May. 31st, 2005
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notashortbean.livejournal.comThere are five stages of grief, sayeth the sages (and Dr. Phil, but then again, Ed came from a world thankfully devoid of such and sundry as the Oprah Winfrey show and Dr. Phil, so that's hardly on his mind at the moment): Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance.
Ed's been dead a lot lately, most recently on the flip side of the duality that comprises his reality, which certainly qualifies as something to grieve over. Furthermore, he's not only lost, he's lost others in turn; Al, Rose, Winry, even that damned smug-faced Colonel. Stranded in some flat-out weird dimension with way too many perverts for his preference, no way out in sight, Ed's got reason to grieve, for true.
Ed being Ed, though, he's managed to hotwire Denial and Anger together into one perpetual motion device of rage, capable of powering him on for who knows how many days. Right now, he's out back, spinning in a furious display of katas as he works through all this excess energy. His limbs strike out at opponents only he can see, and if those imaginary foes don't keel over from the force of his blows, well, they're made of stouter stuff than most. For a guy his size, he looks pretty intimidating, whirling and flailing as he does.
...then again, the giant sword sticking out of his right arm and the miscellaneous weapons he's alchemizing from thin air might have something to do with how menacing he currently appears. Go fig.
[Current time for me is 12:09 A.M., PST; I'll probably be awake for an hour or so, in case anybody stops by, after which I'll be slowtiming and responding to any replies in the morning. :-)]
Ed's been dead a lot lately, most recently on the flip side of the duality that comprises his reality, which certainly qualifies as something to grieve over. Furthermore, he's not only lost, he's lost others in turn; Al, Rose, Winry, even that damned smug-faced Colonel. Stranded in some flat-out weird dimension with way too many perverts for his preference, no way out in sight, Ed's got reason to grieve, for true.
Ed being Ed, though, he's managed to hotwire Denial and Anger together into one perpetual motion device of rage, capable of powering him on for who knows how many days. Right now, he's out back, spinning in a furious display of katas as he works through all this excess energy. His limbs strike out at opponents only he can see, and if those imaginary foes don't keel over from the force of his blows, well, they're made of stouter stuff than most. For a guy his size, he looks pretty intimidating, whirling and flailing as he does.
...then again, the giant sword sticking out of his right arm and the miscellaneous weapons he's alchemizing from thin air might have something to do with how menacing he currently appears. Go fig.
[Current time for me is 12:09 A.M., PST; I'll probably be awake for an hour or so, in case anybody stops by, after which I'll be slowtiming and responding to any replies in the morning. :-)]
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May. 31st, 2005 12:23 ammr-brautigan.livejournal.comHe'd told Eddie that he'd stop in more often.
So there's a Ted Brautigan at the bar, drinking a root beer.
He has a bag with him. There are books in it.
So there's a Ted Brautigan at the bar, drinking a root beer.
He has a bag with him. There are books in it.
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oneman_onevoteVetinari is in the bar. He is sitting in a chair a little way removed from other patrons, reading a book the bar gave him with deep absorption.
This is a rare occurrence. That he can be noticed, anyway.
[OOC: Vetinari meets and discusses magic and difference between worlds with Iris. Some time later, Puck appears again, and there is sinister wordplay. And then Vetinari starts reading to him, and they discuss Oscar Wilde.]
This is a rare occurrence. That he can be noticed, anyway.
[OOC: Vetinari meets and discusses magic and difference between worlds with Iris. Some time later, Puck appears again, and there is sinister wordplay. And then Vetinari starts reading to him, and they discuss Oscar Wilde.]
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May. 31st, 2005 12:42 amfutures_of_ashRachel is outside now, not seeming to mind the rain or wind, or far less the dark as she sits at the edge of the lake. She seems to be deep in thought, and obsrevant person would note that a series of tattoo slowly fade into reality on her face...
Talking to vampires earlier had probably been bad for her health.
Talking to vampires earlier had probably been bad for her health.
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May. 31st, 2005 01:13 amprydefulKitty is in the bar.
Kitty, for the record, has probably slept five hours in the last three days.
On the bright side, she knows she can go longer than this without sleeping, and the Weddingfrom Hell isn't til Wed, so she has time for a nap.
On the bad side?
She's starting to get sick of caffeinated beverages.
...
Maybe the universe'll end for GOOD this time?
Hmm.
But she has the binder, and she's calm, and mostly awake.
This is good.
Kitty, for the record, has probably slept five hours in the last three days.
On the bright side, she knows she can go longer than this without sleeping, and the Wedding
On the bad side?
She's starting to get sick of caffeinated beverages.
...
Maybe the universe'll end for GOOD this time?
Hmm.
But she has the binder, and she's calm, and mostly awake.
This is good.
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May. 31st, 2005 01:21 amin-it.livejournal.com[OOM: Oops, I broke my woobie.]
There were no goodbyes. No stopping to think. Nothing but a blinding need to leave, to just be rid of the place, by whatever means possible. He hurried down the stairs, and through the bar, which seemed to stretch on for an eternity. He didn't notice if anyone called his name, or even tried to stop him. It didn't matter, not anymore.
Some things he could handle, but this was too much.
The front door was pushed open, and he didn't hesitate before stepping through. It didn't matter that it wasn't his world he was moving into. It wasn't Milliways.
Ladies and gentlemen, Andrew Largeman has left the building.
There were no goodbyes. No stopping to think. Nothing but a blinding need to leave, to just be rid of the place, by whatever means possible. He hurried down the stairs, and through the bar, which seemed to stretch on for an eternity. He didn't notice if anyone called his name, or even tried to stop him. It didn't matter, not anymore.
Some things he could handle, but this was too much.
The front door was pushed open, and he didn't hesitate before stepping through. It didn't matter that it wasn't his world he was moving into. It wasn't Milliways.
Ladies and gentlemen, Andrew Largeman has left the building.
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May. 31st, 2005 02:56 amrebelfaerie.livejournal.comUpstairs in the library someone who was looking might notice some things are different. Namely, Tiki's things are all gone.
Also? Tiki is no where to be found.
There is, however, A Letter For Eska.
