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  <title>Vernique Denning</title>
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    <name>Vernique Denning</name>
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    <title>"I've lived all over the world"</title>
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    <content type="html">" -- So then Dad spend the next 45 explaining the whole situation to Silver herself -- with Mom interrupting to correct him. And that was my first Christmas in Symkaria."  Vernique grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My turn. Weirdest vacation?"</content>
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    <title>Future</title>
    <published>2014-01-10T05:20:52Z</published>
    <updated>2014-01-10T05:24:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The Hulk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her baby had fought the Hulk yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he was an eighteen-year-old sun god. Hush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernique knocked on the door. "Solver, sweetie?"</content>
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    <title>Cashing a Rain Check</title>
    <published>2013-03-04T06:41:31Z</published>
    <updated>2013-03-04T06:41:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"The term 'Hurricanes' just doesn't seem right for a hockey team," Vernique admits as they arrive at their seats.</content>
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    <title>Some time when the world's not ending at all.</title>
    <published>2013-01-14T07:50:58Z</published>
    <updated>2013-01-14T07:50:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Room service. A glass of water at her left hand and of wine on her right.  They'd had a lovely time, but Vernique had been quiet for a minute.  Not the preoccupied, melancholy quiet that had overtaken her so often on so many date nights these past few months.  Not an entirely sanguine quiet, either, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Something I wanted to talk about, Jordan. You can stop the conversation at any point if you really have to. Okay?"</content>
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    <title>Her Daddy Gave Her Magic; I Can Tell By the Way She Walks.</title>
    <published>2013-01-08T23:00:59Z</published>
    <updated>2013-01-08T23:00:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Mom's latest line was coming out soon, using some of Nevell's latest highly-specialized fabrics, and Vernique helping out talking to the techs and models for fashion week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the models... now that girl was downright preternatural. Something in her catwalk strut was extra predatory. Beautiful girl, though.</content>
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    <title>butterflybullet @ 2013-01-07T03:01:00</title>
    <published>2013-01-07T07:46:02Z</published>
    <updated>2013-01-07T07:46:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What with everything, she didn't even call until she'd already reached his hotel with a bottle of very red wine and an Ella Fitzgerald CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry to keep heaping things on in this visit, but you're pretty much standing between me and ... well, deicide's not the right word, but there's not a handy concise classical term for punching a divnity in the nose."</content>
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    <title>Future: Age 60</title>
    <published>2012-08-28T19:44:35Z</published>
    <updated>2012-08-28T19:44:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Arthritis or not, she pinned on her nice Asgardian dress with the little matron-brooches. "I still love these things, hon" she admitted. "And I totally rock them.  So, I swear I'm not losing my memory yet, but whom did Solver beat the living daylights out of that we're celebrating now?"</content>
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    <title>Meme Date: Sipping Vodka and Juice, Laid back.</title>
    <published>2012-07-27T06:42:55Z</published>
    <updated>2012-07-27T06:42:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Vernique had her namesake drink as she waited at the bar for Buck to get there, having arrived fashionably early herself. Yes, when she did it, it was fashionable.</content>
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    <title>Futurestuff.</title>
    <published>2012-07-19T04:09:16Z</published>
    <updated>2012-07-19T07:00:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">She had to stay calm. Of course. Nothing to panic about. Just one of the world's most powerful mental patients going toe to to toe against her &lt;i&gt;baby boy&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, Solver was a teenager now. Like that was supposed to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was helping Solver's Little Friends -- or, rather, the New Avengers; it was hard to remember sometimes -- with crowd control. And at around the ninth starstruck girl wearing S-rune accessorites, Vernique wanted to shake her and say that no one was worshipping &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; son while wearing tacky Flamingo lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, when it was all over, and all emergency concerns were dealt with... "Sweetheart, can we talk?"</content>
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    <title>AU: Three's Company</title>
    <published>2012-02-03T00:59:21Z</published>
