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clumsy_auror[OOC: Plans are made for the near future. Not the easiest conversation, but it ends up well enough.]
Mar. 7th, 2006
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jackdriscoll.livejournal.com[ In New York City, 1999:
Day 1: Heal thyself and live. Jack Driscoll tries a home remedy for a broken heart.
Lyrics used are from "When the Red, Red Robin Comes Bob, Bobbin' Along." ]
Day 1: Heal thyself and live. Jack Driscoll tries a home remedy for a broken heart.
Lyrics used are from "When the Red, Red Robin Comes Bob, Bobbin' Along." ]
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Mar. 7th, 2006 02:43 amundignifiedIt is a dark time for Milliways. Although the coding has been completed, lecturers have driven the mun to an all-nighter and insisted on tedious documentation.
Evading the dreaded University Starfleet, Wes Janson has established his place in the bar at the end of the universe.
A plate of evil cookies, obsessed with ambushing young (errr, sort-of-young) Janson, must be eaten (and thrown randomly at patrons) to prevent a hostile takeover...
AKA, Wes inna bar with Oreos. He might have just thrown one at you. DON'T PUT IT PAST HIM.
Evading the dreaded University Starfleet, Wes Janson has established his place in the bar at the end of the universe.
A plate of evil cookies, obsessed with ambushing young (errr, sort-of-young) Janson, must be eaten (and thrown randomly at patrons) to prevent a hostile takeover...
AKA, Wes inna bar with Oreos. He might have just thrown one at you. DON'T PUT IT PAST HIM.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 04:18 amjust-a-soldier.livejournal.com[OOM: Jaina and Aeryn complete their respective tasks, it does not go without a hitch.]
[OOC: Ok, I'm so proud of this. Jenny and I rock, I think it's really well written. Also, dontcha just hate it when random PK's take on personalities. If I'd know this was going to happen I'd have made an icon for the kid. For those interested, Jan Tergan looks like this. Also you can read some of his backstory in a requested drabble here.]
[OOC: Ok, I'm so proud of this. Jenny and I rock, I think it's really well written. Also, dontcha just hate it when random PK's take on personalities. If I'd know this was going to happen I'd have made an icon for the kid. For those interested, Jan Tergan looks like this. Also you can read some of his backstory in a requested drabble here.]
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Mar. 7th, 2006 05:04 amtimsbooks.livejournal.comHey, look at that!
There's a hellspawn, in the bar. He's dressed completely casuallly, except for the mask. Cause, he wants to be recognised, it seems.
He also has a picnic basket, and a bouquet of roses.
Are they for you? Proably.
There's a hellspawn, in the bar. He's dressed completely casuallly, except for the mask. Cause, he wants to be recognised, it seems.
He also has a picnic basket, and a bouquet of roses.
Are they for you? Proably.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 06:32 amamanda-darieux.livejournal.comLounging around in sweats with a glass of OJ. She is sitting by the fire. Amanda keeps her eyes lazily on the staircase. A novel rest to her side and she is scribbling on a note pad. What if anyone gets closer would look like notes.
Feel free to distract her.
Feel free to distract her.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 06:52 amconflictedhero.livejournal.comBruce sits at the Bar, eating breakfast and reading a scientific magazine. His attention is on his reading and not much else. Occasionally he pushes his glasses back up his nose as they threaten to slip off, but it is a losing battle.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 06:54 amknight-sparhawk.livejournal.comOut in the stables, Sparhawk is leading Faran in to care for him and put him away for the morning after a good morning ride. He is dressed, as usual, in his chain mail and cloak, sword at his side and the small pouch of Bhelliom inside his shirt. It has been a good few weeks, but he is feeling very cabin fever-ish as he has been here much longer than he was ready to be.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 07:59 aminquisitiveheroHank sits at a table, watching the Door. He has moved to a new one since last night, having stayed the night, at least. Now he is eating breakfast as he watches the Bar. But his eyes stray back to the Door every little while and His face is expressionless.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 10:45 amoldromansaint.livejournal.comWhen the door opened for Santino, it gave a clear view of ever-bustling Rome. Streets well-lit, people and action going on all over. The sounds of clubs and cafes echoed in through the door a little, giving the insiders a glimpse of red-painted Italian steel parked outside before the door closed.