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May. 31st, 2005 03:15 amhonest-johns.livejournal.comSometime after this conversation, Alain finds himself outside, sitting on the long stretch of grass with forearms resting on his knees, and watching the mooonlight glimmer off the lake.
If his expression were visible, it would be distant, and inward-turned. It's not, except from close up; the moon's waning near half, and he's sitting out of the way of the light spilling from the bar door.
The night is warm, but there's a breeze off the lake. It's comfortable.
If his expression were visible, it would be distant, and inward-turned. It's not, except from close up; the moon's waning near half, and he's sitting out of the way of the light spilling from the bar door.
The night is warm, but there's a breeze off the lake. It's comfortable.
Message for Helen
May. 31st, 2005 03:51 amhenry-jones-jr.livejournal.comHaving completed the impromptu wedding planning for the evening, Indy makes his way over to the bar and writes a note, shaking his head in disbelief at his idiocy while he pens it on top of the huge binder. With a resigned sigh, he leaves it on the counter and let's it fade away as he heads upstairs.
( Dear Helen... )
( Dear Helen... )
wellthrownstone.livejournal.com*Garion is behind the bar. Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles. The coffee is started, the kettle is on, and he's munchin on toast.*
What'll it be?
What'll it be?
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May. 31st, 2005 04:32 amlastgunslinger[OOC: After the huge FF-DT palaver, Roland, Ted, and Alain go upstairs to discuss what happened.]
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May. 31st, 2005 06:02 amiwasalevel6.livejournal.com[ OOM: Tony can't sleep. Michelle is there for comfort and schmoop. Yeah, you know, spoilers for s4 and all that jazz. Comes with the territory. ]
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May. 31st, 2005 06:08 amgiftedthom.livejournal.com[OOC: Post-Milliways Post: post-birthday Lucifer and Thom. No warning, really.]
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May. 31st, 2005 09:07 amgone_byebye[OOM: In the animated continuum, Ray deals with lingering Peter issues.]
Possibly the strongest sign that the person who came through Milliways' door the other night is not the Ray everyone here knows is the fact that mornings don't seem to bother him in the slightest. True, he navigates the stairs very, very slowly, but once he's on safe, level ground he seems quite awake and capable of navigating his way to the bar without groping for coffee the way a zombie does for brains.
He doesn't even have green fuzzy slippers on.
[Summary: Cartoon!Ray is met, in order, by the Flash, Ivy, and Peter Venkman. Promptly mistaken for the original by all three, there is confusion in each thread before matters settle out a bit. Flash updates Ray on what his original self did at Milliways; Ray reveals that they're making a movie in his home world, and the fact that the movie is fiction where Barry comes from is finally out in the open. Ivy gets confused by the existence of two different people with Ray's color, but Ray explains it to her and gets complimented for it. And Peter catches on to the multiplicity problem very quickly indeed, but promptly comes down with a case of the willies as Ray explains about the movie being produced in his world, and the actors involved.]
Possibly the strongest sign that the person who came through Milliways' door the other night is not the Ray everyone here knows is the fact that mornings don't seem to bother him in the slightest. True, he navigates the stairs very, very slowly, but once he's on safe, level ground he seems quite awake and capable of navigating his way to the bar without groping for coffee the way a zombie does for brains.
He doesn't even have green fuzzy slippers on.
[Summary: Cartoon!Ray is met, in order, by the Flash, Ivy, and Peter Venkman. Promptly mistaken for the original by all three, there is confusion in each thread before matters settle out a bit. Flash updates Ray on what his original self did at Milliways; Ray reveals that they're making a movie in his home world, and the fact that the movie is fiction where Barry comes from is finally out in the open. Ivy gets confused by the existence of two different people with Ray's color, but Ray explains it to her and gets complimented for it. And Peter catches on to the multiplicity problem very quickly indeed, but promptly comes down with a case of the willies as Ray explains about the movie being produced in his world, and the actors involved.]
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May. 31st, 2005 09:29 amblind-courage.livejournal.comAnother day, another smiling face. Ivy was perched at the bar, eating her breakfast. Bar gave her strawberries for her oatmeal, and this pleased her very much, as they were rare back home.
Come tell her something new (which is just about anything, really.)
((OOC: Mun is now going home to sleep off evil allergy meds. I will likely be back sometime this evening.))
Come tell her something new (which is just about anything, really.)
((OOC: Mun is now going home to sleep off evil allergy meds. I will likely be back sometime this evening.))
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May. 31st, 2005 10:42 amiustus_rexEdmund comes downstairs mid-morning. His mun is exhausted and hyped up on coffee because of working at 7am.
He has a baby in his arms.
This is not his fault.
He gets tea and a bottle of formula from Bar, and then hesitates and gets some watered-down apple juice as well, and sits at a table in the middle of the bar.
With a high chair.
He smiles at Derry, who's giggling at him, and yet around the corners of the smile perhaps one can tell that while he is not quite entirely out of his league, it's... pretty close.
(But then, it's not every night that the anthropomorphic personification of insanity among other things hands you her daughter and tells you that if she gets hurt, you will beg for Death to send you to hell, after all.)
He has a baby in his arms.
This is not his fault.
He gets tea and a bottle of formula from Bar, and then hesitates and gets some watered-down apple juice as well, and sits at a table in the middle of the bar.
With a high chair.
He smiles at Derry, who's giggling at him, and yet around the corners of the smile perhaps one can tell that while he is not quite entirely out of his league, it's... pretty close.
(But then, it's not every night that the anthropomorphic personification of insanity among other things hands you her daughter and tells you that if she gets hurt, you will beg for Death to send you to hell, after all.)
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May. 31st, 2005 11:33 amawesome_lillyLilly is curled up in a booth with coffee. She looks thoughtful, but not in a bad way, and there's a notebook lying on the table beside her.
[Summary: Lilly and Ace discover that Lilly has never blown anything up, and set off to remedy this travesty immediately. Lilly meets Barry and chats about psycho harpists, talks to Kitty about weddings and receives a jug of Better Than Babies, and talks to Pete about scones - life, basically. They're still talking.]
