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May. 24th, 2006 12:20 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
royal-guarantor.livejournal.comRoshaun and Dairine come downstairs together, heading for one of the couches by the fire.
May. 24th, 2006
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May. 24th, 2006 12:32 amgwion-bach.livejournal.com[Out of Milliways: After Blodwen Rowlands causes a hasty exit, Merriman and Gwion have tea.]
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May. 24th, 2006 01:19 amwhitewitch-thea.livejournal.comYou may pretend not to notice, you may go about your daily business. In the end, though, it was pretty obvious what was happening. It was very hard to disguise a puff of orange fire and the following smoke. That was exactly what Thea was trying to do. Sitting at a quiet booth with a bowl and candle. Months ago, this would have been easy and now, everytime she concentrated hard enough WHOOSH and nothing.
It was very frustrating.
It was very frustrating.
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May. 24th, 2006 02:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gonna_live[OOM: Out at the house, Kaylee and Simon do a lot of circling, and never quite get anywhere.]
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May. 24th, 2006 03:03 ambloodandnicotineSpike is not the biggest fan of this places sense of humor. It seems, everytime he gets into a fight, the bar is lurking. It waits, until he get's thrown through the air, and then SNAP! It pops the door open, so he enters at a horizontal fall.
Right into the wall across from the door.
"G--"
A fist is shooken.
"Bloody hell."
Right into the wall across from the door.
"G--"
A fist is shooken.
"Bloody hell."
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May. 24th, 2006 03:10 amfatherw.livejournal.comTaking the steps two at a time,a whistle on his lips, Arthur looks all sorts of cheerful. He hasn't hurt himself in a while, and that's always a good thing.
And then he stops, staring at the front door.
Which he sees.
In what might be a blur if he weren't so naturally slow, he's at the door, testing the knob.
No luck, still Bound. But he can see the way out now.
And then he stops, staring at the front door.
Which he sees.
In what might be a blur if he weren't so naturally slow, he's at the door, testing the knob.
No luck, still Bound. But he can see the way out now.
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May. 24th, 2006 04:10 amnot-death-eater.livejournal.comThe front door opens, slowly.
Lucius doesn't even realise he's in the bar. He was supposed to be going home, after....
The Dark Lord was smiling. That was never a good thing, for anyone. Not even his chosen few.
"You have failed me Lucius. Couldn't even kill one you had in your power. And it seems failure runs in your veins. Your child has failed me as well."
One of the Dark Lords fingers taps his chin.
"He is a wild card, that must be dealt with. You are lucky Lucius, for I find you useful. You shall find your son, and you shall kill him. Go, now, and do not return without proof of his death."
Lucius slumps into a chair, his face pale as ivory.
Lucius doesn't even realise he's in the bar. He was supposed to be going home, after....
The Dark Lord was smiling. That was never a good thing, for anyone. Not even his chosen few.
"You have failed me Lucius. Couldn't even kill one you had in your power. And it seems failure runs in your veins. Your child has failed me as well."
One of the Dark Lords fingers taps his chin.
"He is a wild card, that must be dealt with. You are lucky Lucius, for I find you useful. You shall find your son, and you shall kill him. Go, now, and do not return without proof of his death."
Lucius slumps into a chair, his face pale as ivory.
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May. 24th, 2006 05:18 amprince-arithon.livejournal.comArithon still looks like hell. He finds his way to the comfortable chair, settles down, and accepts the broth, tea, and water that Tashka brings him without argument.
Without even a glaring look, really.
Without even a glaring look, really.
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May. 24th, 2006 06:07 ammouse-shadow.livejournal.comSipping spiced beer at the Bar, Paul gets up at odd intervals and goes to the Door. Whenever he opens it, it leads to a different place. Each time, he looks as if trying to convince himself of something, but then closes it after all. Is our Emperor getting restless, or just reckless? If you're Bound, you might wonder how he gets to tempt Door so easily. And you might also wonder if he can open it to your own world...
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May. 24th, 2006 09:00 amather-fledgling.livejournal.comSee that part of the bar, the one with no one standing in front of it? Don't blink, you might miss..oh, you blinked didn't you. Because now there's a vampire standing there.
Yep, that's right, Aubrey's back from his world. Fala's not to happy, but what happened is her fault and he's throroughly pleased with how everything turned out.
