Sep. 3rd, 2005
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 12:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
capt_angie*Angelina is sitting at the bar with a bottle of Firewhiskey and some paradoxes. Come and say hi or steal a paradoxe or something. This is your last chance to speak to her for a few weeks, so make the most of it. She'll be here all night, and I mean ALL night.*
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 12:31 amagirllost[ooc: Sometime after this conversation with "Ramon"]
Kim is still outside even though it's getting late because she wants to be alone right now.
As she's sitting by the tree, she sees something suspicious.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 12:36 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
thedemon-zabuza.livejournal.com[OOM: Zabuza finds his place in Hell.]
The door opens and a ninja dressed all in black steps through. Before
the door closes, there is a quick glimpse of the palace in Hell. The
ninja moves slowly through the bar, making his way outside to the lake.
Thou King of Terrours with thy Gastly Eyes
With Butter teeth, bare bones Grim looks likewise.
And Grizzly Hide, and clawing Tallons, fell,
Opning to Sinners Vile, Trap Door of Hell.
Zabuza has returned.
The door opens and a ninja dressed all in black steps through. Before
the door closes, there is a quick glimpse of the palace in Hell. The
ninja moves slowly through the bar, making his way outside to the lake.
Thou King of Terrours with thy Gastly Eyes
With Butter teeth, bare bones Grim looks likewise.
And Grizzly Hide, and clawing Tallons, fell,
Opning to Sinners Vile, Trap Door of Hell.
Zabuza has returned.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 12:47 ampuckishly.livejournal.comOne Puck is sitting beneath a willow tree by the lake, idly casting rocks into the water. The stars are out yet again, though the moon isn't quite in his line of vision.
He may be humming to himself.
He may be humming to himself.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 01:29 amasar-suti.livejournal.comThe door opens, and two people fall in, hugging each other very close.
One is purple, and one has horns.
The door, through which glass towers are visible, falls shut, and fades briefly, as if to emphasise its closedness. The purple person rattles on it for a moment, but it only opens on purple flames in warning.
He can't even swear, as the horned person quickly moves his wand, and they disapparate, to re-appear elsewhere - where there are definitely no other people.
[[OOC: Warning: Adult content likely in the second link where AS and Gil are going - what else? And AS will be back in the bar and talk to all he knows tomorrow; but now, he just needs his faun. Badly.]]
One is purple, and one has horns.
The door, through which glass towers are visible, falls shut, and fades briefly, as if to emphasise its closedness. The purple person rattles on it for a moment, but it only opens on purple flames in warning.
He can't even swear, as the horned person quickly moves his wand, and they disapparate, to re-appear elsewhere - where there are definitely no other people.
[[OOC: Warning: Adult content likely in the second link where AS and Gil are going - what else? And AS will be back in the bar and talk to all he knows tomorrow; but now, he just needs his faun. Badly.]]
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 01:35 amanthy-rosebride.livejournal.comAnthy's by the windows, watching the milk snake on the table in front of her doze.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 01:42 amprotocol-droid.livejournal.comTwo figures are standing in front of the door, obviously engaged is some rather animated conversation.
"I am telling you yet again, Artoo, that this door will not open...." Threepio should certainly know to watch what he says. As his shiny metallic arm flails out towards the door, somehow, inexplicably, the door opens on a street, obviously to anyone in the know, on Tatooine. Artoo snickers as the taller 'droid stammers. "That was certainly highly improbable."
Perhaps unluckily for her, Valentine is cleaning a table near the door. "Is that Tatooine?" Val wanders over, leaving the rag on the table, eyes widely curious. "I'll be right back." She steps through the door, because doors don't close until they are shut, right? Of course not. Before Val can react, the door slides innocently shut behind her.
Threepio stares, then turns on a furiously beeping Artoo. "This is all your fault. If you hadn't been so stubborn about the door not opening..."
The smaller 'droid is still staring, plaintively and furiously beeping at the door, while ignoring his counterpart's protests. Kriffing Milliways.
After a few moments of mechanical argument, both of them trundle off somewhere.
"I am telling you yet again, Artoo, that this door will not open...." Threepio should certainly know to watch what he says. As his shiny metallic arm flails out towards the door, somehow, inexplicably, the door opens on a street, obviously to anyone in the know, on Tatooine. Artoo snickers as the taller 'droid stammers. "That was certainly highly improbable."
Perhaps unluckily for her, Valentine is cleaning a table near the door. "Is that Tatooine?" Val wanders over, leaving the rag on the table, eyes widely curious. "I'll be right back." She steps through the door, because doors don't close until they are shut, right? Of course not. Before Val can react, the door slides innocently shut behind her.
