May. 3rd, 2006
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May. 3rd, 2006 12:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
awesome_lilly[OOC: During this conversation with Antigone, Lilly Got An Idea. Thanks to the lovely and obliging Ako, Lilly and Antigone are now on a Dead Girl Field Trip to Oklahoma. Lilly left a note for her suitemates and anyone who'd wonder where she was.]
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May. 3rd, 2006 12:30 amstbethadettesBeth almost looks surprised when the door opens and she and Spike enter. It was going to happen eventually. She just didn't expect it to be quite so sudden.
It's still a hell of a lot better than winding up in Cooksfield.
Shifting her bag from one hand to the other, she looks at Spike and nods toward the stairs.
It's no honeymoon suite up there, but it'll do.
It's still a hell of a lot better than winding up in Cooksfield.
Shifting her bag from one hand to the other, she looks at Spike and nods toward the stairs.
It's no honeymoon suite up there, but it'll do.
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May. 3rd, 2006 01:57 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
childofourtimes.livejournal.comAfter this...
Jimmy heads for the door. He can see it but has been told that it sometimes doesn't open even then. But he doesn't hesitate, just grabs it and tugs. And suddenly there's noise and the sound of people dancing and drinking...Jimmy grins manically and walks back home without looking back. If here's no different to there, he'd rather be somewhere where no one offers him apples.
Jimmy heads for the door. He can see it but has been told that it sometimes doesn't open even then. But he doesn't hesitate, just grabs it and tugs. And suddenly there's noise and the sound of people dancing and drinking...Jimmy grins manically and walks back home without looking back. If here's no different to there, he'd rather be somewhere where no one offers him apples.
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May. 3rd, 2006 02:08 aminto-inferno.livejournal.comDevil hunter in a booth, drinking beer and eating pizza. He hasn't left since his last arrival, and looks rather better than he had. Certainly not like a man who probably should have been on the verge of death not too long ago.
He has yet to notice the door isn't there. Please distract him before he does.
He has yet to notice the door isn't there. Please distract him before he does.
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May. 3rd, 2006 03:06 amsong_tra_bong[because it is a night for dreams...
oom: you can't go home again, but you can go to tra bong.
however, relaxing days turn into restless nights.
warnings for mild violence.]
oom: you can't go home again, but you can go to tra bong.
however, relaxing days turn into restless nights.
warnings for mild violence.]
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May. 3rd, 2006 03:32 amnamo[OOM: Darkness Falls Again -- Námo thinks in the quiet of the night. Warnings for angst and reference to past sexual ickiness, but no detail.]
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May. 3rd, 2006 03:48 amjackdriscoll.livejournal.com[ In New York City, 1999:
Jack Driscoll dreams. Warnings for violent/bloody imagery and emo, though the latter is always to be expected with Jack. ]
Jack Driscoll dreams. Warnings for violent/bloody imagery and emo, though the latter is always to be expected with Jack. ]
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May. 3rd, 2006 04:47 amtimsbooks.livejournal.comThere is a Tim in the bar.
It is the real one. And, after last night, he's... oh, dear.
Drinking Tim in the bar. He's got about seven empty glasses beside him on his table, and the drink he's currently gulping down has smoke pouring off of it. Because, you see, he's done it again. Done somethign stupid, betrayed a bunch of people, and, now, one of the worst villains in the place has acess to a single wish, using his magic. Which could do gods know how much damage.
Hence, the drinking.
Join in?
It is the real one. And, after last night, he's... oh, dear.
Drinking Tim in the bar. He's got about seven empty glasses beside him on his table, and the drink he's currently gulping down has smoke pouring off of it. Because, you see, he's done it again. Done somethign stupid, betrayed a bunch of people, and, now, one of the worst villains in the place has acess to a single wish, using his magic. Which could do gods know how much damage.
Hence, the drinking.
Join in?
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May. 3rd, 2006 05:14 amncdcas-cable.livejournal.comNear the lake, a man moves. Stripped to the waist, Nathan Summers, the Askani'son, called Cable, practices the moves of the long-dead, never-formed order.
He moves smoothly, going from form to form, sweat gleaming on his body and even his techno-organic limb. He exercises on a flat area, his eyes focused on what he is doing, his mind centered on old precepts and new.
He has been back home, and come back to Milliways again, several times.
He has things to do, elsewhere, but for the moment, all of that is lost, submerged, in the joy of movement and of form and function, of stretching, almost to pain and maybe beyond.
He moves smoothly, going from form to form, sweat gleaming on his body and even his techno-organic limb. He exercises on a flat area, his eyes focused on what he is doing, his mind centered on old precepts and new.
He has been back home, and come back to Milliways again, several times.
He has things to do, elsewhere, but for the moment, all of that is lost, submerged, in the joy of movement and of form and function, of stretching, almost to pain and maybe beyond.
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May. 3rd, 2006 06:14 aminquisitiveheroHank sits at the bar, drinking coffee, and tapping at his laptop.
Good coffee, shiny tech, mutant doctor.