He sat down at a table, in plain view, without ordering a drink. Santino didn't expect to have to wait long.
[OOC: Actually, nevermind. Have at.]
He sat down at a table, in plain view, without ordering a drink. Santino didn't expect to have to wait long.
[OOC: Actually, nevermind. Have at.]
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Mar. 7th, 2006 11:00 amtoomanypostits.livejournal.comHolding onto a Post-It note reading:
T. Universe
ETD: ∞
Rube strolls in through the front door with a wry grin on his face. He actually hadn't expected that to work.
He heads to a booth and orders some coffee from a waitrat.
Feel free to bother.
T. Universe
ETD: ∞
Rube strolls in through the front door with a wry grin on his face. He actually hadn't expected that to work.
He heads to a booth and orders some coffee from a waitrat.
Feel free to bother.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 11:26 amdragon_twinAs seems to be the norm, the day after one twin enteres, the other one follows. Melou opens the door and walks inside, in a fairly good mood. He won all his sparring matches today and thinks he deserves a reward.
He takes a seat at the bar and orders some of that foodof the future! that Eddie gave him, plunking down a few coins. He picks at it mostly, and looks around the room for interesting people to talk to.
He takes a seat at the bar and orders some of that food
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Mar. 7th, 2006 11:34 ampendragon-son.livejournal.comWhen Melehan walks in, carrying a heavy book, he's still walking a bit stiffly. Not as badly as before, though, which can only be a good thing. He doesn't glance around, just finds himself a table and starts to read.
He has worked out that time pauses while he's here - all the more time to read, and less time for the monks to notice his 'borrowing'.
[ooc: mun is here for a bit, then gone for two hours, and then back again.]
He has worked out that time pauses while he's here - all the more time to read, and less time for the monks to notice his 'borrowing'.
[ooc: mun is here for a bit, then gone for two hours, and then back again.]
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Mar. 7th, 2006 12:51 pmasylum-alice.livejournal.comAlice crept in at some point when you weren't looking. Now she sits on one of the stools at the counter and is nursing a hot chocolate, because as all of time and space knows, chocolate is even better than certain things that wouldn't interest a mad girl with a knife as long as her forearm.
Feel free to talk to her. She's polite and unless you're the Queen of Hearts (or one of her henchpeople or -animals), she won't stab you.
(Slow-time will be required ... Tag away, and will responds asap.)
Feel free to talk to her. She's polite and unless you're the Queen of Hearts (or one of her henchpeople or -animals), she won't stab you.
(Slow-time will be required ... Tag away, and will responds asap.)
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Mar. 7th, 2006 01:47 pmgotham-knocking.livejournal.comIt was supperitme after a long and oddly quiet day for Knox. The counterfeiting story, to his surprise, didn't have legs. So he spent the day checking with his sources for gangland gossip. Juicy stuff, but all hearsay. Still, he didn't mind that things were quieter, or that for once someone else was buying the drinks at Murray's.
Knox thus arrived in the Bar slightly tipsy, and looking for dinner.
Come say hi.
Knox thus arrived in the Bar slightly tipsy, and looking for dinner.
Come say hi.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 01:51 pmgondolin-noble.livejournal.comWhile Nerdanel busied herself with figuring out what to pack, and what to wear, Glorfindel made his way back downstairs to settle his tab (and hers, if one is to be quite honest), and to return the practice blades he had gotten some days before. Now he waits by the door, a small, pleased, bemused smile on his face. He is going home, and he is bringing his family with him.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 02:11 pmsomeonesdogAngua's actually pretty relaxed. It's been dull in Ankh-Morpork recently, and she's had a couple of pelasant beats with Carrot.
It's nice when your boyfriend has an ability to make a work shift feel like a date.
