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Dec. 11th, 2005 12:03 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
prone-to-panic.livejournal.comArchie's in the bar! Come berate him for not having started his Christmas shopping yet.
Dec. 11th, 2005
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live-to-feel.livejournal.comThe door's opening produced a thin woman in her mid-thirties, wearing a red robe with a high hood.
(fire on the hemisphere)
It was very, very hot behind her, and it's relaxing to step into this ... well, bar, apparently.
The afterlife has colors.
And many many people.
Including a pair of familliar people -- and, without a second thought, hood still up, Mary O'Brien goes to join them.
(fire on the hemisphere)
It was very, very hot behind her, and it's relaxing to step into this ... well, bar, apparently.
The afterlife has colors.
And many many people.
Including a pair of familliar people -- and, without a second thought, hood still up, Mary O'Brien goes to join them.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 12:12 amhttp://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/oom: Finishing the house.
A hobbit walks into the bar, and that's all he is again, a hobbit.
Smeagol orders a beer and a proper hobbit-sized dinner full of grease and carbs and everything a growing hobbit needs to get wider than he is tall, which is a noble endeavour for his race, so more power to him. He sits down at a table and begins to eat.
Oh, and he looks surprisingly happy. Especially for him.
Eventually, he picks his plate up and takes it under the table. No particular reason.
The familiarity is nice.
A hobbit walks into the bar, and that's all he is again, a hobbit.
Smeagol orders a beer and a proper hobbit-sized dinner full of grease and carbs and everything a growing hobbit needs to get wider than he is tall, which is a noble endeavour for his race, so more power to him. He sits down at a table and begins to eat.
Oh, and he looks surprisingly happy. Especially for him.
Eventually, he picks his plate up and takes it under the table. No particular reason.
The familiarity is nice.
Reappearing act.
Dec. 11th, 2005 12:20 amsteak-man.livejournal.comNo storytime, fairy dust mumbo-jumbo here. Cypher hasn't been in the bar the last couple of days. He hasn't been out of the bar either; he's been upstairs in his room, presumably keeping "busy." Give the red-rimmed eyes and the five o'clock shadow, guesses probably wouldn't be hard.
He sighs as he settles onto a stool, a lit cigarette already in his left hand, and with that hand he rubs his eyes as he mutters something to the bar. It serves up something that's either seltzer water or a gin and tonic. Garnished with lime either way. Lime makes everything better.
Then he gets the note from Ramon. His eyes close and his right hand clenches around the glass.
"Shit." He lets out a chuckle, eyes opening in cynical realization."That wily sonavabitch."
He sighs as he settles onto a stool, a lit cigarette already in his left hand, and with that hand he rubs his eyes as he mutters something to the bar. It serves up something that's either seltzer water or a gin and tonic. Garnished with lime either way. Lime makes everything better.
Then he gets the note from Ramon. His eyes close and his right hand clenches around the glass.
"Shit." He lets out a chuckle, eyes opening in cynical realization."That wily sonavabitch."
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Dec. 11th, 2005 12:23 amwatcher-g-man.livejournal.comGiles had spent the post-battle days resting and recovering. Even though the advanced medical equipment left him feeling more physically whole and fit then he had for ages. He was now in the bar with a book, doing some light reading. (Mediaval history if you must know)
And yes, there's a pot of tea by him so having his usual cuppa.
He gave some cursory glances around the bar. A lot of new arrivals of late.
Hmmm... They tend to occur in waves, he wondered why that was.
(ooc: mun is to bed, have an early day tomorrow. Happy to slowtime)
And yes, there's a pot of tea by him so having his usual cuppa.
He gave some cursory glances around the bar. A lot of new arrivals of late.
Hmmm... They tend to occur in waves, he wondered why that was.
(ooc: mun is to bed, have an early day tomorrow. Happy to slowtime)
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Dec. 11th, 2005 12:58 amlogos-bearer.livejournal.comNiobe- Captain of the Logos, and soldier of Zion
briskly,and efficiently climbs into her designated ecto-chair.
She mindlessly adjusts her ponytail as she lays back against the headrest.
The familiar twist and crank of the ecto plug just short of drills into her input, a sensation that any soldier will tell you-is never something you quite truly adjust to or welcome.
The mind disconnects from the body
filtering the essence through a screen of technology.
The familiar sensation of vinyl wraps around her body as her presence manifests, viewing the world through a darkened lense of her sunglasses.
But....she's not at her drop point......a door? even her thoughts are muttering "shit" and cautiously, hand on the hilt of her gun prowls through the door.
briskly,and efficiently climbs into her designated ecto-chair.
She mindlessly adjusts her ponytail as she lays back against the headrest.
The familiar twist and crank of the ecto plug just short of drills into her input, a sensation that any soldier will tell you-is never something you quite truly adjust to or welcome.
The mind disconnects from the body
filtering the essence through a screen of technology.