    <updated>2012-02-03T00:59:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Kael had been living with and fighting beside them for quite a while. He and Vernique enjoyed enjoyed the... benefits package she'd extended to him some time back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the little family was happy, Svalin continued to 'live like a battle-oriented nun,' as Vernique tended to put it to herself.  One day, while Solver was out for the day with Sydney, Zoey, and Marlow, she managed to corner her wife. "I want to talk about something."</content>
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    <title>Loopholes.  </title>
    <published>2012-01-22T00:19:44Z</published>
    <updated>2012-01-22T00:19:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Vernique had had a rough day. A very rough day. Solver was finally to bed, but she was tense and unhappy desperate to feel like herself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which made it all the harder to fight a longstanding temptation.  Until she gave up, marching outside, where she knew he was, with her jaw set and her eyes clear.</content>
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    <title>Date Night.</title>
    <published>2011-09-22T06:10:50Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-22T06:10:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It was a lot like Mom and Dad's traditions, actually. Where Dad had used telegrams and faxes, she used e-mail.  Vernique told Jordan that she'd be in the appropriate area that weekend and would like to have dinner, maybe some dancing.</content>
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    <title>Finally!</title>
    <published>2011-08-15T14:03:48Z</published>
    <updated>2011-08-15T14:03:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Vernique had been dealing with business in New York.  Several functions of Nevell, with her about-to-be-debuted product line. Sigurdur had come along. She still worried about his fretting about things with Svalin.... and other things with Svalin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, she brought him back to the New York penthouse. "You okay with ordering delivery food?"</content>
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    <title>Meme</title>
    <published>2010-10-28T04:23:27Z</published>
    <updated>2010-10-28T04:23:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">For this meme, choose one character of yours and one character of mine-- and then I will write out how they hook up, settle into a long term relationship and/or marriage, and describe their firstborn child/children, if any. Crack pairings and old characters are acceptable.</content>
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    <title>Flashback: 14 years ago.</title>
    <published>2010-10-23T21:16:24Z</published>
    <updated>2010-10-23T21:16:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There was a solemn frown on Vernique's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy. Surely you realize what's wrong here." &lt;br /&gt;"What is it, sweetheart?" Paladin was earnestly concerned.&lt;br /&gt;"You still have your Kevlar on. At a tea party. There's a time and place, Daddy."&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, sweetie. I didn't have time to change."&lt;br /&gt;"I can wait. Tie and vest, please. Ask Mommy if you're not sure about something."</content>
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    <title>Possible Future: Six Years from Now</title>
    <published>2010-09-09T10:45:47Z</published>
    <updated>2010-09-09T10:49:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">She held his hand as they walked. The click of her new flats syncopated with the sound of his adorable new boots (Svalin had been of the opinion that Solver should have boots. Vernique had made sure they were adorable) against the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommytwo's only going to be a in the meeting a little while. Now, remember, the man with the curly gray hair and glasses is Mr. Lloyd, and he's the one you need to tell that you want cocoa, and how many marshmallows. I'll tell you right now that it probably won't be as good as Jarvis's cocoa. That's because there's only one Jarvis. But that doesn't mean it isn't good cocoa. There's plenty of people in the Nine Worlds who are good at things but not great, and they'd rather somebody mention the first part of that than the last part. Since they still count, that's what we do when we can.  So remember to thank Mr. Lloyd for the cocoa, and tell him if you liked it and just that, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he nods, she crouches a bit to hug him.</content>
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    <title>butterflybullet @ 2010-07-25T03:08:00</title>
    <published>2010-07-25T09:33:04Z</published>
    <updated>2010-07-25T09:33:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Your most marked characteristic?&lt;br /&gt;           Style.&lt;br /&gt;    * The quality you most like in a man?&lt;br /&gt;            I'll admit it: his attention&lt;br /&gt;    * The quality you most like in a woman?&lt;br /&gt;            Savvy. Most kinds'll do, but shopping skills are a plus.&lt;br /&gt;    * What do you most value in your friends?&lt;br /&gt;          "God damn it, babies, you've got to be kind."&lt;br /&gt;    * What is your principle defect?&lt;br /&gt;           Shallowness. Fabulous shallowness&lt;br /&gt;    * What is your favorite occupation?&lt;br /&gt;           Hunting the wild bargain.&lt;br /&gt;    * What is your dream of happiness?&lt;br /&gt;           A reasonably safe world, chairwomanship of Nevell, and a high-quality little black book.