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Oct. 14th, 2005 12:00 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
maggot-teacher.livejournal.comCort doesn't know.
Cort doesn't care.
Cort's here to do work.
[locked for plot, s'il te plaît.]
Cort doesn't care.
Cort's here to do work.
[locked for plot, s'il te plaît.]
Oct. 14th, 2005
maggot-teacher.livejournal.com
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Oct. 14th, 2005 12:10 amtransgenic-max.livejournal.comMax is sitting in a booth, sipping at a cup of coffee and watching the room. She's keeping an eye out for someone, though that isn't really obvious unless you know her well enough to read her easily. She just seems to be...watching.
Which means she is probably up for being bothered.
Which means she is probably up for being bothered.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 12:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
withamagicwordBilly Sits at a point on the bar annoyed and muttering slightly. He is drinking chocolate milk and eating some cookies left out by Wolf. He is grumpy, and it has been a very long day.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 12:45 amieatcorkscrews.livejournal.comOne Discworld goddess in the bar, at the bar even, nibbling on a corkscrew and just watching people, she looks a little faint around the edges perhaps a little fuzzy even, but it's hard to say in the lighting.
Her apron is frilly and edged with mirabou feathers, lime green and magenta. She doesn't seem to notice that it's wildly out of place for an apron, in fact, she seems somewhat tired, worn down even.
Her apron is frilly and edged with mirabou feathers, lime green and magenta. She doesn't seem to notice that it's wildly out of place for an apron, in fact, she seems somewhat tired, worn down even.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 12:58 amnosortofangel.livejournal.comThere's a dead wereleopard in the bar. Only he isn't dead yet. He isn't even a wereleopard yet. What he is is confused. The boy (maybe 19, if even that) looks around with wide eyes. "What...?"
There wasn't supposed to be a bar here. That much he's sure of.
There wasn't supposed to be a bar here. That much he's sure of.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 01:15 amgramarye1971[OOM: A night at the opera - Paris, France, 1883]
Merriman enters the bar, tugging on a pair of dark gloves and making a minor adjustment to his silk top hat. He heads straight for the bar, and places a strip of black cloth on the bar and murmurs a quiet request.
The strip of cloth vanishes, and is replaced by an elasticised black armband...edged with two rows of black and white tulle. He dons the armband, the white tulle standing out like a blaze of light against the dull dark cloth of his tailcoat.
That taken care of, he heads out the door in the direction of the lake.
Merriman enters the bar, tugging on a pair of dark gloves and making a minor adjustment to his silk top hat. He heads straight for the bar, and places a strip of black cloth on the bar and murmurs a quiet request.
The strip of cloth vanishes, and is replaced by an elasticised black armband...edged with two rows of black and white tulle. He dons the armband, the white tulle standing out like a blaze of light against the dull dark cloth of his tailcoat.
That taken care of, he heads out the door in the direction of the lake.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 01:32 aminquisitiveheroHank is in the garden.
He is back in his usual uniform-suit thing, and working on the hedges and the stones that seem to find their way to every part of the garden.
He is working hard and not looking up towards the remianing parts of the Wake or anything else.
He is back in his usual uniform-suit thing, and working on the hedges and the stones that seem to find their way to every part of the garden.
He is working hard and not looking up towards the remianing parts of the Wake or anything else.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 02:11 amawesome_lilly[Millitimed to this morning, Alain comes to check on Lilly after she spent the night with Meg. Rated D for Duh, there's woe.]
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Oct. 14th, 2005 02:35 amfutures_of_ashThey aren't real there
Rachel glided into Milliways, shadows in her eyes and flame dripping from her tattoo...tonight the display window drew her attention. Glorious, singing destruction in an endless cycle. It was...soothing tonight.
It's a dream
But she's here now, Milliways is real...Milliways where...
There's been death...
She's likely to be at the window for some time, forehead against the glass and fingertips tracing endless patterns among the reflected light and flame.
Rachel glided into Milliways, shadows in her eyes and flame dripping from her tattoo...tonight the display window drew her attention. Glorious, singing destruction in an endless cycle. It was...soothing tonight.
It's a dream
But she's here now, Milliways is real...Milliways where...
There's been death...
She's likely to be at the window for some time, forehead against the glass and fingertips tracing endless patterns among the reflected light and flame.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 03:30 amflybywash[OOM: You've got fifty-six messages going from Taos, New Mexico, 2005 to a scattered array of planets in 2519. What do you do?
Well, if you're Wash and Simon, you get in touch with an old acquaintance.
