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Jun. 30th, 2005 12:13 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
the-damsel.livejournal.com[OOM: April leaves NYC. Timed for last Saturday.]
Jun. 30th, 2005
the-damsel.livejournal.com
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Jun. 30th, 2005 12:27 amhighking.livejournal.comPeter comes in, carrying his sword and a small bouquet of some sort of pink flower. He doesn't know what it is, so we won't bother with a particular type.
He appears to be looking for someone.
He appears to be looking for someone.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 12:40 amlord-of-dreams.livejournal.comOut of Milliways-Millitime to when Celeste Kane was in the bar. Warning for redtext.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 12:41 amtransgenic-max.livejournal.comMax wanders into the bar, muttering under her breath as she jots something down in her notepad. It's frankly a miracle that she doesn't run into anyone. She wanders up to the Bar to get a cup of coffee, before finding a booth to curl up in. More scribbling promptly ensues.
Feel free to distract her, she can't possibly be doing anything important. Not from the look of the notes, anyway.
Feel free to distract her, she can't possibly be doing anything important. Not from the look of the notes, anyway.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 12:45 amnot-bambi.livejournal.comJD inna bar, drinking a beer and wearing a bandage over one eye.
Well, don't you wanna know?
[Zilla!Summary: God, I love you all.]
JD and Merry: Meet and greet, then discuss jello, getting sympathy, being bound, homicidal janitors and free drinks.
JD and Ryan: Oh God, this was... Wonderful. Meet and greet, then: Jello mutants, their weaknesses, their plans for humanity and their currency, then discussion of cool things.
JD and Woobie: More jello discussion, then Raph turns up to confuse matters. Pathetic telepathic Woobie/Newbie battles ensue.
JD and Sam get on a lot better than yesterday: More jello. Sam has permission to kick JD in the balls whenever she wants. A better story is concocted regarding the jello-eye incident. Sam misses home.
Whoo.
Well, don't you wanna know?
[Zilla!Summary: God, I love you all.]
JD and Merry: Meet and greet, then discuss jello, getting sympathy, being bound, homicidal janitors and free drinks.
JD and Ryan: Oh God, this was... Wonderful. Meet and greet, then: Jello mutants, their weaknesses, their plans for humanity and their currency, then discussion of cool things.
JD and Woobie: More jello discussion, then Raph turns up to confuse matters. Pathetic telepathic Woobie/Newbie battles ensue.
JD and Sam get on a lot better than yesterday: More jello. Sam has permission to kick JD in the balls whenever she wants. A better story is concocted regarding the jello-eye incident. Sam misses home.
Whoo.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 12:50 amasmokeanddrink.livejournal.comRemy's sitting in a chair in the far corner, a beer on each of his sides and a smoke in his mouth
A bar at the end of the universe, good thought.
*He smiles and looks around the room examining all the people around him*
I need another set of beers.
He wants the beers but doesn't feel like getting out of the chair.
*He's scared of the bar, even though he'd never admit it*
Come talk, maybe he'll respond.
A bar at the end of the universe, good thought.
*He smiles and looks around the room examining all the people around him*
I need another set of beers.
He wants the beers but doesn't feel like getting out of the chair.
*He's scared of the bar, even though he'd never admit it*
Come talk, maybe he'll respond.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 01:01 amhttp://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/OOM: Ron and Hermione exchange letters under the door about Nita. (Finally finished).
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Jun. 30th, 2005 01:41 amarch-sariel.livejournal.comLike Dream was before, there is an angel that Does Not Approve.
(Only in black.)
Sariel looks for the first time in a long time rather worn.
And nervous.
And, well, concerned, slightly breaky ...
It is Not Her Day, and here she is with Business in the Channel Islands Sometime Soon.
She's now had five of the seven drinks Eddie made her.
Want to share a sixth? Brace yourself.
(Only in black.)
Sariel looks for the first time in a long time rather worn.
And nervous.
And, well, concerned, slightly breaky ...
It is Not Her Day, and here she is with Business in the Channel Islands Sometime Soon.
She's now had five of the seven drinks Eddie made her.
Want to share a sixth? Brace yourself.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 01:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
creator_raven[OOM: Raven provokes Oberon into a fight.]
The back door flies open, and a tiny flaming raven shape enters, switching quickly to man-form as he hits the floor.
He is burning with black flames, and there are huge fissures in his skin. He is laughing, and there is not much of sane in it.
The back door flies open, and a tiny flaming raven shape enters, switching quickly to man-form as he hits the floor.
He is burning with black flames, and there are huge fissures in his skin. He is laughing, and there is not much of sane in it.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 01:45 amundignifiedAn entrance post for a pilot, albeit a rather late one, apparently. He's at the bar, drink in hand, and he seems, well, happy as usual.
It is Wes, after all.
Someone wanna talk?
It is Wes, after all.
Someone wanna talk?
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Jun. 30th, 2005 02:37 amalwaysroomforhopeStephanie wanders downstairs and plonks herself down in a chair. She's reading. She's reading Macbeth, to be precise. It's kinda weird, but she likes it. She never used to have time to do stuff like this - always figured she'd have plenty of time to read once she was old.
Shakespeare is heavy going for an action-inclined teenager, though, even a dead one. She'd welcome company.
Shakespeare is heavy going for an action-inclined teenager, though, even a dead one. She'd welcome company.
Snark. In poetic Paravian.
Jun. 30th, 2005 02:43 amprince-arithon.livejournal.comArithon is in the bar.
He doesn't have his coat. He's also not wearing jeans. Trews, people. He's got trews on. Which is a stage somewhere between heavy hose and trousers. Fairly shapeless, really.
Actually, he looks remarkably like he could walk out the door any second and be right back at home in normal-for-Paravia clothing.
This is unlikely at this point in time. Just. He could.
He has his lyranthe. He takes requests, provided they are Paravian or Johnny Cash.
He doesn't have his coat. He's also not wearing jeans. Trews, people. He's got trews on. Which is a stage somewhere between heavy hose and trousers. Fairly shapeless, really.
Actually, he looks remarkably like he could walk out the door any second and be right back at home in normal-for-Paravia clothing.
This is unlikely at this point in time. Just. He could.
He has his lyranthe. He takes requests, provided they are Paravian or Johnny Cash.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 02:44 amgramarye1971Mikage enters the bar, looking slightly more alert than he had on his previous trips downstairs. More restful sleep the night before has made a bit of a difference.
He requests a cup of tea from the bar, and this time he does not flinch when the bar gives him a cup with a rose petal floating on the surface of the tea. But before he can turn away, he pauses.
'Might I also have something to read as well?'
There is a beat, and then there is a book on top of the bar, approximately the size and shape of a textbook. Mikage picks it up, and peers at the title. '...Absolute Conic Egg Algebra?'