Hence contented smile as she eats her pasta and sips from her beer.
It's nice when your boyfriend has an ability to make a work shift feel like a date.
Hence contented smile as she eats her pasta and sips from her beer.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 02:49 pmlvpd_sidleNothing helps distraction like a fresh batch of slides to be sorted.
Three weeks
Sara has her microscope, a cup of coffee, and a reasonably serene expression. Disturb at will.
Three weeks
Sara has her microscope, a cup of coffee, and a reasonably serene expression. Disturb at will.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 03:02 pmnerdanel_the_wisePregnant Elf sewing.
Not knittng, sewing.
She also has a basket beside her.
Rats occasionally come by with food or a new hot water bottle to help keep the Elf comfortable, and she looks relatively rested. It helps that she just woke up. She is humming quietly, her fingers moving with practiced ease, and her smile is soft and happy.
She is as relaxed as she has been in weeks.
Not knittng, sewing.
She also has a basket beside her.
Rats occasionally come by with food or a new hot water bottle to help keep the Elf comfortable, and she looks relatively rested. It helps that she just woke up. She is humming quietly, her fingers moving with practiced ease, and her smile is soft and happy.
She is as relaxed as she has been in weeks.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 03:07 pmsong_tra_bongWhether it was from talking to Arithon last night or just all the telir she drank, Mary Anne slept soundly for once. Right up until she rolled face-first out of bed.
So if she keeps rubbing at her forehead, it's probably to check for the possibility of a bruise.
On her table, there's a pizza liberally covered in pineapple and bacon--the breakfast/brunch/lunch of champions.
Recovering curse victim with food to share. Have at.
[ooc: tags may be slow later on due to nap and/or the making of waffles, but the mun should be around for a bit]
So if she keeps rubbing at her forehead, it's probably to check for the possibility of a bruise.
On her table, there's a pizza liberally covered in pineapple and bacon--the breakfast/brunch/lunch of champions.
Recovering curse victim with food to share. Have at.
[ooc: tags may be slow later on due to nap and/or the making of waffles, but the mun should be around for a bit]
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Mar. 7th, 2006 03:48 pmguppy_sandhuOver in one dark corner, in a booth, is a table.
And on that table there are some empty coffee cups and lots and lots of paper.
And on top of the paper is a young doctor with his head resting on his hands facing down towards the table. And indeed the paper.
He could say that he's not hoping that when he opens his eyes all the paper will be read, processed and digested by his brain, but that would be an utter lie.
Judging by the large black cat under the table eating one of the sheets, one out of the three might be achievable.
[ooc: The mun be disappearing until 2pmESTish for carvery bar night at the dining hall. Mmm, carvery bar...]
And on that table there are some empty coffee cups and lots and lots of paper.
And on top of the paper is a young doctor with his head resting on his hands facing down towards the table. And indeed the paper.
He could say that he's not hoping that when he opens his eyes all the paper will be read, processed and digested by his brain, but that would be an utter lie.
Judging by the large black cat under the table eating one of the sheets, one out of the three might be achievable.
[ooc: The mun be disappearing until 2pmESTish for carvery bar night at the dining hall. Mmm, carvery bar...]
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Mar. 7th, 2006 04:40 pmunderwater-owl.livejournal.comThe re-entrance is nothing dramatic.
It's just a small man who hasn't been there for, well shit, nearly six weeks, if you're going by his watch. About a third of that here, but there's still a quiet satisfaction as he leans back in his armchair, setting his feet on a coffee table and lighting himself a cigarette.
He didn't think he'd miss the place all that much, but Random of Amber is glad to be back.
It's just a small man who hasn't been there for, well shit, nearly six weeks, if you're going by his watch. About a third of that here, but there's still a quiet satisfaction as he leans back in his armchair, setting his feet on a coffee table and lighting himself a cigarette.
He didn't think he'd miss the place all that much, but Random of Amber is glad to be back.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 04:53 pmwizard_howellThere's just the tiniest slip of grey above the doorknob. So far, no one's noticed or if they have, perhaps they assumed that Sophie, in a cleaning frenzy, wore off some of the black.