....This is the mun's last OOM post of the night, she swears.]
Well, if you're Wash and Simon, you get in touch with an old acquaintance.
....This is the mun's last OOM post of the night, she swears.]
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Oct. 14th, 2005 06:26 amamanda-darieux.livejournal.comSitting in a booth is Amanda with a pile of papers and a long forgotten cup of coffee. She would really like a distraction right about now.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 10:45 amcsi-catherine.livejournal.com[OOM: Lindsey can't sleep... Locked to Barry-mun, please.]
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Oct. 14th, 2005 11:41 ambanished-to.livejournal.comHel comes from the room she is currently staying in, and heads for a seat. She doesn't have anything brightly colored with her today.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 11:41 amundignifiedWes saw the special Say True, but alas, he never knew Meg, and doesn't really know anyone who did. And as much as he'd have loved to have worn a tutu (...you think the mun's joking?), he didn't like to intrude last night...
That and his mun had to sleep at some point, after her spontaneous trip-to-London booking. :O
He's sitting in a booth just now, with a mug of caf and an air of thoughtfulness about him.
Well ... sort of.
And he's glancing at the door again, but he won't go through.
Feel free to randomly say hi!
[mun is here pretty much through 'til 8pm GMT, but has no Gmail, just Yahoo, so ping if she ignores a tag. :O!]
That and his mun had to sleep at some point, after her spontaneous trip-to-London booking. :O
He's sitting in a booth just now, with a mug of caf and an air of thoughtfulness about him.
Well ... sort of.
And he's glancing at the door again, but he won't go through.
Feel free to randomly say hi!
[mun is here pretty much through 'til 8pm GMT, but has no Gmail, just Yahoo, so ping if she ignores a tag. :O!]
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Oct. 14th, 2005 11:42 amlvpd_sidleShe is in the bar, curled up with a cup of coffee and a book. Her cell phone is within reach and she is waiting for news from the hospital.
She is still wearing her toe shoes. It seems fitting, somehow.
She is still wearing her toe shoes. It seems fitting, somehow.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 11:48 ammagius-unlocked.livejournal.comMagius sits quietly at a stool, drinking and eating a late breakfast.
He is not looking as somber as he did yesterday and is quietly watching the bar.
His robes are back to normal but he still wears the armband he fashioned for Meg's wake
He is not looking as somber as he did yesterday and is quietly watching the bar.
His robes are back to normal but he still wears the armband he fashioned for Meg's wake
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Oct. 14th, 2005 11:55 amprettyhelen.livejournal.comHelen comes down from her room. Honestly, she looks exhausted, sore, subdued. Going over to the bar, she gets a cup of tea, and half a bagel. Then, she heads over to a booth, to spend some quality time with her journal. She has her puppy and kitten with her, and is probably not too averse to distraction. Come say hi?
(ooc--slowtime is love!)
(ooc--slowtime is love!)
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Oct. 14th, 2005 12:02 pmprince-arithon.livejournal.com((Oh, look, plot. Millitimed to earlier this week, slowtimed like hell, but the important part is covered))
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Oct. 14th, 2005 12:17 pmi_vanquish_evilVan Helsing is in the bar, sitting at a table, idly stroking Beowulf's fur. He looks rather distressed, actually, as he stares at the half-empty glass on the table in front of him.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 12:20 pmgone_byebyeRay quietly makes his way into the Bar. He's wearing a long-sleeved dark shirt with grey plastic panels sewn all over it. Doesn't seem to notice this massive fashion mistake, though; he just orders a small lunch that could probably be had at a vegetarian Chinese restaurant with very little effort, pays in cash, and takes it outside.
He'll be sitting by the lake for a while, most likely.
He'll be sitting by the lake for a while, most likely.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 12:24 pmmyladyrhiannon.livejournal.comOOM: A soul in tension, is learning to fly- Heh. I mean, Rhiannon finally decides to learn bird-shape, and is clearly enjoying it too.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 01:48 pmawesome_lillyAfter talking to Andrew, finding out Meg's killer, and seeing him off to bed, Lilly slips through the bar and out towards the stables. She can't sleep, but she doesn't particularly want to be around a bar full of people right now.
She climbs the pasture fence, smiling a little as Duncan whickers in greeting and trots over. She pats his nose and gives him half a carrot.
"You okay with holding still for a little, boy? I've got some ribbons, I thought I could redo that mane for you."
Duncan whinnies and stomps a hoof, as if to say "Yeah, it's about time I got my hair done." Only, you know. In Horse.