Good coffee, shiny tech, mutant doctor.
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May. 3rd, 2006 07:04 amfutures_of_ashIt had been there this morning. A door. Just the briefest flash, a warning, but she had forseen her days here ending soon. She's as healed as she can be, all told.
And at least she got that brief warning.
So she's out on the lake, staring down into the depths as she reaquaints herself to spandex.
Hero's don't cry.
No, they mourn.
A quiet, heavy feeling in the air...but no tears. Not yet.
And at least she got that brief warning.
So she's out on the lake, staring down into the depths as she reaquaints herself to spandex.
Hero's don't cry.
No, they mourn.
A quiet, heavy feeling in the air...but no tears. Not yet.
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May. 3rd, 2006 08:49 ampendragon-son.livejournal.comMelehan was drunk yesterday. And last night. And sometime early this morning, too.
Now he is hungover.
And there are far, far better places to be hungover then sprawled out over a couch in the middle of a bar.
There is a brief moment of flailing with long limbs, a groan, and the prince has pulled a cushion over his head to try and drown out the soundnoicelightargh that is the bar in the afternoon.
Or is it evening?
[ooc: so, lj is a ho and in five minutes I'll be gone for a tute, but I WILL pick up any and all threads.]
Now he is hungover.
And there are far, far better places to be hungover then sprawled out over a couch in the middle of a bar.
There is a brief moment of flailing with long limbs, a groan, and the prince has pulled a cushion over his head to try and drown out the soundnoicelightargh that is the bar in the afternoon.
Or is it evening?
[ooc: so, lj is a ho and in five minutes I'll be gone for a tute, but I WILL pick up any and all threads.]
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May. 3rd, 2006 08:52 amdragon_twin[OOM-sorta: Somewhere upstairs, the Pendragon twins continue drinking and brooding.
Millitimed to very late last night.]
Millitimed to very late last night.]
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May. 3rd, 2006 09:08 ammollyprewett.livejournal.com[[OOM: Molly makes a discovery in Cain’s room that changes things. Then, after a long night’s sleep, Cain discovers a pressing problem, that Molly is called upon to solve. (Warning: Second thread is rated for cuteness, and explicit sexual material.)]]
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May. 3rd, 2006 09:09 amstubborn-annie.livejournal.comAnnie is up and about early this morning, for reasons she can't quite explain. Her room has no windows, so it wasn't the sun, and she had no alarm clock… ah, well. The important part is, she's awake and downstairs, and she's got a bit of something fried for breakfast. She can eat healthy when she's at home and not surrounded by all the weirdness the end of the Universe has to offer, thanks.
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May. 3rd, 2006 09:11 amtwoeyesonthesky.livejournal.comIf anyone is looking for Quinn this morning, they won't find him inside the Bar, unless he's on his way in or out the back door. He'll be in the stables, where it's good and familiar, cleaning up after his horse. Most likely he's paid off his seed-debt to Asar-Suti by now, but it doesn't sit well with him not to work. Besides, the mucking-out gives him time to think, to sort out everything that's happened of late and where he needs to go from here.
He'll be taking Ross out for some exercise shortly, so if you'd rather not go into the stables proper, he's still available. Just catch him when he and the cobby little horse are at the right end of the field, or over by the lake.
He'll be taking Ross out for some exercise shortly, so if you'd rather not go into the stables proper, he's still available. Just catch him when he and the cobby little horse are at the right end of the field, or over by the lake.
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May. 3rd, 2006 09:17 amfire-of-mahal.livejournal.comIf most humans were asked to think of the work of the Dwarves, be they from worlds with dwarves or worlds without, it is likely that nine out of ten of them would speak of work in metal and stone. This is only natural, since the Stone-lords are acknowledged masters of those crafts- but there is other work that they do, both at need and for their own edification. One simply could not have a functioning society of dwarves without the clay-shapers, the architects, the designers of water systems, the cooks-
Yes, the designers of water systems; you did not honestly think Khazad-dum and the other mansions of the Dwarves operated on solitary wells and chamber-pots, did you? Oh, dear.
At any rate, Gimli has finished his breakfast and is relaxing at table with his empty dishes and a complicated book on plumbing and civil engineering. He does, after all, need to practise his written English comprehension.
Yes, the designers of water systems; you did not honestly think Khazad-dum and the other mansions of the Dwarves operated on solitary wells and chamber-pots, did you? Oh, dear.
At any rate, Gimli has finished his breakfast and is relaxing at table with his empty dishes and a complicated book on plumbing and civil engineering. He does, after all, need to practise his written English comprehension.
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May. 3rd, 2006 09:24 ammouse-shadow.livejournal.comAt the Bar, Paul sits considering this nexus of thought-Paths. Here is Power of considerable danger and consequence, used freely for the pleasure of diners. If Bar were to become a weapon, however... Paul shudders inside. There is a reason he's here, he is sure of that much, and suspects it is to be enmeshed in some great conflict. So far, however, he's only gotten impressions of wars and battles occuring in worlds far away in space and time. Still, he feels he must prepare, and that means getting to better know the patrons and their strange versions of reality. Instruct him?
