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12/6/09 08:44 pm - Arms Hotel, Room 321; Sunday

The kind of thing that makes the censors weep. )

[After this. Preplayed with [info]annjaofthesword and continued in comments.]

12/6/09 08:20 pm - Arms Hotel, Room 321; Sunday

The start of a very long journey. )

[After this. Preplayed with [info]awakestheghosts and continued in comments]

12/6/09 07:21 pm - Arms Hotel, Room 321; Sunday

In which Sean faces the wrath of an angry mother. )

[Follows this. Preplayed with myself! Not dirty.]

12/6/09 07:07 pm - Arms Hotel, Room 321; Sunday

In which a marriage begins to shatter. )

[Set after this. Preplayed with the utterly adorable [info]annjaofthesword.]

10/23/09 08:31 pm - Room 321, Friday Evening

Sean had a cup or two of the spiked punch to thank for the fact that he was fumbling with the key to his room. Stupid tiny key being all stupid and tiny when he had a hot girlfriend to be making out with. Stupid, stupid key!

"Success!" he said with a grin when he finally got the door open. He then promptly tugged Annja into the room after him with him and shut the door. "Because it's much more fun to make out behind closed doors. Plus I'm not entirely sure Mary would appreciate us just randomly making out in the hallway."

Or she might think it was amusing. Who knew?

[For one and will eventually be NWS, hee!]

9/12/09 07:26 pm - Room 321, Saturday Evening

It was another of their usual dates, with the two of them doing takeout in his room. It still surprised him a little that their relationship was working so well so soon, but he was definitely not going to argue with it. He wasn't an idiot, after all.

At the moment, they were curled up on the small couch and watching a movie. He ran his hand idly up and down her arm. "How's school going?" he asked, resting his head against hers. "What classes are you taking, anyway? Think that's the one question I haven't asked you yet."

[For the girlfriend-type.]

9/3/09 07:47 pm - Room 321, Thursday Evening

This time the date was coming to them, so to speak, which meant that Sean really needed to tidy up. When you lived in a hotel room, mess tended to accumulate easily -- especially when you'd been living there for two years. So as he waited for Annja to get there, he tossed the dirty laundry in the hamper in one corner and the garbage into the garbage cans under the desk and next to the dresser.

After twenty minutes of work, he had the room looking as good as it would without maid service coming in and doing their thing. Satisfied, he settled down on the couch to wait.

8/14/09 08:24 pm - Spirit Dinner Cruise, Baltimore Maryland; Friday Evening

Sean was still vaguely amused that he had asked Annja out on a date. But his line of thinking -- one she apparently agreed with, considering that she'd said yes -- was that they'd been involved in the alternate Fandom, heavily so, and that while circumstances were very much different it might not be an entirely bad thing to give the dating thing a shot.

A corner of his mind had pointed out that certain members of his family would be very pleased by this development. He was ignoring that corner.

He turned his attention instead to the beautiful young woman next to him (while ignoring the "should I be dating a student, wait I'm not a teacher so it's okay" internal battle he'd been waging) and flashing her a grin as they boarded.

"Dinner cruise wasn't what you were expecting, huh?"

[NFB due to distance; for she that knows who she is.]

4/11/09 03:50 pm - Room 321, Friday Morning

It was once again the morning after prom, so Sean wasn't entirely surprised when small kids showed up in his room.

He was, however, surprised that there were two this year. So he sat there for a moment, staring at them.

"Okay, I know you're Gracie," he said, pointing to the one he remembered. "But who are you?" He pointed to the other one.

"Psyche Halliwell-Nast!" she said proudly, all the wisdom of a seven-year-old.

"Shit."

"Daddy, you said a bad word!" Gracie shrieked.

"Yeah, I said one last year, too."

[Etablishy, but for phone calls and the like.]

4/9/09 02:39 pm - Room 321, Thursday Afternoon

Given the rash of gremlin bites, Sean was more than happy to hide out in his room until things settled down.

Well, hide out and pray he didn't get bitten.

He was sprawled out on the couch, flipping through the channels.

[For one that knows who she is]

2/25/09 11:22 pm - Nast Sporting Goods, After Hours Wednesday

Sean hadn't checked his voicemail yet -- too busy dealing with business crap that had to be dealt with since Savannah wasn't in town to help him with it -- so when his cell phone went off and the caller ID said it was Eve, he ignored it.

He ignored it the second time, too.

And the third.

And the fourth.

The fifth, he put it on vibrate.

The sixth, it skittered across the desk and into his lap. Taking that as a sign, he answered it. "Hello?"

She did what? )

2/5/09 01:08 pm - Room 321, Thursday Afternoon

Sean had been kind of numb all day, ever since getting the call from Gwynn. In typical Gwynn fashion it'd been less than tactful. But in atypical Gwynn fashion, she'd at least tried for gentle. Failed, but she'd tried.

