Jan. 9th, 2006
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Jan. 9th, 2006 01:39 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
syfte.livejournal.com[OOM: Syfte starts to work on finding someplace where she might belong.
She also leaves a note for Mark Cohen.]
[Her mun wants to apologize to Mark's for the amount of woe.]
She also leaves a note for Mark Cohen.]
[Her mun wants to apologize to Mark's for the amount of woe.]
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Jan. 9th, 2006 02:27 amjackdriscoll.livejournal.com[ oom: In his room, Jack is not quite writer's blocked, but he is thoughtfully distracted. ]
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Jan. 9th, 2006 03:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aj_crawley[Southdown Abbey, Day 3]
[OOM: In the morning, Kaylee and Simon take a wander around the abbey gardens, and engage in some Negotiations.]
[OOM: That afternoon, Wash finally sends the wave he's been meaning to. Awwwwwwww.]
[OOM: And in the late-afternoon-slash-evening, River and Kaylee go walking, in an effort to get their minds off family problems. They fail. Miserably.]
[OOM: In the morning, Kaylee and Simon take a wander around the abbey gardens, and engage in some Negotiations.]
[OOM: That afternoon, Wash finally sends the wave he's been meaning to. Awwwwwwww.]
[OOM: And in the late-afternoon-slash-evening, River and Kaylee go walking, in an effort to get their minds off family problems. They fail. Miserably.]
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Jan. 9th, 2006 05:44 amprince-arithon.livejournal.comArithon wanders in, security badge pinned to his belt for just-in-case, sword on his hip, and looking ready to settle back into what passes for "normal" in Milliways Bar.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 05:55 amtimsbooks.livejournal.com ((OOM: The Council of Crosstime Tims. Serious Stuff.))
The door flies open, revealing a rather.. colorful figure. Spandex, shades of blue, with a high collar and a black Robin style mask. He tumbles on through, landing on his feet, as ever.
For here, is a superhero of long standing, one of the first of a generation to go beyond the sidekick stage. Once upon a time the youthful ward of Playboy millionare John Constantine, Tim Hunter now stands on his own two feet. No longer is he Sparky, the Sorcerors Apprentice, sidekick to the great Hellblazer. Now, he is Hellspawn, leader of the New Mystic Youth, and hero in his own right.
He is also extremely confused. One minute he's dealing with a traitor in his midst, the next, BAM, there's this weird Council of him's, saying he's been chosen to come... here?
Someone might want to explain to the kid in the mask.
The door flies open, revealing a rather.. colorful figure. Spandex, shades of blue, with a high collar and a black Robin style mask. He tumbles on through, landing on his feet, as ever.
For here, is a superhero of long standing, one of the first of a generation to go beyond the sidekick stage. Once upon a time the youthful ward of Playboy millionare John Constantine, Tim Hunter now stands on his own two feet. No longer is he Sparky, the Sorcerors Apprentice, sidekick to the great Hellblazer. Now, he is Hellspawn, leader of the New Mystic Youth, and hero in his own right.
He is also extremely confused. One minute he's dealing with a traitor in his midst, the next, BAM, there's this weird Council of him's, saying he's been chosen to come... here?
Someone might want to explain to the kid in the mask.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 08:22 amhttp://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/If you're looking for someone to talk to, there's a young man in a back booth. He has his nose in a book by Robert Frost, thanks to someone's reccomendation, but he'd still far rather meet you. Not really an introvert.
People walking by may notice a subtle drop in temperature around him. Drinks set on the table in front of him will be frozen. Fair warning.
People walking by may notice a subtle drop in temperature around him. Drinks set on the table in front of him will be frozen. Fair warning.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 09:20 amdoor-2-door.livejournal.comThe man likes mornings. Perhaps because people tend to be less guarded when they are still tired. -This explains why he is up and about today. Of course, it really doesn't justify his walking outdoors.
Ah well, that's where he wanted to be, and so he is. Sure, there are more people inside, but why not be unconventional right along with him, and wander out into the cold?
Ah well, that's where he wanted to be, and so he is. Sure, there are more people inside, but why not be unconventional right along with him, and wander out into the cold?
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Jan. 9th, 2006 09:39 amjackdriscoll.livejournal.comBelieve it or not, mun is awake at 9 in the morning! And thus there was a Jack at a booth with a Belgian waffle and a cup of coffee. Come distract him or something.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 09:41 amaudieraines.livejournal.comThere was also an Audrey, the most evil woman known to man, seated at her own table with pancakes tea.Unlike her government coworkers, she was not addicted to coffee.
Much.
Much.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 09:41 amhollywdcockroch.livejournal.comThere's a Carl Denham at the door, opening it, and peering inside-somewhat terrified but also...excited? Relieved?
Means that he's not loosing his mind in addition to everything else.
So saying, he wanders in jauntily, whistling "Sittin' on top of the world."
"...Bar...person...thing...keep?" Carl eyes the bar, "Listen, um-sorry about hittin' you yesterday-ya gotta understand I'm under alot of pressure and um-"
Feeling utterly ridiculous, "Right-could you uh-recommend something? House special?"
and to prove his point, that's a 20 dollar bill he's got there in his hand.
Means that he's not loosing his mind in addition to everything else.
So saying, he wanders in jauntily, whistling "Sittin' on top of the world."
"...Bar...person...thing...keep?" Carl eyes the bar, "Listen, um-sorry about hittin' you yesterday-ya gotta understand I'm under alot of pressure and um-"
Feeling utterly ridiculous, "Right-could you uh-recommend something? House special?"
and to prove his point, that's a 20 dollar bill he's got there in his hand.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 09:57 amwitchy-rebel.livejournal.com[OOM: Morgan and Barty discuss Blodwen, the Dark, before getting...distracted. Set before Barty's talk with Tom, and thus before Blodwen meets the house.]
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Jan. 9th, 2006 10:06 ammahtigwess.livejournal.comNow, certain folks, seems t'me, just don't know when t'keep their damn fool mouths shut.
That, an' every once in a while someone speaks up when you don't even know you're expectin' them to, or not, as the case may just happen t'be.
So one way or t'other, a fellow as is familiar t'some an' not rightly so familiar t'others comes in out've th'cold, lookin' like he ain't properly dressed for it by any stretch've th'imagination, seein' as how th'only nod he's gone an' made t'th'weather's t'be wearin' a bright red scarf as he may or may not have gotten from someone else quite some long time ago.
