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Apr. 3rd, 2005 12:37 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
a-fell.livejournal.com*Aziraphael comes into the bar. He takes a seat in a corner booth with a cup of very sweet tea, and sits drawing patterns in spilled sugar*
Apr. 3rd, 2005
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 12:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aj_crawley*looking not a little tired, Crowley slinks downstairs, picking up a mug of coffee and hesitating very slightly before heading over to join the angel*
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 12:57 amthank-youkindly.livejournal.com"--k this is a good idea!"
And, as one might suspect, if one knew of such things...a mountie comes flying into the bar. Flying not in the sense of soaring with the eagles but more in the sense of being flung bodily in a painful and most likely damaging manner. But the mountie is prepared and skilled and thus ends up rolling as he hits the ground, ending up in a crouch but in all other ways, perfectly fine.
Well, he does have to fix his hat and straighten his lanyard, but such is the way of things.
He looks around, peering this way and that for a minute before he stands and dusts himself off with a small sigh.
"Ahh. This place again."
And, as one might suspect, if one knew of such things...a mountie comes flying into the bar. Flying not in the sense of soaring with the eagles but more in the sense of being flung bodily in a painful and most likely damaging manner. But the mountie is prepared and skilled and thus ends up rolling as he hits the ground, ending up in a crouch but in all other ways, perfectly fine.
Well, he does have to fix his hat and straighten his lanyard, but such is the way of things.
He looks around, peering this way and that for a minute before he stands and dusts himself off with a small sigh.
"Ahh. This place again."
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 01:39 amsendpeanutbtr.livejournal.comAt some point, in a continuity that makes sense with whatever Richard and Armand are doing, Claire sneaks back into Milliways from her New Orleans excursion. Her over night bag is slung over her shoulder, Seth is asleep in his carrier, and she is carrying a gift bag full of presents. And there are Mardi Gras beads around her neck because she still thinks they are very pretty, and she found a store that sold them to her 5 strands for a dollar.
She sets two decorated tins filled with pecan pralines on the bar, both with notes saying, ~love, Claire.
"Bar, would you make sure Helen and Ace get these please?"
She pats the bar gratefully and then heads upstairs, baby and baggage in tow. She had a blast in New Orleans but she can't wait to sleep in her own bed again.
She sets two decorated tins filled with pecan pralines on the bar, both with notes saying, ~love, Claire.
"Bar, would you make sure Helen and Ace get these please?"
She pats the bar gratefully and then heads upstairs, baby and baggage in tow. She had a blast in New Orleans but she can't wait to sleep in her own bed again.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 05:18 amangelus-amadeo.livejournal.comAmadeo walks into the bar, yawning.
The sun's coming up fast, but he and Richard were... busy.
He steps up to Bar, a letter in his hand, and places it down gently before looking at his tab, and that of Richard's, and shakes his head.
"Take this," he says, setting down a wad of bills, "for Richard Mayhew and all those under his tab, too? Thank you.
"Also, can you please make sure, dear Bar, that Bianca Solderini receives this letter?"
[OOC: Bianca only please! Mun's about to drop off the face of the earth.]
The sun's coming up fast, but he and Richard were... busy.
He steps up to Bar, a letter in his hand, and places it down gently before looking at his tab, and that of Richard's, and shakes his head.
"Take this," he says, setting down a wad of bills, "for Richard Mayhew and all those under his tab, too? Thank you.
"Also, can you please make sure, dear Bar, that Bianca Solderini receives this letter?"
[OOC: Bianca only please! Mun's about to drop off the face of the earth.]
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 05:38 ammyladyrhiannon.livejournal.com[OOM: pre-entrance post.]
Rhiannon's sitting in the bar after a long absence.
She's enjoying a nice wine and a plate of fruit, cheese and bread.
She's bored stiff of books about animals and is hoping to talk of other things tonight.
[OOC: replies automatically slowtimed because even with Daylight Savings Time it's still very late for the mun.]
Rhiannon's sitting in the bar after a long absence.
She's enjoying a nice wine and a plate of fruit, cheese and bread.
She's bored stiff of books about animals and is hoping to talk of other things tonight.
