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Jun. 20th, 2005 12:06 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
geeky-agent.livejournal.com[OOM: The Morning After. Warning for painful awkwardness and angst between Jack and Chris.]
Jun. 20th, 2005
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Jun. 20th, 2005 12:13 ambythebrook.livejournal.comOphelia dashes out of the staff quarters, a whirlwind of skirts and tangled curls, and heads straight towards the door to the lake, regardless of anything in her path.
Which means she may run into people, or somebody might try to stop her before she knocks things over.
Maybe even you.
Which means she may run into people, or somebody might try to stop her before she knocks things over.
Maybe even you.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 12:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kabelecedFor worried staring, nothing beats the fire. Therefore, Regulus is in one of the big squashy chairs near the fireplace, watching the flames dance. He has coffee, but only remembers to have some occasionally.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 12:22 amanthy-rosebride.livejournal.comAnthy heads in from the greenhouse, discarding her jacket and scraping dirt off her shoes at the door. None of the people she's looking for are visible, so she collects a cup of tea and settles by the fireplace.
[OOC: Here for about an hour.]
[OOC: Here for about an hour.]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 12:37 amasar-suti.livejournal.com[[OOM; millitimed to the night from Saturday to Sunday]]
[[Gil shows Asar-Suti how fauns make love]]
[[Warning: faun sex!! Don't read this if there's the slightest chance that you're squicked by the amatory habits of another species. I mean it - you are seriously warned!]]
[[Gil shows Asar-Suti how fauns make love]]
[[Warning: faun sex!! Don't read this if there's the slightest chance that you're squicked by the amatory habits of another species. I mean it - you are seriously warned!]]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 12:44 amhttp://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/OOM: During the Hogsmeade attack, the unBound, future versions of Ron, Hermione, and Harry hide in the basement of Honeydukes.
[Summary: The trio hides and waits instead of escaping, to see if they can at least help after the battle, and when Ron peeks out to see if the coast is clear, they find that they weren't the only ones hiding.
And that the others who were aren't on their side.
(Currently at a cliffhangery slowtime.)]
[Summary: The trio hides and waits instead of escaping, to see if they can at least help after the battle, and when Ron peeks out to see if the coast is clear, they find that they weren't the only ones hiding.
And that the others who were aren't on their side.
(Currently at a cliffhangery slowtime.)]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 12:49 ammnt_raph*The swinging door to the Staff Hallway bursts open, and out walks a very purposeful Raph. He's an ex-turtle on a mission, and it seems that mission's destination is the front door. A door he opens, and then quickly slams shut again when it appears it doesn't open to the right place.
He turns and scans the bar for someone, anyone, who could help.*
He turns and scans the bar for someone, anyone, who could help.*
Preparing to rescue Svava
Jun. 20th, 2005 12:56 amdoc-lecter.livejournal.comSvava has walked out the door.
He immediately heads for the fireplace area, and his voice has the tone of command. "Sir Alanna, take a nap on the couch. I will need you at a second's notice. Yrael, the body if you please. Archie: Go get the medical kit from inside the kitchen door - it's on the counter immediately within and marked with my name.
"Arithon: If you want to help save Svava, please be ready at an instant's notice. I'll be one second away from opening a gate to her and ready to finish casting until I get a signal from the locket I made for her: It's a sense imminent death and beacon, as well as runic protections. With it under her armor, I should know two seconds before she is to die, and be able to open the gate for others to pull her back in through it, and toss out the dead duplicate body we've made."
He sits down in one of the wingbacked chairs and his hands begin making runes rapid-fire, hologrammatic designs flashing in the air behind the fingers, invisible pulses coming fast behind those.
"Lord Dream, I beg you to hear me and answer this plea: Take from me the need for sleep if you will, that Svava might be saved. I will pay the price for sleeplessness gladly after Svava is returned. Please help." A small prayer, sotto voce.
After a time, the spell is all-but-cast, and Hannibal sits, focused. His hand poised, ready to slash out the final rune to rip open the gate between Realities.
He immediately heads for the fireplace area, and his voice has the tone of command. "Sir Alanna, take a nap on the couch. I will need you at a second's notice. Yrael, the body if you please. Archie: Go get the medical kit from inside the kitchen door - it's on the counter immediately within and marked with my name.
"Arithon: If you want to help save Svava, please be ready at an instant's notice. I'll be one second away from opening a gate to her and ready to finish casting until I get a signal from the locket I made for her: It's a sense imminent death and beacon, as well as runic protections. With it under her armor, I should know two seconds before she is to die, and be able to open the gate for others to pull her back in through it, and toss out the dead duplicate body we've made."
He sits down in one of the wingbacked chairs and his hands begin making runes rapid-fire, hologrammatic designs flashing in the air behind the fingers, invisible pulses coming fast behind those.
"Lord Dream, I beg you to hear me and answer this plea: Take from me the need for sleep if you will, that Svava might be saved. I will pay the price for sleeplessness gladly after Svava is returned. Please help." A small prayer, sotto voce.
After a time, the spell is all-but-cast, and Hannibal sits, focused. His hand poised, ready to slash out the final rune to rip open the gate between Realities.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 12:57 amlike-father.livejournal.comIt seemed that Lian was slowly adjusting to living in this strange place called Milliways. Or trying, anyways. She still had to see if she could check with one of the security people to see if she could get a job. She couldn't live on Roy's tab forever, after all.
But for the moment, she was concentrating on practicing her archery outside. She had been able to get the bar to produce a bullseye for her to practice with, and she had set it a good distance away from her as she cocked back her first arrow.
Whenever Lian had a bow and arrow in hand, a cool kind of calmness swept over her. The world around her became a simpler thing as she focused on her target, drawing back the string.
A few seconds after cocking her first arrow, she released it.
Bullseye.
But for the moment, she was concentrating on practicing her archery outside. She had been able to get the bar to produce a bullseye for her to practice with, and she had set it a good distance away from her as she cocked back her first arrow.
Whenever Lian had a bow and arrow in hand, a cool kind of calmness swept over her. The world around her became a simpler thing as she focused on her target, drawing back the string.
A few seconds after cocking her first arrow, she released it.
Bullseye.
prone-to-panic.livejournal.comAfter Svava leaves, Archie breaks away from the rest of the people gathered and lurches towards the far end of the bar.
He can't break down now. He won't.
If there are words spoken to him they do not reach from his ears to his brain.
She's gone.
"Bar, love? I need something strong."
His voice breaks again.
"Make sure there's lots of it."
He can't break down now. He won't.
If there are words spoken to him they do not reach from his ears to his brain.
She's gone.
"Bar, love? I need something strong."
His voice breaks again.
"Make sure there's lots of it."
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Jun. 20th, 2005 04:03 amgorlim.livejournal.comOOM: Gorlim dreams of angels.
Disregard posting time -- this part is meant to come before the post he made earlier in Milli's with the weird poetry. He does not remember dreaming like this and it will not affect how he interacts with any character unless the muns decide to let his OOM dreams carry over. The dreaming post exists simply because Gorlim has an established history of sharing experiences of those he loves through dreams.
Also it's kind of a really fascinating idea for me to play with -- crossing over Tolkien/MESPT canon with Christian doctrine. It's posted here as an OOM refrence because it explains why he's here with bandages on his wrists should that come up in game.
Brief background: Gorlim has many scars left over from his torture by Sauron in actual Tolkien canon. His guilt causes them to appear no matter how many times his body dies -- they are effectively scars on his soul. Intense emotions occasionally cause them to bleed -- mostly the ones on his wrists. And when I say occasionally I mean that it has happened perhaps twice before in this character's 2 and 1/2 year existance.
End explanation.]
Disregard posting time -- this part is meant to come before the post he made earlier in Milli's with the weird poetry. He does not remember dreaming like this and it will not affect how he interacts with any character unless the muns decide to let his OOM dreams carry over. The dreaming post exists simply because Gorlim has an established history of sharing experiences of those he loves through dreams.
Also it's kind of a really fascinating idea for me to play with -- crossing over Tolkien/MESPT canon with Christian doctrine. It's posted here as an OOM refrence because it explains why he's here with bandages on his wrists should that come up in game.
Brief background: Gorlim has many scars left over from his torture by Sauron in actual Tolkien canon. His guilt causes them to appear no matter how many times his body dies -- they are effectively scars on his soul. Intense emotions occasionally cause them to bleed -- mostly the ones on his wrists. And when I say occasionally I mean that it has happened perhaps twice before in this character's 2 and 1/2 year existance.
End explanation.]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 05:19 amnot-a-surgeon.livejournal.comShe wouldn't take long. She knew she wouldn't, because even though Karr was asleep, she should be up beside him. Hangovers were hell, and he was in the middle of a particularly hellish one.
So Bonnie came down to the bar for just a while to get herself something to eat while he was safely napping. And to breathe fresh air.
So Bonnie came down to the bar for just a while to get herself something to eat while he was safely napping. And to breathe fresh air.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 07:52 amb-hawkins.livejournal.com[OOM: Slightly previous, Ben dreams.]
Ben wandered into the bar, moving over to the bar itself and getting a bottle of cola and a box of cigs before wandering over to a booth and sitting down.
Ben wandered into the bar, moving over to the bar itself and getting a bottle of cola and a box of cigs before wandering over to a booth and sitting down.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 08:17 amthe-damsel.livejournal.com[OOM: After this massive homecoming woe on Friday (finally finished after 99 comments, wooooo), April returns home and reflects on certain ex-turtles. Timed to Sunday night.]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 08:21 amdoc-venkman.livejournal.comDr. Venkman was in the Bar, dressed in T-shirt and loose fitting sweat pants. No books today, but he had his coffee.
