Aug. 30th, 2005
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Aug. 30th, 2005 12:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
badinlatin((OOM: Millitimed to last night. Mal and Zoe rob a bank. Not for money. Not happy times.))
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Aug. 30th, 2005 12:04 amveryvorkosiganMark on his way from Beta Colony, Miles and his family arriving from Barrayar only hours ahead of Simon and Alys doing the same. It should be a joyous occasion, family and friends converging like this.
It's not.
Cordelia turns down a hallway and finds herself stepping into Milliways.
It's not.
Cordelia turns down a hallway and finds herself stepping into Milliways.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 12:16 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
notjustananimal.livejournal.comAfter various threads with Harold and a big knife, Wolf and a still-sniffling baby are at the Bar. Wolf is looking around for anyone with a badge, and getting a cloth bandage for his arm, which happens to have a thin, shallow cut on it. If he should fail to find anybody, he writes a note.
( Note for Security )
Then Wolf and the sniffling Harold go upstairs, with a cookie in one hand and a purple crayon in the other.
( Note for Security )
Then Wolf and the sniffling Harold go upstairs, with a cookie in one hand and a purple crayon in the other.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 12:42 amjust_the_doctorThe Doctor comes in the back door from his TARDIS carrying a stack of envelopes, slightly yellowed. He hadn't realized at the time that she'd written these, and wouldn't have understood why if he had known. But he knows now, so he is doing his best to make sure they get where they need to go.
He leaves letters with Bar from Ace to Tim, Raven, Eddie and Susannah Dean, Wash, Sara, Svava, Faith, Mike and Indy, and Mel and Lilly.
That task done, he returns to the TARDIS for a night's rest in his own bed for a change.
He leaves letters with Bar from Ace to Tim, Raven, Eddie and Susannah Dean, Wash, Sara, Svava, Faith, Mike and Indy, and Mel and Lilly.
That task done, he returns to the TARDIS for a night's rest in his own bed for a change.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 12:51 amtrustntheharper.livejournal.comOOM: Infinity Atoll.
Harper walked in through the back-door. This was an odd place to make a re-entry, but considering the slipstream had opened up over the lake--and hadn't caused any damage to the area, as impossible as that was--he'd parked the Maru near the edge of the forest and hoofed his way over to the bar.
He was wearing the loudest of his Hawaiian shirts and had a pretty bad sunburn. And a pretty bad black eye. And a split lip. He seemed unconcerned about them.
"Okay, who messed with the slipstream?"
Harper walked in through the back-door. This was an odd place to make a re-entry, but considering the slipstream had opened up over the lake--and hadn't caused any damage to the area, as impossible as that was--he'd parked the Maru near the edge of the forest and hoofed his way over to the bar.
He was wearing the loudest of his Hawaiian shirts and had a pretty bad sunburn. And a pretty bad black eye. And a split lip. He seemed unconcerned about them.
"Okay, who messed with the slipstream?"
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Aug. 30th, 2005 01:15 ammagius-unlocked.livejournal.comMagius has been wandering all afternoon and evening. He has seen many amazing sights tonight.
A baby with a knife, helped over and over by several people, all apparently unknowing of the time-loop...
Two teens arriving and being welcomed back by friends...
Powers That Be talking in the Bar...
A... what was it they had called it? Oh yes, a space ship parked over the lake...
Talking mice and their pet humans...
Men and other beings talking together...
Aliens and humans trying to help a friend...
Loved ones worrying over each other and feeling helpless...
True natures being revealed by the cold light of reality...
And many other truly wonderful, weird, odd, and strange things... some good, some bad. It had been an interesting night, the most interesting thus far since he had been at the Bar.
Magius shakes his head and grins.
"This is a most excellent place."
Then he settles at the bar and orders some breakfast.
"Bar, some bacon and eggs, over easy, with that... orange drink... oh yes, orange juice. Please."
The food appears and Magius, watching the bar main area, eats quietly.
A baby with a knife, helped over and over by several people, all apparently unknowing of the time-loop...
Two teens arriving and being welcomed back by friends...
Powers That Be talking in the Bar...
A... what was it they had called it? Oh yes, a space ship parked over the lake...
Talking mice and their pet humans...
Men and other beings talking together...
Aliens and humans trying to help a friend...
Loved ones worrying over each other and feeling helpless...
True natures being revealed by the cold light of reality...
And many other truly wonderful, weird, odd, and strange things... some good, some bad. It had been an interesting night, the most interesting thus far since he had been at the Bar.
Magius shakes his head and grins.
"This is a most excellent place."
Then he settles at the bar and orders some breakfast.
"Bar, some bacon and eggs, over easy, with that... orange drink... oh yes, orange juice. Please."
The food appears and Magius, watching the bar main area, eats quietly.
