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Apr. 19th, 2006 12:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
futures_of_ash[OOM: Yrael wakes up out of a catnip induced slumber in Rach's room. Millitimed to morning after catnip fiasco!]
Apr. 19th, 2006
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Apr. 19th, 2006 12:01 amchelleuncurledIt's been a while, but Michelle's found her way back to Milliways.
She had been walking into an office building, but she can still see the door and there's some people she's hoping are still around.
She smiles, sits at a table, orders a drink from a passing waitrat and wonders if anything's changed.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 12:02 amfutures_of_ashRachel may be a little easy to miss tonight. She spent all of yesterday dripping wet andamused, so today, in hopes of avoiding a cold or scolding from those who care, she's wrapped in an old grey sweatshirt and cuddled against the chimney.
Or really, the corner the ceiling and chimney make.
Upside down.
But she's warm.
Or really, the corner the ceiling and chimney make.
Upside down.
But she's warm.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 12:06 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
kayip.livejournal.comBehrooz is sitting at a table, not looking much more awake than he has in a while. His head is resting in his hand, though his eyes are pretty attentive, now, glancing around the bar, eying the patrons, but never for longer than a few seconds at a time.
The bar had given him a chicken sandwich, which he had done a good job of ignoring it for a while, though now every so often he eats it in small pieces.
The bar had given him a chicken sandwich, which he had done a good job of ignoring it for a while, though now every so often he eats it in small pieces.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 12:30 amdoc-venkman.livejournal.comBeleagured Ghostbuster dad in the bar. How hard is it for a baby to sleep? Who ever came up with 'sleeping like a baby'? Ought to be slapped since they obviously weren't a parent. Not to mention the lungs on her, and the less said about dirty diapers? So much the better.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 12:33 amprone-to-panic.livejournal.com((OOM: First, there was a conversation with Hel.
A challenge was set.
Archie leaves the bar to find his sword.))
Beware for angst and whitetext.
A challenge was set.
Archie leaves the bar to find his sword.))
Beware for angst and whitetext.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 01:04 amk_in_blackThe Door opens and in strolls a Man in Black, carry a small black box with a small hologram hovering above it in shades of green and blue. He punches a few buttons and closes it up, not having to look up as he walks across to the bar.
K knows the way just fine, after all.
At the bar, he takes a seat within earshot of Peter Venkman and orders a bourbon.
It's been a while. Nice to be back.
K knows the way just fine, after all.
At the bar, he takes a seat within earshot of Peter Venkman and orders a bourbon.
It's been a while. Nice to be back.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 01:25 amlucky-domino.livejournal.comDomino wanders in from out by the lake. There's a chance she'd been out doing target practice. In fact, given that she seems to be in a relatively decent mood, it's almost certain.
Being stuck has been wearing on her a little.
She stops off at the Bar to grab a midnight snack, and finds herself a table. Commence people-watching.
What? It's a legitimate sport.
Being stuck has been wearing on her a little.
She stops off at the Bar to grab a midnight snack, and finds herself a table. Commence people-watching.
What? It's a legitimate sport.
Drizzt Healed
Apr. 19th, 2006 01:41 amunderdarkangel.livejournal.comDrizzt, healed from his last entrance when he collided into Bar, can be found out by the lake working his scimitars in arcing patterns to fast for the normal eye to follow. to any observer he seems to be dancing with an invisible opponent, twirling, leaping, moving from atack routine to defense routine with the grace that only one other being he has ever encountered has been able to replicate.
Anyone want to talk to the Drow with the sharp pointy swords?
Anyone want to talk to the Drow with the sharp pointy swords?
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Apr. 19th, 2006 04:32 amtibetanmethod[Out of Milliways and into Twin Peaks:
First, there's research with Harry and Major Briggs into Windom Earle's interest in the Black Lodge.
And then there's a break, in which Harry and Cooper get a little analytical -- but not about their current investigation.
And finally, there's some coffee, and dancing...coupled with a waking vision and a really ominous feeling.
But Cooper is distractable.
It's Annie, after all.]
First, there's research with Harry and Major Briggs into Windom Earle's interest in the Black Lodge.
And then there's a break, in which Harry and Cooper get a little analytical -- but not about their current investigation.
And finally, there's some coffee, and dancing...coupled with a waking vision and a really ominous feeling.
But Cooper is distractable.
It's Annie, after all.]
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Apr. 19th, 2006 07:43 aminquisitiveheroCoffee? Is a good thing. A great thing, even. It is a thing most definitely created by a very nice God somewhere. One who deserves some worship. One of these days, Hank should really find out who it was and go worship them.
Later.
Right now, there is coffee and it is good.
Hank, Bar, Coffee.
Later.
Right now, there is coffee and it is good.
Hank, Bar, Coffee.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 08:06 amwalker-cain.livejournal.comCain sits outside, near the lake, thinking.
He had both a good and bad day yesterday. He made some right choices, and some very wrong ones. And now he is thinking. He dislikes hurting others, and dislikes failing, and so he is going over things in his mind. He has learned in his very long life that all people make mistakes and that you must understand them and move on. So he thinks, and watches the lake, and attempts to understand.
Cain, thinking, lakeside.
He had both a good and bad day yesterday. He made some right choices, and some very wrong ones. And now he is thinking. He dislikes hurting others, and dislikes failing, and so he is going over things in his mind. He has learned in his very long life that all people make mistakes and that you must understand them and move on. So he thinks, and watches the lake, and attempts to understand.
Cain, thinking, lakeside.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 09:03 amprince-luna.livejournal.comThere is a vampire sitting in a booth drinking a glass of blood while going over a few things in his mind. Like the upcoming clan war. Which really isn't a good thing in his book and probably isn't a good thing in anyone else's either. Distract him if you think you can he'd probably need it.
Duality is the spice of life.
Apr. 19th, 2006 09:18 amwereoutofajob.livejournal.comThere's a palentologist in the bar.
Grant's hobbies aren't limited persay, there's only so much that one can do when one's constantly staring at a wall that used to be part of the InGen Tyrannosaurus Matienance shed. So he's got his colored pencils out and the same sketchbook that he keeps borrowing. Only this time it's people.
Feel free to offer comments. He'll take them with a good natured attitude.
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Conversely, to the far opposite side of the bar there is an FBI agent in a bit of a mood. He's discovered a wastepaper basket and he's trying to throw wadded up napkins into it a'la basketball.
[Two pups! tag one or either! hooray for crackchat and picking two numbers equally!]
Grant's hobbies aren't limited persay, there's only so much that one can do when one's constantly staring at a wall that used to be part of the InGen Tyrannosaurus Matienance shed. So he's got his colored pencils out and the same sketchbook that he keeps borrowing. Only this time it's people.
Feel free to offer comments. He'll take them with a good natured attitude.
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Conversely, to the far opposite side of the bar there is an FBI agent in a bit of a mood. He's discovered a wastepaper basket and he's trying to throw wadded up napkins into it a'la basketball.