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May. 3rd, 2006 09:42 amgotham-knocking.livejournal.comKnox comes in from his living room, looking relaxed. Sort of. At least for once he's left his trademark raincoat and hat at home, as though Columbo finally got around to claiming the coat, taking the hat for good measure.
He takes a seat in the corner of the room, and begins to read the day's paper. Come say hi.
[ooc: work related slowtime, as well as trip to comic shop to end Infinite Crisis, are in the offing]
He takes a seat in the corner of the room, and begins to read the day's paper. Come say hi.
[ooc: work related slowtime, as well as trip to comic shop to end Infinite Crisis, are in the offing]
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May. 3rd, 2006 10:20 ambloody-awful.livejournal.comAaaaaaaaaand the front door opens and in staggers John Constantine, splattered in ashes and soot and blood... and is that guts? Ew.
He fumbles in his pocket and slaps a whopping great diamond ring onto the Bar, saying, "There's my tab paid and then some, sweetheart, so how about a cuppa with a shot of Bushmills in?"
On the Bar appears a basin of warm water, a bar of soap, a washcloth and a towel. John sighs and begins scrubbing his face and hands.
Anyone curious? I bet he has one hell of a story to tell.
(ooc: at work - slowtime alert)
He fumbles in his pocket and slaps a whopping great diamond ring onto the Bar, saying, "There's my tab paid and then some, sweetheart, so how about a cuppa with a shot of Bushmills in?"
On the Bar appears a basin of warm water, a bar of soap, a washcloth and a towel. John sighs and begins scrubbing his face and hands.
Anyone curious? I bet he has one hell of a story to tell.
(ooc: at work - slowtime alert)
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May. 3rd, 2006 11:14 amattic-girl.livejournal.comIt's spring.
This means that there's plenty of time to do what Fuchsia loves best - walking in the woods.
If you listen carefully, you can hear her counting...
This means that there's plenty of time to do what Fuchsia loves best - walking in the woods.
If you listen carefully, you can hear her counting...
Out Back Near the Lake
May. 3rd, 2006 11:28 amexspdblue.livejournal.comSky holds his morpher in his hand. He breathes in deeply and then looks at the targets of varying sizes. He has to keep up his skills. He thrusts the morpher to the left and then to the front yelling out, "SPD Emergency!" The morpher flips open and red energy glows around the badge. Once the morphing sequence is done Sky leaps up with a yell and fires lasers at the targets. He hits most of them. Only missing 1 or 2. He begins working on the wire fu.
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May. 3rd, 2006 12:55 pmvirii-twins.livejournal.comThe Twins were back from wherever they had been before, sitting at one of the small tables near the observation window and steaming slightly.
It wasn't the usual watervapor steam, it was pale, almost yellow, almost orange, almost gold, depending on the flicker of it, and the light.
They were once again glasses-less, eyes like scarabs really, black with occasional reflections of green.
They were watching.
It wasn't the usual watervapor steam, it was pale, almost yellow, almost orange, almost gold, depending on the flicker of it, and the light.
They were once again glasses-less, eyes like scarabs really, black with occasional reflections of green.
They were watching.
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May. 3rd, 2006 01:34 pmoldestcharmed1.livejournal.comPrue has decided to take a break from her research and is walking outside. Finally she is starting to rememebr how exhausting it was being the oldest. The pressure and responsibility. The same pressure that Piper has been having to deal with for the last five years.
Resting against a rock she watches the wind blow across the lake.
Resting against a rock she watches the wind blow across the lake.
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May. 3rd, 2006 03:13 pmtea-and-honor.livejournal.comThis is Ako before she's talked to Merriman.
For the sake of being able to have her amusing, she hasn't gotten the note yet, either.
Have at!
For the sake of being able to have her amusing, she hasn't gotten the note yet, either.
Have at!
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May. 3rd, 2006 03:20 pmjackdriscoll.livejournal.comJack Driscoll is at the bar. He hasn't shaved in a day, he didn't comb his hair when he got out of bed, and he hasn't slept since 3 in the morning. He looks like hell, and the beer he's drinking adds to this miserable image. He keeps looking at the door, as if it will open by itself and reveal 1933 waiting for him. And when he isn't looking at the door, he's looking around the bar for Mark Cohen.
If you aren't Mark Cohen, this isn't a stop sign. Just don't wave a plate of fries in his face while you try to talk to him.
If you aren't Mark Cohen, this isn't a stop sign. Just don't wave a plate of fries in his face while you try to talk to him.
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May. 3rd, 2006 03:33 pmlucky-domino.livejournal.comDomino is coming in from her afternoon run, as any other day. At first, she doesn't even notice the difference, having grown used to the oddities of the bar. And then it catches her eye, and her gaze is drawn like a magnet.
There is a door.
She hesitates for a moment before turning and hurrying upstairs. When she returns, she is dressed in the clothing she'd worn on her arrival, and once again carrying all of her weapons. She's smiling, fierce and satisfied, and if there is a hint of unease, well, it is well hidden.