He stops briefly at the bar, murmuring a request for pen and paper, and a calender of bar time. Jotting a note that he leaves with Bar, he then disappears to his room.
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May. 24th, 2006 10:09 amgotham-knocking.livejournal.comKnox is at the Bar, drinking a scotch and soda. Since he rarely has anything like that here, it should be a sign that something is up.
Just be careful when you talk to him, because he will tell you what that something is.
[ooc: 1) slowtime likely today. 2) thanks to batyatoon for new icons!!]
Just be careful when you talk to him, because he will tell you what that something is.
[ooc: 1) slowtime likely today. 2) thanks to batyatoon for new icons!!]
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May. 24th, 2006 10:20 amjanetsdaughter.livejournal.comCassie's curled up by the fire with An Introduction to Modern Astrophysics by Bradly Carroll.
Just a bit of light reading to take her mind off things.
Feel free to interrupt her.
Just a bit of light reading to take her mind off things.
Feel free to interrupt her.
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May. 24th, 2006 10:23 ammysterious-seed.livejournal.com...
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Who thought it would be a good idea to give the pokémon hedge clippers? Apparently it's time for adventures in the topiary arts. At least Bulbasaur is practicing on a shrub outside the immediate confines of the garden-proper. It's actually starting to look something like a six-tailed fox. That might even be intentional.
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Who thought it would be a good idea to give the pokémon hedge clippers? Apparently it's time for adventures in the topiary arts. At least Bulbasaur is practicing on a shrub outside the immediate confines of the garden-proper. It's actually starting to look something like a six-tailed fox. That might even be intentional.
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May. 24th, 2006 12:14 pmone-eyetothesky.livejournal.com...he's sitting in a corner reading a newspaper. Perhaps it's not the most exciting experience the world has ever known, but it's pretty damn lovely for a man who hasn't seen a new bit of print in some years. He's already read the "current events" for whatever world the previous occupant of the booth had been from and now he's on the funnies.
Damn. End of the universe and Dogbert's still a gas.
Damn. End of the universe and Dogbert's still a gas.
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May. 24th, 2006 01:15 pmiamnotstorm.livejournal.comLook who's back after having not had an entrance post in forevar!
It's a Sarah! Innabooth! With lunch! Said lunch consisted of a bowl of ramen which she seemed to be eating quite deftly with a pair of chopsticks.
Squeak had followed her in and then gone off on errands of his own, typical of a cat really.
She was barefoot, nice and warm back home, wearing the usual ragged jeans, these ones patched over with bright shapes of gingham, and wearing a t-shirt that said: 'Support LaJolla County Search & Rescue: GET LOST!'
It's a Sarah! Innabooth! With lunch! Said lunch consisted of a bowl of ramen which she seemed to be eating quite deftly with a pair of chopsticks.
Squeak had followed her in and then gone off on errands of his own, typical of a cat really.
She was barefoot, nice and warm back home, wearing the usual ragged jeans, these ones patched over with bright shapes of gingham, and wearing a t-shirt that said: 'Support LaJolla County Search & Rescue: GET LOST!'
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May. 24th, 2006 01:40 pmburiedmybrother.livejournal.com[OOM: In Mel and Lilly's suite, Antigone and Lilly pick out dresses for Ingress' party in record time.
Or Antigone does, anyway.
Millitimed to this past weekend.]
Or Antigone does, anyway.
Millitimed to this past weekend.]
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May. 24th, 2006 02:17 pmeldorne-girl.livejournal.com[Not OOM, but slowtimed in-bar. Millitimed to Saturday night, Mary Anne and Delia, featuring their bad (and scarily similar) taste in men, gossip, details, revelations, flirting, as well as lot of wine and tequila.]
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May. 24th, 2006 02:31 pmmilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comAnnie is still sleeping, inside. She has good reason to be tired. Harry Wells, for his part, has about given up on being tired when he ought, hurting when he ought. He's had two years of the altered metabolism now. Fatigue toxins pass out of the werewolf's body quickly, after surprisingly little sleep. Injuries heal swiftly, whether in or out of the wolf-shape. Oh, if a bullet hits him twenty-five nights out of twenty-eight, it'll do damage and leave him bleeding quite a long while- but that won't last. Twenty-four hours later, there won't even be a mark. He found that out the hard way, six months back. (It left him wondering, as he prodded at the unmarred skin under the bloody bandage, whether he'd really killed Megan with that gunshot after all. Likely not. The explosion, now, that was another story.)