Lilly smiles a little more at that, and starts picking the old braids out of his mane and brushing it free of tangles.
[ooc: not plot-locked, but ping before tagging? Lilly's not at her most social.]
She climbs the pasture fence, smiling a little as Duncan whickers in greeting and trots over. She pats his nose and gives him half a carrot.
"You okay with holding still for a little, boy? I've got some ribbons, I thought I could redo that mane for you."
Duncan whinnies and stomps a hoof, as if to say "Yeah, it's about time I got my hair done." Only, you know. In Horse.
Lilly smiles a little more at that, and starts picking the old braids out of his mane and brushing it free of tangles.
[ooc: not plot-locked, but ping before tagging? Lilly's not at her most social.]
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Oct. 14th, 2005 01:50 pmjust-a-soldier.livejournal.comDo you wonder why you've never seen Aeryn sleeping in the bar? She might mutter and say something about constant vigilance (Mad-Eye Moody style), but the truth is she's never really relaxed enough to sleep much, at least not in the bar. However, she's sleeping today, curled up in a chair, knitting forgotten nearby. Her hands are curled underneath her head. Bringers of coffee will not be scolded for waking her up.
The mun would dearly love it if someone would frighten the life out of her.
[OOC: Slowtime now peoples? Headache has stuck.]
The mun would dearly love it if someone would frighten the life out of her.
[OOC: Slowtime now peoples? Headache has stuck.]
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Oct. 14th, 2005 02:04 pmgeek_divaDaria comes in through the door that should have led to Mr. O'Neill's class. She gives a grateful sigh when she recognizes the place and heads up to Bar for a milkshake and some nachos.
Preparing for graduation has taken a toll on her, and she really needs the break.
Naturally, she's completely out of the loop on current Milliways events.
Preparing for graduation has taken a toll on her, and she really needs the break.
Naturally, she's completely out of the loop on current Milliways events.
...the conditions are met...
Oct. 14th, 2005 02:17 pmwellthrownstone.livejournal.com[Pre-Milliways: Acknowledgement]
Garion walks down the steps.
And looks to Torak.
Then he walks over, shoulders set.
Acceptance.
Readiness.
"Hello."
Garion walks down the steps.
And looks to Torak.
Then he walks over, shoulders set.
Acceptance.
Readiness.
"Hello."
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Oct. 14th, 2005 02:26 pmnosortofangel.livejournal.comThere is a confused looking young man sitting in the bar. He's drinking coffee and watching people. He's still trying to puzzle out his surroundings. And wondering whether he can get home or not. He has a final soon that he really shouldn't miss. He doesn't think I was trapped at the end of the universe would be something the professors would accept as a valid excuse. Though the ensuing incarceration in a mental hospital might be.
Hmmm. That bears considering.
Hmmm. That bears considering.
wellthrownstone.livejournal.comThey both walk outside to the lake, as if they were mere men. Side by side.
Brothers.
Each has their sword at ready.
In their hands is the fate of all that was.
Torak holds Cthrek Goru tight in his beautiful, unscarred hand; the perfect darkness of the blade seems to take in all light, all joy, even from a place such as this. Garion's own hand is white around the grip of Irongrip's massive sword, the Orb of Aldur blazing quietly at the pommel as it sings a strange, final tune at the back of Garion's mind.
All that is.
This is what should be.
And all that is yet to be.
This is what was.
Hail, my hated brother.
This is what must be again.
[ooc: not locked, as anyone is welcome to come and observe, but please don't post in until the duelists do]
Brothers.
Each has their sword at ready.
In their hands is the fate of all that was.
Torak holds Cthrek Goru tight in his beautiful, unscarred hand; the perfect darkness of the blade seems to take in all light, all joy, even from a place such as this. Garion's own hand is white around the grip of Irongrip's massive sword, the Orb of Aldur blazing quietly at the pommel as it sings a strange, final tune at the back of Garion's mind.
All that is.
This is what should be.
And all that is yet to be.
This is what was.
Hail, my hated brother.
This is what must be again.
[ooc: not locked, as anyone is welcome to come and observe, but please don't post in until the duelists do]
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Oct. 14th, 2005 03:22 pmstilljustandrew[After this.]