Howl certainly hopes so. Sneakily, quietly, he walks through the door and into the room or pub or illusion or whatever it really is at the end of the universe, a book of poetry tucked beneath his arm and a satisfied grin on his face and his good suit trailing long over his shirtsleeves.
The red suit, to be precise. Brushing his yellow hair back from his eyes, he looks round the room and spies a few familiar faces. Knowing people isn't necessarily a measure of comfort to him, however. Because people, he knows, can be both disguised and deceptive. As the year ticks on and midsummer grows ever nearer, he has to be cautious. He has to be on higher alert. He didn't earn a doctorate in Spells and Charms to throw it all away, after all. Or to let the Witch take it from him.
Howl certainly hopes so. Sneakily, quietly, he walks through the door and into the room or pub or illusion or whatever it really is at the end of the universe, a book of poetry tucked beneath his arm and a satisfied grin on his face and his good suit trailing long over his shirtsleeves.
The red suit, to be precise. Brushing his yellow hair back from his eyes, he looks round the room and spies a few familiar faces. Knowing people isn't necessarily a measure of comfort to him, however. Because people, he knows, can be both disguised and deceptive. As the year ticks on and midsummer grows ever nearer, he has to be cautious. He has to be on higher alert. He didn't earn a doctorate in Spells and Charms to throw it all away, after all. Or to let the Witch take it from him.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 06:20 pmnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comThe door opens, and a short figure in an overly-large bepatched bomber's jacket wanders through the door. Still a little pale, but the scanners in the medbay said she was good to go, and she's been cooped up on the TARDIS for far too long.
If one can be cooped up on a TARDIS.
Eitherway, there's very little in the way of real food on board, so she's come for dinner. Hitching herself up onto a barstool, she studies the specials board and tries to decide what to have.
If one can be cooped up on a TARDIS.
Eitherway, there's very little in the way of real food on board, so she's come for dinner. Hitching herself up onto a barstool, she studies the specials board and tries to decide what to have.
First entrance
Mar. 7th, 2006 06:28 pmshortofcrazy[OOM - After this.]
"Look, Mr. Larrabee, I'm really sorry about the solitaire and it-- won't ... happen again?"
Riley Poole is standing in the door with a laptop computer held braced against his hip with one hand. He uses the other to calmly take off his thick-rimmed glasses, clean them against his pant leg, and put them back on.
Nope, there's still a bar where his manager's office is supposed to be.
He's a small man in his early twenties, wearing a pair of tan dress pants, a blue shirt unbuttoned at the neck with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, sneakers, and a black and white tie that's a few inches too short and is loosely knotted at the neck. And he's staring with all of the staring ability he can muster, wide-eyed and wide-mouthed.
Because-- what? Just, what?
"Look, Mr. Larrabee, I'm really sorry about the solitaire and it-- won't ... happen again?"
Riley Poole is standing in the door with a laptop computer held braced against his hip with one hand. He uses the other to calmly take off his thick-rimmed glasses, clean them against his pant leg, and put them back on.
Nope, there's still a bar where his manager's office is supposed to be.
He's a small man in his early twenties, wearing a pair of tan dress pants, a blue shirt unbuttoned at the neck with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, sneakers, and a black and white tie that's a few inches too short and is loosely knotted at the neck. And he's staring with all of the staring ability he can muster, wide-eyed and wide-mouthed.
Because-- what? Just, what?
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Mar. 7th, 2006 06:30 pmjedipilot.livejournal.com[After this]
As the door shuts behind her, a girl dressed in Peacekeeper tech coveralls lands on the floor with a thump, deactivating her lightsaber through the Force before it clatters on the ground beside her.
Jaina bites down hard on her lip as a surge of pain races through her leg, cursing loudly. The blood's soaked through the pants leg by now; and the large gash on her left leg from the where pulse pistol blast had hit her looks worse than she had previously thought.