[Two pups! tag one or either! hooray for crackchat and picking two numbers equally!]
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Apr. 19th, 2006 09:33 amtea-and-honor.livejournal.comThis would be the eldest of the Foxes, currently in the bar.
She is absolutely not doing the tango, in Fox form, on the bar.
She'd need a partner for that.
...
Okay, so she's air-tangoing. Stare if you wish. Join if you're short.
She is absolutely not doing the tango, in Fox form, on the bar.
She'd need a partner for that.
...
Okay, so she's air-tangoing. Stare if you wish. Join if you're short.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 09:45 ammollyprewett.livejournal.comMolly slept like the dead last night, and well into the morning. The spell she'd performed the night before to get Cain and her back to Milliways had utterly exhausted her.
Now she's in the gardens, tending her flowers and pulling weeds. The rain from the day before had done it's work, and considerably lightened her workload today.
She's humming as she works, but could probably use a break about now, if anyone were inclined to stop for a visit.
Now she's in the gardens, tending her flowers and pulling weeds. The rain from the day before had done it's work, and considerably lightened her workload today.
She's humming as she works, but could probably use a break about now, if anyone were inclined to stop for a visit.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 11:05 amp3-premonitions.livejournal.comThe youngest (right now) Halliwell is in the bar, wearing a black leather miniskirt, purple haltertop with a black leather jacket over it, fishnet stockings which are bright purple, and a pair of black heeled boots which go up to her knees.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 11:27 ameldorne-girl.livejournal.com[Delia hasn't dressed like this in a while, in a Tortallan dress with her hair coiled and pinned onto her head. Sleeves to her wrists, figure-hugging bodice (low-cut, of course), and full skirts down to the floor]
[the dress is red, though, instead of her normal green. Rich, deep red. It suits her, for all it's not normal]
[still]
[she's sitting in the bar at a table and chair, dressed as a lady and tapping her long nails against the wood.]
[ooc: and tags may be slow, researching]
[the dress is red, though, instead of her normal green. Rich, deep red. It suits her, for all it's not normal]
[still]
[she's sitting in the bar at a table and chair, dressed as a lady and tapping her long nails against the wood.]
[ooc: and tags may be slow, researching]
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Apr. 19th, 2006 11:31 amattic-girl.livejournal.comFuchsia is seated at a table and looks hard at work. She's writing in her journal, sometimes furiously. Other times, she chews on the end of the pen and thinks.
She has a glass of elderberry wine which is being sipped occasionally, likely for inspiration.
She has a glass of elderberry wine which is being sipped occasionally, likely for inspiration.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 11:47 amdoc-venkman.livejournal.comPeter had somehow managed to get back to crashing in his cot in the Infirmary very late. He had gotten up to order some coffee, and then head back to look after the baby. But instead, he fell asleep in a booth again.
Dare ya to wake the sleeping Ghostbuster?
Dare ya to wake the sleeping Ghostbuster?
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Apr. 19th, 2006 11:50 amfaithful-slayer.livejournal.comFaith fell asleep in the bar last night, and dreamed.
Two dreams.
One has given her a considerable amount of hope. The second has shaken her up.
Which is why she's sitting at the bar, clutching a cup of coffee, and has not even noticed the piece of cake with a single candle sitting in front of her.
It's her birthday, you see.
Two dreams.
One has given her a considerable amount of hope. The second has shaken her up.
Which is why she's sitting at the bar, clutching a cup of coffee, and has not even noticed the piece of cake with a single candle sitting in front of her.
It's her birthday, you see.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 11:55 ambloodyrockgodThere is a conglamoration over by the fireplace.
Charlie has given Karen, Megan and Jack their presents from India. Jack is now wearing his--an embroidered cotton shirt, green, of course--as is Karen, wrapped up in a pashmina against the spring chill. Megan is playing with her Krishna puppet, laughing with delight as Chris makes it bow and dance.
The grown-ups, though are having a far more serious conversation as Charlie tells Karen and the gods about the strange boy he met the night before. Reading in a nearby armchair, Boromir is pretending not to listen--he's not very good at it, though.
[ooc: multi-pup post. tag one or tag all.]
Charlie has given Karen, Megan and Jack their presents from India. Jack is now wearing his--an embroidered cotton shirt, green, of course--as is Karen, wrapped up in a pashmina against the spring chill. Megan is playing with her Krishna puppet, laughing with delight as Chris makes it bow and dance.
The grown-ups, though are having a far more serious conversation as Charlie tells Karen and the gods about the strange boy he met the night before. Reading in a nearby armchair, Boromir is pretending not to listen--he's not very good at it, though.
[ooc: multi-pup post. tag one or tag all.]
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Apr. 19th, 2006 12:09 pmprone-to-panic.livejournal.com((OOM: After Archie's battle of wits last night, he steps across the gate, into the Dreaming.))
Warnings for angst and hints of past abuse. Also whitetext.
Warnings for angst and hints of past abuse. Also whitetext.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 12:16 pmnot-one-drop.livejournal.com[Am at school, so slow tags, but I have had a Very Bad Day, and it really isn't going to get better, so one broken vampire inna bar. Have at.]
Mal is curled up in a chair by the fire, again. This time, she just looks tired, and is quietly running her fingers up and down the cuts that now litter the right side of her face.
Talking could be risky, but company is always nice.
Mal is curled up in a chair by the fire, again. This time, she just looks tired, and is quietly running her fingers up and down the cuts that now litter the right side of her face.
Talking could be risky, but company is always nice.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 12:22 pmawesome_lillyLilly's headed upstairs, for a meeting, but she has a note to leave with Bar first.
"Give this to Patrick Bateman when he's in next, would you? Thanks!"
She pats Bar affectionately and continues upstairs.
( Dear Patrick, )
"Give this to Patrick Bateman when he's in next, would you? Thanks!"
She pats Bar affectionately and continues upstairs.
( Dear Patrick, )(no subject)
Apr. 19th, 2006 12:23 pmmnt_raph*A bug has bitten Raph, and while the bite isn't fatal it has been known to cause serious shifts in mood.
This bug is called Spring, and is responsible for the happy/contented expression firmly trenched on the ex-turtle's face.
Smudged in grease he leans his back against Bar. Equally dirty hands hold his ever present Sammy Adams.
Today's a good day.*
This bug is called Spring, and is responsible for the happy/contented expression firmly trenched on the ex-turtle's face.
Smudged in grease he leans his back against Bar. Equally dirty hands hold his ever present Sammy Adams.
Today's a good day.*
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Apr. 19th, 2006 12:29 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_estsanatlehi_/Well wouldja look at that? Girl-Goddess in the bar, at the bar really, with a goldfish bowl, the bowl contained a purple jeweltone fish of indeterminate species except 'sparkly'.
Apparently fish were what the purple cornmeal mash was for, or at least one fish, go ahead and ask her about it, she'll be happy to talk, or share her corncakes and cherry-limeade.