He opens it, and flips through a few pages. Despite the odd title, it does seem to contain an intriguing argument concerning the basic applications of Gaussian differential geometry. And so he takes it, and the tea, to a table.
[OOC: Thread may be taken into slowtime fairly soon, but do feel free to tag.]
He requests a cup of tea from the bar, and this time he does not flinch when the bar gives him a cup with a rose petal floating on the surface of the tea. But before he can turn away, he pauses.
'Might I also have something to read as well?'
There is a beat, and then there is a book on top of the bar, approximately the size and shape of a textbook. Mikage picks it up, and peers at the title. '...Absolute Conic Egg Algebra?'
He opens it, and flips through a few pages. Despite the odd title, it does seem to contain an intriguing argument concerning the basic applications of Gaussian differential geometry. And so he takes it, and the tea, to a table.
[OOC: Thread may be taken into slowtime fairly soon, but do feel free to tag.]
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Jun. 30th, 2005 04:49 amalwaysroomforhopeSteph's still in the bar, and she's not looking too terribly happy. In fact, infuriated would probably be a decent way to describe her expression.
Utterly infuriated.
She stalks up and down past the booths, peering into each one, and then squints into the rafters. If Kon's here, and hiding, he's going to be found, and he's going to be in trouble. If he's not here, he's in even more trouble.
She has several batarangs tucked into her belt. They look sharp. She seems to be having difficulty keeping her hands off them.
Utterly infuriated.
She stalks up and down past the booths, peering into each one, and then squints into the rafters. If Kon's here, and hiding, he's going to be found, and he's going to be in trouble. If he's not here, he's in even more trouble.
She has several batarangs tucked into her belt. They look sharp. She seems to be having difficulty keeping her hands off them.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 09:07 amel-vago.livejournal.comThere is a Castillian inna bar, at the bar. This is par for the course really.
He is wearing his sign.
Let's assume he always is.
because I'm sick of typing about it and I know you're sick of reading it.
It says, I Broke the Rules in big letters.
He's also got the obligatory janitorial gear stowed away somewhere until his break is over.
He is looking quite friendly and cheerful this morning, which may be a little strange to some.
Just don't let his demeanor fool you.
He is always interested inintimidating, insulting, flirting meeting new people.
Come say hi.
He is wearing his sign.
Let's assume he always is.
It says, I Broke the Rules in big letters.
He's also got the obligatory janitorial gear stowed away somewhere until his break is over.
He is looking quite friendly and cheerful this morning, which may be a little strange to some.
Just don't let his demeanor fool you.
He is always interested in
Come say hi.
A New Arrival...
Jun. 30th, 2005 09:12 amonehoopyprefect((ooc: what the heck, let's give this a go... watch for slow response time; that innane thing called "work"))
Ford Prefect slinks carefully into the bar. This is because he's not sure if he has been in this particular bar before, and therefore should be expecting something to be thrown at him, be it glass, dagger, or Aurelian slimebeast. When no projectiles seem to be forthcoming, he straightens up and adopts his normal casual demeanor.
He catches a glimpse of a menu on a table. "Milliways, huh? I remember this place back when ol' Max was running it as a restaurant. Guess the Centaurian stock market crash took a toll." Ford sidles up to the bar, knocking on it firmly. "Barkeep, a large Janx Spirit and a small glass of water, please."
Ford Prefect slinks carefully into the bar. This is because he's not sure if he has been in this particular bar before, and therefore should be expecting something to be thrown at him, be it glass, dagger, or Aurelian slimebeast. When no projectiles seem to be forthcoming, he straightens up and adopts his normal casual demeanor.
He catches a glimpse of a menu on a table. "Milliways, huh? I remember this place back when ol' Max was running it as a restaurant. Guess the Centaurian stock market crash took a toll." Ford sidles up to the bar, knocking on it firmly. "Barkeep, a large Janx Spirit and a small glass of water, please."
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Jun. 30th, 2005 09:57 amgone_byebyeRay enters via the front door, with a slightly too clean look about him, as of someone who's just had a lengthy shower. If his order (fried chicken, with the bones in) is anything to go by, it's afternoon or evening where he's just been. If what he gets (a plate of fried chicken with the bones in, a glass of something green and sluggishly moving, and a tray of clay with a wedge shaped stick) is anything to go by, Bar thinks he needs to practice Sumerian some more.
He settles himself down at a table near the door and starts in on the food. Cuneiform can wait.
He settles himself down at a table near the door and starts in on the food. Cuneiform can wait.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 10:03 amthe_seafarerCaspian comes in looking very pleased with himself, and promptly orders some breakfast from Bar, which arrives along with a few buckets of paint. Looking even more pleased, he pats Bar fondly.
"How did you know?" In a moment he settles to his breakfast, but would be very pleased with some company.
"How did you know?" In a moment he settles to his breakfast, but would be very pleased with some company.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 10:28 amslayer_frayMel's sitting in the bar, at a table, a large bottle of Tequila to one side, from which she's swigging occasionally, and a bowl of icecream in front of her.
She looks neither depressed nor particularly self absorbed, just patient, waiting. She even has a book: apparently she's discovered that Bar can provide Watcher's Diaries. She glances at the front door at frequent intervals.
[Summary: Mel's... well, everything, brings all the boys to the yard. Akito notices her hair and they talk about love and being Bound; Guppy sees the ice cream, which admittedly makes an interesting breakfast, and thanks her for the Hellfly; The Woobie is skeptical about Tequila for breakfast so worries at her; Flash is more interested in the book, and about Slayers, until they compare woes about Indy. Finally, although first thread in the post, Arithon talks to Mel for just being Mel, and they bond over having genocidal brothers: something that could only happen in Milliways. Then they get drunk.]
She looks neither depressed nor particularly self absorbed, just patient, waiting. She even has a book: apparently she's discovered that Bar can provide Watcher's Diaries. She glances at the front door at frequent intervals.
[Summary: Mel's... well, everything, brings all the boys to the yard. Akito notices her hair and they talk about love and being Bound; Guppy sees the ice cream, which admittedly makes an interesting breakfast, and thanks her for the Hellfly; The Woobie is skeptical about Tequila for breakfast so worries at her; Flash is more interested in the book, and about Slayers, until they compare woes about Indy. Finally, although first thread in the post, Arithon talks to Mel for just being Mel, and they bond over having genocidal brothers: something that could only happen in Milliways. Then they get drunk.]
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Jun. 30th, 2005 10:34 amguppy_sandhuGuppy sits in a booth, reading the paper and drinking coffee. He still has his black eye hidden more or less behind his hair.
He doesn't look very awake yet.