But now's not the time to think about that. She needs to get out of this lift, needs to go find Aeryn so they can-- Wait. Something's not right. Jaina blinks, turning her head to look at the lift doors. But where they should be is only a wall. A familiar wall.
"Kriff, I can't be back here," she mutters angrily. Jaina attempts to stand, to bang against the wall - to try something to get out of the bar and back to the Command Cruiser - but her leg can't support the weight and the Jedi collapses on the floor again.
"Kriff, kriff, kriff!"
[ooc: plot locked. say sorry.]
As the door shuts behind her, a girl dressed in Peacekeeper tech coveralls lands on the floor with a thump, deactivating her lightsaber through the Force before it clatters on the ground beside her.
Jaina bites down hard on her lip as a surge of pain races through her leg, cursing loudly. The blood's soaked through the pants leg by now; and the large gash on her left leg from the where pulse pistol blast had hit her looks worse than she had previously thought.
But now's not the time to think about that. She needs to get out of this lift, needs to go find Aeryn so they can-- Wait. Something's not right. Jaina blinks, turning her head to look at the lift doors. But where they should be is only a wall. A familiar wall.
"Kriff, I can't be back here," she mutters angrily. Jaina attempts to stand, to bang against the wall - to try something to get out of the bar and back to the Command Cruiser - but her leg can't support the weight and the Jedi collapses on the floor again.
"Kriff, kriff, kriff!"
[ooc: plot locked. say sorry.]
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Mar. 7th, 2006 06:42 pmbloodyrockgodCharlie has new CDs (for which everyone can thank--or curse--Jack), and has been learning new songs.
He's performing one now, out by the lake.
( His voice carries so well in the cold. )
He's performing one now, out by the lake.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 06:46 pmbohemian-mark.livejournal.com[OOM: Mark goes to Life Support.]
Mark bikes into the bar, camera on his bike, and cellphone on his ear. "Adam, listen, I.... shit." Facepalming, he props the bike against the wall, removing the camera and shuffling off to Bar. He really could use a drink. He could probably use some conversation as well. Any takers?
Mark bikes into the bar, camera on his bike, and cellphone on his ear. "Adam, listen, I.... shit." Facepalming, he props the bike against the wall, removing the camera and shuffling off to Bar. He really could use a drink. He could probably use some conversation as well. Any takers?
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Mar. 7th, 2006 07:00 pmqsilver-partner.livejournal.comNo on pulls anything over on Bobby Hobbes.
This is why, when he walks through the door expecting the Keep, he starts laughing when he sees it's a bar. "Okay! Who's doin' the pranks? Keepy? Fawkes?" He looks around, expecting somebody to pop up with noisemakers and cocktails.
This is why, when he walks through the door expecting the Keep, he starts laughing when he sees it's a bar. "Okay! Who's doin' the pranks? Keepy? Fawkes?" He looks around, expecting somebody to pop up with noisemakers and cocktails.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 07:01 pmthisfatefulhourThe door opens, and Charles steps in, nose in a book.
It takes him a moment to notice the fact that his dorm room has, once again, not appeared as expected.
". . .Finally!"
He flips the book shut, grinning, and heads towards the Bar for a cup of cocoa, keeping an eye out for a certain dead princess on the way.
It takes him a moment to notice the fact that his dorm room has, once again, not appeared as expected.
". . .Finally!"
He flips the book shut, grinning, and heads towards the Bar for a cup of cocoa, keeping an eye out for a certain dead princess on the way.
Barmaid on Duty!
Mar. 7th, 2006 07:03 pmmaid-of-astolat.livejournal.comElaine is cleaning tables as patrons vacate them, taking orders and bringing food.
That's because she is waitressing tonight.
Have at.
That's because she is waitressing tonight.
Have at.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 07:07 pmsmith-jane-mrs.livejournal.comThere was a Jane in the bar, over there in a booth where she could see the observation window on one side and the bar on the other, and everyone else in between. She liked this arrangement.
She was working her way through dinner, the usual big-as-your-head cheeseburger and half gallon of coke.
