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Home again, home again [1692 Thunder Road, Wednesday morning]
She had been about to find a motel the night before, but the helpful clerk had informed her that she wasn't really all that far from Milieux, and the thought of sleeping in her own (and long-neglected) bed had been too alluring to give up. So she had ridden through the night, parked the Beastie in the drive of her quiet house, unlocked the three ( Read more... ) -
1692 Thunder Road, Wednesday evening
Ivanova wandered from the house to the garage, idly twirling her staff in one hand. Her collection of bruises was finally, finally starting to fade. Hopefully - hopefully - they'd be all cleared up by her next date with Tosh. Y'know. Whenever that would be ( Read more... ) -
1692 Thunder Road, Monday evening
Ivanova dragged herself up her front steps, aching more than she'd like to admit. She tried to get House, but he wasn't at his apartment when she'd called. Maybe she actually would have to go to the clinic . . . -
The road into town, very, very early Monday morning
A lone rider purred through Milieux. Ivanova was exhausted, feeling every new bruise and really hoping that little scrape on her ribs wouldn't scar. That tingle in the back of her head had been right, which meant more of that risk to life and limb. Not that she would give it up for anything ( Read more... ) -
1692 Thunder Road, Wednesday evening
Ivanova was swearing at her bike in Russian. More specifically, she was swearing at that thing that went clickclickclickPOING! that was supposed to go whirrrr. She stomped to her feet, wiping her hands on a rag in disgust.
"I need a drink . . ."
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OOC: Goin' down Mexico way
Things I learned last night: I'm pretty damn good at drag sometimes, gay boys love boobs, drag queens aren't afraid of a bar brawl, and I really, really shouldn't chase Redheaded Sluts with three beer ( Read more... ) -
1692 Thunder Road, Saturday evening
Feeling particularly mellow after a few drinks at All Souls, Ivanova was stretched out on the railing of her front porch, watching the stars.
Life, she felt, was good.
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1692 Thunder Road, Sunday morning (Shhh, we can pretend.)
Ivanova shifted, curling closer to the warm body next to her. In that fuzzy area between sleep and awake, she was completely content.
That would probably have something to do with the fact that she had all her equipment back in place.
She yawned and nuzzled against the dark head beside her before settling down again.
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1692 Thunder Road, Saturday evening
Ivanov was still, well, Ivanov. Still getting distracted by mirrors and the occasional need to scratch himself too often. He felt off-balance and twitchy, and hoped that Toshiko had been right and this would all wear off soon ( Read more... )