An' I reckon, as he goes wanderin' around th'room, if you're sittin' at a table he's sittin' down right there with you, an' same if you're at a booth, or at th'Bar, or on one've them couches by th'fire.
An' if you ain't at any of 'em, well, chances are you'll find him where it's nice an' warm, whittlin' away at a stick that may or may not someday be more'n what it is.
That, an' every once in a while someone speaks up when you don't even know you're expectin' them to, or not, as the case may just happen t'be.
So one way or t'other, a fellow as is familiar t'some an' not rightly so familiar t'others comes in out've th'cold, lookin' like he ain't properly dressed for it by any stretch've th'imagination, seein' as how th'only nod he's gone an' made t'th'weather's t'be wearin' a bright red scarf as he may or may not have gotten from someone else quite some long time ago.
An' I reckon, as he goes wanderin' around th'room, if you're sittin' at a table he's sittin' down right there with you, an' same if you're at a booth, or at th'Bar, or on one've them couches by th'fire.
An' if you ain't at any of 'em, well, chances are you'll find him where it's nice an' warm, whittlin' away at a stick that may or may not someday be more'n what it is.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 10:16 amlast_adam*Adam's at his normal table in the corner, yawning. Two cups of coffee are on the table in front of him and, while one of them may not be for you, he certainly wouldn't be averse to conversation.*
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Jan. 9th, 2006 10:17 amb-a-summers.livejournal.comIt's very early morning. The mun is at college, looking forward to a nice day of freezing slowly to death with a keyboard with a sticky "g" key.
Thus, there is a Buffy, on a run around the lake before coming into the bar, acquiring a cup of hot chocolate - the kind with mini marshmallows and plenty of sugar - and curling up in front of the fireplace on the couch.
Mmm-mmm-mmm. Toasty.
Thus, there is a Buffy, on a run around the lake before coming into the bar, acquiring a cup of hot chocolate - the kind with mini marshmallows and plenty of sugar - and curling up in front of the fireplace on the couch.
Mmm-mmm-mmm. Toasty.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 10:55 ambanished-to.livejournal.comHel is in the bar.
She's hard to miss, even sitting on the ground.
Do feel free to talk to the young lady who takes rather after her mother.
She's hard to miss, even sitting on the ground.
Do feel free to talk to the young lady who takes rather after her mother.
Entrance...
Jan. 9th, 2006 10:56 amsister-lucy.livejournal.comStop me if you've heard this one before...
The Devil walks into a bar.
Ok. The Devil floats into a bar. Sort of. If you look too quickly it may not appear as though her feet touch the ground. Of course, if you look too closely, they will.
Did we mention the Devil is a woman? Well, she is. For now.
So, to sum up, the Devil, a 7'5" woman, ducks under the doorframe and walks/floats into a bar. But not just any bar. And she whistles.
"Well. Ain't this something."
The Devil walks into a bar.
Ok. The Devil floats into a bar. Sort of. If you look too quickly it may not appear as though her feet touch the ground. Of course, if you look too closely, they will.
Did we mention the Devil is a woman? Well, she is. For now.
So, to sum up, the Devil, a 7'5" woman, ducks under the doorframe and walks/floats into a bar. But not just any bar. And she whistles.
"Well. Ain't this something."
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Jan. 9th, 2006 11:04 amsupersymmetryWinnifred Burkle is in the bar, because she is a morning person in the extreme.
She's cheerful as ever, and fresh out of doom.
Doesn't it just make you want to slap her?
Don't, but do feel free to tag her. She's got chocolate chip pancakes and thus is amazingly content.
She's cheerful as ever, and fresh out of doom.
Doesn't it just make you want to slap her?
Don't, but do feel free to tag her. She's got chocolate chip pancakes and thus is amazingly content.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 11:09 amshang-dragon.livejournal.comDespite what certain people might say, Liam is not a sadistic bastard.
Liam is driven. Liam is focused. Liam likes to see results.
Liam is not a sadistic bastard. Well, not too much of one anyway.
What Liam is, however, is enjoying a cup of tea and some bacon at his table. Feel free to come say hi.
And remember: he's not a sadistic bastard.
Liam is driven. Liam is focused. Liam likes to see results.
Liam is not a sadistic bastard. Well, not too much of one anyway.
What Liam is, however, is enjoying a cup of tea and some bacon at his table. Feel free to come say hi.
And remember: he's not a sadistic bastard.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 11:19 amarchimedes19.livejournal.comThere is a very happy old greek mathematician in the bar. He is dutifully trying to calculate the area of the puzzle pieces that are sitting in front of him. Cold tea sits next to his elbow as he busily jots down symbols on the scroll in front of him. He is bundled up in thermo underwear under a toga and a cloak. There are gloves on the seat next to him long forgotten.
Come bug him, it'll be fun really.
Come bug him, it'll be fun really.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 11:35 amwatcher-g-man.livejournal.comGiles had a small smile on his face. He had taken a peek at the recent notice about Blodwen.
The news of Claudia was disturbing. Reminded him of the Anointed One from his world.
Hopefully this one wasn't as powerful however.
Still, he was more content than he had been of late.
While he had some reading by him with his tea and brekkers, it was definitely pleasure reading today.
Though granted he would find ancient treatises on early ritualistic practices of the Druids, or complex tomes on comparing Egyptian and Roman religious structures, and how the societies interlapped as his idea of pleasure reading.
The news of Claudia was disturbing. Reminded him of the Anointed One from his world.
Hopefully this one wasn't as powerful however.
Still, he was more content than he had been of late.
While he had some reading by him with his tea and brekkers, it was definitely pleasure reading today.
Though granted he would find ancient treatises on early ritualistic practices of the Druids, or complex tomes on comparing Egyptian and Roman religious structures, and how the societies interlapped as his idea of pleasure reading.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 11:37 amcsi-catherine.livejournal.comCSI Willows in the bar with a big, big, big cup of coffee. And looking like she needs it.
Bother?
Bother?
Multi-pup post
Jan. 9th, 2006 11:45 amiamnotstorm.livejournal.com~Sarah had given up on beadwork for the time being, and was sitting over by the observation window with a banana split that was mostly forgotten and a book she hadn't read in a while, that had apparently grabbed her attention once again, go ahead and interrupt her though, she's almost finished.