She appeared to be by herself this evening, though since the puppy had finally come downstairs, it was likely only a matter of time before he showed up again.
Quick! Hit on her now before he notices!
She was working her way through dinner, the usual big-as-your-head cheeseburger and half gallon of coke.
She appeared to be by herself this evening, though since the puppy had finally come downstairs, it was likely only a matter of time before he showed up again.
Quick! Hit on her now before he notices!
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Mar. 7th, 2006 07:10 pmangela-edmunds.livejournal.comAngela is lying on the sofa in front of the fireplace. Her legs are hanging over the arm of the sofa, and she's just staring into the flames. Her hair is fanned out behind her.
Angela has written, and studied, and assigned herself essays, and read books, and written her mom, dad, I'm in trouble letter and written what seems like reams and reams of diary entries.
She's no longer afraid to go home.
Angela is Bored, with a capital B that rhymes with P and that stands for Pouting which is what she's doing now.
Dammit, Bar, I need to go home. I need to see my brother and get this talk with my parents done, and get on with my life--I can't hang around here forever!
Every so often, she looks over to the front of the bar where she still can't see the door, and sighs.
Angela has written, and studied, and assigned herself essays, and read books, and written her mom, dad, I'm in trouble letter and written what seems like reams and reams of diary entries.
She's no longer afraid to go home.
Angela is Bored, with a capital B that rhymes with P and that stands for Pouting which is what she's doing now.
Dammit, Bar, I need to go home. I need to see my brother and get this talk with my parents done, and get on with my life--I can't hang around here forever!
Every so often, she looks over to the front of the bar where she still can't see the door, and sighs.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 07:14 pmsomnium-sum.livejournal.comThe flight of years began, have laid them down
In their last sleep--the dead reign there alone.
The door opens to allow him into the bar, closing off the grey winter of a city too full with iron to grant a second look. He is dressed modestly, with white linen shirt crisp at wrist and throat, the velvet waistcoat gone the color of merlot, the long black wool coat that smelled of exhaust fumes and wildflowers.
White hair going to silver, falling in a sheaf over his eyes. Causing the faint rose-tinted smile to appear sinister. Clean hands clasp at a long, slender thing that is wrapped in watery blue silk. And it glows dimly, flame behind shaded glass.
So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw
In silence from the living, and no friend
Take note of thy departure?
He finds his place at a table, resting the item on the tabletop. Pausing a waitrat to order ice water and grapes, and he settles.
In their last sleep--the dead reign there alone.
The door opens to allow him into the bar, closing off the grey winter of a city too full with iron to grant a second look. He is dressed modestly, with white linen shirt crisp at wrist and throat, the velvet waistcoat gone the color of merlot, the long black wool coat that smelled of exhaust fumes and wildflowers.
White hair going to silver, falling in a sheaf over his eyes. Causing the faint rose-tinted smile to appear sinister. Clean hands clasp at a long, slender thing that is wrapped in watery blue silk. And it glows dimly, flame behind shaded glass.
So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw
In silence from the living, and no friend
Take note of thy departure?
He finds his place at a table, resting the item on the tabletop. Pausing a waitrat to order ice water and grapes, and he settles.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 07:19 pmvenusadept_2Tonight, Felix's order (potato salad, in case you're interested) came with another gift. Unlike the last one, this does not sing. It is an obsidian disc with an unusual symbol on each side.
He has no idea what it means. Anyone want to help him figure it out?
He has no idea what it means. Anyone want to help him figure it out?
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Mar. 7th, 2006 07:24 pmms-w-harker.livejournal.comMina Murray (aka Mina Harker aka Mina Manco) glides downstairs from her room. As is her current wont, her neck is not hidden by a scarf, and so people are able to see the bite-marks Dracula left.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 07:39 pmshuftiToday has been a busy day for Shufti. The inn was busy and there were many people coming after lunches. They hadn't even minded that the only available meat was donkey.
So there is a sleepy pregnant girl by the fire, resting and knitting the little jumper.