He doesn't look very awake yet.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 10:37 amlast_adam*Adam's in his corner, as per usual. No sign of anything wrong, with morning coffee, how could there be?*
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Jun. 30th, 2005 11:05 ameldorne-girl.livejournal.com[ooc: OOM: Delia's trial - featuring Delia, Alanna, George, Indy, an unexpected speech from Delia and a surprising ruling on Jonthan's part before Indy...snaps.]
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Jun. 30th, 2005 11:05 amempath-wiggin.livejournal.comFor once, Valentine is not in the bar. She is out back, if you really wanted to know, finishing a run around the lake. However, instead of going back into the bar, she pops into her tent for a moment, then comes out with a book, which she puts on the ground, and attempts to mimic moves from it. It seems to be not something new. She's... not horrid, but not really good. Yet. Feel free to interrupt.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 11:19 ammortisbelle.livejournal.comThe vampire enters the bar. First stop, the bar, for a drink and a very pleasing chatter with Arithon. From there, she moves to a chair near the fireplace.
Come bug her.
Come bug her.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 11:58 amaudieraines.livejournal.comAudrey is sitting in some dark corner of the bar. Her feet are on the chair, she is holding her knees to her chest and looks a little distraught.
In the psychological grand scheme of things this is Not Good.
In the psychological grand scheme of things this is Not Good.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 12:38 pmdeadlywhore.livejournal.comTayven is in the bar, drinking a cup of tea and thinking. And people watching. That always entertains him. He wouldn't mind some company, though.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 12:49 pmiamnotstorm.livejournal.comSarah was back, flaunting her bandages today, instead of trying to hide them under a flannel shirt. But that's because today they're brightly colored, Roxy and Grunge had attacked them with markers at breakfast that morning, leaving her looking oddly tattooed, and Bobby had presented her with a new shirt, one that read simply 'I do all my own stunts'
She was in a much better mood about the injury than she had been the day before, and was celebrating with a banana split and an orange soda, perched at the bar and smiling mostly to herself.
Ask her what happened, if you don't already know, she'll actually tell you today.
(ooc: mun's got a bit of time on lunchbreak as always. Will catch any missed responses once she returns home)
She was in a much better mood about the injury than she had been the day before, and was celebrating with a banana split and an orange soda, perched at the bar and smiling mostly to herself.
Ask her what happened, if you don't already know, she'll actually tell you today.
(ooc: mun's got a bit of time on lunchbreak as always. Will catch any missed responses once she returns home)
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Jun. 30th, 2005 01:20 pmdoc-venkman.livejournal.comPeter stops down in the Bar, ordering his usual. He's dressed in his regular uniform, and got the PKE meter strapped to his belt. He left the pack in his room though. He's whistling as he shleps his books, and notebook.
Stop by to say hi, or tell him to knock it off before he starts singing.
Stop by to say hi, or tell him to knock it off before he starts singing.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 01:20 pmmctrillian.livejournal.comTrillian's in Milliways.
And oh, is she ever happy.
Why? If you look down to a certain entrance post, you may easily know.
[Her mun, however, has many a family visting and may vanish at random.]
And oh, is she ever happy.
Why? If you look down to a certain entrance post, you may easily know.
[Her mun, however, has many a family visting and may vanish at random.]
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Jun. 30th, 2005 01:21 pmunderwater-owl.livejournal.comRandom's back in the bar, staring at the now familiar spread of Tarot cards adorning the table in front of him.
He's drinking a now cold cup of tea, trying (and failing) to concentrate.
Failing rather spectacularly, actually.
He's drinking a now cold cup of tea, trying (and failing) to concentrate.
Failing rather spectacularly, actually.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 01:21 pmlvpd_sidleThere is a Sara in the bar.
She is working on some letters for various people.
Feel free to bug her.
She is working on some letters for various people.
Feel free to bug her.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 01:24 pmhalf-sidhe.livejournal.comShe has gotten new clothing.
Gone is the slightly rumpled very dingy dress of yesterday, and in it's place is a pair of nice black linen slacks and a dove grey cashmere sweater. Appearently bar understands that Merry is used to a level of quality in her clothing.
She makes her way down stairs, and heads to the bar, ordering herself a lunch..and a triel juice, or at least she's hoping thats what she's supposed to order.
Welcoming conversations.
[OOC: Mun might be a little slow here and there, but will be on for pretty much all day. Forgive her if she takes a bit to respond, boychild is awake]
Gone is the slightly rumpled very dingy dress of yesterday, and in it's place is a pair of nice black linen slacks and a dove grey cashmere sweater. Appearently bar understands that Merry is used to a level of quality in her clothing.
She makes her way down stairs, and heads to the bar, ordering herself a lunch..and a triel juice, or at least she's hoping thats what she's supposed to order.
Welcoming conversations.
[OOC: Mun might be a little slow here and there, but will be on for pretty much all day. Forgive her if she takes a bit to respond, boychild is awake]
Joan's entrance
Jun. 30th, 2005 01:33 pmnotasaint-joan.livejournal.com( Pre-Milliways )
What the? Since when did leaving the bookstore take you to a bar? And a really strange bar at that. And what's with all of these people? If you could even call some of them that.
Welcome to Milliways, Joan Girardi.
(ooc summary: Ok, in order:
Joan meets Ray, he tells her about the bar, she gets a drink, and a key, finds out she's Bound, and Ray does his best to comfort her. While Joan's reminded of her brothers.
Joan briefly meets Val
Snow stops by in her official capacity to welcome the newbie, gives her the Rules of the Bar, and an overview of the place.
Drusilla also notices something interesting about who Joan talks to regularly, and subsquently freaks Joan out.
{and of course there was some well-deserved squee and fangirling from the latter two muns, thxs to all muns for the welcoming party} )
What the? Since when did leaving the bookstore take you to a bar? And a really strange bar at that. And what's with all of these people? If you could even call some of them that.
Welcome to Milliways, Joan Girardi.
(ooc summary: Ok, in order:
Joan meets Ray, he tells her about the bar, she gets a drink, and a key, finds out she's Bound, and Ray does his best to comfort her. While Joan's reminded of her brothers.
Joan briefly meets Val
Snow stops by in her official capacity to welcome the newbie, gives her the Rules of the Bar, and an overview of the place.
Drusilla also notices something interesting about who Joan talks to regularly, and subsquently freaks Joan out.
{and of course there was some well-deserved squee and fangirling from the latter two muns, thxs to all muns for the welcoming party} )
transgenic-max.livejournal.comMax wanders in, looking faintly troubled. As seems to be her custom, she curls up in a booth, cup of coffee in hand. She's not reading today, instead, she's people-watching. Rather intently, actually. She may or may not be looking for something.
Feel free to ask. Or bother, in general.
Feel free to ask. Or bother, in general.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 01:41 pmyoualleverybody.livejournal.comLiam and Megan are in the bar, sitting at the piano. Megan is perched on Liam's lap so she can reach the keys, and is playing happily - a simple tune, but recognisable as a tune.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 01:45 pmnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comAce in a bar.