There is a door.
She hesitates for a moment before turning and hurrying upstairs. When she returns, she is dressed in the clothing she'd worn on her arrival, and once again carrying all of her weapons. She's smiling, fierce and satisfied, and if there is a hint of unease, well, it is well hidden.
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May. 3rd, 2006 03:46 pmnamoNámo is in the bar again, sans children. He is seated on a sofa, his eyes narrowed as he glowers around the bar.
He's looking for someone specific.
Not that he would turn away company, but he is a rather unhappy Vala.
He's looking for someone specific.
Not that he would turn away company, but he is a rather unhappy Vala.
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May. 3rd, 2006 04:42 pmsky-high-max.livejournal.comMax hasn't been inside as much lately.
It's because she keeps seeing military people with guns. And you know how she is about that.
But she's inside right now, to check on the Broomless Quidditch sign-up sheet.
There's still a few slots left, if you're interested. Or you could just ask her why she seems so jumpy.
It's because she keeps seeing military people with guns. And you know how she is about that.
But she's inside right now, to check on the Broomless Quidditch sign-up sheet.
There's still a few slots left, if you're interested. Or you could just ask her why she seems so jumpy.
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May. 3rd, 2006 04:46 pmzodiacgod.livejournal.comAkito is sitting against the wall by the door. Or lackthereof, depending on your perspective.
His arms are crossed, and overall he just looks generally pissy and unkempt. He might even have been crying, but his bangs are covering too much of his face for it to be obvious.
Now though, he may even be sleeping. Fitfully of course.
How many people growl instead of snore?
His arms are crossed, and overall he just looks generally pissy and unkempt. He might even have been crying, but his bangs are covering too much of his face for it to be obvious.
Now though, he may even be sleeping. Fitfully of course.
How many people growl instead of snore?
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May. 3rd, 2006 05:04 pmnot-one-drop.livejournal.comMal is tired.
So fucking tired, and her mind hurts, a faint buzzing like someone's trying to talk to her telepathically but failing, and she wants a drink.
Bar won't give her alcohol. It's likely for the best.
So one tired vampire apparently attempting to sleep with her head on Bar, leaning dangerously from a stool.
[ooc: *shiftyeyes* No, I never posted before, why?]
So fucking tired, and her mind hurts, a faint buzzing like someone's trying to talk to her telepathically but failing, and she wants a drink.
Bar won't give her alcohol. It's likely for the best.
So one tired vampire apparently attempting to sleep with her head on Bar, leaning dangerously from a stool.
[ooc: *shiftyeyes* No, I never posted before, why?]
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May. 3rd, 2006 06:16 pmjaded-jedi.livejournal.comMara's in an armchair, reading her way through a short stack of datapads. From the look on her face, she doesn't look that thrilled by it.
Anything she gets from Luke to 'go over' never thrills her. Ever.
Come and poke?
Anything she gets from Luke to 'go over' never thrills her. Ever.
Come and poke?
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May. 3rd, 2006 06:28 pmnecessary_childSam's back in the bar. Having ghosted through for an hour or so yesterday in search of something left in his room, and stayed for a few conversations, he's staying here for a good while this time. His eyes are back to their usual intense black despite the magic he worked the night before last.
So. Sam's sitting in a booth a little way from the bar, cloaked lightly in shadow, and glowering slightly into a bowl of tomato soup, biting the roll it came with like it's his worst enemy. Come bother the moody guy, you might even shake him out of it. No promises, though.
So. Sam's sitting in a booth a little way from the bar, cloaked lightly in shadow, and glowering slightly into a bowl of tomato soup, biting the roll it came with like it's his worst enemy. Come bother the moody guy, you might even shake him out of it. No promises, though.
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May. 3rd, 2006 06:32 pmfaithful-slayer.livejournal.comFaith's in the bar, sitting at the piano.
Rachmaninoff tonight. Adiago Sostenuto.
Mmm, classical.
Rachmaninoff tonight. Adiago Sostenuto.
Mmm, classical.
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May. 3rd, 2006 06:56 pmmorbid-midweek.livejournal.comWednesday is excited. You probably can't tell to look at her, but she is. School is finally over and she gets to go home for the summer.
She was going to head into the common room to make sure she hasn't left anything behind, but if whatever force is in charge wants her spend some time in Milliways, she's not going to complain.
Lemonade in hand, she settles in a booth and watches people go by. Cicero, for his part, seems content to rest on her shoulder.
She was going to head into the common room to make sure she hasn't left anything behind, but if whatever force is in charge wants her spend some time in Milliways, she's not going to complain.
Lemonade in hand, she settles in a booth and watches people go by. Cicero, for his part, seems content to rest on her shoulder.
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May. 3rd, 2006 07:49 pmgrapesarefun.livejournal.comAnd warping into the bar with a distinct 'pling' sound, one gay adventurer, Xandir P. Wifflebottom by name.
As soon as he appears, he looks around frantically for a moment, then heaves a sigh of relief and plops into a chair. "Finally! A chance to rest!"