[Summary: Lilly and Ace discover that Lilly has never blown anything up, and set off to remedy this travesty immediately. Lilly meets Barry and chats about psycho harpists, talks to Kitty about weddings and receives a jug of Better Than Babies, and talks to Pete about scones - life, basically. They're still talking.]
doc-venkman.livejournal.comAnd Peter had been busy. In addition to continued study into psychic defense, PKE emanations in terms of the human body, he'd also been brushing up on his neglected courses dealing with therapy. So, now armed with a steaming mug of coffee in hand, and some brunch, he sets up shop at a prominent table with a equally prominent sign:
Dr. Peter Venkman, Ph.D
Psychologist and Parapsychologist.
(And in a homage to Peanuts, there's a easily changable sign that's currently reads:)
The Doctor isInOut
((OOC Summary: Peter meets Guppy, and relate over the misery that is being Bound. Suggests about a Milliways Medical staff. Also sees Michelle again))
Dr. Peter Venkman, Ph.D
Psychologist and Parapsychologist.
(And in a homage to Peanuts, there's a easily changable sign that's currently reads:)
The Doctor is
((OOC Summary: Peter meets Guppy, and relate over the misery that is being Bound. Suggests about a Milliways Medical staff. Also sees Michelle again))
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May. 31st, 2005 11:46 ammnt_raph*Raph is a the bar eating breakfast and humming.
Wait...is that typed correctly? Is he really humming?
NO...can't be I mean, you can't hum when you're angry, so clearly Raph can't be humming.
Or maybe, he's just not angry.
Curiouser and curiouser.*
Wait...is that typed correctly? Is he really humming?
NO...can't be I mean, you can't hum when you're angry, so clearly Raph can't be humming.
Or maybe, he's just not angry.
Curiouser and curiouser.*
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May. 31st, 2005 12:08 pmlvpd_sidleFormer CSI inna bar. Not that surprising. The former CSI in question is curled up on a couch, sleeping despite what the icon might show.
That is somewhat surprising.
Wake with caution.
That is somewhat surprising.
Wake with caution.
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May. 31st, 2005 12:10 pmslayer_frayComing in from her swim, Mel sits down at a table with a giant great breakfast of... well, all sorts of things. Mostly dead animal, but there' batter products, and some of that might have once been a potato.
She has a guide to the British Museum open in front of her, which she's flicking through absently, occasionally pausing in her breakfast to make notes on a journalist's pad.
It could be she's planning a tourist visit to the first public national museum in the world, to see a wealth of artefacts from a once glorious empire, and learn as much as she can about worldwide cultures from the archaeological evidence.
Given what we know about Melaka Fray, best thief in Haddyn, how likely do we think that is?
She has a guide to the British Museum open in front of her, which she's flicking through absently, occasionally pausing in her breakfast to make notes on a journalist's pad.
It could be she's planning a tourist visit to the first public national museum in the world, to see a wealth of artefacts from a once glorious empire, and learn as much as she can about worldwide cultures from the archaeological evidence.
Given what we know about Melaka Fray, best thief in Haddyn, how likely do we think that is?
asar-suti.livejournal.comAsar-Suti slouches on the sofa by the fireplace, drinks coffee, and reads a book.
It's a medieval murder mystery, not quite as fascinating and thought-provoking as 'The Name Of The Rose', but - nice, somehow. It has monks, and religion, as well; and a herb garden instead of a library, fertile fields instead of barren mountains.
The purple god of magic will welcome anybody who'd like to talk to him, though.
[OOC: mun's at work; the usual caution about being slow or intermittent applies.]]
It's a medieval murder mystery, not quite as fascinating and thought-provoking as 'The Name Of The Rose', but - nice, somehow. It has monks, and religion, as well; and a herb garden instead of a library, fertile fields instead of barren mountains.
The purple god of magic will welcome anybody who'd like to talk to him, though.
[OOC: mun's at work; the usual caution about being slow or intermittent applies.]]
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May. 31st, 2005 01:47 pmheartlessgiggle.livejournal.comMarrow sits at the piano, not playing, but looking at the keys. Her fingers hovering above them. She flicks her wrists to begin playing but then stops and brings her hands down to her side. She stands up and walks over to the bar, sitting down at it she turns so she can see the piano. She glares at it before turning her back to it. She taps the bar and asks for a water.
Come talk to her? She could use a distraction from the music in her head, that she can't quite seem to get to flow to her fingers.
Come talk to her? She could use a distraction from the music in her head, that she can't quite seem to get to flow to her fingers.
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May. 31st, 2005 01:57 pmleplusbeau*Fleur pads downstairs in jeans and a too small shirt. And a smile, but everyone knows that by now and only wants to stab her a lot a little for it. Mushy mushy mushy.*
*She curls up in a booth with ankle tucked under her leg, The Prophet, and steaming cup of tea.*
*She curls up in a booth with ankle tucked under her leg, The Prophet, and steaming cup of tea.*
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May. 31st, 2005 02:08 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_chappy_/Ryan is at the bar, a cup of coffee and a half-eaten sandwich in front of him. He's hoping to see a few people so he can give them the latest information on the investigation.
[OOC: Ryan talks to Jack about their investigation and what's been happening in the bar, Ryan and Elaine have small talk, play cards and are generally schmoopy then Ryan and a drunk!Audrey have a rather random conversation that ends with him helping her to her room.]
[OOC: Ryan talks to Jack about their investigation and what's been happening in the bar, Ryan and Elaine have small talk, play cards and are generally schmoopy then Ryan and a drunk!Audrey have a rather random conversation that ends with him helping her to her room.]
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May. 31st, 2005 02:34 pmalways-dignity.livejournal.com*There's a dancer in the bar. He's... dancing. Tapping, anyway, though you can't hear it.*
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May. 31st, 2005 02:46 pmmortisbelle.livejournal.comThere is a robed figure in a booth. Midnight blue robes with golden trimmings. Hood concealing face. On the table, there are three leather-bound books. The person might be looking for someone, or for general socialization.
(***Feel free to bug the mysterious one...***)
(***Feel free to bug the mysterious one...***)
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May. 31st, 2005 03:08 pmhighking.livejournal.com[OOM: By the lake, Peter and Lilly make up. Again. But do not make out. Sorry.]
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May. 31st, 2005 03:10 pmtransgenic-max.livejournal.comThere's a somewhat tired-looking Max in the bar, sipping a cup of coffee and flipping idly through a notebook. She doesn't seem to be too busy, just passing time.
