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artsmartscarlet.livejournal.com(Out of Milliways: In which Jane works on plans for the loft, and discovers an... unexpected frame of reference.)
Apr. 25th, 2006
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Apr. 25th, 2006 12:07 amshakenstrfaith.livejournal.com(OOM: Scully had been praying and thinking recent and distant past for answers to questions she didn't understand.)
The FBI Agent was in the bar again, sitting at a table near the Observation Window. Perhaps hoping the display of stars dying would offer some answers she was seeking. Her pen tapped impatiently against the notebook of notes and observations she had nearby. There was a glass of iced tea by her, but it seemed barely touched.
She looked like she could use a distraction or some answers really.
The FBI Agent was in the bar again, sitting at a table near the Observation Window. Perhaps hoping the display of stars dying would offer some answers she was seeking. Her pen tapped impatiently against the notebook of notes and observations she had nearby. There was a glass of iced tea by her, but it seemed barely touched.
She looked like she could use a distraction or some answers really.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 12:27 amgaelic-fae-girl.livejournal.comMolly stopped into the bar. It had been a while, and coming here was a bit of surprise to her. She had her sketchbook with her, so she ordered a vanilla milkshake from the bar, and found a booth nearby. She sipped on the shake, and sketched. Looked like a self-portrait, only while it was her in Faerie, there was also flames in the background, and surrounding her like an angry corona. She then drew a sharp line across the paper, and tore it out the book. She crumpled it up, and tossed it in a random direction with a huff.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 12:39 amrigthegames.livejournal.com[OOM: Sands is stoned and it is Cute.]
Sands is sat on a couch by the fire with his legs stretched out in front of him, actually looking well rested for once. Every so often he tugs irritably at his sling, but for the most part seems content to just sit and gaze into the flames, a cigarette in hand and a glass of tequila within easy reach.
Sands is sat on a couch by the fire with his legs stretched out in front of him, actually looking well rested for once. Every so often he tugs irritably at his sling, but for the most part seems content to just sit and gaze into the flames, a cigarette in hand and a glass of tequila within easy reach.
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river_meimeiRiver's curled up in the corner of the couch, with an untouched mug of tea. She's wearing a dark grey garment like a serape over her brightly patterned skirt and shirt, although it's tossed back haphazardly. Her fingers twine in the fringe.
She doesn't look happy. Queasy, maybe, or sulking -- or, maybe, a little of each.
She doesn't look happy. Queasy, maybe, or sulking -- or, maybe, a little of each.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 01:03 amk_in_blackWhere'd he come from? One sneaky well-trained Man in Black sits at the bar, glass of top-shelf bourbon beside him as he skims the supermarket tabloids he downloaded that afternoon into his Baltian PDA (think a Blackberry on steroids).
"Two-headed baby born to nun in Bangaladesh predicts Microsoft Vesta will be year late, require forty-eight security patches."
K shakes his head. "Like that's news. Might as well be reading the Times."
Looks like he could use a distraction.
"Two-headed baby born to nun in Bangaladesh predicts Microsoft Vesta will be year late, require forty-eight security patches."
K shakes his head. "Like that's news. Might as well be reading the Times."
Looks like he could use a distraction.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 01:04 ammctrillian.livejournal.com"Checkmate. Finally. I win. Finally."
Were it not incredibly meta, Trillian would say 'mine is an evil laugh.' However, there are plenty of reasons she can't.
Frankie and Benjy, on the other side of the chessboard, both look sullen.
... As for the mun? Well, she is waiting another, say, hour before taking Lunesta, so you may feel free to get delirium!sleep-dep!tags for at least that timespan.
Were it not incredibly meta, Trillian would say 'mine is an evil laugh.' However, there are plenty of reasons she can't.
Frankie and Benjy, on the other side of the chessboard, both look sullen.
... As for the mun? Well, she is waiting another, say, hour before taking Lunesta, so you may feel free to get delirium!sleep-dep!tags for at least that timespan.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 03:12 amtibetanmethod[Out of...well, not entirely out of Milliways:
Dale Cooper makes one final recording.
Diane isn't the one listening, though.
Unfortunately.]
Dale Cooper makes one final recording.
Diane isn't the one listening, though.