He pulls a heart out of a pouch at his waist too small to contain it. Not a visceral looking organ, mind you, but something resembling a Valentine heart in three dimensions, about the size of an apple.
It crunches like an apple when he bites into it, too.
As soon as he appears, he looks around frantically for a moment, then heaves a sigh of relief and plops into a chair. "Finally! A chance to rest!"
He pulls a heart out of a pouch at his waist too small to contain it. Not a visceral looking organ, mind you, but something resembling a Valentine heart in three dimensions, about the size of an apple.
It crunches like an apple when he bites into it, too.
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May. 3rd, 2006 07:56 pmshuftiTwo big blue eyes watch the bar, every now and again struggling to keep open.
Shufti is back in a corner again. She looks exhausted, because she is. She would have stayed upstairs today, but occasionally, she has to eat.
Jack is in a baby sling on her front, and sensing his mother's prolonged agitation, is restless.
Shufti is back in a corner again. She looks exhausted, because she is. She would have stayed upstairs today, but occasionally, she has to eat.
Jack is in a baby sling on her front, and sensing his mother's prolonged agitation, is restless.
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May. 3rd, 2006 07:56 pmhalf-giant.livejournal.comAfter staying in his room all day, Hagrid comes down into the bar on a mission. He worked all day on a difficult spell, but got nowhere. He's sick of being patient. There's no more time.
He needs to find any witch or wizard familiar with wands that could give him a hand with some very important magic.
He begins to walk determindly around, hoping to catch sight of someone. After a once round, he decides to sit at the bar and wait.
He's not leaving until he finds someone. It's his only chance.
(OOC: slowtime please, at least for the next hour)
He needs to find any witch or wizard familiar with wands that could give him a hand with some very important magic.
He begins to walk determindly around, hoping to catch sight of someone. After a once round, he decides to sit at the bar and wait.
He's not leaving until he finds someone. It's his only chance.
(OOC: slowtime please, at least for the next hour)
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May. 3rd, 2006 08:02 pmagnes_nittPerdita is having dinner, which, according to the diet regimen she's prescribed herself, means carrot and celery sticks, cheese cubes, and water.
Between that and the exercise, she's already lost three pounds. A fact that she will happily share with you if you ask.
She's also keeping an eye out for Agnes. Her "sister" has been trying to pretend she's not upset about no longer being a witch, but Perdita's known her too long... been inside her head, you might say.
Between that and the exercise, she's already lost three pounds. A fact that she will happily share with you if you ask.
She's also keeping an eye out for Agnes. Her "sister" has been trying to pretend she's not upset about no longer being a witch, but Perdita's known her too long... been inside her head, you might say.
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May. 3rd, 2006 08:04 pmdragonvolunteer.livejournal.com[OOM: In which Cimorene and Mendanbar learn the perils of carpets with pink teddy bears, meet a dwarf named Herman, and remember why they dislike wizards so much.]
Cimorene walks into the bar, followed by Mendanbar, who is helping her lug a pink, teddy-beared carpet, and a look of shock passes over her face, one which quickly turns to dismay.
"No! Not now!"
She spins around, but the door has closed behind Mendanbar and vanished. Bewildered, she stares at the not-door, sets her end of the carpet on the floor and rubs her forehead before sinking into the nearest chair.
"We are not going to find Kazul from here," she says with a frown.
[Not plot-locked by any means.]
Cimorene walks into the bar, followed by Mendanbar, who is helping her lug a pink, teddy-beared carpet, and a look of shock passes over her face, one which quickly turns to dismay.
"No! Not now!"
She spins around, but the door has closed behind Mendanbar and vanished. Bewildered, she stares at the not-door, sets her end of the carpet on the floor and rubs her forehead before sinking into the nearest chair.
"We are not going to find Kazul from here," she says with a frown.
[Not plot-locked by any means.]
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May. 3rd, 2006 08:06 pmgrovecj.livejournal.comDoor swings open, and CJ enters, carrying a folder of... something. People who answered his announcement can guess it contains plans for the heist. He takes a seat at a table, and starts examining what he has defined until now.
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May. 3rd, 2006 08:09 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy is sitting at the bar.
Drinking something pink (and non-alcoholic) with an umbrella and a cherry in it.
Drinking something pink (and non-alcoholic) with an umbrella and a cherry in it.
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May. 3rd, 2006 08:10 pmmistressmaryquitecontraryMary Lennox isn't usually much for decoration; she's not the type of girl to wear flowers in her hair on a regular basis. She's rather of the opinion that flowers should be grown and not worn in any case.
But today, when she steps into the bar, shoulders set, she has a small blossom pinned to the front of her shirt - an apple blossom, to be precise. The first one to bloom on her apple tree.
It's faintly silver, and shining, which Mary takes for a good sign.
After all, apple trees are protection against the Dark; Mary can't help but feel that her own apple tree, planted for this purpose, should be more of a protection than anything else.