Seemed to be listening to or for something. Maybe he gets a sense about something happening, or something being wrong. Or maybe it's just going on behavior observations.
Feel free to interrupt, or inform him of recent events.
Seemed to be listening to or for something. Maybe he gets a sense about something happening, or something being wrong. Or maybe it's just going on behavior observations.
Feel free to interrupt, or inform him of recent events.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 08:42 amin-it.livejournal.comAndrew was getting a little sick of there always being something wrong. He was finally in a somewhat stable place mentally, with a positive attitude, and what happened? Well, he wasn't sure what had happened, but he knew it wasn't good because Raph hadn't met him for their morning run.
Tucking into a plate of scrambled eggs and toast at the bar, Andrew tried to hope for the best. He really hated the idea that he and Raph's vacation had been for nothing. He wasn't opposed to company, especially from someone who could tell him what the fuck was going on this time.
Tucking into a plate of scrambled eggs and toast at the bar, Andrew tried to hope for the best. He really hated the idea that he and Raph's vacation had been for nothing. He wasn't opposed to company, especially from someone who could tell him what the fuck was going on this time.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 09:30 amson-of-all.livejournal.comAtreyu is peering at the message board, painstakingly working at reading Asar-Suti's note and unconsciously biting at his lower lip in concentration. He can immediately recognize a number of the words, such as "Midsummer," "party," and of course his own name, but the meaning as a whole requires a little more focused thought.
He would probably (certainly) welcome a distraction.He is also ignoring the d00m.
[Summary: Atreyu's lack of reading skillz brings all the boys to the yard, apparently. First the Andrew-woobie stops by and tells Atreyu about the Midsummer party tomorrow; they also talk about being Bound. Next, Barry shares the content of Asar-Suti's super-sekrit note. Caspian tries to help, but can't even see the super-sekrit!note, so he and Atreyu order food that never comes and talk about Rilian and the enchantment. Raven can't see the note either, but talks to Atreyu about names and the nature of old stories. Atreyu is suitably impressed with a god who might have been his own, under different circumstances.]
He would probably (certainly) welcome a distraction.
[Summary: Atreyu's lack of reading skillz brings all the boys to the yard, apparently. First the Andrew-woobie stops by and tells Atreyu about the Midsummer party tomorrow; they also talk about being Bound. Next, Barry shares the content of Asar-Suti's super-sekrit note. Caspian tries to help, but can't even see the super-sekrit!note, so he and Atreyu order food that never comes and talk about Rilian and the enchantment. Raven can't see the note either, but talks to Atreyu about names and the nature of old stories. Atreyu is suitably impressed with a god who might have been his own, under different circumstances.]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 09:34 amempath-wiggin.livejournal.comOh, my. Val's up early. Clad in what looks to be a strangely pink version of Luke's usual tunic and a pair of green soccer shorts, she yawns and wanders over to Bar, getting a mug of tea. Looking around, she blinks idly at the room. Something just doesn't feel right.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 09:37 amgolden-age-sand.livejournal.com[Upstairs: A Solitary Weekend and a Lunar Dream.]
The Sandman sweeps into the Bar from the upstairs rooms. Red fedora, gold gasmask, purple overcape, green suit, yellow vest.* He looks around like a thief casing a house, then strides over to the Bar.
He doffs his hat, lifts off his mask and sets both on the bar. "Coffee, please."
His regular mug of piping hot encouragement appears.
Taking coffee in hand, Wesley Dodds puts his hat back on, fishes his glasses from his pocket, and turns to face the room. Something's up. Until he figures out just what it is, all he can do is (keep) watch.
The Sandman sweeps into the Bar from the upstairs rooms. Red fedora, gold gasmask, purple overcape, green suit, yellow vest.* He looks around like a thief casing a house, then strides over to the Bar.
He doffs his hat, lifts off his mask and sets both on the bar. "Coffee, please."
His regular mug of piping hot encouragement appears.
Taking coffee in hand, Wesley Dodds puts his hat back on, fishes his glasses from his pocket, and turns to face the room. Something's up. Until he figures out just what it is, all he can do is (keep) watch.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 09:51 amiamnotstorm.livejournal.comSarah was back, she had fallen asleep in the chair near the fire the night before, and had, as she'd predicted, woken up back home, sandwiched between Cat and Bobby on the couch during what was apparently a marathon of worse-than-B horror movies.
That morning, she'd gotten dressed and gone downstairs, grabbed a pop tart and a banana for breakfast on the go and stepped outside, right into Milliways. So, now -getting used to this sort of thing- she was watching the observation window again, banana finshed, nibbling at the pop tart now, trying to make it last since it was Raspberry, with the speckly icing. Her favorite.
(ooc: responses will be slow, as the mun must go and clean her grandfather's house, then go shopping for creamcheese... ooo, creamcheese.)
That morning, she'd gotten dressed and gone downstairs, grabbed a pop tart and a banana for breakfast on the go and stepped outside, right into Milliways. So, now -getting used to this sort of thing- she was watching the observation window again, banana finshed, nibbling at the pop tart now, trying to make it last since it was Raspberry, with the speckly icing. Her favorite.
(ooc: responses will be slow, as the mun must go and clean her grandfather's house, then go shopping for creamcheese... ooo, creamcheese.)
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Jun. 20th, 2005 10:30 amshipscook.livejournal.comEven Akito can feel that something's really wrong, and he barely knows anyone here. From the group clustered over by the fire to the weird tense feeling in the air, he's pretty sure that something somewhere has turned into a disaster.
Then again, it's not like he can do anything about it. So as he comes downstairs he simply glances around a little and heads over to get breakfast. He's going American-style for novelty value, eggs and toast and sausage eaten with chopsticks as he tries to work out what he'll do today.
[So Far: Akito and Stephanie chat for a bit about how to eat toast and Things to do In Milliways When You're Dead. Slowtime-ish.]
Then again, it's not like he can do anything about it. So as he comes downstairs he simply glances around a little and heads over to get breakfast. He's going American-style for novelty value, eggs and toast and sausage eaten with chopsticks as he tries to work out what he'll do today.
[So Far: Akito and Stephanie chat for a bit about how to eat toast and Things to do In Milliways When You're Dead. Slowtime-ish.]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 10:40 amnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comThere's an Ace, in the bar.
Actually, she's curled up in her favorite comfy chair, near the fire.
She looks knackered. Saying goodbye to a friend after dealing with your distraught wizard husband will do that. She probably didn't sleep last night.
She's trying to get it together for tonight. Maybe something stronger than the cocoa she's drinking will help that.
((Summary: Ace talks to Barry, who is happy Ace is not still Klarion-ized. He and Ace talk about the not-joy of being a hero's wife, Tonk's disappearance, and Sara needing to talk to Tim. Ace kindly does not cheer on the Barry/Sara OTP, even though she wants to very much.
Ace meets Akito, who wants to know what a Dalek is. Ace's brain breaks at the image of a Dalek doing counselling, and Ace is not a nonvocal, one-handed dead jedi master.)
Actually, she's curled up in her favorite comfy chair, near the fire.
She looks knackered. Saying goodbye to a friend after dealing with your distraught wizard husband will do that. She probably didn't sleep last night.
She's trying to get it together for tonight. Maybe something stronger than the cocoa she's drinking will help that.
((Summary: Ace talks to Barry, who is happy Ace is not still Klarion-ized. He and Ace talk about the not-joy of being a hero's wife, Tonk's disappearance, and Sara needing to talk to Tim. Ace kindly does not cheer on the Barry/Sara OTP, even though she wants to very much.
Ace meets Akito, who wants to know what a Dalek is. Ace's brain breaks at the image of a Dalek doing counselling, and Ace is not a nonvocal, one-handed dead jedi master.)
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Jun. 20th, 2005 10:44 amsyfte.livejournal.comSyfte is in the bar.
Silent.
Her camera hangs around her neck as usual, but she isn't taking pictures.
Like everyone else, she's got that feeling of numbness about her. It may not be so full-scale horror as some of the others, but she's lost a sister, and it hurts.
It's emptying of everything. Including words. So she drinks tea, and says nothing.
Silent.
Her camera hangs around her neck as usual, but she isn't taking pictures.
Like everyone else, she's got that feeling of numbness about her. It may not be so full-scale horror as some of the others, but she's lost a sister, and it hurts.
It's emptying of everything. Including words. So she drinks tea, and says nothing.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 10:56 amasar-suti.livejournal.comEarly morning in Milliways.
In the bar, there are many people that seem to be very purposeful and occupied with several flavours of doom.
Who certainly don't need an uninvolved god of magic underfoot while they deal with said doom, so after feeding the trilobites and politely ignoring Doctor Lecter at the fireplace, who seemed to be incredibly focused and not at all ready to be thanked for Saturday right now, Asar-Suti takes his happy face outside, out of doom's way.
He sits on a bench with his book and coffee, reading a bit, then looking at the water, the woods, the small white morning clouds, the rushes at the lakeshore, and squinting happily at the rising sun.
Any company very welcome!
[[OOC: mun needs to leave for work at roughly 11 GMT, until then, bring them on.]]
In the bar, there are many people that seem to be very purposeful and occupied with several flavours of doom.
Who certainly don't need an uninvolved god of magic underfoot while they deal with said doom, so after feeding the trilobites and politely ignoring Doctor Lecter at the fireplace, who seemed to be incredibly focused and not at all ready to be thanked for Saturday right now, Asar-Suti takes his happy face outside, out of doom's way.