So there is a sleepy pregnant girl by the fire, resting and knitting the little jumper.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 07:56 pmkudou-youji.livejournal.com[OOC: Following this incident]
Youji barely even blinks as he enters the bar.
Apparenly someone doesn't think it's too early to drink. So that's exactly what he does.
He slides up to bar, and downs half his whiskey sour in one shot. He doesn't bother to look around, much, and seems to be conscentrating on getting very drunk.
It's been one of those days, apparently.
[OOC: Why, yes, I do realise March 3 is Youji's actual birthday... but I had to work. So I'm declaring today the new March 3. It's my duty as a cockney man!]
Youji barely even blinks as he enters the bar.
Apparenly someone doesn't think it's too early to drink. So that's exactly what he does.
He slides up to bar, and downs half his whiskey sour in one shot. He doesn't bother to look around, much, and seems to be conscentrating on getting very drunk.
It's been one of those days, apparently.
[OOC: Why, yes, I do realise March 3 is Youji's actual birthday... but I had to work. So I'm declaring today the new March 3. It's my duty as a cockney man!]
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Mar. 7th, 2006 07:56 pmgravity_shifterIt's that time.
Sikozu is at a table, piled with food and she's working away at it. Currently, she's sipping a chocolate milkshake and inbetween bites of something called apple pie.
Her Security badge is pinned to her belt as usual, newly shined, should anyone need her.
Sikozu is at a table, piled with food and she's working away at it. Currently, she's sipping a chocolate milkshake and inbetween bites of something called apple pie.
Her Security badge is pinned to her belt as usual, newly shined, should anyone need her.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 08:08 pmemptiedstreetsThere's a quite whoosh of displaced air somewhere in the back corner of the Bar, followed by a dull thud and a string of curses.
In other words, the noises you get when a wizard traveling to the outer rim of the Milky Way via the Grand Central gates gets dropped into a pub instead--
and promptly falls over a stool.
"Shite," Ronan declares to the room at large, and stalks over to the Bar, moving a little more stiffly than he might normally.
In other words, the noises you get when a wizard traveling to the outer rim of the Milky Way via the Grand Central gates gets dropped into a pub instead--
and promptly falls over a stool.
"Shite," Ronan declares to the room at large, and stalks over to the Bar, moving a little more stiffly than he might normally.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 08:26 pmprince-luna.livejournal.comThere is a vampire in the Bar, sitting in a chair near the fire place and reading a book. He has a glass of blood sitting on the floor beside the chair that he's sitting in. He'd welcome the company no matter who that company consisted of. It's not like he has any enemies among the place. None that he knows of anyways. And even if he did then he'd simply ignore them.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 08:31 pmlytol.livejournal.comWork at Cove Hold had been full of excitement of late, so it is understandable, perhaps, that Lytol has a smile on his face as he walks through the Door, into what he was expecting would be the Records Room, in search of a specific star reference chart for Mastercraftsman Wansor.
When he sees it was most definitely not the Records Room, he stops and looks around, wonder on his face.
Lytol, former Dragonrider of Pern, former Lord Warder of Ruatha, former Masterweaver, and Cove Hold resident, is very, very, confused.
When he sees it was most definitely not the Records Room, he stops and looks around, wonder on his face.
Lytol, former Dragonrider of Pern, former Lord Warder of Ruatha, former Masterweaver, and Cove Hold resident, is very, very, confused.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 08:34 pmshaped-jeedai.livejournal.comThings are starting to weigh on Tahiri's mind. The book Ray let her borrow helps distract from this, but it's only a matter of time before she'll have to break down and actually fix it.
As distractions go, this one is wonderful. Her English reading skills are still not very good, so in addition to the large one-volume text of Tolkien's Lord of the Rings, she's taken the Joiner's English-Aurebesh dictionary.
... what in space is an eleventy-first birthday?
As distractions go, this one is wonderful. Her English reading skills are still not very good, so in addition to the large one-volume text of Tolkien's Lord of the Rings, she's taken the Joiner's English-Aurebesh dictionary.