[OOC: replies automatically slowtimed because even with Daylight Savings Time it's still very late for the mun.]
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 11:41 amnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comThere's an Ace, in the bar. She's puzzling over a mysterious tin that appeared unasked-for with her morning cocoa and cinnamon toast. She's also keeping her right hand stuffed in her pocket, but that's a different conversation. Feel free to bother her, or prod her into opening the tin. She likes mysteries. She might stare at the unopened tin all day just to prolong this one.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 11:51 ambloodyrockgodCharlie ambles downstairs, notebook in hand. He gets breakfast from the bar and sits in a booth, and writes while he eats.
All the while, he's humming absently.
All the while, he's humming absently.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 12:08 pmsonofwhitecity.livejournal.comOnce his shift in the kitchen is finished, Boromir brings out the wooden toys he's been carving and sits at a booth with good light. He takes a piece of sandpaper and begins sanding the little figures. No splinters to poke at little fingers here.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 12:16 pmballetrat*There is a ballerina heading down the stairs and towards the bar.
However, she is perhaps not instantly recognizable as such, since she is still wearing, instead of her tutu, a pair of ridiculously oversized jeans. Today they are belted with a cheerful yellow scarf. Before she reaches the bar, she trips on them and goes down to the floor, but picks herself up with good humor and continues on her way.*
However, she is perhaps not instantly recognizable as such, since she is still wearing, instead of her tutu, a pair of ridiculously oversized jeans. Today they are belted with a cheerful yellow scarf. Before she reaches the bar, she trips on them and goes down to the floor, but picks herself up with good humor and continues on her way.*
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 12:35 pmsamael-diablo.livejournal.comLucifer is standing by the door, leaning against the wall, one foot kicking backwards in a soft rhythm. He looks about as far removed from his last visit as is possible, for him; no trace of his real form in the bright blue of his eyes and the absent, mortal staccato of his bare heel against the wall.
He doesn't look cheerful. It would be hard to isolate a particular emotion on his face, either because he's keeping it blank or because the expressions are flickering so fast they pass by without notice.
His eyes are steady in one direction. Maybe he'll move. Maybe he won't.
He doesn't look cheerful. It would be hard to isolate a particular emotion on his face, either because he's keeping it blank or because the expressions are flickering so fast they pass by without notice.
His eyes are steady in one direction. Maybe he'll move. Maybe he won't.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 01:16 pmlvpd_sidleSara's in the bar. And back to organizing her slides, since Grissom stole back his crossword puzzle.
Feel free to disturb.
Feel free to disturb.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 02:16 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_righthandman_/[OOM, last night: Chase has a nightmare. Warning for painfully heavy-handed symbolism massive amounts of angst.
ETA: And after the nightmare, Chase learns the truth about what happened when he followed Jack to Mexico. Do I hear some doom approaching?]
ETA: And after the nightmare, Chase learns the truth about what happened when he followed Jack to Mexico. Do I hear some doom approaching?]
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 02:56 pmiwasalevel6.livejournal.comLookit! It's a Tony inna bar, with a Michelle! Yay! Descending from his lofty tower, Tony walks with Michelle into the bar proper, where they find a booth to sit in. Hey, hey, now, they're divorced. Nothing special's going on between them...although I sure wish there was!
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 03:13 pmtalented-biter.livejournal.comBaby inna bar!
Today, Sunny is not being a doctor. This may or may not have something to do with the fact that after beating Ber'd on the head with her hammer, she somehow cannot find her doctor bag.
Strange.
But that's okay. Because Sunny is an Artiste at heart!
And so, frog-head backpack in hand, she clambers up to a booth and begins setting up crayons and paper.
And...ooo, what's this?
Sunny has found paint! There is a gleeful look in her eye as she grabs her paintbrush.
Fear.
Today, Sunny is not being a doctor. This may or may not have something to do with the fact that after beating Ber'd on the head with her hammer, she somehow cannot find her doctor bag.
Strange.
But that's okay. Because Sunny is an Artiste at heart!
And so, frog-head backpack in hand, she clambers up to a booth and begins setting up crayons and paper.
And...ooo, what's this?