*Andrew walks into the main bar, and looks around slowly. He's doing everything slowly right now, it seems.*
*After a moment, he starts toward the stairway.*
*Andrew walks into the main bar, and looks around slowly. He's doing everything slowly right now, it seems.*
*After a moment, he starts toward the stairway.*
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Oct. 14th, 2005 03:23 pmand-far-away.livejournal.comSharpe is in a back booth, whetting his knives. He's keeping half an eye on the door for if Lincoln comes back.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 03:23 pmskjaldmeyjar.livejournal.comSvava is down in the bar. Comfy chair, check. Cup of hot chocolate, check. Comforting calico cat, check. Book, check.
Even if she set the book on her knees so the title of the rather large tome is not easily visable.
Afterlives of Earth 2000
Sara had mentioned heaven last night.
Even if she set the book on her knees so the title of the rather large tome is not easily visable.
Afterlives of Earth 2000
Sara had mentioned heaven last night.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 03:38 pmartsmartscarlet.livejournal.com"--swear to God, if this rain doesn't let up soon, I'll..."
A somewhat soaked Jane Lane trails off as she realizes she hasn't ended up where she thought she was going, and smirks. This'll certainly work.
Leaving her umbrella propped against the wall by the door, she heads for the bar, in pursuit of some hot chocolate. The weather she just left behind definitely calls for it.
A somewhat soaked Jane Lane trails off as she realizes she hasn't ended up where she thought she was going, and smirks. This'll certainly work.
Leaving her umbrella propped against the wall by the door, she heads for the bar, in pursuit of some hot chocolate. The weather she just left behind definitely calls for it.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 04:26 pmmaydaybrat.livejournal.comMordred is in the bar drinking - this is nothing new. Drinking absinthe, glass after glass as if he were trying to drown...
well, drown something.
He had sung for her, and now he was drinking.
Trying to forget.
Trying to drown.
Trying to stop the gaping emptiness that he has felt so many, too many, times before.
In Camelot, most knew to stay away during these moods of his. But this isn't Camelot, this is Milliways.
The differences are glaring, and at the moment they are making him curse.
[ooc: Conversation with Bran? Now in slowtime. Oh, so much]
well, drown something.
He had sung for her, and now he was drinking.
Trying to forget.
Trying to drown.
Trying to stop the gaping emptiness that he has felt so many, too many, times before.
In Camelot, most knew to stay away during these moods of his. But this isn't Camelot, this is Milliways.
The differences are glaring, and at the moment they are making him curse.
[ooc: Conversation with Bran? Now in slowtime. Oh, so much]
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Oct. 14th, 2005 04:44 pmincrediblyshy.livejournal.comVi is in the bar, sitting at her usual table, sipping her usual milkshake, wearing her usual garb of a t-shirt of a purple shade, jeans, and a headband. She's listening to her iPod as she sits, so you may scare her if you appear suddenly.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 05:05 pmnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comAce has taken over her comfy chair, and the little end-table next to it. There are cookies, and blueberries (which have saved her from chocolate shortage from Bar), and cocoa... everything an Ace needs.
She seems to find her book amusing though.
Orson Wells.
Figures, no?
She seems to find her book amusing though.
Orson Wells.
Figures, no?
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Oct. 14th, 2005 06:09 pmwitchy-rebel.livejournal.comMorgan's pacing. Her room is too small, too cramped, and she can't go outside with all the people and the thoughts and emotions lashing at her mind.
She stays inside, for once grateful for all the magic that clouds her reading of others thoughts.
She stays inside, and paces; bites her nails and looks edgy, half-wild.
She needs to go outside, and she really can't.
She stays inside, for once grateful for all the magic that clouds her reading of others thoughts.
She stays inside, and paces; bites her nails and looks edgy, half-wild.
She needs to go outside, and she really can't.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 07:14 pmfaithful-slayer.livejournal.comFaith is in the bar.
She's quiet, and angry, and her badge is hidden, but she's in the bar, and she's eating.
Progress.
(OOC: Not plotlocked, but please ping before you tag.)
She's quiet, and angry, and her badge is hidden, but she's in the bar, and she's eating.
Progress.
(OOC: Not plotlocked, but please ping before you tag.)
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Oct. 14th, 2005 07:24 pmfutures_of_ashRachel's just outside, but oddly not on the lake like usaul. She's in a slow, meloncholy mood, and perhaps that's why there's so little flame. Just bright flickers among shadows as she turns gently, swaying and dancing quietly on her own in the shadows. She looks...sad, and the liquid grace with which she moves belies the fact that she should have a partner.
This is probably one of the few times she ever danced in any way close to formal, the steps learned through shared memory with another...and if one watches long enough, the shadows about her that flicker and move as she does almost answers, almost...
Fingertips touching, bowing, twirling away, there's almost another. Almost.