Unfortunately.]
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Apr. 25th, 2006 04:48 amgentleprince.livejournal.com[OOM: Faramir takes a shower. Backstory is involved. No applicable warnings.]
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Apr. 25th, 2006 04:50 amblue_ajah[OOM: After her visit to Twin Peaks earlier in the evening, Moiraine returns home to the Dreaming-- where a less-than-pleased Morpheus is waiting for her.
It turns out that sometimes differences between mortals and the Endless can be... difficult.]
It turns out that sometimes differences between mortals and the Endless can be... difficult.]
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Apr. 25th, 2006 06:03 ammiddle-name-s.livejournal.com[Out of Milliways and Into Twin Peaks:
The World's Oldest Waiter has a gift for Moiraine, which she shares with Harry.
They go back to Twin Peaks to investigate, after a quick sidetrip to the hospital.
Then, Harry makes a call.]
The World's Oldest Waiter has a gift for Moiraine, which she shares with Harry.
They go back to Twin Peaks to investigate, after a quick sidetrip to the hospital.
Then, Harry makes a call.]
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Apr. 25th, 2006 06:15 amgorlim.livejournal.com[OOM: Namo and Gorlim go to pay Ruin their dual debt, after which Malcolm comes to the rescue (by virtue of the fact that Rick was online so we dragged him into our mess) and does what he can for the two thoroughly abused pups.
Thread the first has WARNINGS for some seriously nasty shit involving sex, violence, medieval torture devices, and emotional breakitude. Thread the second has warnings for blood and breaky.
As of now, Gorlim is out of commission for the next few days, but will have an OOM up for anyone who wishes to visit him. Namo has somewhat better healing mojo, being a god and all, so will be more aroundish.]
Thread the first has WARNINGS for some seriously nasty shit involving sex, violence, medieval torture devices, and emotional breakitude. Thread the second has warnings for blood and breaky.
As of now, Gorlim is out of commission for the next few days, but will have an OOM up for anyone who wishes to visit him. Namo has somewhat better healing mojo, being a god and all, so will be more aroundish.]
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Apr. 25th, 2006 06:38 amamanda-darieux.livejournal.comAmanda is lounging away in the bar. When I say lounging I mean sh ehas fallen asleep. SOmehow she is still experiencing strange jet lag beween her world and the end of the unliverse, go figure). However she is having a nightmare, tossing, turning, clutching her ears, and closing her eyes tight as though there is something she doesn't want to see.
Careful how you approach her chances are she wont know who you are at first.
Careful how you approach her chances are she wont know who you are at first.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 08:18 amwalker-cain.livejournal.comCain slowly walks back towards the Bar's back door, having just completed a run. It wasn't a very long one, but he is trying to get into better shape and is rather annoyed at how hard it has been. So, he has been pushing it.
Now, walking back in, he smiles as he sees the garden areas, and waves to a couple of people he sees along the way.
When he glances up, he sees the roof's edge above and stops for a moment, just glancing up. A long ways up... a very long ways.
After a few moments, he continues on to get breakfast from bar and settle in for the morning.
Now, walking back in, he smiles as he sees the garden areas, and waves to a couple of people he sees along the way.
When he glances up, he sees the roof's edge above and stops for a moment, just glancing up. A long ways up... a very long ways.
After a few moments, he continues on to get breakfast from bar and settle in for the morning.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 08:25 ama-simple-choice.livejournal.comJor-El sits on a rock in the gardens and glasnces around. He feels... off. Hs skin is tingly and his whole body feels jerky, like there is too much energy or something. He shakes his ehad and dismisses it as nerves. He is still trying to deal with....
He gulps and tries to brush away the sudden urge to cry again as Lara comes into his thoughts.
Did you escape too? Somehow? Did you find a way out of that madness? Or am I alone now?
Quietly, in the sun, he sits and tries not to think dark thoughts.
He gulps and tries to brush away the sudden urge to cry again as Lara comes into his thoughts.
Did you escape too? Somehow? Did you find a way out of that madness? Or am I alone now?
Quietly, in the sun, he sits and tries not to think dark thoughts.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 08:53 amnull-ordo.livejournal.com[OOM: Ordo asks Mereel and Kal about other clones. He gets no answers but the mun gets to play around with writing conversations in Mando'a at ungodly hours of the morning.]
