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mogget_cat*Yrael sits at the bar in human form, thoughtfully looking at the patterns of firelight through his wineglass.*
Sep. 11th, 2005
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witchy-rebel.livejournal.comAs all patrons know, there are any number of couches and armchairs around the fire and by it. In one of them, maybe the only one visible in this branch of millitime, Morgan is curled up with her hands around a cup of broth.
Well, at least she can keep it down.
The girl is also gazing into the flames, though what she sees is anyone's guess.
Well, at least she can keep it down.
The girl is also gazing into the flames, though what she sees is anyone's guess.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 12:23 amiamnotstorm.livejournal.comSarah in the bar in the wee hours, PJs and all. She's got a bowl of rainbow-striped Paradoxes and a chocolate cherry float.
No vacation plans, no book, no kitten, just doing beadwork, seedbeads and wire, the same butterfly she'd been working on before.
She's up for conversation if anyone else is, and she'll share her paradoxes.
No vacation plans, no book, no kitten, just doing beadwork, seedbeads and wire, the same butterfly she'd been working on before.
She's up for conversation if anyone else is, and she'll share her paradoxes.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 12:24 amanimation-inc.livejournal.comVampire Executioner, still in the bar.
She's stretched out in a booth, watching 'Family Guy' Episodes, and sipping from a coke.
There's some dinner next to her, and a bowl of seasme crusted salmon. For a certian feline.
Chewing on a frenchfry she looks perfectly approachable.
Say hi.
She's stretched out in a booth, watching 'Family Guy' Episodes, and sipping from a coke.
There's some dinner next to her, and a bowl of seasme crusted salmon. For a certian feline.
Chewing on a frenchfry she looks perfectly approachable.
Say hi.
Wedding Reception
Sep. 11th, 2005 12:42 amsai_delgadoAs dusk turns to evening, brightly-shining lanterns illuminate a cleared space in which there's room for dancing, along with tables bearing food and drink. Seating is scattered about and plentiful, as well.
Music plays from a stereo system with a randomly rotating playlist. The Beatles seem heavily featured, but there's a wide variety of other music too.
The wedding's over, but the party's just starting.
[Millitimed to earlier this evening, just after the wedding. Thread headers are present in normal party fashion, and slowtime is cheerfully welcomed.]
Music plays from a stereo system with a randomly rotating playlist. The Beatles seem heavily featured, but there's a wide variety of other music too.
The wedding's over, but the party's just starting.
[Millitimed to earlier this evening, just after the wedding. Thread headers are present in normal party fashion, and slowtime is cheerfully welcomed.]
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Sep. 11th, 2005 01:10 amforbiddensailor.livejournal.comThe door swings open with minimum effort from the other side. There's Hotaru; her mission complete, she's been in school for the past week.
School is wonderful. Her best friend ChibiUsa and she walk to class together every day, hand in hand. One of her parents works as the elementary school nurse (and all the kids are jealous).
She has been greatly enjoying her time, so, it is no great surprise that as she enters the bar, still in her uniform, she's cheerful.
It may be a surprise that behind that cheerfulness lies a sort of anxiety. Currently, she scans the room, searching for an individual in particular.
[ooc: *the mission with D is not actually complete, it is slowtimed, Millitimed to the week before last ;;*]
School is wonderful. Her best friend ChibiUsa and she walk to class together every day, hand in hand. One of her parents works as the elementary school nurse (and all the kids are jealous).
She has been greatly enjoying her time, so, it is no great surprise that as she enters the bar, still in her uniform, she's cheerful.
It may be a surprise that behind that cheerfulness lies a sort of anxiety. Currently, she scans the room, searching for an individual in particular.
[ooc: *the mission with D is not actually complete, it is slowtimed, Millitimed to the week before last ;;*]
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Sep. 11th, 2005 03:08 amsinglesoledjest.livejournal.comBefore all of this, thanks to the wonders of Millitime, Mercutio is peacefully in the bar. He's drinking coffee and is surrounded by napkins, on which he has drawn little soldiers. One army of napkin soldiers is obviously attacking the other.
There are even sound effects.
There are even sound effects.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 04:00 amseker-pride.livejournal.comGood gods, how long had it been since he'd been in the bar?
Too long, perhaps, to some, but here he is once again.
Looking leaner than before, as though he'd been on a diet - and he has.
Sakti is perched upon his shoulder looking mean but otherwise well-trained - and she has.
So what does a lean, mean, dead Ihlini sorcerer do to re-acquaint himself with the bar that's become his home?
He orders a hot chocolate and tries to feed the marshmallows to his pet, who seems to have decided it's better to just go along with it than to resist and have something even stickier stuck up her beak.
The more things change the more they stay the same....
Too long, perhaps, to some, but here he is once again.
Looking leaner than before, as though he'd been on a diet - and he has.
Sakti is perched upon his shoulder looking mean but otherwise well-trained - and she has.
So what does a lean, mean, dead Ihlini sorcerer do to re-acquaint himself with the bar that's become his home?
He orders a hot chocolate and tries to feed the marshmallows to his pet, who seems to have decided it's better to just go along with it than to resist and have something even stickier stuck up her beak.
The more things change the more they stay the same....