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May. 31st, 2005 03:12 pmloyaltyinmotion.livejournal.comJason steps lightly into the bar. He had a good night last night. And LOOK! Someone has put bacon in his sandwich. With bacon, there can be no bad day.
OOC:Mun only has a few hours, but will catch up tonight after work (10 CST)
OOC:Mun only has a few hours, but will catch up tonight after work (10 CST)
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May. 31st, 2005 03:35 pmaudieraines.livejournal.com[ OOM: Audrey wakes up in Jack's room. Millitimed to Sunday morning. ]
You would think an educated woman would learn from her mistakes. Yet, Audrey Raines is at it again, this time at the bar. She's on her second glass of wine and is looking fairly miserable. Glances at the wall--or what would be the door to those unBound--are met with even more woeful expressions.
If someone would be so kind as to take her wine away...
You would think an educated woman would learn from her mistakes. Yet, Audrey Raines is at it again, this time at the bar. She's on her second glass of wine and is looking fairly miserable. Glances at the wall--or what would be the door to those unBound--are met with even more woeful expressions.
If someone would be so kind as to take her wine away...
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May. 31st, 2005 03:39 pmiris-attitude.livejournal.comIris is asleep on the sofa, every once in a while she jerks violently and wakes up for a moment, then goes back to sleep. Feel free to wake, if you are so inclined.
[OOC: mun still here, bother please.]
[OOC: mun still here, bother please.]
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May. 31st, 2005 03:42 pmmaid-of-astolat.livejournal.comElaine strolls into the bar, stops at the bar proper and gets a beer. She decides to sit and stay for a few moments.
Come and talk to her!
Come and talk to her!
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May. 31st, 2005 04:19 pmsendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com[OOM: Sawyer and Claire after the pirate party, millitimed to Saturday night. Adultish.]
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May. 31st, 2005 04:44 pmeternal-boy.livejournal.com[After the Rescue by Faith, David, Connor, and Alex(slowtimed), some medical help by Natalie, some major cleaning of Nick's apartment by all assembled, and this scene between Nick and Alex(slowtimed)...]
The party from Toronto returns, successful but certainly not victorious. Faith's eyes are haunted as she carries Nick through the door, his hand slipping away from the knob as he'd used the last of his strength for the moment to open it. Fate had been kind and opened it to Milliways on the first try.
Connor's expression is hard, harder than usual, and he looks as if he'd be seeking out Scotch at the first available opportunity.
David seems almost solemn, certainly concerned...a little lost.
And Alex is...Alex is hard. Hard and cold and blank as slate and his hand stays on Nick's head, in his hair, eyes watching carefully to make sure there isn't the slightest wince from him even in sleep. He follows as Faith carries Nick upstairs. She returns to look at the two others for a moment. There seems to be a general concensus as the three look at one another...and then they disperse.
It's over.
For better or worse.
The party from Toronto returns, successful but certainly not victorious. Faith's eyes are haunted as she carries Nick through the door, his hand slipping away from the knob as he'd used the last of his strength for the moment to open it. Fate had been kind and opened it to Milliways on the first try.
Connor's expression is hard, harder than usual, and he looks as if he'd be seeking out Scotch at the first available opportunity.
David seems almost solemn, certainly concerned...a little lost.
And Alex is...Alex is hard. Hard and cold and blank as slate and his hand stays on Nick's head, in his hair, eyes watching carefully to make sure there isn't the slightest wince from him even in sleep. He follows as Faith carries Nick upstairs. She returns to look at the two others for a moment. There seems to be a general concensus as the three look at one another...and then they disperse.
It's over.
For better or worse.
By the Lake
May. 31st, 2005 05:07 pmthe_seafarerLast night
Caspian is out by the lakeside, planing down a thin piece of wood to fit the slowly growing skeleton of a boat beside him. Despite the cool weather, he is working at shaping the wood hard enough to bring sweat out onto his forehead. Next to him is a rapidly cooling pint-pot of tea and a few biscuits. He is whistling as he works.
Caspian is out by the lakeside, planing down a thin piece of wood to fit the slowly growing skeleton of a boat beside him. Despite the cool weather, he is working at shaping the wood hard enough to bring sweat out onto his forehead. Next to him is a rapidly cooling pint-pot of tea and a few biscuits. He is whistling as he works.
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May. 31st, 2005 05:17 pmezekiel-36-27.livejournal.comZeke is in the bar.
Whoop de friggin do.
He has beer.
Whoop de friggin do.
No Jets game on, though. Only crappy thing about this place.
Whoop de friggin do.
He has beer.
Whoop de friggin do.
No Jets game on, though. Only crappy thing about this place.
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May. 31st, 2005 06:01 pmjedipilot.livejournal.comJaina's at a booth, a small smile on her face as she continues to slowly read her book. Primer and a glass of blue milk sit on the table nearby. Despite her worries, she's in a really good mood. Might have something to do with a couple decisions she made last night.
[summary: Jaina apologizes to Sawyer and the two of them discuss blue milk before. They then go to the bar, so Jaina can introduce Sawyer to Jag.]
[summary: Jaina apologizes to Sawyer and the two of them discuss blue milk before. They then go to the bar, so Jaina can introduce Sawyer to Jag.]
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May. 31st, 2005 06:12 pmballetrat*Meg trots into the bar from out back, wiping her forehead with a bit of cloth, and sits down at the bar for something cold. It's beginning to get hot out there.*
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May. 31st, 2005 06:53 pmwine-women-song.livejournal.comSo it was that Dionysus walked into Milliways and made himself rather comfortable at a barstool, being available for conversation, snogging, silliness, and general fracas.
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May. 31st, 2005 06:54 pmrebelfaerie.livejournal.comTiki has been curled up into a ball, crying hysterically for most of the day. She is well hidden. For someone her size, it is rather important to be able to hide yourself from time to time.
She is unaware of anything that is going on around her. She can only focus on what has happened - what she has done and her rather intense fear of The Nice Lady hating her.
