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Jan. 5th, 2006 12:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_seafarer[OOC: After Caspian's disenchantment, he retires not to the House, but to the staff quarters. Open for tags.]
Jan. 5th, 2006
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Jan. 5th, 2006 12:38 aminquisitiveheroAfter this,and millitimed to earlier today, and then earlier tonight.
Hank rises from the seat he was in, blinking... and then glances around, then down at the tape he is clutching. He shakes his head and heads up stairs.
***
Several hours later, he is back in the bar and he is shaking his head, still wondering,. The tape is now in his room and secure and he has watched it but only sees static now.
He eyes the Infirmary but changes his mind.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow, he will visit Alessa again.
Now, he glances around and smiles as he sees a stranger. He rises with coffee and grins. Distraction ahoy. He moves forward.
Hank rises from the seat he was in, blinking... and then glances around, then down at the tape he is clutching. He shakes his head and heads up stairs.
***
Several hours later, he is back in the bar and he is shaking his head, still wondering,. The tape is now in his room and secure and he has watched it but only sees static now.
He eyes the Infirmary but changes his mind.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow, he will visit Alessa again.
Now, he glances around and smiles as he sees a stranger. He rises with coffee and grins. Distraction ahoy. He moves forward.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 12:53 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
logos-bearer.livejournal.comNiobe is sitting at the bar with a stout in hand. She looks tense but no worse for wear.
There's still a helluva lot she doesn't understand about this place and the paranoia is beginning to grate.
There's still a helluva lot she doesn't understand about this place and the paranoia is beginning to grate.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 12:57 aminquisitiveheroIt's been a long day for Hank, with all kinds of weirdness. But he survived it and met a new friend and maybe just maybe helped someone.
And now, He settles at a chair near the fire, his guitar out the one made for him by the Lady Muse and he settles in to play, quietly, but with a sheer joy.
And now, He settles at a chair near the fire, his guitar out the one made for him by the Lady Muse and he settles in to play, quietly, but with a sheer joy.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 01:28 amfiendsoncue.livejournal.comAt the bar, at whichever time she should happen to pass it, there will appear a rose with a note attached for Blodwen Rowlands.
Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!
The rose is near unnaturally pale. The Ghost appreciates the value of being thematic. So it is an almost translucently bluish-white flower supported by a near-black stem that appears for her, sharp thorns hooked cruelly. The note, in blood-red ink, is attached with silky black ribbon, and addressed to the White Rider.
( Mrs Blodwen Rowlands, )
Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!
The rose is near unnaturally pale. The Ghost appreciates the value of being thematic. So it is an almost translucently bluish-white flower supported by a near-black stem that appears for her, sharp thorns hooked cruelly. The note, in blood-red ink, is attached with silky black ribbon, and addressed to the White Rider.
( Mrs Blodwen Rowlands, )
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Jan. 5th, 2006 01:54 amweighted-wishes.livejournal.com[OOM: Innocence]
The door opens and an eight year old walks in. Not the cleanest eight year old, no, her bedraggled hair is tucked under a faded kerchief and her jeans have seen better and cleaner days. She's far too thin for anyone's comfort, and the split lip and bruised eye don't add to her physical charms, oh no. But they are passing things.
She's carrying a small box in her hands, giving it the same wonder and care one would the Ark of the Convenant, or perhaps a rare and precious jewel, but it's far more mundane. Half a childs milk carton, filled with deep, rich earth and a seedling valiantly sprouting. As she sits a table she lets her feet swing, just drinking in the sight of such a wonderful gift, this plant, occassionally reaching out shaking hands to touch the single leaf gently and smile.
This child though, has Wish's eyes, and for some reason she holds this form...for she just came from a strong dreamer, a fierce heart that wished so bravely, how could she not be bound to a single form for a time?
The door opens and an eight year old walks in. Not the cleanest eight year old, no, her bedraggled hair is tucked under a faded kerchief and her jeans have seen better and cleaner days. She's far too thin for anyone's comfort, and the split lip and bruised eye don't add to her physical charms, oh no. But they are passing things.
She's carrying a small box in her hands, giving it the same wonder and care one would the Ark of the Convenant, or perhaps a rare and precious jewel, but it's far more mundane. Half a childs milk carton, filled with deep, rich earth and a seedling valiantly sprouting. As she sits a table she lets her feet swing, just drinking in the sight of such a wonderful gift, this plant, occassionally reaching out shaking hands to touch the single leaf gently and smile.
This child though, has Wish's eyes, and for some reason she holds this form...for she just came from a strong dreamer, a fierce heart that wished so bravely, how could she not be bound to a single form for a time?
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Jan. 5th, 2006 01:58 amgentleprince.livejournal.comAfter several unsuccessful attempts to get out of his mun's brain and into the bar, Faramir arrives, oblivious to doom. He gets a mug of cider from the bar and heads over to a table in view of the fireplace. Feel free to come chat with the prince. He is friendly and guaranteed doom-free.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 02:49 amkitchen_maidOnce again, Amy has slipped downstairs to leave letters with Bar, or send them with owls, as appropriate.