&lt;br /&gt;    * What to your mind would be the greatest of misfortunes?&lt;br /&gt;           Never ask that question in this business&lt;br /&gt;    * What would you like to be?&lt;br /&gt;           You're looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;    * In what country would you like to live?&lt;br /&gt;           USA. Although Symkaria's lovely this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;    * What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;           Don't make me choose. It's all about the combination.&lt;br /&gt;    * What is your favorite flower?&lt;br /&gt;           Ice Roses and Orchids.&lt;br /&gt;    * What is your favorite bird?&lt;br /&gt;           To be honest, I'm more of a sucker for butterflies &lt;br /&gt;    * Who are your favorite prose writers?&lt;br /&gt;           Fielding, Stout, Vonnegut, Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;    * Who are your favorite poets?&lt;br /&gt;           Shakespeare, Byron, Tennyson, Shelly, Whitman&lt;br /&gt;    * Who is your favorite hero of fiction?&lt;br /&gt;           Archie Goodwin, &lt;br /&gt;    * Who are your favorite heroines of fiction?&lt;br /&gt;           Lady Katherine Percy, Adora Dearheart.&lt;br /&gt;    * Who are your favorite composers?&lt;br /&gt;          Mozart, Porter, Simon  &lt;br /&gt;    * Who are your favorite painters?&lt;br /&gt;            Rosetti, Rogers&lt;br /&gt;    * Who are your heroes in real life?&lt;br /&gt;           Cap, Iron Man, and Thor, of course. (Don't worry, Daddy, I'd never call you a hero) &lt;br /&gt;    * Who are your favorite heroines of history?&lt;br /&gt;           Christine de Pizan, Millicent Fawcett, and Mom.&lt;br /&gt;    * What are your favorite names?&lt;br /&gt;           I've always liked Sally &lt;br /&gt;    * What is it you most dislike?&lt;br /&gt;           Disingenuous bad taste. &lt;br /&gt;    * What historical figures do you most despise?&lt;br /&gt;           Besides the /really/ obvious ones, Andrew Jackson's up there. &lt;br /&gt;    * What event in military history do you most admire?&lt;br /&gt;           It's a tie between nearly every time somebody did something smart to stop the battle before it started.&lt;br /&gt;    * What reform do you most admire?&lt;br /&gt;           Let's say the 14th Amendment. &lt;br /&gt;    * What natural gift would you most like to possess?&lt;br /&gt;           All the ones I've got.&lt;br /&gt;    * How would you like to die?&lt;br /&gt;           In such a way that people can say 'only her hairdresser knows for sure' at my funeral.&lt;br /&gt;    * What is your present state of mind?&lt;br /&gt;           Cheerful. &lt;br /&gt;    * To what faults do you feel most indulgent?&lt;br /&gt;           Honest ones. &lt;br /&gt;    * What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;          There is a time and a place for everything.  Except rhinestoned parachute pants.</content>
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    <title>Semi-OOC: What I Want to Teach My Son</title>
    <published>2010-02-24T08:35:05Z</published>
    <updated>2010-02-24T08:35:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">((This isn't actually appropriate yet, but I wanted to get a start on it; it was on the brain.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. There is a time and a place for everything.&amp;#160; Except rhinestoned parachute pants.&lt;br /&gt;II. When in Rome, you don't have to do exactly as the Romans do, but you better darn well remember the place is full of Romans.&lt;br /&gt;III. Always know where you're aiming.&lt;br /&gt;IV. There is such a thing as subtlety&lt;br /&gt;V.There is such a thing as &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;style&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt;.&lt;br /&gt;VI. Language is a tool that should be used well in the right circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;VII. Money is a tool that should be used well in the right circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;VIII.&amp;#160; Always try to recognize beauty, of any kind, when you see it.&lt;br /&gt;IX. Always try to recognize talent, of any kind , when it's demonstrated in any capacity.&lt;br /&gt;X. Walk softly and wear good shoes.</content>
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    <title>Some of Vernique's Favorite Quotations</title>
    <published>2010-02-16T09:46:18Z</published>
    <updated>2010-02-16T09:46:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;They&amp;#8217;d saved the city with gold more easily, at that point, than any hero could have managed with steel. But, in truth, it had not exactly been gold, or even the promise of gold, but more like the fantasy of gold, the fairy dream that the gold is there, at the end of the rainbow, and will continue to be there forever&amp;#8212;provided, naturally, that you don&amp;#8217;t go and look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is known as Finance&amp;quot;. ~ Terry Pratchett's &lt;em&gt;Going Postal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Fashion can be bought. Style one must possess.&amp;quot;&amp;#160; ~Edna Woolman Chase.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&amp;quot;Like anyone else, there are days I feel beautiful and days I don't, and when I don't, I do something about it.&amp;quot; ~Cheryl Tiegs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Nothing is more admirable than the fortitude with which millionaires tolerate the disadvantages of their wealth.&amp;quot; ~ Rex Stout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;</content>
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