However, after crying for almost an entire twenty-four hours, she is beginning to fret. What if Puck has already gotten to The Nice Lady? What if I can do something to help her? But I am so little! And my powers are nothing, especially compared to The Nice Lady or other people. But I do have a few powers. And maybe I can help a little bit. But I don't know where she is! I can't do anything if I don't know what's going on.
There are moments where she does nothing but rock, biting her lip tightly. And then Tiki has an idea, and a rose appears in the wood that Tiki is standing on. When it is about Tiki's height it stops growing, and begins to bloom. When the petals are fully extended some dew puddles in the middle of the rose, and Eska appears.
"She seems to be okay, so far." Tiki says, obviously relieved. "Puck must not have done anything to her yet. Or maybe he won't...I hope he won't hurt her.
Because....She's My Nice Lady."
And a single sugar tear rolls down Tiki's face.
[OOC: Note: Tiki is currently in a place where she cannot be found.]
She is unaware of anything that is going on around her. She can only focus on what has happened - what she has done and her rather intense fear of The Nice Lady hating her.
However, after crying for almost an entire twenty-four hours, she is beginning to fret. What if Puck has already gotten to The Nice Lady? What if I can do something to help her? But I am so little! And my powers are nothing, especially compared to The Nice Lady or other people. But I do have a few powers. And maybe I can help a little bit. But I don't know where she is! I can't do anything if I don't know what's going on.
There are moments where she does nothing but rock, biting her lip tightly. And then Tiki has an idea, and a rose appears in the wood that Tiki is standing on. When it is about Tiki's height it stops growing, and begins to bloom. When the petals are fully extended some dew puddles in the middle of the rose, and Eska appears.
"She seems to be okay, so far." Tiki says, obviously relieved. "Puck must not have done anything to her yet. Or maybe he won't...I hope he won't hurt her.
Because....She's My Nice Lady."
And a single sugar tear rolls down Tiki's face.
[OOC: Note: Tiki is currently in a place where she cannot be found.]
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May. 31st, 2005 07:47 pmprettyhelen.livejournal.comHelen's in the bar, with tea and tray. She may look a bit distracted, but bother her anyway. She really could use the company!
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May. 31st, 2005 07:47 pmgorlim.livejournal.comGorlim in the bar. Gorlim looking shifty. Gorlim trying to hide his dog in his jacket until he can determine whether the critter is allowed in here.
Come play with Gorlim. :D
[And tell the mun what the new crack chat name is cuz the mun's too dedz0rz to backread a week of the back room. >.> ]
Come play with Gorlim. :D
[And tell the mun what the new crack chat name is cuz the mun's too dedz0rz to backread a week of the back room. >.> ]
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May. 31st, 2005 08:30 pmjoker-is-wild.livejournal.comHe's singing again.
( Killer Klowns From Outer Space )
(Summary: Iris comes over and they flirt a bit, then head off to Claire's table to give her a table dance. Puck comes over and he and Joker snark at each other.)
( Killer Klowns From Outer Space )(Summary: Iris comes over and they flirt a bit, then head off to Claire's table to give her a table dance. Puck comes over and he and Joker snark at each other.)
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May. 31st, 2005 08:38 pmawesome_lillyLilly has a jug. Kitty gave it to her, it has buzzwater and chocolate powder and vodka in it and explains why Kitty is her new favorite person. It also explains why she is practically vibrating on her barstool. She's waiting for Ace, but anyone who is not terrified of an overly caffeinated Lilly is welcome to approach.
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May. 31st, 2005 08:50 pmnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comAce and Lilly together in close proximity is worrying even at the best of times. The sight of Lilly carrying a huge overstuffed duffle bag and Ace carrying the knapsack she generally keeps her explosives in, marching out the Lakeside door together, is downright frightening. Perhaps concerned patrons should stop them and find out what's going on.
oops.
They're gone. Best chase after them.
[Summary: Lilly and Ace head off to the far side of the lake, where they meet up with Alain before beginning to blow poor defenceless stuffed creatures to tiny bits. (slowtimed). Bebe!Charlie stops them before they get out the door, however, for a brief conversation on exorcising childhood demons. Poor bebe!Charlie. Claire glomps Ace with news of Sawyer's confession, and the conversation eventually turns to astrology. Wolf also wanders by, looking for Andrew Largeman. Alas, neither of the girls have seen him.]
oops.
They're gone. Best chase after them.
[Summary: Lilly and Ace head off to the far side of the lake, where they meet up with Alain before beginning to blow poor defenceless stuffed creatures to tiny bits. (slowtimed). Bebe!Charlie stops them before they get out the door, however, for a brief conversation on exorcising childhood demons. Poor bebe!Charlie. Claire glomps Ace with news of Sawyer's confession, and the conversation eventually turns to astrology. Wolf also wanders by, looking for Andrew Largeman. Alas, neither of the girls have seen him.]
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May. 31st, 2005 08:52 pmla-calice.livejournal.comUtena comes down the stairs and takes a quick look around the room before heading to the kitchen.
A pink rose is pinned carefully to her chest.
A pink rose is pinned carefully to her chest.
notinthefett.livejournal.comPost for Wedding. Wedding post. Start yer threads.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/notinthefett/9392.html
http://www.livejournal.com/users/notinthefett/9392.html
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May. 31st, 2005 08:58 pmfaithful-slayer.livejournal.comFaith comes into the bar from the Staff Wing, her hair pulled back out of her face.
She is white, all over, except her eyes, which are bloodshot.
There is evidence of a recent and prolonged crying jag.
She goes to the bar and acquires coffee but no food, making a beeline for the fireplace.
All in all...this can't be good.
She is white, all over, except her eyes, which are bloodshot.
There is evidence of a recent and prolonged crying jag.
She goes to the bar and acquires coffee but no food, making a beeline for the fireplace.
All in all...this can't be good.
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May. 31st, 2005 09:00 pmmilliways_sawyerSawyer's sitting in his booth with his whiskey. The fact that his hair is pulled back into a ponytail just might have something to do with the fact that Claire seemed to like it.
No, he's not whipped. Shut up.
[Summary: Sawyer meets a wee little Charlie and welcomes the kid the best way he knows how... by trying his damnedest to make him uncomfortable.]
No, he's not whipped. Shut up.
[Summary: Sawyer meets a wee little Charlie and welcomes the kid the best way he knows how... by trying his damnedest to make him uncomfortable.]