To Tom Riddle
To Merriman Lyon
To Raven
To Bran Davies
To Nita Callahan
To Will Stanton
To Caspian
And then she goes back upstairs, to try to sleep.
To Tom Riddle
To Merriman Lyon
To Raven
To Bran Davies
To Nita Callahan
To Will Stanton
To Caspian
And then she goes back upstairs, to try to sleep.
steadfastknight[OOM: On Christmas Eve in the KR-verse, Michael and Kitt have the longest thread EVAR at 1214 comments. To sum it up, there is smut, there is dancing, there is Mass, there is a proposal of marriage, there is more smut, and there is sleep.
On Christmas day in the KR-verse, Bonnie and Karr have a much shorter thread weighing in at 63 comments, in which there is gift exchanging and another proposal of marriage and implied smut.
There is no Christmas OOM for Eddie, who gets no smut. So... two out of three AIs isn't bad?
This is crackier than I intended. I'm going to bed. *facekeyboard*]
On Christmas day in the KR-verse, Bonnie and Karr have a much shorter thread weighing in at 63 comments, in which there is gift exchanging and another proposal of marriage and implied smut.
There is no Christmas OOM for Eddie, who gets no smut. So... two out of three AIs isn't bad?
This is crackier than I intended. I'm going to bed. *facekeyboard*]
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Jan. 5th, 2006 07:10 amamanda-darieux.livejournal.comA very tired Amanda is sitting in a booth near the infirmary. There is a book in her hand but it does look like she is having trouble focusing on it. A cold cup of coffee sits by her elbow as she despreratly tries to distract herself.
Come and help distract her.
Come and help distract her.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 08:38 amwithamagicword[OOM Summary - What Has Gone Before - Billy was sucked out of Milliways through the Door, spent several weeks fighting growing chaos and then got sucked into an epic battle.
Day of Vengeance
1 - Preparing for the Ultimate Battle
In which Billy faces who he is
2 - Captain Marvel Versus the Spectre, Round One
In which Billy almost, almost wins
3 - Captain Marvel Versus the Spectre, Round Two
In which he loses badly and things go very bad indeed
Epilogue 1 - The Fall Through Eternity
In which Billy falls through Elsewhere and Elsewhen
Epilogue 2 - Familiarity
In which, from the edge of time, Rachel Grey sees Billy and gives him a nudge
Epilogue 3 - Return to Milliways
In which Billy hits Milliways and Milliways hits back, Hard. But Garion helps and then they talk.
Epilogue 4 - In The Darkness
In which Billy begins to wonder just what is wrong with him.
And now...]
Day of Vengeance
1 - Preparing for the Ultimate Battle
In which Billy faces who he is
2 - Captain Marvel Versus the Spectre, Round One
In which Billy almost, almost wins
3 - Captain Marvel Versus the Spectre, Round Two
In which he loses badly and things go very bad indeed
Epilogue 1 - The Fall Through Eternity
In which Billy falls through Elsewhere and Elsewhen
Epilogue 2 - Familiarity
In which, from the edge of time, Rachel Grey sees Billy and gives him a nudge
Epilogue 3 - Return to Milliways
In which Billy hits Milliways and Milliways hits back, Hard. But Garion helps and then they talk.
Epilogue 4 - In The Darkness
In which Billy begins to wonder just what is wrong with him.
And now...]
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Jan. 5th, 2006 08:39 amwithamagicwordBilly comes downstairs, slowly, his eyes flickering aroudn the room. he looks and feels very uncertain, and shivers as he settles down at the Bar. He pulls out a pad of paper and writes carefully, then places it on Bar's surface..
Bar, may I have a hot chocolate, please?* The note vanishes into Bar's top.
It appears, and with it, breakfast. He eyes it but nods, then writes.
thank you This note vanishes as well.
The he tucks in and eats.
((ooc note: *Billy is mute and doesnt know sign language, nor is he a telepath. Senstitives and telepaths may be able to hear him, but otherwise he is pretty much relying on a pad and pen for communication. Italics signify his thoughts, or notes he has written.))
Bar, may I have a hot chocolate, please?* The note vanishes into Bar's top.
It appears, and with it, breakfast. He eyes it but nods, then writes.
thank you This note vanishes as well.
The he tucks in and eats.
((ooc note: *Billy is mute and doesnt know sign language, nor is he a telepath. Senstitives and telepaths may be able to hear him, but otherwise he is pretty much relying on a pad and pen for communication. Italics signify his thoughts, or notes he has written.))
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Jan. 5th, 2006 09:01 amgorlim.livejournal.comIt's Gorlim.
In the bar.
Yep, it's early. It's called, mun at work sitting in for her sister's boyfriend.
It's called, mun is OWWWWWWED.
