him The Iceburg )

Marital Negotiations (Wolfgang, Devon, open)

[unverzeihlich.livejournal.com]

The below conversation is in German.

Wolfgang Kempf sat behind his large rosewood desk, petting his black obsidian dragon carving in contemplation as if it was some sort of pet ready to pounce on anyone who interrupted his thought processes. No one ever did, however. They knew better. Most of the business of the day had been resolved. One matter was still left to discuss. Finally, Wolfgang spoke. "What about the situation in Little Moscow? I am eager to see this resolved." He tapped the desk with the fingers of his other hand, and he did not sound pleased that the situation hadn't been.

( They call him The Iceburg )