More specifically, Ace on a barstool, with a chocolate milkshake, working on a Rubik's Cube.
And solving it rather more quickly than those not well acquainted with Ace would believe.
More specifically, Ace on a barstool, with a chocolate milkshake, working on a Rubik's Cube.
And solving it rather more quickly than those not well acquainted with Ace would believe.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 01:57 pmeldorne-girl.livejournal.com[ooc: OOM: Delia, after the trial. Warning for suicide.]
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Jun. 30th, 2005 02:04 pmnot-speedy.livejournal.comRoy Harper's back in the bar. Big surprise. Damned AC broke in his apartment so until it's fixed, he's camping out here and Lian's off with her friends visiting a science mueseum.
Which probably accounts for him not even bothering with a shirt.
He's currently drinking as much water as the bar can provide and trying not to sing "Don't phunk with my heart" with little success.
Which probably accounts for him not even bothering with a shirt.
He's currently drinking as much water as the bar can provide and trying not to sing "Don't phunk with my heart" with little success.
Tony gets an iPod, catches up with Jaina.
Jun. 30th, 2005 02:07 pmiwasalevel6.livejournal.com[ OOM: Tony contemplates on scars and second chances. ]
Weird things happen at Milliways.
Which is why a happy Tony shouldn’t be any stranger than the universe ending outside the Observation Window. This Tony, whom few in Milliways have ever seen before, walks to the bar and orders his lunch, taking a seat on a barstool.
Along with his order, a curious object appears: a green iPod mini. At some point it must have made the acquaintance of a hard, rough floor, as there is a small chip on the upper right corner where the headphone jack is. Most curious about this object are the headphones themselves—not the signature white earbuds made famous in the television commercials, but a thick, heavy black set of stereo headphones that seem to dwarf the overglorified MP3 player. Tony picks up the device and holds it in his hand, donning the headphones and fiddling with the central control button until he’s able to select the “Shuffle Songs” option.
However, he accidentally turns the volume up too high. And unfortunately, the theme to Star Wars begins to play.
Any wise film score geek would wisely advise Tony not to listen to John Williams songs at high volume. Unfortunately, Tony is not a film score geek, and despite his vast geeky knowledge of the Star Wars universe, he is not quite prepared to anticipate the first note of the theme at high volume. Startled, Tony jumps. And falls out of his chair.
Silly Tony. Doesn’t he know he already has a bruise over his eye?
Someone stop him before he hurts himself again.
Weird things happen at Milliways.
Which is why a happy Tony shouldn’t be any stranger than the universe ending outside the Observation Window. This Tony, whom few in Milliways have ever seen before, walks to the bar and orders his lunch, taking a seat on a barstool.
Along with his order, a curious object appears: a green iPod mini. At some point it must have made the acquaintance of a hard, rough floor, as there is a small chip on the upper right corner where the headphone jack is. Most curious about this object are the headphones themselves—not the signature white earbuds made famous in the television commercials, but a thick, heavy black set of stereo headphones that seem to dwarf the overglorified MP3 player. Tony picks up the device and holds it in his hand, donning the headphones and fiddling with the central control button until he’s able to select the “Shuffle Songs” option.
However, he accidentally turns the volume up too high. And unfortunately, the theme to Star Wars begins to play.
Any wise film score geek would wisely advise Tony not to listen to John Williams songs at high volume. Unfortunately, Tony is not a film score geek, and despite his vast geeky knowledge of the Star Wars universe, he is not quite prepared to anticipate the first note of the theme at high volume. Startled, Tony jumps. And falls out of his chair.
Silly Tony. Doesn’t he know he already has a bruise over his eye?
Someone stop him before he hurts himself again.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 02:21 pmmusical-muse.livejournal.com*Tere comes in, looking rather drained, but content and settles at the piano*
There was a time
Our happiness seemed neverending.
I was so sure
The where we were heading was right.
Like a road
So certain and straight and unbending;
Our little road
With never a crossroad in site.
Back in the days
When we sopke in civilized voices,
Women in white
And sturdy young men at the oar.
Back in the days
When I let you make all my choices...
We can never go back to before.
There was a time
My feet were so solidly planted,
You'd sail away
WHile I turned my back to the sea.
I was content,
A princess asleep and enchanted.
If I had dreams,
Then I let you dream them for me.
Back in the days
When everything seemed so much clearer.
Women in white
Who knew what their lives held in store.
Where are they now,
Those women who stared from the mirror?
We can never go back to before.
There are people out there
Unafraid of revealing
That they might have a feeling,
Or they might have been wrong.
There are people out there
Unafraid to feel sorrow,
Unafraid of tomorrow,
Unafraid to be weak...
Unafriad to be strong!
There was a time
When you were the person in motion.
I was your wife.
It never occurred to want more.
You were my sky,
My moon and my stars and my ocean.
We can never go back to before.
We can never go back to before...
There was a time
Our happiness seemed neverending.
I was so sure
The where we were heading was right.
Like a road
So certain and straight and unbending;
Our little road
With never a crossroad in site.
Back in the days
When we sopke in civilized voices,
Women in white
And sturdy young men at the oar.
Back in the days
When I let you make all my choices...
We can never go back to before.
There was a time
My feet were so solidly planted,
You'd sail away
WHile I turned my back to the sea.
I was content,
A princess asleep and enchanted.
If I had dreams,
Then I let you dream them for me.
Back in the days
When everything seemed so much clearer.
Women in white
Who knew what their lives held in store.
Where are they now,
Those women who stared from the mirror?
We can never go back to before.
There are people out there
Unafraid of revealing
That they might have a feeling,
Or they might have been wrong.
There are people out there
Unafraid to feel sorrow,
Unafraid of tomorrow,
Unafraid to be weak...
Unafriad to be strong!
There was a time
When you were the person in motion.
I was your wife.
It never occurred to want more.
You were my sky,
My moon and my stars and my ocean.
We can never go back to before.
We can never go back to before...
prince-arithon.livejournal.comArithon enters the bar, carting his harp with him.
Which, considering the size of it, is something of an undertaking all by itself.
Regardless, he has the harp and hefts it out toward the lake. A beautiful day should be taken advantage of.
He even manages to keep his sword untangled from it.
Which, considering the size of it, is something of an undertaking all by itself.
Regardless, he has the harp and hefts it out toward the lake. A beautiful day should be taken advantage of.
He even manages to keep his sword untangled from it.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 03:11 pmtestpilot-hal.livejournal.comThe Door opens, letting in a moment's worth of traffic and noise. Underneath it is the scent of humidity, diesel, asphalt and life so familiar to any city-dweller. An unassuming man in a simple green t-shirt and blue jeans steps through and closes the door behind him. Turning back to the Bar, he glances at the glowing ring on his right hand, allows himself a satisfied smile and a small nod and steps up to the Bar proper.
