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[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

Sands in a booth, smoking a cigarette.

There’s one hand in his pocket, and a faraway look in his eyes.

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[mogget_cat]

*There is a white cat asleep on the piano, blending in with the white surface almost perfectly.*

*Surely someone can offer it a more comfortable sleeping spot? A lap, perhaps?*

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[lady_moon]

Moon is seated outside by the lake on the ground.

Her dress is white, filmy, many layers of gauzt fabrics that cling to her form. The hem is ragged, but tastefully so, and it shimmers in the moonlight. Almost like it's covered in prismatic dew drops. Her black hair is free, hanging in large curls down her back, and her green eyes shine.

Mons and Mare are asleep on either side of her while she gazes up.

She is expecting someone tonight.

Whether that someone knows it or not.


[OOC: Plot-locked to Mary Anne. Sorry!]

Can't take the sky aw-- wait, wrong element.

[princeinexile]

[OOM: Zuko is released from the cells, millitimed to early Tuesday morning.]

The conversation with Bar was terse.

"Room key."

Key, provided. Money, thrown down. Bar, paid. Zuko, walking off.

He was headed for the stairs, key pocketed and expression dark.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Now here is something you don't see everyday. In fact, it was supposed to be impossible. Guess Tim must a lied about that, too. Or maybe it's just that two REAL Tims can't be in bar at one time. Or not. Could just be Tim's decided to break the rules, for something important.

Either way, Tim and Hellspawn are engaged in a rather heated argument. Well, one side of it is heated. Tim is taking the abuse from his 'son' rather levelheadedly.

"You can't do this." Hellspawn rails. "Do you know what I have here?"

"I know." Tim replies quite calmly. "And yes, I can do this. And yes, I am doing this. It has to be done."

"Why? Why does 'it have to be done'" mocking his creator as only Hellspawn can.

"It is intrensic in a Tim to hurt people, the ones he cares about. The life of a Tim nessicitates that we do so, never meaning to. We bring harm just by living. And this place should be quite of it."

"I haven't-"Hellspawn begins to object

But he isn't allowed to get that far. "Molly. Ginny. Agnes. Need I go on? You hurt them without trying. We're both going. That's final. Be glad that i ahve given you time to make your goodbyes."

The masked boy stares at his 'father' for a moment, fuming, before he storms off outside, to get some air. Tim stays seated where he is, his eyes closed, a tear in the corner of his eye.

"It's for the best."

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOMs: Prior Fell, out spreading the good word, gets a lift on a rather familiar ship.

He's welcomed aboard by the Captain, ensures the pilot is up to scratch, then goes off in search of the mechanic in order to secure use of Serenity's technology to send a couple of waves.

After this there is friendly chatting with Kaylee and... a makeover, of sorts. It's enough to make River smile, in any case.


((NB: Due to conflicting schedules and suchlike, it's a little late. For the record, these threads are millitimed to a week after this.))]

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[virii-twins.livejournal.com]

The Twins were at one of the tables near the observation window. Observing.

They were solid, though there were occasional flickers of steam, or smoke, or ghost-wraiths, or something off of them. They'd been out in the chaos again. They liked it out there really.

They didn't appear to be doing much besides that, and would probably welcome conversation.

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[not-de-la-vega.livejournal.com]

There was a man in black out by the lake, shadow-boxing more or less. More like shadow-dueling really, though it was a bit fancy, and a lot of showboating, it really was efficient swordplay when you got right down to it.

Though, anyone who knew swords and sword styles would likely be able to tell that he was more used to fighting groups than one-on-one.

In short, Zorro practicing by the lake, go ahead and interrupt, he's been there a while.

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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[Delia is in the bar. Jeans and blouse (green today) and her chestnut hair free and everwhere]

[she's also drinking, but that's never unusual for her family. Or for Delia]

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[scion-of-amber.livejournal.com]

And outside, there is a Fiona. Not by the lake, but by the forest. She's thinking, you see. Not about Julian or Mary Anne or anything else like that.

No, she's wondering if it is possible to Trump someone from a different plane of time.

And oh.

She's also walking along a fallen tree, arms outstretched and not paying attention to things.

