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giftedthom.livejournal.com[OOM: Paul and Thom talk. Not a lot. They also "talk." The end.]
Dec. 28th, 2005
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Dec. 28th, 2005 12:20 amgiftedthom.livejournal.com*Thom sits in one of the booths, knee drawn up; he's got his chin on it.
He's nursing a red wine and looks decidedly petulant.*
He's nursing a red wine and looks decidedly petulant.*
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steadfastknightGifts have been left at the bar from:
Kitt, who bought for: Bonnie, Karr, Eddie, Ray, Svava & Archie, Nick, Laini, Michelle & Tony, Egon (in, and out of bar), Asar-Suti, Angel, and Trinity. (Michael's will be given personally.)
Bonnie, who bought for: Michael, Kitt, Ray, Tony & Michelle, Eddie, Svava, and Nick. (Karr's will be given personally.)
Eddie, who bought for: Ray, Bonnie, Kitt, Karr, Michael, Laini, and Windows 95. (John Sheppard's will be given personally.) ((This post is also a GIP, because... that needed to be shown off.))
Kitt, who bought for: Bonnie, Karr, Eddie, Ray, Svava & Archie, Nick, Laini, Michelle & Tony, Egon (in, and out of bar), Asar-Suti, Angel, and Trinity. (Michael's will be given personally.)
Bonnie, who bought for: Michael, Kitt, Ray, Tony & Michelle, Eddie, Svava, and Nick. (Karr's will be given personally.)
Eddie, who bought for: Ray, Bonnie, Kitt, Karr, Michael, Laini, and Windows 95. (John Sheppard's will be given personally.) ((This post is also a GIP, because... that needed to be shown off.))
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Dec. 28th, 2005 01:37 amothercaptjack( Who's that at the Door? Shall I go and see?
Yes! Yes! Open the door! Mummy, I need the bathroom... Yes, open it!*
Look, boys and girls! It's his Highness Price Charming!
Yaaaay! Hurr, he's wearing makeup! Hooray, Prince Charming! Yay!
Quickly! Whenever he comes in, we all have to shout 'Hail, your Royal Highness!' Do you think you can do that for me, boys and girls?
Yes! Yes! Okay, then! When's the interval, love? Yes! )
That is to say, Jack Harkness walks into the bar, inexplicably dressed in a ridiculously fake and OTT white sparkly costume, wearing some truly impressive rouge.
"...The hell?"
*Smalltext indicates those without radio mikes.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 03:42 amburning-evil.livejournal.comHe likes the vantage point by the observation window. It's good for...observing. The bar, not the destruction of the universe.
There's only so much of that he can do before he gets bored, of course. Relishes interaction, this man.
[OOC: As always, human pups and/or those likely to be influenced by Satan, better to ping on writetolive247 before tagging or anything could occur. If your pup is not likely to be affected or is more powerful, have at! :D]
There's only so much of that he can do before he gets bored, of course. Relishes interaction, this man.
[OOC: As always, human pups and/or those likely to be influenced by Satan, better to ping on writetolive247 before tagging or anything could occur. If your pup is not likely to be affected or is more powerful, have at! :D]
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Dec. 28th, 2005 03:46 amgorlim.livejournal.comGorlim is sitting by the observation window, his back to the bar, his eyes unfocused.
He seems to be collecting his own blood in a large glass from a cut in his arm which, in his defence, does look like it might have initially been caused by a cat.
[ooc: Locked to Ramon Salazar for now, please!]
He seems to be collecting his own blood in a large glass from a cut in his arm which, in his defence, does look like it might have initially been caused by a cat.
[ooc: Locked to Ramon Salazar for now, please!]
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Dec. 28th, 2005 08:38 ammagius-unlocked.livejournal.comMagius settles on a rock outside, his eyes not really seeing as he huddles in a large white coat and stares out over the lake's waters.
He has much to think over, and with all that has happened, he is in an odd mood. Without his magic, he feels lost and somewhat for a loss as to what to do, but at the same time, his lady essentially proposing to him has sent his mind and heart through the sky. Thus it is a strangely countenanced Magius who sits at the lakeside and just looks outward, while really looking inward.
He has much to think over, and with all that has happened, he is in an odd mood. Without his magic, he feels lost and somewhat for a loss as to what to do, but at the same time, his lady essentially proposing to him has sent his mind and heart through the sky. Thus it is a strangely countenanced Magius who sits at the lakeside and just looks outward, while really looking inward.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 09:31 amoldestcharmed1.livejournal.comPrue is sitting in a booth with a pen and paper. She looks very frustrated but isn't going to give up anytime soon.