Exit post for Ray
Aug. 30th, 2005 02:37 amgone_byebyeRay sat back in his chair and stared at the slowly rotating impossibility in front of him.
There truly was no other word for it; there was simply no way the shape his holocomputer was suggesting could exist in anything like a nominally normal universe and still meet his design specifications. Oh, sure, the laws of physics technically allowed for it, but he'd have to perfect total matter-energy conversion technology and fuel the generator with the better part of several supergalactic clusters to get it to work- and it would still only produce a hole the size of a quarter, if that, not to mention that it would take an eleven-dimensional hand to successfully open or close the thing. As he had neither matter-energy conversion tech nor an eleven dimensional hand, the end result was effectively an impossibility.
"Portable hole, my ass," he muttered, and then hurriedly looked around to make sure no one had overheard him. He switched the computer off with a sigh.
He was pretty sure his part of the math was kosher. Either Egon's was wrong, or there was some ramification of part of it that he'd missed. He needed it explained to him, or corrected, or both. And he needed it explained on an instinctual level- not the way an outsider would understand the science involved, but the way the source would, coming from such a place of understanding that he'd never be able to not understand afterwards. He knew of exactly two people who could do that.
Half an hour of searching later, he gave up on the first one. River Tam was somewhere hereabouts, or else she was on the ship- either way he couldn't locate her and he was getting tired of trying. That left one option.
Ah, well, he had other things to pick up from home anyway.
He fished a pencil out of one pocket and scribbled "Gone to ask Egon a math question- BRB" on a napkin, then stuck it under the heavier end of the device. No one was going to mess with it while he was out, he was sure. He'd rigged the security system on it to require a saliva sample, an epithelial cell match, a viable body temperature, an active pulse, and an absence of supernatural energies all consistent with his own, unaltered self not under duress- plus a ten-second voice sample. Without him there to lick the scanner and recite the words, the thing wouldn't even ever get to turn on. Made for a good paperweight when you were in a hurry.
Ray got up and headed for the door, mentally running over the suspect part of the equations one last time....
*pop*
There truly was no other word for it; there was simply no way the shape his holocomputer was suggesting could exist in anything like a nominally normal universe and still meet his design specifications. Oh, sure, the laws of physics technically allowed for it, but he'd have to perfect total matter-energy conversion technology and fuel the generator with the better part of several supergalactic clusters to get it to work- and it would still only produce a hole the size of a quarter, if that, not to mention that it would take an eleven-dimensional hand to successfully open or close the thing. As he had neither matter-energy conversion tech nor an eleven dimensional hand, the end result was effectively an impossibility.
"Portable hole, my ass," he muttered, and then hurriedly looked around to make sure no one had overheard him. He switched the computer off with a sigh.
He was pretty sure his part of the math was kosher. Either Egon's was wrong, or there was some ramification of part of it that he'd missed. He needed it explained to him, or corrected, or both. And he needed it explained on an instinctual level- not the way an outsider would understand the science involved, but the way the source would, coming from such a place of understanding that he'd never be able to not understand afterwards. He knew of exactly two people who could do that.
Half an hour of searching later, he gave up on the first one. River Tam was somewhere hereabouts, or else she was on the ship- either way he couldn't locate her and he was getting tired of trying. That left one option.
Ah, well, he had other things to pick up from home anyway.
He fished a pencil out of one pocket and scribbled "Gone to ask Egon a math question- BRB" on a napkin, then stuck it under the heavier end of the device. No one was going to mess with it while he was out, he was sure. He'd rigged the security system on it to require a saliva sample, an epithelial cell match, a viable body temperature, an active pulse, and an absence of supernatural energies all consistent with his own, unaltered self not under duress- plus a ten-second voice sample. Without him there to lick the scanner and recite the words, the thing wouldn't even ever get to turn on. Made for a good paperweight when you were in a hurry.
Ray got up and headed for the door, mentally running over the suspect part of the equations one last time....
*pop*
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Aug. 30th, 2005 02:42 amkayip.livejournal.com[OOM: One of them. Warnings for... written at 2 in the morningness...]
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Aug. 30th, 2005 04:38 amno-prisoner.livejournal.com[OOC:
Out of Milliways: Out by the lake, Eddie and Alain discuss three or four distinct kinds of woe, particularly Henry-inna-bar woe.]
Out of Milliways: Out by the lake, Eddie and Alain discuss three or four distinct kinds of woe, particularly Henry-inna-bar woe.]
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Aug. 30th, 2005 07:54 amno-more-chianti.livejournal.comClarice comes into the bar, breathing hard. Her hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and she's tracking in mud. Hastily pulling off her sneakers, she heads over to the Bar in her socks, orders a glass of water, and drinks gratefully.
[OOC: Class now, so mun responses slow. This thread will likely be pimped later.]