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Sep. 11th, 2005 06:04 amdevils-dandy.livejournal.comMontparnasse is back in the bar. He woke up early this morning. He was in a hurry to get out of that room really.
He's got coffee, which may be rather unnecessary, but it's what you drink in the morning isn't it? And it's cheaper than alcohol.
He also has toast. For the same reason.
Come chat. If only because there are fewer patrons to choose from at this time of day.
He's got coffee, which may be rather unnecessary, but it's what you drink in the morning isn't it? And it's cheaper than alcohol.
He also has toast. For the same reason.
Come chat. If only because there are fewer patrons to choose from at this time of day.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 07:47 amvaapadmaster.livejournal.comDown near to the lake, there is a jedi Master, going thru the exercises of Form VII, Juyo.
Sleek, fast movements with strong strikes, Force-powered jumps and motions, the staccato swings and the flow of the form make it seem as if the attacks are not linked—but in reality, it is merely confusing the opponent.
Come watch. Or if you are a student, come take your lessons.
Sleek, fast movements with strong strikes, Force-powered jumps and motions, the staccato swings and the flow of the form make it seem as if the attacks are not linked—but in reality, it is merely confusing the opponent.
Come watch. Or if you are a student, come take your lessons.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 09:23 amslayeranne.livejournal.comBuffy comes downstairs and orders some breakfast. All through eating it, she stares thoughtfully at the front door. And for some time after as well. At some point, she tears her eyes off it to notice Faith with a bag, looking very much like she's leaving. But Buffy doesn't go ask.
Instead, she finally just gets up, walks to the door, opens it, and leaves.
The sound of an explosion comes out, as does a blast of fire.
The door closes.
Instead, she finally just gets up, walks to the door, opens it, and leaves.
The sound of an explosion comes out, as does a blast of fire.
The door closes.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 10:13 amvelocitygirlInyri walks down the stairs, and stops at the bottom of them, looking round the bar.
In her hand is a note Lujayne left her about how she was going to kill her, and by the way, she got her own room. In the other hand is The Oddessy. She's not dressed as nice as she was yesterday, her hair is down again, and she's wearing soft pants and a regular t-shirt. It may be because if she wore a dress, there would be visible bruising.
Of course, her wrists have little fingerprinted bruises on them too, but who's to say she didn't do that herself?
She stops at the bar, orders a cup of caff, and like usual, no food. The girl simply doesn't eat enough. Then she heads to a booth, where she sits, and opens her book.
She doesn't start reading though.
In her hand is a note Lujayne left her about how she was going to kill her, and by the way, she got her own room. In the other hand is The Oddessy. She's not dressed as nice as she was yesterday, her hair is down again, and she's wearing soft pants and a regular t-shirt. It may be because if she wore a dress, there would be visible bruising.
Of course, her wrists have little fingerprinted bruises on them too, but who's to say she didn't do that herself?
She stops at the bar, orders a cup of caff, and like usual, no food. The girl simply doesn't eat enough. Then she heads to a booth, where she sits, and opens her book.
She doesn't start reading though.
A pair of OOMs
Sep. 11th, 2005 10:35 amperfectblue.livejournal.comOOM: Finding out what breaks a goddess (mild breakage, minor whitetext in the initial in-bar thread), probably apparent OOCness if you don't know precisely what's going through the mind of my pup.
Also, uhm, since interest was expressed in reading it: mild smuttiness, which took place several days previous. Warnings: uh, nothing explicit. Adult themes. Here, before I accidentally delete it again.
Also, uhm, since interest was expressed in reading it: mild smuttiness, which took place several days previous. Warnings: uh, nothing explicit. Adult themes. Here, before I accidentally delete it again.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 11:24 amfaithful-slayer.livejournal.comFaith comes into the bar from her room in the Staff Quarters.
She's dressed casually, comfortably, and isn't carrying any weapons, or holding her Security Badge.
She is, however, holding a small tote bag, and giving off an air of 'is about to leave.'
Because she is. About to leave.
Catch her before she does, if you want.
She's dressed casually, comfortably, and isn't carrying any weapons, or holding her Security Badge.
She is, however, holding a small tote bag, and giving off an air of 'is about to leave.'
Because she is. About to leave.
Catch her before she does, if you want.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 11:31 amhttp://users.livejournal.com/_knoxious/Since his arrival, Knox has been mostly keeping to himself. He's been up in the room he shares with Charlie quite a bit, but now he's trying to get used to this place.
Come talk to him. He hasn't actually met anyone new yet.
Come talk to him. He hasn't actually met anyone new yet.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 11:32 amash--evildead.livejournal.comAsh inna booth. Doing that thing where you toss popcorn kernels in the air and try to catch them in your mouth.
He's not very good at it.
The cleaning staff's going to kill him.
He's not very good at it.
The cleaning staff's going to kill him.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 11:38 amlvpd_sidleSara woke up this morning sneezing, running a fever, and feeling miserable.
Rather than attempt to interact with anyone, she leaves a note for Tony at the bar.
( Tony )
[ooc: When the mun is ill, the pup suffers.]
Rather than attempt to interact with anyone, she leaves a note for Tony at the bar.