The familiar sensation of vinyl wraps around her body as her presence manifests, viewing the world through a darkened lense of her sunglasses.
But....she's not at her drop point......a door? even her thoughts are muttering "shit" and cautiously, hand on the hilt of her gun prowls through the door.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 01:15 amrichest-duck.livejournal.comScrooge has decided to take a look outside the bar. There's the lake he already heard so much about, and in the distance he can see the hills. He smiles to himself. With some luck, those might be his next destination. He wanders off to the stables, and pets one of the horses. They look pretty reliable. There don't seem to be a lot of people out here, and he can't blame them. At least inside the bar it's nice and warm. He wonders if there's some around here who knows something more about the caves in the hills. Something more than that they carry minerals.
Still, even if the minerals aren't valuable, he could still go up there. Do a bit of mining, see if the old duck's still got it. It'll be an adventure.
But in the mean time, he needs to find someone who knows more about the hills. Although someone else to talk to would be nice too, it'd pass the time.
Still, even if the minerals aren't valuable, he could still go up there. Do a bit of mining, see if the old duck's still got it. It'll be an adventure.
But in the mean time, he needs to find someone who knows more about the hills. Although someone else to talk to would be nice too, it'd pass the time.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 01:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
river_meimeiRiver was outside, earlier. Riding Boukephalos. Her hands are icy now, and her cheeks a little flushed, and she looks a good deal more relaxed than she did when she slipped through the door and made her way out to the paddocks.
Now she's sitting on the floor with hot chocolate, tucked against the side of an armchair.
Now she's sitting on the floor with hot chocolate, tucked against the side of an armchair.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 03:03 amshelley_winters[OOM: Outside in the snow, Shelley is reunited with one of the Forsaken.
The event is predictably not a happy one.]
The event is predictably not a happy one.]
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Dec. 11th, 2005 03:03 amgone_byebye[OOM: After Mary O'Brian and John Preston are reunited, Ray is forced to confront an extremely unpleasant probability in his own personal life.]
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Dec. 11th, 2005 04:00 amaj_crawleyThere's a demon sprawled in one of the armchairs by the fireplace, looking as witty, dashing, and charming as ever. Also, um, asleep.
He's had a long, crappy day, dammit. And the cold makes Crowley sluggish, sleepy. And the fire's very warm, and, well... he's basking.
His sunglasses are slipping down his nose, and his legs are stretched out in front of him, more than far enough to trip people up. Nobody'll be angry, though, because he looks just that adorable.
It's the quiet, hissing snores.
So cute.
He's had a long, crappy day, dammit. And the cold makes Crowley sluggish, sleepy. And the fire's very warm, and, well... he's basking.
His sunglasses are slipping down his nose, and his legs are stretched out in front of him, more than far enough to trip people up. Nobody'll be angry, though, because he looks just that adorable.
It's the quiet, hissing snores.
So cute.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 04:26 amtimsbooks.livejournal.comOnce more, Tim is in the bar. Like he is every night. But tonight, he has an Idea. This, of course, is a Very Bad Thing.
So, when he glides up to the bar and whispers to her "I need 36 silver rings please." she if, of course, rather hesitant to give them to him.
"No, really, it's okay. This is for christmas." and still he gets nothing.
"Please? Trust me, you'll like this." With something of a inanimate sigh, a bag of silver rings appears. Tim pats her happily.
"Thanks love, you won't regret it!"
And he glides to a table, bag of rings in hand. Silver rings for christmas. Maybe Tim took one too many hits from a demon?
So, when he glides up to the bar and whispers to her "I need 36 silver rings please." she if, of course, rather hesitant to give them to him.
"No, really, it's okay. This is for christmas." and still he gets nothing.
"Please? Trust me, you'll like this." With something of a inanimate sigh, a bag of silver rings appears. Tim pats her happily.
"Thanks love, you won't regret it!"
And he glides to a table, bag of rings in hand. Silver rings for christmas. Maybe Tim took one too many hits from a demon?
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Dec. 11th, 2005 04:49 ambloodandnicotineSpike takes the steps three at a time, not because he's in a rush, but because why do anything slowly? Live for the thrill, that's it. And now that he knows that the lovely miss Summers is in the bar, he feels less compulsion to leave quickly.
But at the base of the stairs, he stops, glancing around the bar. What to do tonight? Do you have any ideas?
But at the base of the stairs, he stops, glancing around the bar. What to do tonight? Do you have any ideas?
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Dec. 11th, 2005 08:43 amshang-dragon.livejournal.comNeither rain nor sleet nor snow can keep Liam from his morning routine. It can, however, put him in one hell of a surly mood. So, when the big redhead walks in the door from the lake? Big ol' scowl on his face.
He stops by the bar long enough to grab some warm brandy and bread before heading to his table. Give him a minute or two to warm up, and he'll most likely be in a much better mood.