~Adric was here and there, gathering abandoned dishes to take back to the kitchen for washing, though he'd welcome conversation, he's like that. You might have to poke him though, because he's discovered something better than number puzzles, and that's headphones and whatever assortment of music Bar had given him.
~Anoia was thumbing through her encyclopedia of kitchen utensils once more and occasionally rummaging in an apron pocket, coming up with something and looking it up in the book. So far nothing she had matched the pictures, but she'd be happy to give them away if someone could tell her what they were.
~Jane was once again having an entirely too healthy lunch, this time a grilled chicken sandwich with cheese, fries again and a cup of soda that was almost bigger than her head. What? She'd skipped dinner and breakfast, she was hungry. She'll probably talk to people though, as long as they don't try to steal her fries. That's a good way to get yourself snarked at.
(taadaa! Because Cass made me do it!! *cough*)
~Adric was here and there, gathering abandoned dishes to take back to the kitchen for washing, though he'd welcome conversation, he's like that. You might have to poke him though, because he's discovered something better than number puzzles, and that's headphones and whatever assortment of music Bar had given him.
~Anoia was thumbing through her encyclopedia of kitchen utensils once more and occasionally rummaging in an apron pocket, coming up with something and looking it up in the book. So far nothing she had matched the pictures, but she'd be happy to give them away if someone could tell her what they were.
~Jane was once again having an entirely too healthy lunch, this time a grilled chicken sandwich with cheese, fries again and a cup of soda that was almost bigger than her head. What? She'd skipped dinner and breakfast, she was hungry. She'll probably talk to people though, as long as they don't try to steal her fries. That's a good way to get yourself snarked at.
(taadaa! Because Cass made me do it!! *cough*)
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Jan. 9th, 2006 12:08 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_computer_wiz_/[Pre-Milliways: A Dream]
Dairine walks down, one hand rubbing her eye as Spot trailed behind her. She's not exactly tired, since she did sleep, but not exactly awake. She's not exactly hungry but she wants to eat, taste something in her mouth. Thus she's sitting at the bar counter trying to pick out breakfast when--
"Oh my..."
She's running by the second breath.
Dairine walks down, one hand rubbing her eye as Spot trailed behind her. She's not exactly tired, since she did sleep, but not exactly awake. She's not exactly hungry but she wants to eat, taste something in her mouth. Thus she's sitting at the bar counter trying to pick out breakfast when--
"Oh my..."
She's running by the second breath.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 12:14 pmdreamer_frayThere's an undead kid hanging about outside. He's waiting for something.
He is not seeing Mel off. He's... stalking the adversary. Evilly.
Yeah.
In deference to the dying sunlight, Harth keeps to the shadows under the trees. But he's there, if you look hard enough. Watching.
[OOC: Maaay not be here for a couple of hours now, but please still tag if you want him. I'll reuse the post when I get back. *eyerolls at schedule*]
He is not seeing Mel off. He's... stalking the adversary. Evilly.
Yeah.
In deference to the dying sunlight, Harth keeps to the shadows under the trees. But he's there, if you look hard enough. Watching.
[OOC: Maaay not be here for a couple of hours now, but please still tag if you want him. I'll reuse the post when I get back. *eyerolls at schedule*]
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Jan. 9th, 2006 12:20 pmlvpd_sidleSara has coffee. And the smug satisfaction that comes from nailing a murderer to the wall.
Feel free to interrupt her internal gloating.
Feel free to interrupt her internal gloating.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 01:14 pmsendpeanutbtr.livejournal.comClaire is in the bar for lunch, nestled cozily in a booth near the fire. She has her mint tea, some tomato soup, and some pickles.
. . .Whut?
She's flipping through a book of baby names and is completely distractable.
[ooc: must beg slowtime for awhile.]
. . .Whut?
She's flipping through a book of baby names and is completely distractable.
[ooc: must beg slowtime for awhile.]
Entrance Post
Jan. 9th, 2006 01:25 pmthe-silver-lady.livejournal.com--"A Elbereth Gilthoniel
silivren penna mÃriel
o menel aglar elenath!
Na-chaered palan-dÃriel
o galadhremmin ennorath,
Fanuilos, le linnathon
nef aear, sà nef aearon!"
An Elf walks in through the door. Singing her praises to the Star Kindler, she had not noticed the door she walked through did not lead to her favored Hall of Fire.
CelebrÃan, daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel, wife of Elrond, has found her way to Milliways.
silivren penna mÃriel
o menel aglar elenath!
Na-chaered palan-dÃriel
o galadhremmin ennorath,
Fanuilos, le linnathon
nef aear, sà nef aearon!"
An Elf walks in through the door. Singing her praises to the Star Kindler, she had not noticed the door she walked through did not lead to her favored Hall of Fire.
CelebrÃan, daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel, wife of Elrond, has found her way to Milliways.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 02:48 pmvenusadept_2[OOM: What came between]
Swirling lights of many pastel colors fill much of the room. They swirl and coalesce near the Door, then clear to reveal Felix. On seeing where he is, the Adept scowls and begins to mutter.
"This isn't the Aerie. This is Milliways. We should be in the Aerie. We lit the subbeacons, the dragon made the telepad appear, and Ivan examined it and he said it led to the Aerie. Then Sheba said we needed more... more power, so we left, we beat Valukar, we beat Star Magician, we beat Sentinel, we beat Dullahan (hate Dullahan), we got the summon tablets they guarded. We came back, we stepped on the telepad, Ivan cast the Psynergy, but this isn't the Aerie."
By this point Felix has turned around and jerked open the Door. The open doorway is full of crackling energy that reminds one of the swirling lights a moment before.
"That's not the Aerie, either."
Tentatively Felix sticks his hand through the doorway, then draws it back quickly. It doesn't look any different, but it obviously hurts a great deal. He directs yellow motes of light from the other hand into the hurting one, but it doesn't make a difference.
"OW! Venus, that hurts!"
Swirling lights of many pastel colors fill much of the room. They swirl and coalesce near the Door, then clear to reveal Felix. On seeing where he is, the Adept scowls and begins to mutter.
"This isn't the Aerie. This is Milliways. We should be in the Aerie. We lit the subbeacons, the dragon made the telepad appear, and Ivan examined it and he said it led to the Aerie. Then Sheba said we needed more... more power, so we left, we beat Valukar, we beat Star Magician, we beat Sentinel, we beat Dullahan (hate Dullahan), we got the summon tablets they guarded. We came back, we stepped on the telepad, Ivan cast the Psynergy, but this isn't the Aerie."