"Let's start with just a glass of cold water."
A frosted glass filled with melting crushed ice appears. The man takes a long sip and sits on an available stool.
"Thank you, Bar."
Hal Jordan is back in Milliways.
"Let's start with just a glass of cold water."
A frosted glass filled with melting crushed ice appears. The man takes a long sip and sits on an available stool.
"Thank you, Bar."
Hal Jordan is back in Milliways.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 03:28 pmand-far-away.livejournal.comSharpe is sitting at a table off to one side, passing the time by honing his sword with a small whetstone.
Acclimatising
Jun. 30th, 2005 03:29 pmmuddy-mutt.livejournal.comGaspode has woken up and watched the bar for quite some time now. It's a strange kind of tavern, really. Still nobody has tried to kick him out. He has even gotten some food. But, as it is, he's hungry again. Really hungry. The growl in his belly could be mistaken for unfriendlyness, in fact.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 03:29 pmulfin-kingsman.livejournal.comUlfin comes downstairs, his expression a mixture of relief, confusion and some wariness. The bruises are fading but still visible on his face if you look closely. He sits in a quiet corner and watches the people.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 03:30 pmpink-sombrera.livejournal.comSheemie is perched on a stool by the bar, taking everything in with a kind of delighted fascination.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 03:40 pmplague-journal.livejournal.comNow mostly recovered from his over-indulgences of alcohol and pancakes, Kid wanders downstairs with his notebook and Orchid. After going by the bar to pick up a large, very black coffee, he slides into a booth across from the Window That Never Sleeps.
Looking for inspiration or a fight? You decide.
Looking for inspiration or a fight? You decide.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 03:52 pmmnt_mikeMike slowly makes his way down the stairs and into the bar. It's quiet up in the Suite. Too quiet. A type of quiet that tends to amplify the noise in one's head.
Mike, a lover of noise in general, doesn't particuarly like this sort. Hence the slow downward crawl towards civilization. It's debatable whether or not he should be on his feet at all, as he's not entirely sure what's wrong with him. Things are ... off. He'd go to a healer, but then he'd have to tell them what happened. And if he knows what's wrong, he'll have to tell her, which will only serve to make her feel worse.
He can't have that.
He spies an empty table, and makes his way towards it.
Mike, a lover of noise in general, doesn't particuarly like this sort. Hence the slow downward crawl towards civilization. It's debatable whether or not he should be on his feet at all, as he's not entirely sure what's wrong with him. Things are ... off. He'd go to a healer, but then he'd have to tell them what happened. And if he knows what's wrong, he'll have to tell her, which will only serve to make her feel worse.
He can't have that.
He spies an empty table, and makes his way towards it.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 04:22 pmthecooloneHe has every intention of writing to his brother, Charlie, but keeps getting distracted.
By memories, by idle thoughts, by the noises around him.
And so he sets down the quill and parchment and instead, wonders when he'll be able to sleep through the night again without thinking about what happened in Hogsmeade and Dover, and how best to get past all that, and orders himself a nice pint of cider from a passing wait-rat and sits back, boots up on a nearby chair, watching people.
By memories, by idle thoughts, by the noises around him.
And so he sets down the quill and parchment and instead, wonders when he'll be able to sleep through the night again without thinking about what happened in Hogsmeade and Dover, and how best to get past all that, and orders himself a nice pint of cider from a passing wait-rat and sits back, boots up on a nearby chair, watching people.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 04:31 pmhenry-jones-jr.livejournal.comA familiar figure slips in through the front door, bawdy laughter and raucous merriment trailing in with him. He turns and watches the red-head melt back into the revelry of the smoky tavern. He doesn't blame her—for anything—for not wanting to come back yet. But he had to.
The door sweeps shut, cutting off the sounds with a soft click.
Indy looks around quietly from the threshold, not expectant or hopeful, just checking. For a face. To those that know where he's been, everything should be apparent from his circumstance, his bleak expression and the dejection shrouding his demeanor and posture. He's a shadow of the man they know. It may not have been as he expected it, but the eventuality is the same. Worse.
Behind the green sheet of glass. A million miles below their feet.
There are friendly faces; a select few showing concern and sympathy. But no sign of her.
Green, green of her eyes. A million miles, a million miles
Once he's established this, he despondently makes his way across the room and heads upstairs, ignoring everyone and everything for the time being.
But he returns soon, with an even dourer look cut across his features. He'd had to check their room, with all that entailed. And now, eyes glazed and distant again, he takes the bottle of bourbon and the glass that are waiting on the bar, and heads for a booth.
[Summary: Indy is consoled in part by a host of rallying friends, in the form of Mike, Tere, Meg, Tim from the cells, and Mel. Mike plans a tuna casserole for comfort food, while Mel and Indy muse about their partners' best aspects before some much needed levity/insanity.]
The door sweeps shut, cutting off the sounds with a soft click.
Indy looks around quietly from the threshold, not expectant or hopeful, just checking. For a face. To those that know where he's been, everything should be apparent from his circumstance, his bleak expression and the dejection shrouding his demeanor and posture. He's a shadow of the man they know. It may not have been as he expected it, but the eventuality is the same. Worse.
Behind the green sheet of glass. A million miles below their feet.
There are friendly faces; a select few showing concern and sympathy. But no sign of her.
Green, green of her eyes. A million miles, a million miles
Once he's established this, he despondently makes his way across the room and heads upstairs, ignoring everyone and everything for the time being.
But he returns soon, with an even dourer look cut across his features. He'd had to check their room, with all that entailed. And now, eyes glazed and distant again, he takes the bottle of bourbon and the glass that are waiting on the bar, and heads for a booth.
[Summary: Indy is consoled in part by a host of rallying friends, in the form of Mike, Tere, Meg, Tim from the cells, and Mel. Mike plans a tuna casserole for comfort food, while Mel and Indy muse about their partners' best aspects before some much needed levity/insanity.]
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Jun. 30th, 2005 05:28 pmwellthrownstone.livejournal.com*Garion's in the bar, looking decidedly glum. He's scrunched up in a booth, a sure sign that something is amiss as he usually takes the chance to sprawl on every available inch, and he's staring at the ceiling.*
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Jun. 30th, 2005 05:33 pmsonofwhitecity.livejournal.comBoromir sits at a table, a plate of supper at one hand and a thick blank journal, pot of ink and pen in the other. He writes laboriously, like someone unaccustomed to it, and often stops to frown at what he's written.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 06:08 pmsai_delgadoShe comes into the room-- but not from outside, not this evening. Susan Delgado walks out of the staff hallway and detours by the bar long enough to collect a cup of hot chocolate before curling up -- in the corner of an out-of-the-way booth, say true, far from her usual place.