Threepio stares, then turns on a furiously beeping Artoo. "This is all your fault. If you hadn't been so stubborn about the door not opening..."
The smaller 'droid is still staring, plaintively and furiously beeping at the door, while ignoring his counterpart's protests. Kriffing Milliways.
After a few moments of mechanical argument, both of them trundle off somewhere.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 02:14 amhogwartsbadger.livejournal.comThe door opens and Helga Hufflepuff enters the bar, wrapped in a traveling cloak and carrying a basket. She is not looking where she is going, but instead down at a piece of parchment that she is holding in one hand. She is muttering to herself.
"Boomslang skin I can get at the apothecary, and beetles eyes too. Fathers new cloak will not be ready till late this afternoon, so I can get that before I leave, and I need to go to Master Ollivander to see if my wand can be repaired. The Acromantula venom- I've completely forgotten why I needed that but thats the apothecary aswell. I hope I brought enough money. Which means the only thing I need here is-"
She looks up from her shopping list and frowns.
"This wasn't here last time."
"Boomslang skin I can get at the apothecary, and beetles eyes too. Fathers new cloak will not be ready till late this afternoon, so I can get that before I leave, and I need to go to Master Ollivander to see if my wand can be repaired. The Acromantula venom- I've completely forgotten why I needed that but thats the apothecary aswell. I hope I brought enough money. Which means the only thing I need here is-"
She looks up from her shopping list and frowns.
"This wasn't here last time."
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 04:35 aminquisitiveheroHank re-entered the Bar with swing in his step. He had missed the place and was glad to be back. For him, it had been three weeks of hardship, villains and work. He was very glad to be back in a place where he could relax. He settled at the Bar with a sigh.
"Lady Bar, a scotch on the rocks and a plate of eggs and bacon, please."
The food and drink appeared and he nodded his thanks. He took it to a booth an settled in to watch the Bar as he ate.
In front of him are several piles of odd mechanical looking objects and pieces of paper. As he eats, he reads and fiddles with the objects.
"Lady Bar, a scotch on the rocks and a plate of eggs and bacon, please."
The food and drink appeared and he nodded his thanks. He took it to a booth an settled in to watch the Bar as he ate.
In front of him are several piles of odd mechanical looking objects and pieces of paper. As he eats, he reads and fiddles with the objects.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 07:27 amlatino_menaceOOM: After Jack and Ramon are switched back, Ramon is...not pleased, to say the least. His plans have been interfered with by Arithon...and it's the small Prince that has to pay the price...
[OOC: Caution advised for graphic violence, language and Things That Squick! Consider yourselves warned...]
[OOC: Caution advised for graphic violence, language and Things That Squick! Consider yourselves warned...]
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 10:03 amlast-and-first.livejournal.comFor much anti-violence and anti-angst, there is Hestia, sitting next to the fire with hot chocolate. She's staring at the fire, sipping her hot chocolate thoughtfully.
Come distract her before the fire begins changing colours or doing somewhat else odd.
Come distract her before the fire begins changing colours or doing somewhat else odd.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 10:14 amdevils-dandy.livejournal.comAnd for much potential violence, and much definite angst, there is Montparnasse sitting in a booth, broodingly staring at the table.
He's got a glass of water again and is oddly enough, sitting quietly, occasionally shaking his head and frowning.
Come distract him and remind him how much fun people watching is.
He's got a glass of water again and is oddly enough, sitting quietly, occasionally shaking his head and frowning.
Come distract him and remind him how much fun people watching is.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 10:21 amkal-torak.livejournal.comKal Torak, God of Angarak and of all the world He made, strides purposefully into the bar to the counter, where he sits.
He desires and so shall He have.
He desires and so shall He have.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 10:27 amilovelifeforms.livejournal.comData is seated in a back booth, hoping that Q will make an appearance today. He has decided to return this conscience, as it is nothing he himself accomplished and thus does not deserve.
He also finds it somewhat inconvenient.
Feel free to chat, although he might end up apologizing for half the conversation.
(OOC: Going to have to begin slowtime around noon, just fyi.))
He also finds it somewhat inconvenient.
Feel free to chat, although he might end up apologizing for half the conversation.
(OOC: Going to have to begin slowtime around noon, just fyi.))
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 11:28 amfemme-de-chat.livejournal.comRick is sitting in an armchair by the window. He's staring out at the bright sky but not really looking at anything.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 11:45 amunderwater-owl.livejournal.comOver by the fire, curled up with a mug of tea and a good book.