[OOC: Class now, so mun responses slow. This thread will likely be pimped later.]
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Aug. 30th, 2005 08:43 aminquisitiveheroBeast in the Bar...
The door opens and Hank McCoy, the Beast swings in, bounding in with energy his mun only wishes he had. He slides to the Bar and orders breakfast and settles there to eat, his face split in a grin.
(ooc: mun going to sleep for awhile-- slowtime tags are fine, be back between 11am-1 pm PST)
The door opens and Hank McCoy, the Beast swings in, bounding in with energy his mun only wishes he had. He slides to the Bar and orders breakfast and settles there to eat, his face split in a grin.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 09:23 amdevils-dandy.livejournal.comMontparnasse is in the bar again. He ate and even got a few free drinks last night so he's in a considerably better mood. No, wait. Strike that. He's still got pink hair. He might pretend that it doens't bother him. Don't let it fool you. Come over and comment, giggle, or just say hello. Bearing in mind that his reactions may be completely different depending on which you do. Or perhaps exactly the same.
Oooh the suspense.
Oooh the suspense.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 09:30 amempath-wiggin.livejournal.comVal's in the bar, wrapped in a quilt. A blue-brown-and-green quilt to be exact, with some strange patchwork. It looks like it's seen perhaps a couple better days. She's in an out-of-the-way booth, working on a pile of papers. If one could read Antarian, they would see that she's working on a re-assessment of the educational system. Fun? Probably not.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 09:49 amskjaldmeyjar.livejournal.comSvava heads from the staff quarters and to the Bar for breakfast. Apple, bread, butter, and honey. Simple, but familiar, and its gotten to be amost habit by now to pick it up before she heads outside.
With her breakfast this morning there's also a note. Svava picks it up, reads it, and sighs quietly.
"Oh Ace. Just be safe, alright? And tell them to fix their recieving." She tucks the note into the pocket of the green sweats she's wearing and heads out.
((Mun will be on later for RP. Promise.))
With her breakfast this morning there's also a note. Svava picks it up, reads it, and sighs quietly.
"Oh Ace. Just be safe, alright? And tell them to fix their recieving." She tucks the note into the pocket of the green sweats she's wearing and heads out.
((Mun will be on later for RP. Promise.))
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Aug. 30th, 2005 10:01 amlast_adam*Adam sits in the corner, eyes closed as he drinks a cup of coffee. He's tired, but happy.*
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Aug. 30th, 2005 10:15 amslayer_frayMel is outside, over the lake on her skaterug, just fooling around with manoeuvres and trying to keep her mind of her lack of scythe.
Two days before she leaves. You know you want to talk to her.
Two days before she leaves. You know you want to talk to her.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 10:22 amrebelheartalien.livejournal.comMichael can't sleep. It's not been a good week for him.
So he's sitting by the Bar, poking unenthusiastically at a plate of breakfast.
So he's sitting by the Bar, poking unenthusiastically at a plate of breakfast.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 11:01 amthe-woodpecker.livejournal.comBernard's in the bar, at Bar but not behind her, so don't ask him for a drink.
Coffee.
Washington Post.
Not a bad mood.
[ooc: Closed to new threads. Back late tonight. @_@]
Coffee.
Washington Post.
Not a bad mood.
[ooc: Closed to new threads. Back late tonight. @_@]
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Aug. 30th, 2005 11:05 amyour-pet-beast.livejournal.comGarfield Logan, teen star, superhero extraordinaire...is back in the bar.
He looks around. "Of all the places to randomly be shifted to, this is becoming quite a nice place indeed." He notes to himself, and walks up to the bar, placing an order and sitting down on a stool.
He looks around. "Of all the places to randomly be shifted to, this is becoming quite a nice place indeed." He notes to himself, and walks up to the bar, placing an order and sitting down on a stool.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 11:25 amfaithful-slayer.livejournal.comFaith comes into the bar from her suite in the Staff Quarters, looking tired. Her Security badge is clipped to her waist, her hair pinned back out of her face, and in a very short time, there's coffee in her hands.
Come talk to her, if you like. She probably won't hurt you.
[OOC: Mun is home now. Play?]
Come talk to her, if you like. She probably won't hurt you.
[OOC: Mun is home now. Play?]
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Aug. 30th, 2005 12:31 pmmoroccofor1year.livejournal.com*Penny is curled up, with her iPod, in a booth. She's humming along with the music, but otherwise she looks asleep. she might be humming in her sleep.*
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Aug. 30th, 2005 12:36 pmprince-arithon.livejournal.comArithon still has a person or two to talk to.
He's also go a knife to give to a certain As-yah.
And, just to top things off, he's carting around a duffle bag full of things which go "clank".
How odd.