By this point Felix has turned around and jerked open the Door. The open doorway is full of crackling energy that reminds one of the swirling lights a moment before.
"That's not the Aerie, either."
Tentatively Felix sticks his hand through the doorway, then draws it back quickly. It doesn't look any different, but it obviously hurts a great deal. He directs yellow motes of light from the other hand into the hurting one, but it doesn't make a difference.
"OW! Venus, that hurts!"
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Jan. 9th, 2006 02:52 pmwithrocksin(Out of Milliways: the music makes its move. Featuring various shades of bluetext, and a cameo by Crash and one of his friends.)
The front door flies open, and Imp comes in, looking just a bit panicked about something. Only a little, though, and he relaxes when he sees where he is.
I sing my song to the wide open spaces
As it happens, this is the bar he was looking for.
I sing my heart out to the infinite sea
The relief, however, is extremely short-lived. He was coming here to get away from something, but it seems to have followed him in instead. And instead of getting easier to fight off...
I sing my visions to the sky-high mountains
...it seems to be taking over. This is a problem, this is a big problem, he realizes that much, but if coming here doesn't work, he's not at all sure what to do about it.
And suddenly, to the casual observer, he appears to relax. It's also possible he's slightly bluer than he was, but not in any sort of unhealthy way.
Listen, we think we have found you...
Music with rocks in is running the show now, and it thinks it's going to like this place.
The front door flies open, and Imp comes in, looking just a bit panicked about something. Only a little, though, and he relaxes when he sees where he is.
I sing my song to the wide open spaces
As it happens, this is the bar he was looking for.
I sing my heart out to the infinite sea
The relief, however, is extremely short-lived. He was coming here to get away from something, but it seems to have followed him in instead. And instead of getting easier to fight off...
I sing my visions to the sky-high mountains
...it seems to be taking over. This is a problem, this is a big problem, he realizes that much, but if coming here doesn't work, he's not at all sure what to do about it.
And suddenly, to the casual observer, he appears to relax. It's also possible he's slightly bluer than he was, but not in any sort of unhealthy way.
Listen, we think we have found you...
Music with rocks in is running the show now, and it thinks it's going to like this place.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 03:11 pmwolfskincoat.livejournal.comShe's been rather productive recently, it seems, for she is sporting a bright red rabbit skin hat, which matches her gifted gloves. And unmatched as they may be with her hair, the accessories do look rather striking against her black sheepskin coat, over similiraly monochrome sweater and pants.
She's dressed for the outdoors, and that's where she goes directly, hardly stopping in the bar at all.
She's dressed for the outdoors, and that's where she goes directly, hardly stopping in the bar at all.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 03:14 pmbothbutneither.livejournal.comSometimes not knowing what you want is depressing, but sometimes it's liberating. There's a certain freedom that goes along with no responsibilities, and really, Gren can't imagine death bringing a whole lot of responsibilities.
At least he can't imagine it today. Arm in arm with Julia -- his friend, his confidante, his almost-love, the shore to his ocean -- he walks into the bar from upstairs. Again, he has no idea how long it's been since he was down here, though he thinks it's only been a couple of days. It's not that he has any fear of being out and about with people.
He's simply stopped caring about time.
At least he can't imagine it today. Arm in arm with Julia -- his friend, his confidante, his almost-love, the shore to his ocean -- he walks into the bar from upstairs. Again, he has no idea how long it's been since he was down here, though he thinks it's only been a couple of days. It's not that he has any fear of being out and about with people.
He's simply stopped caring about time.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 03:25 pmabotticellilady.livejournal.comAfter talking to Alanna, Bianca sends an owl to Tom (the letter writen in her distinctive Italian hand), and then heads back to the House of Arch.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 04:15 pmfirewitandhate.livejournal.comPre-Milliways: a conversation on the Rainbow Bridge.
The door to Milliways opens, and a rainbow seems to be heading directly into it. Out steps a man, tall and thin, red-haired, whose hair seems to rise like flames. His eyes also are red, and he's clothed in an orange shirt and breeches. He looks around the room, and says, "Ymirs ætt. Hvert inn à nÃu heimurnir er Ég?"
[[Edit: OOC note: any previous millicanon with the Loki of norse myth is being ignored with this character. That is not to say that the millicanon of norse myth is being ignore. Just the previous myth!Loki's actions in-bar.]]
The door to Milliways opens, and a rainbow seems to be heading directly into it. Out steps a man, tall and thin, red-haired, whose hair seems to rise like flames. His eyes also are red, and he's clothed in an orange shirt and breeches. He looks around the room, and says, "Ymirs ætt. Hvert inn à nÃu heimurnir er Ég?"
[[Edit: OOC note: any previous millicanon with the Loki of norse myth is being ignored with this character. That is not to say that the millicanon of norse myth is being ignore. Just the previous myth!Loki's actions in-bar.]]
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Jan. 9th, 2006 04:19 pmscapepigSnowball just couldn't resist taking the solenoid apart.
He has decided to improve it. Instead of a basic toilet roll wrapped in a lot of wire (with a range of about two bar stools) there are now four long twigs strapped under a heck of a lot more wire to make it bigger. He tried filling it with spoons to see if they were iron.
They weren't.
So now he's dropping the spoons repeatedly on the floor to demagnetise them in case he gets in trouble with whoever owns them.
He has decided to improve it. Instead of a basic toilet roll wrapped in a lot of wire (with a range of about two bar stools) there are now four long twigs strapped under a heck of a lot more wire to make it bigger. He tried filling it with spoons to see if they were iron.
They weren't.
So now he's dropping the spoons repeatedly on the floor to demagnetise them in case he gets in trouble with whoever owns them.
Out of Milliways
Jan. 9th, 2006 04:21 pm3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com>> January 9th, 2006: The New Hire
[OOM: As Goldy prepares for the rescue mission, Alanna gets a glimpse of some future weapon technologies before formally accepting Goldy's proposal of double agency on behalf of her and Bernard. The details of the role are laid out, and a first target presented.]