( Tony )[ooc: When the mun is ill, the pup suffers.]
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Sep. 11th, 2005 11:47 amiwasalevel6.livejournal.comTony is not painting or hammering at nails. It's Sunday morning. He's relaxing on the couch by the fireplace, reading a science fiction book. There's a cup of coffee sitting nearby on the floor.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 12:11 pmasar-suti.livejournal.comAsar-Suti is outside in the early morning sunlight, perched on a railing, female-shaped, swinging legs, and smoking quietly, adding to the morning mist.
Gil has started his shift already, and Asar-Suti is wide awake, glad to have such a wonderful faun in his life, but also glad to have his one faithful follower back in the bar
Gil has started his shift already, and Asar-Suti is wide awake, glad to have such a wonderful faun in his life, but also glad to have his one faithful follower back in the bar
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Sep. 11th, 2005 12:15 pmmogget_cat*Yrael wanders in from the lake area, completely drenched from the warm summer rain. His white hair is soaked.*
*He wanders over to the bar, his clothes drying swiftly as he walks. By the time he sits down with a glass of milk, only his hair is wet to show that he's been outside.*
*He wanders over to the bar, his clothes drying swiftly as he walks. By the time he sits down with a glass of milk, only his hair is wet to show that he's been outside.*
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Sep. 11th, 2005 12:33 pmnonookie4u.livejournal.comStrata comes gently down the satairs to the Bar, carrying a small bundle in her arms. She quietly whispers, "Toast with raspberry jam and pomegranate juice, please" to the bar, then heads to her favorite couch.
It then becomes apparent that Strata is holding a baby. A very small, sleeping baby. And she's quietly beaming. So come say hello to the new mother and child.
It then becomes apparent that Strata is holding a baby. A very small, sleeping baby. And she's quietly beaming. So come say hello to the new mother and child.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 01:02 pmteh-data-fork.livejournal.comSo two CTU agents and a cat walk into a bar...
Yes, the mun is pulling the old 'two pups in one entrance post' trick.
Castle and Adam are hanging out at a table and talking quietly over drinks--espresso in Lee's case, a chocolate milkshake in Adam's. Zeke is intermittently trying to eat Adam's shoelaces and making a nuisance of himself by knocking over the saltshakers.
C'mon. There has to be at least one of them that you want to bother. They're all shiny and distractable.
[OOC: Responses will be fairly slow; mun is doing homework.]
Yes, the mun is pulling the old 'two pups in one entrance post' trick.
Castle and Adam are hanging out at a table and talking quietly over drinks--espresso in Lee's case, a chocolate milkshake in Adam's. Zeke is intermittently trying to eat Adam's shoelaces and making a nuisance of himself by knocking over the saltshakers.
C'mon. There has to be at least one of them that you want to bother. They're all shiny and distractable.
[OOC: Responses will be fairly slow; mun is doing homework.]
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Sep. 11th, 2005 01:15 pmazarathsraven.livejournal.comRavens in the bar, looking very, very tired. She's sitting at a table with what was once a hot cup of tea, and a book in her lap. Both which are being neglected by what looks like a girl trying very hard not to fall asleep.
Someone come talk to her to keep her awake.
Someone come talk to her to keep her awake.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 01:24 pmpetraarkanian.livejournal.comKit is in the bar, but Petra is nowhere to be seen. He sits expectantly looking at the door from which she usualy enters the bar.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 01:37 pmprince-arithon.livejournal.comSmall s'Ffalenn in the bar.
Not, mind, that s'Ffalenn come in any other size. Seeing as "the last" and all. Regardless. He's not terribly big. He is in the bar. He could probably be convinced to snark, sing, or talk if someone were to come up to him.
Not, mind, that s'Ffalenn come in any other size. Seeing as "the last" and all. Regardless. He's not terribly big. He is in the bar. He could probably be convinced to snark, sing, or talk if someone were to come up to him.
BARTENDING!
Sep. 11th, 2005 02:00 pmwellthrownstone.livejournal.comGarion walks down the steps with a broad smile on his face. Another of his friends, one of his closest, had shown up in the bar yesterday and that, added to the various reassurances of patrons and friends, had his spirits high and his hopes alive. Thus, the writing for the specials is a little more jaunty than it's been for some weeks as opposed the shaky, nervous scrawls he's put up since Torak arrived.Drinks
Four Fine Friends
Victory Collins
Sudden Daylight
Food
Beer Basted Rabbit
Asparagus Stir-Fry
Apple Cranberry Salad
And then he settles down and relaxes, smiling at anyone who might pass.
"Can I get you anything?"
And it sounds like he'd really like to do so.
[ooc: *grumbles* interrupted again. back in 2 hours tops] BACK!
Four Fine Friends
Victory Collins
Sudden Daylight
Food
Beer Basted Rabbit
Asparagus Stir-Fry
Apple Cranberry Salad
And then he settles down and relaxes, smiling at anyone who might pass.
"Can I get you anything?"
And it sounds like he'd really like to do so.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 02:10 pmiamnotstorm.livejournal.comSarah was still in the bar from the wee hours earlier, she'd nearly finished the bead and wire butterfly she was working on, it was varigated greens and blues, and about six inches all the way across.