But on the plus side (?), Gorlim's here, and will be for the forseeable future.
Yay?
Unlike his mun, Gorlim gets to sleep. On the couch. He could probably use pouncing.
In the bar.
Yep, it's early. It's called, mun at work sitting in for her sister's boyfriend.
It's called, mun is OWWWWWWED.
But on the plus side (?), Gorlim's here, and will be for the forseeable future.
Yay?
Unlike his mun, Gorlim gets to sleep. On the couch. He could probably use pouncing.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 09:19 amdevils-dandy.livejournal.comBecause the mun was told to 'Put the vampire in,'
La.
But beware, he's cranky at having to wake up this time of day.
La.
But beware, he's cranky at having to wake up this time of day.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 09:22 amgondolin-noble.livejournal.comHe's singing, something soft and slow, a few stray stems of sweet alfalfa still in his hair as Glorfindel wanders into the bar. He pauses, a bemused grin on his face. This is most certainly not the stables. Asfaloth is going to be annoyed that his mash will be late, once again.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 09:24 amattic-girl.livejournal.comTucked away in a quiet corner - a very quiet corner - is Fuchsia, watching the observation window with interest. No longer is there the awe at the sight as when she first saw it, but it still provides enough entertainment, and the perfect backdrop to let her mind wander.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 09:34 amgentleprince.livejournal.comWhile his last bar entry is not very far back in terms of number of posts, it WAS at 2:00 in the morning, and the general pattern suggests that people don't often tend to tag such old entry posts unless specifically asked to.
And since not everyone in the bar is online or knows his mun, let this be a reitteration that Faramir, Prince of Ithilien and Steward of Gondor, is still in the bar. Or maybe in the bar AGAIN. It is possible he went to sleep sometime between then and now. Or maybe he was just so zen nobody noticed him here. Either way, here he is, with hot cider.
And since not everyone in the bar is online or knows his mun, let this be a reitteration that Faramir, Prince of Ithilien and Steward of Gondor, is still in the bar. Or maybe in the bar AGAIN. It is possible he went to sleep sometime between then and now. Or maybe he was just so zen nobody noticed him here. Either way, here he is, with hot cider.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 09:49 amdoor-2-door.livejournal.comAnd because the mun still only has 5 memory entries for him, (and today is about justifications)
Henry, Bill, The insurance Salesman is at a table with coffee and a newspaper. He's not paying a lot of attention to the paper. He claims it is because the date is wrong. He is, however, occasionally eyeing the pool table and wondering why he has not made time to shoot in a while.
This is while keeping a watchful eye on the bar, in addition.
For what looks like a relaxing morning to anyone else, he is a busy man.
This is while keeping a watchful eye on the bar, in addition.
For what looks like a relaxing morning to anyone else, he is a busy man.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 10:00 amaudieraines.livejournal.comShe wasn't bound, she had no domestic issues, her home in Montgomery County, Maryland, was as comfortable and cosmopolitan as she would have liked, and yet it was quite clear, as she walked down the stairs in pajama bottoms, a t-shirt, and white slippers, that Audrey had decided to stay at the bar for a while. Memory loss, dead ex-boyfriends and friends made of clay had failed to dissuede her that the bar was comfortable and safe. Really, she liked the respite. She liked the calm of not having to run to meetings and discuss policy all day without time to rest at home at night. And the food was great.
So there was an Audrey, dressed like she'd just gotten out of bed, at a table with coffee, pancakes and eggs.
So there was an Audrey, dressed like she'd just gotten out of bed, at a table with coffee, pancakes and eggs.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 10:09 amshang-dragon.livejournal.comLiam sitting just outside the back door of the bar relaxing after his morning exercises and putting the finishing touches on the wooden bull figurine he's been carving for Adam.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 10:17 amlvpd_sidleSara isn't indulging in quite as much of a sulk as yesterday.
She's playing War against herself. It's difficult to tell who is winning.
She's playing War against herself. It's difficult to tell who is winning.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 10:23 amthe_lioness[OOM: In which Alanna decides enough is enough, and she and Adam battle stress by getting thoroughly smashed. Utter silliness ensues.]
OOM: A visit
Jan. 5th, 2006 11:29 amagirllost[OOM:
Come home to me: Teri tells Kim it's okay to give up.
Kim tries to follow her advice.]
[OOC: In the first thread, mom is played by Ba'alzamon. Warnings for angst, breakiness, and suicidal thoughts]
Come home to me: Teri tells Kim it's okay to give up.
Kim tries to follow her advice.]
[OOC: In the first thread, mom is played by Ba'alzamon. Warnings for angst, breakiness, and suicidal thoughts]
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Jan. 5th, 2006 11:53 amcalled_lioness[OOM: Sometime Last Night, ignoring a silly thing like continuity or timeline, Lucy has a conversation with someone about Caspian. And other things. Rated A for Awkward and U for Uncertain.]