There's Random.
He hasn't heard anything about any switching plots, or any amnesia, or any CTU agents actually being the one he kissed.
So he's quiet, but seemingly cheerful enough. No bets on how long it lasts, though.
There's Random.
He hasn't heard anything about any switching plots, or any amnesia, or any CTU agents actually being the one he kissed.
So he's quiet, but seemingly cheerful enough. No bets on how long it lasts, though.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 11:53 amsensitive_copDetective Ellison walks into the bar and makes his way to the counter. He can actually see things this time.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 12:00 pmmacleod_connorConnor's in the bar, sitting at a table, sword in front of him. He really doesn't look like he wants to talk. Be warned, if you bother him, he might hurt you... and that sword is very sharp.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 12:21 pmiamnotstorm.livejournal.comBlissfully ignorant of all the potential doom drifting around the bar today, Sarah is sitting in a booth with a half-eaten (and surprisingly unmelty) ice cream sundae, a glass of cherry-lime fizz once more, and still Big Trouble by Dave Barry.
She'll trade any of the above for a bit of conversation, really, she will.
(Mun's got about 45 minutes todayI'm gone, tags will be picked up when I get home.)
She'll trade any of the above for a bit of conversation, really, she will.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 02:04 pmnotsoharmless.livejournal.com'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness- for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.
Random (Lyrae) Dent is reading poetry.
A book of Poe, in fact. Currently, Spirits of the Dead lies open, and she thoughtfully runs her fingers down notes, some in musical notation (those she hums) and some in writing (those she murmurs to herself, committing to memory).
She wants, so much, to understand them.
That may yet be her undoing.
But, all scariness aside, she is just a dark-looking sixteen-year-old girl reading poetry in a chair by the fireplace. If you'd like to talk to her, go right ahead.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 02:09 pmloyaltyinmotion.livejournal.comJason lounges happily in a booth, nibbling at an apple and reading his How To book. He seems in fine spirits, come and say hello.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 02:16 pmguppy_sandhuThere is a draught from the door as Guppy comes into the bar, holding an inside-out umbrella. The weather in Holby would appear to be at its usual appalling standard.
"Hot chocolate and a banana please bar."
He takes these and sits next to the fire, watching the trilobites and wondering if they've been fed enough during Asar-Suti's absence. After checking the list he feeds them, then goes back to his seat, putting his sign on the table as he goes.
The doctor is in
He sits and dips the banana in his hot chocolate whilst drying off.
"Hot chocolate and a banana please bar."
He takes these and sits next to the fire, watching the trilobites and wondering if they've been fed enough during Asar-Suti's absence. After checking the list he feeds them, then goes back to his seat, putting his sign on the table as he goes.
The doctor is in
He sits and dips the banana in his hot chocolate whilst drying off.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 02:47 pmsanguimmuno.livejournal.com[ooc: If Arithon- & Ron-mun would like to finish the slow-timed threads from yesterday, you can find them here (Arithon) and here (Ron). Thankee!]
Salazar Slytherin, Last of the Sons of Slytherin. Master and Lord of Serpents.
Unwitting Victim of a Horrible Twist of Fate.
We'll just skip ahead and summarize that he's cursing fluently in Parseltongue, mkay?
Salazar Slytherin, Last of the Sons of Slytherin. Master and Lord of Serpents.
Unwitting Victim of a Horrible Twist of Fate.
We'll just skip ahead and summarize that he's cursing fluently in Parseltongue, mkay?
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 03:48 pmcaptain-emerald.livejournal.comRimmer is sat in a booth messing with piece of paper that is (or was) a letter, there's also another envelope on the table infront of him. He's not in the best of moods considering what he's just read, even though he should know it already. The letter he's holding is once more from his mother, writing to him about the death of his Uncle Frank. The other letter is the one about his fathers death. Rimmer should of course know that they're all gone, but the letter eventually finding its way to him makes it real once more. He's in the bar to get away from Lister and his trying to cheer him up attitude.
Today's Special (posted by Hannibal)
Sep. 3rd, 2005 04:01 pmdoc-lecter.livejournal.comAuthentic Causcus Mountain Ghoulash!
Special Treat: Mystery Meat!
Guess the meat correctly without magic or scientific aid
and win an authentic Kewpie Doll!