... what in space is an eleventy-first birthday?
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Mar. 7th, 2006 08:56 pmpolitestpirate.livejournal.comSo. There had been rough flying ship designs, full of sails and plans for steering. It was just the getting-off-the-ground ideas that had been lacking (at least until Elda suggested magic, perhaps). Aside from the idea of levitating the whole thing with magic- well, other times must have figured out how to do it, and being here at the bar, there is no reason why Wellard cannot find out how it was done.
This is why Wellard is asking the Bar for books on flying- along with copies of them in Atheran so he can hand those off to Avar later. And-
Now you can catch the young british officer paging through History of Flight with a cup of tea at hand.
This is why Wellard is asking the Bar for books on flying- along with copies of them in Atheran so he can hand those off to Avar later. And-
Now you can catch the young british officer paging through History of Flight with a cup of tea at hand.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 09:02 pmmollyprewett.livejournal.comMolly's sitting at a table with a pot a of tea and a plate of biscuits, reading idly through one of her text books.
Save her from boredom!!
Save her from boredom!!
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Mar. 7th, 2006 10:51 pmmaxwellsdemon02Heero's apartment had never seemed to settle on exactly what door leads into the bar. Once or twice it's been the closet. The kitchen. Even the outside door. The bedroom is a new one.
The door to Milliways rattles, as if someone is fumbling with the doorknob on the other side. It opens as Duo's back hits it, sending him and Heero staggering into the main bar.
They're rather disheveled; Duo's shirt is unbuttoned, Heero's hair is even messier than usual, and they both have bare feet.
Heero has a firm grip on Duo's braid, and they seem to be trying to kiss the daylights out of each other. Until Heero opens his eyes and sees exactly where they are.
"Bar," he says, pushing back and releasing his partner's hair.
Duo looks over his shoulder and groans, slapping a hand over his face. "Aw, fuck."
The door to Milliways rattles, as if someone is fumbling with the doorknob on the other side. It opens as Duo's back hits it, sending him and Heero staggering into the main bar.
They're rather disheveled; Duo's shirt is unbuttoned, Heero's hair is even messier than usual, and they both have bare feet.
Heero has a firm grip on Duo's braid, and they seem to be trying to kiss the daylights out of each other. Until Heero opens his eyes and sees exactly where they are.
"Bar," he says, pushing back and releasing his partner's hair.
Duo looks over his shoulder and groans, slapping a hand over his face. "Aw, fuck."
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Mar. 7th, 2006 11:02 pmanythingbutblueFaye's really good at a number of things: fending for herself, playing cards, cheating at cards, shooting a gun, and making herself right at home wherever she is whenever she needs to.
So when she decides mid-bath that she doesn't want to wash her hair with the shampoo that was already in there, she gets back out, pulls on a bathrobe and wraps a towel around her hair, then makes her way downstairs to get exactly what she does want from the bar.
So when she decides mid-bath that she doesn't want to wash her hair with the shampoo that was already in there, she gets back out, pulls on a bathrobe and wraps a towel around her hair, then makes her way downstairs to get exactly what she does want from the bar.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 11:27 pmgrovecj.livejournal.comOG at the bar. Black jeans, dark blue tshirt, combat boots, and jeans jacket.
Oh, yeah, he seems to be much better than last time.
Come bug him.
Oh, yeah, he seems to be much better than last time.
Come bug him.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 11:34 pmveryvorkosiganCordelia's sitting near the fire, a book (an actual book, with real paper pages) in her lap and a mug of cinnamon tea in one hand.
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Mar. 7th, 2006 11:37 pmtransgenic-max.livejournal.comMax is sitting at a table, people-watching and doodling idly in her notebook. She's very carefully not thinking about a few things. A lot of things, really. Which is probably why she's watching so very intently.
Poking her for staring is perfectly valid. As is poking her if you need someone on Security. The badge is actually visible today.
Poking her for staring is perfectly valid. As is poking her if you need someone on Security. The badge is actually visible today.