Sunny has found paint! There is a gleeful look in her eye as she grabs her paintbrush.
Fear.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 03:17 pmangelus-amadeo.livejournal.com[OOC: Mega mega slowtimed - Amadeo and Bianca wake up in New Orleans.]
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 03:26 pmcalled_lionessLucy comes downstairs, and (after getting tea) begins to work on a list.
It is a very important list.
She does not seem to be having much luck with it.
It is a very important list.
She does not seem to be having much luck with it.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 03:40 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/Smeagol inna bar! He is not at all depressed today despite his icon. He's even sitting at a table instead of under it. Hooray.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 03:41 pmnotsoyoung.livejournal.com[OOC: Pre-Milliways]
David steps into the bar after hours at his writing desk, heads to the bar, and orders a tomato juice before stepping lightly to a booth and sliding in, resting the glass against his forehead to stave off the headache that's threatening to come through.
David steps into the bar after hours at his writing desk, heads to the bar, and orders a tomato juice before stepping lightly to a booth and sliding in, resting the glass against his forehead to stave off the headache that's threatening to come through.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 03:49 pmmacleod_connorAnd now for something really unusual...
Connor - with an entrance post.
Not a very imaginative one, but that's okay - he's just... there.
Maybe he sees cirque de soleil Faith in the rafters, maybe not.
Maybe he's just having Scotch at the bar...peering around to make sure no weird white cats are trying to steal it
Connor - with an entrance post.
Not a very imaginative one, but that's okay - he's just... there.
Maybe he sees cirque de soleil Faith in the rafters, maybe not.
Maybe he's just having Scotch at the bar...
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 03:54 pmaljuinn.livejournal.com[Pre-Milliways: You could have saved one friend, Jenny.]
A very dejected-looking Shadowman enters the bar, his face tight and worn.
His Game is going well, but he's hurting Jenny, and he knows it.
Somehow, he knows he shouldn't care.
His goblet appears on the bar, filled with his water, and he runs his finger around the rim of it, filling the room with a soft, high-pitched singing voice.
A very dejected-looking Shadowman enters the bar, his face tight and worn.
His Game is going well, but he's hurting Jenny, and he knows it.
Somehow, he knows he shouldn't care.
His goblet appears on the bar, filled with his water, and he runs his finger around the rim of it, filling the room with a soft, high-pitched singing voice.
nomorethesource.livejournal.comCole appears at the bar, a glass of brandy already in one hand. In his other hand is a bit of chocolate from the stock he had Bar send up the other day. He scans the patrons. There are a couple in particular he's looking for. Seeing Meg, he disappears again, on his way over.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 05:03 pmfaithful-slayer.livejournal.comThere is a Faith in the bar.
Maybe she's always been there, maybe not.
Maybe her mun has been wrestling with her computer since Friday.
Whatever, she's there now.
And once again, for pure conversation-starter purposes, she is in the rafters, and she is bendy.
Maybe she's always been there, maybe not.
Whatever, she's there now.
And once again, for pure conversation-starter purposes, she is in the rafters, and she is bendy.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 05:34 pmyoualleverybody.livejournal.comLiam walks into the bar with Megan, both of them smiling and relaxed, dressed in casual summer clothes. He looks around for Claire or Charlie.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 05:48 pmstewart-baxter.livejournal.comThere's a puddle of dark slime under one of the chairs by the back.
Watch your step.
Watch your step.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 06:01 pmthecooloneBill's at a table near the bar. From here he can see the front door, the door to upstairs, and the door to the lake; he keeps a half-hearted ear to what's going on around.
But for the most part, he's concentrating on a puzzle. It's shaped like a pyramid; when the blocks are put together in the right order a jet of light emits from the top of the pyramid. It's a fun little puzzle and he made it himself, and enchanted it to solve differently every time. By his side is a largely untouched pint of cider; his concentration is on the pyramid.
"Ah, there you go." A line of turquoise-blue light streams out from the top and he grins to no one but himself. A door in the pyramid's base opens and a tiny Pharaoh steps out, shaking his staff at Bill before returning to his tomb.
The puzzle hasn't bested him yet.