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May. 31st, 2005 09:13 pmson-of-all.livejournal.comAtreyu has a lot of patience. He can wait motionless in the waving grass for hours; he can sit still as stone on Falkor's back while the luckdragon flys in his sleep. Just now, however, his patience is running just...a little...thin.
He's opened the door thirty-two times since finding himself in the bar, and it has yet to open back on anything but a linen closet. Never Fantasia.
Hitting his fist against the wall beside the door doesn't help, either, but it is satisfying in a particularly useless sort of way.
(Summary in progress: Atreyu meets the authority that is Tim, who confirms that creatures are Bound for a reason; Atreyu meets the Beast and they exchange the power of true names; Caspian is almost hit in the head, then he and Atreyu discuss the natures of Fantasia and Narnia. Slowtime continuing?)
He's opened the door thirty-two times since finding himself in the bar, and it has yet to open back on anything but a linen closet. Never Fantasia.
Hitting his fist against the wall beside the door doesn't help, either, but it is satisfying in a particularly useless sort of way.
(Summary in progress: Atreyu meets the authority that is Tim, who confirms that creatures are Bound for a reason; Atreyu meets the Beast and they exchange the power of true names; Caspian is almost hit in the head, then he and Atreyu discuss the natures of Fantasia and Narnia. Slowtime continuing?)
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May. 31st, 2005 09:20 pmnonookie4u.livejournal.comLysistrata waddles down the stairs, puts up a small sign by the bar, then waddles back up to her room with a large pitcher of ice water, keftedes (deep-fried meatballs) and a large bowl of ice cream. Apparently the Bar knows the cravings of pregnant women because there are enough of them.
( The sign )
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May. 31st, 2005 09:28 pmiris-attitude.livejournal.comAfter a brief period of finding herself, you can now find Iris sitting at the bar...in a tight black dress...getting tipsy off of shots of Illusions. There are about five empty shot glasses in front of her and she really could use some distracting.
[OOC:Iris and Asmodean talk about his recent duel, Iris plays a song, and is generally too cheerful for her mun's liking]
[OOC:Iris and Asmodean talk about his recent duel, Iris plays a song, and is generally too cheerful for her mun's liking]
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May. 31st, 2005 09:33 pmempath-wiggin.livejournal.com[OOM: Val out on the town. ]
The door to the bar is thrown open and three bags are tossed in carelessly. One is pink with white stripes. Another looks like a bookstore bag, and another is black with red words, looking strangely like a Hot Topics bag. From out of the door, a voice calls out. "You'll never guess this conversation I had with the woman at the bookstore, Kitty...." Into the bar comes a medium-height woman, tall lace-up boots and fishnet panty hose first. Then, a green-and-black tulle skirt can be seen, and a peasant top with black corset. Finally, her now-black with green stripes dyed hair is seen along with confused hazel eyes. "Oh, uh. I don't think I'm in Kitty's apartment anymore. Force, she's gonna kill me." Valentine is back. For now.
The door to the bar is thrown open and three bags are tossed in carelessly. One is pink with white stripes. Another looks like a bookstore bag, and another is black with red words, looking strangely like a Hot Topics bag. From out of the door, a voice calls out. "You'll never guess this conversation I had with the woman at the bookstore, Kitty...." Into the bar comes a medium-height woman, tall lace-up boots and fishnet panty hose first. Then, a green-and-black tulle skirt can be seen, and a peasant top with black corset. Finally, her now-black with green stripes dyed hair is seen along with confused hazel eyes. "Oh, uh. I don't think I'm in Kitty's apartment anymore. Force, she's gonna kill me." Valentine is back. For now.
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May. 31st, 2005 09:35 pmriver_meimeiRiver steps through the door, looking around herself with interest.
That lasts for approximately ten steps before she falters, staring at the ground.
There are red-gold patches soaked into the floorboards, that smell of honey and flowers. River kneels, bending to look at one from inches away, her hair spreading out about her without ever quite touching the damp smear of what might be blood. She examines it for a long moment.
"Bled," she tells the floor, or the puddle. "Thorns in her heart slice the skin. Samples to ground you. All the flowers died. Roses and lilies and cockleshells."
Then she's up and hurrying towards the staff corridor, face taut and worried, one arm trailing behind her and the other hand clenched around something strung on a long chain around her neck.
That lasts for approximately ten steps before she falters, staring at the ground.
There are red-gold patches soaked into the floorboards, that smell of honey and flowers. River kneels, bending to look at one from inches away, her hair spreading out about her without ever quite touching the damp smear of what might be blood. She examines it for a long moment.
"Bled," she tells the floor, or the puddle. "Thorns in her heart slice the skin. Samples to ground you. All the flowers died. Roses and lilies and cockleshells."
Then she's up and hurrying towards the staff corridor, face taut and worried, one arm trailing behind her and the other hand clenched around something strung on a long chain around her neck.
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May. 31st, 2005 09:38 pmmogget_cat*There is a Bright Shiner at the bar, weaving Charter Marks into a white cloak.*
*No, there is no sunburst insignia.*
*Yet.*
*No, there is no sunburst insignia.*
*
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May. 31st, 2005 09:40 pmbuddyofchrist.livejournal.comBiff, sans Hermione, is defying all laws of physics by lounging on a barstool. It's best not to think about it too much, really.
He's nursing a mimosa and looks fit to burst into a dirge at any moment. Think he's lonely?
He's still wearing the hat.
He's nursing a mimosa and looks fit to burst into a dirge at any moment. Think he's lonely?
He's still wearing the hat.
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May. 31st, 2005 09:44 pmtimsbooks.livejournal.com*Tim is floating crosslegged on his board. He's hovering at about chest height, eyes closed, peacefully meditating. A sign sits before him on the board. "DO YOU HAVE QUESTIONS ABOUT MILLIWAYS? ASK ME, I'M SECURITY. FEEL FREE TO DISTURB."*
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May. 31st, 2005 09:57 pmforsaken-bard.livejournal.comNear the edge of the bar, a portal opens in time and space, and Asmodean floats out in a chair. He keeps the back of the chair to the wall.