There is no camera anywhere in sight as her hobby must take a back seat to helping an innocent. Come and poke at will.
There is no camera anywhere in sight as her hobby must take a back seat to helping an innocent. Come and poke at will.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 09:50 amlive-to-feel.livejournal.comMary O'Brien has found herself another newspaper.
This one is from 1993, and is describing some kind of elementary school evacuation in Manhattan.
Having taught elementary school -- or its rather limited equivalent -- and being unfamilliar with this 'asbestos' business, she's wrapped up in it.
And yet not against being interrupted.
[Mun is on hospital tour, and might vanish. But you will be answered! You know, whenever there's a connection.]
This one is from 1993, and is describing some kind of elementary school evacuation in Manhattan.
Having taught elementary school -- or its rather limited equivalent -- and being unfamilliar with this 'asbestos' business, she's wrapped up in it.
And yet not against being interrupted.
[Mun is on hospital tour, and might vanish. But you will be answered! You know, whenever there's a connection.]
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Dec. 28th, 2005 09:58 amlast_adam*There was a lunch on the plate, not that you'd know that from looking at it. Lunch is gone, cider's in hand, and Adam's one happy camper.*
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Dec. 28th, 2005 10:01 amprincejonathan.livejournal.comJon enters the bar, rolling his shoulders wearily. He loves Midwinter, but sometimes it seems like celebrating is more exhausting than everyday life. He looks around and sees a familiar face, smiles and heads over to him.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 10:30 am4letterfather.livejournal.comThis time it is not the door to his office that fails to open onto the hallway as it should, but the door from the necessary. Fortunately, the standard rest-room routine calls for proper arrangement of all one's garments and the conclusion of washing and drying one's hands prior to stepping out, so other than a brief glimpse of a white toilet in a black-tiled room with a frameless mirror and white sink there is really very little to see.
Well, other than the middle-aged man in the grey suit, anyway. And he's surveying the room before going to fetch himself a cup of tea, so there you are.
Well, other than the middle-aged man in the grey suit, anyway. And he's surveying the room before going to fetch himself a cup of tea, so there you are.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 10:45 amlvpd_sidleSara is fully absorbed by the book she is reading. She is wearing the necklace Elrond had given her.
Every so often, she glances towards the stairs, a preoccupied expression on her face. She hasn't seen the twins in a few days.
Every so often, she glances towards the stairs, a preoccupied expression on her face. She hasn't seen the twins in a few days.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 10:56 aminquisitiveheroHank comes in the Door and glances around the Bar, obviously looking for someone. When he doesn't see her, he heads to the Bar and settles on a stool, taking out his Rather Odd Looking Laptop.
He orders a coffee and then gets down to pulling up files and documents. The shimmering holographics show his old files as he slowly pages through them.
He orders a coffee and then gets down to pulling up files and documents. The shimmering holographics show his old files as he slowly pages through them.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 11:01 amsilverageflash.livejournal.comBarry sits at the Bar, reading the strange but interesting book Elrond of Rivendell gave him, a book that is composed essentially of true-life detective stories from Gondor and Rohan. Where there are men, it would seem, there are mysteries.
His focus is not entirely in the book, though, as he is looking for Guppy or Hank, hoping to find out more about the patient who had apparently been drained of life force. Yes, Barry could go to the infirmary and ask, but he preferred to stay outof their hair for now.
Come say hi.
[ooc: slowtime possible for budget work and Hanukkah giftbuying at lunch. yay to one of these.]
His focus is not entirely in the book, though, as he is looking for Guppy or Hank, hoping to find out more about the patient who had apparently been drained of life force. Yes, Barry could go to the infirmary and ask, but he preferred to stay outof their hair for now.
Come say hi.
[ooc: slowtime possible for budget work and Hanukkah giftbuying at lunch. yay to one of these.]
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Dec. 28th, 2005 11:53 amthe_lioness*Cheerfully oblivious to her King's presence inside the bar, Alanna is riding Mithros in the paddock. Every now and then, her eyes drift to the roof of the bar. Alanna has her hands full as Mithros is in a playful mood, but she'd stop to talk.*
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Dec. 28th, 2005 12:33 pmnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comThere's an Ace, in the bar, happily busy annotating a book on her favorite topic for her own use. She had started with a full pack of post-it notes, looks like she'll need to get more if she keeps it up. Despite her facination for all things explosive, she won't bite if you come to talk.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 12:40 pmgravity_shifterSikozu is on the ceiling today. It's quiet and she can can see things better. The perspective is wider.
But mostly, it's because she likes it. So there.