There she sits, quietly watching the room. The hat she's been working on is nowhere in evidence, and neither is her usual smile.
[Susan helps Sabin get two chocobos settled in the stables; receives a knife from Faith along with advice and discusses Barty; finds out that Lilly is one of Dream's and in discussion about Logan, Roland, and Cuthbert they renew club memberships; and talks with Barty Crouch himself-- with Alain's quick involved presence, as well.]
There she sits, quietly watching the room. The hat she's been working on is nowhere in evidence, and neither is her usual smile.
[Susan helps Sabin get two chocobos settled in the stables; receives a knife from Faith along with advice and discusses Barty; finds out that Lilly is one of Dream's and in discussion about Logan, Roland, and Cuthbert they renew club memberships; and talks with Barty Crouch himself-- with Alain's quick involved presence, as well.]
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Jun. 30th, 2005 06:26 pmballetrat*It's dark out.
Normally, around this time, Meg would be coming in from outside after a day of practice and settling down with a cup of coffee. Today, she stays out; shooting and swordplay she can practice in the shade, but for dance you need open space, and she has learned something from her days of sunburn.
Pirouette, pas de chat, plier, battered practice shoes moving swiftly over the dry grass, repeated movements over and over.
If she has to wait to go back to work, she's at least going to get something out of it. Also, it helps with the not thinking.*
Normally, around this time, Meg would be coming in from outside after a day of practice and settling down with a cup of coffee. Today, she stays out; shooting and swordplay she can practice in the shade, but for dance you need open space, and she has learned something from her days of sunburn.
Pirouette, pas de chat, plier, battered practice shoes moving swiftly over the dry grass, repeated movements over and over.
If she has to wait to go back to work, she's at least going to get something out of it. Also, it helps with the not thinking.*
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Jun. 30th, 2005 06:29 pmunique-moments.livejournal.comSam's in the bar. With her headphones on ears again, but a new CD in her player. Zero 7, this time.
She leans against Bar, trying to catch the straw in her milkshake with her tongue, but having no such luck...
Come and prod/poke/cuddle (if you're Andrew) or talk to her!
She leans against Bar, trying to catch the straw in her milkshake with her tongue, but having no such luck...
Come and prod/poke/cuddle (if you're Andrew) or talk to her!
Happy 24th Hour
Jun. 30th, 2005 06:36 pmiwasalevel6.livejournal.comAfter catching up with a few people in the bar, Tony darts upstairs to take a shower and get ready for his shift. He emerges some time later wearing khakis, a black t-shirt and a smile. Stepping behind the bar, he dons the apron, wipes down the counter and writes the specials on the bar:
Why, is there a theme? Perhaps, and it may explain the bruise above his left eye. Ask Tony for more details!
In any case, Tony finishes his pre-shift duties, faces the crowd and asks, "What can I get you?"
| Today's specials: | Nuclear Ice Tea Mandy Sea Carbomb 24k nightmare Jen's Creamy Sighs Bittersweet Jack |
Why, is there a theme? Perhaps, and it may explain the bruise above his left eye. Ask Tony for more details!
In any case, Tony finishes his pre-shift duties, faces the crowd and asks, "What can I get you?"
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Jun. 30th, 2005 06:41 pmmistressmaryquitecontraryMary has slept for quite a long time.
Now, having woken up and been faced with a problem, and waited quite a long time for someone - anyone - to come and help her, she trails downstairs in her nightgown, looking stiff and sulky. And vaguely hungry.
Now, having woken up and been faced with a problem, and waited quite a long time for someone - anyone - to come and help her, she trails downstairs in her nightgown, looking stiff and sulky. And vaguely hungry.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 06:51 pmgris_bug_manGrissom is in the bar. He is reading a book and ignoring his cell phone.
Every so often, a grasshopper is sacrificed.
Every so often, a grasshopper is sacrificed.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 07:04 pmgonna_live[OOC: Susan and Kaylee on Serenity -- only they get, uh, interrupted. By the Hero of Canton. :D]
A first entrance.
Jun. 30th, 2005 07:08 pmfinestmusic.livejournal.com[ Pre-Milliways ]
"This'd be the shop," says Lynn, opening the door proudly.
... onto something that isn't the shop.
The people she had been leading have vanished.
So has the Bowery.
And she's standing somewhere she knows she's never, ever been.
"How . . . ?"
"This'd be the shop," says Lynn, opening the door proudly.
... onto something that isn't the shop.
The people she had been leading have vanished.
So has the Bowery.
And she's standing somewhere she knows she's never, ever been.
"How . . . ?"
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Jun. 30th, 2005 07:09 pmthelastearthman.livejournal.comArthur. At the bar. With tea.
And that's all really, because his mun is running out of entrance posts.
And that's all really, because his mun is running out of entrance posts.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 07:11 pmnot-a-redshirt.livejournal.com[OOM: Castle and Mercutio finally just give in and hop into bed together. And then they talk about death and dancing and other things, in between small bursts of schmoopcute.
Millitimed to Monday afternoon.]
Millitimed to Monday afternoon.]
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Jun. 30th, 2005 07:17 pmprototype-karr.livejournal.com*HOOOONK!*
It seems that a certain Trans Am has decided to be irritating today. He barrels in from the lake, his undercarriage liberally splattered with bits of grass and mud. He rolls to a halt, honking his horn again, then stopping to see who pops up and/or throws things at him. He's got to entertain himself somehow, after all...
It seems that a certain Trans Am has decided to be irritating today. He barrels in from the lake, his undercarriage liberally splattered with bits of grass and mud. He rolls to a halt, honking his horn again, then stopping to see who pops up and/or throws things at him. He's got to entertain himself somehow, after all...
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Jun. 30th, 2005 07:18 pmtalented-biter.livejournal.comOne Doll.
One Table Fort that is HERS and you should NOT COME IN because she doesn't go into YOUR forts or take YOUR parents away or burn YOUR house up with a fire, so you should not go in HER Table Fort, no.
Sunny is sitting with Jemma inna corner of her Table Fort.
She is Not Happy. And has bitten through two teething rings.
Not.
Happy.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 07:27 pmbloodyrockgodCharlie has his guitar and notebook, but is doodling idly rather than doing anything productive.
The idle doodles vaguely resemble a fat smiling baby. That must be why he scribbles it out and turns to a blank page.
The idle doodles vaguely resemble a fat smiling baby. That must be why he scribbles it out and turns to a blank page.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 07:29 pmfaithful-slayer.livejournal.comFaith is in the bar, sitting at a table with her feet propped up on the chair next to her, shiny security badge plainly visible.
She's carving stakes again, and there's an empty plate and half a cup of coffee next to her.