He smiles to himself as he tacks the special up.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 04:11 pmnotsoharmless.livejournal.com[ Millitimed to last night, Random continues a soul-searching journey through Jasin Natael's room, eventually claiming it - and other things - as her own. ]
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 04:15 pmunderwater-owl.livejournal.comAmberite in the bar.
Hidden behind a huge old leatherbound book.
Occasionally a hand reaches out to pick up or set down a scotch glass, and even less frequently a page is turned.
Come talk, if you feel like it.
Hidden behind a huge old leatherbound book.
Occasionally a hand reaches out to pick up or set down a scotch glass, and even less frequently a page is turned.
Come talk, if you feel like it.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 04:16 pmfaithful-slayer.livejournal.comFaith comes into the bar from outside, dressed for training - biker shorts and a sleeveless tank top.
She also has a sword, which she's been working out with. Specifically, the one Arithon gave her, the magic one.
She's humming, and looks generally content with life.
She also has a sword, which she's been working out with. Specifically, the one Arithon gave her, the magic one.
She's humming, and looks generally content with life.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 04:32 pmjack_inthegreenIt's the Green Man! With an apple! Together, they fight crime!
The crime of mid-afternoon munchies, anyway.
The crime of mid-afternoon munchies, anyway.
By the lake...
Sep. 3rd, 2005 04:41 pmprettyhelen.livejournal.comHelen's outside, throwing a tennis ball for Nala, her new puppy. Nearby, her new kitten, Elena, is once again, enjoying a game of flower-pounce. Melina, her pegasus, is happily helping mow the lawn. Come meet the menagerie!
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 04:41 pmcuban-star.livejournal.comLola stumbles into the door through the market door. Her day job. She's has a large basket of potatoes in her hands and a white apron over a t-shirt and a skirt.
Great. What am I going to do now?
*She heads to a booth where she drops the basket and heads to the bar for something to eat.*
Do they serve Cuban food here?....might as well ask
"Arroz con pollo and platanos dulces fritos with an iced tea, please?"
*The bar brings up the food slightly delayed, but somewhat quickly and Lola heads back to her booth. As she nibbles on her food, she's writing a song in her journal. She occasionally hums a rhythm as well.*
Come bother her. She's could always use some friendly conversation.
Great. What am I going to do now?
*She heads to a booth where she drops the basket and heads to the bar for something to eat.*
Do they serve Cuban food here?....might as well ask
"Arroz con pollo and platanos dulces fritos with an iced tea, please?"
*The bar brings up the food slightly delayed, but somewhat quickly and Lola heads back to her booth. As she nibbles on her food, she's writing a song in her journal. She occasionally hums a rhythm as well.*
Come bother her. She's could always use some friendly conversation.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 04:44 pmi-weep.livejournal.comIs she?
She is.
And now she is here, after a time of being nowhere. She does not know why.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 05:29 pmunique-moments.livejournal.comSamantha inna bar! Sitting on the couch, in blue fuzzy slippers of course!!
Yay slippers!
Oh, and she's eating Cheeto's. Because they are oh so good.
Yay slippers!
Oh, and she's eating Cheeto's. Because they are oh so good.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 05:40 pmiwasalevel6.livejournal.comTony is sitting at the bar. The mun is sitting by a new computer.
All is good, all is well.
Come bother him.
All is good, all is well.
Come bother him.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 05:40 pminquisitiveheroAn Exit Post for This Afternoon: The Worrier
Hank walks towards the door. Before he gets there, he stops and pulls a small device out of his pouches. He waves it slowly towards a particular area of the Bar and sighs.
Still no sign of the dimensional doorway to Hell. he squeezes his eyes shut and then brings the scanner up to his mouth and pushes a button.
"Note to self. Speak to Jonathan tomorrow if at all possible. Learn more about the portal spell."
With that he turns and, shoulders slightly stooped, walks through the Door.
Hank walks towards the door. Before he gets there, he stops and pulls a small device out of his pouches. He waves it slowly towards a particular area of the Bar and sighs.
Still no sign of the dimensional doorway to Hell. he squeezes his eyes shut and then brings the scanner up to his mouth and pushes a button.
"Note to self. Speak to Jonathan tomorrow if at all possible. Learn more about the portal spell."
With that he turns and, shoulders slightly stooped, walks through the Door.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 05:49 pmvelocitygirlInyri's sitting in a booth, holonovel falling limply out of her hands as she drifts in and out of conciousness.
Please come poke her!!
Please come poke her!!
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 05:59 pmasar-suti.livejournal.comThe library is all right; all the new books are properly indexed, and everything is accounted for.
The garden is well-watered, weed-free, and the herbs are neatly cut.