But for now, she sways alone.
This is probably one of the few times she ever danced in any way close to formal, the steps learned through shared memory with another...and if one watches long enough, the shadows about her that flicker and move as she does almost answers, almost...
Fingertips touching, bowing, twirling away, there's almost another. Almost.
But for now, she sways alone.
Happy Hour, or something like it
Oct. 14th, 2005 07:31 pmiustus_rexThey're neither of them feeling particularly cheerful, as they enter the bar from the House of Arch.
Edmund glances at Kitty, as they're cleaning up, and then steals over to the specials board before she gets a chance.
Milliways Happy Hour
Ladies' Night
All ladies get half off, including:
Blue Lady
Lemon Lady
Pink Lady
Scarlet Lady
White Lady
and even
My Fair Lady
When Kitty sees, she smiles, faintly, and kisses his cheek.
"What'll it be?"
Edmund glances at Kitty, as they're cleaning up, and then steals over to the specials board before she gets a chance.
Milliways Happy Hour
Ladies' Night
All ladies get half off, including:
Blue Lady
Lemon Lady
Pink Lady
Scarlet Lady
White Lady
and even
My Fair Lady
When Kitty sees, she smiles, faintly, and kisses his cheek.
"What'll it be?"
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Oct. 14th, 2005 07:34 pmbloodyrockgodCharlie ambles in from outside and sits heavily in a booth. Kiki Lyn skitters over with some tea and he smiles at her. "You're a love," he says and gives her a bit of cheese from the tray.
He's got his guitar still, and after a cup and some toast he adjust himself and the instrument in the booth and begins to play one of the songs he played for Garion, singing softly.
( These days I feel a change )
It worries him that there's no sign of the young king, nor even of a wolf.
He's got his guitar still, and after a cup and some toast he adjust himself and the instrument in the booth and begins to play one of the songs he played for Garion, singing softly.
( These days I feel a change )It worries him that there's no sign of the young king, nor even of a wolf.
ultimatetourist.livejournal.comBey enters the bar, clearly surprised. His near pasty skin shows that he hasn't been taking his tannin lately. He turns, to head back out, but there's no door behind him. He stares at it a moment.
After a few moments, he yells out "TANJ DAMMIT!" He turns over and orders a drink from a waitrat, finding a booth. He takes the drink, and makes a face, finally just sitting there and sulking. Someone shouldget him out of here cheer him up.
After a few moments, he yells out "TANJ DAMMIT!" He turns over and orders a drink from a waitrat, finding a booth. He takes the drink, and makes a face, finally just sitting there and sulking. Someone should
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Oct. 14th, 2005 07:43 pmmaid-of-astolat.livejournal.comElaine has come to the bar, and she is working on embroidery again. She is tired and very carefully not thinking.
But her posture is excellent as she sits with her embroidery, and maybe she's gone back a little ways, to a place in her mind where if she slouches, she fears her nurse will rap the back of her neck with a wooden rod to get her to sit up straight.
Most of the day has been spent in earnest, tearful, fervent prayer, though no evidence of tears lurk upon her face. Her cheeks are pale, though, and her eyes dark as before.
She hasn't eaten today. Someone should remind her.
But her posture is excellent as she sits with her embroidery, and maybe she's gone back a little ways, to a place in her mind where if she slouches, she fears her nurse will rap the back of her neck with a wooden rod to get her to sit up straight.
Most of the day has been spent in earnest, tearful, fervent prayer, though no evidence of tears lurk upon her face. Her cheeks are pale, though, and her eyes dark as before.
She hasn't eaten today. Someone should remind her.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 07:57 pmiwasalevel6.livejournal.comTony is occupying the seat by the fire, nursing a cup of tea. He doesn't look happy. But that's the case for everyone in the bar these days.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 08:07 pmmumbling-truth.livejournal.comThere's a Todd in the bar. DON'T PANIC!
This is a poet, and a sweet young man. Yes, really!
He's currently sitting at a table, and writing in his notebook again.
He's feeling a bit better, but the mood of the place is still affecting him to some degree anyway. Kid's just sensitive that way.
Go ahead and say hello.
This is a poet, and a sweet young man. Yes, really!
He's currently sitting at a table, and writing in his notebook again.
He's feeling a bit better, but the mood of the place is still affecting him to some degree anyway. Kid's just sensitive that way.
Go ahead and say hello.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 08:08 pmprone-to-panic.livejournal.comArchie is there, he's got his tea and is sitting in a booth watching the other patrons, quietly.