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Jan. 9th, 2006 04:30 pmnot_that_spikeEvery step forward is something to celebrate, he thinks, and besides, he's tired of being injured. He's ready for it to be over. He's at that stage of healing that some shrink would probably label denial, but Spike's always called it the get the fuck over it and move your sorry ass milestone. Plus, he wants to get Beth back to Mars to see Doc and he knows she won't go if he's not doing better.
So he's doing better. Like it or not, he's doing better. True or not, he's doing better.
He might not be moving with his usual careless ease, but he's moving nonetheless.
Taking on a rival Syndicate by himself aside, he kind of can't wait to get back to Mars. Their trip got interrupted and he wasn't ready to come back. Of course, it might be that he's never going to be ready to come back once they get out there again. But for right now he's made one concession to what happened: his left arm is in a sling. He promised Beth he wouldn't overuse it, because that's when the bullet hole opens up again and starts to bleed.
See, Slim, I can behave when I want. I swear I can.
So he's doing better. Like it or not, he's doing better. True or not, he's doing better.
He might not be moving with his usual careless ease, but he's moving nonetheless.
Taking on a rival Syndicate by himself aside, he kind of can't wait to get back to Mars. Their trip got interrupted and he wasn't ready to come back. Of course, it might be that he's never going to be ready to come back once they get out there again. But for right now he's made one concession to what happened: his left arm is in a sling. He promised Beth he wouldn't overuse it, because that's when the bullet hole opens up again and starts to bleed.
See, Slim, I can behave when I want. I swear I can.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 04:31 pmlast_adam[OOM: After talking and again with Liam, Adam and Alanna head back to their room for (shock) more talking, and a nap.]
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Jan. 9th, 2006 04:34 pmslayer_fray[OOC: Millitimed to sunset Mondy night]
They need to go, and they need to go soon.
Mel - the Phoenix - both of them, are pacing the lake shore restlessly. Three days at the most, he said. Well, it's been more than three days, and they - she - doesn't know how long they can wait. If the others aren't ready soon, she has every intention of cutting through now and going without them.
Rachel's dying. She needs them.
They need to go.
They need to go, and they need to go soon.
Mel - the Phoenix - both of them, are pacing the lake shore restlessly. Three days at the most, he said. Well, it's been more than three days, and they - she - doesn't know how long they can wait. If the others aren't ready soon, she has every intention of cutting through now and going without them.
Rachel's dying. She needs them.
They need to go.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 04:47 pmhopeitsworthitHis leather coat rubs against the leather of the booth, creating a farting noise that has finally driven Dean crazy. He takes his coat off, throwing it against the wall next to him in frustration before taking a sip of his beer.
He seems to be drinking a lot lately.
He seems to be drinking a lot lately.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 04:52 pmbeautybeloved.livejournal.comThe front door opens, and a distracted-looking young (young? Perhaps) man walks in, attention entirely on the chain of flowers in his hands.
He's murmuring to himself, "daisy to peony, to primrose, to violet..."
He's murmuring to himself, "daisy to peony, to primrose, to violet..."
pineappl-chunks.livejournal.comA woman appears in the bar. True there is a door behind her, which looks like it belongs to Starbug but she's not used it. Something must have happened. Dave, he had to be safe. Cat and Kryten too. The last human alive could now quite possibly be not and even if she was still alive she had no idea how to get back to the Starbug she seemed to have vanished from.
"Dave?"
Kristine Kochanski is confused and just wants to get back to her Dave, not be in some bar. Though it could be useful.
"Dave?"
Kristine Kochanski is confused and just wants to get back to her Dave, not be in some bar. Though it could be useful.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 05:10 pmholostar.livejournal.comThe door creaks open, and a thin, blonde woman steps through with a small bundled up baby in her arms. She walks through, with all pretense of putting said baby in bed. She stops, and glances around.
Definitely not Cherith's room. Or even Davin's. No, this was a bar. And to her knowledge, Soontir hadn't put a bar in their house on Csilla when they did those renovations. No, it had only been two more bedrooms and a playroom. No bars. kthnx.
Cherith whimpers in her arms softly, and Syal carefully shifts her, as she pads into the room.
Welcome to Milliways, far from your hiding place, Syal Fel.
Definitely not Cherith's room. Or even Davin's. No, this was a bar. And to her knowledge, Soontir hadn't put a bar in their house on Csilla when they did those renovations. No, it had only been two more bedrooms and a playroom. No bars. kthnx.
Cherith whimpers in her arms softly, and Syal carefully shifts her, as she pads into the room.
Welcome to Milliways, far from your hiding place, Syal Fel.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 05:10 pmnamoNámo is seated in a booth with tea and the chocolate pastries Nerdanel was always going on about lately. He also has a book in hand, a collection of works of some of the great British playwrights.
He is engrossed in the book, his head bent, as he idly fingers the string of colourful acorns around his neck.
He is engrossed in the book, his head bent, as he idly fingers the string of colourful acorns around his neck.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 05:22 pmfaithful-slayer.livejournal.comSlayer inna bar, having coffee and flipping through some photographs, occasionally bursting into laughter. Some of the photos are apparently rather embarassing.
Feel free to come talk.
Feel free to come talk.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 05:32 pmgalactic-prez.livejournal.com[OOM: From the Adriatic Sun Prime: President Beeblebrox resigns! Eccentrica Gallumbits to replace him! Full Story, page 19.]
The door opens, and a two-headed man stolls into a bar, hooking his thumbs into his belt and surveying the area over the top of his smoked glasses, with two very satisfied grins.
"Right on!" he says, eventually, "Home sweet Milliways! Hey, baby, I'm back in town. Yeah, all right."
And so Zaphod Beeblebrox, ex-President of the Universe, saunters through the bar to sit himself down at the counter, running a hand over the bartop fondly.
"Bar, baby. Have anything for me today, sweetness?"
A pause.
And then a very large, very vibrant drink appears before him.
"Hey, yeah. That's what I'm talkin' about. Hey, baby. Good to be back."
The door opens, and a two-headed man stolls into a bar, hooking his thumbs into his belt and surveying the area over the top of his smoked glasses, with two very satisfied grins.
"Right on!" he says, eventually, "Home sweet Milliways! Hey, baby, I'm back in town. Yeah, all right."
And so Zaphod Beeblebrox, ex-President of the Universe, saunters through the bar to sit himself down at the counter, running a hand over the bartop fondly.
"Bar, baby. Have anything for me today, sweetness?"