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

It's not really that obscure of a thing. At the bar is a woman with long blonde hair and a blue, strapless evening gown, sipping some sort of cocktail. She looks around at the bar with a small smirk on her face. Now this is going to be fun.

[ooc: Mark has been illusioned by FX, so he looks like a fairly attractive woman. Have at.]

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[playintheblues.livejournal.com]

Blue's sitting on the floor near the fire.
His Very Large sword is laying across his lap.

He's thinking.

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[red-blossom.livejournal.com]

Blossom inna bar. She's decided that the couch by the fireplace seems like a good place to kick back and listen to music from her CD player. She has her headphones in, drowning out the world. Breakfast is on a nearby table, a small collection of fruits and French Toast.

Feel free to bother.

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[pretty-nagisa.livejournal.com]

Black's inna bar, looking rather bored. She's idly stirring her glass of iced tea as she just slumps in her seat at her table.

Feel free to bug, she could use the distraction.

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[95-tan.livejournal.com]

It's nice weather out- perfect for hanami, AKA cherry blossom viewing. Thus, there's a small woman in a pink kimono outside, perched demurely on a picnic blanket, drinking sake and enjoying the view.

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[sansa-stark.livejournal.com]

Sansa is sitting on a couch by the fireplace, sewing a bag for Clive's fashion show. When she finishes sewing a line of sequins onto the bag, she looks around. Anyone by the fireplace will get a friendly smile, even a, "Hello!" if they look reasonably human and reasonably female.

Sansa can sew in silence for hours. It doesn't mean she particularly wants to. The fun part of sewing is having other women to talk to!

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[attic-girl.livejournal.com]

Fuchsia is sitting at a table, boredly pushing her breakfast around its plate and trying not to stare at any of the other patrons, strange as they may be.

She's also deciding if today should be spent drawing in her room, or walking in the woods. Multitasking at its finest.

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[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

[Out of Milliways: Patrick Bateman should not have so much coffee. Warnings for feelings of good cheer, and anti-game show sentiments, and ramble of an eighties movie apply.]

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[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

You know that old saying about paranoia, and how it isn't so if people are coming after you?

Yeah, well, Draco's knowing that all too well, so he's keeping a low profile to avoid the Riders and Ramon.
(We'll see how well that works out).

So there was a white fox slinking around, and observing the bar closely. Occasionally yipping orders to the waitrats for food and drink.

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells woke around dawn this morning and went to keep a promise; there was a dog in dire need of a walk. This, perhaps, is why he's up so early for his breakfast- and why he's got a big damn black and white Malamute lying on the floor beside him, making the occasional 'rroowr' noise in his direction.

The 'rroowr' noises are why he's got the plate of bacon, 'cos you won't catch him eating the stuff.

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[wyrd-fox.livejournal.com]

Witness a bit of Milliways performance art.

A table...simple in design with tasteful wear-marks giving it deep character and expressing the timeless and strong nature of the Earth.

A chair...again simple but leaning back on two legs expressing the precarious nature of life.

Connecting the two, a young man with a quartet of fox tails. He sits in the tilted chair, feet propped up on the table, eyes closed and chin resting on his chest, representing the harmony of Man and Animal when one blissfully accepts his finite and uncertain existence.

Call it Still Life with Kitsune.

Or call it like it is and say that FX has dozed off. Anyone want to try to wake him up?

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[treadingturds.livejournal.com]

After an enounter on the stairs, Jocasta comes back into the bar with her back rigid straight and her head high. Eschewing breakfast and the open-for-conversation implication that's assumed around here, she heads straight to the piano.

It's one of her favourite pieces: a slow song from one of Plinge's "new Operas", and while it technically needs a singer, she's happy to immerse herself in the piano section, letting the concentration needed to play it perfectly stop her from worrying about anything else.

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[scion-of-amber.livejournal.com]

[OOM: In which Julian and Fiona manage to talk without fighting, if not actually Talk. Another day, maybe. Standard Julian/Fiona incest warning]

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[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

Lawrence is currently sitting at a chair somewhat near the fire, thick-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

There is a worn copy of Arabia Deserta by C.M. Doughty in his hands. Still his favorite of Doughty's books, he'd told him that over and over.

Do bother him - he won't mind too terribly.