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Apr. 25th, 2006 09:06 ammollyprewett.livejournal.comMolly, still elated from the success of yesterday's trial for a new spell she learned, has finished in the gardens for the day. All the of plants she worked with got an extra dose of her singing as she worked, and now she's still humming as she comes into the bar for a cool drink.
The Bar provides her with something she's never had before... a tall glass with ice and an amber liquid that looks suspiciously like... tea?
The Bar provides her with something she's never had before... a tall glass with ice and an amber liquid that looks suspiciously like... tea?
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Apr. 25th, 2006 09:19 amrandomsbastard.livejournal.comSprawled in a chair with a bottle of whiskey and a platter of...more or less every kind of junk food known to Earthly man...is Martin of Amber.
He's alternating food and drink, but mostly? Mostly he's watching the room.
He's alternating food and drink, but mostly? Mostly he's watching the room.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 10:58 amsomeonesdogAngua has a case.
And she doesn't want to have it. It smells disgusting, and it rubs her up the wrong way in all the wrong ways.
Sitting at a table, she's attempting to stare it down, mouth curled up into a dangerous snarl. She daren't let it out of her sight, and there's no way in eight hells she's taking it back to Ankh-Morpork with her.
She just needs to find someone that'll alert Security to it.
And she doesn't want to have it. It smells disgusting, and it rubs her up the wrong way in all the wrong ways.
Sitting at a table, she's attempting to stare it down, mouth curled up into a dangerous snarl. She daren't let it out of her sight, and there's no way in eight hells she's taking it back to Ankh-Morpork with her.
She just needs to find someone that'll alert Security to it.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 11:55 amgeneral-lando.livejournal.comLando sits quietly at a table near the center of the room, reading a book about Earther games of chance. He's looking for someone named CJ, but is also more than willing to say hello to anyone else who might happen by.
[ooc: usual slowtime probabilities]
[ooc: usual slowtime probabilities]
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Apr. 25th, 2006 12:11 pmrandomsbastard.livejournal.comMartin leaves a 
( note for Random and Raina )
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Apr. 25th, 2006 12:36 pmelvish-hunter.livejournal.comThe weather is good and the Hunter is taking full advantage.
There are several targets set up outside near the lake, and she is practicing shooting at each of them in rapid succession. A precision drill.
So far, it's going very well. If you look close enough, you might see her smile.
There are several targets set up outside near the lake, and she is practicing shooting at each of them in rapid succession. A precision drill.
So far, it's going very well. If you look close enough, you might see her smile.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 01:10 pmmnt_donnie[OOM: Millitimed to a day or so after the Delicate Flower launch party, Raph has a hangover and a visitor.]
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Apr. 25th, 2006 01:30 pmtwoeyesonthesky.livejournal.comYesterday's conversation with Wash put Quinn a little bit on edge again. Nothing against Wash, you understand, but after you've lived more than half your life without the use of money, phrases like 'we're gonna be rich' spark a certain amount of panic.
It helps, he finds, to do work. He's thus compiling a shopping list- it's quite a long one, since he's writing down anything useful or necessary that pops into his mind. Occasionally he goes back over the list and scratches an entry out, or circles another.
He'd be willing to be sociable if someone stopped by.
It helps, he finds, to do work. He's thus compiling a shopping list- it's quite a long one, since he's writing down anything useful or necessary that pops into his mind. Occasionally he goes back over the list and scratches an entry out, or circles another.
He'd be willing to be sociable if someone stopped by.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 02:36 pmforthsdaughter.livejournal.comAfter some more of the same, unsettling nightmares, Nefret has given up on sleeping. She has also, in fact, given up on working, reading, and doing all that much of anything else -- and that's why the next plan is to go outside.
In the stables, the large, white-coated Arab mare is thrilled to see her, and playfully gnoshes on Nefret's hair as she scrambles for a more nutritious and pleasant apple.
"Come on, Moondancer," Nefret chides, pushing the head as large as her torso through the harness and attatching a longe. "Let's go get turned out, hmm?"
Despite the seeming peace, company is more than welcome.