Bar had given her a plate of french toast when Sarah had realized that it was probably breakfast time and had asked for something breakfasty.
So, happy PJ wearing superhero with a plate of frenchtoast strips and strawberry jam, both of which she'll trade for conversation, go poke her or something.
Bar had given her a plate of french toast when Sarah had realized that it was probably breakfast time and had asked for something breakfasty.
So, happy PJ wearing superhero with a plate of frenchtoast strips and strawberry jam, both of which she'll trade for conversation, go poke her or something.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 02:33 pmwizard_dresdenAt least I can get the bar to follow my sense of humor. Asked for a change of clothes and got a shirt that says this:
CATAPULTAM HABEO.
NISI PECUNIAM OMNEM
MIHI DABIS, AD CAPUT TUUM
SAXUM IMMANE MITTAM.
My Latin's really bad, but this... this I can read. Can you?
Harry's shirt: 'I have a catapult. Give me all the money, or I will fling an enormous rock at your head.'
CATAPULTAM HABEO.
NISI PECUNIAM OMNEM
MIHI DABIS, AD CAPUT TUUM
SAXUM IMMANE MITTAM.
My Latin's really bad, but this... this I can read. Can you?
Harry's shirt: 'I have a catapult. Give me all the money, or I will fling an enormous rock at your head.'
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Sep. 11th, 2005 02:56 pmtransgenic-max.livejournal.comThere is a Max in the bar. Sketching again, and focused very intently on the page. It might even be possible to sneak up on her today - a rare occasion indeed.
C'mon. You know you want to try it.
C'mon. You know you want to try it.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 03:00 pmnavybabyseal.livejournal.comShane Limps into the bar.He looks very lonely.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 03:16 pmieatcorkscrews.livejournal.comStudious Discworld Goddess innabar. She's still poring over her encyclopedia of kitchen utensils.
She had figured out how to get here from home, it was just as Remiel had said, just a bit of mental gymnastics, a twist at the right angle and a push in the right direction and she could make the door open to Milliways.
She was sitting at a small table with the book and a small handful of utensils she'd come up with, combination zester-peelers and things like that, she'll probably give you one if you ask her what they are.
She had figured out how to get here from home, it was just as Remiel had said, just a bit of mental gymnastics, a twist at the right angle and a push in the right direction and she could make the door open to Milliways.
She was sitting at a small table with the book and a small handful of utensils she'd come up with, combination zester-peelers and things like that, she'll probably give you one if you ask her what they are.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 03:22 pmjust-a-soldier.livejournal.comDespite the fact that millitime is all twisted up in my head, Aeryn is sitting in a booth. She is watching the people go by and looking immensely bored. She is also wearing a t-shirt that says 'Peacekeepers do it better!' and fidgeting with a celtic cross necklace at her throat. Come ask her where she got them!
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Sep. 11th, 2005 04:15 pmhotsuperman.livejournal.comClark has been out doing his chores, so when he walks into the bar in his white t-shirt and jeans, he look rather shocked. Especially as he thought this was his bathroom.
He sighs and heads over to the bar, ordering a glass of milk (typical farm boy) and relaxing on the stool.
He sighs and heads over to the bar, ordering a glass of milk (typical farm boy) and relaxing on the stool.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 05:01 pmbloodyrockgodCharlie is asleep in a booth, a book open on his chest. Somebody give this boy some coffee.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 05:44 pmjack_inthegreenJack is watching the rain hit the windows, a dreamy expression on his face.
You can blame him for this. It's kind of his thing, you see.
You can blame him for this. It's kind of his thing, you see.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 05:51 pmnot-a-redshirt.livejournal.comCastle inna booth, having left Adam to his milkshake. Zeke is curled in a ball next to him, purring steadily.
He's reading a book and idly wondering if Gorlim's around anywhere.
He's reading a book and idly wondering if Gorlim's around anywhere.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 06:26 pmgris_bug_manGrissom is in the bar. Mun is mildly recovered.
He has the look on his face of a man trying to think of an appropriate gift for a woman. And failing miserably at the task.
Probably a good thing he isn't marrying her.
He has the look on his face of a man trying to think of an appropriate gift for a woman. And failing miserably at the task.
Probably a good thing he isn't marrying her.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 06:36 pmabotticellilady.livejournal.com[ooc: OOM: In the House of Arch, B and Arithon discuss his many titles. Before getting a little distracted.]
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Sep. 11th, 2005 06:45 pmunderwater-owl.livejournal.comRandom's in the bar, having a last minute drink.
There's a suitcase at his feet.
Odds are, he'd be happy to talk to you.
Unless you happen to be one Kim Bauer. He'd be happy to give youa piece of his mind.
There's a suitcase at his feet.
Odds are, he'd be happy to talk to you.
Unless you happen to be one Kim Bauer. He'd be happy to give youa piece of his mind.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 06:58 pmiwasalevel6.livejournal.comIn case you were wondering, Tony's still in the bar!
Yay?
We'll let you decide!
However, to be specific, he is not *in* the bar but is outside by the lake under "his" tree. Come talk to him!
Yay?
We'll let you decide!
However, to be specific, he is not *in* the bar but is outside by the lake under "his" tree. Come talk to him!