He stops by the bar long enough to grab some warm brandy and bread before heading to his table. Give him a minute or two to warm up, and he'll most likely be in a much better mood.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 09:05 amshaped-jeedai.livejournal.comTahiri hasn't been hanging out in the main part of the bar much lately. Most of her time is spent either outside running through lightsaber exercises or upstairs huddled under the thickest blanket she can find.
Any temperature less than about 85º F (or 30º C) just doesn't feel right to her (oh how she misses Tatooine), but it's not quite enough to drive her back to Ossus. Not when there's a vent crawler around to annoy.
But the robeskin socks aren't doing anything for her poor freezing toes. Finally, she walks downstairs to Bar and asks for something to keep them warm.
Her reward? A pair of slippers that look like wampa feet.
So now she sits in a booth with her usual hot chocolate and a hot breakfast, swinging her feet back and forth and sometimes grinning down at them as if wondering what her Yuuzhan Vong friends back home would think if they saw her wearing a plush animal's feet as if they were implants.
Any temperature less than about 85º F (or 30º C) just doesn't feel right to her (oh how she misses Tatooine), but it's not quite enough to drive her back to Ossus. Not when there's a vent crawler around to annoy.
But the robeskin socks aren't doing anything for her poor freezing toes. Finally, she walks downstairs to Bar and asks for something to keep them warm.
Her reward? A pair of slippers that look like wampa feet.
So now she sits in a booth with her usual hot chocolate and a hot breakfast, swinging her feet back and forth and sometimes grinning down at them as if wondering what her Yuuzhan Vong friends back home would think if they saw her wearing a plush animal's feet as if they were implants.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 09:35 amnita_callahanHere's someone who hasn't had an entrance in a while. Nita's stretched out on a couch by the fire, watching -- the fire, the rafters, the bar -- as a cup of tea cools on the floor next to her.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 09:41 amunderwater-owl.livejournal.comRandom of Amber:
Looking cheerful and flopped in a back booth.
He doesn't have scotch, it's too early for that. But he does have orange juice and a croissant. Not to mention various colours of paint all over him. Not hard to figure out what he's been doing recently.
[ooc: Mun's connection: FINALLY really stable again!]
Looking cheerful and flopped in a back booth.
He doesn't have scotch, it's too early for that. But he does have orange juice and a croissant. Not to mention various colours of paint all over him. Not hard to figure out what he's been doing recently.
[ooc: Mun's connection: FINALLY really stable again!]
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Dec. 11th, 2005 10:40 amunique-moments.livejournal.comShe comes like a stealth ninja in the night down the stairs.
Oh wait, nevermind. She's not very stealthy when wearing a bright pink jacket and fuzzy boots. And her hair in little poumpoms on her head. So really, she's bounding down the stairs none too gracefully and wanders over to the bar where she orders a cup of English Breakfast tea and a plate of waffles with strawberries on top.
Yum. Come and prod the Samantha!
Oh wait, nevermind. She's not very stealthy when wearing a bright pink jacket and fuzzy boots. And her hair in little poumpoms on her head. So really, she's bounding down the stairs none too gracefully and wanders over to the bar where she orders a cup of English Breakfast tea and a plate of waffles with strawberries on top.
Yum. Come and prod the Samantha!
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Dec. 11th, 2005 10:56 amieatcorkscrews.livejournal.comBecause the mun needs a cheerful pup today, there is an Anoia in the bar.
She was in a booth and very nearly blindingly bright. Her apron was sequined, varying shades of blue and silver and really made her look a little bit like the back of an Alhambra water delivery truck.
She still had snowflakes in her hair, though they were reflective and blue as well, if one looked closely enough, the light wasn't really reflecting off of her as much as it was coming from her. Goddess and all.
She still had a good-sized pile of ribbon-tied bundles on the table, and was almost at the point where she would simply chuck them at whoever passed by. Almost, but not quite.
She was in a booth and very nearly blindingly bright. Her apron was sequined, varying shades of blue and silver and really made her look a little bit like the back of an Alhambra water delivery truck.
She still had snowflakes in her hair, though they were reflective and blue as well, if one looked closely enough, the light wasn't really reflecting off of her as much as it was coming from her. Goddess and all.
She still had a good-sized pile of ribbon-tied bundles on the table, and was almost at the point where she would simply chuck them at whoever passed by. Almost, but not quite.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 11:29 amprince-arithon.livejournal.comArithon settles down in a booth with tea and a small salad. He leans back in the booth, pulls out a book, and begins to read.
This post establishes a member of security in the bar, for all your security needs.
This post establishes a member of security in the bar, for all your security needs.
The Crystal of Osiris: part 4
Dec. 11th, 2005 11:34 amhenry-jones-jr.livejournal.com[OOM. Cairo, Egypt 1937 - After a long flight, Indy and Lilly arrive in Cairo and rendezvous with Sallah to make further arrangements for their expedition south. Banter, honesty and sex toy education are respectively enjoyed, discredited and panicked over during a rooftop lunch with the whole El-Kahir family...]