In the stables, the large, white-coated Arab mare is thrilled to see her, and playfully gnoshes on Nefret's hair as she scrambles for a more nutritious and pleasant apple.
"Come on, Moondancer," Nefret chides, pushing the head as large as her torso through the harness and attatching a longe. "Let's go get turned out, hmm?"
Despite the seeming peace, company is more than welcome.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 03:10 pmman-ofthewatch.livejournal.comJon snow in the bar.
Large white wolf sitting at his feet staring at the door to the outside.
Feel free to talk to him?
Large white wolf sitting at his feet staring at the door to the outside.
Feel free to talk to him?
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Apr. 25th, 2006 03:15 pmfathers-cleric.livejournal.comTwo Librians walk into a bar.
No wait, that's not how it goes.
Two Librians walk downstairs. They're back in their somber gray attire-so it stands to reason that they must be going home (as if the dufflebag Preston was carrying weren't a big enough clue) Neither Father nor son look particularly sociable, but Robbie's got a very dark look on his face.
They're sitting in a booth toward the fire enjoying a light meal. You could cut the tension between them with a knife.
Doesn't mean you can't attempt to talk to them.
No wait, that's not how it goes.
Two Librians walk downstairs. They're back in their somber gray attire-so it stands to reason that they must be going home (as if the dufflebag Preston was carrying weren't a big enough clue) Neither Father nor son look particularly sociable, but Robbie's got a very dark look on his face.
They're sitting in a booth toward the fire enjoying a light meal. You could cut the tension between them with a knife.
Doesn't mean you can't attempt to talk to them.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 03:24 pmconflictedhero.livejournal.comThe Door opens and Bruce Banner walks in, a small bag in his arms. He looks around and smiles, relieved. Mission successful.
He walks to the Bar and orders a beer and some pretzels and then settles at a table.
He opens the bag and spreads out a huge stack of papers, scanning them, and nodding as he begins to read.
He walks to the Bar and orders a beer and some pretzels and then settles at a table.
He opens the bag and spreads out a huge stack of papers, scanning them, and nodding as he begins to read.
Out of Milliways: Indy and Mike's suite
Apr. 25th, 2006 03:28 pmhenry-jones-jr.livejournal.com[OOM. Lilly drops by this afternoon to thank Indy for his gifts. There's mutual appreciation, a sticking point on future joint-adventuring and a smattering of cute. Worryingly flirt-free, with a slightly odd ending.]
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Apr. 25th, 2006 05:02 pmnot-one-drop.livejournal.comMal is happy.
She is also doing her best contented cat expression on the rug in front of the fire, sprawled, and in danger of actually melting into a puddle of relaxation. She's also postioned exactly where feet generally want to go.
So, if you'd like to sit down, be warned...you'll have to poke her first.
[ooc: Mun will be on and off due to faulty internet and/or performances...all tags will be picked up, and we love to talk ;)]
She is also doing her best contented cat expression on the rug in front of the fire, sprawled, and in danger of actually melting into a puddle of relaxation. She's also postioned exactly where feet generally want to go.
So, if you'd like to sit down, be warned...you'll have to poke her first.
[ooc: Mun will be on and off due to faulty internet and/or performances...all tags will be picked up, and we love to talk ;)]
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Apr. 25th, 2006 05:07 pmbloodyrockgodCharlie, at the piano, singing.
( but darling, most of all, I love how you love me )
He's a sentimental little thing. He knows.
( but darling, most of all, I love how you love me )He's a sentimental little thing. He knows.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 05:54 pmdear-of-heart.livejournal.comThe door opens marginally and a small wooden box is pushed through at shoulder-level. Before the door can close, however, the box hits the ground with a resounding crash.
A pale, tired face slows peeks back through the door, her eyes opening in awe.
It doesn't seem like she's remembered to come in.
How did a tavern end up in the classroom pantry?