The bard is sitting in a padded chair with a black blanket over his lap and splinted legs. His harp rests in his lap. He does not look well. Something simmers deep in his dark eyes.
He begins to play a melody with a bitter edge to it.
The bard is sitting in a padded chair with a black blanket over his lap and splinted legs. His harp rests in his lap. He does not look well. Something simmers deep in his dark eyes.
He begins to play a melody with a bitter edge to it.
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May. 31st, 2005 10:10 pmsendpeanutbtr.livejournal.comClaire is in the bar with her books and her tea and her sleeping son. She's taking turns paying attention to each so you probably won't be distracting her if you come say hello.
[summary: Claire breaks the news to Helen that Indy isn't available, she convinces Jaina to apologize to Sawyer, and then is rescued by Sawyer when the Joker and Iris dance on her table. Lastly, Wolf drops by looking for Andrew.]
[summary: Claire breaks the news to Helen that Indy isn't available, she convinces Jaina to apologize to Sawyer, and then is rescued by Sawyer when the Joker and Iris dance on her table. Lastly, Wolf drops by looking for Andrew.]
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May. 31st, 2005 10:11 pmbadinlatin...And Mal is in the bar. Just looking to unwind, really - lots of stuff going on in his mind. Finding a stool at the bar, he asks the Bar:
"Coffee, please. And cards, too. Tall Card."
A plain mug of black coffee appears in front of Mal alongside what looks like a stack of coasters that have pictures of different types of fruit painted on top. Come play with him.
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May. 31st, 2005 10:16 pmredeemed-one.livejournal.comWill wonders never cease? There is an Anakin in the bar *again*. And he's looking for his granddaughter.
He'll accept other company, too.
He'll accept other company, too.
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May. 31st, 2005 10:17 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy is in the bar for the first time in three days because his mun went to Devon he lost his voice after swallowing copious quantities of pond water. He is at the bar, playing chess with a miniature flamingo. The flamingo is winning, partially because she is cheating, and partially because Guppy is spending most of the time staring into space.
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May. 31st, 2005 10:30 pmmaxwellsdemon02Duo has upgraded from scribbling notes about wards to testing them out. He's got several apples in the middle of his table. (Test subjects.) He's succeeded in making a hard shield of air around one. Now if he could just make it go away. The sphere of air is propped against a book so it and the apple contained within don't roll off the table.
The next ward attempt seems to go well, until Duo tries to touch the apple inside it. A puff of acrid smoke rises from the wards, and Duo leans back, coughing and trying to fan it away. The apple is now blackened and shriveled. He eyes it.
"Um. Not quite."Back to the old drawing board.
The next ward attempt seems to go well, until Duo tries to touch the apple inside it. A puff of acrid smoke rises from the wards, and Duo leans back, coughing and trying to fan it away. The apple is now blackened and shriveled. He eyes it.
"Um. Not quite."
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May. 31st, 2005 10:30 pmgone_byebye[OOM: Ray discovers that a movie is in the works, and is nearly done...]
It's been a long day or two or three for the poor benighted redheaded parapsychologist. He's spent most of that time hanging onto one drink, staring at the door and trying to work up the courage to give the thing a try. Oh, he's talked to a few people, and they've all been very nice, but he keeps hearing Tim's voice quoting Yoda at him in his head. Every time that happens, he winds up taking a sip in an attempt to block the thought of finding himself Bound here out.
He hears Tim's voice a lot, so he's rapidly running out of drink.
Even in Milliways, a glass of alcohol can only last so long. At some point when no one in particular is looking, Ray sets aside his glass and takes a very deep breath. Carefully, resolutely, he makes his way across the relentlessly visually weird room and puts one hand on the doorknob. Please, he thinks, closing his eyes, please don't leave me stuck here...
[Some weeks later, he attends the premiere.]
The door opens at his touch. And the world outside is reassuringly, lovingly, wonderfully flat. The speed of his leap through the door is such that one might be forgiven mistaking the sound of it for a very small thunderclap.
Followed, shortly thereafter, by another one, as a tuxedoed Ray Stantz steps through the door and stares around the bar. "Oh, thank Fnord," he mutters. "That was NOT COOL AT ALL."
[Summary: Having returned from the animated continuum, Ray is greeted by Kitt. They discuss gemstone superstitions, lasers, college, and Kitt's eventual retirement plan.
Shortly thereafter, Ray also encounters Tim Hunter and explains what's just happened to him. They discuss Dan Aykroyd, and then Tim tries to cadge a pair of proton packs out of Ray. Eventually Ray points out that if Tim wants a black hole so bad, all he needs is a collapsing sun...]
It's been a long day or two or three for the poor benighted redheaded parapsychologist. He's spent most of that time hanging onto one drink, staring at the door and trying to work up the courage to give the thing a try. Oh, he's talked to a few people, and they've all been very nice, but he keeps hearing Tim's voice quoting Yoda at him in his head. Every time that happens, he winds up taking a sip in an attempt to block the thought of finding himself Bound here out.
He hears Tim's voice a lot, so he's rapidly running out of drink.
Even in Milliways, a glass of alcohol can only last so long. At some point when no one in particular is looking, Ray sets aside his glass and takes a very deep breath. Carefully, resolutely, he makes his way across the relentlessly visually weird room and puts one hand on the doorknob. Please, he thinks, closing his eyes, please don't leave me stuck here...
[Some weeks later, he attends the premiere.]
The door opens at his touch. And the world outside is reassuringly, lovingly, wonderfully flat. The speed of his leap through the door is such that one might be forgiven mistaking the sound of it for a very small thunderclap.
Followed, shortly thereafter, by another one, as a tuxedoed Ray Stantz steps through the door and stares around the bar. "Oh, thank Fnord," he mutters. "That was NOT COOL AT ALL."
[Summary: Having returned from the animated continuum, Ray is greeted by Kitt. They discuss gemstone superstitions, lasers, college, and Kitt's eventual retirement plan.
Shortly thereafter, Ray also encounters Tim Hunter and explains what's just happened to him. They discuss Dan Aykroyd, and then Tim tries to cadge a pair of proton packs out of Ray. Eventually Ray points out that if Tim wants a black hole so bad, all he needs is a collapsing sun...]