Said phone call had led to Sean sitting at the desk in the corner of his room and worrying up a storm. Savannah was his little sister, which made him feel horrible for not knowing how to help. She was also one of his best friends, which somehow made him feel even worse.

Sighing, he raked his fingers through his hair, noting distractedly that he needed a haircut badly.

[Open for anybody and anything!]

11/20/08 06:00 am - OOC

Whoever just bought Sean six months of paid time, thank you!

... who did it, anyway? Hee.
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10/24/08 01:39 pm - Room 321, Late Friday Afternoon

To say Sean was nervous would be an understatement of the highest order. He was deliberately laying low because really, Savannah's visitor this time was even scarier than the one from last time, despite Benicio actually liking him. Or at least tolerating him.

He'd made sure that Benicio knew what room he was staying in, though, because the last thing he wanted to be accused of was avoidance.

So he was sitting at the desk in the corner, doing paperwork to keep himself busy and less flaily.

[For one!]

10/13/08 12:06 am - Room 321, Monday Morning

Sean woke slowly, with a very comfortable bundle of female in his arms. Still being mostly awake, it took him a few moments to realize that the very comfortable bundle of female was there to begin with. When he did realize, his eyes went wide. They went wider still when he looked at said female and realized that it was Phoebe.

By the time he noticed the wedding band on his hand, he was prodding Phoebe in the shoulder with that hand to wake her up.


[For one!]

10/10/08 11:35 pm - Room 321, Saturday Morning

Sean was nervous, restless, anxious. He hadn't seen her in entirely too long. He hated that, but he understood why it had to be. But she was in town now and he knew her so well, knew that there was no way she would pass up the chance for time with him. But he didn't know when she would come to see him, never knew when she would come to see him. They'd had to play it so carefully.

And honestly, he was getting sick and tired of it.

But they loved each other. They'd do whatever it took to be together.

[For a certain witch that knows who she is]

9/24/08 10:57 pm - Room 321, Thursday Morning

It'd been a long day and an even longer night on Wednesday, so it was a very soundly sleeping Sean that greeted the world on Thursday morning. When he did wake up, he was just groggy enough that his new state didn't sink in immediately.

It did, however, sink in as he was stumbling into the bathroom to take a shower.

"I have breasts. Why do I have breasts? I'm not supposed to have breasts!"

What? It was seven in the morning, he could be forgiven the less than eloquent.

After several minutes of that and taking a shower while still half asleep, his second thought was, "Okay, what do I wear?"

He'd never been more grateful for Savannah's having her own damn drawer in the dresser.

He managed to come up with the necessary underwear -- he was so going to have to apologize for that, because you just didn't wear someone else's underwear even in an emergency -- and then rummaged up a pair of jeans and a sweater. Not high fashion, but it'd do.

[Establishy unless anyone's got a reason to bother him.]

9/15/08 02:40 pm - Nemesis Tournament Battle

As if the entire situation wasn't confusing enough, Sean had found out who his opponent was and promptly boggled. His brother? What the ever-loving crap was Bryce doing there? Sure, it was alternate!Bryce, but the idea of Bryce at bizarro!Fandom didn't make any sense.

As Sean faced off against Bryce, he tried to remind himself that this wasn't his Bryce. His Bryce would never want to kill him like this one did. But the fact was, this wasn't his brother and instead was someone who very much wanted to kill him.

Sean moved slowly, circling around the young man. "So... this is traditionally the part where the villain spills all his plans to the hero," he said, flicking a knock-back spell at him.

6/24/08 08:35 pm - Room 321, Tuesday evening

Sean had gone out and done a booze run because from the sound of it, Savannah was going to need more than what little he had on hand. He made sure to take as little time as possible so he'd be back by the time she got there.

He managed to beat her there so he got the alcohol put away and settled down to wait.

[for the sibling!]

6/23/08 07:42 pm - Room 321, Monday evening

Sean was in his room, going over paperwork and making a few calls because honestly, he was tired of working in his office at the store. He sat on the couch, files and papers spread out over the coffee table in front of him.

"Look, that's just simply not going to work," he said into the phone. "That order was supposed to arrive two days ago. It didn't. I want to know why, that's all." Shipping problems, he could work with. But he had to know about them before he could adjust things and the person on the phone seemed more interested in giving him a run-around.

Thankfully, he was distracted by a knock at the door. Still on the phone, he rose and went over to the door. He glanced out the peephole, saw Savannah, and said, "I'll just call back tomorrow, then."

He hung up and tucked the cell-phone into his pocket before answering the door. "What's wrong?"

[For the sibling!]
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