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Sep. 11th, 2005 07:01 pmlt-naraht.livejournal.comNaraht's in the Bar...and is not looking forward to explaining the marks on her neck.
She woke up this morning to find the faint red markings Sheppard had left when he attacked her had darked to bruises, faintly bluish over most of their area but deeping to angry purple where they crossed the delicate gill slits. Their soreness is such that it's rather uncomfortable to breathe water at the moment, so she's simply been keeping them moist with partial immersion rather than going fully under water.
She wraps a towel around herself as she transfers to a stool. "Bar, could I get some..."
A plate of grilled salmon, a glass of tea and a bottle of tylenol appear. She smiles.
"Thank you. And could I possibly get something to...cover my neck?"
A long moment, then a scarf appears that matches her shirt.
Of course, wearing it only makes it obvious that she's covering something up. Someone want to inform her of that?
She woke up this morning to find the faint red markings Sheppard had left when he attacked her had darked to bruises, faintly bluish over most of their area but deeping to angry purple where they crossed the delicate gill slits. Their soreness is such that it's rather uncomfortable to breathe water at the moment, so she's simply been keeping them moist with partial immersion rather than going fully under water.
She wraps a towel around herself as she transfers to a stool. "Bar, could I get some..."
A plate of grilled salmon, a glass of tea and a bottle of tylenol appear. She smiles.
"Thank you. And could I possibly get something to...cover my neck?"
A long moment, then a scarf appears that matches her shirt.
Of course, wearing it only makes it obvious that she's covering something up. Someone want to inform her of that?
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Sep. 11th, 2005 07:12 pmcreator_ravenRaven is nestled in a booth, looking very comfortable and, for once, also barefoot.
He is idly munching on cookies and reading a book of poetry.
The fact that he occasionally glances up from the book to scan the bar may indicate he's looking for someone to talk to.
Oblige him?
He is idly munching on cookies and reading a book of poetry.
The fact that he occasionally glances up from the book to scan the bar may indicate he's looking for someone to talk to.
Oblige him?
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Sep. 11th, 2005 07:13 pmcaramel-colored.livejournal.comHunter is seated at a booth, sharpening one of her knives. She looks less tense than she has on previous occasions, though this might not mean anything.
The remains of a meal are on the table, and she drinks, occasionally, from a mug near her elbow. It's probably tea.
The remains of a meal are on the table, and she drinks, occasionally, from a mug near her elbow. It's probably tea.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 07:26 pmsinglesoledjest.livejournal.comRoll up, roll up, for the sporting event of the season!
Two snails. One slug. One table-length. ONLY ONE WINNER!
Place your bets here, and please do not eat the participants. Thank you.
Two snails. One slug. One table-length. ONLY ONE WINNER!
Place your bets here, and please do not eat the participants. Thank you.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 07:27 pmballetrat*Meg's in the bar, on a stool, coffee cup in hand.
She looks - well, vaguely hung over, actually, considering the fairly nonstop partying of this weekend. But cheerful!*
She looks - well, vaguely hung over, actually, considering the fairly nonstop partying of this weekend. But cheerful!*
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Sep. 11th, 2005 07:35 pmthe_antiangstHe would have gone outside and practiced some more today, but... rain. Tends to make that percussion thing slightly impossible. Besides, rain seems to translate into a lazy day anyway.
To that end, Angel's lying on one of the couches by the fireplace. He may or may not be asleep.
To that end, Angel's lying on one of the couches by the fireplace. He may or may not be asleep.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 07:43 pmfaithful-slayer.livejournal.com[OOM: In which canon is cruel, and I'm even worse.]
The doors open, and Faith steps through them and into the bar, white-faced, trembling, obviously in shock.
Bad news from home. Really, very bad.
The doors open, and Faith steps through them and into the bar, white-faced, trembling, obviously in shock.
Bad news from home. Really, very bad.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 07:51 pmtimsbooks.livejournal.com*Timmeh.
Inna the Bar.
He looks rather twitchy.
"The Hunter is long dead."*
I am NOT!
Inna the Bar.
He looks rather twitchy.
"The Hunter is long dead."*
I am NOT!
Milliwaysopoly
Sep. 11th, 2005 08:04 pmxan-shaped.livejournal.comXander comes downstairs, still looking a little down. Friends lost in hell dimensions will do that to a guy. Also, the turnout for circus rehearsals has not been good.
But all that aside, there's nothing saying it can't be a good night. This, apparently, is what Bar's thinking, for a rectangular cardboard box appears next to Xander's burger and fries.
"Milliwaysopoly?" he reads in confusion. "The Board Game at the End of the Universe?"
Bemused, he sits down at the nearest table and starts to open the box.
"So, uh ... anybody up for a board game?"
[OOC: Yep, it is Milliways-themed Monopoly. If you'd like to play, just ping me at Merky Dee. Anyway, this game works pretty much exactly like Monopoly, except ... with Milliways stuff. Here is a helpful key:
Properties = characters
Go = the Bar
Houses = shots
Hotels = ... a lot of shots
Utilities = Oompa Loompas
Free Parking = Unlimited Tab
Income Tax = Evil Karaoke
Jail = Doom ("Go to Doom. Go directly to Doom. Do not pass Bar, do not collect two hundred dollars.")