E(RRA)NTRY!
Dec. 11th, 2005 11:50 amhttp://users.livejournal.com/_computer_wiz_/...she wasn't exactly expecting a bar.
It reminded her of that bar she'd entered at the Crossings that one time, though she knew it wasn't that one from the first glance. Despite being chiefly concerned with her survival and the alien creatures that were attempting to blast her into a crispy critter, she was pretty sure this was a different place.
For one thing, there were more humanoids.
That being said, she wasn't exactly concerned with that so much as why she was in a bar when she had something Very Important she was working on and limited time to work on it (being as there was school tomorrow). A turn of her head brought Spot into view, all legs out and more than a few eyes peering around curiously.
"Was this where we were supposed to be going?"
"No. These are not the coordinates we put in."
"I didn't think so. So, uh, where are we then?"
The computer was silent a moment to work on the answer before--
"Uh-oh."
She spins, picking up her computer with something between irritation and worry. Her voice is only a little shrill, though.
"'Uh-oh?' What's that supposed to mean?"
It reminded her of that bar she'd entered at the Crossings that one time, though she knew it wasn't that one from the first glance. Despite being chiefly concerned with her survival and the alien creatures that were attempting to blast her into a crispy critter, she was pretty sure this was a different place.
For one thing, there were more humanoids.
That being said, she wasn't exactly concerned with that so much as why she was in a bar when she had something Very Important she was working on and limited time to work on it (being as there was school tomorrow). A turn of her head brought Spot into view, all legs out and more than a few eyes peering around curiously.
"Was this where we were supposed to be going?"
"No. These are not the coordinates we put in."
"I didn't think so. So, uh, where are we then?"
The computer was silent a moment to work on the answer before--
"Uh-oh."
She spins, picking up her computer with something between irritation and worry. Her voice is only a little shrill, though.
"'Uh-oh?' What's that supposed to mean?"
Entrance Post
Dec. 11th, 2005 12:13 pmknight-sparhawk.livejournal.comThe Door bangs open, a gust of cold, wet wind slipping in. Through the door is visible a dark and stormy night. Lightning cracks across the view for a moment, and thunder rolls loudly as a traveler and his horse come into the bar. The traveler glances up as they enter.
*He is wrapped in a dark heavy traveler's cloak and rides a tall, shaggy roan horse with a long nose and flat, vicious eyes. The traveler is a big man, a bigness of large, heavy bone and ropey tendon rather than of flesh. His hair is coarse and black and at some time his nose has been broken. He rides easily, but with the particular alertness of the trained warrior.*
The big roan horse shuddered absently, shaking the rain out of his big shaggy coat, and his steel shod hooves came to a halt as they both stared at the tavern that had suddenly materialized as they came through the city gates.
The sudden burst of light and sound makes both horse and man flinch, and then the man looks around slowly, his eyes flat and his expression blank. He places a hand calmly on Faran's back and the action calms the horse, who still wickers softly as the two look around. As he moves, his cloak parts to reveal a heavy silver amulet hanging on a chain about his neck.
His coarse voice speaks only one word.
"Magic."
Faran tosses his head in agreement.
Sir Sparhawk, Pandion Knight, Champion of his kingdom, and extremely tired man, has arrived at Milliways.
(OOC: (*words inside asterisks paraphrased of a section directly from the first chapter of The Diamond Throne, Book One of The Elenium, by David Eddings.*))
*He is wrapped in a dark heavy traveler's cloak and rides a tall, shaggy roan horse with a long nose and flat, vicious eyes. The traveler is a big man, a bigness of large, heavy bone and ropey tendon rather than of flesh. His hair is coarse and black and at some time his nose has been broken. He rides easily, but with the particular alertness of the trained warrior.*
The big roan horse shuddered absently, shaking the rain out of his big shaggy coat, and his steel shod hooves came to a halt as they both stared at the tavern that had suddenly materialized as they came through the city gates.
The sudden burst of light and sound makes both horse and man flinch, and then the man looks around slowly, his eyes flat and his expression blank. He places a hand calmly on Faran's back and the action calms the horse, who still wickers softly as the two look around. As he moves, his cloak parts to reveal a heavy silver amulet hanging on a chain about his neck.
His coarse voice speaks only one word.
"Magic."
Faran tosses his head in agreement.
Sir Sparhawk, Pandion Knight, Champion of his kingdom, and extremely tired man, has arrived at Milliways.
(OOC: (*words inside asterisks paraphrased of a section directly from the first chapter of The Diamond Throne, Book One of The Elenium, by David Eddings.*))
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Dec. 11th, 2005 12:15 pmgone_byebyeRay meant to go home to sleep last night, for various reasons, but when Egon saw how pale and wobbly Ray was, he essentially pushed Ray right back into Milliways. It's not a good time of year to expect a full night's sleep and Ray's not recovered enough from the battle yet to make that worthwhile. Soon, but not just yet.