However, one can never have too much protection. Which is why her gaze is a fiercely wary glower, her stance is defensively stiff, and she's currently engaged in a frustrating and rather one-sided argument with the bar.
"- well, will you not at least give me a very large stick?"
Bar responds by producing a letter and a small packet - not quite what Mary had in mind.
But today, when she steps into the bar, shoulders set, she has a small blossom pinned to the front of her shirt - an apple blossom, to be precise. The first one to bloom on her apple tree.
It's faintly silver, and shining, which Mary takes for a good sign.
After all, apple trees are protection against the Dark; Mary can't help but feel that her own apple tree, planted for this purpose, should be more of a protection than anything else.
However, one can never have too much protection. Which is why her gaze is a fiercely wary glower, her stance is defensively stiff, and she's currently engaged in a frustrating and rather one-sided argument with the bar.
"- well, will you not at least give me a very large stick?"
Bar responds by producing a letter and a small packet - not quite what Mary had in mind.
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May. 3rd, 2006 08:12 pmand-far-away.livejournal.comSharpe emerges from wherever he spent the night, probably a room in the staff quarters, looking slightly the worse for wear.
Without pausing, he heads straight across the room and out through the front door. Ten minutes or so later, he comes back in, dripping - apparently he felt the need to dunk his head in the trough at home.
With a brief stop at the Bar, he makes for a booth. And, slowly and with much crossing-out, he starts to write.
Without pausing, he heads straight across the room and out through the front door. Ten minutes or so later, he comes back in, dripping - apparently he felt the need to dunk his head in the trough at home.
With a brief stop at the Bar, he makes for a booth. And, slowly and with much crossing-out, he starts to write.
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May. 3rd, 2006 08:16 pmtragic_maskMel is sitting by the fire. She is staring really hard into the flames, as if trying to solve a mystery therein.
After a while, she leans back, looks at the ceiling, and sighs. Another fruitless evening for Melpomene.
After a while, she leans back, looks at the ceiling, and sighs. Another fruitless evening for Melpomene.
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May. 3rd, 2006 08:30 pmdead_hooker_2Trina comes half-limping into the bar. Thigh high boots with a five inch heel? Let's just say that they're made for a lot of things, but walking ain't one of them.
They look fabulous, though.
She needs a drink. And possibly a different pair of shoes.
They look fabulous, though.
She needs a drink. And possibly a different pair of shoes.
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May. 3rd, 2006 08:41 pmmandercommander.livejournal.comBonzo is inna Bar, sitting at a table. Alone. Buried in paperwork. Yay for paperwork. The kid needs a study break, neh? Someone please give it to him, even if he doesn't want it.
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May. 3rd, 2006 09:23 pmfemale-were.livejournal.comRaina's on a couch in the shadows. There's a book in her lap but she can't seem to keep her focus on it as every few minutes she's watching the bar. And, finally there's a glance at the back door.
If you would like to talk to Raina, catch her now before she makes up her mind to go for a run and diminish the bunny population.
If you would like to talk to Raina, catch her now before she makes up her mind to go for a run and diminish the bunny population.
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May. 3rd, 2006 09:30 pmangela-edmunds.livejournal.comAngela is in the bar, with a book and a notebook and a pen.
She, however, is not writing, or reading.
She's looking quite thoughtfully out of the observation window.
It's not an odd thing for her, since she writes and is often caught in daydreams.
She'd love company.
She, however, is not writing, or reading.
She's looking quite thoughtfully out of the observation window.
It's not an odd thing for her, since she writes and is often caught in daydreams.
She'd love company.
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May. 3rd, 2006 09:33 pmqueens-darkness.livejournal.comDoyle has been absent from the bar for a good amount of time. Longer than he had intended. But he's back without fail. Just have to get the Sithin to listen when you ask for a specific door really.
He's currently lounging in a booth, two bows and a quiver of arrows on the table in front of him, as well as food. He should probably be looking for the person he's giving the bows to, but he's being a little lazy.
Are you the person the bows will soon belong to? Curious about why he has the bows? Feel free to stop by and question.
He's currently lounging in a booth, two bows and a quiver of arrows on the table in front of him, as well as food. He should probably be looking for the person he's giving the bows to, but he's being a little lazy.
Are you the person the bows will soon belong to? Curious about why he has the bows? Feel free to stop by and question.
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May. 3rd, 2006 09:40 pmherr-farrenen.livejournal.comThe Drover's Arms serves the best pint of bitter in Yorkshire--or at least, Tristan swears up and down that it does and has been known, on occasion, to wax lyrical on the perfect foam of the head on their homemade stout.
The Drover's Arms, therefore, is where Siegfried had been heading, tired and rumpled and smelling vaguely of sheep, but the door had opened into this place instead, and he looks about with mild wryness and goes to the bar to seat himself.
"Pint of bitter, if you please," he murmurs, placing his coat on the seat next to him. "This place again, eh?"
The bitter is fairly good here, too.
The Drover's Arms, therefore, is where Siegfried had been heading, tired and rumpled and smelling vaguely of sheep, but the door had opened into this place instead, and he looks about with mild wryness and goes to the bar to seat himself.