He's also go a knife to give to a certain As-yah.
And, just to top things off, he's carting around a duffle bag full of things which go "clank".
How odd.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 12:56 pminquisitiveheroHank McCoy is out behind the Bar, quite visible from it, enjoying the sunshine. Warm fur and clean air.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 12:56 pmgolden-age-sand.livejournal.comFor a moment, he stands at the top of the stairs. As he does, he removes his glasses (wire-rimmed, for near-sightedness), breathes carefully on each lens (minted, still cold), wipes them absently with a silk handkerchief (dark green) and returns them to his face (alert, yet tired). With a gloved right-hand (brown, simple), he takes the top most finial of the stairs (wooden, polished), inhales resolutely (ales, pancakes) and pushes off to descend into the Bar.
His hair is combed, his suit is pressed, his mask is in his pocket and his gun rests under his jacket and over his vest (not even a showing crease).
"Bar," he begins. "Thank you, I suppose. Now, if I could ask for a cup of real coffee?"
It appears. He lifts the cup (porcelain, white) and inhales again (black, Sumatran).
Wesley Dodds is back in the Bar.
His hair is combed, his suit is pressed, his mask is in his pocket and his gun rests under his jacket and over his vest (not even a showing crease).
"Bar," he begins. "Thank you, I suppose. Now, if I could ask for a cup of real coffee?"
It appears. He lifts the cup (porcelain, white) and inhales again (black, Sumatran).
Wesley Dodds is back in the Bar.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 01:25 pmlocked-holmes.livejournal.com[OOM: Watson household, London 1889, Christmas Day
April has convinced Holmes to take her for Christmas at the home of Watson and wife. Warnings for awkward conversation, Christmas carols, giving of omgdiamonds, resultant NC-17 carriage!smut (which the mun swore she would never have reason to write), and other sorts of not-so-stereotypically-Victorian smut. Err, happy Christmas? Oh yes. Millitimed to Saturday, the 27th.]
April has convinced Holmes to take her for Christmas at the home of Watson and wife. Warnings for awkward conversation, Christmas carols, giving of omgdiamonds, resultant NC-17 carriage!smut (which the mun swore she would never have reason to write), and other sorts of not-so-stereotypically-Victorian smut. Err, happy Christmas? Oh yes. Millitimed to Saturday, the 27th.]
Entrance Post
Aug. 30th, 2005 01:40 pmmystic-4-hire.livejournal.com[OOM: Pre-Milliways, A recent purchase causes Asabi to ruminate over the past.]
Asabi walks through the door and looks around, slightly bemused by his current surrounding.
But for someone who opened a door in their home and found a bar, he's very calm - almost blasé.
He turns around and sees the door is still there but makes no move towards it. Instead he walks further into the bar, surveying the room and the people in it.
[OOC:Mun is going to break for lunch, will return around 3pm CST. Back!]
Asabi walks through the door and looks around, slightly bemused by his current surrounding.
But for someone who opened a door in their home and found a bar, he's very calm - almost blasé.
He turns around and sees the door is still there but makes no move towards it. Instead he walks further into the bar, surveying the room and the people in it.
[OOC:
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Aug. 30th, 2005 01:42 pmlvpd_sidleWhen Sara comes in for lunch this afternoon, a letter appears alongside her salad.
She reads.
She blanches.
She curses.
So there is a Sara picking moodily at a Caesar salad. Someone might want to tell her it wasn't the salad's fault.
She reads.
She blanches.
She curses.
So there is a Sara picking moodily at a Caesar salad. Someone might want to tell her it wasn't the salad's fault.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 03:03 pmskjaldmeyjar.livejournal.comSvava's back in the bar for the day, and curled up in one of the armchairs, with a glass of lemonade at hand.
She's just thinking, so there's nothing to really interrupt.
She's just thinking, so there's nothing to really interrupt.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 03:05 pmnotabricklayer.livejournal.com"Now listen here, you pointy-eared, green-blooded, overgrown, emotionally stunted elf!" His drawl, strengthened by indignant outrage, nearly mangles the insults to the point of nonsense as Doctor McCoy strides into the bar, clearly on a rampage.
A rampage that comes to a sudden, if unexpected, halt as soon as McCoy realizes that he is not in his office, and Spock is no longer behind him. Frustrated, he pitches the soft towel he had been drying his hands on across the bar, and decides to get himself a stiff drink.
Blockheaded Vulcans.
A rampage that comes to a sudden, if unexpected, halt as soon as McCoy realizes that he is not in his office, and Spock is no longer behind him. Frustrated, he pitches the soft towel he had been drying his hands on across the bar, and decides to get himself a stiff drink.