But mostly, it's because she likes it. So there.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 12:50 pmthisfatefulhourThe door opens, and there's a brief glimpse of a dorm hallway outside. Charles enters, pulling off a scarf.
When he notices that this is not, in fact, his room, he brightens and heads for a table, where he starts rummaging in his bag and eventually pulls out a wrapped package.
Yes, he's late.
When he notices that this is not, in fact, his room, he brightens and heads for a table, where he starts rummaging in his bag and eventually pulls out a wrapped package.
Yes, he's late.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 01:33 pmieatcorkscrews.livejournal.comAnoia had figured out, with a bit of poking and a bit of twisting and just a little bit of sticking, how to make the powerful box of curses all stick to the silver corkscrew pendant she'd been given for christmas.
She was considerably brighter, almost glowing really, her hair braided up and looped around the top of her head, dotted here and there with confetti, her apron was much the same, and even despite the braid her hair was still attempting to spring free and curl.
She had enough energy to keep her going for a good long while, and was quite likely handing out drawer-sticking impliments willy-nilly, go talk to her, you'll probably get a zesting wrench, or a musical potato peeler, or a pair of sporkpliers, or at the very least a cookie.
(lunchtime, 'bout fifteen minutes solid, then patchy at least until I get home, if patchy and/or slowtime is good for you, g'head and tag ^^ )
She was considerably brighter, almost glowing really, her hair braided up and looped around the top of her head, dotted here and there with confetti, her apron was much the same, and even despite the braid her hair was still attempting to spring free and curl.
She had enough energy to keep her going for a good long while, and was quite likely handing out drawer-sticking impliments willy-nilly, go talk to her, you'll probably get a zesting wrench, or a musical potato peeler, or a pair of sporkpliers, or at the very least a cookie.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 01:37 pmbloodyrockgodCharlie is at the piano, writing a bit as he plays. Much yay.
He also has tea. Tea is for great yay.
He also has tea. Tea is for great yay.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 02:01 pmbohemian-mark.livejournal.com[OOM: Tango: Maureen (Reprise) In which Mark is perhaps too much reminded of the past. Rated G for gratuitous song parody ]
The front door opens, and a filmmaker comes into the bar, with a rather thoughtful look on his face. He might need a distraction. Plopping down at a table, he pulls a notebook out of his bag and starts writing.
The front door opens, and a filmmaker comes into the bar, with a rather thoughtful look on his face. He might need a distraction. Plopping down at a table, he pulls a notebook out of his bag and starts writing.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 02:31 pmfellowship-of-7.livejournal.comOnce again the Fellowship Sorcerer attains the bar. He collecs tea and a light meal from the Bar with a gentle pat and the soft clink of pure gold on wood before making his way to a table in order to wait.
Not that he is expecting the object of his wait to arrive yet, but it could happen.
Not that he is expecting the object of his wait to arrive yet, but it could happen.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 02:52 pmsto-helit.livejournal.comDaughter of the late Duchess of Sto Helit, in the Bar, looking bemused and out of place. This isn't, for anybody who knows her well, a normal look for Susan.
Have at.
Have at.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 03:12 pmdeserved_itTwang-and-zipp.
The chores are done for the moment in the stable, and Eustace has some time to himself to practice with his Christmas present.
Twang-and-zipp.
He's appropriated a few bales of hay from the stable for a target, and is currently filling them with arrows. His aim is good, but it's been better.
The chores are done for the moment in the stable, and Eustace has some time to himself to practice with his Christmas present.
Twang-and-zipp.
He's appropriated a few bales of hay from the stable for a target, and is currently filling them with arrows. His aim is good, but it's been better.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 03:26 pmhero-jack.livejournal.comJack Shepherd walks down to the bar, followed by Kate Austen. She hands him his gun, and he sticks it in his waistband, knowing once he gets back he might need it.
Kate rubs her neck, as she watches Jack write notes to a few people. She knows that she'll end up locked in a closet, and seperated from Jack again. And what worries them the most, is that they don't know how it will all end.
Jack scratches his neck and says to Bar, "Give this one to Charlie Pace...and the other to Aeryn Sun please."
Bar absorbs them and Jack turns, his hand at Kate's back as they walk out the door. Wish them luck on not getting killed or something.
( Note for Charlie )
( Note to Aeryn )
Kate rubs her neck, as she watches Jack write notes to a few people. She knows that she'll end up locked in a closet, and seperated from Jack again. And what worries them the most, is that they don't know how it will all end.
Jack scratches his neck and says to Bar, "Give this one to Charlie Pace...and the other to Aeryn Sun please."
Bar absorbs them and Jack turns, his hand at Kate's back as they walk out the door. Wish them luck on not getting killed or something.