Asar-Suti has surveyed all that he is responsible for, and he is happy about the state it is in.
So now he sits beside the fireplace, with a large pot of coffee, and a mug that he keeps refilling. He has a large coffee table book about 'Irish Interiors' to look at, but he ust stares into the flames. If violet deities of magic ever looked tired, Asar-Suti would. So, he just looks extremely happy with himself.
From time to time, he looks around for his friends whom he hasn't seen in a while.
The garden is well-watered, weed-free, and the herbs are neatly cut.
Asar-Suti has surveyed all that he is responsible for, and he is happy about the state it is in.
So now he sits beside the fireplace, with a large pot of coffee, and a mug that he keeps refilling. He has a large coffee table book about 'Irish Interiors' to look at, but he ust stares into the flames. If violet deities of magic ever looked tired, Asar-Suti would. So, he just looks extremely happy with himself.
From time to time, he looks around for his friends whom he hasn't seen in a while.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 06:44 pmtea-and-honor.livejournal.comAko is in the bar.
Her player got bad news re: health care.
Interact with the Fox to cheer the girl up?
Her player got bad news re: health care.
Interact with the Fox to cheer the girl up?
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 07:04 pmskjaldmeyjar.livejournal.comFormer'Valkyrie curled up on one of the armchairs by the fireplace, with two books. The 'easier' one is the science book she's reading. (Do you recall your JHS science book? Its much like that.) Svava even has paper, and she's even doing all the little section review questions every few pages, tucking the paper with the answers in the book by that page, and then continues reading on the next.
The other book? Small, white cover, no title, but an embossed illustration of a sword twined with vines and a swallow perched on the hilt. She hasn't cracked the cover. She's not sure she wants to.
The other book? Small, white cover, no title, but an embossed illustration of a sword twined with vines and a swallow perched on the hilt. She hasn't cracked the cover. She's not sure she wants to.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 07:22 pmjaded-jedi.livejournal.comMara woke up this morning, in an unfamiliar tent, with a familiar feeling.
But when she wandered the bar for a while, and never found the person she was looking for, she grew a little worried. But Valentine is Valentine and probably went off for some diplomatic thing. Right?
Mara's headed towards the door now. Catch her before she leaves!
But when she wandered the bar for a while, and never found the person she was looking for, she grew a little worried. But Valentine is Valentine and probably went off for some diplomatic thing. Right?
Mara's headed towards the door now. Catch her before she leaves!
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 07:38 pmballetrat*The door to Milliways is pushed open with one ballet-slippered foot.
The foot is quickly followed by the rest of Meg, looking slightly sunburnt and lugging a large bag full of souvenirs, which she dumps on the nearest available stool before glancing around the bar, trying to figure out how long it's been.*
The foot is quickly followed by the rest of Meg, looking slightly sunburnt and lugging a large bag full of souvenirs, which she dumps on the nearest available stool before glancing around the bar, trying to figure out how long it's been.*
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 08:25 pmno-comb-shep.livejournal.comIt's a very tired Sheppard who makes his way into the bar and proceeds to flop down in a booth. From the bruise he's sporting above his right eye and bits of plant matter in his hair, it might be eays to guess why he's so tired. After a few moments he cracks open an eye, looking for anybody he knows-or anything so weird he can't help but take notice of it.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 08:36 pmel-vago.livejournal.comAndres walks down the stairs slowly, stoically. He is carrying a few personal items.
This is it.
He approaches the bar and asks for the packages he'd requested a few days before.
Within a matter of moments three bags appear on the bar. Something similar to backpacks.
He nods. "Thank you, Lady Bar. Please give this to Gorlim when he returns." He lays a purple fan on the bar, smiling. "Give this to Lady Morgne." He sets the sidhe enchanted mask he wore upon arriving, gently on the bar. "She may not remember," He murmurs. "But I do." He sighs. There are a few more items for miscellaneous people. And a purse, with quite a bit of gold, left for Lee. They will be found when Lee and Gorlim return. There is also a
( note for Ellie ) Which may be found anytime.
You're being cruel.
He picks up the three bags and moves to a table near the door.
He removes two of the swords and sheaths from where they are slung over his shoulder, and sets one next to each bag.
There he sits, waiting for Lee and Gorlim.
This is it.
He approaches the bar and asks for the packages he'd requested a few days before.
Within a matter of moments three bags appear on the bar. Something similar to backpacks.