The playing pieces are KARR, Gaspode the dog, a beer bottle, and a demon bunny.
More will be added as we go. Feel free to change things up and do whatever-- it is a Milliways game, thus fluctuates.]
But all that aside, there's nothing saying it can't be a good night. This, apparently, is what Bar's thinking, for a rectangular cardboard box appears next to Xander's burger and fries.
"Milliwaysopoly?" he reads in confusion. "The Board Game at the End of the Universe?"
Bemused, he sits down at the nearest table and starts to open the box.
"So, uh ... anybody up for a board game?"
[OOC: Yep, it is Milliways-themed Monopoly. If you'd like to play, just ping me at Merky Dee. Anyway, this game works pretty much exactly like Monopoly, except ... with Milliways stuff. Here is a helpful key:
Properties = characters
Go = the Bar
Houses = shots
Hotels = ... a lot of shots
Utilities = Oompa Loompas
Free Parking = Unlimited Tab
Income Tax = Evil Karaoke
Jail = Doom ("Go to Doom. Go directly to Doom. Do not pass Bar, do not collect two hundred dollars.")
The playing pieces are KARR, Gaspode the dog, a beer bottle, and a demon bunny.
More will be added as we go. Feel free to change things up and do whatever-- it is a Milliways game, thus fluctuates.]
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Sep. 11th, 2005 08:20 pmawesome_lillyLilly inna bar, at a booth, with a mug of coffee that is even larger than usual. Well, it was a long weekend. If people want a perky 'what up, sai?', then Lilly needs the coffee.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 08:23 pminquisitiveheroHank is in the bar. Hank has a huge mug of coffee, Hank-style. Hank is working on strange, electronicky-type stuff that fitzes and makes small noises. Hank is also reading a book.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 08:24 pmgiftedthom.livejournal.com*Thom tells the bar* Boo.
*The bar doesn't talk back, but that's cool. He sits down anyway.*
*The bar doesn't talk back, but that's cool. He sits down anyway.*
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Sep. 11th, 2005 08:27 pmkessel-angel.livejournal.comLujayne sits at the bar, her nose pressed into her palm, eyes closed as she thinks, worries, frets and whatever else older sisters are supposed to do.
Beside her sits a plate of cookies, and only one has a little bit taken out of them. Unlike Inyri, she's not allergic to something in them, it's just the fact she's worried that she may have caused her sister's problems to grow worse.
Someone tell her that looking depressed is Inyri's job.
Beside her sits a plate of cookies, and only one has a little bit taken out of them. Unlike Inyri, she's not allergic to something in them, it's just the fact she's worried that she may have caused her sister's problems to grow worse.
Someone tell her that looking depressed is Inyri's job.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 08:32 pmhello-cally.livejournal.comWesterly has Italian Political History class tonight, but he has finished all his reading for class. He has free time, so there are no books open on his table in the bar tonight.
He's sketching the bar room, quietly.
Come say hi. He might draw you.
He's sketching the bar room, quietly.
Come say hi. He might draw you.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 08:36 pmno-comb-shep.livejournal.comHe'd been intending to find the bathroom.
Technically, Sheppard isn't supposed to be out of bed at all, much less out of the infirmary. But he refuses to use a bedpan, and he's got a lot of apologizing to do, anyway. He isn't going to turn down the oportunity to go to Milliways, where he can get started on that apologizing sooner rather than later.
And so, a still Wraith-y looking Sheppard makes his way into the bar. The fact that he's wearing a bathrobe as well makes him look a little bit absurd.
Technically, Sheppard isn't supposed to be out of bed at all, much less out of the infirmary. But he refuses to use a bedpan, and he's got a lot of apologizing to do, anyway. He isn't going to turn down the oportunity to go to Milliways, where he can get started on that apologizing sooner rather than later.
And so, a still Wraith-y looking Sheppard makes his way into the bar. The fact that he's wearing a bathrobe as well makes him look a little bit absurd.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 08:38 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_chappy_/There's a Ryan in the bar.
He's sitting at a table, with a copy of Beowulf though he isn't paying much attention to it. Instead he's staring off into space with a pensive expression.
It's not a really good day for him.
He's sitting at a table, with a copy of Beowulf though he isn't paying much attention to it. Instead he's staring off into space with a pensive expression.
It's not a really good day for him.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 08:48 pmgreen-shaft.livejournal.comConnor in a booth, practicing the habit of denial as he pretends to read a book. He is not a bat, and he doesn't generally prefer it, but right now? It's much better than the alternative.
Because he did not just have that conversation or that argument. Nope. It never took place at all.
At least when he fleed from it, the bar door was kind enough to take him. That, at least, was a small favour.
Because he did not just have that conversation or that argument. Nope. It never took place at all.