Apparently fish were what the purple cornmeal mash was for, or at least one fish, go ahead and ask her about it, she'll be happy to talk, or share her corncakes and cherry-limeade.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 12:57 pmskjaldmeyjar.livejournal.comYou know that feeling, when someone is supposed to be home at a certain time, and they are not? How it gets worse, the next day, and you have checked every logical explanation for where that person may be--
And they are still not there?
So, if anyone might know where Archie may be- since he did not come home last night after his shift, and there were no notes in the Security Office- if they would please tell the panicking former Valkyrie.
Or, you know- finding out that he is missing also works.
And they are still not there?
So, if anyone might know where Archie may be- since he did not come home last night after his shift, and there were no notes in the Security Office- if they would please tell the panicking former Valkyrie.
Or, you know- finding out that he is missing also works.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 01:20 pme_delmar[OOM: After their fight last night, Ennis got drunk. Very, very drunk. Some time in the middle of the night, he gets back to the room. No warnings, unless you're irked by drunken rambling.]
Afternoon. Bright sun. Didn't wake for chores. Well, shit. Coffee, toast, whiskey and Ennis slide into a booth, his head low in his hands as his eyes fight against the light.
Afternoon. Bright sun. Didn't wake for chores. Well, shit. Coffee, toast, whiskey and Ennis slide into a booth, his head low in his hands as his eyes fight against the light.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 02:21 pmchildofourtimes.livejournal.comJimmy emerges from the Milliways gents bathroom - presumably there is one - with shining eyes and a smile on his face. He's also sniffing a little and rubbing his nose from time to time, but what of it? Bar thoughtfully provides him with a bottle of Jack Daniels, which prompts him to spread his arms over her, kiss her and declare undying love for her sexy wooden bad self, then he goes and sprawls lengthways over a sofa.
And then moves to a table. Then paces around a bit. Sits again, stands again, plays a bit of air guitar. Someone's having trouble sitting still, obviously. Feel free to laugh or let him run into you, and any variation in between.
[OOC: Gotta run to shop, back in 15 mins or so. Back!]
And then moves to a table. Then paces around a bit. Sits again, stands again, plays a bit of air guitar. Someone's having trouble sitting still, obviously. Feel free to laugh or let him run into you, and any variation in between.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 02:22 pmjackdriscoll.livejournal.comJack Driscoll walks into the bar carrying a rose-colored gift bag. This is placed on the bar, and a brief command is uttered before Mr. Driscoll turns and walks back out the door.
The next time she orders from the bar, Satine will be the recipient of said rose colored gift bag, the contents of which include one bottle of perfume, one emerald bracelet that is almost an exact replica of the one he bought her in 1933, and a Hallmark card with the text “Just thinking of you…” cursively written in gold letters above watercolor painted roses. Inside the card is a note: “I thought you needed another one. – Jack D.”
The next time she orders from the bar, Satine will be the recipient of said rose colored gift bag, the contents of which include one bottle of perfume, one emerald bracelet that is almost an exact replica of the one he bought her in 1933, and a Hallmark card with the text “Just thinking of you…” cursively written in gold letters above watercolor painted roses. Inside the card is a note: “I thought you needed another one. – Jack D.”
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Apr. 19th, 2006 03:22 pmwatching_you[OOM: Bad dreams.]
[Spoilers for up to episode 2x18 (I Am God) of Veronica Mars. Dialogue taken from that episode.]
[Spoilers for up to episode 2x18 (I Am God) of Veronica Mars. Dialogue taken from that episode.]
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Apr. 19th, 2006 03:26 pmtwoeyesonthesky.livejournal.comIt's not that Quinn can't pay for his room and board, and pick up Creedy's as well. He can. In fact, he already has. But not having work to do beyond looking after Ross makes him twitchy. Waiting for things to happen, without having other things to do- well, that just doesn't sit right with him. A little idleness was all right, but the habits of half a lifetime weigh on you even when you don't think they do.
Right now, he's doing his best to stave off the sense of idleness by working out the plans for a greenhouse capable of covering a good-sized patch of earth, including a complete and detailed materials list. He's got quite a detailed set of architectural sketches going. It makes him feel a step closer to actually getting something done.
Right now, he's doing his best to stave off the sense of idleness by working out the plans for a greenhouse capable of covering a good-sized patch of earth, including a complete and detailed materials list. He's got quite a detailed set of architectural sketches going. It makes him feel a step closer to actually getting something done.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 03:32 pmbanished-to.livejournal.comEnters now | A goddess dread
She who was | Counted not amongst
Those who knew | The fate to come
Enters now | Hel
She of those here | Knows the laws
The rules | The customs
The ways to seek | Marriage
For those | Of Norse blood
She who was | Counted not amongst
Those who knew | The fate to come
Enters now | Hel
She of those here | Knows the laws
The rules | The customs
The ways to seek | Marriage
For those | Of Norse blood
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Apr. 19th, 2006 03:42 pmeight_or_elevenThere's Strength.
In the bar.
Specifically the library portion of the bar.
Minus Wheel, who is notably absent. Or rather, somewhere else.
Looking through that section of the library devoted to divination techniques and practises.
Specifically the tarot.
Being a tarot card herself, her curiosity is natural and understandable.
But since she has no idea where her search should start, she's going to need a little help.
In the bar.
Specifically the library portion of the bar.
Minus Wheel, who is notably absent. Or rather, somewhere else.
Looking through that section of the library devoted to divination techniques and practises.
Specifically the tarot.
Being a tarot card herself, her curiosity is natural and understandable.
But since she has no idea where her search should start, she's going to need a little help.
"Suit of Swords"
Apr. 19th, 2006 03:51 pmten_of_swords[OOMs: Millitimed to Monday night:
Where Dead Grass Grows Ruin and Gorlim share their second night -- Warnings for graphic sexual situations with questionable consent, violence, bondage, and abuse of poetry by CS Lewis; this should not be read unless you have the stomach for it.
Ruin's Wake Gorlim is tended to by Námo, Gabriel offers the comfort only a baby can -- Warnings for the effects of said violence in previous thread and schmooping.]
Where Dead Grass Grows Ruin and Gorlim share their second night -- Warnings for graphic sexual situations with questionable consent, violence, bondage, and abuse of poetry by CS Lewis; this should not be read unless you have the stomach for it.
Ruin's Wake Gorlim is tended to by Námo, Gabriel offers the comfort only a baby can -- Warnings for the effects of said violence in previous thread and schmooping.]
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Apr. 19th, 2006 03:55 pmprone-to-panic.livejournal.com((OOM: After first encountering Simpson in the Dreaming, Archie soon finds himself dealing with the hunters.))
Warnings for hints of past abuse, white text, and violent situations.
Warnings for hints of past abuse, white text, and violent situations.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 04:13 pmchiss-captive.livejournal.comGrinning, Wyn -- who, unlike her brother and sister-in-law, is not Bound, which makes for all sorts of confusing -- steps out of the hatch of the Starflare and ... well, into Milliways.