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Jan. 5th, 2006 11:57 ambanished-to.livejournal.comEventually, of course, the door appears. It would, in the end. She knew that much, at least.
Eventually it appears, she stands, and she opens it.
While the ceiling in Milliways is high, defying physics enough to allow all heights of heads, contain rafters, and yet have people living above it, the door is not so changeable. At least not for her.
She ducks to enter the bar, so the first thing that is seen would be blond braids that trail on the ground with how deeply she must bow to get through the door. She would force her way through even if she had to scrape clothing off to do so.
One hand, her gloved hand, holds loosely what looks like a toy against the height and width of the fully-grown goddess of the damned. A toy sword, until the eye finally convinces the mind that she is, in fact, fifteen feet tall.
As she straightens, she looks around in attempt to understand, to learn, to find out how long it has been within. To see if she still recognizes the faces.
Eventually it appears, she stands, and she opens it.
While the ceiling in Milliways is high, defying physics enough to allow all heights of heads, contain rafters, and yet have people living above it, the door is not so changeable. At least not for her.
She ducks to enter the bar, so the first thing that is seen would be blond braids that trail on the ground with how deeply she must bow to get through the door. She would force her way through even if she had to scrape clothing off to do so.
One hand, her gloved hand, holds loosely what looks like a toy against the height and width of the fully-grown goddess of the damned. A toy sword, until the eye finally convinces the mind that she is, in fact, fifteen feet tall.
As she straightens, she looks around in attempt to understand, to learn, to find out how long it has been within. To see if she still recognizes the faces.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 12:32 pmtransgenic-max.livejournal.comMax is once again fiddling with the watch, which is now almost completely dismantled. Her mind doesn't seem to be entirely on what she's doing, though - there's an unfocused quality about her that is almost never there.
Come bother the X5? She will probably welcome the distraction.
Come bother the X5? She will probably welcome the distraction.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 12:37 pmiamnotstorm.livejournal.comSarah was sitting at one of the smaller tables near the observation window, she had a tablet of graph paper and a large set of colored felt pens and was marking patterns in the squares.
She liked doing free-hand work when it came to beading, but some things didn't work freehand, they needed a pattern. Though if the crumpled pages scattered around are any indication, the patterns didn't seem to be cooperating much that day.
Go ahead and ask her what she's doing, or bring her some lunch, or both, she won't bite.
(lunchtime post, teh usual, about twenty minutes solid, and then I get banished to the den of internetconnectionlessness until uh... like 7.30ish PST, so, yeah slowtime in effect. Homenow ^_^)
She liked doing free-hand work when it came to beading, but some things didn't work freehand, they needed a pattern. Though if the crumpled pages scattered around are any indication, the patterns didn't seem to be cooperating much that day.
Go ahead and ask her what she's doing, or bring her some lunch, or both, she won't bite.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 12:53 pmshaped-jeedai.livejournal.comOOM 1: In which the Jedi split over the Killik issue, and the Joiner and partial-Joiner Jedi launch an attack that speeds up a war, rather than delaying it. Rated TI and RM for Trust Issues and Rescue Missions.
OOM 2: In which Luke Skywalker asks all of the Jedi to think about their commitment to the Order, and when they cannot unite, he takes control. Tesar and Lowbacca go behind the Order's back to warn a friend that the Jedi want to assassinate him, and they, along with Tahiri, are sent to time out to think about what they've done. ON DAGOBAH. Rated TI and D for Trust Issues and Disobedience.
Tahiri enters the Bar, a bag slung over her shoulder. It is possible that one can see a murky swamp through the door behind her, and hear the cries of flying creatures out on the hunt.
Her hair is damp and stringy and dirty and her jumpsuit is caked in mud up to the waist. She's wearing boots, which always puts her in a bad mood, and it looks like she's tracking the swamp mud in on the nice clean floors.
But you know what? She doesn't really care right now. Kriff Master Skywalker for thinking he could dismiss her and her friends to Dagobah for doing what they thought was right. Kriff him long, hard, and in very uncomfortable places.
Kriffing Skywalkers.
OOM 2: In which Luke Skywalker asks all of the Jedi to think about their commitment to the Order, and when they cannot unite, he takes control. Tesar and Lowbacca go behind the Order's back to warn a friend that the Jedi want to assassinate him, and they, along with Tahiri, are sent to time out to think about what they've done. ON DAGOBAH. Rated TI and D for Trust Issues and Disobedience.
Tahiri enters the Bar, a bag slung over her shoulder. It is possible that one can see a murky swamp through the door behind her, and hear the cries of flying creatures out on the hunt.
Her hair is damp and stringy and dirty and her jumpsuit is caked in mud up to the waist. She's wearing boots, which always puts her in a bad mood, and it looks like she's tracking the swamp mud in on the nice clean floors.
But you know what? She doesn't really care right now. Kriff Master Skywalker for thinking he could dismiss her and her friends to Dagobah for doing what they thought was right. Kriff him long, hard, and in very uncomfortable places.