He sits on a bench with his book and coffee, reading a bit, then looking at the water, the woods, the small white morning clouds, the rushes at the lakeshore, and squinting happily at the rising sun.
Any company very welcome!
[[OOC: mun needs to leave for work at roughly 11 GMT, until then, bring them on.]]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 11:54 amlvpd_sidleUsing her mad CSI observation skillz, Sara has deduced that something is Very Wrong today in the bar. Whatever is Very Wrong probably has nothing to do with her, but she's curious.
Especially since she ordered a salad ten minutes ago and it still hasn't materialized.
Someone want to enlighten her?
[ooc: Will be leaving at 1pm CST. Will return a couple hours afterwards.]
Especially since she ordered a salad ten minutes ago and it still hasn't materialized.
Someone want to enlighten her?
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Jun. 20th, 2005 11:58 amfaithful-slayer.livejournal.comFaith's in the bar, eating lunch.
There's a long knife hanging off her waist, and no telling how many concealed weapons under her clothes.
She's waiting.
There's a long knife hanging off her waist, and no telling how many concealed weapons under her clothes.
She's waiting.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 12:12 pmthe_seafarerIt has been a solitary weekend, working on the boat, on the cradle, and trying not to think too hard, but Caspian has never been a solitary person and so here he is in the bar, ordering lunch. He looks a little down, but he looks around the room for someone he knows--it's been a while since he's talked to some people.
[ooc: Must jet--Raven, Atreyu and Ivy, if you want to slowtime, I'll be back on tomorrow.]
[ooc: Must jet--Raven, Atreyu and Ivy, if you want to slowtime, I'll be back on tomorrow.]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 12:29 pmforsaken-bard.livejournal.comAsmodean is at the piano. To fit the somber mood which seems to have fallen over the bar, a rather gloomy ballad with a dirge-like quality is playing. His hands dance over the keys as seems to be a touch engulfed in the music.
Come and listen to him.
Come and listen to him.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 12:30 pmthe-woodpecker.livejournal.com*It's late in the morning, almost afternoon, when Bernard emerges from the Staff Wing, moving pretty slow.
He walks up to Bar and puts his hands on her, eyes closed in apology. The circles under his eyes are terribly dark, his hair a mess.
She materializes a cup of coffee and a letter.
Bernard reads it and nods, writing a reply.
( Note to Tim Hunter )
He picks up the coffee and starts to walk back to the flat, when he pauses.
Reluctantly, slowly, Bar produces another letter.
Bernard turns, blinking, and picks it up.
He opens it.
There's a clinking sound, as something falls out to land, glittering, on the Bar's warm, shining surface.
Bernard stands there, staring at the letter blankly, for far too long.
He doesn't notice how his hands begin to shake the parchment so hard, there's no way anyone could read it.
He doesn't notice Bar's stain turning from a warm walnut to a deep, dull mahogany.
He doesn't see how she serves slower and slower, even as the patrons look around in confusion.
Eyes bone-dry, Bernard reaches over to pick up Nymphadora's engagement ring. It's really very beautiful.
The parchment crumples in his hand. His head is buzzing, screaming, and he can't breathe can't see can't speak and quickquickquick before he explodes, he stumbles out the lake door to sink down beside a mound of freshly turned earth, eyes too blind to notice the black rose at its apex.*
He walks up to Bar and puts his hands on her, eyes closed in apology. The circles under his eyes are terribly dark, his hair a mess.
She materializes a cup of coffee and a letter.
Bernard reads it and nods, writing a reply.
( Note to Tim Hunter )
He picks up the coffee and starts to walk back to the flat, when he pauses.
Reluctantly, slowly, Bar produces another letter.
Bernard turns, blinking, and picks it up.
He opens it.
There's a clinking sound, as something falls out to land, glittering, on the Bar's warm, shining surface.
Bernard stands there, staring at the letter blankly, for far too long.
He doesn't notice how his hands begin to shake the parchment so hard, there's no way anyone could read it.
He doesn't notice Bar's stain turning from a warm walnut to a deep, dull mahogany.
He doesn't see how she serves slower and slower, even as the patrons look around in confusion.
Eyes bone-dry, Bernard reaches over to pick up Nymphadora's engagement ring. It's really very beautiful.
The parchment crumples in his hand. His head is buzzing, screaming, and he can't breathe can't see can't speak and quickquickquick before he explodes, he stumbles out the lake door to sink down beside a mound of freshly turned earth, eyes too blind to notice the black rose at its apex.*
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Jun. 20th, 2005 12:37 pmgeeky-agent.livejournal.comChris is down in the bar, at the Bar.
She orders a salad and some lemonade. For a moment she's tempted to get something alcoholic but sensibility wins out. Besides, the Bar is moving slow enough with the orders as it is.
Chris grabs a fork and starts poking at her salad. Maybe she'll actually eat some of it. You can come talk to her if you want, she might actually talk back.
She orders a salad and some lemonade. For a moment she's tempted to get something alcoholic but sensibility wins out. Besides, the Bar is moving slow enough with the orders as it is.
Chris grabs a fork and starts poking at her salad. Maybe she'll actually eat some of it. You can come talk to her if you want, she might actually talk back.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 12:41 pmgone_byebyeRay comes in via the front door, company T-shirt on and messenger bag slung over one shoulder. Lunch sounds like a good idea.
He'll notice that there's something Not Right At All eventually, if the rest of the patrons are anything to go by, but for the moment he's still Captain Oblivious.
He'll notice that there's something Not Right At All eventually, if the rest of the patrons are anything to go by, but for the moment he's still Captain Oblivious.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 12:44 pmgorlim.livejournal.com*Gorlim is in the bar. Somebody come talk to him or his mun is going to duct tape him to a metro train to shut him the heck up.*
Something's in the air...
Jun. 20th, 2005 12:54 pmlt-naraht.livejournal.comNaraht comes in from the garden (his stair-climbing vehicle still in the planning stage, the upper floors are still inaccessable to him) and orders some granite for lunch. He wonders at the fact that it takes Bar about five minutes to produce it, but figures that perhaps she has off-days as much as any other sentient being.
But, all the same, the mood affects him. He retires to a table with a good view of the cosmological holocast outside and nibbles at the stone instead of devouring it with his usual healthy appetite.
Don't ask me how he's manageing to eat it into the shape of a tesseract, but feel free to come bug him.
But, all the same, the mood affects him. He retires to a table with a good view of the cosmological holocast outside and nibbles at the stone instead of devouring it with his usual healthy appetite.
Don't ask me how he's manageing to eat it into the shape of a tesseract, but feel free to come bug him.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 12:56 pmnomorethesource.livejournal.comEnter one avatar, materializing at the bar in search of some food. Which takes its time in coming, confusing him somewhat. No matter, when the food doesn't show up, he simply produces his own.
He looks around, hoping to catch someone to talk to. No sword-practice today.
He looks around, hoping to catch someone to talk to. No sword-practice today.
It is decided.
Jun. 20th, 2005 01:01 pmtin-foaly.livejournal.comThere is a decided lot of weirdness eminating from the surroundings. And by weirdness, he means angst. He should have expected it, really, what with that business with the grave by the lake and all, but.... he doesn't do angst. It weirds him out a little. He likes his gadgets much better -- they don't do angst either. They just measure it in terms of heart rate and temperature and comptrehensible things like that.
So Foaly's in the bar with a gadget, prodding about its insides with various tools of his trade. Come say hi.
So Foaly's in the bar with a gadget, prodding about its insides with various tools of his trade. Come say hi.
not-a-redshirt.livejournal.comCastle enters the Bar and orders an omelette and some coffee, glancing warily around for any sign of a few certain people he's trying very hard to avoid.
He might be a little on edge. Probably best not to sneak up on him or anything.
He might be a little on edge. Probably best not to sneak up on him or anything.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 01:54 pmslayer_frayToday?
Maybe not. Mel wants to tell Indy, at least, and he didn't show up til late last night.
It had been a strange, bittersweet afternoon and evening, at turns wonderful and painful and often both.
Too proud to be sad.
But none of this shows on Mel's face or demeanour as she goes for her swim, grabs breakfast from the Bar, and takes a seat at a table.
Occasionally she glances at the door apprehensively, but it's not like she actually has a seat facing it or anything that obvious.
Summary: Woobie's worried about Raph. Mel Knows Nuttin'. She tells him about the Mel/Mike/not-Xander-anymore situation up to and omitting the part where she should say goodbye to him, and they make up and are slightly innappropriately schmoopy friends again (but only slightly!). Indy tells her all about the TonksBillSvava woe, and she tells him about the MelGoingHome woe. Indy's skeptical about it working, but doesn't try to stop her. They woe at each other. In a manly way.
Maybe not. Mel wants to tell Indy, at least, and he didn't show up til late last night.
It had been a strange, bittersweet afternoon and evening, at turns wonderful and painful and often both.
Too proud to be sad.
But none of this shows on Mel's face or demeanour as she goes for her swim, grabs breakfast from the Bar, and takes a seat at a table.
Occasionally she glances at the door apprehensively, but it's not like she actually has a seat facing it or anything that obvious.