She expected the airstrip, but this is good enough.
"Bar? Could I have a non-fermented kyrf, please?"
And, cold, diluted fruit juice in hand, Wyn finds herself a chair and a writing surface and whips out her datapad.
She expected the airstrip, but this is good enough.
"Bar? Could I have a non-fermented kyrf, please?"
And, cold, diluted fruit juice in hand, Wyn finds herself a chair and a writing surface and whips out her datapad.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 05:00 pmlast_adam[OOM: Alanna's sick and tired of Adam treating her, well, like she's sick and tired. And so she follows through on her Cunning Plan to make Adam understand she's not made of glass. It works mostly. Rated PG-13/Rish for smut.]
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Apr. 19th, 2006 05:16 pmguppy_sandhu"Yes, I am the guy from the paper having a plant pot flung at his head. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm very busy."
Guppy shuts the door, scowling with frustration, and heads over to the bar.
"Cup of tea please Bar." he says more gently, resisting the urge to order a human sized fly swat.
The image does however get daydreamed.
Guppy shuts the door, scowling with frustration, and heads over to the bar.
"Cup of tea please Bar." he says more gently, resisting the urge to order a human sized fly swat.
The image does however get daydreamed.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 05:25 pmshuftiShufti is in the bar, the baby next to her in a carrycot, asleep. In front of her is a quill and ink, which she is sort of dabbling with awkwardly and experimentally. On the paper in front of her is a series of small doodles, but not much actual writing as such. There is also a dictionary.
Being almost completely illiterate makes letter writing a tricky business.
Being almost completely illiterate makes letter writing a tricky business.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 05:32 pmthe_antiangstAll good sewing projects must come to an end. Otherwise Angel would never have anything to give people, right?
Right.
Anyway, Angel's left some packages with Bar, before disappearing back upstairs for reasons unknown even to his mun.
( Adam/Felicia )
( Vida Bohemme )
( Ghost )
( Val )
Right.
Anyway, Angel's left some packages with Bar, before disappearing back upstairs for reasons unknown even to his mun.
( Adam/Felicia )( Vida Bohemme )( Ghost )( Val )(no subject)
Apr. 19th, 2006 05:57 pmundignifiedWes, table, cookies.
Prepositions are a weakness of character.
They are also not propositions, no matter what you type originally.
Prepositions are a weakness of character.
They are also not propositions, no matter what you type originally.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 06:02 pmbohemian-mark.livejournal.comThe door opens, and a figure walks through. A man in black pants, large boots, black shirt, and a long black trench coat. He takes off his sunglasses, and looks around with a wry smile. Oh, wait. That is not the One you're looking for. It's just Mark. He strides over to Bar, gets a drink, and commandeers a table, plunking his boots on it, pulling a notebook out of a pocket of the trench coat. Looks like the film geek's got a new fandom.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 06:07 pmastral-brat.livejournal.com"Happy Lifeday to me, Happy Lifeday to meee--"
That's right -- that small boy careening into the bar, narrowly avoiding a table (possibly the one that pilot's at) has just turned ten years old.
(Well, given that the Errant Venture goes by Coruscant time, and Ben's actually on Ossus at the moment, it might have been yesterday or it might be tomorrow, but it's very close to his birthday, at least.)
Bar gives him a small piece of cake with his milkshake; the sugar overload may be catastrophic.
That's right -- that small boy careening into the bar, narrowly avoiding a table (possibly the one that pilot's at) has just turned ten years old.
(Well, given that the Errant Venture goes by Coruscant time, and Ben's actually on Ossus at the moment, it might have been yesterday or it might be tomorrow, but it's very close to his birthday, at least.)
Bar gives him a small piece of cake with his milkshake; the sugar overload may be catastrophic.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 06:24 pmmollyprewett.livejournal.comMolly? Oh, she's been here all afternoon. You just haven't seen her because she has been absorbed in a very special book.
She's supposed to be meeting Cain for dinner at some point this evening, but she should probably take a break from reading before then. She's been at it all day.
[ooc: the thread with Cain now contains an adult rating for explicit sexual situations and adult material... you've been warned.]
She's supposed to be meeting Cain for dinner at some point this evening, but she should probably take a break from reading before then. She's been at it all day.
[ooc: the thread with Cain now contains an adult rating for explicit sexual situations and adult material... you've been warned.]
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Apr. 19th, 2006 06:25 pmstuck-mynock.livejournal.comAtton doesn't have any sockpuppets today, something many people may be thankful for. Instead, he's gone back to juggling. He's getting better at it, he drops the balls every two minutes instead of every one.
Atton at a booth, juggling, with a discarded lomin ale that looks like it's been sipped once on the table.
Atton at a booth, juggling, with a discarded lomin ale that looks like it's been sipped once on the table.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 06:54 pmms-w-harker.livejournal.comFor once, Mina doesn't glide downstairs. Not that she is as absent here as she has been in recent weeks, but that she's not gliding. Her head is lowered, her eyes are dark and angry and her hands clench into near-claws, then she visibly relaxes them for a few moments before they re-claw on their own. In truth, her movement is closer to stalking than it is anything else. She is one unhappy vampire.
She pauses at the counter to order a goblet of warm blood and drains half of it quickly, as if she were stocking up for a long dry spell.
She pauses at the counter to order a goblet of warm blood and drains half of it quickly, as if she were stocking up for a long dry spell.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 06:55 pmno-prisoner.livejournal.comThe time has come once again; Eddie's favorite Happy Hour theme night.
Welcome to Milliways Bar Happy Hour
Name-Your-Own-Cocktail Night!
You give me a name. I'll invent the drink that goes with it on the spot.
Stump me and drink free for the night!
"Step right up, folks. I'm Eddie Dean, and I'll be your bartender tonight. What can I get ya?"
Name-Your-Own-Cocktail Night!
You give me a name. I'll invent the drink that goes with it on the spot.
Stump me and drink free for the night!
"Step right up, folks. I'm Eddie Dean, and I'll be your bartender tonight. What can I get ya?"
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Apr. 19th, 2006 07:00 pmprobability-cat.livejournal.comThe Cat is at the bar, absently toying with her martini and wondering where her boyfriend is.
Yes, she's still pretty (except for her nose, sword and inch-thick eyeglasses), yes she's still kind of hard to follow (a living representation of Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle) and yes she's still planning on doing all kinds of nasty things to Schrödinger as soon as she finds him.
Yes, she's still pretty (except for her nose, sword and inch-thick eyeglasses), yes she's still kind of hard to follow (a living representation of Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle) and yes she's still planning on doing all kinds of nasty things to Schrödinger as soon as she finds him.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 07:02 pmshadowsusannah.livejournal.comSusannah Dean is at a table with a large volume of collected Poe and iced tea.
She also appears to be keeping an eye on the bar.