Blockheaded Vulcans.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 03:13 pmstuck-mynock.livejournal.comAtton's sitting in a booth, brow furrowed, reading through a datapad. He appears to be concentrating quite hard, so poking him with a stick may be a good idea.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 03:32 pmjust-a-soldier.livejournal.comAeryn is in the bar, with a baby. She is rocking him back and forth and appears to be singing, in her native language. The power of CUTE compels you to come comment.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 03:46 pmlt-naraht.livejournal.comThe kitchen staff should be happy. Naraht has made quite a haul of trout today. Now she's back out at the lake, lounging in the water, head resting on the bank.
And, once again, she's singing...
This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Don't give up until you drink from the silver cup
And ride that highway in the sky
This is for all the single people
Thinking that love has left them dry
Don't give up until you drink from the silver cup
You never know until you try
Well, I'm on my way
Yes, I'm back to stay
Well, I'm on my way back home
This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Don't give up until you drink from the silver cup
She'll never take you down or never give you up
You never know until you try
Well, I'm on my way
Yes, I'm back to stay
Well, I'm on my way back home
And, once again, she's singing...
This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Don't give up until you drink from the silver cup
And ride that highway in the sky
This is for all the single people
Thinking that love has left them dry
Don't give up until you drink from the silver cup
You never know until you try
Well, I'm on my way
Yes, I'm back to stay
Well, I'm on my way back home
This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Don't give up until you drink from the silver cup
She'll never take you down or never give you up
You never know until you try
Well, I'm on my way
Yes, I'm back to stay
Well, I'm on my way back home
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Aug. 30th, 2005 04:39 pmnita_callahanNita's outside, running around the lake. Because when you're running, you don't have to be thinking.
Eventually, though, she'll have to stop. Feel free to catch her.
Eventually, though, she'll have to stop. Feel free to catch her.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 05:03 pmbythebrook.livejournal.comOphelia still has a sheet of paper and a pen.
There's still more crossed out than not, and there's a smudge of ink on her forehead.
But! She has a clean sheet of paper, on which is written.
-Burn it
-Yrael's way. Ask? Write letter; make boat; put blood in it; give to Yrael
-Necromancy. See Ber'd for Barty's wand and books
Come tell her how YOU send messages to the dead!
There's still more crossed out than not, and there's a smudge of ink on her forehead.
But! She has a clean sheet of paper, on which is written.
-Burn it
-
-Necromancy. See Ber'd for Barty's wand and books
Come tell her how YOU send messages to the dead!
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Aug. 30th, 2005 05:27 pmthelastearthman.livejournal.comArthur's in the bar again. This time he's staked out an armchair next to the fire.
Have at him.
Have at him.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 06:05 pmunique-moments.livejournal.comSamantha inna bar, wearing an odd assortment of pink jacket, blue jeans and fuzzy blue slippers, and her hair in pigtails.
And of course, a milkshake. Only this one is an Oreo Milkshake...because talking to Wes about it made her want one. She even had dreams about them. But then again, she dreams about everything.
So there she sits, at the bar, drinking her milkshake. Come and talk!
And of course, a milkshake. Only this one is an Oreo Milkshake...because talking to Wes about it made her want one. She even had dreams about them. But then again, she dreams about everything.
So there she sits, at the bar, drinking her milkshake. Come and talk!
Barmaid on Duty!
Aug. 30th, 2005 06:09 pmmaid-of-astolat.livejournal.comElaine comes downstairs, in medieval garments. Sometimes jeans and t-shirt just get old. Elaine is far more comfortable like this, anyway, even with the weight of the garments.
So...medieval woman, medievally dressed, in the bar, looking for people to wait on. Have at.
So...medieval woman, medievally dressed, in the bar, looking for people to wait on. Have at.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 06:16 pmredhorserider.livejournal.comAnd there's War in the bar.
Not the kind with gun-fighting and bombs and ridiculous men from Texas that have somehow become world powers, but instead a beautiful woman with copper hair.
She's seated at the bar picking at a dish of maraschino cherries.
Not the kind with gun-fighting and bombs and ridiculous men from Texas that have somehow become world powers, but instead a beautiful woman with copper hair.
She's seated at the bar picking at a dish of maraschino cherries.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 06:49 pmwolfskincoat.livejournal.comIn she comes, high heeled knee length boots topped with a red silk mindress under her signature furcoat.
Climbing onto a stool by the bar, she orders a Manhattan andturns to face the rest of the patrons, scanning the bar for an interesting face.
Climbing onto a stool by the bar, she orders a Manhattan andturns to face the rest of the patrons, scanning the bar for an interesting face.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 07:14 pmslayer_frayMel is in the bar, at a table with a nice big pizza, looking relatively happy for someone planning an excursion into Hell.
Her knives, gun and sword are with her, but not her scythe. Jonathan still has that.