So the short version is that he comes down from upstairs instead of in from the front door. He's back to the cargoes- his leg's not hurting him any more- but the black T-shirt is still the loose, easy-fitting one, as his shoulder's a little cranky yet. Doesn't stop him from getting a decent bowl of oatmeal and a cup of hot chocolate that smells like it wants to leap out of the mug and set someone on fire, though.
Now to find somewhere to eat breakfast. There's a nice table over there. That'll do.
So the short version is that he comes down from upstairs instead of in from the front door. He's back to the cargoes- his leg's not hurting him any more- but the black T-shirt is still the loose, easy-fitting one, as his shoulder's a little cranky yet. Doesn't stop him from getting a decent bowl of oatmeal and a cup of hot chocolate that smells like it wants to leap out of the mug and set someone on fire, though.
Now to find somewhere to eat breakfast. There's a nice table over there. That'll do.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 12:25 pmthe_lioness*Alanna has been lurking about looking unsettled most of the morning. Training with Liam had helped a bit, but not much. Now she is lurking in a corner booth, with coffee, breakfast and the book Morgan left her.*
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Dec. 11th, 2005 01:04 pmblond-bubbles.livejournal.comAfter a night full of movies and Rocky Road ice cream, Bubbles is feeling in a particularly cheerful mood.
Digging into some Cheerios and bananas, she eats her late breakfast silently.
Come by and chat. Will talk to anyone.
Digging into some Cheerios and bananas, she eats her late breakfast silently.
Come by and chat. Will talk to anyone.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 01:44 pmagreathunter.livejournal.comJohn Locke is enjoying his usual course of hot dogs and a beer, again at the bar. Sometimes there's comfort in repetition. And in astonishingly unhealthy food.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 01:58 pmlast-human.livejournal.comDave heads downstairs, a cheery grin plastered on his early afternoon face, which doesn't fade as he sits at the Bar with curry, milkshake and a glossy magazine.
Hooray for Sundays.
Hooray for Sundays.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 02:09 pmbanished-to.livejournal.comImagine, if you will, being seven and a half feet tall.
Now imagine putting tiny embroidered swans on a pair of gloves meant for a slightly smaller than average human.
Hel would love a distraction. Or a drink. Or both.
...
She's Norse. Bring on the booze.
Now imagine putting tiny embroidered swans on a pair of gloves meant for a slightly smaller than average human.
Hel would love a distraction. Or a drink. Or both.
...
She's Norse. Bring on the booze.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 02:29 pmslayer_frayThere appears to be a Mel in the bar. Well, in the rafters, actually. Not that you'd see her unless you were looking really hard, because she's lying full length on the stomach, one hand swinging idly, watching the bar below.
No, she isn't avoiding anyone. Ok, she is, but she's worried as well.
No, she isn't avoiding anyone. Ok, she is, but she's worried as well.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 02:48 pmlive-to-feel.livejournal.comMary O'Brien is one very happy person, right now.
Despite having died two days ago, things are much better than they could be. The slight paranoia of fire will probably last forever, but everything else is good.
Why?
She's sitting on a couch, now, reading Thomas Gaddis' Birdman of Alcatraz, with a bowl of fruit by her side and a very young Bernese Mountain Dog in her lap.
Every now and then, she slips Ludwig (the dog) a grape.
Things are good.
Despite having died two days ago, things are much better than they could be. The slight paranoia of fire will probably last forever, but everything else is good.
Why?
She's sitting on a couch, now, reading Thomas Gaddis' Birdman of Alcatraz, with a bowl of fruit by her side and a very young Bernese Mountain Dog in her lap.
Every now and then, she slips Ludwig (the dog) a grape.
Things are good.
The Crystal of Osiris: part 5
Dec. 11th, 2005 02:53 pmhenry-jones-jr.livejournal.com[OOM. Cairo, Egypt 1937 - While they wait for Sallah to get the truck and supplies ready, Indy and Lilly take in the exotic and crowded street bazaars of Cairo. After souvenirs for Milliways friends have been haggled/charmed away from their sellers, the adventurers run into a spot of local trouble...]
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Dec. 11th, 2005 04:07 pmcaptain-emerald.livejournal.comRimmer's still looking for that damn book, he may or may not have actually been back to his room since last night. Though he seems to have lessened the search and is sitting at the table where he thinks he left it.
OOM: January 2009 - Therapy
Dec. 11th, 2005 04:20 pmagirllost[OOM: January 2009. After talking to her dad, Kim discusses the conversation with her therapist. She's starting to have problems with the future.]