Mal's Milliversary.

[badinlatin]

[OOC: For once, thank the dear and fluffy lord, things go smooth.]

Mal and a handtruck make their way through to Milliways Bar. On the handtruck is an oblong box, labeled 'Blue Sun Engineering Corp - Restoration Kit'. He manoeuvres the handtruck to a booth near to the bar, and scrawls a note for Quinn, asking him if he's in the bar and to try and find him.

The bar accepts the note, and in its place...a small chocolate cupcake, with a single lit candle in its center.

Mal stares at the cupcake, dumbstruck. He had forgotten.

"Huh."

[ooc: I am here...for a good long while. You want at least a decently happy Mal for the next little bit? Get it while it's hot. Check out backroom post for details.]

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[symbiote-venom.livejournal.com]

The door is pushed open slowly, and in walks in a rather haggard man. His hair has grown a bit, no longer kept in a clean crew cut, his face is bit more lean, and bit more haunted. His eyes are downcast, but dart back and forth often to keep a check on his surroundings. He's wrapped in a very dirty and very ratty trench coat, his once muscular arms quite a bit skinnier now. His entire body seems shrunken, smaller, leaner, as if he is half-starved. And that's not far from the truth.

He makes his way over to a booth in the corner, slumping there for a moment before ordering a cup of coffee and something to eat. When it arrives, he takes the coffee in both hands and lets the aroma wash over him. The bagel nearby is forgotten, for the moment. His hands are shaking as he raises the mug to his lips, taking his first real drink in weeks.

Eddie Brock, back in the bar, not doing too good. It's been awhile, hasn't it?

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[namo]

( A note left with Bar for Gorlim )

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[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

Quinn's been about lately- you just haven't seen him. He's good enough at keeping a low profile when he needs to.

The Bar, however, has a note for him when he arrives. Thus he goes looking for certain people- but you could probably catch him if you tried, as he's not going far, really.

A Quiet Drink

[dragonmenacier.livejournal.com]

There's a tall blond man at a table in the corner sipping a hard cider and smoking a cigarette. His posture is relaxed, but he watches the crowd with a certain intensity.

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[bad-as-he-is.livejournal.com]

He puts the coin down on the bar.

"If you could return it to Mister Murphy as soon as you see him, Miss, I'd much appreciate it."

He also places a ( note with it. )

Then he runs off to a familiar face to share the good news.

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[captain-falafel.livejournal.com]

Sayid had been out in the jungle mapping a bit more of the island out and hoping to perhaps run into Rousseau, but as he pushes a thick vine out of the way, he stumbles into Milliways instead.

Oh.

Well, this is fine too.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_queue_/]

In a flash of light and a snap of his fingers ...

Q is in the bar, he looks to have been in the middle of an aggravating argument with someone. Someone who isn't present in the bar.

He snaps his mouth shut and looks around briefly. Interesting temporal displacement. Which Q is responsible?

He straightens his tunic (a habit copied from the crew of the Enterprise) and looks around casually. Where is that Ranger?

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[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

Mal is really not having fun. She's always like this when she heals, moody, tired, and cold.

That doesn't really explain why she's sitting out by the lake, back to a tree, wondering how long she can sit out here before giving up and going back to the warmth of the bar. Chances are, the mood she's in, it'll be a while.

As the light slowly leaves, the lit end of her cigarette is the only thing visble.

Ginny's back

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny walks in to the bar it's been a while.. since she's been in.. she walks to a table to see if there is any one she knows before getting a drink

Bishop walks in

[spooky-crimes.livejournal.com]

He walks in then rubs his temples slowly.. this is a man that needs a whiskey.. it's been a rough day seeing things no human should

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[wizard_howell]

Howl's blond tonight.

It goes better, he thinks, with the scarlet and grey suit. He has no particularly compelling rhyme or reason for being here; he simply feels like it. There are a few people here he wouldn't mind catching up; it's been a long time.

And meanwhile, he thinks, back in the land of Ingary, life goes on. I'm so glad this corner of reality is still secret.

Even wizards need a place to hide... especially those with a marked knack for attracting both pretty girls and far too much trouble.

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[mollyprewett.livejournal.com]

Molly came down the stairs from her room and headed for the bar with some very specific requests.