At least when he fleed from it, the bar door was kind enough to take him. That, at least, was a small favour.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 08:49 pmkitchen_maidThe Ordinary Princess is sitting at a table, watching people go by and absent-mindedly feeding breadcrumbs and raisins to Simon Perryvall and Mr. Pemberthy. She'd be very glad of company that actually talks back. Plus, she has new icons, which the mun is disproportionately excited about.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 08:49 pmgeeky-agent.livejournal.comAnd there's also a Chris at the bar. She's drinking an Appletini and fiddling with the buttons on her also-light-green iPod.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 08:56 pmjaded-jedi.livejournal.comMara Jade Skywalker is in the bar, having just stepped through the door.
She's in the flowing robes of a Jedi Master, a pale green colour that brings out her eyes. She's carrying a sniffling child with golden-curls and she can't be more than five. She glances around and sighs as she realises she's entered the bar and not the room she meant to walk in. Kriffing Milliways.
Nevertheless, Mara carries the wide-eyed child to a booth, and gets a first aid kit from a waitrat and proceeds to start cleaning a deep cut on the girl's knee.
A motherly Mara? Come see it in action! Quickly!
She's in the flowing robes of a Jedi Master, a pale green colour that brings out her eyes. She's carrying a sniffling child with golden-curls and she can't be more than five. She glances around and sighs as she realises she's entered the bar and not the room she meant to walk in. Kriffing Milliways.
Nevertheless, Mara carries the wide-eyed child to a booth, and gets a first aid kit from a waitrat and proceeds to start cleaning a deep cut on the girl's knee.
A motherly Mara? Come see it in action! Quickly!
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Sep. 11th, 2005 09:10 pmmilliways_sawyerIt started with a dream. It ended in a nightmare (slowtimed at the moment). Canon's not so nice sometimes.
Still, they have hope.
Which is why, instead of digging a grave in the dark island soil, Sawyer walks through the door of the bar with Boone's body slung over his shoulder. Shannon and Sun follow close behind. Not a one of them speaks; it's uncertain yet whether words of sorrow or relief will be needed. That all depends on what happens next.
Silently (and avoiding the eyes of the patrons in the bar), they walk up the stairs toward Boone's room.
[OOC: For the moment, the "Boone's room" link leads to a locked post, say sorry. Bear with us.]
Still, they have hope.
Which is why, instead of digging a grave in the dark island soil, Sawyer walks through the door of the bar with Boone's body slung over his shoulder. Shannon and Sun follow close behind. Not a one of them speaks; it's uncertain yet whether words of sorrow or relief will be needed. That all depends on what happens next.
Silently (and avoiding the eyes of the patrons in the bar), they walk up the stairs toward Boone's room.
[OOC: For the moment, the "Boone's room" link leads to a locked post, say sorry. Bear with us.]
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Sep. 11th, 2005 09:19 pmprone-to-panic.livejournal.comArchie's got his tea and the well-thumbed notes that Arithon gave him and he's sitting at a table watching the patrons.
Chances are, he's watching you.
Chances are, he's watching you.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 09:19 pmprydeful[OOM: E-mail fun.]
One Kitty.
No new bruises!
A stack of papers. Meant to be graded, but being ignored.
Coffee.
Observe this scene.
It is rare. It is zen-like.
It is...
An entrance post.
*hums*
One Kitty.
No new bruises!
A stack of papers. Meant to be graded, but being ignored.
Coffee.
Observe this scene.
It is rare. It is zen-like.
It is...
An entrance post.
*hums*
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Sep. 11th, 2005 09:33 pmnonookie4u.livejournal.comLysistrata steps in from outside, fresh-cheeked and smiling. She grabs a large pitcher of water and carefully tries to balance that, a glass, and a baby simultaneously. However, it looks like she's failing. Plus, if you help, she might let you hold the baby!
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Sep. 11th, 2005 09:35 pmucav-tinman.livejournal.comEddie sat at the bar.
He wasn't quite sure why he was indoors. He felt more like being alone - so that meant he should be beside the lake. Perhaps...
Perhaps not, then. He stayed there on his stool, quiet, wondering at his own reaction.
He wasn't quite sure why he was indoors. He felt more like being alone - so that meant he should be beside the lake. Perhaps...
Perhaps not, then. He stayed there on his stool, quiet, wondering at his own reaction.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 09:41 pmimperfecthero01.livejournal.comThe door opens, and through it comes a teenage japanese boy. It is his first time in the bar, but he's not disoriented by the new place. His first reaction is merely one of disbelief, and then of annoyance. This isn't just unexpected... it's detrimental.
He is shot, though he is not thinking of that at the moment. Duo is banged, bruised, and drugged... they need to be somewhere that can help. Not somewhere that will only offer trouble.
He turns to the boy behind him, eyes narrowed. He keeps a tight grip on his gun, just in case. "Do you know this place...?" He'll gamble on this for a moment, and if not, head right back the way they came.
[OOC Note: If you want to tag this post, please contact Hemogoblin1984 on AIM first. Thanks!]
He is shot, though he is not thinking of that at the moment. Duo is banged, bruised, and drugged... they need to be somewhere that can help. Not somewhere that will only offer trouble.
He turns to the boy behind him, eyes narrowed. He keeps a tight grip on his gun, just in case. "Do you know this place...?" He'll gamble on this for a moment, and if not, head right back the way they came.
[OOC Note: If you want to tag this post, please contact Hemogoblin1984 on AIM first. Thanks!]