She also appears to be keeping an eye on the bar.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 07:03 pmnot-de-la-vega.livejournal.comSeems to be the night for masked men, more or less.
Granted, this is nothing new for Milliways really.
Zorro, it seemed, had decided to take advantage of the time-delay to make a few repairs to his costume, feet up on one of the smaller tables, cape spread across his lap, working very carefully with needle and thread to close up what appeared to be a clean slice.
Go ahead and bother him, he'll probably tell you all about it.
Granted, this is nothing new for Milliways really.
Zorro, it seemed, had decided to take advantage of the time-delay to make a few repairs to his costume, feet up on one of the smaller tables, cape spread across his lap, working very carefully with needle and thread to close up what appeared to be a clean slice.
Go ahead and bother him, he'll probably tell you all about it.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 07:20 pmwanderingdaae.livejournal.comChristine's in the bar, singing to herself. She's very very happy. She's also looking through bridal magazines.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 07:29 pmduck-bill.livejournal.comThere is a small... thing attempting the danger-ridden ascent to the top of a Milliways barstool.
Sadly, she is finding, her tail is not prehensile. Not that Ducky is familiar with the word 'prehensile,' and at least it is a helpful bracer in the trickier spots.
Is it YOUR barstool?
[OOC: Because this is surely the anti-doom, y'all. Have at!]
Sadly, she is finding, her tail is not prehensile. Not that Ducky is familiar with the word 'prehensile,' and at least it is a helpful bracer in the trickier spots.
Is it YOUR barstool?
[OOC: Because this is surely the anti-doom, y'all. Have at!]
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Apr. 19th, 2006 07:43 pmscapepigThere is a large pig outside, tending to the paths and bulbs. And perhaps keeping an eye out for the strange pig he met the other day, just in case he should come along.
In any case, he's open for distractions.
In any case, he's open for distractions.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 07:50 pmcoming-west.livejournal.comCally pushes open the door to the bar with a big yawn.
She blinks. Well, she was heading for the kitchen for coffee and a late night snack, but Milliways works, too.
There are hollows beginning to form under her grey eyes and her usual careful appearance is somewhat dishevled, her button-up shirt untucked and the sleeves pushed past her elbows. Sitting down at a table that has a good view of the room, she speaks to the waitrat that appeared near her elbow (only making her startle slightly): "A cup of Illy Caffe, please." She pulls change out of her skirt pocket and looks at it blearily for a moment. "And with whatever's left over...some kind of sandwich?" she asks hopefully.
The waitrat looks over the coins, bows, and scurries off. Waiting for her order, Cally puts her head down on the table. Someone had better come talk to her before she falls asleep.
She blinks. Well, she was heading for the kitchen for coffee and a late night snack, but Milliways works, too.
There are hollows beginning to form under her grey eyes and her usual careful appearance is somewhat dishevled, her button-up shirt untucked and the sleeves pushed past her elbows. Sitting down at a table that has a good view of the room, she speaks to the waitrat that appeared near her elbow (only making her startle slightly): "A cup of Illy Caffe, please." She pulls change out of her skirt pocket and looks at it blearily for a moment. "And with whatever's left over...some kind of sandwich?" she asks hopefully.
The waitrat looks over the coins, bows, and scurries off. Waiting for her order, Cally puts her head down on the table. Someone had better come talk to her before she falls asleep.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 07:56 pmmorbid-midweek.livejournal.comWednesday enters the bar this evening, her arms rather full. She immediately heads for the bar and places Cicero's case on it, as well as a few bags full of various black cloth. There's a note attached to the bags that simply states in elegant calligraphy From Wednesday.
"Please give that to Clive." The bags disappear.
Wednesday then takes a seat and opens a certain book on taxidermy to her last page. Cicero keeps an eye on the bar for her. Or rather, all eight of them.
"Please give that to Clive." The bags disappear.
Wednesday then takes a seat and opens a certain book on taxidermy to her last page. Cicero keeps an eye on the bar for her. Or rather, all eight of them.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 07:56 pmnot-one-drop.livejournal.comMal's in the bar again.
She looks better then the morning, healing fast as always, but she appears to be seriously contemplating a bottle of tequila.
She'd not be amiss to some conversation, something to get her mind of the confusing tangle that has been her latest fight with Sands.
She looks better then the morning, healing fast as always, but she appears to be seriously contemplating a bottle of tequila.
She'd not be amiss to some conversation, something to get her mind of the confusing tangle that has been her latest fight with Sands.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 07:59 pmprone-to-panic.livejournal.com((OOM: After leaving the wolves behind, Archie keeps going along the path and finds himself back in Scotland.))
Warnings for violent situations and white text.
Warnings for violent situations and white text.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 08:00 pmcountofserenno.livejournal.comDooku is in the Bar, waiting for a certain boy to come downstairs. They do need to chat, but for now, he's up for conversation with any comers.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 08:05 pmvalehero.livejournal.comThe door to the bar opens swiftly with the sight of the deck of a floating ship far out at sea. A messy blond haired adept stands up in surprise. He blinks, before walking over to the door. With an extended hand, he slowly steps out, believing it must not be real.
Out on the deck are three people, his long-missed comrads.
"Where ya been, Isaac? You've been sleeping for a while now!" is the angry reply from a spiked-haired redhead.
"Glad to see you awake now, Isaac." is the reply from a blue haired girl.
"Hey Isaac, what have you been doing asleep the past few hours?" is the question by a younger blond haired boy.
Isaac smiles calmly, and the door to the world outside shuts on its own. The adept is back among his world, with his friends, to continue his life once again...
(As if anyone cares, but Isaac will be back after a while...No worries! Just thought I'd be nice on him, for once... ^_^)
Out on the deck are three people, his long-missed comrads.
"Where ya been, Isaac? You've been sleeping for a while now!" is the angry reply from a spiked-haired redhead.
"Glad to see you awake now, Isaac." is the reply from a blue haired girl.
"Hey Isaac, what have you been doing asleep the past few hours?" is the question by a younger blond haired boy.
Isaac smiles calmly, and the door to the world outside shuts on its own. The adept is back among his world, with his friends, to continue his life once again...
(As if anyone cares, but Isaac will be back after a while...No worries! Just thought I'd be nice on him, for once... ^_^)
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Apr. 19th, 2006 08:09 pmdragonofgrey.livejournal.comDraco found a sharpening spell for the dagger, and used it. He was currently going over different techniques out back, practicing the movements. It was like a dance. A very deadly one.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 08:13 pmred-blossom.livejournal.comThere is a redhead teen puff sitting at the bar with a glass of tea with a straw in it. She's just leaning on the bar with her legs crossed at her seat in her stool, a soft smile on her face.
Feel free to approach, but touch at your own risk.
Feel free to approach, but touch at your own risk.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 08:15 pmbev-marsh.livejournal.comGetting settled in her room? Check.
Getting a bit more used to ordering things from the bar? Check.