Kriffing Skywalkers.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 01:05 pmmortisbelle.livejournal.com[[ From Here ]]
Downstairs, come Serena and Amanda. The vampire has her hood up, while heading to to the lake door.
It is day outside...
She stops, hand on the door... then she nods to Amanda, and prepares to step out.
Downstairs, come Serena and Amanda. The vampire has her hood up, while heading to to the lake door.
It is day outside...
She stops, hand on the door... then she nods to Amanda, and prepares to step out.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 01:24 pmqsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.comA tall, sleepy case of bedhead wanders down the stairs in pajama bottoms. There is grunting and shuffling to the counter, some grunting that might be an order as food appears after it and some grunting that is probably a thank you just after.
Then there's more shuffling towards the couch before the bedhead plops down and starts to eat "breakfast". Bring it coffee and you might get a Darien.
Then there's more shuffling towards the couch before the bedhead plops down and starts to eat "breakfast". Bring it coffee and you might get a Darien.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 01:30 pmgone_byebyeRay makes his way down the stairs, yawning and rubbing at his face with one hand. He's wearing his usual black company T-shirt and matching cargoes and a pair of- ghasp!- fuzzy slippers with no licensed characters on them at all.
And he's got a fairly hefty red book under his arm, which he sits down to read once he's acquired breakfast from the Bar. The title, to the keen-eyed, is Unpleasant Things It Is Sometimes Necessary To Know.
And he's got a fairly hefty red book under his arm, which he sits down to read once he's acquired breakfast from the Bar. The title, to the keen-eyed, is Unpleasant Things It Is Sometimes Necessary To Know.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 01:58 pmmark-of-samael.livejournal.com[Infirmary: After yesterday's jaunt through Alessa's nightmare, Hank finds her awake and slightly coherent. Until she goes comatose again.]
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Jan. 5th, 2006 04:09 pmnamo[OOM: Gorlim comes to room 144 to see Námo. Much discussion, an avalanche woe (as Gorlim-mun described it), and definite smut. Warning for said smut.]
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Jan. 5th, 2006 04:25 pmguppy_sandhuThere is a doc sitting near the door to the infirmary, with hot chocolate and a Su doku puzzle. He has his sign up.
The doctor is in
The doctor is in
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Jan. 5th, 2006 04:59 pmjaded-jedi.livejournal.com[OOM: Mara's rescued after being shot...and she sees Ben in the hospital. Also, she passes out a lot.]
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Jan. 5th, 2006 06:07 pmthe_seafarer[OOM: In the staff quarters, Lucy visits a gloomy Caspian, and tries to talk some sense into him. Rated B for bursts of temper, blockheadedness, being bloody cute, and Book of Lilly.]
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Jan. 5th, 2006 06:33 pmasar-suti.livejournal.comAsar-Suti sat by the fire, looking into the flames and wondering about things. He had a book dangling from his fingers that had a reddish picture of a church on the cover, but he hadn't been reading in it for quite some while.
[OOC: Just showing off beautiful new icon made by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
halls_of_mandos-mun!]]
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halls_of_mandos-mun!]](no subject)
Jan. 5th, 2006 06:43 pmjack_inthegreenJack enters the bar from Las Vegas, the feeling of unease still with him.
There's the tree to take down and replant, and then . . . he may just hang about for a while.
Just to . . . hang about. Yeah, that's it.
There's the tree to take down and replant, and then . . . he may just hang about for a while.
Just to . . . hang about. Yeah, that's it.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 07:01 pmamanda-darieux.livejournal.comSitting in front of the observation window is Amanda reading a book sipping a strawberry smoohie and eating a bowl of strawberries. The book is interesting but company would be welcome.
Poke at will.
Poke at will.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 07:09 pmunderwater-owl.livejournal.comtatumtatatum
That sound?
tatumtatumtatatatatum
Is the sound of Random.
tatatatatatum
Tapping his fork on the table in tune to the percussion beat going in his head.
Feel free to tell him to shut up, if it's annoying you.
That sound?
tatumtatumtatatatatum
Is the sound of Random.
tatatatatatum
Tapping his fork on the table in tune to the percussion beat going in his head.
Feel free to tell him to shut up, if it's annoying you.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 07:42 pmastral-brat.livejournal.com[OOM: the end of The Swarm War. Big spoilers, if you care about that sort of thing. Angry/broken baby Skywalker.]
Ben Skywalker slams the door behind him as he enters the bar, ready to keep running down the corridor before he realises where he is.
Milliways.
No, he doesn't want to be here just now. He can't break things here, either, can he? So he spins round to leave, takes a step towards the-- wall.
There's no door. Why isn't there a door? He just came through a door.
Someone should help him out, before he loses control of the Force. Wouldn't want any broken chairs.
Ben Skywalker slams the door behind him as he enters the bar, ready to keep running down the corridor before he realises where he is.
Milliways.