( Note for Charlie )
( Note to Aeryn )
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Dec. 28th, 2005 03:32 pmwolfskincoat.livejournal.com"It's fucking freezing out there."
The temperature from wherever it is the girl steps in from had apparantly not stopped her from wearing a short black dress with a hem above the line of her gray wolf-coat. Nor has it persuaded her to wear a hat or anything thicker than black satin gloves, which she now removes.
High black heels clipping sharply on the bar floor, she hurries over to the bar, blowing urgently on her hands.
"How about a hot buttered rum, babe?"
Suuplied with her drink she swivells on her stool to regard the bar.
The temperature from wherever it is the girl steps in from had apparantly not stopped her from wearing a short black dress with a hem above the line of her gray wolf-coat. Nor has it persuaded her to wear a hat or anything thicker than black satin gloves, which she now removes.
High black heels clipping sharply on the bar floor, she hurries over to the bar, blowing urgently on her hands.
"How about a hot buttered rum, babe?"
Suuplied with her drink she swivells on her stool to regard the bar.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 03:49 pmlast-human.livejournal.comA few days ago, Dave left a present for Rimmer with the Bar: a set of wooden replicas depicting Napoleon Bonaparte's Armie du Noir. Not the complete set, you understand: just a few figures. To replace... well, you know.
Now he's sitting in a booth, botos up on the table, eating curry with the hand that's not holding his own present - a new comic - open against his skirt-clad thighs.
This panto thing had better wear off soon.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 04:24 pmguppy_sandhuThere is a Guppy, sitting near the fire with a large pile of books. He is eating lunch and glancing up now and again in search of certain patrons, namely Tim, Nita, Eska, Raven, Asar-Suti or Svava if any of them should wander by.
He curses under his breath as he drips pasta sauce on the current book and tries to wipe it off on the back of his tie.
He curses under his breath as he drips pasta sauce on the current book and tries to wipe it off on the back of his tie.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 05:02 pmkitchen_maidCome interrupt her, say hello, steal a muffin, whatever.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 05:59 pmmacleod_connorSo, once upon a time there was this old guy who spent time in a bar at the end of the universe. He went by the name of MacLeod. Connor MacLeod. And one night, he was thirsty, so he made his way downstairs into the bar proper in order to get himself a drink.
He gets his drink and sees someone interesting and decides to go talk to her.
He gets his drink and sees someone interesting and decides to go talk to her.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 06:07 pmnot-ho-chunk.livejournal.comGray Jay is out in his hut by the lake.
He has applemash and something that's mostly tobacco, should any visitors happen to come by.
He has applemash and something that's mostly tobacco, should any visitors happen to come by.
OOC: IMPORTANT MOD POST
Dec. 28th, 2005 06:10 pma-fell.livejournal.com[OOC: There is a mod post in the back room that we'd really appreciate you reading. It's important. Thanks.]
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Dec. 28th, 2005 06:37 pmnamoThere is a Vala in the bar.
He is sipping tea and looking moodily into the hearth from his perch on the back of a chair.
[OOC: Sex discussion below this. Beware! ^^]
He is sipping tea and looking moodily into the hearth from his perch on the back of a chair.
[OOC: Sex discussion below this. Beware! ^^]
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Dec. 28th, 2005 06:52 pmmadetomend.livejournal.comSally's sitting, waiting, watching. She had been downstairs for a small while a few days ago, people watching, as usual. She didn't quite understand what was going on, with all the things being given. So she'll just watch, wait, and perhaps someone will re-enact the mass bartering and she'll be able to ask.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 07:00 pmgoodbyesandusky.livejournal.comClive bounded down the stairs, patchwork bag over one shoulder, top hat firmly in place. He was, thanks to a certain Welsh princess, in a much better mood than he had been in... well, since he'd found out that he probably wasn't dead.
He was wearing the red velvet coat, and his boots, and fishnets all full of holes, the bodice and the collar had made a re-appearance as well, along with the copious amounts of eyeliner, he'd even re-painted his nails, with the black chrome polish that Bar had given him one of his first few days in.
He grinned when he saw someone he'd been looking for, heading over to join her
Feel free to catch him before he gets there of course, or after he gets back, whichever works, Millitime is much teh bendy.
(argh, must call slowtime, probably be about an hour and a half, mum's called 'movie time' which means we all sit and watch, not that I mind, s'Polar Express, haven't seen it yet *shrug* Bb after back ^_^)
He was wearing the red velvet coat, and his boots, and fishnets all full of holes, the bodice and the collar had made a re-appearance as well, along with the copious amounts of eyeliner, he'd even re-painted his nails, with the black chrome polish that Bar had given him one of his first few days in.