"Pint of bitter, if you please," he murmurs, placing his coat on the seat next to him. "This place again, eh?"
The bitter is fairly good here, too.
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May. 3rd, 2006 09:46 pmflybywashHow is it possible for a guy who's mostly living off of processed protein to gain five pounds in one week?
Wash's guess is as good as yours.
Right now he's slumped at the Bar with a plate of cheese and apples slices, head propped against one palm and his cane leaning on the next stool over. With some dexterity -- and the help of his lovely assistants, Toothpick One and Toothpick Two -- he's reenacting that Charlie Chaplin routine one-handed, subsituting two apple slices for the dinner rolls.
Not that he'd know who Charlie Chaplin was if you asked him.
Wash's guess is as good as yours.
Right now he's slumped at the Bar with a plate of cheese and apples slices, head propped against one palm and his cane leaning on the next stool over. With some dexterity -- and the help of his lovely assistants, Toothpick One and Toothpick Two -- he's reenacting that Charlie Chaplin routine one-handed, subsituting two apple slices for the dinner rolls.
Not that he'd know who Charlie Chaplin was if you asked him.
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May. 3rd, 2006 09:50 pmshuftiAt some point after her entrance post below, Shufti goes over to the bar and puts a note down on her surface.
"Please can you give this to Mr Faramir when he comes in?" she asks quietly, before going back to her corner.
( Note for Faramir )
"Please can you give this to Mr Faramir when he comes in?" she asks quietly, before going back to her corner.
( Note for Faramir )(no subject)
May. 3rd, 2006 09:59 pmcreator_ravenRaven is downstairs today, though Derry is not with him.
He is seated at a table by the Observation Window, notebook open in front of him.
The current pages are blank.
It does not look like this will change any time soon, as Raven is currently studying a collapsing and recollapsing star with a great deal careful attention.
Perhaps he intends to take notes.
He is seated at a table by the Observation Window, notebook open in front of him.
The current pages are blank.
It does not look like this will change any time soon, as Raven is currently studying a collapsing and recollapsing star with a great deal careful attention.
Perhaps he intends to take notes.
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May. 3rd, 2006 10:03 pmwyrd-fox.livejournal.comTHOCK-THOCK-THOCK-THOCK-THOCK....
You get some weird sounds in Milliways, but I do believe this is one of the more unusual ones. Yes, that is a minature helicopter you hear. Flying serenely just below the rafters, it is slowly orbiting the main resturant.
At the controls is a certain kitsune in a convienient travel-size. Resplendant in his ear-protectors, shades and bright red flightsuit, he grins down at the patrons.
"Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Multiverse and all our ships at sea! This is Foxtrot X-ray bringing you the Milliways Traffic Report!"
Are you causing a hazard or delay in people getting their drinks? If so, the Flying Fox has got your number.
You get some weird sounds in Milliways, but I do believe this is one of the more unusual ones. Yes, that is a minature helicopter you hear. Flying serenely just below the rafters, it is slowly orbiting the main resturant.
At the controls is a certain kitsune in a convienient travel-size. Resplendant in his ear-protectors, shades and bright red flightsuit, he grins down at the patrons.
"Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Multiverse and all our ships at sea! This is Foxtrot X-ray bringing you the Milliways Traffic Report!"
Are you causing a hazard or delay in people getting their drinks? If so, the Flying Fox has got your number.
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May. 3rd, 2006 10:12 pme_delmarAin't such an unusual sight to see a cowboy sittin' by the fire.
Maybe it's only a bit less unusual to see two of 'em.
Bottle of whiskey between the two of 'em, and maybe one of them's smoking, or maybe both, and maybe it don't matter, really.
[ooc: Jack and Ennis, sitting by the fire. tag one, tag the other, tag both. Have at.]
Maybe it's only a bit less unusual to see two of 'em.
Bottle of whiskey between the two of 'em, and maybe one of them's smoking, or maybe both, and maybe it don't matter, really.
[ooc: Jack and Ennis, sitting by the fire. tag one, tag the other, tag both. Have at.]
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May. 3rd, 2006 10:19 pmagreathunter.livejournal.comThere is a Locke. Locke is working on what looks like a map. There are also crutches next to the booth he has claimed for himself.
He looks...perplexed.
He looks...perplexed.
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May. 3rd, 2006 10:29 pmstilljustandrew*Andrew's in the bar.*
*He's been keeping a little scarce ever since his talk with Meg Saturday night. But right now he's looking for Moiraine, and hoping to check on his not-actually-aunt Annie.*
*And eating fried paradoxes. Because they are Tasty.*
*He's been keeping a little scarce ever since his talk with Meg Saturday night. But right now he's looking for Moiraine, and hoping to check on his not-actually-aunt Annie.*
*And eating fried paradoxes. Because they are Tasty.*
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May. 3rd, 2006 10:35 pmsimon_doctor[OOM, millitimed to today: Serenity lands on the colony of New Canaan for a routine cargo delivery, and things don't go quite as planned ... but maybe future plans should include this sort of thing. Hmmm.]