No, he doesn't want to be here just now. He can't break things here, either, can he? So he spins round to leave, takes a step towards the-- wall.
There's no door. Why isn't there a door? He just came through a door.
Someone should help him out, before he loses control of the Force. Wouldn't want any broken chairs.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 07:51 pmasylum-alice.livejournal.comAlice has been around. But sometimes she's a watchful creature more than a willful one, so she hasn't been visible to the people who walk around and chat and are happy and that you can see. Odds are she's been in some small nook paying quiet attention to you and yours.
Tonight, however, she has decided to be one of those who walks around and chats with others. With a kitchen knife in her hand that's as long as her forearm.
Tonight, however, she has decided to be one of those who walks around and chats with others. With a kitchen knife in her hand that's as long as her forearm.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 07:57 pmbentleytehbrain.livejournal.comBentley is hunched forward in a booth, his wheelchair nearby. Staring very intently at a salad. There's also a book open next to him, but apparently, the salad is more interesting.
... What is so interesting about that salad, I wonder?
Bentley's mun fails at posting, we know.
... What is so interesting about that salad, I wonder?
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Jan. 5th, 2006 08:09 pmmagius-unlocked.livejournal.comMagius sits, quietly, in a chair facing the main area, his staff close to hand, one book balanced and open in his hands as he reads it, taking glances around the bar. A small series of other books spills across the table next to him.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 08:20 pmyoung_tmriddleUpon learning of Blodwen's invitation into the House of Arch, Tom and Gavroche spent most of Wednesday together, applying new protective wards to each and every painting portal in the House of Arch. Gavroche also reminded every painting who Blodwen was, and to absolutely sound the alarm if she tried to enter any of them, even with a resident. It was a vast undertaking, and Tom spent a good part of Thursday with Arithon adding even more protective spells and wards.
His magic was strong. He knew there were others with magic that was stronger, and he hated this fact. The House was protected as well as he could protect it.
Letters were delivered personally to all of the residents. Tom advised that, for the time being, no person not already keyed to the paintings would be allowed in unless approved by Door or himself. This dictate was unprecedented in the history of the House being linked to Milliways, but drastic times called for drastic measures.
By Thursday evening, Tom wanted to hear news of what was happening in the bar, and Ingress asked to join him so meekly that he couldn't resist. She hoped to find Mary. She also wanted to talk to Alanna, if she could.
So it is that Tom and Ingress warily walk in together from the House of Arch, keeping an eye out for Gavroche.
"Now, you stay right by me, Ingress. You can talk to other people, people we both know, but don't go far. I'll keep an eye on you, and if Blodwen appears, you let me know straight away."
"Okay," she said, her eyes wide and watchful.
They walk to the bar together, looking for friends and watching for foes.
OOC: I am slow and kinda out of it. Please ping before tagging
His magic was strong. He knew there were others with magic that was stronger, and he hated this fact. The House was protected as well as he could protect it.
Letters were delivered personally to all of the residents. Tom advised that, for the time being, no person not already keyed to the paintings would be allowed in unless approved by Door or himself. This dictate was unprecedented in the history of the House being linked to Milliways, but drastic times called for drastic measures.
By Thursday evening, Tom wanted to hear news of what was happening in the bar, and Ingress asked to join him so meekly that he couldn't resist. She hoped to find Mary. She also wanted to talk to Alanna, if she could.
So it is that Tom and Ingress warily walk in together from the House of Arch, keeping an eye out for Gavroche.
"Now, you stay right by me, Ingress. You can talk to other people, people we both know, but don't go far. I'll keep an eye on you, and if Blodwen appears, you let me know straight away."
"Okay," she said, her eyes wide and watchful.
They walk to the bar together, looking for friends and watching for foes.
OOC: I am slow and kinda out of it. Please ping before tagging
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Jan. 5th, 2006 08:23 pmloyaltyinmotion.livejournal.comJason is at the Bar! Don't get excited, he's only come down for food. Well, maybe he'll stick around. To keep up appearances, you see. But not for long...he's still cut off, especially now.
Unless someone wants to buy him a drink?
Unless someone wants to buy him a drink?
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Jan. 5th, 2006 08:31 pmgone_byebyeRay's shift in room 2342 is coming up later this evening, so he's put aside his reading material of earlier and is hard at work on... well, it involves a lot of screwdrivers and a small cold-heat tool and several boxes of components from Abra, at least one of which is labeled EVIL GENIUS (PK. 1). He's got the schematics projected in the air in front of him on the datapad he got for Christmas.
Wanna find out whether those tools burn when they hit a defenseless human? That's what'll happen if you startle him. On the other hand, he's usually pretty cool if people warn him before they get in range.