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Dec. 11th, 2005 04:35 pmtheres-grey-now.livejournal.comSarah's outside, by the lake, freezing her butt off. She's practicing with the knife Parnasse gave her.
Stab, slash, back up. Footwork's important.
It feels so good to be doing something. Come talk from a safe distance away.
Stab, slash, back up. Footwork's important.
It feels so good to be doing something. Come talk from a safe distance away.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 04:47 pmballetrat*Meg's out back, in the pinkish evening light, wrapped in her rose-embroidered cloak; she's acquired mittens from the bar, too, although they are by this point entirely crusted in snow. Meg is making a snowman.
- well, at this stage it's more like an odd, lumpy snow-thing, but the intent is clearly there. Odds are it'll get better-looking as she goes on. Probably.*
- well, at this stage it's more like an odd, lumpy snow-thing, but the intent is clearly there. Odds are it'll get better-looking as she goes on. Probably.*
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Dec. 11th, 2005 05:03 pmbunny-cula.livejournal.comAs the mun wishes to worry for as few pups as possible for exam week, Bunnicula is hopping around the door at some point millitimed to after sunset. He eyes it carefully and his nose twitches. The door opens, he hops through, and it closes behind him with a soft click.
He'll be back.
He'll be back.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 05:05 pmnot-like-lilly.livejournal.com*Petunia enters the bar as usual and makes her way toward the kitchens for her evening shift*
obligatoryassLogan's in the Bar.
He's just arrived from Neptune, and cursing the shift from SoCal December to somewhere in Scotland December. As much as he likes the Bar, he really wishes it were 'located' in the tropics somewhere.
In the spirit of the season, he orders a gingerbread latte and finds a seat near the window, watching the light show. It's been one of those weeks that makes watching the universe end seem relaxing.
He's just arrived from Neptune, and cursing the shift from SoCal December to somewhere in Scotland December. As much as he likes the Bar, he really wishes it were 'located' in the tropics somewhere.
In the spirit of the season, he orders a gingerbread latte and finds a seat near the window, watching the light show. It's been one of those weeks that makes watching the universe end seem relaxing.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 05:08 pmkayip.livejournal.comBehrooz is at the piano, idly playing through scales.
He looks somewhat tired, but more unfocused, thinking about something else. The dream he'd had the previous night plays in the back of his mind, and after a moment, he stops playing scales and starts the notes he can remember dimly from the background.
It's rather unsettling, but he doesn't show this.
He looks somewhat tired, but more unfocused, thinking about something else. The dream he'd had the previous night plays in the back of his mind, and after a moment, he stops playing scales and starts the notes he can remember dimly from the background.
It's rather unsettling, but he doesn't show this.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 05:11 pmstuck-mynock.livejournal.comAtton's sprawled on the sofa, reading through a datapad. His bruises seem a lot better today - a night of sleep and, more importantly, heavy kolto-use will do that to you.
He does, however, also look irritable.
Come, irritate the not!Jedi! It's the best time for it, you know.
He does, however, also look irritable.
Come, irritate the not!Jedi! It's the best time for it, you know.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 06:21 pmbohemian-mark.livejournal.com[OOM: Mark is attacked. Rated R for violence and blatent racism, sexism and bigotry. The world's not a pretty place, folks.]
The door opens, and a chilling wind floats in the bar, followed by a bleeding Mark, who simply collapses on the floor in front of the door, cradling what used to be a camera in his arms. He looks around at where his is, and cracks a tiny smile. At least he's here. That has to count for something.
The door opens, and a chilling wind floats in the bar, followed by a bleeding Mark, who simply collapses on the floor in front of the door, cradling what used to be a camera in his arms. He looks around at where his is, and cracks a tiny smile. At least he's here. That has to count for something.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 06:30 pmauntie-di.livejournal.comIt's been a while.
But she's back!
That's right. Diana Hansen and her top hat are in the bar. With pie. Mmmm, pie.
But she's back!
That's right. Diana Hansen and her top hat are in the bar. With pie. Mmmm, pie.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 06:30 pmfaithful-slayer.livejournal.comSlayer inna bar, with Security badge, coffee, and very long machete.
Very. Long.
Serrated edge, too.
Come, er, admire it?
Very. Long.
Serrated edge, too.
Come, er, admire it?
Happy Hour
Dec. 11th, 2005 06:34 pmthe-woodpecker.livejournal.comThere is a Barman.
He is behind the Bar.
Serving drinks.
Also food.
"Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour! Specials are, for old times' sake, Apple Martini, apple tea, and apple pie for those of you with a sweet tooth."
He turns to the room after writing up the specials and grins, happy to be out of the house.
"What'll you have?"
He is behind the Bar.
Serving drinks.
Also food.
"Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour! Specials are, for old times' sake, Apple Martini, apple tea, and apple pie for those of you with a sweet tooth."
He turns to the room after writing up the specials and grins, happy to be out of the house.
"What'll you have?"