That was traumatic injuries and the weariness that comes after desperate flight. Yesterday's weariness stood no chance at all, by comparison.
So: he's awake. He has plans to make, but he's been making those for two days now and there's still time lying ahead of him to work them out in. He has people to gather, but they're not awake yet, and he won't stir them from their slumbers 'til they are. They 're not his men, after all. He's got no call and no reason to get them on their feet so early. Today it's just him, and the Bar, and an island back home and his thoughts of it.
He's out back right now, by the football pitch, with a number of poles he got from the Bar under one arm. The pitch was marked out to a hundred meters long by eighty meters wide. It's not that hard to measure out the rest of the distances and jam a pole in the ground every twenty meters or so. That'll do for a track, for now at least. If someone else is interested, fine. If not, no harm done.
A hundred meters and ten seconds were all he needed back when all he had to do was make it out the Door alive in Zuko's company. Now there's a mission, and there'll be people under his command again. It won't just be his life at stake, but theirs. And others; for all their sakes, whatever else might eventually happen, he's got to finish the mission. What happens after that he doesn't know. Probably there'll be silver involved. He can just about accept that.
But dammit, he wants to do a four-minute mile before he goes.
That was traumatic injuries and the weariness that comes after desperate flight. Yesterday's weariness stood no chance at all, by comparison.
So: he's awake. He has plans to make, but he's been making those for two days now and there's still time lying ahead of him to work them out in. He has people to gather, but they're not awake yet, and he won't stir them from their slumbers 'til they are. They 're not his men, after all. He's got no call and no reason to get them on their feet so early. Today it's just him, and the Bar, and an island back home and his thoughts of it.
He's out back right now, by the football pitch, with a number of poles he got from the Bar under one arm. The pitch was marked out to a hundred meters long by eighty meters wide. It's not that hard to measure out the rest of the distances and jam a pole in the ground every twenty meters or so. That'll do for a track, for now at least. If someone else is interested, fine. If not, no harm done.
A hundred meters and ten seconds were all he needed back when all he had to do was make it out the Door alive in Zuko's company. Now there's a mission, and there'll be people under his command again. It won't just be his life at stake, but theirs. And others; for all their sakes, whatever else might eventually happen, he's got to finish the mission. What happens after that he doesn't know. Probably there'll be silver involved. He can just about accept that.
But dammit, he wants to do a four-minute mile before he goes.
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May. 24th, 2006 03:34 pmvirii-twins.livejournal.comThe twins were in a booth, though anyone who knew them would be hard-pressed to recognize them, as they were mostly ghosted at the moment.
they were the right shape, though their eyes and hands were really the only thing left that was still solid and the right color, their hair had a vaguely Medusa-like air about it, given the constant motion, and it was difficult to tell under the starkly white suits, but they were almost completely ghosted as well.
They seemed unconcerned as they were with everything.
They'll likely talk to just about anyone, if they aren't bothered by the ghostly appearance.
they were the right shape, though their eyes and hands were really the only thing left that was still solid and the right color, their hair had a vaguely Medusa-like air about it, given the constant motion, and it was difficult to tell under the starkly white suits, but they were almost completely ghosted as well.
They seemed unconcerned as they were with everything.
They'll likely talk to just about anyone, if they aren't bothered by the ghostly appearance.
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May. 24th, 2006 04:03 pmstuck-mynock.livejournal.comAtton's sitting in a booth, with a packed bag to one side of him, head bowed and shuffling pazaak cards. He may not even notice he's doing it. He's a tiny bit pale, and he's biting his lip slightly, but you'd have to get up close to really notice that.
There's alcohol on the table, but it looks like it hasn't been drunk at all, and a notepad with several half completed notes.
There's alcohol on the table, but it looks like it hasn't been drunk at all, and a notepad with several half completed notes.
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May. 24th, 2006 04:57 pmjedi-exile.livejournal.comOutside, there is an Exile.
She's standing on her head. 'Cause she can do that. Since she's bendy like wombats.
The mun blames Lorna completely for that one.
Come and chat. Or make her fall over. It'd be FUNNY.