When a large basket appeared on the bar's surface, along with a neatly folded blanket, she smiled and picked them up, and stood waiting for Cain to arrive for her 'surprise'.

You might be able to catch her to chat before Cain arrives, if you're quick!


[[Rated for scmoop and the "L" word.]]

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[gonna_live]

[OOC: So. You saw this? With the bad?

First Kaylee tells Zoe about the bad.

And then Kaylee tells Simon about the bad, after getting Zoe's permission to do so.

Yep.

It's bad.]

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[dragon_twin]

Melou wasn't expecting to be back so soon. He's not too upset about it, of course.

He grabs an ale from the bar - he's drinking light today - and then leisurely wanders around the main area. It's the first time he's had a good look at the place sober.


[ooc: Angela thread now carries warning for Things of an Adult Nature. >.>]

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[lucky-coyote.livejournal.com]

Johnny sits at the bar, quietly surveying the people there. He's already talked to a good number, and yet so, so very many remain... He lets his eyes linger on faces, in turn, and as he does, he slowly begins to feel the energy of the bar, swirling around him. Closing his eyes, he can almost see the power he holds a fraction of sway over, the vibrant threads of chance and fate that run through the bar, connecting and circling everything in it. He can feel it all humming ... but the pitch is a little different than it was when he entered.

He's been feeling aces and sevens and cherries, for the most part. Now, however, there are snake eyes staring at him from somewhere distant. He knows the feeling, knows its necessity... but that doesn't mean he has to like it. Wherever it's coming from, he feels slightly out of place here, still.

Before he acts in any way, he realizes, he should understand more. But to understand is hard work, when there are so many people ...

He needs to think - especially after hearing the door slam earlier. Something about that sound seemed to be the rock that put the ripples into the proverbial pond. He's felt a slight crawl up his spine ever since. Sliding off his stool, he heads quietly outside, to the lake. Maybe a swim will clear his head.

( Read more... )

((OOC:: Locked to howling_laugh... This is just mun and pup trying to get a sense of plot water before getting their feet wet. If you want to join in, please ping QSDearheart on IM.))

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[coming-west.livejournal.com]

Cally's in the bar with a glass of Friscati; nothing expensive, of course, only what a college student could afford.

The only indication that there might be anything wrong is the slump in her shoulders, which are usually perfectly straight.


That and she's shredding the napkin the glass of white wine came on. She would love some distraction.

not-an-OOM

[twiststheblade]

>>The nightmares she doesn't have

Miho does not have nightmares. Honestly.

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Babies sometimes need rather complex entertainment.

Feahelce was keeping two people busy at the moment: a violet deity of magic who was feeding the baby from a bottle, and his much older half-brother Maglor, who was playing the harmonica to the little one.

Asar-Suti had sworn he didn't know any Ihlini lullabies.



[[OOC: Plot-locked to Námo, Nerdanel, Gil and Rabastan, say sorry]]

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[blue_ajah]

It has been two days since she was last in the bar, two days in which the exhausted Aes Sedai had slept a great deal and then attempted to sort out what there was that she now needs must face.

Two days in which Nyarlathotep returned to his former quiescent malevolent brooding, freeing a corner of her mind from that strain; two days in which she had taken some time to study possibilities for dealing with matters of the Forsaken, the White Rider... and of the war in her own world.

Now, however, a silver light gleams in the corner of the room as a gateway slices the air. Moiraine steps through, allowing the aura around her to fade quickly as the doorway snaps shut, and then glides toward the bar.

Neither her journal nor any notes are anywhere in sight.

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[guppy_sandhu]

There is an amusing home video type moment as Guppy comes into the bar, loses his footing mid-portal and ends up tripping. He mutters something about stupid turbulant portals, gathers up all the things that fell out of his pocket and then settles down in a booth.

The doctor is in

He has tea and a slice of carrot cake.

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[female-were.livejournal.com]

Raina's sprawled lazily out on a couch. She's watching the bar, especially anyone that looks interesting. If it isn't enough that she's watching you, she's also got a bowl of popcorn.

Her mood isn't to light, so it's poke at own risk tonight.

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[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela by the fire, with book.