But for the most part, he's concentrating on a puzzle. It's shaped like a pyramid; when the blocks are put together in the right order a jet of light emits from the top of the pyramid. It's a fun little puzzle and he made it himself, and enchanted it to solve differently every time. By his side is a largely untouched pint of cider; his concentration is on the pyramid.
"Ah, there you go." A line of turquoise-blue light streams out from the top and he grins to no one but himself. A door in the pyramid's base opens and a tiny Pharaoh steps out, shaking his staff at Bill before returning to his tomb.
The puzzle hasn't bested him yet.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 07:20 pmalways-a-liar.livejournal.comThe professor is in his office.
That is to say that Rhalen is at a table with a glass of ice water. Calmly people-watching while sipping a glass of ice water has become his modus operandi.
Come by and see him.
That is to say that Rhalen is at a table with a glass of ice water. Calmly people-watching while sipping a glass of ice water has become his modus operandi.
Come by and see him.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 07:31 pmtimsbooks.livejournal.com*Tim inna bar. He's just sitting, staring off into space. Might be a good idea to bug him before he gets too thoughtful*
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 07:39 pmrogue-wraith.livejournal.comThe front door slides open, and Wedge enters, weraing civvies today. He looks around, not surprised to see Milliways, but surprised that it's somehow shifted from Down Time to his personal quarters. He shrugs, and heads over to the bar to sit at a stool and grab some Ale. Might as well have a drink, since he's here.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 08:03 pma-fell.livejournal.com*Aziraphael orders a cup of tea at the bar and takes a seat in a corner booth, staring into space. He'd appreciate distractions*
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 08:05 pmforsaken-bard.livejournal.comAsmodean is outside with the sky savoring every moment of getting him wet. The steady drizzle plastered his dark hair to his pale, handsome face.
Slowly, he paces around among the trees and the lake. Simplybrooding with enjoying nature. He did not normally do this, and can think of no justifiable reason why should be taking delight in such a thing, but this was how he felt. He did think it exceedingly odd though.
Feel free to notice his departure outside sans a musical instrument
Slowly, he paces around among the trees and the lake. Simply
Feel free to notice his departure outside sans a musical instrument
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 08:06 pmi-miss-eddie.livejournal.comColumbia comes downstairs and sits at the bar. She looks around for people to talk to. It's been a pretty boring weekend.
henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com[Pre-Milliways: Forced hand]
Down the stairs trudges a familiar figure, albeit in unfamiliar garb. The style of the clothes hasn't changed. Just the color.
After a few days hiding in his suite, Indy has been reluctantly forced to satisfy his hunger. Under his leather bomber jacket he's modeling a powder pink field shirt and a dark fuchsia pair of slacks. The outfit is completed by a bright pink pair of socks. And he doesn't look too pleased about any of it, despite how pretty he may look.
The jacket is pulled close and he tries hard not to attract attention to himself as he makes his way to the bar and whispers an order for a Sunday roast.
Down the stairs trudges a familiar figure, albeit in unfamiliar garb. The style of the clothes hasn't changed. Just the color.
After a few days hiding in his suite, Indy has been reluctantly forced to satisfy his hunger. Under his leather bomber jacket he's modeling a powder pink field shirt and a dark fuchsia pair of slacks. The outfit is completed by a bright pink pair of socks. And he doesn't look too pleased about any of it, despite how pretty he may look.
The jacket is pulled close and he tries hard not to attract attention to himself as he makes his way to the bar and whispers an order for a Sunday roast.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 08:18 pmxan-shaped.livejournal.com*There's a very sleepy Xander in the bar. He yawns, stretches, and stumbles down the stairs. Waking up a little, he takes in the very nighttimely appearance of the bar in confusion.*
Um ... okay. I feel kinda Rip Van Winkly right about now.
Um ... okay. I feel kinda Rip Van Winkly right about now.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 08:30 pmprettyhelen.livejournal.comHelen comes down the stairs, with Melina, and walks over to the bar. When she orders her tea, a Tin pops up. Wow...for me? The note says "From Claire..." Helen takes the tin over to the fire, and curls up in a chair with her tea, as Melina lies down beside the chair, munching on an apple. Opening the tin, Helen discovers many praline pecans. She digs in and enjoys them. Want Pecan Pralines? Come say hi to Helen!