She's standing on her head. 'Cause she can do that. Since she's bendy like wombats.
The mun blames Lorna completely for that one.
Come and chat. Or make her fall over. It'd be FUNNY.
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May. 24th, 2006 05:01 pmlethe-forgets.livejournal.comThere is a tiny nymph tucked into the furthest corner of a booth - long legs curled under her, nose scrunched in concentration, and a copy of a certain play in her hands. The pages turn slowly – very, very slowly – because there are far more words on them than Lethe can honestly say that she’s accustomed to.
But having something to do is nice – helps to straighten out the tired, uneven edges. To silence the whispering and stop the creeping, hollow uncertainty. And, for the moment, she looks somewhere close to settled, free to be somewhere else for a while - even if it is somewhere imagined.
But having something to do is nice – helps to straighten out the tired, uneven edges. To silence the whispering and stop the creeping, hollow uncertainty. And, for the moment, she looks somewhere close to settled, free to be somewhere else for a while - even if it is somewhere imagined.
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May. 24th, 2006 05:15 pmpolitestpirate.livejournal.comThanks to Lizzie, Wellard was well enough to get outside today, to look over possible ship-building areas. Doom and danger in the bar still current or not- he is still going to do this.
So, at the moment, he has just finished dinner, and is working on rough layouts for the ship yard. All while doing his best to keep an eye on people around in the bar.
So, at the moment, he has just finished dinner, and is working on rough layouts for the ship yard. All while doing his best to keep an eye on people around in the bar.
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May. 24th, 2006 05:46 pmundignified[oom: Wes arrives home (home!) and returns that shiny sparkly weapon to its rightful owner, alas. Then, possibly the next day, he does a favour for Steph.
Er ... Millitimed to Friday/Saturday. Ish. Type thing. Yes.]
Er ... Millitimed to Friday/Saturday. Ish. Type thing. Yes.]
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May. 24th, 2006 06:53 pmno-more-chianti.livejournal.comOoh, look over there!
Quick! Before you miss it!
One Clarice Starling is kicking back in a chair by the fire, sipping lemonade.
It's really good lemonade.
That might not be why she's smiling so much, however.
Quick! Before you miss it!
One Clarice Starling is kicking back in a chair by the fire, sipping lemonade.
It's really good lemonade.
That might not be why she's smiling so much, however.
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May. 24th, 2006 07:04 pmprinceinexileThere is a dreadfully over-thoughtful prince in the bar. WAY OVER THOUGHTFUL. As in, full daydreaming, with a book in his lap and his face shuttered, and his hand off the couch and just passing over the dog's ruff.
He is totally in a whole other world. But those who endeavor to bring him back to this one might be well rewarded.
Or they might not be.
[Militimed to way after this life changing event which hasn't been posted in an oom of it's own yet because it's still sort of ongoing...]
He is totally in a whole other world. But those who endeavor to bring him back to this one might be well rewarded.
Or they might not be.
[Militimed to way after this life changing event which hasn't been posted in an oom of it's own yet because it's still sort of ongoing...]
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May. 24th, 2006 07:06 pmballetrat*Meg's perched on a stool at the bar, sipping a cup of coffee.
There's a scrawl of papers in front of her, but she doesn't seem to be writing on any of them at the moment; content, instead, just to watch the people moving around the bar, and think - not for the first time - that it really is almost like a city.*
There's a scrawl of papers in front of her, but she doesn't seem to be writing on any of them at the moment; content, instead, just to watch the people moving around the bar, and think - not for the first time - that it really is almost like a city.*
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May. 24th, 2006 07:06 pmnot-one-drop.livejournal.comMal inna bar. And in her nicest clothes, as well, a decent looking blouse and a pair of clean if faded breeches. Hair neatly combed and face well washed.
She sits at the bar, absently sipping the brand-new concoction called a milkshake and scanning the bar.
Is she looking for you?
She sits at the bar, absently sipping the brand-new concoction called a milkshake and scanning the bar.
Is she looking for you?
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May. 24th, 2006 07:13 pmnecessary_childSam inna bar. He's got coffee and chips. He's also got some notes made whilst translating the book he's been working on recently, and is looking over them.
The mun is liable to be distract-a-riffic, as she's attempting to revise French for an exam tomorrow. She's failing miserably, though, hence the post.