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Dec. 11th, 2005 07:04 pmunderwater-owl.livejournal.comGood morning Vietnam evening Milliways.
Random's in the bar.
Fretting idly, which manifest in a general amount of jittery, and the frayed cuff of paintstained jeans becoming considerably more frayed.
Random's in the bar.
Fretting idly, which manifest in a general amount of jittery, and the frayed cuff of paintstained jeans becoming considerably more frayed.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 07:20 pmshelley_winters[OOC: Some hours after this.]
It is hours after Asmodean left her that Shelley finally gets up the courage to return inside. The warmth her coat had given her had long seeped out into the icy air, and she feels near-frozen even as she steps into the warmth of the bar. The girl stares around near-frantically and shivering, ready to run, though what good that will do if one of the Forsaken is present.
It is hours after Asmodean left her that Shelley finally gets up the courage to return inside. The warmth her coat had given her had long seeped out into the icy air, and she feels near-frozen even as she steps into the warmth of the bar. The girl stares around near-frantically and shivering, ready to run, though what good that will do if one of the Forsaken is present.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 07:26 pmthatseemright2u.livejournal.comIt's cold outside, but space leather's good insulation.
Jubal Early's had a fine time investigating the lakeshore, the greenhouse, and the stables -- for some reason he hasn't been all that thrilled about entering the forest -- and now he's crouched in front of an evergreen bush, staring down a demon bunny.
Jubal Early's had a fine time investigating the lakeshore, the greenhouse, and the stables -- for some reason he hasn't been all that thrilled about entering the forest -- and now he's crouched in front of an evergreen bush, staring down a demon bunny.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 07:40 pmnamoNámo is seated on a sofa near the stairs, quietly reading in the dim light of his corner.
Occasionally, he glances up, scans the bar, and then returns to the pages of his book.
Occasionally, he glances up, scans the bar, and then returns to the pages of his book.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 07:51 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/Smeagol sits at a table, enjoying a bowl full of sweet potato pie and looking unusually cheerful.
It's probably the pie.
It's probably the pie.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 07:52 pmnot-ho-chunk.livejournal.comGray Jay is outside again, building his little house. There's no iron in evidence, now, only wood stacked and ready for the building.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 08:35 pmlorelai-rory.livejournal.comThere's a Rory in the bar, head bent over a notebook and some papers strewn out around her on Bar's counter.
A cup of coffee and an half-eaten slice of apple pie are there too, amongst the mess.
Feel free to bother as she really isn't doing anything that needs to be done in the next few months
A cup of coffee and an half-eaten slice of apple pie are there too, amongst the mess.
Feel free to bother as she really isn't doing anything that needs to be done in the next few months
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Dec. 11th, 2005 09:29 pmgorlim.livejournal.comThe in-Bar population of impulsively violent warrior-poets has just gone up by one.
This particular one is perched on a stool at the bar with beer.
Mmm, beer.
And a plate of shrimp.
Gorlim has never seen a shrimp before. He's doing his best to figure the things out, but he could use some help. He's more than happy to share. So come say hello and steal a crustacean!
[ooc: Mun apologizes in advance for slow tagging -- been at theatre all weekend, have patience with the brain.]
This particular one is perched on a stool at the bar with beer.
Mmm, beer.
And a plate of shrimp.
Gorlim has never seen a shrimp before. He's doing his best to figure the things out, but he could use some help. He's more than happy to share. So come say hello and steal a crustacean!
[ooc: Mun apologizes in advance for slow tagging -- been at theatre all weekend, have patience with the brain.]
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Dec. 11th, 2005 09:39 pmbadinlatinMal comes back into the bar after a time, through the door from the lakeside and moving straight to the bar, requesting a small gauze pad to stop the cut on his hand from bleeding too much more.
He figures it'll stop without stitches, but it hurts like a chùsheng xai-jiao de xiang huo. Cuts across palms do that, really.
[ooc: slowtime all threads. Wish me luck on final tomorrow!]
He figures it'll stop without stitches, but it hurts like a chùsheng xai-jiao de xiang huo. Cuts across palms do that, really.
[ooc: slowtime all threads. Wish me luck on final tomorrow!]
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Dec. 11th, 2005 09:45 pmgil-whimple.livejournal.comGil fossicks around in the kitchen, rats to hand, as he checks over the store cupboards to make sure he has everything he needs for the holiday period.
He's checking especially for kosher stuff since someone informed him that this year Hanukkah coincides with Christmas/
He's trying to concentrate. If you bother him he's likely to make you help.
He's checking especially for kosher stuff since someone informed him that this year Hanukkah coincides with Christmas/
He's trying to concentrate. If you bother him he's likely to make you help.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 09:46 pmgone_byebyeRay should be fully recovered from the battle in Andrew's LA in two or three days' time. He's still on the pale side and not looking as in-condition as he should, so he's been doing a lot of sitting and planning and talking and listening and recovering.