He nods. "Thank you, Lady Bar. Please give this to Gorlim when he returns." He lays a purple fan on the bar, smiling. "Give this to Lady Morgne." He sets the sidhe enchanted mask he wore upon arriving, gently on the bar. "She may not remember," He murmurs. "But I do." He sighs. There are a few more items for miscellaneous people. And a purse, with quite a bit of gold, left for Lee. They will be found when Lee and Gorlim return. There is also a
( note for Ellie ) Which may be found anytime. You're being cruel.
He picks up the three bags and moves to a table near the door.
He removes two of the swords and sheaths from where they are slung over his shoulder, and sets one next to each bag.
There he sits, waiting for Lee and Gorlim.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 08:42 pmasar-suti.livejournal.comFor once, unexpected confrontation had reduced Asar-Suti to his original fiery energy shape. A faint whiff as if from the crater of a volcano hangs in the air; that which the Cheysuli used to call the 'noxious fumes of the foul Ihlini god'.
After Kal Torak simply vanished, the Seker re-assumes his usual male human shape, but it takes longer than his usual shifing - as his shape was hurt gravely by the violence the other god meted out, he can't simply re-assume it, but has to make it again, whole.
From the violet fire, Asar-Suti as the denizens of Milliways know him reappears. As his opponent has vanished into thin air, he conjures himself violet gel pen, and paper, and writes a
( Note to security )
After that, Asar-Suti returns to the fireplace and his book; but he is much more alert now, looking around for security, for Garion, or for Kal Torak returning every few pages that he turns.
After Kal Torak simply vanished, the Seker re-assumes his usual male human shape, but it takes longer than his usual shifing - as his shape was hurt gravely by the violence the other god meted out, he can't simply re-assume it, but has to make it again, whole.
From the violet fire, Asar-Suti as the denizens of Milliways know him reappears. As his opponent has vanished into thin air, he conjures himself violet gel pen, and paper, and writes a
( Note to security )After that, Asar-Suti returns to the fireplace and his book; but he is much more alert now, looking around for security, for Garion, or for Kal Torak returning every few pages that he turns.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 08:44 pmlatino_menaceOOM: Out in the forest, Arithon continues to pay for interfering with Ramon's plans for Jack.
There is also Banana!Crack. Which Ramon doesn't appreciate.
[OOC: Once again, warnings for graphic violence.]
There is also Banana!Crack. Which Ramon doesn't appreciate.
[OOC: Once again, warnings for graphic violence.]
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 08:51 pmgil-whimple.livejournal.comGourmet night and tonight's menu is a doozey - Gil's always impressed by what Doc Lecter can put together. Acting as his commis once a week is a pleasure.
He has finished now, however, and takes a tray, and Everard in case of emergencies and goes out into the bar to see who he can see.
He has finished now, however, and takes a tray, and Everard in case of emergencies and goes out into the bar to see who he can see.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 09:02 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy is in a booth, having a pint and generally watching the world go by. Now and then he glances down at the sheets of paper in front of him, which are covered with dates and scribbled notes, with various patches highlighted in yellow.
Scampi the kitten is asleep on his knee.
Come bother him; he could use a distraction.
Scampi the kitten is asleep on his knee.
Come bother him; he could use a distraction.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 09:08 pmrobinton-harper.livejournal.comMasterharper in the bar.
Playing a rather strange instrument- a lyranthe.
He's getting quite good at it, too. Already knows several Teaching Ballads.
And a composition is floating about, too. A piece about dragons. Because really, with this instrument? It was begging to be written.
Playing a rather strange instrument- a lyranthe.
He's getting quite good at it, too. Already knows several Teaching Ballads.
And a composition is floating about, too. A piece about dragons. Because really, with this instrument? It was begging to be written.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 09:39 pmalien-isabel.livejournal.comThis morning Isabel left the bar, confident that maybe she and Warren would have a blissful reunion. Instead she was informed that they should 'take a break'. And so she's back. She's not crying, she's just...in a daze, and not a good one. So she takes a seat in a booth, arms crossed, legs up on the seat with her. And she stares out at the bar.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 09:42 pmcreator_ravenRaven comes downstairs, hair slightly damp. He ruffles it with one hand, almost distractedly as he heads to Bar.
He stands for several moments, leaning slightly on a barstool, before turning towards a corner booth. He stops, momentarily, and picks up the half-forgotten plate of cookies as well as the mug of hot chocolate.
The corner of the booth is very comfortable. This is good, as Raven is wedged there rather firmly, back pressed tight to the wall, and knees tucked up. He rests his head on his knees, and occasionally nibbles on a cookie. He never quite finishes it.