She's getting better at being near fire. She feels accomplished.

She'd love conversation.

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[shufti]

It is not a particularly tuneful voice, but quiet and soothing. Shufti sings to the babe in her arms, gently rocking him to sleep. The song sounds a little like Russian; those of Discworld origin may recognise it as the Borogravian national anthem.

She doesn't know many songs.

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[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

Ash. Inna booth. Valiantly attempting to not fall asleep.

It's a bit of a losing battle at this point. Kids are exhausting.


[OOC: Insert obligatory "mun is about to fall asleep herself" disclaimer here. Slowtimes are love.]

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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Sailor boy inna bar! What a surprise. Come and get him while he's hot!!

(no subject)

[kurosakiboy.livejournal.com]

Ichigo walks into the bar with a smile on his lips, pausing for a moment before heading towards the bar. Right out of Heaven and into Milliways. Go figure.

His sword is rapped in cloth on his back, his Shinigami robes are looking a bit ruffled and perhaps bloody. His left hand hurts like hell, and his eye is shut due to quite a bit of blood coming out of a fresh cut on his forehead. Still, as the saying goes, you should see the other guy.

He orders a soda, turns in his seat, and watches the crowd. It's a good day to be a Shinigami. Well, maybe not all Shinigami, but it's a good day to be him.

An entrance and an update

[obligatoryass]

OOM: Logan after Veronica tells him about his epic speech

OOM: Logan leaves the courthouse.

Cliff takes him to the bathroom, which must be for a judge or prisoners or something because it's a single toilet and a sink, no stalls. Logan opens the door, washes up, and is about to leave to ask Cliff if there's a secret passageway out so he doesn't ever have to see the reporters.

Except Cliff's not outside. He's gone and so is the Neptune County Courthouse. Logan's staring at Milliways, and he's not sure if he's glad or sorry.

((OOC: And I'm off to bed. If you want Logan, slowtime's awesome. I'll probably have him in sometime tomorrow, too.))

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[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Shelley has apparently decided that forcing Michael out of his office for rest breaks is going to become a regular thing. He's mostly used to it, by now.

So, General inna bar.

(no subject)

[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

Kevin emerges from the infirmary and heads straight for the Bar, ordering an Irish coffee almost before he sits down.

He looks oddly wary as he scans the room.

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[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

After a good few hours spent outside with the dog, Sharpe is back inside, sitting at a table with a drink and his badge.

Danny is sprawled out by his feet, panting.

(no subject)

[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

[In Milliways: Patrick Bateman meets Agnes Nitt. Out of Milliways: Patrick shows Agnes that blondes have more fun. Warnings for Percocet, peroxide, and one-sided discussion of opera.]

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[gramarye1971]

Merriman is taking advantage of the remaining time of relative peace by sitting before the fire with a glass of port and a crossword puzzle.

Which is not to say that he's not still concerned by events as they stand. But a little relatively mindless distraction is in order at this point.

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[tibetanmethod]

Dale Cooper is at a table with a cup of coffee, collar undone.

He's got a pen, and paper, and looks rather lost.

Doing it longhand just isn't the same when you're used to doing things by tape recorder.

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[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

Today has been a very good day for Quinn, thanks largely to Malcolm Reynolds. He's snagged himself a proper supper, he's got beer (real beer!) to go along with it, and he's got a shopping list to go over.

Life, so far as Quinn Abercromby is concerned right now, is very, very good.

(no subject)

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew Wells, in the bar, with the notebook.*

*...A notebook would make a really lousy murder weapon, wouldn't it.*

(no subject)

[dead_hooker_2]

Trina took a lot of care with her appearance tonight. After all, when you go out the night Daddy gets acquitted of those awful murder charges, you expect to be photographed.

You don't expect to find yourself at the End of the Universe.

But here she is, short skirt, high heels, truly stunning pair of diamond and sapphire earrings.

And while she's still go to go out for her photo call date, well, she can kill a little time here.

(no subject)

[agnes_nitt]

[OOM: After her evening with Patrick Bateman, Agnes notices a certain change to her appearance. Millitimed to Sunday morning.]

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

[OOM: Earlier this week, Susan and Amy begin a project in the House of Arch sewing room.]