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 08:36 pmdesert-worm.livejournal.comLuke is at the bar, still pondering his list. Two names are circled; one of them has a star by it. He feels that at least two more need to be circled.
Paravia, part one.
Apr. 3rd, 2005 08:47 pmprince-arithon.livejournal.comEnter Arithon.
Please to keep this thread for Joe and Svava.
They're getting ready for a field trip.
Please to keep this thread for Joe and Svava.
They're getting ready for a field trip.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 08:49 pmskjaldmeyjar.livejournal.comWhile muttering to herself, and honestly debating wearing the red and black armor for the trip to Arithon's world, in the back of the wardrobe, Svava found--
Her normal armor and tunic dress. Or a close enough copy that she couldn't tell the difference. So, this entry post saying 'Valkyrie inna bar' is very apt tonight.
Svava's missing one thing, however, which is soon remedied. Over at the Bar, she takes off the cloak clasp she's never without, and places it on the bar top. A few whispered words, and the rest of the cloak appears, all as one before. She smiles, and pats the bar top in thanks, taking the feathered cloak and swinging it over her shoulders, fastening it securely.
Then she heads over to Arithon's table.
Post for plotty purposes only.
Her normal armor and tunic dress. Or a close enough copy that she couldn't tell the difference. So, this entry post saying 'Valkyrie inna bar' is very apt tonight.
Svava's missing one thing, however, which is soon remedied. Over at the Bar, she takes off the cloak clasp she's never without, and places it on the bar top. A few whispered words, and the rest of the cloak appears, all as one before. She smiles, and pats the bar top in thanks, taking the feathered cloak and swinging it over her shoulders, fastening it securely.
Then she heads over to Arithon's table.
Post for plotty purposes only.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 08:50 pmgil-whimple.livejournal.comAfter this OOM
The door opens and in comes Gil, pale faced and somewhat skinny, with his arm around the waist of Asar-Suti.
No bottomless bags this time, just two small duffles bags and relieved looks.
"Home," Gil breathes and they both head for the Bar.
The door opens and in comes Gil, pale faced and somewhat skinny, with his arm around the waist of Asar-Suti.
No bottomless bags this time, just two small duffles bags and relieved looks.
"Home," Gil breathes and they both head for the Bar.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 08:56 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_driscoll/Erin is knitting by the fireplace. As far as I know, hell has not frozen over yet, and if it has then Erin has all the more reason to knit the sweater she's knitting now. This is why she's been visibly absent from the bar all week. She's been in her room, knitting sweaters. She has all the measurements she needs--it's not just the field agents who can pick a lock, after all. She learned a few tricks as a teenager.
Erin finishes a stitch and pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose before she continues to knit.
Erin finishes a stitch and pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose before she continues to knit.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 08:59 pmsai_delgadoSusan Delgado comes in through the lake door -- it looks as though she's been out walking on this early spring evening. It's also apparent that it's breezy and mayhap a bit chill outside, as her hair is wind-blown and her cheeks are flushed.
She goes to the bar to get cocoa, and takes it over to her favorite couch.
She goes to the bar to get cocoa, and takes it over to her favorite couch.
prince-arithon.livejournal.comfrom here
Arithon opens the door and shadows spill out. His clothing reverts from the changed items of cloth that Tom made for him into the tatters and rags of his original clothing. Even as lightning flashes outside, tables and chairs are knocked over by shadows spilling from the once-again tormented Master of Shadows. The long-Healed burn on his hand returns to the just-wounded state that it had been in when he arrived.
Thrown into the same instant as he left, Arithon's face shifts from resistance and pain back to the pure hatred that abjures all redemption. In purest, bloody hearted passion, he howls and once more casts shadow in answer to Lysaer's betrayal.
The shadows wrap around Joe and Svava, ready with their baggage, and sweep them through the door. It also grabs Tom Riddle and Andrew Wells, unprepared and unready for the storm.
Arithon, too, is dragged out by his own power...and the door slams closed behind them with a bang.