Her knives, gun and sword are with her, but not her scythe. Jonathan still has that.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 07:25 pmthecooloneOnce again, Bill's got a copy of the Times and is poring over the Classified section. He's unused to the way Muggles organise their news, but he's done a fair job of figuring it out for himself: a quill and bottle of ink sit next to him and from time to time he circles something that looks promising to him.
There's an empty cider glass at his side, and a piece of parchment with notes scribbled on it in his rather indecipherable scrawl. Calligraphy has never been his strong suit.
There's an empty cider glass at his side, and a piece of parchment with notes scribbled on it in his rather indecipherable scrawl. Calligraphy has never been his strong suit.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 07:33 pmprone-to-panic.livejournal.comArchie's there, with tea as usual.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 07:33 pmlyra_silverThere was a garden* planted, and it contained many trees that were pleasant to the sight and good for food. This garden is just visible behind the door as Lyra and Pantalaimon enter Milliways Bar.
*It's only the Oxford Botanical Gardens. What garden did you think it was?
*It's only the Oxford Botanical Gardens. What garden did you think it was?
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Aug. 30th, 2005 07:51 pmkitchen_maidThe Ordinary Princess is at table, with a cup of tea, sewing a patch onto her apron. She's humming and seems pretty cheerful. Her hands are an odd shade of red, and there are streaks of red on her forehead and right cheek.
This being the Ordinary Princess, the odds are 99.99999% that it isn't blood.
Feel free to ask her what it is, if you like.
This being the Ordinary Princess, the odds are 99.99999% that it isn't blood.
Feel free to ask her what it is, if you like.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 07:52 pmunderwater-owl.livejournal.comRandom is in the bar.
Drinking scotch.
He'll happily chat with you, provided you don't know the name 'Ramon Salazar.'
Unless you happen to be Ramon. He'd talk with you.
Drinking scotch.
He'll happily chat with you, provided you don't know the name 'Ramon Salazar.'
Unless you happen to be Ramon. He'd talk with you.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 07:53 pmlogical-prancer.livejournal.comLisa is in the bar again, eyeing the door. She doesn't want to go out it but maybe she should. Maybe she should go face life back home...life...life without Alex. She turns the knob but it doesn't budge. "What? You've got to be kidding me. Open stupid door, you can't keep me here like this...not again..." And she kicks it, going and sitting down at a table.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 08:01 pmno-comb-shep.livejournal.comSheppard wanders into the bar, looking better than before-sleep is good-but still not terribly happy. He orders a beer and looks around for a moment before sitting down. Idly, he rubs at his right arm, frowning to himself as he glances at it.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 08:13 pmvelocitygirl[OOM: maybe if you hold me closer i'll not break...]
Inyri's curled up in an armchair tonight, holonovel still in her hand, and a glass of Whyren's beside her on the table. Except it's not been touched. She looks pale, withdrawn, sick...like she'd spent the entire night wrapped around a toilet.
She has.
But the lying in the armchair and reading of the book make her feel a little better.
Come and chat!
Inyri's curled up in an armchair tonight, holonovel still in her hand, and a glass of Whyren's beside her on the table. Except it's not been touched. She looks pale, withdrawn, sick...like she'd spent the entire night wrapped around a toilet.
She has.
But the lying in the armchair and reading of the book make her feel a little better.
Come and chat!
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Aug. 30th, 2005 08:21 pmtimsbooks.livejournal.com*Tim is still sitting at the same table. His sign had been edited. "FREE DRINKS" is all it says now. He's still watching the door, but he's not AS worried. No, really, he's actually working on something. It appears to be a security badge. From time to time he sips his tea and glances at the door, before returning to tracing symbols in the air above the badge.*
Lascilo vedere. Teleportation. Li ho bisogno di permettere all'utente di teleport l'utente e chiunque sta toccandoli alle cellule. Pensi che possiate farli?
*The badge fizzles, blinking rapidly. But nothing else happens.*
Scopata
Lascilo vedere. Teleportation. Li ho bisogno di permettere all'utente di teleport l'utente e chiunque sta toccandoli alle cellule. Pensi che possiate farli?
*The badge fizzles, blinking rapidly. But nothing else happens.*
Scopata
Bartending post
Aug. 30th, 2005 08:27 pmcallmefelicia.livejournal.comAdam is behind the Bar.
Have at!
Have at!
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Aug. 30th, 2005 08:38 pmmortisbelle.livejournal.comThere is a Serena near the fireplace; in a recliner, people-watching.
Maybe watching you... have at!
Maybe watching you... have at!
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Aug. 30th, 2005 08:58 pmguppy_sandhu[ooc: Previously Guppy startled Aeryn and she broke his arm. Ouch]
Guppy is in a booth with his right arm in a sling, attempting to feed the kitten without a lot of success. After getting the teat on the bottle with his teeth, he tries to persuade the kitten to feed from his left hand. Scampi isn't having any of that, and keeps turning around, getting confused.