Summary: Woobie's worried about Raph. Mel Knows Nuttin'. She tells him about the Mel/Mike/not-Xander-anymore situation up to and omitting the part where she should say goodbye to him, and they make up and are slightly innappropriately schmoopy friends again (but only slightly!). Indy tells her all about the TonksBillSvava woe, and she tells him about the MelGoingHome woe. Indy's skeptical about it working, but doesn't try to stop her. They woe at each other. In a manly way.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 02:00 pmlast_adam*After an OOM in the forest with much destruction but not much doom, in which Raven helps Adam get rid of his pent up powers, they enter the bar. Adam collects two ciders, and brings them to a table where Raven's seated himself.*
I hope you like cider. Though if you don't, I'll drink it.
*he grins, and that might just be a wink.*
I hope you like cider. Though if you don't, I'll drink it.
*he grins, and that might just be a wink.*
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Jun. 20th, 2005 02:10 pmi-miss-eddie.livejournal.comColumbia walks downstairs and finds am out of the way table to sit at. She was feeling too claustrophobic in her room, all by herself. So, she has come to be around people. She sits at her table with her book, reading, looking around the bar, every few minutes. People, come be around her.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 02:12 pmgris_bug_manA 5'11'' workaholic is in the bar. Well, the workaholic description probably isn't accurate at the moment.
He has a book, grasshoppers, and a glass of iced tea. One could call Grissom content.
Feel free to disrupt.
[Summary: Catherine catches Gil up on things he's missed back in Vegas. He comes out to her. (Slowtimed). Chur stops by, inquiring about the eating habits of humans.]
He has a book, grasshoppers, and a glass of iced tea. One could call Grissom content.
Feel free to disrupt.
[Summary: Catherine catches Gil up on things he's missed back in Vegas. He comes out to her. (Slowtimed). Chur stops by, inquiring about the eating habits of humans.]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 02:23 pmspectral-skin.livejournal.comAngelo is sitting in the corner, holding his guitar but not really playing more than a few idle notes. He's looking more than a little tired and drawn.
He glances up at the door or around the room occasionally, but his eyes keep returning to the framed photograph on the table in front of him.
He glances up at the door or around the room occasionally, but his eyes keep returning to the framed photograph on the table in front of him.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 02:25 pmcreator_ravenAfter his adventure and conversation with Adam, Raven remains in the bar.
He settles in a booth with some cider and a plate of banana bread.
He's adding beads and feathers to what looks like a dreamcatcher.
Bother him, if you like. Or have some snacks.
[Where Raven meets Asar-suti, for a discussion of purpose, speaks to Ace about Doom, briefly, then discusses food, and with some friend-schmoop. Also, Michael stops by, on Random's recommendation, and they discuss business.]
He settles in a booth with some cider and a plate of banana bread.
He's adding beads and feathers to what looks like a dreamcatcher.
Bother him, if you like. Or have some snacks.
[Where Raven meets Asar-suti, for a discussion of purpose, speaks to Ace about Doom, briefly, then discusses food, and with some friend-schmoop. Also, Michael stops by, on Random's recommendation, and they discuss business.]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 02:26 pmjack_inthegreenJack is carving today, outside under the trees with a view of the new grave. He is humming to himself.
Under his hands the block of wood is taking on a curving horn-shape, with a texture as if it were woven from reeds. There are almost no shavings on the ground.
Under his hands the block of wood is taking on a curving horn-shape, with a texture as if it were woven from reeds. There are almost no shavings on the ground.
iwasalevel6.livejournal.comTony and Michelle walk outside to the lake with a picnic basket and a blanket. Leading her to “his” tree, Tony places the picnic basket on the ground and helps her unfold the blanket. It’s a nice day outside, despite the obvious presence of doom and woe.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 03:02 pmawesome_lillyLilly's gotten a coffee to go after talking to Indy, and grabbed a booth where she can keep an eye on the room. She's looking for Kooshbert, as despite everything going on they still have a party to put together, but any company would be welcome.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 03:04 pmsullen-seeker.livejournal.comViktor comes downstairs, half-reading a book as he does so. Because of this, he doesn't notice the darkened colour of the bar itself - so when he swings onto a stool and orders a mug of rooibos tea, it takes the extended tea-less pause for him to catch on.
Looking up at last, he frowns at the bar. Again he asks, "Tea?" but there is nothing.
Viktor knows a thing or two about sympathetic magic.
Something is wrong.
Looking up at last, he frowns at the bar. Again he asks, "Tea?" but there is nothing.
Viktor knows a thing or two about sympathetic magic.
Something is wrong.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 03:04 pmmapmakerchur.livejournal.comInventory:
hani (1)
ear-rings (10)
scarf (1, green)
bracelet (1, copper with kittens chasing each other)
pasty (1, cornish)
glass (1)
buttermilk (in glass)
magazine (1: National Geographic, June 1995)
Chur misses her work as a supercargo - in fact, she misses her ship and its crew terribly. But, at least there's good food and interesting reading to be had, here. Come join her at her table, or just stop by and say hello.
[Summary: Chur discusses magic with Asar-Suti; Chur discusses the Bar, people with problems, and the Force with Mace Windu.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 03:05 pmms-myers.livejournal.comNina's in the bar. Nondescript clothing, subdued look, no drink. Just a dark, distant stare off into space.
When lo, along comes...
When lo, along comes...
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Jun. 20th, 2005 03:18 pmmaid-of-astolat.livejournal.comENTER one LILYMAID, in jeans, T-shirt and sneakers.
LILYMAID crosses stage right to BAR, takes TRAY from surface.
LILYMAID: Good even...might I help you?
LILYMAID crosses stage right to BAR, takes TRAY from surface.
LILYMAID: Good even...might I help you?
Unhappy Hour
Jun. 20th, 2005 03:27 pmhenry-jones-jr.livejournal.comMilliways prides itself on good service. So, in the light of recent events, it's perhaps a good thing that there are bartenders working this afternoon. Indy and Mike are here to serve, though here is a loose term at best. They've talked, and neither of them look like their usual chipper selves. So much for leaving personal lives at home—this is their personal life, and this is home... for now.
Having quickly established that there's a problem with Bar, Indy puts an announcement up on the Specials Board:
There are no Specials. Today is in no way special, except in the respect that there is Massive Doom On All Fronts™. There's no witty banter between the guys, for any of number reasons. Without ceremony, they get in position at either end of the bar and prepare to take orders.
"What'll it be folks? Two tenders, no waiting."
[Summary: Full summary in Back Room.]</small<
Having quickly established that there's a problem with Bar, Indy puts an announcement up on the Specials Board:
WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE SPEED OF SERVICE
Due to circumstances beyond our control, Bar is running a little slow
We hope to have normal service resumed soon
Sorry for any inconvenience
Due to circumstances beyond our control, Bar is running a little slow
We hope to have normal service resumed soon
Sorry for any inconvenience
There are no Specials. Today is in no way special, except in the respect that there is Massive Doom On All Fronts™. There's no witty banter between the guys, for any of number reasons. Without ceremony, they get in position at either end of the bar and prepare to take orders.
"What'll it be folks? Two tenders, no waiting."
[Summary: Full summary in Back Room.]</small<
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Jun. 20th, 2005 03:37 pmdoc-venkman.livejournal.comPeter had taken a walk out to the lake for a bit, now he was back in. He stopped by the Bar, and blinked at the darker varnish on the wood.
"Uh, Bar? An iced tea, please?" Nothing.
"What's going on?" He studied the Bar, and listened. Something bad had happened, he was getting that impression with some of the people around. But the Bar itself, there seemed to be a sense of grief around it. He stepped back, and faltered a little, before recovering. What the?
It seemed like forever before he was sitting at a table with his order, a bit shaken.
"Uh, Bar? An iced tea, please?" Nothing.
"What's going on?" He studied the Bar, and listened. Something bad had happened, he was getting that impression with some of the people around. But the Bar itself, there seemed to be a sense of grief around it. He stepped back, and faltered a little, before recovering. What the?
It seemed like forever before he was sitting at a table with his order, a bit shaken.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 03:38 pmaction-antihero.livejournal.com[OOM: Jack reflects on the weekend.]
Jack comes downstairs, and notices the odd mood hanging over the bar almost immediately. It seems quiet, morose. Not a good sign. But as he glances around, he spots something that makes the rest of the bar fade to a dim haze.
The door. He can see the door.
He swallows, not moving. Something tells him he should go upstairs, get him things, say a few goodbyes and leave immediately. No sense putting off the inevitable, and he knows the longer he stays, the more reasons he could find not to leave. But he's not sure he can leave Kim right now, not with Chase gone, and he hasn't talked to Tony recently, and...
He shakes his head, turning away from the door. He'll wait until Chase gets back. The day after Chase returns, he'll leave, no matter what else is going on. He can't stall forever; better to get out there and just get the next three months over with.
He heads for the bar and gets a cup of coffee after a few minutes' wait--odd, but it hardly gets through his thoughts--then heads for his usual spot by the fireplace.
[Summary: Jack sees the door but decides to wait before leaving. He and Nina growl at each other while he and Elaine discuss impending Day 4 doom and the atmosphere of the bar]
Jack comes downstairs, and notices the odd mood hanging over the bar almost immediately. It seems quiet, morose. Not a good sign. But as he glances around, he spots something that makes the rest of the bar fade to a dim haze.
The door. He can see the door.
He swallows, not moving. Something tells him he should go upstairs, get him things, say a few goodbyes and leave immediately. No sense putting off the inevitable, and he knows the longer he stays, the more reasons he could find not to leave. But he's not sure he can leave Kim right now, not with Chase gone, and he hasn't talked to Tony recently, and...
He shakes his head, turning away from the door. He'll wait until Chase gets back. The day after Chase returns, he'll leave, no matter what else is going on. He can't stall forever; better to get out there and just get the next three months over with.