Just another day. Nothing to see here.
Just another day. Nothing to see here.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 08:20 pmmaladjust.livejournal.comTucker Wells.
Booth.
Bad mood.
It's worse than it usually is.
Booth.
Bad mood.
It's worse than it usually is.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 08:30 pmb-hawkins.livejournal.com[OOM: It gets even better. Warning for violence, perhaps some woe and lots of words.]
Ben Hawkins stumbled a little upon entry, his feet suddenly finding ground to stand upon. He gazed slowly about the bar proper, letting out a long sigh and making his way to a table and collapsed into a chair with a lovely thud. He leaned one elbow on the table and leaned his forehead against his open hand, eyes closed. He opened them briefly to check his arm- no wound. Was that a good or a bad sign? Not even a drop of blue.
A few minutes and he aquires a room and heads upstairs.
Ben Hawkins stumbled a little upon entry, his feet suddenly finding ground to stand upon. He gazed slowly about the bar proper, letting out a long sigh and making his way to a table and collapsed into a chair with a lovely thud. He leaned one elbow on the table and leaned his forehead against his open hand, eyes closed. He opened them briefly to check his arm- no wound. Was that a good or a bad sign? Not even a drop of blue.
A few minutes and he aquires a room and heads upstairs.
Wedding Invitations
Oct. 14th, 2005 08:33 pmunique-moments.livejournal.comSamantha takes a stack of invitations, and sets them on Bar, along with the list of who each is for.
She pats Bar, then wanders off happily.
[ooc: Okay. The list of those invited is in the Back Room. If Sam or Andrew knows your pup and forgot to put them on the list, lte me know!! Ping me at chaoschild06 or email me at inyrif @ gmail . com!!!]
She pats Bar, then wanders off happily.
[ooc: Okay. The list of those invited is in the Back Room. If Sam or Andrew knows your pup and forgot to put them on the list, lte me know!! Ping me at chaoschild06 or email me at inyrif @ gmail . com!!!]
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Oct. 14th, 2005 09:01 pmthe_lioness*Alanna exits the staff quarters, running unsteady fingers through her tangled hair. She grabs a bottle of rum from Bar and retreats to a corner booth, settling in to watch the crowd.*
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Oct. 14th, 2005 09:11 pmnot-a-redshirt.livejournal.comBecause mun is desperate for a way to actually get her bitchy little pups in contact with each other.
Castle and Chase have not spoken to each other in quite some time. Things would probably have continued like this, but Chase has a bit of a bone to pick with his ex-friend, and thus the two of them are sitting stiffly on opposite sides of the same table and drinking larger quantities of alcohol than they probably should be.
They could really, really stand a distraction before the awkwardness kills one or both of them. Come chat with one or both of them; they don't mind!
Castle and Chase have not spoken to each other in quite some time. Things would probably have continued like this, but Chase has a bit of a bone to pick with his ex-friend, and thus the two of them are sitting stiffly on opposite sides of the same table and drinking larger quantities of alcohol than they probably should be.
They could really, really stand a distraction before the awkwardness kills one or both of them. Come chat with one or both of them; they don't mind!
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Oct. 14th, 2005 09:19 pmgreen-jaken.livejournal.comJaken is addled, and very, very grumpy. For one, he's been here at Milliways few days, and still hasn't managed to find Sesshoumaru, his missing staff staff, the girl who pointed him to avalible help...and from all the murmurs and greeving around the bar, one of those he'd been referred to is now dead.
And from all he's managed to work out by himself, he's stuck here until the past decides it wants to become his present again.
It took quite a bit of effort for the small, impish creature to haul himself up on one of the tall barstools. But at least he can see the room a bit better from up here. And he's through with sulking over in the corner by the fireplace. Now, some practical assistance would be nice. Or just someone to chat with. Even a human, at this rate.
And from all he's managed to work out by himself, he's stuck here until the past decides it wants to become his present again.
It took quite a bit of effort for the small, impish creature to haul himself up on one of the tall barstools. But at least he can see the room a bit better from up here. And he's through with sulking over in the corner by the fireplace. Now, some practical assistance would be nice. Or just someone to chat with. Even a human, at this rate.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 09:34 pmhope-halo.livejournal.comOne can see the streets of Singapore before Remiel wanders in and closes the door, brushing-- of all things-- glitter out of his hair before sitting down.
"Hot chocolate, Bar? ...thank you."
A certain invitation appears at the same time, and he grins at it as he reads, ending this with a happy beam. He was looking somewhat weary before, but now he's all smiles.
