Mary Winchester (
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sirenspull_logs2012-02-15 01:06 am
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Who: the Siren's Port Lonely Hearts Club! (and YOU!!!??)
When: Valentine's Day, from siren to siren.
Where: the Underground Mall
Summary: all the singleladies people, all the single people~
Warnings: Uhhh nothing I guess? Probably language?
[The lonely hearts that Mary called out in her post eventually wind up in some restaurant in the Mall, somewhere with a bar, but in all honestly it's a long night and they'll wander.
Tag in, tag around, enjoy!
For her own part, Mary will get a very panicked text message fromTom Hanniger someone early in the night, and take off into the Darkness with an air of distinct "oh SHIT" without any explanation at all. But she'll be around for a little while at the beginning.]
When: Valentine's Day, from siren to siren.
Where: the Underground Mall
Summary: all the single
Warnings: Uhhh nothing I guess? Probably language?
[The lonely hearts that Mary called out in her post eventually wind up in some restaurant in the Mall, somewhere with a bar, but in all honestly it's a long night and they'll wander.
Tag in, tag around, enjoy!
For her own part, Mary will get a very panicked text message from
around the bar
Or someone to get her some flowers. That would be nice, too. For now, she'll have another martini.]
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I hope you like these.
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...You didn't have to do that. [But she takes them gratefully.] These are so beautiful, thank you.
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[She felt like she had to. Pft. She wanted flowers, right?]
So, anything or anyone interesting?
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The bar is serving terrible specialty drinks. But that may be about it.
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[Elaine says hesitantly, after lowering her goblet. The subject's touchy for her to remember.]
Cal, my half-brother. In a way.
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[She shrugs. Sandalphon couldn't have bothered with a name.]
Cal Belloc.
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[She swallows, looking down in her glass.] No one remembers the siblings.
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Red was forgotten? Cal -- Well, everyone paid more attention to me.
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That sounds horrible. I sound horrible.
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[Elaine muses.]
So she wouldn't be forgotten again. I don't it sounds horrible. It's complicated -- Every family has its dysfunctional dynamics.
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[She'll toast to that.]
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