He heads for the bar and gets a cup of coffee after a few minutes' wait--odd, but it hardly gets through his thoughts--then heads for his usual spot by the fireplace.
[Summary: Jack sees the door but decides to wait before leaving. He and Nina growl at each other while he and Elaine discuss impending Day 4 doom and the atmosphere of the bar]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 03:41 pmsai_delgado[OOM: After talking with Bernard, Susan Delgado goes back to the stables.]
[Note: A few slightly-more-detailed-than-usual spoilers for DT4.]
[Note: A few slightly-more-detailed-than-usual spoilers for DT4.]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 03:41 pmmusical-muse.livejournal.com*The piano stands untouched in its usual place, the lid closed over the keys. Anyone looking might notice a glittering black scarf appear across the top. It lays inert for a moment and then slides down to touch the closed lid. It raises the lid. (Yes, the scarf) Slowly, a hand fades in under the scarf and another hand moves the scarf back to the top of the piano. A figure in sparkling black begins to play*
Do we all holy rites:
Let there be sung 'Non nobis' and 'Te Deum';
The dead with charity enclos'd in clay...
Non nobis, Domine, Domine
Non nobis, Domine
Sed Nomine, sed Nomine
Tuodam Gloria
Do we all holy rites:
Let there be sung 'Non nobis' and 'Te Deum';
The dead with charity enclos'd in clay...
Non nobis, Domine, Domine
Non nobis, Domine
Sed Nomine, sed Nomine
Tuodam Gloria
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Jun. 20th, 2005 03:49 pmsai_delgadoShe comes in through the lake door, brushing a little bit of straw off of her jeans as she does so. A quick stop by the bar for hot chocolate-- which turns into a slightly longer one, as the bar's slow to react-- and she heads for the couch by the fireplace.
Susan Delgado curls up there, quiet and thoughtful.
[Summary: Susan has a very quick chat with Ben, and then talks with Jack Green, who starts well in search of anti-woe by inviting her to a party! Unfortunately, this goes awry when he then proceeds to warn her that a bonfire is part of the celebration. Oops. It's the proverbial final straw for Susan, who falls completely apart and ends up crying in Jack's arms for a bit before calming down. Talk moves back to a hope that parties will help, and then slowly into discussion of what a person's purpose is and means before being slowtimed.
And then a little later still, there is a Cuthbert. :) Susan demonstrates for him how to work a CD player, in preparation for Alain's party, and together they determine that having the party despite recent events is a good idea, to mayhap deny the DE's the satisfaction. There is shared worry over Tonks, and the two of them comfort each other-- which moves into sweetness and a reaffirmation of life and love.]
Susan Delgado curls up there, quiet and thoughtful.
[Summary: Susan has a very quick chat with Ben, and then talks with Jack Green, who starts well in search of anti-woe by inviting her to a party! Unfortunately, this goes awry when he then proceeds to warn her that a bonfire is part of the celebration. Oops. It's the proverbial final straw for Susan, who falls completely apart and ends up crying in Jack's arms for a bit before calming down. Talk moves back to a hope that parties will help, and then slowly into discussion of what a person's purpose is and means before being slowtimed.
And then a little later still, there is a Cuthbert. :) Susan demonstrates for him how to work a CD player, in preparation for Alain's party, and together they determine that having the party despite recent events is a good idea, to mayhap deny the DE's the satisfaction. There is shared worry over Tonks, and the two of them comfort each other-- which moves into sweetness and a reaffirmation of life and love.]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 03:57 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_courage_/[OOM: Upstairs, Link and Windows 95. Warning for total smut.]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 03:58 pmdalekity.livejournal.comDaleks, as a rule, like to spend their time doing work, rather than engaging in interesting conversations.
Dalek, in it's infinate Dalek-y wisdom, has decided to exterminate two birds with one death ray (so to speak) and do both, and trundles over to the notice board with a piece of paper attached to it's manipulator arm.
The note reads as follows:
( Are you neurotic? )
It's probably best not to ask how it managed to write it.
With that done, it goes and sits by a booth, looking about as friendly as a giant pepperpot can look.
Dalek, in it's infinate Dalek-y wisdom, has decided to exterminate two birds with one death ray (so to speak) and do both, and trundles over to the notice board with a piece of paper attached to it's manipulator arm.
The note reads as follows:
( Are you neurotic? )
It's probably best not to ask how it managed to write it.
With that done, it goes and sits by a booth, looking about as friendly as a giant pepperpot can look.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 04:11 pmkiss-my-jazz.livejournal.comThis is 1900.
This is 1900 falling into the lake through a portal that appears out of nowhere.
Swim, 1900, swim!
This is 1900 falling into the lake through a portal that appears out of nowhere.
Swim, 1900, swim!
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Jun. 20th, 2005 04:23 pmkayip.livejournal.comBehrooz enters the bar, walks up to the door he came through, and tries to open it.
It stays stubbornly shut.
Behrooz isn't really sure what he thinks of this - he gets a glass of water and sits at a table. It doesn't look like he slept very much the previous night.
He pulls out the folded piece of paper, turns it over, and stares at the blank page, trying to put it all together.
Distractions welcome.
It stays stubbornly shut.
Behrooz isn't really sure what he thinks of this - he gets a glass of water and sits at a table. It doesn't look like he slept very much the previous night.
He pulls out the folded piece of paper, turns it over, and stares at the blank page, trying to put it all together.
Distractions welcome.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 04:59 pmonnapolicecar.livejournal.comIt's hard to know what to make of the whole thing, really.
On the one hand - Faith.
On the other hand, all those people had seemed so certain. Xander had seemed certain, and had claimed that Buffy had befriended the other Slayer.
So, Joyce, confused and uncertain, sitting in a quiet corner booth, wishing she could go home.
On the one hand - Faith.
On the other hand, all those people had seemed so certain. Xander had seemed certain, and had claimed that Buffy had befriended the other Slayer.
So, Joyce, confused and uncertain, sitting in a quiet corner booth, wishing she could go home.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 05:07 pmredsnout.livejournal.comThe door is shoved open as Raptor Red walks in and glances over her shoulder for a moment. She calls, and three chicks come charging after her, "Yeep!"ing madly. Before she can herd them together, the trio runs off, leaving her on her lonesome again. The raptor sighs a bit to herself, then begins to prowl the bar.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 05:10 pmalwaysroomforhopeStephanie has discovered the fire, and is currently curled into a tight ball in an enormous armchair watching the flames. She mostly looks sad, tired and thoughtful, but every so often she giggles and hugs herself, in the manner of one who's had a lot of bad things and one incredibly good thing happen to her recently. She's got a lot to think about. But she's never been particularly good at thinking things through - it's hard work. She'd welcome distractions.
[Mace Windu helps Steph work through some more of her ever-multiplying Issues, with a little help from the Force; Steph and Connor get to know each other a little, in that we're-from-the-same-universe-let's-talk way.]
[Mace Windu helps Steph work through some more of her ever-multiplying Issues, with a little help from the Force; Steph and Connor get to know each other a little, in that we're-from-the-same-universe-let's-talk way.]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 05:14 pmshaped-jeedai.livejournal.comThere's a Jedi with a lightsaber and a training remote out by the lake.
It's a bit later in the day than she usually exercises, but the atmosphere in the bar is too dark and depressing right now, and she'd rather be out in the sun.
Maybe afterwards she'll go for a swim.
[summary: Mace stops by while Tahiri practices, and they talk lightsaber forms. She fangirls when he demonstrates, and there is talk of the constant state of non-peace the galaxy has been in for lo the last thirty years or so, and a new line is added to the Jedi Code.]
It's a bit later in the day than she usually exercises, but the atmosphere in the bar is too dark and depressing right now, and she'd rather be out in the sun.
Maybe afterwards she'll go for a swim.
[summary: Mace stops by while Tahiri practices, and they talk lightsaber forms. She fangirls when he demonstrates, and there is talk of the constant state of non-peace the galaxy has been in for lo the last thirty years or so, and a new line is added to the Jedi Code.]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 05:21 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_righthandman_/[OOM: Back at CTU, Chase ponders the Millicrackish dreams he's been having.]
Alain's birthday
Jun. 20th, 2005 06:29 pmkey-youth-bert.livejournal.comIt's almost sunset, and the preparations are almost finished.
Cuthbert, Lilly, and the waitrats they've roped into helping out have set up tables with food out by the lake. On one of them, there's a small CD player currently playing The Beatles.
A few games are set up in the surrounding area--the kind you'd find at any country fair or picnic--but on the whole, there's nothing elaborate.
All that's needed now is for people to show up.
[Summary: Alain has a birthday party. Roland, Cuthbert, Susan, Lilly, Faith, Ace, Meg, and Gavroche attend. There are snow cones and lovely presents and a general mood of "there's doom all around, so let's make this one thing tonight happy and fun".]
Cuthbert, Lilly, and the waitrats they've roped into helping out have set up tables with food out by the lake. On one of them, there's a small CD player currently playing The Beatles.
A few games are set up in the surrounding area--the kind you'd find at any country fair or picnic--but on the whole, there's nothing elaborate.
All that's needed now is for people to show up.
[Summary: Alain has a birthday party. Roland, Cuthbert, Susan, Lilly, Faith, Ace, Meg, and Gavroche attend. There are snow cones and lovely presents and a general mood of "there's doom all around, so let's make this one thing tonight happy and fun".]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 06:39 pmnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comThere's an Ace... no. Wait. There isn't. At least, it doesn't look like there's one in the bar.
Not by the lake, either.