Come chat?
She's carving stakes again, and there's an empty plate and half a cup of coffee next to her.
Come chat?
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Jun. 30th, 2005 07:48 pmchelleuncurledMichelle's sitting in a booth. She's slowly getting used to the bar again, but for her she hasn't been gone *that* long.
She's got a plate of nachos and she doesn't mind sharing.
[ooc: Mun running off for dinner, bbl.]
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Jun. 30th, 2005 08:02 pmthedigitalpimp.livejournal.comMouse is in a booth. He's got a big bowl of vanilla ice cream with crushed pieces of Oreo in it.
It's amazing how a guy that scrawny can eat that much.
[ooc: Switching computers for a little while. Should be back to normal speed soon.]
It's amazing how a guy that scrawny can eat that much.
[ooc: Switching computers for a little while. Should be back to normal speed soon.]
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Jun. 30th, 2005 08:03 pmbadinlatin"Bar, can you make sure Faith gets this?"
Simple enough - piece of yellowed paper, looks like the size of paper you'd find in a grocery store paperback, if Mal had ever seen one of those. Just cuz it happens to have the Kata for "Faith" on it in the only red ink Mal had left in his supply on the ship just makes the paper special.
The door barely misses hitting Mal's ass on the way out.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 08:10 pmkayip.livejournal.com[OOM: Behrooz is forced to leave his new home when his identity is put at risk.]
And Behrooz walks quickly into the bar.
He stops abrputly, and blinks a couple of times.
Oh, not again...
He turns back to the door and tries to leave again. It refuses to open. Behrooz sighs exasperatedly and walks toward the bar and sits down, resigning himself to being stuck again.
Apparently, he can't get pulled into the bar at a convenient time. That would be silly.
And Behrooz walks quickly into the bar.
He stops abrputly, and blinks a couple of times.
Oh, not again...
He turns back to the door and tries to leave again. It refuses to open. Behrooz sighs exasperatedly and walks toward the bar and sits down, resigning himself to being stuck again.
Apparently, he can't get pulled into the bar at a convenient time. That would be silly.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 08:11 pmaccessobrian.livejournal.comChloe's back downstairs. It probably isn't all that smart for her to be back downstairs.
Anyone wanna ask why?
Anyone wanna ask why?
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Jun. 30th, 2005 08:12 pmhowling_laughThere is a full ashtray at the bar, along with a Coyote who is nervously chain smoking. No, her hands are not still shaking, that is just your imagination.
She has an expensive bottle of vodka at her elbow as well, but it isn't opened yet. She's wearing sunglasses, and her now battered leather jacket is laying on the stool next to her.
She has an expensive bottle of vodka at her elbow as well, but it isn't opened yet. She's wearing sunglasses, and her now battered leather jacket is laying on the stool next to her.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 08:16 pmprince-arithon.livejournal.comAt some point after his conversation with Sunny, Arithon managed to get as far as a booth.
And then overload, backlash, and all the other things that happen when you whistle a Bright Shiner and then defy your own strained and wounded magical abilities get the better of him.
Which is to say; one small, usually grumpy sorcerer is curled up in a very tight ball of what would be screaming agony if he could just remember how you scream.
Rachel comes by and offers enough power for Arithon to do emergency first-aid on his brain. They talk about Arithon's growing-up years for a while. Svava comes by later and provides healing and pain-killers. There is minimal white-text, great amounts of angst, and lots of whispering.
And then overload, backlash, and all the other things that happen when you whistle a Bright Shiner and then defy your own strained and wounded magical abilities get the better of him.
Which is to say; one small, usually grumpy sorcerer is curled up in a very tight ball of what would be screaming agony if he could just remember how you scream.
Rachel comes by and offers enough power for Arithon to do emergency first-aid on his brain. They talk about Arithon's growing-up years for a while. Svava comes by later and provides healing and pain-killers. There is minimal white-text, great amounts of angst, and lots of whispering.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 08:35 pmmusical-muse.livejournal.com*Tere is still in the bar, at the piano, playing Chopin Nocturnes, as if by rote. It's perhaps the only time she has been around people and played without feeling*
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Jun. 30th, 2005 08:43 pmteh-data-fork.livejournal.comAdam is back down in the Bar. He's sitting at a table with a very large glass of Mountain Dew and a bag of chips.
He's staring intently at the wall with a decidedly pissy look on his face. Come distract him before he goes all cross-eyed or something.
He's staring intently at the wall with a decidedly pissy look on his face. Come distract him before he goes all cross-eyed or something.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 08:57 pmtpb-clergy.livejournal.comA befuddled old man comes wandering down the stairs. If you've been wondering where he's been, don't ask. He couldn't explain it to you (It has something to do with his sock drawer, but that's all I'm gonna say). He manages to make it to the bar without mishap and sits down, looking around and wondering just when all these nice people will clear out of his office and let him get back to work.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 09:01 pmcreator_ravenRaven is perched uncomfortably in a chair by the fire. He is sipping from a mug of warm spiced cider, and he watches the fire pensively.
His eyes are far away.
Occasionally, he clenches his left hand, until the knuckles are white.
Those who notice such things might see that an elaborate illusion covers his entire form.
Feel free to distract him.
His eyes are far away.
Occasionally, he clenches his left hand, until the knuckles are white.
Those who notice such things might see that an elaborate illusion covers his entire form.
Feel free to distract him.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 09:10 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy is at the bar, playing drunken chess with Mitzi. It's pretty much the same as normal chess, except the pawns move diagonally in alternate directions and Mitzi wins more quickly. His black eye is still visible under his hair. He has beer.
Come say hi. He's not on call tonight, so should be around for a while.
Come say hi. He's not on call tonight, so should be around for a while.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 09:21 pmhonest-johns.livejournal.comAlain comes in from outside, intending to go to the bar.
He spots Susan, talking to a man he doesn't know. She's pale, and glancing about as if to find someone; when he catches her eye, she lifts her chin in a fractional nod.
Eyes narrowing, he changes direction, and heads towards them.
[OOC summary: Alain and Tom discuss Barty.]
He spots Susan, talking to a man he doesn't know. She's pale, and glancing about as if to find someone; when he catches her eye, she lifts her chin in a fractional nod.
Eyes narrowing, he changes direction, and heads towards them.
[OOC summary: Alain and Tom discuss Barty.]
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Jun. 30th, 2005 09:35 pmdoc-venkman.livejournal.comPeter stepped outside for some fresh air, but now he's back in the Bar this evening. He's obviously more relaxed than he's been in some time. Amazing what going home can do for a man.
He's even brought back his sign:
Dr. Peter Venkman, Ph.D.
Psychology and Parapsychology
The doctor isin out.
Go ahead and distract him from his note taking, or stop by to talk.