"Hot chocolate, Bar? ...thank you."
A certain invitation appears at the same time, and he grins at it as he reads, ending this with a happy beam. He was looking somewhat weary before, but now he's all smiles.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 09:49 pmcreator_ravenRaven is curled on one of the couches, drinking hot chocolate.
The plate by his elbow is empty, even of crumbs.
He stares into the flames, looking almost mesmerized.
Almost.
He probably wouldn't mind an interruption.
The plate by his elbow is empty, even of crumbs.
He stares into the flames, looking almost mesmerized.
Almost.
He probably wouldn't mind an interruption.
ash--evildead.livejournal.com[ooc: Millitimed to yesterday, earlyish.]
Ash heads downstairs, chainsaw in - or rather, on - hand. Ignoring stares from random patrons, he heads for the bar.
"Hey, babe... think you could pass on a few notes for me?"
There's a pause, as if she's considering it. After a few moments, the proffered items disappear into the bartop and his tab is upped accordingly.
For a nominal fee, she even corrects his spelling.
( Recorded audio message for Sheila )
( Note for Lilly and Raven )
That business taken care of, he heads for the door.
After one last long look back, he's gone
Ash heads downstairs, chainsaw in - or rather, on - hand. Ignoring stares from random patrons, he heads for the bar.
"Hey, babe... think you could pass on a few notes for me?"
There's a pause, as if she's considering it. After a few moments, the proffered items disappear into the bartop and his tab is upped accordingly.
For a nominal fee, she even corrects his spelling.
( Recorded audio message for Sheila )( Note for Lilly and Raven )That business taken care of, he heads for the door.
After one last long look back, he's gone
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Oct. 14th, 2005 10:02 pmkal-torak.livejournal.comKal Torak is in the bar. There is no expression on the steel mask that hides his ravished face, just cold, proud arrogance as he surveys the bar. His sword is with him, as it always is these days, for he knows the time draws near.
Know that I hate thee Belgarion...
He walks to the bar, the red glow shining a little brighter from the place where his eye should be.
For hate's sake will I spit out my last breath at thee, my damned brother...
He's waiting. Destiny weighs, and God though he is, he can do nothing but wait.
[OOC: Locked for plot, say thank ya.]
Know that I hate thee Belgarion...
He walks to the bar, the red glow shining a little brighter from the place where his eye should be.
For hate's sake will I spit out my last breath at thee, my damned brother...
He's waiting. Destiny weighs, and God though he is, he can do nothing but wait.
[OOC: Locked for plot, say thank ya.]
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Oct. 14th, 2005 10:17 pmjonathanparagon.livejournal.comJonathan watches Andrew go upstairs, then turns back into the main room and goes to sit by the Bar.
He has new information to share, at Andrew's request, about what happened to Meg. Come talk to him, if you know him or even if you don't.
He has new information to share, at Andrew's request, about what happened to Meg. Come talk to him, if you know him or even if you don't.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 10:20 pmcuttingslack.livejournal.comSlack heads downstairs, in vinyl black dress, tall boots, fishnets, and warm leatherette coat, complete with its fuzzy collar.
Her backpack's slung over her shoulders, and it's filled to the brim with medicines and foods.
She's heading for the door, but if you're someone who knows her and wants to grab her on her way out?
Go right ahead.
Her backpack's slung over her shoulders, and it's filled to the brim with medicines and foods.
She's heading for the door, but if you're someone who knows her and wants to grab her on her way out?
Go right ahead.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 10:23 pmgorlim.livejournal.comGorlim comes down to the bar with his daughter. The little one is wrapped in a colorful blanket that looks like it might illustrate some kind of story if unwrapped. He takes the infant to the bar and sits there feeding her. However, it appears Gorlim only has her downstairs to show her off for a little while: soon after the baby finishes her bottle, Eilinel shows up to reclaim her. Gorlim makes several attempts to convince the woman to let him keep her longer, but she seems insistant that Kelly is too young to be exposed to so much noise and crowding for long periods of time. Eventually Gorlim gives in under her incessant good-natured teasing. Like all true lovers, she knows all the right buttons to push -- the most potent of which would appear to onlookers to be a threatening... handful of dried flowers from her apron pocket. Seeing those, Gorlim makes a face and passes the child into his wife's arms.