He grinned when he saw someone he'd been looking for, heading over to join her
Feel free to catch him before he gets there of course, or after he gets back, whichever works, Millitime is much teh bendy.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 07:04 pmshang-dragon.livejournal.comLiam is at his table enjoying a cider and wearing both of his new Christmas presents from Goldy. He especially likes the cargo pants; lots of useful pockets make Liam happy. Apparently, things have been ironed out between him and Goldy over her missing last Thursday's practice; though, to be fair, she's still his most reliable student.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 07:12 pmcywyllogCywyllog has finally remembered her cloak that was left outside a few nights ago. She's actually surprised it's still there, just out by the lake where she left it. She's also surprised she remembers where it was, as drunk as she was at the time.
Still, there it is and she collects it, before walking back to the warmth and the bar. Feel free to stop her outside or in.
Still, there it is and she collects it, before walking back to the warmth and the bar. Feel free to stop her outside or in.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 07:13 pmharvard_bountyBecause fate apparently has a sense of humor (and because his mun hasn't played him for ages), there's a cowboy out near the stables, leading a large chestnut horse.
If at first glance he appears to be arguing with the animal, that's probably because he is.
If at first glance he appears to be arguing with the animal, that's probably because he is.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 07:30 pmways-lust.livejournal.comLust walks in the bar and looks around. She smiles, seeing a person or two she knows and she proceeds to the counter to pick up a glass of wine.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 07:38 pmiwantmybook.livejournal.com'Ash' appears yet again in the bar. He scowls in confusion. "What the hell? I blink and everything changes all the time?" He looks around, curiously.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 08:01 pmsaint-aequitas.livejournal.comWell, here's someone we haven't seen in the bar for a while.
Probably has something to do with that faint rasp in his breathing.
Murphy, in a chair by the fire, sleeping.
Probably has something to do with that faint rasp in his breathing.
Murphy, in a chair by the fire, sleeping.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 08:44 pmb-a-summers.livejournal.comOkay, so it's been a while. Missing Thanksgiving meant Christmas was coming up soon. And that wasn't something she wanted to deal with without Dawn. So, hiding. Not exactly unlike a Slayer to hide. Really.
Well, after the year Buffy's just had, you'd be hiding too.
But it's still the festive season. Christmas is gone, though, so she ventures downstairs. Quietly.
Well, after the year Buffy's just had, you'd be hiding too.
But it's still the festive season. Christmas is gone, though, so she ventures downstairs. Quietly.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 08:54 pmgone_byebyeRay slides into the Bar from upstairs in the Firehouse- hooray for poles!- and strides over to the Message Board. There he pins up the following notice:
AUSTRALIAN INDOOR RULES QUIDDITCH
GAMES TO BEGIN NEXT WEEK
IF YOU SIGNED UP THIS PAST YEAR, NOW'S YOUR CHANCE
WE'VE GOT T-SHIRTS
WE'VE GOT GOGGLES
WE'VE GOT A ROOM TO PLAY IN
( The contact info is as follows: )
Having said his piece, he nods once and heads for the Bar to get dinner.
OOC Translation: would like to actually attempt this at some point next week; ping me with tiems and time zones and stuff and we'll see what mayhem we can arrange!
AUSTRALIAN INDOOR RULES QUIDDITCH
GAMES TO BEGIN NEXT WEEK
IF YOU SIGNED UP THIS PAST YEAR, NOW'S YOUR CHANCE
WE'VE GOT T-SHIRTS
WE'VE GOT GOGGLES
WE'VE GOT A ROOM TO PLAY IN
( The contact info is as follows: )
Having said his piece, he nods once and heads for the Bar to get dinner.
OOC Translation: would like to actually attempt this at some point next week; ping me with tiems and time zones and stuff and we'll see what mayhem we can arrange!
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Dec. 28th, 2005 08:58 pmarmoralchemy.livejournal.comAl is in the corner, his eyes dim and his posture slumped. This is as close as he ever gets to sleeping, but it's closer to meditation, a lowered state of consciousness that he's perfected after years of nights alone with his thoughts.
But he is awake, and would welcome conversation, or even confused bystanders. After all, bar decor doesn't usually include suits of armor.
But he is awake, and would welcome conversation, or even confused bystanders. After all, bar decor doesn't usually include suits of armor.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 09:00 pmgrimy-brian.livejournal.comTHE BAAAAAAR IS ALIIIIIIIIIVE WITH THE SOUND OF BRIIIIIIIANNNNNNNNNN...