Her favorite booth is empty. So's the one she uses when hiding.
There's no Ace by the fire, or in her comfy chair.
No Ace at the Bar.
However, if you were to climb up into the rafters, and seek out the darkest corner... you'd find an Ace.
She's watching everything going on below. And being very quiet.
Not by the lake, either.
Her favorite booth is empty. So's the one she uses when hiding.
There's no Ace by the fire, or in her comfy chair.
No Ace at the Bar.
However, if you were to climb up into the rafters, and seek out the darkest corner... you'd find an Ace.
She's watching everything going on below. And being very quiet.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 06:44 pmtimsbooks.livejournal.com*Tim strolls in from outside, a rolls of wire in his hands. He was doing something outside, lord knows what. *
Bar, i need a cup of tea, strong please.
*He turns to watch the room, then turns back for his cup of tea. Which isn't there. Tims brow furrows, reaching out mentally, checking... oh. Right. So he waits. And is unsurprised when a letter appears with the tea. He reads it, a smile growing across grim features. With a jaunty whistle, Tim strides over to the message board and posts a note.
"ATTENTION
Rescue mission is a go. Now taking volunteers, security and high powers preferred.
Come see me.
-Tim"
And then he finds his seat and waits.*
((Self Summary:Tim goes Recruiting. Faith will NOT be left out. Naraht is however. Alanna has other duties. Hagrid can't be stopped. Ray isn't invited. Angie is staying behind for wave two. Angelo is refused. Raven is in. Ace is out, with much poutyness. Bernard has much (misplaced) trust in Tim. Roland doesn't like Tim, but he's in. Andres is angsty but not coming. Luke is wave two. Cuthbert is wave one. Cole is out, and Sariel wants to help. Finally, Tom stops in to give advice. Final first wave list: Hagrid, Raph, Tim, Faith, Raven, Roland, Cuthbert))
Bar, i need a cup of tea, strong please.
*He turns to watch the room, then turns back for his cup of tea. Which isn't there. Tims brow furrows, reaching out mentally, checking... oh. Right. So he waits. And is unsurprised when a letter appears with the tea. He reads it, a smile growing across grim features. With a jaunty whistle, Tim strides over to the message board and posts a note.
"ATTENTION
Rescue mission is a go. Now taking volunteers, security and high powers preferred.
Come see me.
-Tim"
And then he finds his seat and waits.*
((Self Summary:Tim goes Recruiting. Faith will NOT be left out. Naraht is however. Alanna has other duties. Hagrid can't be stopped. Ray isn't invited. Angie is staying behind for wave two. Angelo is refused. Raven is in. Ace is out, with much poutyness. Bernard has much (misplaced) trust in Tim. Roland doesn't like Tim, but he's in. Andres is angsty but not coming. Luke is wave two. Cuthbert is wave one. Cole is out, and Sariel wants to help. Finally, Tom stops in to give advice. Final first wave list: Hagrid, Raph, Tim, Faith, Raven, Roland, Cuthbert))
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Jun. 20th, 2005 06:51 pmlong-neck.livejournal.com*Littlefoot enters Milliways once more, determined to explore more of this strange tree-cave*
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Jun. 20th, 2005 06:52 pmsultry-demoness.livejournal.comA shape coalesces at the bar, a beautiful woman looking around the bar for mischeif. Care to find the demoness first, and save her the trouble?
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Jun. 20th, 2005 06:57 pmballetrat*There's a Meg in the table at the back of the bar.
Her mouth is equipped with a cheerful smile, but if you look at the rest of her face she seems - well, rather absent.*
[Summary: First, Ben sits down, armed with Knowledge - specifically, research on God, and who or what he is. The conversation on religion soon shifts to a comparison of mothers; Meg's is crazy, Ben's is crazier. But things could always be worse! Doom is averted with talk of Opera, and Meg promises to bring Ben to see her latest, although not without warning him about Carlotta's Dread Wig.
Next, Desire stops by to ask what's on hisherits daughters mind. Meg neatly distracts from Doom by mentioning Lilly and Xander's wish to party in Desireland; after reassuring her father that she doesn't intend to move in anytime soon, the conversation fades out in cute father-daughter teasing and Things Which Break Meg's Brain.
Finally - monster Anthythread o' Doom and Crack. Anthy brings sad!Meg a kitten, which is possibly a 'esus-kitty. Sidetracked from furry animals by symbolism, Meg pursues Anthy's past, and then apologizes for bringing up painful memories; it is all very explicitly friendschmoopy, until Anthy tries to convince Meg that Anthy doesn't need help. Meg respectfully disagrees. The handholding, it ends. Anthy again brilliantly fails to reveal her secrets to Meg. This leads to a half-hour of silence, after which Meg is sleepy, and Anthy has the genius idea to take her home . . . to her apartment in Paris. Insert symbolic graffiti here. Fortunately, the threat of mugging, rape and murder in a back alley at midnight wakes Meg up, and she starts trying to get Anthy back to Milliways. Wrong doors include a shrieking old woman who thinks they're thieves, a door marked with an ominous red eye, and a direct shipment of Anthy's New Paris Backstory of Melodrama and Crack before they finally get back home, where Meg collapses to sleep and Anthy muses in French.]
Her mouth is equipped with a cheerful smile, but if you look at the rest of her face she seems - well, rather absent.*
[Summary: First, Ben sits down, armed with Knowledge - specifically, research on God, and who or what he is. The conversation on religion soon shifts to a comparison of mothers; Meg's is crazy, Ben's is crazier. But things could always be worse! Doom is averted with talk of Opera, and Meg promises to bring Ben to see her latest, although not without warning him about Carlotta's Dread Wig.
Next, Desire stops by to ask what's on hisherits daughters mind. Meg neatly distracts from Doom by mentioning Lilly and Xander's wish to party in Desireland; after reassuring her father that she doesn't intend to move in anytime soon, the conversation fades out in cute father-daughter teasing and Things Which Break Meg's Brain.
Finally - monster Anthythread o' Doom and Crack. Anthy brings sad!Meg a kitten, which is possibly a 'esus-kitty. Sidetracked from furry animals by symbolism, Meg pursues Anthy's past, and then apologizes for bringing up painful memories; it is all very explicitly friendschmoopy, until Anthy tries to convince Meg that Anthy doesn't need help. Meg respectfully disagrees. The handholding, it ends. Anthy again brilliantly fails to reveal her secrets to Meg. This leads to a half-hour of silence, after which Meg is sleepy, and Anthy has the genius idea to take her home . . . to her apartment in Paris. Insert symbolic graffiti here. Fortunately, the threat of mugging, rape and murder in a back alley at midnight wakes Meg up, and she starts trying to get Anthy back to Milliways. Wrong doors include a shrieking old woman who thinks they're thieves, a door marked with an ominous red eye, and a direct shipment of Anthy's New Paris Backstory of Melodrama and Crack before they finally get back home, where Meg collapses to sleep and Anthy muses in French.]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 07:07 pmiris-attitude.livejournal.comThere is a sorceress inna bar. She has been creatively draped over a chair by her mun, and is now reading a book. Come and chat.
After a few moments a dark shape plunges through the wall in front of her and Iris drops her book.
Good evening, human thing.
"Good evening, Serenitatis" She replies, shaking a tiny bit. The mare folds her long legs beneath her and carefully rests on the floor. The two talk and after a moment the sorceress stands and goes to the bar, leaving the Night Mare by the fire.
After a few moments a dark shape plunges through the wall in front of her and Iris drops her book.
Good evening, human thing.
"Good evening, Serenitatis" She replies, shaking a tiny bit. The mare folds her long legs beneath her and carefully rests on the floor. The two talk and after a moment the sorceress stands and goes to the bar, leaving the Night Mare by the fire.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 07:09 pmforsaken-bard.livejournal.comAsmodean is again reading poetry in the bar. The bar was a little slow about producing the volume labeled: The Works of Robert Browning. The bard has been sitting on the couch and reading for some time.
You should come bother him, because really... It cannot be good for his sanity to sit alone and read like that.
You should come bother him, because really... It cannot be good for his sanity to sit alone and read like that.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 07:44 pmcapt_angie*Angelina comes down the stairs slowly. Her hair is out of it's customary braids and covers most of the left side of her face. She walks stifly across the room to Bar and takes a seat.*
Hey Bar... I need some pain killing potion please...
*The potion rather dramatically Does Not Appear.*
Bar please... I need some help here...
*It takes a minute but the potion appears, slowly. She pats the bar comfortingly as she sips the potion. Then she looks around for someone- anyone- who can tell her whats going on.*
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Jun. 20th, 2005 07:51 pmangryadolescent.livejournal.comKronos trudged down the stairs, glancing around to see if Methos has made another appearance, then headed to his usual table in the back corner of the bar.
Somebody is cranky.
Somebody is cranky.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 07:59 pmcreator_ravenRaven is still in the bar, draped lengthwise over two chairs, his head hanging over the seat edge, and reading a small book.
Come stop him before all the blood rushes to his head.
[Raven talks to Sarah Rainmaker; she gives him a gift, he gives her a promise. Raven also speaks to Iris, meets the Night Mare and, predictably enough, offers to help her.]
Come stop him before all the blood rushes to his head.
[Raven talks to Sarah Rainmaker; she gives him a gift, he gives her a promise. Raven also speaks to Iris, meets the Night Mare and, predictably enough, offers to help her.]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 08:15 pmnomorethesource.livejournal.comIn a flash of light, Cole appears back in the bar, his new book in his firm grip. He sees the note on the billboard, and hurries over to Tim to sign up.