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Apr. 25th, 2006 06:33 pmjackdriscoll.livejournal.com[ In New York City, 1999:
Until you've loved a love you've had to lose, you don't know what love is. Warnings for emo, King Kong spoilers and jazz lyrics, some of which are questionably evil. ]
Until you've loved a love you've had to lose, you don't know what love is. Warnings for emo, King Kong spoilers and jazz lyrics, some of which are questionably evil. ]
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Apr. 25th, 2006 06:35 pmgiftedthom.livejournal.com*Thom enters unusually quietly and makes his way to an empty table.*
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Apr. 25th, 2006 06:41 pmnamo[OOM: The Afternoon After -- Námo wakes enough to tend to Gorlim a little before retreating to the bathroom. Warnings for angst.]
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Apr. 25th, 2006 06:56 pmterror-soars.livejournal.comThere's a large pterodactyl in the bar, currently perched on a table. It's stabbing its toothy beak into a dead rabbit, coming up with bits of flesh that it snaps down quickly.
The only thing that hints that this might not be a regular pterodactyl is the bowl of red, glowing, fizzing liquid beside it. The bird will dip its beak into the bowl and toss its head back to swallow. It seems perfectly happy drinking...weird glowing stuff. Want to find out why?
The only thing that hints that this might not be a regular pterodactyl is the bowl of red, glowing, fizzing liquid beside it. The bird will dip its beak into the bowl and toss its head back to swallow. It seems perfectly happy drinking...weird glowing stuff. Want to find out why?
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Apr. 25th, 2006 07:12 pmiambetadraconisShadows.
That's where Rabastan is sitting. In the shadows. Wearing his darkness. As he usually does.
He looks like he's missed sleep, and he has. It seems as though the tiger's eye Moon gave him can't block out the vision he's been having again and again as of late.
So instead of getting proper rest he's sitting in the bar, staring at the patrons as they mill about.
Because it's better than watching yourself being torn apart by savage beasts...
[Closed to Námo and Moon for the mean time. Say sorry.]
That's where Rabastan is sitting. In the shadows. Wearing his darkness. As he usually does.
He looks like he's missed sleep, and he has. It seems as though the tiger's eye Moon gave him can't block out the vision he's been having again and again as of late.
So instead of getting proper rest he's sitting in the bar, staring at the patrons as they mill about.
Because it's better than watching yourself being torn apart by savage beasts...
[Closed to Námo and Moon for the mean time. Say sorry.]
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Apr. 25th, 2006 07:14 pmguppy_sandhuThe doctor is in
Guppy is multitasking.
His left foot has got a pom pom on a stick on it, which he is wiggling around for the large black bundle of fluff under the table. His left hand is holding down the page of a large, rather battered text book, whilst his right hand is occupied with trying to consume a slice of rather gooey pizza.
Every now and again he gets confused and ends up dripping cheese on the cat.
Guppy is multitasking.
His left foot has got a pom pom on a stick on it, which he is wiggling around for the large black bundle of fluff under the table. His left hand is holding down the page of a large, rather battered text book, whilst his right hand is occupied with trying to consume a slice of rather gooey pizza.
Every now and again he gets confused and ends up dripping cheese on the cat.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 07:19 pmjedipilot.livejournal.comPatience has never exactly been one of her strong suits. So when Jaina woke up this morning, she knew that this would be the day where she'd start resuming with her training.
It's been long enough. Her leg is in a good enough shape and she's missed being outdoors, reflecting the red laser bolts from a couple of training remotes. She's missed the hum of her lightsaber and the eerie violet glow in the evening sky. Rodder, she's even missed the feel of a missed bolt hitting her arms.
Well, all that explains the grin on her face for one thing, as Jaina continues with her lightsaber practice, almost completely absorbed in the activity.
Yeah, she's missed this.
It's been long enough. Her leg is in a good enough shape and she's missed being outdoors, reflecting the red laser bolts from a couple of training remotes. She's missed the hum of her lightsaber and the eerie violet glow in the evening sky. Rodder, she's even missed the feel of a missed bolt hitting her arms.
Well, all that explains the grin on her face for one thing, as Jaina continues with her lightsaber practice, almost completely absorbed in the activity.
Yeah, she's missed this.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 07:21 pmscapepigSooo, one unsuspecting pig trots over the big hole in the ground.
He finds himself chin deep in water with some surprise. He doesn't remember this being here yesterday. Still, pity to waste it.
Mmmmmm.... mud bath...