It opens again immediately, and the five who left enter one by one, with bundles and trunks. They look like they've been through a war. Arithon turns, sane again, and closes the door quietly but firmly behind himself.
Arithon opens the door and shadows spill out. His clothing reverts from the changed items of cloth that Tom made for him into the tatters and rags of his original clothing. Even as lightning flashes outside, tables and chairs are knocked over by shadows spilling from the once-again tormented Master of Shadows. The long-Healed burn on his hand returns to the just-wounded state that it had been in when he arrived.
Thrown into the same instant as he left, Arithon's face shifts from resistance and pain back to the pure hatred that abjures all redemption. In purest, bloody hearted passion, he howls and once more casts shadow in answer to Lysaer's betrayal.
The shadows wrap around Joe and Svava, ready with their baggage, and sweep them through the door. It also grabs Tom Riddle and Andrew Wells, unprepared and unready for the storm.
Arithon, too, is dragged out by his own power...and the door slams closed behind them with a bang.
It opens again immediately, and the five who left enter one by one, with bundles and trunks. They look like they've been through a war. Arithon turns, sane again, and closes the door quietly but firmly behind himself.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 09:04 pmgiftedthom.livejournal.com[OOC: OOM post. Featuring pineapples. Also Delia . . . and tires.]
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 09:05 pmlorelai-rory.livejournal.comWell, this is apparently a weekend for Milliway's.
Fortunately for Rory, all homework and other needed-to-do items have been finished for the day Unlike her mun's French homework.
She settles at the bar with a coffee that appears as she sits down.
Fortunately for Rory, all homework and other needed-to-do items have been finished for the day
She settles at the bar with a coffee that appears as she sits down.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 09:14 pmfairest1.livejournal.com*There once was a pup named Snow
And into the bar did she go
With twins alongside
As her mun sighed
So stop by her booth and say hello
[she's still got the wedding magazine, but also a list of names, only a few of which are crossed out. She's starting to look stressed]*
And into the bar did she go
With twins alongside
As her mun sighed
So stop by her booth and say hello
[she's still got the wedding magazine, but also a list of names, only a few of which are crossed out. She's starting to look stressed]*
mogget_cat{OOM: A Night and a Day at Hogwarts}
*The front door opens and Yrael steps though. Yes, the front door. No, don't go into shock.*
*Yrael looks relatively happy, or at least his customary smirk is less lopsided than usual. He wanders into the back corridor and comes back bearing his violin. With his weapon of choice with him, again, he heads to the bar to get something to drink.*
*He sits and sips his drink, quietly watching the other patrons with his bright green gaze.*
*The front door opens and Yrael steps though. Yes, the front door. No, don't go into shock.*
*Yrael looks relatively happy, or at least his customary smirk is less lopsided than usual. He wanders into the back corridor and comes back bearing his violin. With his weapon of choice with him, again, he heads to the bar to get something to drink.*
*He sits and sips his drink, quietly watching the other patrons with his bright green gaze.*
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 09:22 pmsenator-queen.livejournal.comPadme has not gone back to the House of Arch.
She hasn't really left Val's room, actually, and wouldn't now, except for the fact that she is pregnant, and that means food is rather needed.
Her face is very tired as she works on a bowl of stew.
She hasn't really left Val's room, actually, and wouldn't now, except for the fact that she is pregnant, and that means food is rather needed.
Her face is very tired as she works on a bowl of stew.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 09:39 pmnotsoyoung.livejournal.com[OOM: David and Loki in Tokyo - a night of pampering Loki! Whee!
edit: Er, yes. Adult content. Beware. *makes ghosty noises*]
edit: Er, yes. Adult content. Beware. *makes ghosty noises*]
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 09:45 pmguppy_sandhu[OOM: Guppy receives another note]
Guppy is in the bar. He doesn't look very happy, and he would like someone to talk to him to take his mind off the fact that he is receiving death threats...
Guppy is in the bar. He doesn't look very happy, and he would like someone to talk to him to take his mind off the fact that he is receiving death threats...
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 09:45 pmyoung_tmriddle*Tom is in the bar for a quick drink in between appointments. A really quick drink.*
OOC: This post for plot purposes only
OOC: This post for plot purposes only
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 09:48 pmsendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com[OOM: Upstairs, family and friends adjust to all the changes in their relationships. Or, The Pace Family Dinner.]
