domino_effect, posts by tag: mai - LiveJournal

[Players: mai_lovely]
[Scene: With every card holds a name, and with every name a story. Backdated to Wednesday, December 9th, 2009.]

Mai had been taught that one of the most important pieces of correspondence one could send was the Christmas card. Not a holiday card, as her mother would gripe in this age of political correctness, ( Collapse )

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From tragic_elegance: Thank you, DE! Thank you for making me write, and making me want to write. I wouldn't have to stop with Mai for a while if it weren't for you. Funny world. ^_^ I'm actually getting sad writing this.
Feel free to ask about using the Phoenix in later posts in dopplereffected, as well.
To everyone in the group, you are all amazing people and I'm glad to have worked with you. I'm not going anywhere on LJ, so I'll see you all soon. ♥ ♥ ♥

[Players: mai_lovely]
[Scene: Mai opens a new door. Backdated to Monday, November 22nd, 2009.]


Mai tiptoed into the room. The decor of soft pink, pastel yellow and white made her feel like she was back in her grade-school dance classes taking steps across the parquet floor. The door creaked in tandem with the beams of the rocking chair that was in the corner of the room ( Collapse )

[Players: serenityw and mai_lovely]
[Scene: Finishing off a few loose ends, our ladies of the Phoenix Rising spend some time dealing with the aftermath of their recent Ikea trip, Home Improvement style. Nuts, bolts, histories, and hot tea; they've got their work cut out for them... Backdated to June 20, 2008.]
[Part A is linked here (at DE2)]

Friday afternoon, June 20th, 2008, 1:30PM

Mai slipped off her shoes and started to put them in the side entryway closet. Her purse hastily thrown on the kitchen counter, she ushered Serenity into her mostly-kept-yet-tiny foyer. "Can I take your bag?" she asked as she looked around the room for stray objects that had slipped through her cleaning the night before.

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[Players: serenityw and mai_lovely]
[Scene: Oh, the slings and arrows of outrageous retail! (for those of us who don't have a fortune and have to shop on the economy, as it were.) Our ladies head out to the Brooklyn Redhook Ikea on Grand Opening day and wade through a mob of fellow shoppers, seeking treasure in the form of household goods. Will they survive? Will Ikea? Will they return sounding like the Swedish Chef from the Muppet Show? We shall see. Backdated to June 18, 2008.]
Part 1; Part 3.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

"Beard 'n Otsego," announced the bus driver, a heavyset man with an equally heavy chunk of Brooklynese in his drawl. "You want Ikea, this's your stop. If," he added unnecessarily as he bumped the curb, "y'couldn't tell'r something."

Not... likely, thought Serenity as the doors accordioned open. Not unless you were blind. ( Collapse )

Players:serenityw and mai_lovely
Scene: Mai and Serenity arrange an outing to the newest Ikea store in town, shop around, and help each other in the building of their fine Swedish furniture.

Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3


It had been a lively night, and Mai Valentine was still carrying all the energy of the crowds through her cleaning rituals. Everything was falling into place, like laying silver pieces into velvet-lined cases. It had been a rare night where just the girls were handling the Phoenix Rising, and so Greta and their newest recruit Serenity were shifting around boxes in the stockroom and taking care of the tables, respectively. She was making the bar neat for the next evening's opening, and currently was stacking shot glasses.

Greta emerged from the back room. "I've gotten everything rearranged. I put a small box of the wings in with the mozzarella sticks to make sure that things would fit."

"That's fine," Mai smiled. "You remember you're on the schedule for Friday?"

"I was just about to remember that," ( Collapse )

[Players: serenityw, mai_lovely and tristan_taylor_]
[Scene: Over a period of several days and with the help of a few friends, one little bird tries her wings. Serenity's Interview is Backdated to Thursday, 11/15/2007]

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3


Tristan had intended to approach the menu with wariness. It was a restaurant in an area of the city more likely to cater to locals than the masses. Who knew what the options would be, and how likely he'd be able to understand them?

The interior of the restaurant was absolutely not what he'd anticipated. Indian food suggested curry and other rich spices. Tristan expected a deliciously dark and shadowy place, but the counter was brightly lit and trim as any fast food restaurant. The menus were bright blue plastic panels behind the cashier, with explanations of each dish beneath the entries. It smelled heavenly, but even he had to admit, he was a little disappointed.

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[Players: serenityw, mai_lovely and tristan_taylor_]
[Scene: Over a period of several days and with the help of a few friends, one little bird tries her wings. Serenity's Interview is Backdated to Thursday, 11/15/2007]

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Thursday, November 15, 2007

The drive from New Rochelle wasn't all that long by cab in decent traffic, maybe half an hour; and now the tires were skidding on wet pavement as they eased over to the curb in front of a certain 5th Avenue bar. ( Collapse )

[Players: serenityw, mai_lovely and tristan_taylor_]
[Scene: Over a period of several days and with the help of a few friends, one little bird tries her wings. Serenity's Interview is Backdated to Thursday, 11/15/2007]

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

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Early November, 2007

"...Hello? --yes, could I speak to Ms. Valentine, please? Thanks, yes, I can hold."

Mai hadn't been expecting a call today- deliveries were tomorrow and her latest booked act had called yesterday- so the bells of the phone made her jump slightly. The ring cut itself short with a staccato clatter and an after-ring; someone in the front must have picked it up. It wasn't half a minute before she heard a voice from the bar area.

"Mai, for you!"

"Thanks, Greta!" she called through the doorway.

Reaching across the short piles of papers and Post-It notes on her desk, ( Collapse )

Players: mai_lovely
Scene: The exciting conclusion has come! How does the night end for Mai and Matteo? Damn, I should've finished it two years to the day... anyway, backdated to nighttime on Saturday, July 29th, 2006.



"Dahling, you look divine!"

She could hear her mother from three tables away, lavishing praise on some other jewelry-drenched acquaintance that she ran into every few months. She already knew that the louder her mother was, the more champagne she had ingested, and at this point she had consumed what seemed to be a good bottle's worth.

"That's her," ( Collapse )

[Players:mai_lovely
The Scene: It's here! After the preparation and the wedding comes the reception. What will Mai find at the bottom of that Cosmo? This is so long that I'll have to write a Part Three, but I can guarantee that it will not take another two years. In what is possibly the farthest backdate ever, this is backdated to Saturday, July 29th, 2006.



Her third Cosmopolitan. Mai wasn't sure whether to applaud or scold herself. I guess that's what happens with open bars, fully knowing that it was what happened.

The reception was well under way, and her sister and brother-in-law were happily sitting together at the middle of the table across the way. It was... at this point in time, it was kind of making her ill. As she swivelled the chair back towards the counter, she looked at the barmates accompanying her. The amount of people here that she could recognize by face was dwarfed by the amount she could recognize by lineage. A name was always joined with twoothers. She was Mai, daughter of Patrick and Judith. ( Collapse )