Approach at will.
He stands for several moments, leaning slightly on a barstool, before turning towards a corner booth. He stops, momentarily, and picks up the half-forgotten plate of cookies as well as the mug of hot chocolate.
The corner of the booth is very comfortable. This is good, as Raven is wedged there rather firmly, back pressed tight to the wall, and knees tucked up. He rests his head on his knees, and occasionally nibbles on a cookie. He never quite finishes it.
Approach at will.
A note for Zoe.
Sep. 3rd, 2005 09:45 pmbadinlatinMal's being a coward. Again.
( So, Zoe... )
That's why he's leaving a note for Zoe instead of explaining the whole 'why I shot a man in the head in the middle of a job' thing.
( So, Zoe... )Mal doesn't feel better, but it's a start. After a quick drink, he escapes back to his bunk with his new inks. Maybe he will decorate.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 09:48 pmastro-droid.livejournal.comThere's a man at the bar, in a blue-and-white baseball cap, jeans, and a hacker t-shirt. He looks aroud the room every so often, perhaps looking for someone, perhaps just looking around. He looks rather like a geek, frantically, and would probably appreciate someone to talk to. Especially if your name is Skywalker, or you know Skywalkers.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 09:50 pmnotacrime.livejournal.comGeorge waltzes into Milliways, thoroughly unaccompanied. The look on his face says it all:
Why not?
Why not?
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 09:51 pmagirllost[ooc: Millitimed to after the switch back]
Kim and Jack re-enter the bar through the door to the lake. He looks confused. They walk over to the Bar and Kim leaves a note for security.
( Attn Security )
That done, she holds onto her dad's arm and walks upstairs with him.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 09:54 pmhorseblanket.livejournal.comSee how nice Sheila's hair looks, now?
That would be placed entirely on the fact that, while it is likely that no one saw her, she has in fact been sitting and combing it out.
For about an hour.
Please, distract her.
That would be placed entirely on the fact that, while it is likely that no one saw her, she has in fact been sitting and combing it out.
For about an hour.
Please, distract her.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 09:58 pmshelley_wintersThere's Shelley in an armchair, looking tired.
She didn't sleep after that nightmare last night, and though the fear has mostly faded the lack has caught up with her suddenly.
Hence, hot chocolate.
Come chat to her?
She didn't sleep after that nightmare last night, and though the fear has mostly faded the lack has caught up with her suddenly.
Hence, hot chocolate.
Come chat to her?
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 10:09 pmthedemon-zabuza.livejournal.com[OOM: After a completed mission]
Zabuza steps into the bar and walks directly outside.
Feel free to bug him, you will find him leaning against a random with his eyes closed. Strangely enough he doesn't seem like he is sleeping.
Zabuza steps into the bar and walks directly outside.
Feel free to bug him, you will find him leaning against a random with his eyes closed. Strangely enough he doesn't seem like he is sleeping.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 10:10 pmlong-neck.livejournal.com*Littlefoot enters the odd tree-cave once more, looking around for human-pilots and human-humans. He's taking a somewhat scientific approach to trying to figure out which is which. That high-pitched noise can't be it, human-humans make it too, it might be the bright-colored skin flaps. It'd be weird if there were only one human-pilot and everyone else just a human-human, like one long-neck in a valley full of three-horns.
He wanders around for a while, pausing to examine various items here and there*
He wanders around for a while, pausing to examine various items here and there*
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 10:15 pmredhorserider.livejournal.comShe'd been bored with Nepal for awhile now, so it would seem her leaving had rather an immediate effect.
She is currently sitting at the bar and enjoying a martini--with cherries, not olives.
She is currently sitting at the bar and enjoying a martini--with cherries, not olives.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 10:17 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/The number of all-powerful hobbits in the bar increases by one.
Want it, want it, don't need it, want it
For someone with control over everything, he currently looks rather angsty. And to be frankly honest, this particular bout of angst could result in complete and utter doom if left to stew. Someone distract him, for the good of the people!
Want it, want it, don't need it, want it
For someone with control over everything, he currently looks rather angsty. And to be frankly honest, this particular bout of angst could result in complete and utter doom if left to stew. Someone distract him, for the good of the people!
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 10:25 pmtimsbooks.livejournal.com*He's sitting at the front table again, waiting for Ace. He misses her so.
But in the mean time, he has a fist sized ruby rolling between his hands. Inside it is a pig faced man in arabian garb. He seems to be talking to it.*
Well now little Galim. You're locked away again. And this item doesn't rub, so theres no one to release you. Still want to go about swearing vengence?