He finds himself chin deep in water with some surprise. He doesn't remember this being here yesterday. Still, pity to waste it.
Mmmmmm.... mud bath...
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Apr. 25th, 2006 08:02 pmpolitestpirate.livejournal.comYoung british officer in the bar. He often is, at a table with tea, books, and paper for either mapping the exploding stars, or designing flying ships. As the bright flashing lights outside the window are giving him a bit of a headache, Wellard is working on the ships at the moment.
He is fine for being bothered- either with pointing out that those designs will not work because a) Ships don't fly, or b) That design is hardly aerodynamical. Though if you have suggestions to fix either argument, those would be far more appreciated.
He is fine for being bothered- either with pointing out that those designs will not work because a) Ships don't fly, or b) That design is hardly aerodynamical. Though if you have suggestions to fix either argument, those would be far more appreciated.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 08:10 pmjackdriscoll.livejournal.comA writer sits by the fire, his shoes on the floor, his feet up on the base cushion of the chair. A glass of whisky sits on a nearby stand, mostly untouched.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 08:33 pmdragonofgrey.livejournal.comDonkey-eared Draco in the bar.
Nope, he's still pissed about it. And fixing it's trickier than he thought.
There was a bottle of firewhiskey by him, and no food, just a shotglass.
Pour, gulp, slam.
It's a working system, though likely the other reason he's still stuck with them.
Insert Bottom or Midsummer Night's Dream jokes here.
Nope, he's still pissed about it. And fixing it's trickier than he thought.
There was a bottle of firewhiskey by him, and no food, just a shotglass.
Pour, gulp, slam.
It's a working system, though likely the other reason he's still stuck with them.
Insert Bottom or Midsummer Night's Dream jokes here.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 08:35 pmthe_lionessOne knight in the bar, hair tied back with a piece of leather and a sword at her side. She watches the crowd as she tucks into a bowl of soup. There's a restless air about her tonight, not because she's particularly anxious or worried, but because she has War on the brain. Every now and then, she rubs her shoulder and grips her soup spoon that much more tightly.
[OOC: I adore you all, but my voice is dying, and the voice recognition software is giving me problems. I'll likely disappear shortly. However, I'll pick up threads as soon as I'm able. *apologizes*]
[OOC: I adore you all, but my voice is dying, and the voice recognition software is giving me problems. I'll likely disappear shortly. However, I'll pick up threads as soon as I'm able. *apologizes*]
Barmaid on Duty!
Apr. 25th, 2006 08:46 pmmaid-of-astolat.livejournal.comElaine comes downstairs, in a rather quiet mood. So many things have happened in the past few weeks, and it has her thinking and worrying a little bit.
She almost forgets to pick up her tray from the bar as she prepares for work.
"Bar, could you send a vase of flowers to Kim Bauer's room, please?"
A small card appears on the bar, stating simply: It is done. Kim will now find a bouquet of her favorite flowers on her bedside table, with a note stating who they are from.
"Thank you, Bar."
And then she goes to find people to wait on.
She almost forgets to pick up her tray from the bar as she prepares for work.
"Bar, could you send a vase of flowers to Kim Bauer's room, please?"
A small card appears on the bar, stating simply: It is done. Kim will now find a bouquet of her favorite flowers on her bedside table, with a note stating who they are from.
"Thank you, Bar."
And then she goes to find people to wait on.
Bartending post
Apr. 25th, 2006 08:52 pmcallmefelicia.livejournal.comAdam is behind the Bar, wearing - for those who can see it - the skirt Angel gave him.
It's knee-length, pleated, and blindingly pink, with some black lines randomly cutting geometric patterns on it.
Come get a drink!
It's knee-length, pleated, and blindingly pink, with some black lines randomly cutting geometric patterns on it.
Come get a drink!
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Apr. 25th, 2006 08:55 pmwalker-cain.livejournal.comCain sits in the bar wearing a casual suit, working on some papers from a briefcase.
A martini sits next to his case and he glances around the bar with a small smile as he sits there.
A martini sits next to his case and he glances around the bar with a small smile as he sits there.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 08:57 pmawesome_lillyLilly's in the bar, coffee and a thoughtful air. She's probably planning something.