That kind of thing is enough to drive a guy bugnuts, so he's gone up to his room, retrieved his training drone, and is on his way to go practice for a while. Since he is not entirely mad, he's going to an empty room on the ground floor- the one he's going to rent from Bernard for Australian Indoor-Rules Quidditch.
That kind of thing is enough to drive a guy bugnuts, so he's gone up to his room, retrieved his training drone, and is on his way to go practice for a while. Since he is not entirely mad, he's going to an empty room on the ground floor- the one he's going to rent from Bernard for Australian Indoor-Rules Quidditch.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 09:52 pmwitchy-rebel.livejournal.comFor the first time in (months) a week, Morgan walks down the stairs and into the bar. A simple enough thing, one done many, many times, but something is a little different this time. Her walk is still the same, still graceful and nearly a dance…but now she’s not watching where she puts her feet. Though physically she hasn’t aged, the months and months in the Dreaming still put their stamp on her face and she looks a bit older, a bit calmer.
The girl is also nearly glowing, with health, with the life growing within her, and with the fact that her boyfriend said that he loved her.
All in all, today seems like a good day when Morgan walks over to the Bar to order some tea and breakfast. But along with the tea and bread and cheese a book appears, one with a pink-and-white cover. Looking at the book with a bemused expression on her face, once she’s finished her food she moves over to the couch by the fireplace to study the book in depth.
It’s a book on pregnancy, and as she reads the bemused look deepens and deepens until she starts reading the book upside.
Well, it makes just as much sense that way.
The girl is also nearly glowing, with health, with the life growing within her, and with the fact that her boyfriend said that he loved her.
All in all, today seems like a good day when Morgan walks over to the Bar to order some tea and breakfast. But along with the tea and bread and cheese a book appears, one with a pink-and-white cover. Looking at the book with a bemused expression on her face, once she’s finished her food she moves over to the couch by the fireplace to study the book in depth.
It’s a book on pregnancy, and as she reads the bemused look deepens and deepens until she starts reading the book upside.
Well, it makes just as much sense that way.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 10:11 pmspark-girl.livejournal.comAgatha walks down to the bar tonight, again dressed in the ripped clothing she wore when she entered Milliways last. She has only the pack she carried with her that time, her little clank safely tucked away inside. She heads to Bar and orders a last meal before heading out; she's not certain when she'll have a chance for a proper sit-down meal again, after all.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 10:15 pmweighted-wishes.livejournal.comThere's someone at the Bar. Perhaps breathtaking. Perhaps terrifying. Maybe even obscure, strange, titilating, young, ancient, deceased, impossible, ordinary. Perhaps, if you'd only take a moment to look, you'd know this person, or believe you did.
Come say hello to Wish my friends.
Come say hello to Wish my friends.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 10:36 pmstilljustandrew*There's the sound of sneakers coming down the stairway, and Andrew Wells steps slowly into the bar for the first time since his return from Los Angeles last week.*
*Time runs oddly here, and always has -- but for once he feels as though he really has slept for three days.*
*He looks around the room once, and heads for the bar to get something to eat.*
*Time runs oddly here, and always has -- but for once he feels as though he really has slept for three days.*
*He looks around the room once, and heads for the bar to get something to eat.*
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Dec. 11th, 2005 10:42 pmguppy_sandhuThere is a young, rather hung over man at the bar drinking a pineapple juice and reading a small article in the bottom of the Holby Gazette over and over again.
He is quite open to bothering.
He is quite open to bothering.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 10:43 pmprone-to-panic.livejournal.comArchie's in the bar. He's not grumpy, he just looks that way. Really.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 11:09 pmscapepigHow to get a large pig down the stairs safely take one.
One pig, wrapped in four pillows. It took some effort to tie them around himself, but he's managed.
Probably took him longer than it would have done to get down the stairs. But he's trying it out.
He takes a deep breath, tucks in his trotters and rolls down the stairs.
He reaches the bottom successfully, but then decides he's not entirely sure how to stop. The back of a booth answers his question for him, stopping him most successfully. He gets up, blinks and shakes the cushions off, looking rather stunned.
One pig, wrapped in four pillows. It took some effort to tie them around himself, but he's managed.
Probably took him longer than it would have done to get down the stairs. But he's trying it out.
He takes a deep breath, tucks in his trotters and rolls down the stairs.
He reaches the bottom successfully, but then decides he's not entirely sure how to stop. The back of a booth answers his question for him, stopping him most successfully. He gets up, blinks and shakes the cushions off, looking rather stunned.
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Dec. 11th, 2005 11:37 pmabs-denham.livejournal.comAbs comes slowly and stiffly down to the bar and gets dinner, then takes it to a quiet corner.
He would be happy to talk to anyone he is not actively avoiding.
He would be happy to talk to anyone he is not actively avoiding.