A pause.
And then a very large, very vibrant drink appears before him.
"Hey, yeah. That's what I'm talkin' about. Hey, baby. Good to be back."
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Jan. 9th, 2006 05:36 pmgorlim.livejournal.comA poofy calico cat trots down the stairs and into the bar, trailed closely by a skinny, traitorous Adan who smells curiously of cinnamon. He isn't following the cat so much as the cat is leading him. The arrangement works for HER anyway. And by the looks of it, she's doing it just to amuse herself. Because Gorlim is an amusing guy, clambering over chairs and onto tables trying to catch the kitty.
Come interrupt their bizarreness.
Come interrupt their bizarreness.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 05:43 pmunderwater-owl.livejournal.comPreoccupied, years younger-looking, and rather twitchy.
But all the same, a Prince of Amber in the bar.
Wearing, for old times sake, a pin that says 'Bites When Provoked.' Please feel free not to provoke.
But all the same, a Prince of Amber in the bar.
Wearing, for old times sake, a pin that says 'Bites When Provoked.' Please feel free not to provoke.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 05:48 pmalien-isabel.livejournal.comAnd what do we have here? Alien Princess in the bar for the first time in...forever. But she's been busy working on pursuing her modeling dream, being married, etc. She looks happy and that's always good. Happy relaxed Isabel. She wasn't expecting to end up in the bar, but is quite happy to be there. She immediately looks around for those she knows.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 05:49 pmcywyllogIn the observation area sits a Welsh princess, curled up in a chair. At the window itself and not very far from that chair at all, are two little princes, fully engrossed in watching the stars explode.
Cywyllog figures this will last just long enough for her to finish a cup of tea. Further distractions are welcome.
Cywyllog figures this will last just long enough for her to finish a cup of tea. Further distractions are welcome.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 05:54 pmincrediblyshy.livejournal.comAnd a young super is in the bar. With her milkshake of course. She needs it. Perhaps it helps sustain her? Who knows? Not her, that much is certain.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 05:58 pmqsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.comDarien trots down the steps, still a little weirded out by life, the universe, and everything but dealing with it. Loud orange pants and a tank top make sure he's visible enough. Behind him, still a little weirded out by the end of life, the universe and everything (or maybe just the drinking establishment that seems to have situated itself there) is Kevin, dressed in khakis and a polo shirt. Darien tugs on his arm like a little kid and Kevin rolls his eyes because he's used to it, but eventually, they make their way to the bar counter.
Beers are ordered and the first sip is taken before Darien nudges Kevin's shoulder with his elbow. He almost misses his mouth with the bottle and gives Darien a look before Darien throws the puppy dog eyes his way and calms down a little.
Feel free to come over and say hello to the Fawkes boys.
[ooc: Tag and get one or both -- dork or delinquent]
Beers are ordered and the first sip is taken before Darien nudges Kevin's shoulder with his elbow. He almost misses his mouth with the bottle and gives Darien a look before Darien throws the puppy dog eyes his way and calms down a little.
Feel free to come over and say hello to the Fawkes boys.
[ooc: Tag and get one or both -- dork or delinquent]
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Jan. 9th, 2006 06:06 pmempath-wiggin.livejournal.comOh, look. Val in the bar, in green skirt and black t-shirt. Because she raids her mun's closet.
Do come talk to her. She could probably use conversation.
Do come talk to her. She could probably use conversation.
Hanging Out
Jan. 9th, 2006 06:14 pmgo-between.livejournal.comRichard has not been in the bar for a very long time, but he's here now and playing on the harth rug with Joshua, whos wings are cased and is crawling rather well now.
"...The prince turned his horse and rode home, and went straight to his father's kitchen, and there sat Rashin-Coatie. He kent her at once, she was so bonnie; and when she tried on the shoe it fitted her, and so the prince married Rashin-Coatie, and they lived happy, and built a house for the red calf, who had been so kind to her."
"...The prince turned his horse and rode home, and went straight to his father's kitchen, and there sat Rashin-Coatie. He kent her at once, she was so bonnie; and when she tried on the shoe it fitted her, and so the prince married Rashin-Coatie, and they lived happy, and built a house for the red calf, who had been so kind to her."
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Jan. 9th, 2006 06:17 pmskjaldmeyjar.livejournal.comOne thing about January? It is just a few short months until Spring.
Spring.
Thus, there is Svava looking through her stack of wedding books the Bar gave her, along with paper for lists and notes.
Spring.
Thus, there is Svava looking through her stack of wedding books the Bar gave her, along with paper for lists and notes.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 06:30 pmdragonofgrey.livejournal.comSo there's this snarky wizard in the bar.
Taking up the Milliways hobby of people watching.
Namely because Draco might seem paranoid, but people are really out to get him.
So not so paranoid, but definitely wary.
Taking up the Milliways hobby of people watching.
Namely because Draco might seem paranoid, but people are really out to get him.
So not so paranoid, but definitely wary.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 07:16 pmteach-them-all.livejournal.comMesaana is sitting in a table out of the way. A tall woman with short cut dark hair in an elegantly cut black dress. An intense look in her icy blue eyes as she reads from the technical documents in front of her.
Evil is in the bar with a cup of tea. She likes her tea with honey.
Evil is in the bar with a cup of tea. She likes her tea with honey.
Happy Milliversary, Michael!
Jan. 9th, 2006 07:17 pmstill-michael.livejournal.comThe door opened onto a comfortable but small apartment, with an LA sunset showing through the windows. Michael's hand was on the doorknob, his arm around Kitt.
"... I think we've just been re-routed..."
"... I think we've just been re-routed..."
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Jan. 9th, 2006 07:23 pmthe_antiangstAngel, couch by fireplace, hot chocolate and paradoxes, skirt and Giant Sweatshirt.
Instant entrance post, just add the rest of the sentence.
Instant entrance post, just add the rest of the sentence.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 07:26 pmfirewitandhate.livejournal.comAfter this.
Loki is sitting at the bar, drinking mead. After all, what else do you do when you find out your blood brother's relayed tale of your destruction of the Aesir is right?
Loki is sitting at the bar, drinking mead. After all, what else do you do when you find out your blood brother's relayed tale of your destruction of the Aesir is right?
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Jan. 9th, 2006 07:45 pmstbethadettesBeth was glad she didn't find Spike in his room.