Between them, they're making quite a mess.
[ooc: If anyone offers to heal it, he will love them forever.]
Guppy is in a booth with his right arm in a sling, attempting to feed the kitten without a lot of success. After getting the teat on the bottle with his teeth, he tries to persuade the kitten to feed from his left hand. Scampi isn't having any of that, and keeps turning around, getting confused.
Between them, they're making quite a mess.
[ooc: If anyone offers to heal it, he will love them forever.]
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Aug. 30th, 2005 09:13 pmrebelheartalien.livejournal.comMichael is out by the lake, blowing up rocks. He's looking just a little tired and strained.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 09:14 pmauntie-di.livejournal.comDiana Hansen walks into the bar.
A little more normally today. Without the fire.
Step in the right direction, after all. She still wasn't actually trying to get here... but you can never be sure with that stupid elevator.
And this? Better than heading down to the corner for milk.
A little more normally today. Without the fire.
Step in the right direction, after all. She still wasn't actually trying to get here... but you can never be sure with that stupid elevator.
And this? Better than heading down to the corner for milk.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 09:21 pmbartyjr.livejournal.comBarty is in the bar, enjoying a mulled mead.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 09:29 pmfaithful-slayer.livejournal.comFaith's in the bar, still, sitting in a booth with dinner, a bottle of Jack Daniels and a thoughtful expression.
The bottle is half-empty already.
Slayer metabolism means that one bottle won't do anything, but come over and talk to her before she goes for more?
The bottle is half-empty already.
Slayer metabolism means that one bottle won't do anything, but come over and talk to her before she goes for more?
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Aug. 30th, 2005 09:34 pmjedipilot.livejournal.comJaina's sitting at a booth, sipping at a Bantha Blaster, because who wouldn't want to drink something green, pink, and alcoholic?
Really, it's just because the mun has run out of energy to think of creative entrance posts.
Really, it's just because the mun has run out of energy to think of creative entrance posts.
Mal is 33, yo.
Aug. 30th, 2005 09:37 pmbadinlatinMal's party in Vegas, millitimed to Saturday past and slowtimed like hell.
Mal is humming along to his iPod. When he manages to find a barstool, he asks in his most polite demeanor,
"Bar, can I have a drink for my birthday?"
A pineapple cup, replete with paper umbrella, appears before him. With two straws, even.
Happy thirty-three, Cap'n Mu Ji.
[ooc: omg I can only be on 'till like 10 30, gah. But as it is Mal's bday, he needed some drinkage. Please tag only if willing to slowtime and/or just leave him birthday wishes!] [ooc to that ooc: I lied! I am here til...whenever I fall unconscious! Huzzah!]
Summary in Post
Aug. 30th, 2005 09:53 pmloyaltyinmotion.livejournal.comJason is inna Bar.
Not onna couch!
He is in fact drinking coffee (to help his mun stay awake) and looking generally cheerful.
Come talk to him.
[Summary: Allison comes by to chat, promises to introduce him to Triumph. Jason chases Yrael into the forest where Yrael plays a dirty trick, then buys the drinks. Jason and Max decide to go find a secluded booth.]
Not onna couch!
He is in fact drinking coffee (to help his mun stay awake) and looking generally cheerful.
Come talk to him.
[Summary: Allison comes by to chat, promises to introduce him to Triumph. Jason chases Yrael into the forest where Yrael plays a dirty trick, then buys the drinks. Jason and Max decide to go find a secluded booth.]
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Aug. 30th, 2005 10:03 pmempath-wiggin.livejournal.comVal walks over to the notice board and posts a paper, the wanders back to a table, and sits down with a pen and paper. She looks almost official tonight.
( Attention Waitstaff! )
( Attention Waitstaff! )
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Aug. 30th, 2005 10:10 pmspooky-shrink.livejournal.comMalcolm is in the bar, near the fireplace, and he's puzzling over a small metal box which some guy named K told him was a handy thing for a doctor to have.
Unfortunately, K had to run before he could explain to Malcolm how to make it work (something about aliens screwing the Guggenheim Museum into ground--but that can't be right ... can it?)
So now Malcolm is staring at this little box with no visible dials or anything on it. On the other hand, it *is* rather shiny.
He's also drinking scotch, but so far that doesn't seem to be helping much.
Unfortunately, K had to run before he could explain to Malcolm how to make it work (something about aliens screwing the Guggenheim Museum into ground--but that can't be right ... can it?)
So now Malcolm is staring at this little box with no visible dials or anything on it. On the other hand, it *is* rather shiny.
He's also drinking scotch, but so far that doesn't seem to be helping much.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 10:23 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/Smeagol sits at a table, painstakingly copying the alphabet from memory onto a piece of lined paper.