*He cocks his head as if listening, then smiles.*
Sounds like you do. A shame. Do you know where I can leave you?
But in the mean time, he has a fist sized ruby rolling between his hands. Inside it is a pig faced man in arabian garb. He seems to be talking to it.*
Well now little Galim. You're locked away again. And this item doesn't rub, so theres no one to release you. Still want to go about swearing vengence?
*He cocks his head as if listening, then smiles.*
Sounds like you do. A shame. Do you know where I can leave you?
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 10:36 pmimpulsivekid.livejournal.comThere is a commotion by the front door. The knob seems to be rattling something awful. In fact, now the entire door seems to be rattling. Almost as if the door doesn't want to open.
Suddenly, the entire door is sheathed in crackling energy. It seems almost electric as it dances over across and even through the molecules of the door. There are a rare few in the bar who would recognise the energy as a physical manifestation of the speed force, for that is indeed what it is.
Several days ago, Bart was forced out of the bar by his evil clone. For every action, there is an equal and oppisite reaction. This is that reaction.
Finally, the door looks like nothing but speed force, and then a shape tumbles through. The costume is familiar. The eyes are familiar. But up to this moment, no eight year old has ever had both at the same time.
"Dad? "
The boy is suddenly in motion, zipping and zooming across the bar, up to the rafters, outside, then back to the door.
"Dad! Where'd you go? Come on, this isn't cool."
Barry Jay Allen, the second Impulse, has arrived way too early. Someone comfort him before he breaks down completely?
Suddenly, the entire door is sheathed in crackling energy. It seems almost electric as it dances over across and even through the molecules of the door. There are a rare few in the bar who would recognise the energy as a physical manifestation of the speed force, for that is indeed what it is.
Several days ago, Bart was forced out of the bar by his evil clone. For every action, there is an equal and oppisite reaction. This is that reaction.
Finally, the door looks like nothing but speed force, and then a shape tumbles through. The costume is familiar. The eyes are familiar. But up to this moment, no eight year old has ever had both at the same time.
"Dad? "
The boy is suddenly in motion, zipping and zooming across the bar, up to the rafters, outside, then back to the door.
"Dad! Where'd you go? Come on, this isn't cool."
Barry Jay Allen, the second Impulse, has arrived way too early. Someone comfort him before he breaks down completely?
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 11:01 pmstilljustandrew*The front door swings open, and in steps Andrew, stretching. He's had a longish day.*
*He catches sight of a certain someone, breaks into a broad grin, and heads over.*
*He catches sight of a certain someone, breaks into a broad grin, and heads over.*
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 11:06 pmmoroccofor1year.livejournal.com[OOM:Penny packs for a visit home.]
*Penny wanders downstairs with her suitcase in hand... She looks around to see if there is anyone she desperately needs to say goodbye to. She goes to bar and gets a piece of paper to write note to Nathan
( note to Nathan )
She give it to the bar to give to Nathan and it disappears and is replaced with a martini. She thanks the bar and sits drinking it.*
*Penny wanders downstairs with her suitcase in hand... She looks around to see if there is anyone she desperately needs to say goodbye to. She goes to bar and gets a piece of paper to write note to Nathan
( note to Nathan )She give it to the bar to give to Nathan and it disappears and is replaced with a martini. She thanks the bar and sits drinking it.*
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 11:28 pmbadinlatinMal enters the bar, looking ever so much captain-like.
He is, however, sporting a brand new black leather holster.
He is also looking for someone.
[ooc: Locked to Simon for plot and bonding, say sorry.]
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 11:41 pmprince-arithon.livejournal.comOut of Milliways Millitimed to before the torture, B and Arithon have schmoop which includes biting, sharing of minds, and Arithon spending the day in Australia.
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 11:48 pmnot-a-redshirt.livejournal.com[OOM: Castle and Gorlim finally reconcile their differences. In bed. Warning for smut, disturbing imagery, some angst, and a great deal of schmoop. NC-17 and millitimed to August 27.]
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 11:59 pmhello-cally.livejournal.comNo class tonight, and he has already gotten all of his reading for class done, so Westerly lets the door take him to Milliways. He looks more relaxed than he has been in some time.
Retrieving a glass of wine, Westerly settles down at a table near the middle of the bar to read. The 48 Laws of Power.
Sounds fascinating.
Come say hello.
Retrieving a glass of wine, Westerly settles down at a table near the middle of the bar to read. The 48 Laws of Power.
Sounds fascinating.
Come say hello.