That, of course, doesn't mean that he's not sticking around to talk to people. You should come bother him.
That, of course, doesn't mean that he's not sticking around to talk to people. You should come bother him.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 08:49 pmof-all-blood.livejournal.comThe young man lounging against the lion couldn't possibly be too far out of the ordinary for Milliways. There was beef for him to eat, which the lion was sharing - the youth's cooked, the lion's raw, and on the youth's knees, there was a book. A book of sketches. He seemed content enough.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 09:07 pmel-vago.livejournal.comAndres appears at the door to the staff wing. he's in the bar proper again for the first time in a few days.
With a few differences. He's armed not with his rapier, but with a trashcan and cleaning supplies.
He walks out, head bowed, looking very abashedly at the floor. If you are behind him you will see a sign on his back saying simply, in big letters.
I broke the rules
It didn't which rules. It also didn't say point and laugh, but he didn't expect that to stop anyone.
Cleaning supplies in hand, he heads to the most remote corner, hoping to avoid humiliation at least for a little while. He isn't quite sure what should be used to clean the rafters, having never done it before. He pulls out a feather duster, which he recognizes, and a swiffer which also looks long enough to do the job. (No he doesn't know what a swiffer is, but it looks useful)
With a sigh he begins work, dusting, jumping out of the way of any dust as it falls, and dusting some more.
It's slow work. Is two weeks up yet?
With a few differences. He's armed not with his rapier, but with a trashcan and cleaning supplies.
He walks out, head bowed, looking very abashedly at the floor. If you are behind him you will see a sign on his back saying simply, in big letters.
I broke the rules
It didn't which rules. It also didn't say point and laugh, but he didn't expect that to stop anyone.
Cleaning supplies in hand, he heads to the most remote corner, hoping to avoid humiliation at least for a little while. He isn't quite sure what should be used to clean the rafters, having never done it before. He pulls out a feather duster, which he recognizes, and a swiffer which also looks long enough to do the job. (No he doesn't know what a swiffer is, but it looks useful)
With a sigh he begins work, dusting, jumping out of the way of any dust as it falls, and dusting some more.
It's slow work. Is two weeks up yet?
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Jun. 20th, 2005 09:10 pmbloodyrockgodCharlie sits at the piano again, still working on a song. He looks like he's ready to throw the notebook into the fire, really.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 09:23 pmasar-suti.livejournal.comThere is a subdued atmosphere in the bar, a bit like the Nyarlathotep incident. A pity people are so unhappy a day before Green!Jack's midsummer party, and the birthday party for Gil.
Asar-Suti has no idea what happened. There's Doctor Lecter by the fireplace, but it doesn't seem like a good idea to ask him. So the violet god of magic sits in a booth, for a change, the same that was Darkened on Saturday, and draws things in a small notebook. Beside the drawings, he writes what looks like gibberish, but are actually Ihlini thaumaturgical formulae.
He keeps an eye open for people he knows, though. And would be glad to be enlightened about the general doom.
Asar-Suti has no idea what happened. There's Doctor Lecter by the fireplace, but it doesn't seem like a good idea to ask him. So the violet god of magic sits in a booth, for a change, the same that was Darkened on Saturday, and draws things in a small notebook. Beside the drawings, he writes what looks like gibberish, but are actually Ihlini thaumaturgical formulae.
He keeps an eye open for people he knows, though. And would be glad to be enlightened about the general doom.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 09:28 pmturnipman.livejournal.comThere's been a minor miracle in the kitchens today.
It may be because fate was smiling on Milliways. It may be because with today's specials Baldrick really knows what he's doing. It may be because the rats set up a small shrine and prayed to whichever god might possibly have been listening. It may be because Baldrick not only ate nothing dodgy for lunch, not only got a good night's sleep and is therefore alert and ready for action, but even took extra care to read the instruction manual before using the thermo-industrial super-speed food processor. It may even have been that he managed to talk himself out of putting small plastic novelties in the Cornish Pasties.
Whatever the reason, absolutely nothing has gone wrong in the kitchens tonight, and Baldrick has therefore not only prepared a mouth-watering selection of pasties for dinner specials, but is here ready to take your order. And with Bar serving very slowly at the moment, ordering from him might be a good idea.
hi evryone! tunight's dinner specials are paSties! chUUse from eny of the follOwing:
Chicken Pasty
Cornish Pasty
Cheese and Vegetable Pasty
Salmon and Wild Rice Pasty
Spicy Vegetable Pasty
Italian Sausage Pasty
Served with your choice of side salad, vegetables and brown gravy, or baked beans.
It may be because fate was smiling on Milliways. It may be because with today's specials Baldrick really knows what he's doing. It may be because the rats set up a small shrine and prayed to whichever god might possibly have been listening. It may be because Baldrick not only ate nothing dodgy for lunch, not only got a good night's sleep and is therefore alert and ready for action, but even took extra care to read the instruction manual before using the thermo-industrial super-speed food processor. It may even have been that he managed to talk himself out of putting small plastic novelties in the Cornish Pasties.
Whatever the reason, absolutely nothing has gone wrong in the kitchens tonight, and Baldrick has therefore not only prepared a mouth-watering selection of pasties for dinner specials, but is here ready to take your order. And with Bar serving very slowly at the moment, ordering from him might be a good idea.
hi evryone! tunight's dinner specials are paSties! chUUse from eny of the follOwing:
Chicken Pasty
Cornish Pasty
Cheese and Vegetable Pasty
Salmon and Wild Rice Pasty
Spicy Vegetable Pasty
Italian Sausage Pasty
Served with your choice of side salad, vegetables and brown gravy, or baked beans.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 09:30 pmmctrillian.livejournal.comAfter discussing things of a certain matter with Max Evans [the OOM for this will be posted soon really!], Trillian is hanging about the bar.
And in doing so, ( leaves a note for Arthur Dent and Zaphod Beeblebrox. )
Once that's taken care of, she orders a lemonade and just hangs about.
And in doing so, ( leaves a note for Arthur Dent and Zaphod Beeblebrox. )
Once that's taken care of, she orders a lemonade and just hangs about.
chelleuncurledSome time after the picnic and later activities, Michelle comes downstairs. She has no idea what's going on in the bar but it seems gloomier than usual. She looks down at the Bar and sees that the wood looks darker than usual.
Michelle orders a drink...and nothing happens. She looks around for someone to explain what's happening.
~ backdated entry - to 12 June 2005 ~
Jun. 20th, 2005 09:40 pmwizard_dresden[ooc: that's last Sunday, right?
b/c time is a bitch and we are the uber-slow... this thread wherein Harry tells Angie that he must return to Chicago and actually leaves the following morning, is now finished.
What, it *only* took us a week... seriously, it could have gone on longer... we *made* it stop. Evil crack-y pups.
Yes, this also means that Harry, and Bob, have left the Milliways - for the time being.They must away and deal with the events of Dresden book 7 Dead Beat.]
b/c time is a bitch and we are the uber-slow... this thread wherein Harry tells Angie that he must return to Chicago and actually leaves the following morning, is now finished.
What, it *only* took us a week... seriously, it could have gone on longer... we *made* it stop. Evil crack-y pups.
Yes, this also means that Harry, and Bob, have left the Milliways - for the time being.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 09:41 pmanthy-rosebride.livejournal.comAnthy's been out feeding bits of carrot to the horses, and she comes in with orange-tinted equine slobber all over her hands. After a quick stop in the restroom to fix that, she heads for the bar.
[OOC: back!]
[OOC: back!]
OOM: Room 55
Jun. 20th, 2005 09:43 pmgris_bug_man[Upstairs in Room 55: Grissom takes care of Jack Green after he had to assume the Herne persona.]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 09:49 pmaching-all-over.livejournal.comThere is a very small witch in the bar. She has a nice new summer dress in green, and looks hungry. Shepherdessing all day will do that to a girl.
She looks around in her quiet, vaguely unsettling way, just to make sure no fairies have invaded the strange restauraunt when she wasn't looking, and wanders over to the bar.
She is, yet again, carrying the frying pan.
She looks around in her quiet, vaguely unsettling way, just to make sure no fairies have invaded the strange restauraunt when she wasn't looking, and wanders over to the bar.
She is, yet again, carrying the frying pan.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 09:54 pmgolden-acorns.livejournal.comGarion is not downstairs for breakfast.
Neither is his wife.
Is anyone that surprised?
Neither is his wife.
Is anyone that surprised?
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Jun. 20th, 2005 09:54 pmfutures_of_ashRachel walks in with a slightly ragged tank top and a pair of jeans that are far more string than whole cloth...and another shirt over her shoulder. The Bar is kind enough to give her a sewing kit and a book on clothing repair...
But she can't seem to find the section on repairing after plasma fire...
But she can't seem to find the section on repairing after plasma fire...
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Jun. 20th, 2005 10:04 pm800-lb-kitty.livejournal.comThe door opens, then closes again.
An invisible cat strides into the bar, careful to keep his footpads quiet. He is searching for only one. And he will wait as long as necessary to find her.
He leaps up into the rafters, and only when he feels he is sufficiently hidden does he drop his sight shield. She will come. He sends a spear-dispear thread to the Bar, requesting a bowl of water. Eventually, it arrives.
An invisible cat strides into the bar, careful to keep his footpads quiet. He is searching for only one. And he will wait as long as necessary to find her.