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May. 31st, 2005 10:37 pmsteadfastknightKitt walked into the bar much as someone looked when they were headed to the library - satchel, notebook, pencils, all of it over his shoulder, and he missed a beat when he heard bar-murmurings instead. He was dressed in something near a suit - but then, on him, it looked normal.
Ah, here again, he thought, and he took a seat at a table.
Ah, here again, he thought, and he took a seat at a table.
In the Library
May. 31st, 2005 10:51 pmfemme-wizard.livejournal.comOh bugger.
Eska is not scared of Puck. Not right now. She's worried for Tiki. That comes first. She's currently sitting in her comfortable chair in the library, eyes closed, breathing shallow.
Somewhere out in the woods, a sparrow is desparately searching for a little sprite.
[OOC: heading to bed soon. Don't bother tagging unless you're willing to slowtime. Just establishing where she is]
Eska is not scared of Puck. Not right now. She's worried for Tiki. That comes first. She's currently sitting in her comfortable chair in the library, eyes closed, breathing shallow.
Somewhere out in the woods, a sparrow is desparately searching for a little sprite.
[OOC: heading to bed soon. Don't bother tagging unless you're willing to slowtime. Just establishing where she is]
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May. 31st, 2005 10:56 pmbloodyrockgodIt's fun being here--it really is, despite the mad bombers and the people who make fun of him--but Charlie's got a gig to get back to. He cuddles Seth until the baby's asleep, and writes a quick note which he leaves stuck under Claire's door.
( Dear Claire )
Then back to the front door, which opens to the same wailing singer and crunching chords. He grimaces, but steps through.
( Dear Claire )Then back to the front door, which opens to the same wailing singer and crunching chords. He grimaces, but steps through.
xan-shaped.livejournal.com[Last night, Andrew confronts Xander in his room about him and Mike-- more to the point, telling Raph about him and Mike. Xander, as you can imagine, is not thrilled.]
Out of Milliways: New York, 2005
May. 31st, 2005 11:27 pmhenry-jones-jr.livejournal.com( The imperfect tale behind a perfect wedding... )
[Summary: With 36 hours left on the clock, Kitty and Indy arrive in New York to set up for Warren and Isabel's wedding. But... no rabbi! No-one told them it was non-denominational, or that there was already a Justice of the Peace booked. A mad-cap chase around Manhattan ensues, in which a rabbi is *ahem* found and *ahem* persuaded to officiate. And even more doom awaits when they get him back to the wedding site. Most fun ever!]
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May. 31st, 2005 11:30 pmilducasaggio.livejournal.comOld man in the bar. He doesn't look particularly happy, but then again, nor does he look particularly upset. He just...is, sitting there in his big comfy chair, glass of port cradled in one hand, staff at the lean by his side.
He's glancing about himself every now and then, he's sipping from his glass of port, and if his eyes sometimes seem to shine like cold, hard stones, or if they sometimes seem to flicker, lit from within by unyielding flame, well. Tricks of the light, right? He's just an old man, famous for his moderation and even temper, no less. Tricks of the light. Of course.
He's glancing about himself every now and then, he's sipping from his glass of port, and if his eyes sometimes seem to shine like cold, hard stones, or if they sometimes seem to flicker, lit from within by unyielding flame, well. Tricks of the light, right? He's just an old man, famous for his moderation and even temper, no less. Tricks of the light. Of course.
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May. 31st, 2005 11:40 pmnotjustananimal.livejournal.comWolf returns to the Bar, and sighs. "Piece of paper and a pen please, Bar." They appear and he starts writing.
Moments later, Wolf leaves a note on the Bar, with a "Make sure he gets this, please," spoken softly to the Bar, and goes back into the kitchens.
( To Raph )
Oi. Back to dishes. Nice, safe, dishes. They never run away from you. They just get dirty.
Moments later, Wolf leaves a note on the Bar, with a "Make sure he gets this, please," spoken softly to the Bar, and goes back into the kitchens.
( To Raph )Oi. Back to dishes. Nice, safe, dishes. They never run away from you. They just get dirty.
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May. 31st, 2005 11:40 pmcol-cardboard.livejournal.comJag walks downstairs, still in his black flightsuit with the red piping down the legs and around the cuffs of his sleeves. It's a bit cleaner than it was when he entered, and he has not asked why.
Milliways is breaking his mind enough without bringing laundry into it, thanks.
He takes a seat at the bar and whispers something too low to be heard. Bar apparently understands and rewards him with Csillian Ice Shrimp and... blue milk.
This wasn't exactly what he meant by a traditional Chiss meal, but it will do.
[ooc: summary- Val notices the blue milk, and administers a big dose of Millicanon. Wolf stops by to ask after Largeman, with no luck. Finally, Jaina brings Sawyer over, and the three of them talk. Jag is rather amused at it all, Sawyer might be slightly jealous, and Jaina facepalms. After Sawyer runs off there is Who's The Better Pilot banter, then the two of them head upstairs for the night.]
Milliways is breaking his mind enough without bringing laundry into it, thanks.
He takes a seat at the bar and whispers something too low to be heard. Bar apparently understands and rewards him with Csillian Ice Shrimp and... blue milk.
This wasn't exactly what he meant by a traditional Chiss meal, but it will do.
[ooc: summary- Val notices the blue milk, and administers a big dose of Millicanon. Wolf stops by to ask after Largeman, with no luck. Finally, Jaina brings Sawyer over, and the three of them talk. Jag is rather amused at it all, Sawyer might be slightly jealous, and Jaina facepalms. After Sawyer runs off there is Who's The Better Pilot banter, then the two of them head upstairs for the night.]
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May. 31st, 2005 11:43 pmiwasalevel6.livejournal.comWould you look at that? There's a Tony in the bar. He's eating something that involves a chicken breast and pasta. He's sitting in a seating device commonly called a "booth." As usual, he's not opposed to being disturbed. Especially if you're an attractive brunette named Michelle Dessler.
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May. 31st, 2005 11:57 pmprettymaids*Look! There is a vampire at the bar. There is a dead rose on the table in front of her. Her head is tilted curiously to the side.*
Ring around the Roses,
A pocket full of Posies...
Ring around the Roses,
A pocket full of Posies...