Wanna find out whether those tools burn when they hit a defenseless human? That's what'll happen if you startle him. On the other hand, he's usually pretty cool if people warn him before they get in range.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 08:35 pmrebelheartalien.livejournal.comMichael's around, as he often is. Come say hi.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 08:36 pmstreet-sparrow.livejournal.comGavroche comes in through the painting, with the usual glance around for Blodwen, and heads to the Bar for a milkshake.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 08:38 pmand-far-away.livejournal.comSharpe's outside, for a walk in the snow.
He's armed, as he always is out of pure habit, with at least one pistol.
He's armed, as he always is out of pure habit, with at least one pistol.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 08:40 pmnot-ho-chunk.livejournal.comGray Jay's out in his hut by the lake.
Visitors are welcome.
Visitors are welcome.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 08:40 pmmistressmaryquitecontraryOver the past two days, Blodwen Rowlands and Mary Lennox have talked of many things, but one subject over all has come up over and over again: Mary's beautiful garden.
So it's perfectly natural that tonight - Twelfth Night, though Mary wouldn't know it; it's nearly summer in Yorkshire, after all - Mrs. Rowlands, warm as always in humoring a child's whims, has asked to be taken there.
The little girl and the woman are both smiling, as they come down the stairs and walk out the back door.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 08:44 pmprone-to-panic.livejournal.comArchie's in the bar, he may or may not be hiding, curled in a shadowy corner. What? He can see people before they see him this way.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 09:24 pmwizard_dresdenThe door opens and there are two magic-users on the other side...
That would be Angie and myself - Harry Dresden (in case you weren't paying attention and didn't notice the nearly 7-foot wizard in the door) - and we slide through the bar mostly unnoticed (really tall wizard, remember) and head upstairs.
We might come back down later.
That would be Angie and myself - Harry Dresden (in case you weren't paying attention and didn't notice the nearly 7-foot wizard in the door) - and we slide through the bar mostly unnoticed (really tall wizard, remember) and head upstairs.
We might come back down later.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 09:26 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/"Eleven for the eleven went up to heaven.
Ten for the ten commandments.
Nine for the nine bright shiners.
Eight for the April rainers.
Seven for the seven stars in the sky..."
Reciting to the pace of throw and catch, Jack is in the bar. The small glass ball he's playing with holding all of his attention, for the moment.
Ten for the ten commandments.
Nine for the nine bright shiners.
Eight for the April rainers.
Seven for the seven stars in the sky..."
Reciting to the pace of throw and catch, Jack is in the bar. The small glass ball he's playing with holding all of his attention, for the moment.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 09:36 pmtrustntheharper.livejournal.comOne cyborg engineer was in the bar, sitting somewhat stiffly in a chair. He looked as if he wanted to laze back but that it might be too painful.
He was looking over a flexi, whistling to himself, and wearing his toolbelt, as if expecting to get to work on something.
He was looking over a flexi, whistling to himself, and wearing his toolbelt, as if expecting to get to work on something.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 09:59 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy is in the bar, dozing quietly in his usual spot by the fire. He looks a little pale and rather tired.
Occasionally his eyelids flicker a little, or a limb makes a little movement.
If you poke him, he will jump.
Occasionally his eyelids flicker a little, or a limb makes a little movement.
If you poke him, he will jump.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 10:14 pmnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comThere is an Ace, in the bar, curled up in her favorite armchair.
She is making a List.
Sadly, it is not nearly as X-rated as Mike's List.
Nor is it on napkins.
But it suits her just fine.
She is making a List.
Sadly, it is not nearly as X-rated as Mike's List.
Nor is it on napkins.
But it suits her just fine.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 10:14 pmmagick-willow.livejournal.com*Willow walks downstairs. It's actually more of a skip. Very perky. She and Tara spent the night discussing wedding plans and rehearsing...for wedding nights...*blush* and now she's ready for a drink and chatting. She heads for the bar first*
Can I get a Magic Woman, please?
Not that I don't have one...
*She laughs contentedly*
Can I get a Magic Woman, please?
Not that I don't have one...
*She laughs contentedly*
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Jan. 5th, 2006 10:16 pmpee-jee.livejournal.comIt's been what, two weeks since PeeJee has shuffled into the bar? At least since she helped Kitt get ready for New Year's.
She looks... better! Not good, but better. The spots from the chicken pox are healing up well-- even if it took real will power not to scratch them. Milliways is a welcome break from her apartment, though.
For those interested in appearance beyond 'less pale' and 'not as spotted,' PeeJee is wearing pajamas decent enough to go to the store in-- sweats, a baggy T-shirt, and sneakers, with rather un-done hair.
She looks... better! Not good, but better. The spots from the chicken pox are healing up well-- even if it took real will power not to scratch them. Milliways is a welcome break from her apartment, though.