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Sep. 11th, 2005 09:54 pmla-calice.livejournal.comThe stars really are more beautiful here. And the roses--well, they'd made a mess, to be sure, but they looked so wild and healthy out in the open that Utena can't bring herself to care about the trouble they may well get in.
She's standing out in the grass, hands in her pockets, looking up. Anthy's right. It is nicer out here.
She's standing out in the grass, hands in her pockets, looking up. Anthy's right. It is nicer out here.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 10:02 pmagirllost[OOM: First, Kim and Chris talked after Kim visited Ramon in the cells. Then, last night, Kim had a very disturbing nightmare (squick warnings).]
[OOC: Sometime after this]
Kim is sitting outside by the lake. She's listening to the sounds around her but is still lost in thought. Mostly, she's almost shaking with anger over the way Random treated her. She doesn't even mind that the grass is still wet from the rain that ended only a little while earlier.
Feel free to try to talk to her.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 10:24 pmbadinlatinMal still looks like the smile he was wearing during the wedding hasn't completely left him yet. Although he doesn't have his knitting project with him today, he does have a small whittle and his pocketknife.
Knives need maintenance too?
[ooc: locked for plot and maybe-doom.]
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Sep. 11th, 2005 10:25 pmboundxkittyThere's an Elizabeth kitty in the bar. She seems to have found a very comfortable couch, in which she is currently curled up on. She's very relaxed, has a half full glass of milk and a partially full plate of chocolate chip cookies next to her, and is reading a book. Minion by L.A. Banks.
Come poke the leopard kitty. She won't attack...unless you poke her really hard.
Come poke the leopard kitty. She won't attack...unless you poke her really hard.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 10:44 pmtin-foaly.livejournal.comFoaly is in the bar -- you know the drill: three-foot-tall centaur wearing tinfoil hat and lab coat. If you sense an air of foreboding around him, it's only because his mun's other characters are pissed at him because he's been rubbing their noses in the fact that he's the only one with fan art. (Jessica doesn't count because her fan art is only available on E-Bay to persons above the legal age of consent, and Harry doesn't count because his fan following is larger than God's. And he's a weiner. A weiner with a very big wand okay put that away come on now you wouldn't attack a poor defenceless magic-lacking centaur would you Harry old buddy old pal??) Also, he always gets shipped with the hot Elf chick.
Ahem.
As usual, he is playing with a mound of electronic equipment that may once have been an actual machine capable of performing programmed tasks. It may do that again in the forseeable future, in fact, though it will come out of its experience irrevocably altered -- sort of like a survivor of a major disaster, like Lord of the Flies. Oh, yeah. ANYONE who can survive reading that book will come out of it irrevocably altered.
Or were you thinking the metaphor was applicable to the characters in it?
Whatever you were thinking, it was WRONG, and Foaly would be happy to prove it to you nineteen different ways before you can blink.
Yes, he WOULD be, if he wasn't busy with his junk heap. At the moment he's poking around in it with a screwdriver-pliers contraption that would make Carl the friar drool. It's the sort of operation that looks like it requires several university degrees just to SPELL.
Or... it MOSTLY looks that way. The involvement of the teabag might be unexpected to the technologically ignorant (i.e. everyone other than himself).
Feel free to come bother him. He won't appreciate it though his mun will, but he'll cope. He came in here knowing the risks of trying to perform open chip surgury in a crowded bar.
Ahem.
As usual, he is playing with a mound of electronic equipment that may once have been an actual machine capable of performing programmed tasks. It may do that again in the forseeable future, in fact, though it will come out of its experience irrevocably altered -- sort of like a survivor of a major disaster, like Lord of the Flies. Oh, yeah. ANYONE who can survive reading that book will come out of it irrevocably altered.
Or were you thinking the metaphor was applicable to the characters in it?
Whatever you were thinking, it was WRONG, and Foaly would be happy to prove it to you nineteen different ways before you can blink.
Yes, he WOULD be, if he wasn't busy with his junk heap. At the moment he's poking around in it with a screwdriver-pliers contraption that would make Carl the friar drool. It's the sort of operation that looks like it requires several university degrees just to SPELL.
Or... it MOSTLY looks that way. The involvement of the teabag might be unexpected to the technologically ignorant (i.e. everyone other than himself).
Feel free to come bother him. He won't appreciate it though his mun will, but he'll cope. He came in here knowing the risks of trying to perform open chip surgury in a crowded bar.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 10:51 pmrebelheartalien.livejournal.comMichael is sitting by the Bar while Maria sleeps in their room, bored and looking around for friends.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 11:24 pmanimation-inc.livejournal.comVampire Executioner in the bar. She's against the bar, reading a book "The Fate of the Romanovs" by King Wilson.
There's a rootbeer float next to her as well as her lap top.
Come say hi.
There's a rootbeer float next to her as well as her lap top.
Come say hi.
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Sep. 11th, 2005 11:27 pmiopenthingsDoor is sitting in a booth, her feet curled up below her, humming to herself and paging through - is that work? No, it's not. It looks like a bridal magazine.
Yes, the House of Arch family is home, and Door is in the bar. Come welcome her back!
Yes, the House of Arch family is home, and Door is in the bar. Come welcome her back!