But aside from that, Bev hasn't been doing much since she got here a few days ago. In fact, she's barely left her room.
But curiosity and boredom have finally overcome wariness, so she's downstairs now, seated at one end of the bar with dinner--cheeseburger and a cherry soda--in front of her.
Getting a bit more used to ordering things from the bar? Check.
But aside from that, Bev hasn't been doing much since she got here a few days ago. In fact, she's barely left her room.
But curiosity and boredom have finally overcome wariness, so she's downstairs now, seated at one end of the bar with dinner--cheeseburger and a cherry soda--in front of her.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 08:19 pmblue_ajahAs is becoming her habit, Moiraine arrives at Milliways from the Dreaming by opening a gateway within her upstairs study, which she seals again behind her upon leaving it for the main bar.
She glides downstairs carrying her leatherbound journal and a slim packet of notes bound with twine, and soon settles in a corner booth with tea.
Shortly afterward, she appears to be deep in study, although the observant will notice that she scans the room every few moments.
She glides downstairs carrying her leatherbound journal and a slim packet of notes bound with twine, and soon settles in a corner booth with tea.
Shortly afterward, she appears to be deep in study, although the observant will notice that she scans the room every few moments.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 08:24 pmangela-edmunds.livejournal.comAngela is sitting at a table, reading a book. She's been on the same page for over half an hour, though. She keeps losing her place.
It's difficult, not knowing what will happen next. There is a point where fear and depression stop hurting so much, when one becomes used to the way they feel, and it no longer shows on the face as much.
Her face is carefully blank, and she drinks her soda mechanically.
She really could use some company.
It's difficult, not knowing what will happen next. There is a point where fear and depression stop hurting so much, when one becomes used to the way they feel, and it no longer shows on the face as much.
Her face is carefully blank, and she drinks her soda mechanically.
She really could use some company.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 08:26 pmcywyllogWelsh princess. Wine. Book.
One of these things is most unusual.
Cywyllog is sitting at a table, seemingly paying a great deal of attention to a book. In truth? She's having trouble getting past the first paragraph.
The wine isn't helping.
One of these things is most unusual.
Cywyllog is sitting at a table, seemingly paying a great deal of attention to a book. In truth? She's having trouble getting past the first paragraph.
The wine isn't helping.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 08:30 pmineedavicodin.livejournal.comBehold!
An entrance post.
From a man who is feeling the pull of the door, and resisting with all his might, because last time, well. Last time he went "home" wasn't much fun.
And so. He's sitting in a chair near the observation window. A doberman is curled up, asleep, at his feet.
Approach with caution.
An entrance post.
From a man who is feeling the pull of the door, and resisting with all his might, because last time, well. Last time he went "home" wasn't much fun.
And so. He's sitting in a chair near the observation window. A doberman is curled up, asleep, at his feet.
Approach with caution.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 08:44 pmone-eyetothesky.livejournal.comHe wanders in, a faint smile on his face as he closes the door behind him. The smell of grass is in his nose, cold and sweet and green and he doesn't think he'll ever get sick of that smell, of that color, no matter how much he sees it. His hands are a bit clammy and some of his hair's a little wet since he'd spent a little time enjoying the edge of the lake as well, but he'll dry out soon enough and there's no harm to it.
That being said, he's a bit hungry and so he makes his way to the bar. Quinn'd told him of the coins, so he pays no mind to the cost; it's easy enough for a man who's no longer used to money. As far as he's concerned, the steak is hot and fresh and cooked just right and the beer's never tasted better and the thought of a hot apple crumble to finish the lot of it off is almost as good as he figures it'll taste after all the rest.
Translation: Life isn't so bad.
That being said, he's a bit hungry and so he makes his way to the bar. Quinn'd told him of the coins, so he pays no mind to the cost; it's easy enough for a man who's no longer used to money. As far as he's concerned, the steak is hot and fresh and cooked just right and the beer's never tasted better and the thought of a hot apple crumble to finish the lot of it off is almost as good as he figures it'll taste after all the rest.
Translation: Life isn't so bad.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 08:45 pmgiftedthom.livejournal.com*Could be a good day and it could be a bad day.
Thom lounges in a booth, not doing anything. Come and see.*
Thom lounges in a booth, not doing anything. Come and see.*
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Apr. 19th, 2006 08:55 pmnoattachmentsIt's late when Kate Austen and Jack Sheppard finally come down from upstairs. Unlike Jack, Kate hasn't been so eager to leave Milliways. It's comfortable here - much more so than on the island, hatch or not.
But Jack wants to leave, and maybe, just maybe Kate's missing the taste of coconut. Or maybe, she just doesn't want him to leave her behind.
So, down they go - neither carrying much more than they came in with last time. Past Bar and booths and to the door.
[ooc: two pups, two muns. tag one or both, if interested. :D]
But Jack wants to leave, and maybe, just maybe Kate's missing the taste of coconut. Or maybe, she just doesn't want him to leave her behind.
So, down they go - neither carrying much more than they came in with last time. Past Bar and booths and to the door.
[ooc: two pups, two muns. tag one or both, if interested. :D]
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Apr. 19th, 2006 09:06 pmwalker-cain.livejournal.comA walker walks. Outside in the night, Cain walks, quietly, thinking.
So much has happened, so much has changed, and so much of him has stayed the same. It is said that life must evolve or die, change of die, and if he cannot change... how will he survive?
Tonight, he isnt sure, and so he walks, as he has done, all of his life, and listens to the night.
So much has happened, so much has changed, and so much of him has stayed the same. It is said that life must evolve or die, change of die, and if he cannot change... how will he survive?
Tonight, he isnt sure, and so he walks, as he has done, all of his life, and listens to the night.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 09:10 pmthisfatefulhourScrew studying for midquarters. The mun is jonesin'.
Hence, the door opens and admits one Charles Wallace, who looks around, smiles, and heads for the bar to order hot chocolate. Sans whipped cream, which is probably a sin in some parts.
Hence, the door opens and admits one Charles Wallace, who looks around, smiles, and heads for the bar to order hot chocolate. Sans whipped cream, which is probably a sin in some parts.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 09:13 pmblackbanthaboy.livejournal.comThere is a sign on the board, in English and in Aurebesh. It says:
ATTENTION PILOTS.
PLEASE TALK TO
FACE LORAN
THIS IS IMPORTANT.
There's an arrow on it, pointing at the lanky, scarred prettyboy stretching his legs out at the nearest table. Face hasn't stopped to think that when he moves he's going to have to change the arrow or whichever random passerby sits here next is going to have visitors. That's a matter for the future, not for now! Now is a time for firewhiskey and plotting. EVILLY.
ETA: Now the arrow on the sign points at a stack of notepaper and pens, and Face is nowhere in sight. Feel free to track him down if you don't mind slowtime, though, he's rushing around looking for Corran and likely to run into you if you're in the way.
PLEASE TALK TO
FACE LORAN
THIS IS IMPORTANT.