For those interested in appearance beyond 'less pale' and 'not as spotted,' PeeJee is wearing pajamas decent enough to go to the store in-- sweats, a baggy T-shirt, and sneakers, with rather un-done hair.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 10:38 pmprototype-karr.livejournal.comKARR has been bar-prowling for some time, his scanner flicking rapidly as he drives back and forth, in the closest thing he can get to pacing as a car. The AI can occasionally be heard grumbling to himself, and he seems restless. Something has upset him, and he's not shy about showing it.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 10:40 pmiustus_rexEdmund wanders in from the House of Arch, settling down at a reasonably visible table not so very far away from Bar, with tea and notebook and sketchbook to keep him busy until he finds one of the more-than-several people he'd like to speak with this evening.
Admittedly, just because he's looking for faces he knows doesn't mean he's unwelcoming to those he doesn't.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 10:57 pmmissginnytonic.livejournal.comit's been a while but Ginny's back in the bar and looking for her friends.. or to make new ones
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Jan. 5th, 2006 10:58 pmperfectblue.livejournal.comIllyria is in the bar, mainly because her mun is forcing her to be.
Normally when she is in these moods of great indifference and mild annoyance, she is out by the lake. But since the weather generally discourages anyone else from being around, and since she's not particularly averse to meeting people, she is for once actually in the bar. She sits in a corner booth from which she can survey the rest of the bar with mild interest for anyone or anything that might be of interest.
And when she's not doing that, she's toying with tiny currents of blue energy which she causes to spark between her fingertips. Just for show, really. It may be that she is trying to access memories that have begun to fade -- not the Shell's, those will never fade, but others which had never been natural to her.
At any rate, she is in the bar, and probably will not object to idle conversation.
Normally when she is in these moods of great indifference and mild annoyance, she is out by the lake. But since the weather generally discourages anyone else from being around, and since she's not particularly averse to meeting people, she is for once actually in the bar. She sits in a corner booth from which she can survey the rest of the bar with mild interest for anyone or anything that might be of interest.
And when she's not doing that, she's toying with tiny currents of blue energy which she causes to spark between her fingertips. Just for show, really. It may be that she is trying to access memories that have begun to fade -- not the Shell's, those will never fade, but others which had never been natural to her.
At any rate, she is in the bar, and probably will not object to idle conversation.
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Jan. 5th, 2006 11:09 pmgramarye1971Merriman enters the bar from the door to the lake, brushing a bit of snow off his cloak as he steps inside.
It is quite cold outside. And for him, it is not all that much warmer indoors.
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It is quite cold outside. And for him, it is not all that much warmer indoors.
[OOC: Plot post - please to ping before tagging.]
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Jan. 5th, 2006 11:21 pmthe4thsister.livejournal.comPaige is sitting in a booth, alone. It looks like she's making some sort of list, it's not going very well and she's really just doodling.
Come say hi?
Come say hi?
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Jan. 5th, 2006 11:34 pmnot-a-surgeon.livejournal.comBonnie did not look that animate. Given that she'd slept for a good long while on painkillers, in bloodied clothes, before finally edging her way downstairs, she thought she was doing pretty good.
Didn't look so hot, but was alive, at least.
"Bar... Tolerable, wet, cold, and caffeinated, please," she requested as she edged her way up onto a barstool. It wasn't soda, what she was given, but she didn't really care. She just wanted to be upright for a while.
The bar gave her a sling, too.
"Mm. Good idea. Thanks."
Didn't look so hot, but was alive, at least.
"Bar... Tolerable, wet, cold, and caffeinated, please," she requested as she edged her way up onto a barstool. It wasn't soda, what she was given, but she didn't really care. She just wanted to be upright for a while.
The bar gave her a sling, too.
"Mm. Good idea. Thanks."
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Jan. 5th, 2006 11:38 pmshaped-jeedai.livejournal.com[oom: Tahiri takes a trip through Silent Milliways]
The world fades from red to black, then slowly starts to come into focus again as the sound of sirens fades from her ears.
Tahiri sits up on the bar floor, blinking and holding her head.
She's still dressed exactly as she was when she first entered the bar tonight, muddy boots and all. The acid burns on her legs are gone, as is the slash on her right arm.
Her bag is still intact and a lightsaber rests beside her, unlit.
She looks around, frowning intently. Did I just go crazy and pass out? That had to be the weirdest dream ever...
Then her eyes come to rest on the video tape lying close beside her.
Tahiri is totally not prepared to deal with this right now. She needs a hot bath, fresh clothes, and a nice long nap. The tape and the dream that may or may not have been real can wait.
The world fades from red to black, then slowly starts to come into focus again as the sound of sirens fades from her ears.
Tahiri sits up on the bar floor, blinking and holding her head.
She's still dressed exactly as she was when she first entered the bar tonight, muddy boots and all. The acid burns on her legs are gone, as is the slash on her right arm.
Her bag is still intact and a lightsaber rests beside her, unlit.
She looks around, frowning intently. Did I just go crazy and pass out? That had to be the weirdest dream ever...
Then her eyes come to rest on the video tape lying close beside her.
Tahiri is totally not prepared to deal with this right now. She needs a hot bath, fresh clothes, and a nice long nap. The tape and the dream that may or may not have been real can wait.