(ooc summary to come. slowtimed due to mun needing sleep)
He's even brought back his sign:
Dr. Peter Venkman, Ph.D.
Psychology and Parapsychology
The doctor is
Go ahead and distract him from his note taking, or stop by to talk.
(ooc summary to come. slowtimed due to mun needing sleep)
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Jun. 30th, 2005 09:42 pmfairest1.livejournal.com*Snow enters the bar with Wade and Millie, and stops by Bar for dinner. Because Bar(and the mun)forgot previously, two small gold bracelets appear for Snow and Millie along with their order and a one-word note from Bar. Snow smiles and takes everything to the usual booth before settling the twins down and feeding them*
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Jun. 30th, 2005 09:55 pmnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comAce is in the bar.
Lying on the couch.
Still working on that Rubik's Cube. It's kept her occupied all day long.
Lying on the couch.
Still working on that Rubik's Cube. It's kept her occupied all day long.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 10:00 pmbartyjr.livejournal.comBarty enters the bar from the offices. He looks relieved rather than happy.
He waits until he sees one of the bar-rats before he places his drink order; he won't be directly ordering from Bar for some time. A double firewhiskey. A very expensive one.
He goes to the most comfortable seat he can find, and relaxes.
He waits until he sees one of the bar-rats before he places his drink order; he won't be directly ordering from Bar for some time. A double firewhiskey. A very expensive one.
He goes to the most comfortable seat he can find, and relaxes.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 10:10 pmasar-suti.livejournal.comAsar-Suti is sitting outside, with a notebook and a big bunch of seed packet, making notes about every single one.
He is most possibly crtiquing plants, making his comments about his own experience with them.
And he's got iced coffee.
He is most possibly crtiquing plants, making his comments about his own experience with them.
And he's got iced coffee.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 10:24 pmgone_byebyeRay started off today intending to design a floor-cleaning robot with the ability to sort out small items and present them to him after the fact. Somehow this has metamorphosed into electrical schematics that look more as if they're meant to be installed in harnesses or on large bracelets, and then into furious scribbling that could have been more neatly rendered by a drunken hamster with inked-up feet.
It's hungry work, which is why he heads to the Bar. Before ordering, he pauses, expression thoughtful.
"Bar,' he says at last, "I have a special request, if it's not too much trouble. Before I start, here." He lays down a small bag that makes soft chinking stone-on-stone noises. "This should help cover it... anyway. Would it be at all possible for you to give me, say, a human-suitable portion of some meat or other that Scribble or her mother would eat back home? I would appreciate it a great deal. Barring that, the ostrich-in-brown-sauce dish I had the last time I was at the Green Pearl on Mott Street would be just fine."
After some time, a plate appears with a steak on it. There is a light butter-and-garlic sauce involved, and it seems to be resting on fiddleheads. The drink offered is mineral water.
"Thank you very much, Bar."
It's hungry work, which is why he heads to the Bar. Before ordering, he pauses, expression thoughtful.
"Bar,' he says at last, "I have a special request, if it's not too much trouble. Before I start, here." He lays down a small bag that makes soft chinking stone-on-stone noises. "This should help cover it... anyway. Would it be at all possible for you to give me, say, a human-suitable portion of some meat or other that Scribble or her mother would eat back home? I would appreciate it a great deal. Barring that, the ostrich-in-brown-sauce dish I had the last time I was at the Green Pearl on Mott Street would be just fine."
After some time, a plate appears with a steak on it. There is a light butter-and-garlic sauce involved, and it seems to be resting on fiddleheads. The drink offered is mineral water.
"Thank you very much, Bar."
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Jun. 30th, 2005 10:24 pmempath-wiggin.livejournal.comIn a corner of the bar is a girl. Not necissarily an empath, not necissairly a writer, not even a Skywalker or a Wiggin, but a girl. She is, in fact, quite muddy. There are a trail of muddy footprints to where she sits, on the floor, with a book. The book is as muddy as she is, but she doesn't seem to care. Come to think of it, she doesn't seem all that interested in it, either. She's leaning against the wall. Thinking.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 10:39 pmreal-sweet.livejournal.comJen stumbles through the door, spilling some coffee on her hand and wrist.
Quick thinking and proximity to the bar are the only things that keep her from letting the mug drop to the floor. Jen's grateful the coffee wasn't hot enough to burn. She puts the mug on the bar and grabs the cool, damp washcloth there without thinking.
A second later she's looking at the bar and it's patrons with a wide-eyed look of confusion. She spins around, looking at the whole place.
She looks down at the washcloth she's holding to her hand and then to the bar where the Cubs mug still is.
"What the hell is going on here?"
[OOC: Jen ambles into the bar, meets Lee and Andrew and is given the proper "Welcome to Milliways" intro.]
Quick thinking and proximity to the bar are the only things that keep her from letting the mug drop to the floor. Jen's grateful the coffee wasn't hot enough to burn. She puts the mug on the bar and grabs the cool, damp washcloth there without thinking.
A second later she's looking at the bar and it's patrons with a wide-eyed look of confusion. She spins around, looking at the whole place.
She looks down at the washcloth she's holding to her hand and then to the bar where the Cubs mug still is.
"What the hell is going on here?"
[OOC: Jen ambles into the bar, meets Lee and Andrew and is given the proper "Welcome to Milliways" intro.]
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Jun. 30th, 2005 10:46 pmmoroccofor1year.livejournal.com*Former bandaid in the bar with a book and a beer.
Reading the book, drinking the beer.
Could really use company*
Reading the book, drinking the beer.
Could really use company*
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Jun. 30th, 2005 10:48 pmlastgunslingerRoland's at the bar with his grow-bag, ready to pay off part of his tab. (And if you look closely...Roland might be just a little sparkly. Because you can never get glitter out of your hair for at least three weeks. You keep finding it. It's very sad.) The silver coins won't disappear. He blinks up at the tab-board. No tab.
Experimentally, he says, "I'd have a cup of coffee."
The coffee appears; his tab doesn't go up or down.
"Huh."
Another experiment: "A range-rider's hat. Brown."
It appears. His tab doesn't change.
Well, at least Roland has a present for Cuthbert.
Experimentally, he says, "I'd have a cup of coffee."
The coffee appears; his tab doesn't go up or down.
"Huh."
Another experiment: "A range-rider's hat. Brown."
It appears. His tab doesn't change.
Well, at least Roland has a present for Cuthbert.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 10:55 pmprone-to-panic.livejournal.comArchie's in the bar again, scanning the crowd with a concerned look on his face.
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Jun. 30th, 2005 11:40 pmfutures_of_ashLong day of "work" for the red-headed telepath. She's a little worn out, a little tired...and certainly not suppose to slump on a bar stool so bonelessly...
The iced lemonade is helping though.
The iced lemonade is helping though.