Probably several somethings, really. Still, odds are good she won't ask you to be a whore if you stop by. That's so last week.
Probably several somethings, really. Still, odds are good she won't ask you to be a whore if you stop by. That's so last week.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 08:57 pmmagius-unlocked.livejournal.comMagius is sitting at a booth, speaking quietly and rhythmically.
He is holding his hands out before him, spaced about three feet apart. Between his hands small lights move, and form features of landscape, as if on a map. The image slowly grows, becoming a landscape as he continues. Despite his working, he is most disturbable.
He is holding his hands out before him, spaced about three feet apart. Between his hands small lights move, and form features of landscape, as if on a map. The image slowly grows, becoming a landscape as he continues. Despite his working, he is most disturbable.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 09:06 pmno-devo-quotes.livejournal.comDoor opens.
Enter one young woman of vaguely Medieval setting (the sort of fudged type that one sees in some high fantasy or adventure stories), bearing a very young infant before her with a mildly annoyed look.
"While you was in there, all you ever did was kick, kick, kick," she informs it, "Now you're out, all y'do is sleep, look at stuff, an' crap. Ain't you-" The words freeze as she automatically tenses up. It takes a brief glance around for her to relax a bit.
"Louder'n the convent, huh? Guess it's more interestin' t'look at, too." With that, she nudges the door closed with her foot and claims a seat near the wall.
Enter one young woman of vaguely Medieval setting (the sort of fudged type that one sees in some high fantasy or adventure stories), bearing a very young infant before her with a mildly annoyed look.
"While you was in there, all you ever did was kick, kick, kick," she informs it, "Now you're out, all y'do is sleep, look at stuff, an' crap. Ain't you-" The words freeze as she automatically tenses up. It takes a brief glance around for her to relax a bit.
"Louder'n the convent, huh? Guess it's more interestin' t'look at, too." With that, she nudges the door closed with her foot and claims a seat near the wall.
A drunken stupor
Apr. 25th, 2006 09:40 pmobligatoryassLogan's been at it again. Some things don't change, as much as he might pretend otherwise, and his need for the bottle after a rough time is one of those things.
And the past few weeks have been rough, to say the least.
Hannah's gone, thanks to his brilliant ineptitude, and after one amazing, awkward dance with Veronica Mars, she's back haunting his dreams again. And those dreams are as hot as any of their makeout sessions were, and about as frustrating.
He was playing video games at home, wearing sweat pants and no shirt, and when he had stood up to take a leak and walked out of the bathroom into Milliways. Logan would be happier to be here if it weren't a guaranteed end to his buzz.
Logan grins, runs a hand through his hair. "If I'd known I was coming, I would have put on clothes," he says to none in particular. "I hate to be so uncouth."
And the past few weeks have been rough, to say the least.
Hannah's gone, thanks to his brilliant ineptitude, and after one amazing, awkward dance with Veronica Mars, she's back haunting his dreams again. And those dreams are as hot as any of their makeout sessions were, and about as frustrating.
He was playing video games at home, wearing sweat pants and no shirt, and when he had stood up to take a leak and walked out of the bathroom into Milliways. Logan would be happier to be here if it weren't a guaranteed end to his buzz.
Logan grins, runs a hand through his hair. "If I'd known I was coming, I would have put on clothes," he says to none in particular. "I hate to be so uncouth."
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Apr. 25th, 2006 09:53 pmasar-suti.livejournal.comThis morning, a rather bleary-looking purple deity was sitting by the trilobite tank with Feahelce, waiting for somebody to turn up and take the baby off him.
To pass the time until then, he was showing Feahlece the inhabitants of the tank. The little half-Vala definitely seemed to prefer Julietta, the Curious Squid from Eska's world.
[[OOC: Plot-locked to Nerdanel and Gil, for handing the baby over - say sorry!]]
To pass the time until then, he was showing Feahlece the inhabitants of the tank. The little half-Vala definitely seemed to prefer Julietta, the Curious Squid from Eska's world.
[[OOC: Plot-locked to Nerdanel and Gil, for handing the baby over - say sorry!]]
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Apr. 25th, 2006 10:10 pmmollyprewett.livejournal.comMolly's still riding high on the sucess of her new spell, and is feeling in the mood to celebrate.