"AAAAARGH-EEEE ARGHY AAAAAAAAARGH, EEE AAAAAAARGHY-AAAAAAAAARGH!"
Brian has been watching Tarzan.
Milliways, beware.
It's okay. Just now he's under a table, making soft hooting noises. Don't mind him.
"AAAAARGH-EEEE ARGHY AAAAAAAAARGH, EEE AAAAAAARGHY-AAAAAAAAARGH!"
Brian has been watching Tarzan.
Milliways, beware.
It's okay. Just now he's under a table, making soft hooting noises. Don't mind him.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 09:01 pmsinglesoledjest.livejournal.comMercutio is cooler than you, and you, and you. In fact, he's cooler than all of you. AHAHAHA!
He doesn't look awe-inspiringly cool at the moment, though. In fact, he looks kind of amusing. He's on the rug in front of the fire, curled right around with his head on his arm, still reading the Italian guidebook, sounding out the words as he goes, with a contemplative frown.
He'll squeak if you poke him.
[ooc: i have three essays to write tonight. so this entrance post is going to be live for... a very long while.]
He doesn't look awe-inspiringly cool at the moment, though. In fact, he looks kind of amusing. He's on the rug in front of the fire, curled right around with his head on his arm, still reading the Italian guidebook, sounding out the words as he goes, with a contemplative frown.
He'll squeak if you poke him.
[ooc: i have three essays to write tonight. so this entrance post is going to be live for... a very long while.]
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Dec. 28th, 2005 09:01 pmscapepigOut by the lake there is a large pig, breaking the ice off and repeatedly sticking his head and upper body into the water.
There is reason for this seeming madness.
Fancy finding out what it is?
There is reason for this seeming madness.
Fancy finding out what it is?
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Dec. 28th, 2005 09:04 pmriver_meimeiRiver has Christmas presents! Well. New Year's presents, for her; in her 'verse, they've been combined to make one big secular holiday at the end of January. (It's that whole time thing again.)
At any rate, she's sitting crosslegged and sideways on one of the couches, resting her elbows on the cushion next to her. There's a black and highly sparkly shawl (from Ingress and family) draped over her shoulders, a purple beret with very colorful pompoms on the table next to her (from Mal), and a small bone charm resting in one palm. She's examining it closely, with a small smile.
At any rate, she's sitting crosslegged and sideways on one of the couches, resting her elbows on the cushion next to her. There's a black and highly sparkly shawl (from Ingress and family) draped over her shoulders, a purple beret with very colorful pompoms on the table next to her (from Mal), and a small bone charm resting in one palm. She's examining it closely, with a small smile.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 09:13 pmjaded-jedi.livejournal.comMara Jade-Skywalker is in the bar, a small box filled with datapads beside her. She's tapping her stylus irriatatingly as she goes over (once again) files of students, for their final grades of the semester.
She looks kind of irriated, and at the very least, uncomfortable. But not angry right now. So now is a good time to talk!
She looks kind of irriated, and at the very least, uncomfortable. But not angry right now. So now is a good time to talk!
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Dec. 28th, 2005 09:19 pmno-devo-quotes.livejournal.comDoor opens, pregnant vampire hunter enters.
After a brief moment of defensive posture, she relaxes.
"Back here, huh?"
She checks the door- not locked.
And then, smiling, heads toward the fireplace.
After a brief moment of defensive posture, she relaxes.
"Back here, huh?"
She checks the door- not locked.
And then, smiling, heads toward the fireplace.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 09:46 pmfathers-cleric.livejournal.comThere's a Preston sitting in the corner.
He hasn't really moved, taking advantage of the fact that time freezes in his own universe while he's here.
He looks like he's seen a ghost, or very least seen someone he definately did not want to see.
He's got one of his sidearms out (sans bullets of course) and he's turning it over and over again in his hands before he re-holsters it and stares blankly into space. there's a stack of books next to him along with a rather loud hawaiian shirt and some DvDs with player.
each time he looks at them he smiles.
Each time he looks at the bar his face darkens.
It's nothing really.
Right?
He hasn't really moved, taking advantage of the fact that time freezes in his own universe while he's here.
He looks like he's seen a ghost, or very least seen someone he definately did not want to see.
He's got one of his sidearms out (sans bullets of course) and he's turning it over and over again in his hands before he re-holsters it and stares blankly into space. there's a stack of books next to him along with a rather loud hawaiian shirt and some DvDs with player.
each time he looks at them he smiles.
Each time he looks at the bar his face darkens.
It's nothing really.
Right?