[Later that evening, Mal has an announcement for his crew about an upcoming job.]
[Later that evening, Mal has an announcement for his crew about an upcoming job.]
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May. 3rd, 2006 10:40 pmgonna_live[Millitimed to about this time last week:
Simon and Kaylee take a powder. Albeit not to Boston for chowder.
There is, however, ice cream crafted by River and Mary Lennox.]
Simon and Kaylee take a powder. Albeit not to Boston for chowder.
There is, however, ice cream crafted by River and Mary Lennox.]
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May. 3rd, 2006 10:51 pmyoung_tmriddleSometime during the day, Tom brought in a large box labelled for Quinn Abercromby which he left by the bar. Inside are three bolts of fabric, an old sewing box with new thread, needles, and scissors, several books (most of them early readers Ingress has outgrown), and canned goods.
Attached is a note from Tom which reads:
Quinn,
I hope this is helpful.
Sincerely,
Tom Riddle
(Also in the box is a good portion of Ingress's remaining stash of Wizarding candy. Even in a world without magic, the candy ought to taste just fine.)
Attached is a note from Tom which reads:
Quinn,
I hope this is helpful.
Sincerely,
Tom Riddle
(Also in the box is a good portion of Ingress's remaining stash of Wizarding candy. Even in a world without magic, the candy ought to taste just fine.)
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May. 3rd, 2006 10:56 pmpuckishly.livejournal.com[OOM: From waaaaay long ago because Merc sucks, Puck talks to Anthy after Sweet is ... dealt with.
The world's shell may or may not be smashed in the process, but at least no one's preemptively counting his chickens.]
The world's shell may or may not be smashed in the process, but at least no one's preemptively counting his chickens.]
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May. 3rd, 2006 11:51 pmwinged-defender.livejournal.comYou didn't see Peach here earlier - haven't seen her around since the day before yesterday, in fact - but now she swoops down from the rafters, flapping rather awkwardly. There's a rectangular package clutched in her talons; it looks about the size of a DVD.
"Hey Bar!" she screams, flying over to deposit her cargo on the bar's surface. "Got a welcome-home present for Blodwen Rowlands, when she gets out of the slammer."
The gift disappears, and Peach cackles to herself as she flies off.
OOC: Sad to say, but I've no time for RP tonight - Peach was just here to get that little errand taken care of.
"Hey Bar!" she screams, flying over to deposit her cargo on the bar's surface. "Got a welcome-home present for Blodwen Rowlands, when she gets out of the slammer."
The gift disappears, and Peach cackles to herself as she flies off.
OOC: Sad to say, but I've no time for RP tonight - Peach was just here to get that little errand taken care of.
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May. 3rd, 2006 11:58 pmrigthegames.livejournal.com[Not really OOM: Sands makes Ramon an offer he can't refuse. Contains moderate violence.]
Move, Sands realises dimly. He has to move.
Not even quite sure he’s conscious, but this is not how he is going to die- alone in the dark and drowning in his own blood of all things. So yes, move, he has to move.
Right hand first, bent at an awkward angle and flaring with pins and needles (how long has he been here?) as he shifts it out from under his head, sticky with blood. That’s it, keep moving. Pushes himself up one-handed, shaking with laughter because oh God it hurts.
He has to move.
A deep breath and he drags himself forwards in the darkness. The ground is wet, slippery- head injuries; they always bleed more than you expect. But at least he’s on his hands and knees now, left arm near-useless because he doesn’t want to think about his collarbone just yet, and ready for when his stomach twists and he’s heaving, heaving, heaving bile and blood on an empty stomach.
There’s a wall, Sands remembers. Cracked his head and grazed his cheek against it, and now his bloodstained fingers creep up the brickwork. Good, that’s good, and he lets himself slump backwards against it. Just resting, just for a while.
And then he’ll keep on moving. Like he always does.
[ooc: plot-locked plz :)]
Move, Sands realises dimly. He has to move.
Not even quite sure he’s conscious, but this is not how he is going to die- alone in the dark and drowning in his own blood of all things. So yes, move, he has to move.
Right hand first, bent at an awkward angle and flaring with pins and needles (how long has he been here?) as he shifts it out from under his head, sticky with blood. That’s it, keep moving. Pushes himself up one-handed, shaking with laughter because oh God it hurts.
He has to move.
A deep breath and he drags himself forwards in the darkness. The ground is wet, slippery- head injuries; they always bleed more than you expect. But at least he’s on his hands and knees now, left arm near-useless because he doesn’t want to think about his collarbone just yet, and ready for when his stomach twists and he’s heaving, heaving, heaving bile and blood on an empty stomach.
There’s a wall, Sands remembers. Cracked his head and grazed his cheek against it, and now his bloodstained fingers creep up the brickwork. Good, that’s good, and he lets himself slump backwards against it. Just resting, just for a while.
And then he’ll keep on moving. Like he always does.
[ooc: plot-locked plz :)]