There's an arrow on it, pointing at the lanky, scarred prettyboy stretching his legs out at the nearest table. Face hasn't stopped to think that when he moves he's going to have to change the arrow or whichever random passerby sits here next is going to have visitors. That's a matter for the future, not for now! Now is a time for firewhiskey and plotting. EVILLY.
ETA: Now the arrow on the sign points at a stack of notepaper and pens, and Face is nowhere in sight. Feel free to track him down if you don't mind slowtime, though, he's rushing around looking for Corran and likely to run into you if you're in the way.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 09:20 pmjedipilot.livejournal.comJaina's sitting at a booth, with a lightsaber, training remote, and sabacc deck sprawled on the table in front of her.
Her eyes keep flickering between the object - from the remote and 'saber to the sabacc deck and back again. She's bored, that much is clear from the small frown on her face and the way she leans her head on her hand as she studies the object.
What Jaina really wants to do is go outside and get in some training, hence the lightsaber and the remote. What Jaina thinks is possibly the better choice would be to spend a couple more evenings inside, allowing her leg to fully finish healing.
When it comes down to it? Kriffing tough choice.
Her eyes keep flickering between the object - from the remote and 'saber to the sabacc deck and back again. She's bored, that much is clear from the small frown on her face and the way she leans her head on her hand as she studies the object.
What Jaina really wants to do is go outside and get in some training, hence the lightsaber and the remote. What Jaina thinks is possibly the better choice would be to spend a couple more evenings inside, allowing her leg to fully finish healing.
When it comes down to it? Kriffing tough choice.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 09:28 pmjack_f_twistThat couch by the fire sure is getting plenty of use. Smoke, glass of whiskey, beat-up black hat tipped back, Jack's slouched and easy, feeling lazy from the chores he did this morning. Could be there's extra whiskey for someone wants to join him.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 09:28 pmcreator_ravenRaven is lounging in a booth, elbow resting comfortably on the table.
He appears to have finished most of a plate of cookies, as well as his glass of milk.
There is an open notebook nearby, and one hand is idly toying with a tangled-up ball of twine.
It's blue.
As he turns it, the occasional sparkly thing picks up a bit of light.
He always looks pleased when that happens.
He appears to have finished most of a plate of cookies, as well as his glass of milk.
There is an open notebook nearby, and one hand is idly toying with a tangled-up ball of twine.
It's blue.
As he turns it, the occasional sparkly thing picks up a bit of light.
He always looks pleased when that happens.
First Entrance
Apr. 19th, 2006 09:38 pma-simple-choice.livejournal.com[OOM: Before Milliways - As The World Comes Crashing Down...]
The Door slams open and a roar like the rumble of a huge train or avalanche comes through it.
Then there is a hurtling man, in bright colors, who flies across the Bar's length and slams into Bar.
For a moment as the Door begins to close, explosions are heard and then something like a crack of incredible loud thunder and the beginning of a green glow and then... it is shut.
The man lays, stunned for a moment, before struggling up, and looking around.
"Great Rao... where am I?"
Jor-El has come to Milliways.
The Door slams open and a roar like the rumble of a huge train or avalanche comes through it.
Then there is a hurtling man, in bright colors, who flies across the Bar's length and slams into Bar.
For a moment as the Door begins to close, explosions are heard and then something like a crack of incredible loud thunder and the beginning of a green glow and then... it is shut.
The man lays, stunned for a moment, before struggling up, and looking around.
"Great Rao... where am I?"
Jor-El has come to Milliways.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 09:42 pmnotboundnow.livejournal.comA man-shaped god steps through the front door, raggedy jeans and beat-up boots first. He's got the look of a pariah in his form, a fellow used to skirting edges and getting the better of authority. When he lifts his head, clever, bright eyes scan the floor, and he smiles.
One might even say he lights up.
"Well, hasn't it just been a while."
He may look familiar to you. If you've ever taken part in a large-scale protest, an act of revolt, he's been there with you in the crowd. He was friends with Camus, at odds with Shelley, and once he dueled Peter the Great. He's got other stories, if you dig. He gets around: when you're avoiding your family, you do that.
He shaped men first. He gave the world fire. He brought civilization to humanity. And now, if you'd care to catch him, Prometheus, wisest of the Titans and older than the Olympians, is going to have himself a drink.
One might even say he lights up.
"Well, hasn't it just been a while."
He may look familiar to you. If you've ever taken part in a large-scale protest, an act of revolt, he's been there with you in the crowd. He was friends with Camus, at odds with Shelley, and once he dueled Peter the Great. He's got other stories, if you dig. He gets around: when you're avoiding your family, you do that.
He shaped men first. He gave the world fire. He brought civilization to humanity. And now, if you'd care to catch him, Prometheus, wisest of the Titans and older than the Olympians, is going to have himself a drink.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 09:44 pmalma-jr.livejournal.comPre-Milliways
A tall, skinny girl pushes the door in with her back, for her hands are still in her pockets. As she turns around she doens't see Eddie, the creepy cashier selling lotto tickets. She sees, well...she doesn't know what she sees. She lets the door shut behind her just as silently as it opened.
Alma Del Mar Jr. has come to Milliways.
[ooc: mun's first milliways post ever...don't eat her.]
A tall, skinny girl pushes the door in with her back, for her hands are still in her pockets. As she turns around she doens't see Eddie, the creepy cashier selling lotto tickets. She sees, well...she doesn't know what she sees. She lets the door shut behind her just as silently as it opened.
Alma Del Mar Jr. has come to Milliways.
[ooc: mun's first milliways post ever...don't eat her.]
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Apr. 19th, 2006 09:45 pmbefore-w.livejournal.comHe's just a man in a mask.
You get those here, it must be said, and perhaps that means there's nothing overly special about him. Just a man in a mask, dressed all in black.
He'd been watching The Count of Monte Cristo, and merely gone to get more popcorn.
It must be said as well that he does not particularly remember there ever being others in his kitchen, nor his kitchen looking like a pub.
You get those here, it must be said, and perhaps that means there's nothing overly special about him. Just a man in a mask, dressed all in black.
He'd been watching The Count of Monte Cristo, and merely gone to get more popcorn.
It must be said as well that he does not particularly remember there ever being others in his kitchen, nor his kitchen looking like a pub.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 09:57 pmleftthecradle.livejournal.comThe sun is nearly down out by the Lake. In it's fading, golden light, a pale figure can be seen leaping and whirling.
The Ranger has laid aside his robes once again. In his hands is a five-foot-long metal staff. A million years have passed and still Anla'shok are trained in the ways of the denn'bok, the Minbari battle pike. The staff might as well be made of straw given the speed with which he wields it against imaginary opponents.
He hopes that disciplining body and mind through pike forms will tame his rebellious spirit. He is focused on the flow of the kata, but his awareness stretches for some space around him.
Perhaps he might stop if someone came close to talk.