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Dec. 28th, 2005 10:16 pmloyaltyinmotion.livejournal.comJason steps into the Bar, glancing around a bit as he moves towards a seat.
He's only slightly stiff from getting shot, but it's barely noticeable. He gets a cup of coffee and some stew and sits, staring out over the Bar.
Care to find out how the little jail...wolf is doing?
He's only slightly stiff from getting shot, but it's barely noticeable. He gets a cup of coffee and some stew and sits, staring out over the Bar.
Care to find out how the little jail...wolf is doing?
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Dec. 28th, 2005 10:26 pmmaster-cat.livejournal.comThe front door to Milliways opens, revealing a grand hall. A figure quickly slips in, then double-takes as he becomes aware of his surroundings.
". . ."
His ears flatten back slightly, his tail twitches, and he looks back to the still-open door. A voice can be heard in the background.
"P-Perrault? They're asking me more questions . . . "
Well. Whatever this place is, it can't be that bad. Perrault closes the door firmly, straightens his lapels, then turns to the main bar.
". . ."
Nope, still weird. Those nearby might pick up some muttering, though.
"Let's just hope it isn't some rogue magician at work . . ."
". . ."
His ears flatten back slightly, his tail twitches, and he looks back to the still-open door. A voice can be heard in the background.
"P-Perrault? They're asking me more questions . . . "
Well. Whatever this place is, it can't be that bad. Perrault closes the door firmly, straightens his lapels, then turns to the main bar.
". . ."
Nope, still weird. Those nearby might pick up some muttering, though.
"Let's just hope it isn't some rogue magician at work . . ."
Seeing Doctor Zhivago
Dec. 28th, 2005 10:29 pmsteak-man.livejournal.comEveryone makes stupid mistakes - those in Milliways, it sometimes seems, doubly so.
It's easily possible that the leather-clad guy sweating, talking to himself and massively chainsmoking made a stupid mistake. He's also squatting upon one of the booth's tables rather than actually sitting in the booth. Maybe he's hoping nobody will notice.
Cypher's down to his last match, the Zippo's out of fluid, and he's making impromptu sculptures out of cigarette butts and salt and pepper shakers.
It's easily possible that the leather-clad guy sweating, talking to himself and massively chainsmoking made a stupid mistake. He's also squatting upon one of the booth's tables rather than actually sitting in the booth. Maybe he's hoping nobody will notice.
Cypher's down to his last match, the Zippo's out of fluid, and he's making impromptu sculptures out of cigarette butts and salt and pepper shakers.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 10:29 pmdragonofgrey.livejournal.comSee Draco in the bar.
Brood, Draco, brood.
See Draco reading.
Read, Draco, read.
See the mun suck with lack of originality in entrance post.
Suck, Mun, suck.
Brood, Draco, brood.
See Draco reading.
Read, Draco, read.
See the mun suck with lack of originality in entrance post.
Suck, Mun, suck.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 10:30 pmkindred_spiritGilbert Blythe comes into the bar, looking rather surprised. He's almost used to the door to the school house actually bringing him here, but the door to the barn has always opened onto the, well, the barn.
It's only one letter off, though, so perhaps he's the victim of a typo.
At any rate, Gil is in the bar, and, aside from the surprise, looks to be in a pretty good mood.
Come talk to the boy.
It's only one letter off, though, so perhaps he's the victim of a typo.
At any rate, Gil is in the bar, and, aside from the surprise, looks to be in a pretty good mood.
Come talk to the boy.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 10:52 pmstreet-sparrow.livejournal.comGavroche is out in the stables after talking to Mary, getting to know his new pony - a gift from Kitty.
His name is Pistolet. Come visit!
His name is Pistolet. Come visit!
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Dec. 28th, 2005 10:54 pmjonathanparagon.livejournal.comJonathan's by the Bar, with coffee.
Catch him now, before he goes home for plot.
Catch him now, before he goes home for plot.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 11:02 pmmogget_cat*Yrael is happily and lazily stretched out on the couch in front of the fire, listening to one of the CDs of traditional Japanese music he got for Christmas.*
*Pet the lazy not'cat.*
*Pet the lazy not'cat.*
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Dec. 28th, 2005 11:02 pmgiftedthom.livejournal.com*Same bat bar.
Thom looks vaguely pensive. He's also vaguely drinking.*
Thom looks vaguely pensive. He's also vaguely drinking.*
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Dec. 28th, 2005 11:03 pmdevils-dandy.livejournal.comDandy sprawled on a sofa, relaxing. Doesn't he look comfortable? -And friendly.
It is probably an act, but there is a purpose.
Poke freely.
It is probably an act, but there is a purpose.