He has the real thing in his pocket, but he's not looking until he's done. If only he could remember how many letters the English alphabet has . . .
He has the real thing in his pocket, but he's not looking until he's done. If only he could remember how many letters the English alphabet has . . .
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Aug. 30th, 2005 10:24 pmsafetyoverstyle.livejournal.comCassie wanders in, aimlessly, and blinks when she realises this isn't the Tower. Then she realises this means she doesn't have to eat Gar's waffles for breakfast. This? Is a good thing.
Wonder Girl II at the Bar, with bacon and eggs, very cheerful.
Wonder Girl II at the Bar, with bacon and eggs, very cheerful.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 10:26 pmblackbanthaboy.livejournal.comFace Loran wanders downstairs, bleary-eyed and bed-headed. He has lots of hair. It's an impressively ridiculous bedhead. At least he remembered to get dressed, though. He yawns and heads for the bar. Food first. Full consciousness later.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 10:26 pmanthy-rosebride.livejournal.comAnthy's in a corner booth, with a bowl of fruit salad, a sketchpad, a pencil, and the beginnings of an elephant flipbook.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 10:30 pmfuchur-dragon.livejournal.comThere is a luckdragon, out by the lake.
Looking at the clouds, and thinking.
Looking at the clouds, and thinking.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 10:32 pmalwaysroomforhopeAnd there's a Steph. Lurking. It's been a while since she had a good Lurk. In costume and everything. She's stretched out along a rafter, chin in hands, Lurking.
You might not notice her. But she's watching you.
You might not notice her. But she's watching you.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 10:47 pmkidzoom.livejournal.comThad is in the bar, yellow eyes bright. He? Has had a stupendous idea. He's going to try and round up every villain he can find, and get them to do something. Even if it's only harassment, he wants to reinforce the idea that there is no safe place. As such, he's sitting at a table, sketching blueprints, an evil gleam in those eyes.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 10:48 pmsimon_doctorThe front door slides open, and a somewhat grim-looking Simon Tam walks in, shoving a datareader into his pocket.
With an effort, he wipes his expression to something neutral, if not actively cheery.
With an effort, he wipes his expression to something neutral, if not actively cheery.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 10:55 pmprototype-karr.livejournal.comKARR strolls down the stairs to the bar in human form-although as soon as he's off the staircase, he reverts to car form. His scanner flicks rapidly as he begins to drive, pushing chairs aside with his prow. It's been awhile since he went bar prowling, and he's interested in seeing who he can find today.
Not'Ramon inna bar
Aug. 30th, 2005 11:28 pmaction-antihero.livejournal.com[OOM: A mind goes blank.]
A man walks into the bar, his movements wary as he scans the room. Exits. Doors. Routes through the bar. People to look out for.
Clues.
He catches his reflection in a window, realizing suddenly that he has no knowledge of what he looks like. Average height, Hispanic, dark, wavy hair... It doesn't seem to look right for some reason. He runs his fingers through his hair, confirming with the movement that he's looking at his reflection.
Nothing seems familiar; at least, he doesn't recognise anything, but for some reason it doesn't quite feel alien.
He steps up to the bar and watches the people around him, noticing one saying something to the bar top, and the requested item appearing a minute later.
'They will give you clues, hints...' How do I know to do this stuff?
He asks for a cup of coffee, and it appears a moment later. Somehow, his hand doesn't shake as he picks it up.
A man walks into the bar, his movements wary as he scans the room. Exits. Doors. Routes through the bar. People to look out for.
Clues.
He catches his reflection in a window, realizing suddenly that he has no knowledge of what he looks like. Average height, Hispanic, dark, wavy hair... It doesn't seem to look right for some reason. He runs his fingers through his hair, confirming with the movement that he's looking at his reflection.
Nothing seems familiar; at least, he doesn't recognise anything, but for some reason it doesn't quite feel alien.
He steps up to the bar and watches the people around him, noticing one saying something to the bar top, and the requested item appearing a minute later.
'They will give you clues, hints...' How do I know to do this stuff?
He asks for a cup of coffee, and it appears a moment later. Somehow, his hand doesn't shake as he picks it up.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 11:35 pmagirllostKim's in the bar with Angela. They both finished their meals and now they're people watching. Angie has a coloring book and is marking it with crayons. She doesn't get close to staying in the lines but she's smiling and having fun.
She turns to look at Angie and smiles at her before grabbing a napkin and cleaning off her face. "You're a mess," she says in a light tone, laughing a little. It's still surreal to be taking care of a child.
She also is looking out for a certain latin terrorist. But his boyfriend said he wasn't going to hurt Angie and something about Nita...
Angie giggles and returns to her coloring.