The Ranger has laid aside his robes once again. In his hands is a five-foot-long metal staff. A million years have passed and still Anla'shok are trained in the ways of the denn'bok, the Minbari battle pike. The staff might as well be made of straw given the speed with which he wields it against imaginary opponents.
He hopes that disciplining body and mind through pike forms will tame his rebellious spirit. He is focused on the flow of the kata, but his awareness stretches for some space around him.
Perhaps he might stop if someone came close to talk.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 09:59 pmalec-or-alonzo.livejournal.comPhil sits at her usual table near the bar with the latest edition of Canadian Woman. She's not quite tearing up over the end of the serial she's been reading, but she does have a very prettily embroidered handkerchief out just in case.
Perhaps she needs tea.
Perhaps she needs tea.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 10:13 pmsong_tra_bongMary Anne's down in the bar tonight, for once sticking to water instead of booze.
If she actually felt motivated to move around, you might notice she's favoring her hip. For now though, she's content to lounge in a booth and watch the room. Know her, don't know her, interested in tormenting her? Feel free to stop by.
If she actually felt motivated to move around, you might notice she's favoring her hip. For now though, she's content to lounge in a booth and watch the room. Know her, don't know her, interested in tormenting her? Feel free to stop by.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 10:17 pmprincessjosiane.livejournal.comOOMx2
Last night was busy for the recently returned princess. First she runs into Miho, and goes back to her room. Later she finds Delia.
warnings on both for sex, and warnings on the first for violence and blood-play.
Last night was busy for the recently returned princess. First she runs into Miho, and goes back to her room. Later she finds Delia.
warnings on both for sex, and warnings on the first for violence and blood-play.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 10:19 pmartsmartscarlet.livejournal.com(Out of Milliways: In which Jane raids the family storage room to see if she can't find anything for Mark. Featuring cameos by a couple members of her family.)
The front door opens into a room full of... stuff. Broken pottery wheels, old guitars - you name it, and if it's somehow artsy, it's probably there. And so is Jane.
Once she notices where the door's headed, she grins and props it open. When she comes in, she's pushing a cart in front of her - one of those two-wheeled affairs - with a... thing with film reels on it.
The technical term, she has decided, is 'screenything.'
Anyway. She gets that in the bar, kicks the prop back into the room she came from, and looks around for a certain filmmaker.
The front door opens into a room full of... stuff. Broken pottery wheels, old guitars - you name it, and if it's somehow artsy, it's probably there. And so is Jane.
Once she notices where the door's headed, she grins and props it open. When she comes in, she's pushing a cart in front of her - one of those two-wheeled affairs - with a... thing with film reels on it.
The technical term, she has decided, is 'screenything.'
Anyway. She gets that in the bar, kicks the prop back into the room she came from, and looks around for a certain filmmaker.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 10:31 pmwheelsy_sheriffAnd Sheriff Bill is back in the bar, though truthfully he has yet to leave. But, now he's in plain sight sitting at a table with a bowl of boiled eggs. He's peeling one now and nursing a beer off to the side once again in civilian attire his hat and jacket resting not far off.
Feel free to chat, he likes talkin to folks and sharing crazy stories.
Feel free to chat, he likes talkin to folks and sharing crazy stories.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 10:59 pmeldorne-girl.livejournal.com[someone is in a good mood as they walk down the stairs, carrying books and papers]
[Delia, sporting a swollen bottom lip and wearing a high-collared, long-sleved black blouse, is even humming as she sets her work up. Accountant, for Madame Lilly's Brothel]
[and Delicate Flower, of course, but the accounting requires far more brain-power and Delia is out of practice]
[she wouldn't mind distraction, though, but be warned. She may be Smug at you]
[Delia, sporting a swollen bottom lip and wearing a high-collared, long-sleved black blouse, is even humming as she sets her work up. Accountant, for Madame Lilly's Brothel]
[and Delicate Flower, of course, but the accounting requires far more brain-power and Delia is out of practice]
[she wouldn't mind distraction, though, but be warned. She may be Smug at you]
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Apr. 19th, 2006 11:08 pmprototype-karr.livejournal.comKARR is doing something he hasn't done in awhile-he's simply sitting in the bar, parked near the back door. His scanner moves lazily as he watches the crowd, for once not bothering to fight his way through chairs and shins. Judging from the pace of his scanner, he might be open to conversation...or he could be on the look out for someone to snark at.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 11:34 pmriver_meimeiRiver is sitting crosslegged on the floor near the fire. On the low table in front of her is a plate, a small bowl, and half a pomegranate. She's picking out pomegranate seeds one by one and placing them in the bowl, with great concentration.
Every so often she decides she's picked out enough for the moment, and switches to eating them one by one with great concentration instead.
Every so often she decides she's picked out enough for the moment, and switches to eating them one by one with great concentration instead.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 11:38 pmbadinlatin[OOM: Mal and Inara have a discussion about delicate flowers, Jayne and dartboards. And money, yeah, that too.]
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Apr. 19th, 2006 11:39 pmrigthegames.livejournal.comSands lingers at the door. For a second, it almost seems like he's going to turn back, but then his mouth tightens and, with a quiet snort of laughter, he makes his way over to Bar.
“Give this to Mal,” he says, dropping a creased and bloodstained handkerchief onto the bar top. A satisfied nod as it disappears, and he settles himself down on a stool, fingering his bruises.
[ooc: only around for a couple of hours, but slowtime is love.]
“Give this to Mal,” he says, dropping a creased and bloodstained handkerchief onto the bar top. A satisfied nod as it disappears, and he settles himself down on a stool, fingering his bruises.
[ooc: only around for a couple of hours, but slowtime is love.]
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Apr. 19th, 2006 11:41 pmlatino_menaceRamon's in a back booth with a notebook and pen, which is making him swear every now and again because it's hard to write with a messed up hand. He's not letting it stop him though, because there are Things To Plan. He's been quiet long enough, he feels.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 11:48 pmthat-valentine.livejournal.comSo, Valentine.
At his usual table, with his usual cut-glass decanter of good red wine, and spare glass for a friend. Today, he also has some fruit - grapes and figs - and a small loaf of dark bread. He also has a piece of soft white cheese, and he is alternating pieces of bread with cheese half-crumbled half smeared onto it, with mouthfuls of fig. The grapes are, thus far, untouched.
He has a book, but it's sitting on the table, face down, opened about half-way through. The spine is surely being ruined. But it's a cheap kids paperback, after all.
At his usual table, with his usual cut-glass decanter of good red wine, and spare glass for a friend. Today, he also has some fruit - grapes and figs - and a small loaf of dark bread. He also has a piece of soft white cheese, and he is alternating pieces of bread with cheese half-crumbled half smeared onto it, with mouthfuls of fig. The grapes are, thus far, untouched.
He has a book, but it's sitting on the table, face down, opened about half-way through. The spine is surely being ruined. But it's a cheap kids paperback, after all.