Poke freely.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 11:03 pmgorlim.livejournal.comGorlim is not in the bar.
Gorlim is OUTSIDE the bar, thankyouverymuch.
Gorlim is in a tree. Wearing the antler hooded cloak.
Thinking.
And waiting for the other shoe to fall.
It's coming. You can kind of hear that whistling noise like in movies of a thing falling really fast.
Aimed more or less directly towards his head.
Gorlim is OUTSIDE the bar, thankyouverymuch.
Gorlim is in a tree. Wearing the antler hooded cloak.
Thinking.
And waiting for the other shoe to fall.
It's coming. You can kind of hear that whistling noise like in movies of a thing falling really fast.
Aimed more or less directly towards his head.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 11:14 pmlatino_menaceRamon is slumped in a booth, head resting in one hand, staring at nothing and looking as though he's just been run over by a truck. Which, in a metaphorical sense, he has.
Come poke. He's too out of it to be nasty to anyone and that means a rare chance to see him be nice.
Come poke. He's too out of it to be nasty to anyone and that means a rare chance to see him be nice.
An albino walks down...
Dec. 28th, 2005 11:15 pmultimatetourist.livejournal.comBey walks down to the bar. He hasn't been taking his tannin lately, it seems, as his skin is pasty white. He orders a drink from the bar, takes a sip, and makes a face, then shrugs, accepting that he's getting this for a while.
He looks like he could usean exit out someone to talk to.
He looks like he could use
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Dec. 28th, 2005 11:16 pmlast-and-first.livejournal.comThere's a sweet red haired goddess in the bar sitting in front of the fire.
No, not in a chair, or on a sofa. There, on the floor, right next to the fireplace.
She likes the spot. It is comfortable, and like being at home, without the bickering.
No, not in a chair, or on a sofa. There, on the floor, right next to the fireplace.
She likes the spot. It is comfortable, and like being at home, without the bickering.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 11:36 pmwhite_flowersShe's been gone some days. Oh, not far, for where is there for her to go beyond here?
That may be part of why she is not smiling at all when she comes in through the lake door. Still, by the time she settles at a corner table, her warm smile has returned and is very bright indeed.
A cup of tea is nearby, and a bouquet of Yorkshire flowers lies on the table with a carefully-made bracelet wrapped delicately around it. She is turning a silver ring thoughtfully over in her hand.
It would seem that Blodwen Rowlands appreciates her Christmas gifts very much.
That may be part of why she is not smiling at all when she comes in through the lake door. Still, by the time she settles at a corner table, her warm smile has returned and is very bright indeed.
A cup of tea is nearby, and a bouquet of Yorkshire flowers lies on the table with a carefully-made bracelet wrapped delicately around it. She is turning a silver ring thoughtfully over in her hand.
It would seem that Blodwen Rowlands appreciates her Christmas gifts very much.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 11:42 pmihlini-witch.livejournal.comThere was a young woman with grey hair in one of the booths, drinking tea from a small cup with little blue flowers on, eating small brown cookies, and reading a book about fanaticsim in religion that the bar gave her.
Ginevra was taking one of her breaks from real life as a mother and queen.
However, that didn't save her from general queenliness and temper. She bit into a cookie, looked at it strangely, and then rose and wandered over to the bar. "Excuse me?" she called out, a certain sharpness in her voice.
Ginevra was taking one of her breaks from real life as a mother and queen.
However, that didn't save her from general queenliness and temper. She bit into a cookie, looked at it strangely, and then rose and wandered over to the bar. "Excuse me?" she called out, a certain sharpness in her voice.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 11:50 pmsong_tra_bongMary Anne's not in her booth for once. She's curled up on one of the couches.
(can't take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid)
She didn't sleep last night and she's not sleeping now. She's staring rather vacantly, eyes unfocused. Every now and then, she shudders, as if at a thought she can't shake.
(sit back, relax; sit back, relapse again)
She probably could use some company; she's just not in much condition to seek it out.
(can't take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid)
She didn't sleep last night and she's not sleeping now. She's staring rather vacantly, eyes unfocused. Every now and then, she shudders, as if at a thought she can't shake.
(sit back, relax; sit back, relapse again)
She probably could use some company; she's just not in much condition to seek it out.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 11:51 pmgonna_liveKaylee's in the bar, with a beer, and a big fat book, and headphones. Singing to herself.
"...sail the ship...chop the sea...skip the rope...look at me..."
"...sail the ship...chop the sea...skip the rope...look at me..."
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Dec. 28th, 2005 11:59 pmthe-woodpecker.livejournal.com[ooc: Millitimed to December 26. Dora's birthday.]