And she feels even better after coming downstairs and actually seeing him in the bar and wearing that sling.
She knows he wants to get her out there again and hell, she wants to go. But she won't stand for him doing much more than peeking out through the door if he's still in bad shape. Not when there's the slightest chance that they could open the door and find something dangerous waiting for them.
She heads to the bar first to get a martini for each of them, promising herself she won't have more than one. She's far from an alcoholic, but she does have some habits here at the bar that she figures she should be more careful about now.
And she feels even better after coming downstairs and actually seeing him in the bar and wearing that sling.
She knows he wants to get her out there again and hell, she wants to go. But she won't stand for him doing much more than peeking out through the door if he's still in bad shape. Not when there's the slightest chance that they could open the door and find something dangerous waiting for them.
She heads to the bar first to get a martini for each of them, promising herself she won't have more than one. She's far from an alcoholic, but she does have some habits here at the bar that she figures she should be more careful about now.
(Wake up.)
Jan. 9th, 2006 08:09 pmanthy-rosebride.livejournal.com[OOC: At some point following this.]
It's been a while since Anthy's visited the greenhouse.
She's moving aimlessly through rows of unfamiliar flowers, eyes unfocused, and she doesn't make a sound. One hand is knotted into her skirt, and one is trailing over the leaves; her lips are pale and tight with shock.
It's been a while since Anthy's visited the greenhouse.
She's moving aimlessly through rows of unfamiliar flowers, eyes unfocused, and she doesn't make a sound. One hand is knotted into her skirt, and one is trailing over the leaves; her lips are pale and tight with shock.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 08:20 pmgone_byebyeRay comes down from a post-guard-duty nap and hopefully checks the sign on the bulletin board. His shoulders slump; there's been no sign...
Ah, well.
He heads over to the Bar to get something for dinner. He'll be going out back for exercise later.
Ah, well.
He heads over to the Bar to get something for dinner. He'll be going out back for exercise later.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 08:22 pmmaid-of-astolat.livejournal.comElaine Chappelle (née Le Blanke) is in the bar, sewing quite contentedly in a corner of the sofa by the fire.
She could do this in the flat, of course, but that would mean that she wouldn't get to talk to people she's not seen since before Christmas.
Despite the reaction of Ryan's daughter to her father's marriage to her, and despite her worries about David, Elaine is quite happy. It's a quiet sort of happiness, the kind that lasts even through worry.
One might call it joy.
She has her sewing basket by the fire and she's sewing with a small smile on her face. She's dressed in full medieval dress, and the blue fabric from her gown pools on the floor by her feet.
She could do this in the flat, of course, but that would mean that she wouldn't get to talk to people she's not seen since before Christmas.
Despite the reaction of Ryan's daughter to her father's marriage to her, and despite her worries about David, Elaine is quite happy. It's a quiet sort of happiness, the kind that lasts even through worry.
One might call it joy.
She has her sewing basket by the fire and she's sewing with a small smile on her face. She's dressed in full medieval dress, and the blue fabric from her gown pools on the floor by her feet.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 08:27 pmsaionjisenpai.livejournal.com[OOM: Which]
The young Japanese man who comes through the door is willowy in more than one sense. He's tall and slim and moves with the boneless grace of seventeen, and the tied-back hair that hangs down to his narrow hips is leaf-green. He's dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt, with a denim jacket, and for a moment his face is tense and introspective; he's not really paying attention to his surroundings.
That doesn't last very long.
This is not a noodle shop. Not even a little bit.
The young Japanese man who comes through the door is willowy in more than one sense. He's tall and slim and moves with the boneless grace of seventeen, and the tied-back hair that hangs down to his narrow hips is leaf-green. He's dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt, with a denim jacket, and for a moment his face is tense and introspective; he's not really paying attention to his surroundings.
That doesn't last very long.
This is not a noodle shop. Not even a little bit.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 08:32 pmdoor-2-door.livejournal.comBecause the mun is bored, the previous entry is far enough back, and the man is sick of being outside in the cold,
There is a tall-ish fellow, in a suit, in the bar, once more. He's sitting at a table, a few books open around him, and some paper. He's writing things down on occasion, but he's got a pretty good memory, so mostly he's just watching. -And not even surreptitiously tonight.
Really, he just looks like another patron, distracted from his work, by people watching. And he would be, except that watching is the most important part of his job just now, so he doesn't miss much.
There is a tall-ish fellow, in a suit, in the bar, once more. He's sitting at a table, a few books open around him, and some paper. He's writing things down on occasion, but he's got a pretty good memory, so mostly he's just watching. -And not even surreptitiously tonight.
Really, he just looks like another patron, distracted from his work, by people watching. And he would be, except that watching is the most important part of his job just now, so he doesn't miss much.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 08:37 pmundergnd-leader.livejournal.comThere's a Librian Libriarian still in the bar, kind of afraid that if he leaves this place will disappear forever.
In the meantime he's managed to procure paper and a pencil.
The man's experimenting with Art.
Critic at your leisure.
In the meantime he's managed to procure paper and a pencil.
The man's experimenting with Art.
Critic at your leisure.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 08:46 pmmagius-unlocked.livejournal.comMagius sits at a booth near the fire, reading. There are a number of scrolls set in piles across the table. A small glass of red wine hovers over the table within his reach. A quiet night, for him, in Milliways.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 08:48 pmgris_bug_manFather and daughter are in the bar. The father is reading a book to the daughter, who is utterly fascinated by her toes.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 08:54 pmsinglesoledjest.livejournal.comMercutio bounds down the stairs, beaming. The reason for the high wattage of his smile follows at a more sedate pace, but Benvolio is grinning widely as well. At the door, Mercutio turns and hugs Benvolio hard, smile fading a little. "Stay safe, and... please come back, I beg of thou."
Benvolio holds Mercutio's eyes. "I swear so."
They are silent for a moment, Mercutio's gaze on Benvolio's almost fierce. And then he breaks the tension with a sharp nod and another hard hug, before stepping back. Benvolio swallows and opens the door. Mercutio starts forward involuntarily, because it is Verona, and is brought up short by a barrier he cannot break. He swears, softly and furiously and choked, and Benvolio pulls him into yet another hug, incapable of making the break. They stand, clinging tightly, for a few minutes, before finally, "Go. Go!" Mercutio pulls himself back and gives Benvolio a gentle push.