He leaps up into the rafters, and only when he feels he is sufficiently hidden does he drop his sight shield. She will come. He sends a spear-dispear thread to the Bar, requesting a bowl of water. Eventually, it arrives.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 10:12 pmnot-a-redshirt.livejournal.com[OOM: Castle angsts some more about being dead.]
He's certainly not as cheerful as he was this morning, but he's back in the Bar nonetheless. He had to come down for food sometime, after all.
He's still dead, and still gay, but he has decided to take a brief hiatus from worrying about it for the time being.
Bother at will.
[Summary: Castle has a rather morbid conversation about death and the latter half of Season 4 with Behrooz, and he and Gamble compare tales of how they died. He is then accosted by an eeeeevil Mercutio (slowtimed.)]
He's certainly not as cheerful as he was this morning, but he's back in the Bar nonetheless. He had to come down for food sometime, after all.
He's still dead, and still gay, but he has decided to take a brief hiatus from worrying about it for the time being.
Bother at will.
[Summary: Castle has a rather morbid conversation about death and the latter half of Season 4 with Behrooz, and he and Gamble compare tales of how they died. He is then accosted by an eeeeevil Mercutio (slowtimed.)]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 10:27 pmdesert-worm.livejournal.comLuke sits down at a table for a second to scribble a note, then glances at the bar, sees the trouble that it seems to be having, and pins the note to the notice board instead.
Val,
I'm outside doing drills. Please come find me, I need to talk to you.
And then he heads outside, looking more purposeful than usual.
Val,
I'm outside doing drills. Please come find me, I need to talk to you.
And then he heads outside, looking more purposeful than usual.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 10:33 pmguppy_sandhu[oom: Guppy is glad to be home. He starts trying to sort things out with his father. Okay, yes, the mun got bored.]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 10:35 pmfaithful-slayer.livejournal.comFaith comes in from outdoors, looking quietly pleased, and acquires dinner and coffee, then curls up in front of the fireplace.
Tomorrow, there will be blood and violence and possibly all manner of woe. Tonight...tonight was good.
As Alain would say, it is well.
Tomorrow, there will be blood and violence and possibly all manner of woe. Tonight...tonight was good.
As Alain would say, it is well.
gorlim.livejournal.com*Gorlim is outside practicing sword moves.
Occasionally, a stray treebranch will suffer the consequences. But not too often. He seems very good at visualizing his enemy, though. Or perhaps he's re-fighting old battles. Either way, it looks damn impressive.* Even though his icon guy IS Barry Manilow...
Occasionally, a stray treebranch will suffer the consequences. But not too often. He seems very good at visualizing his enemy, though. Or perhaps he's re-fighting old battles. Either way, it looks damn impressive.* Even though his icon guy IS Barry Manilow...
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Jun. 20th, 2005 11:05 pmmogget_cat*Yrael is also near the couch, calm. Not thinking about anything, because if he thinks about anything, it'll only be one thing he thinks about, and that will break him.*
*So instead, to pass the time, he makes silver bullets. He already has a little pile of them on the coffee table.*
*A blanket-wrapped body lies nearby.*
*So instead, to pass the time, he makes silver bullets. He already has a little pile of them on the coffee table.*
*A blanket-wrapped body lies nearby.*
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Jun. 20th, 2005 11:06 pmmini-supes.livejournal.comIt's another weekend, and Kon has snuck his titans laptop into the bar. You'd think he'd be calm and collected about it, but oh no. He's got it in front of him as he sits in a booth, and he's glaring at the screen.
Glaring and muttering things about how it's not nearly -fast enough-. He looks ready to hit the keyboard, except he knows better.
Barely knows better.
Rescue him before he kills it?
He also happens to be in a bat logo shirt, because bat shirts are the -best- when you're broody and frustrated.
[Summary: Kon is found by Steph, which makes for great flail. He is also found by Tim, which makes for entirelly -different- flail as he's caught after ninja-snatching one of Tim's shirts. Oops?]
Glaring and muttering things about how it's not nearly -fast enough-. He looks ready to hit the keyboard, except he knows better.
Barely knows better.
Rescue him before he kills it?
He also happens to be in a bat logo shirt, because bat shirts are the -best- when you're broody and frustrated.
[Summary: Kon is found by Steph, which makes for great flail. He is also found by Tim, which makes for entirelly -different- flail as he's caught after ninja-snatching one of Tim's shirts. Oops?]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 11:18 pmlastgunslingerAfter Roland's conversation with Tim, he goes to the bar and rests a hand on the surface.
The darkened surface.
Quietly: "There was a man. Joe. He had a Colt Navy pistol. .45 caliber. I need one, and a box of shells."
No response.
"For sai Tonks."
For a moment Roland doesn't think anything's going to happen, and he sighs, irritated -- he'll have to ask Meg to take him to Paris, and he's loath to leave tonight.
But then the box appears, followed by a revolver, with ornate scrollwork on cylinder, hammer, and barrel.
Roland's eyes gleam.
He goes upstairs briefly to get his gun-oil, a few rags, and the small dish he uses for the oil -- and then he settles in at a table and begins to familiarize himself with his new weapon.
This one will be in a docker's clutch at his right. The Gilead Special stays, as always, on his left hip.
[Summary: Aziraphael comes first, and they discuss tomorrow's plans and how things are likely to be handled. Susan approaches, and Roland is scary and gunslingery in a way that Susan is utterly unfamiliar with. Next is River, and Roland is very, very happy to see her; he teaches her about cleaning guns and sees her back to Serenity. Last is PeeJee, and they discuss bars, guns, River, and languages.]
The darkened surface.
Quietly: "There was a man. Joe. He had a Colt Navy pistol. .45 caliber. I need one, and a box of shells."
No response.
"For sai Tonks."
For a moment Roland doesn't think anything's going to happen, and he sighs, irritated -- he'll have to ask Meg to take him to Paris, and he's loath to leave tonight.
But then the box appears, followed by a revolver, with ornate scrollwork on cylinder, hammer, and barrel.
Roland's eyes gleam.
He goes upstairs briefly to get his gun-oil, a few rags, and the small dish he uses for the oil -- and then he settles in at a table and begins to familiarize himself with his new weapon.
This one will be in a docker's clutch at his right. The Gilead Special stays, as always, on his left hip.
[Summary: Aziraphael comes first, and they discuss tomorrow's plans and how things are likely to be handled. Susan approaches, and Roland is scary and gunslingery in a way that Susan is utterly unfamiliar with. Next is River, and Roland is very, very happy to see her; he teaches her about cleaning guns and sees her back to Serenity. Last is PeeJee, and they discuss bars, guns, River, and languages.]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 11:38 pmhorseblanket.livejournal.comThere is a vulture in the bar. Sitting on a perch that is an empty armchair, he really looks rather hangdogish.
This is Rodrigo, and he is in fact a vulture suffering from depression. It may be the fault of his self-chosen owner, Sheila, who is not in the best mood either ...
... she'd also be the one near the chair asleep. But Rodrigo isn't entirely worrying about her right now, he's worrying about himself.
This is Rodrigo, and he is in fact a vulture suffering from depression. It may be the fault of his self-chosen owner, Sheila, who is not in the best mood either ...
... she'd also be the one near the chair asleep. But Rodrigo isn't entirely worrying about her right now, he's worrying about himself.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 11:48 pmmort-bee.livejournal.comMortimer sits down at the bar.
"Martini, dry."
It's been a good day. He exhales happily, and flips open the newspaper to see what's going on in the world lately.
"Martini, dry."
It's been a good day. He exhales happily, and flips open the newspaper to see what's going on in the world lately.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 11:50 pmthe_lioness*After her quick conversation with Tim, Alanna is back on the couch, staring at Dr. Lecter. She looks frustrated and restless.*
[Summary: Alanna and Lecter discuss the Plan, Indy agrees to help out and Delia seeks information on her family.]
[Summary: Alanna and Lecter discuss the Plan, Indy agrees to help out and Delia seeks information on her family.]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 11:52 pmiamnotstorm.livejournal.comSarah had gone home earlier, and now she was back, once again in grumpyface thundercloud PJ pants and a matching tanktop. She'd gone downstairs to get a midnight snack (mint It's-IT sandwich for the curious) and when she'd gone through the door to the porch, she'd ended up, once again, at the front door of Milliways.
She shrugged this off and padded over to the observation window to watch and nibble at her ice cream sandwich.
She shrugged this off and padded over to the observation window to watch and nibble at her ice cream sandwich.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 11:52 pmgonna_live[Out of Milliways: Post last night's prophetic dream for the Firefly crew, people meet in the kitchen to hold a spot of palaver, and are generally righteously freaked and vaguely broken. Still in progress.]
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Jun. 20th, 2005 11:58 pmprince-arithon.livejournal.comArithon is drunk. Not socially so (is he ever social?), but shit-faced, fall-down, couldn't-walk-if-his-life-depended-on-it sloshed out of his mind.
Mind, he can still work magic. Priorities. And he can pretty much call shadows in any state other than knocked out.
The rats stopped serving him a couple of hours ago. Sobriety (and the advent of a waking hangover) loom dangerously close.
((OOC: Please note that my monitor is dying. I have watched the yellow bleed out of the greens and such. Everything is going orange. So if I disappear, um, I'll be back after the computer stores open.))
Mind, he can still work magic. Priorities. And he can pretty much call shadows in any state other than knocked out.
The rats stopped serving him a couple of hours ago. Sobriety (and the advent of a waking hangover) loom dangerously close.
((OOC: Please note that my monitor is dying. I have watched the yellow bleed out of the greens and such. Everything is going orange. So if I disappear, um, I'll be back after the computer stores open.))