She's put on one of the fancier dresses that Cain bought her, and thinks she'll see if she can spot him: she wants to dance. And if she doesn't find him? Maybe she'll dance by herself... wouldn't that be a shame?
She's put on one of the fancier dresses that Cain bought her, and thinks she'll see if she can spot him: she wants to dance. And if she doesn't find him? Maybe she'll dance by herself... wouldn't that be a shame?
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Apr. 25th, 2006 10:17 pmgood-witch-tara.livejournal.comTara comes down the stairs, smiling but...with a little bit of nervousness still somehow evident in her walk and the way she sits. She doesn't even have to ask anymore, as soon as she sits down a cup of steaming hot chocolate topped with whipped cream appears in front of her. She takes a sip and sighs.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 10:29 pmyuppie-trash.livejournal.comThe glossy pages of a men's magazine (Gentlemen's Quarterly, April 1987. Pierce Bronson is interviewed, questions about his career after Remington Steele.) are being browsed through, impatiently. At his elbow a still icy tumbler of Kalashnikov vodka rests. He sips it slowly in an attitude to contrast his treatment of the magazine.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 10:31 pmprone-to-panic.livejournal.comIf there's anyone in the bar in need of an Archie Kennedy, or in want of one, here's your chance to get him. Or just gape at the fact that he's not wearing his umiform. Again.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 10:33 pmand-far-away.livejournal.comThe door opens... and it seems Sharpe wasn't expecting it to open here right this moment, because he's not alone when he walks in.
He's going slowly and carefully, for reasons that become clear when he gets all the way in... and so does the very small boy clinging to his hand and toddling after him.
Welcome to Milliways, Patrick Lassan.
He's going slowly and carefully, for reasons that become clear when he gets all the way in... and so does the very small boy clinging to his hand and toddling after him.
Welcome to Milliways, Patrick Lassan.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 10:43 pminto-inferno.livejournal.comDante had stated during his last visit that, while not necessarily unwelcome, he'd not yet found his arrivals at the end of the universe to be convenient. That, it seems, may have been a mistake. Apparently, some strange cosmic force had heard him, and decided to change this.
So it is that the devil hunter stumbles in, burned and bloodied and battered, looking as though it is rather miraculous that he's still on his feet. He peers around through one eye, the other glued shut by blood oozing from a deep gash on his forehead. He appears surprised by his surroundings, but not entirely unrelieved.
There are definitely far worse places to turn up injured than at the end of the universe.
So it is that the devil hunter stumbles in, burned and bloodied and battered, looking as though it is rather miraculous that he's still on his feet. He peers around through one eye, the other glued shut by blood oozing from a deep gash on his forehead. He appears surprised by his surroundings, but not entirely unrelieved.
There are definitely far worse places to turn up injured than at the end of the universe.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 11:18 pmargyle_princess[OOM: After this]
There's a blonde teen-aged girl in the bar.
No, not that one.
Not that one, either.
This is a new one. You can tell she's new by the way she's standing dead stopped in the doorway, staring in confusion. She really didn't expect to find a bar in the middle of her new boarding school.
Hannah Griffith, pink argyle sweater and all, has found Milliways.
There's a blonde teen-aged girl in the bar.
No, not that one.
Not that one, either.
This is a new one. You can tell she's new by the way she's standing dead stopped in the doorway, staring in confusion. She really didn't expect to find a bar in the middle of her new boarding school.
Hannah Griffith, pink argyle sweater and all, has found Milliways.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 11:21 pmmissginnytonic.livejournal.comGinny smiles as she walks in the quietly sits at the bar people watching
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Apr. 25th, 2006 11:26 pmtwoeyesonthesky.livejournal.comHe's got the same book as last time- a large, illustrated copy of The Man Who Listens To Horses. Quite probably Quinn is going to read that thing until it wears out, either here or when he goes back home. It's fascinating stuff, even if it's a sample of a world that'll probably never come again.
He's taken up one of the chairs by the fireplace to read, and he's got a cup of tea beside him. The tea is going to go cold at this rate.
He's taken up one of the chairs by the fireplace to read, and he's got a cup of tea beside him. The tea is going to go cold at this rate.