Eilinel replaces her strange weapon serenely. She leans over to place a kiss on her husband's forehead, then turns to return to their room. Gorlim watches them go with a distracted smile on his face. Now that he isn't actively chatting at an infant, he appears a touch frayed around the edges. He's been busy lately, from singlehandedly altering the psychological makeup of a Vala to preaching ideals of loyalty and brotherhood to a terrorist, while at the same time caring meticulously for the baby, the idea of sleep is far from his mind, and food is even farther. It's likely the drink he had with Ramon the other day is the closest thing he's had to a meal in... a considerable amount of time. And from the looks of it, he's not thinking much about food now, either. So! Come talk to the fidgety Tolkien-boy and maybe see if you can get him to eat something before his blood sugar level realizes it's dropped almost low enough to send him into minor shock.
Eilinel replaces her strange weapon serenely. She leans over to place a kiss on her husband's forehead, then turns to return to their room. Gorlim watches them go with a distracted smile on his face. Now that he isn't actively chatting at an infant, he appears a touch frayed around the edges. He's been busy lately, from singlehandedly altering the psychological makeup of a Vala to preaching ideals of loyalty and brotherhood to a terrorist, while at the same time caring meticulously for the baby, the idea of sleep is far from his mind, and food is even farther. It's likely the drink he had with Ramon the other day is the closest thing he's had to a meal in... a considerable amount of time. And from the looks of it, he's not thinking much about food now, either. So! Come talk to the fidgety Tolkien-boy and maybe see if you can get him to eat something before his blood sugar level realizes it's dropped almost low enough to send him into minor shock.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 10:45 pmempath-wiggin.livejournal.comVal's at her usual table with her laptop, headphones, a couple books, and a determined expression. She's writing again, but distractions are always welcome.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 10:48 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/Well, Smeagol's in the bar. He's just not redily visible, as he's back to his old habit of hiding under a table.
Maybe it's for old time's sake. Maybe he's hoping someone will find him.
Sometime's it feels good to be brought out of the darkness. Even when there isn't a squeaky ballerina around to do it.
Maybe it's for old time's sake. Maybe he's hoping someone will find him.
Sometime's it feels good to be brought out of the darkness. Even when there isn't a squeaky ballerina around to do it.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 11:10 pmguppy_sandhu[oom: Holby, which is still on Sunday due to major time cheating. Warning for slightly gruesome graphic imagery.]
Guppy has been back to Holby, but he's now back in the bar again. He has pink lemonade with an umbrella and a cherry in, and is curled up in a comfortable chair near the fire.
Thanks to the vial of healing stuff Hank gave him, his hand is nearly healed. He appears calm, and gently strokes the kitten whilst reading from an old book.
He would very much like company. Come join him.
Guppy has been back to Holby, but he's now back in the bar again. He has pink lemonade with an umbrella and a cherry in, and is curled up in a comfortable chair near the fire.
Thanks to the vial of healing stuff Hank gave him, his hand is nearly healed. He appears calm, and gently strokes the kitten whilst reading from an old book.
He would very much like company. Come join him.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 11:13 pmthe_seafarerCaspian hasn't really been in the bar proper for most of the week, but he comes in tonight, looking for familiar faces, mayhap. There are still some people he needs to talk with, before the hour strikes.
And he seems more cheerful tonight, aye, though his eyes go often to the clock.
And he seems more cheerful tonight, aye, though his eyes go often to the clock.
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Oct. 14th, 2005 11:46 pminquisitiveheroOOM and IM: After talking to Lindsey, and talking to Sara and hearing the news about Catherine, Hank went to his room and spent some time being grateful for Catherine getting better, and sank into a long needed sleep. Then he came downstairs and ended up talking to Svava.
Now he heads for the bar, peering around, alert and happier than he has been in days, even with a hint of sadness in his eyes. Strapped to his waist are his usual pouches as well as a small bag that bulges.
He orders dinner and settles in to eat, his eyes swinging towards the Door every little while.
(ooc: life and a migraine steals me, but tag if you like and slowtime tagbacks wil be offerred.)
Now he heads for the bar, peering around, alert and happier than he has been in days, even with a hint of sadness in his eyes. Strapped to his waist are his usual pouches as well as a small bag that bulges.
He orders dinner and settles in to eat, his eyes swinging towards the Door every little while.
(ooc: life and a migraine steals me, but tag if you like and slowtime tagbacks wil be offerred.)
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Oct. 14th, 2005 11:53 pmkitchen_maidAmy is in a booth, with a cup of tea, and a book, and Simon Perryvall, and a proper entry post for a change. She's absently feeding the crumbs of her gingerbread to the squirrel.
Come say hello?
Come say hello?