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 09:51 pmiwasalevel6.livejournal.comTony's inna bar. Open season for whoever wants to talk to/yell at him.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 09:54 pmnotyour-broom.livejournal.com*Broom sweeps through, carefully cleaning the room. And later. . . well, there's a jar of polish with Bar's name on it*
oneman_onevoteVetinari is in the Bar. No, you won't have seen him come in - he seems to have an aversion to being seen moving. But obviously he did come in, and acquired his usual black coffee, and is sitting in the least comfortable chair he could see. He does not look Happy and Relaxed and a People Person.* But it's not a look far removed from that. Gosh.
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* Because honestly, who ever does look like that?**
** Apart from Captain Carrot.
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* Because honestly, who ever does look like that?**
** Apart from Captain Carrot.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 10:06 pmlastgunslingerRoland comes downstairs, still wearing his brown duster.
He is not whistling. Nor does he look smug.
It may, however, be noted that he passed a very pleasurable night last night...
...and morning this morning.
He goes to the bar and asks for steak.
He is not whistling. Nor does he look smug.
It may, however, be noted that he passed a very pleasurable night last night...
...and morning this morning.
He goes to the bar and asks for steak.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 10:10 pmiustus_rexAnd again, there's an Edmund in the bar, this time with both his notebook and a sketchbook.
He's also at a booth instead of a table, this evening.
He still has tea, though.
He's also at a booth instead of a table, this evening.
He still has tea, though.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 10:41 pmjoewithnoname.livejournal.comJoe comes down to the bar to get some dinner. "Steak fajitas and a beer please, bar."
The bar produces a glass of water. In a paper cup.
Joe eyes his tab.
"Well, shit."
The bar produces a glass of water. In a paper cup.
Joe eyes his tab.
"Well, shit."
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 10:43 pmkey-youth-bert.livejournal.comCuthbert is on the couch by the fire. He's asleep.
Judging from the fact that he's sitting up, and the fact that there's a mug of coffee in his lap, held between his hands, he's probably just nodded off, as opposed to having planned a nap on the couch tonight.
Let's hope for his sake that he doesn't get woken up by spilling his coffee, hm?
Judging from the fact that he's sitting up, and the fact that there's a mug of coffee in his lap, held between his hands, he's probably just nodded off, as opposed to having planned a nap on the couch tonight.
Let's hope for his sake that he doesn't get woken up by spilling his coffee, hm?
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 10:47 pmhonest-johns.livejournal.comAlain comes down the stairs and into the bar. Jeans, boots, dark green chambray shirt, and guns as ever.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 10:48 pmnotinthefett.livejournal.comSomeone looks lively this evening.
Well, he isn't technically yet, but the paperwork all seems to be in order.
This is cause for drinking!
Drinking!
Well, he isn't technically yet, but the paperwork all seems to be in order.
This is cause for drinking!
Drinking!
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 11:31 pmaction-antihero.livejournal.comJack's back in the bar, sitting in a chair by the fire and reading The Two Towers. He's up to the siege at Helm's Deep, so forgive him if he doesn't notice you at first.
mnt_mikeChances are you didn't notice. You know, when the front door just opened? Yeah, it does that all the time, this time? Nothing special. Chances are even greater that you didn't see the unassuming guy walk through. There's really nothing at all exceptional about him what so ever. He could have stumbled off any of a dozen American college campuses.
Same sort of vacant look as all the rest. He even has a backpack slung over one shoulder. Incidentally, the orange backpack matches the stripes of his Shell top Adidas sneakers.
Or maybe...that's just what he wants you to think.
Same sort of vacant look as all the rest. He even has a backpack slung over one shoulder. Incidentally, the orange backpack matches the stripes of his Shell top Adidas sneakers.
Or maybe...that's just what he wants you to think.
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Apr. 3rd, 2005 11:50 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_righthandman_/[OOM: After a conversation with Kim in which Chase discovers that yes, Jack would indeed be willing to shoot him under certain circumstances, he commences with the breakage (again) down by the lake.]