The Montague squares his shoulders, grips his rapier, and steps through. The door closes apologetically behind him.
Mercutio looks like he needs some company.
Benvolio holds Mercutio's eyes. "I swear so."
They are silent for a moment, Mercutio's gaze on Benvolio's almost fierce. And then he breaks the tension with a sharp nod and another hard hug, before stepping back. Benvolio swallows and opens the door. Mercutio starts forward involuntarily, because it is Verona, and is brought up short by a barrier he cannot break. He swears, softly and furiously and choked, and Benvolio pulls him into yet another hug, incapable of making the break. They stand, clinging tightly, for a few minutes, before finally, "Go. Go!" Mercutio pulls himself back and gives Benvolio a gentle push.
The Montague squares his shoulders, grips his rapier, and steps through. The door closes apologetically behind him.
Mercutio looks like he needs some company.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 08:56 pmaction-antihero.livejournal.comSomeone hasn't been sleeping too well, which is why Jack's used up his coffee ration for the day already and is downing a glass of juice at the bar instead. He's also reading and listening to his iPod, which is offering up some more contemplative, quiet stuff. Perhaps not a good idea as it's likely to make him sleepy.
[ooc:On phone, should be off soonish. Back!]
[ooc:
Happy Hour
Jan. 9th, 2006 08:58 pmcollects_earsWhistling to himself, George slips behind the bar.
After being gone several days, it feels good to be back.
He glances at the specials board, makes a couple of quick additions then announces:
"Tonight's drinks are Oasis, Opal Cocktail, Orlando Amethyst, The Other Half.."
"What'll it be?
After being gone several days, it feels good to be back.
He glances at the specials board, makes a couple of quick additions then announces:
"Tonight's drinks are Oasis, Opal Cocktail, Orlando Amethyst, The Other Half.."
"What'll it be?
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Jan. 9th, 2006 09:13 pmcourt-drunk.livejournal.comThe door opens and a middle-aged knight enters the Bar.
He has a letter tucked in his pocket.
He's looking for his daughter and a drink.
In no particular order.
He has a letter tucked in his pocket.
He's looking for his daughter and a drink.
In no particular order.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 09:14 pmmnt_raph*Raph is at the bar nursing a beer.
He's not damp, so he's clearly been inside for a while.
Must be cold though, why else would he be wearing those fingerless gloves with the silver rune embroidery?*
He's not damp, so he's clearly been inside for a while.
Must be cold though, why else would he be wearing those fingerless gloves with the silver rune embroidery?*
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Jan. 9th, 2006 09:44 pmnever-mourned.livejournal.comHonestly, if she knew there was house dropping about, she wouldn't even venture out much now.
But since she's one of the most antisocial creatures known to exist, she doesn't.
Which is why Elphaba is curled up, knees against her chest, in the corner of a chair reading.
She's also humming, softly, and not really aware of it.
But since she's one of the most antisocial creatures known to exist, she doesn't.
Which is why Elphaba is curled up, knees against her chest, in the corner of a chair reading.
She's also humming, softly, and not really aware of it.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 10:02 pmbadinlatinEven when Mal's planetside, he's hardly ever off of Serenity for long.
Besides, he missed having liquor. An abbey is not the best place for finding some, you know. Maybe he'll bring some back, even.
Otherwise, he is holding a video capture in one hand at a table, a pocket-sized plain book to one side.
Steal a grape at your own peril.
Besides, he missed having liquor. An abbey is not the best place for finding some, you know. Maybe he'll bring some back, even.
Otherwise, he is holding a video capture in one hand at a table, a pocket-sized plain book to one side.
Steal a grape at your own peril.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 10:04 pmastral-brat.livejournal.comBen likes the House of Arch. It's quiet when he wants it, nice and warm and safe. It feels safe enough that he even risked opening up to the Force, and since nothing terribly bad happened, he's open to it now, just faintly, as he wanders out into the main bar.
He had been heading for the stairs, up to the sims, but ran into a bit of a distraction on the way. A certain pilot playing with a bunch of toy ships (no, setting up a very accurate battle, really).
Yeah, that's right. Wes Janson and Ben Skywalker, in the same place at the same time, recreating what must be the Old New Republic Alliance Battle of Yavinhothendor, from the looks of the ships.
"Killik dartships incoming!"
"What? No bugs, kid! I said no bugs!"
"You're the one with Ewok crews in your ships..."
[ooc: mun should go to bed at midnight GMT. mun probably won't, but might, so fair warning. :)]
He had been heading for the stairs, up to the sims, but ran into a bit of a distraction on the way. A certain pilot playing with a bunch of toy ships (no, setting up a very accurate battle, really).
Yeah, that's right. Wes Janson and Ben Skywalker, in the same place at the same time, recreating what must be the Old New Republic Alliance Battle of Yavinhothendor, from the looks of the ships.
"Killik dartships incoming!"
"What? No bugs, kid! I said no bugs!"
"You're the one with Ewok crews in your ships..."
[ooc: mun should go to bed at midnight GMT. mun probably won't, but might, so fair warning. :)]
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Jan. 9th, 2006 10:32 pmguppy_sandhuOn a table are a packet of fruit shortcake biscuits, a completed epithelium jigsaw and a sign.
The doctor is in
Next to the table is Guppy, who has music playing on his cd walkman and earphones in one ear.
Most of the time he watches the bar. Now and again he has a biscuit.
The doctor is in
Next to the table is Guppy, who has music playing on his cd walkman and earphones in one ear.
Most of the time he watches the bar. Now and again he has a biscuit.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 10:45 pmla-calice.livejournal.comUtena slept through her alarm.
And then she forgot dinner.
And feel asleep again.
So it is a rather bemused, cranky looking girl coming down the stairs, buttoning up her uniform jacket, and because Utena has never been all that observant at the best of times, she completely misses seeing the young man by the door until after she's gotten her tea from Bar.
And when she does, her eyes widen.
And then she forgot dinner.
And feel asleep again.
So it is a rather bemused, cranky looking girl coming down the stairs, buttoning up her uniform jacket, and because Utena has never been all that observant at the best of times, she completely misses seeing the young man by the door until after she's gotten her tea from Bar.
And when she does, her eyes widen.
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Jan. 9th, 2006 11:06 pmand-far-away.livejournal.comSharpe is sitting in a booth, the dog out of sight and asleep in the other side.