The mun is liable to be distract-a-riffic, as she's attempting to revise French for an exam tomorrow. She's failing miserably, though, hence the post.
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May. 24th, 2006 07:24 pmwhats-bad-wolf.livejournal.comRose Tyler, at the Bar, with -- you guessed it -- chips. Also, people-watching, which is a verb and not a noun so therefore she is not with people-watching, but merely is people-watching, in case clarification was required.
She is very bored and would like distractions, plz.
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May. 24th, 2006 07:27 pmprobability-cat.livejournal.comSchrödinger's Cat is about to enter the bar. Blink and you'll ...
OK. Half of you blinked. She's in and you missed it and you'll have to content yourself with knowing she's here. The rest of you know she's in motion but don't know just whether she was entering or leaving.
OK. Half of you blinked. She's in and you missed it and you'll have to content yourself with knowing she's here. The rest of you know she's in motion but don't know just whether she was entering or leaving.
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May. 24th, 2006 07:29 pmmisterparker.livejournal.comParker has a cheap top, and a beer sitting in front of him. Occasionally, he'll take a drink. Occasionally, he'll spin the top.
He is waiting to be distracted.
He is waiting to be distracted.
mollyprewett.livejournal.com[[OOM: Molly gets her first ever ride in a plane and she and Cain visit the set of a movie during filming to kick off the beginning of their travels together.]]
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May. 24th, 2006 07:42 pmnarrator-rod.livejournal.comYou haven't seen him around much, but he's seen a lot of you, and now you see him at the bar. Say hello, ask where he's been, inquire after the secrets hidden within "To Serve Man"?
[ ooc: "Lost" is coming on in 20, which means mun will be duly distracted. Warning for slow tags. ]
[ ooc: "Lost" is coming on in 20, which means mun will be duly distracted. Warning for slow tags. ]
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May. 24th, 2006 07:42 pmqsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com"C'mere you!"
"Darien" is hauling someone by the ea--no, the throat. He's holding his throat, and tightly too, as he drags the poor man through the bar and into the the infirmary.
[ooc: plotlocked]
"Darien" is hauling someone by the ea--no, the throat. He's holding his throat, and tightly too, as he drags the poor man through the bar and into the the infirmary.
[ooc: plotlocked]
OOM/Entry Post: Making a few deliveries
May. 24th, 2006 08:13 pmcurlys-boy.livejournal.comKyle and Warren have been making trips back and forth through the door. They've had an assortment of things to carry, mostly backpacks and a case or two. Their progress was hampered by Kyle's unfortunate injury incurred while defending all gay men by knocking a prejudicial ass down. So with one hand bandaged up and Warren teasing him about his 'violent tendencies', the two made their way up to the room that they're renting.
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May. 24th, 2006 08:24 pmsansa-stark.livejournal.com[OOM: Sansa plays a game.]
A young girl is in the bar, sitting by the fireplace and eating an apple, an untouched sewing basket by her side. Anyone nearby will get a polite smile and nod - for once it doesn't matter whether they look human or not.
Sansa would like to be distracted.
A young girl is in the bar, sitting by the fireplace and eating an apple, an untouched sewing basket by her side. Anyone nearby will get a polite smile and nod - for once it doesn't matter whether they look human or not.
Sansa would like to be distracted.
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May. 24th, 2006 08:25 pmand-far-away.livejournal.comSharpe was up with the dawn, but he's been busy with the morning's work.
He's dressed in old clothes and covered in hay dust when he comes into the bar and heads straight outside, considering a swim in the lake.
He's dressed in old clothes and covered in hay dust when he comes into the bar and heads straight outside, considering a swim in the lake.
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May. 24th, 2006 08:32 pmlvpd_sidleThere is a CSI in the bar. Not an unusual sighting, these days.
She may be keeping an eye out for a former DNA technician-turned-CSI Level One. And she might be looking vaguely guilty.
She's open to being bothered, however.
She may be keeping an eye out for a former DNA technician-turned-CSI Level One. And she might be looking vaguely guilty.
She's open to being bothered, however.
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May. 24th, 2006 08:44 pmmilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comWells slips into the Bar from upstairs, pausing at the bar only to pick up dinner and his usual pint of Bass. There's no one at the booth he likes, so he appropriates the table, sets the folder marked GRUINARD ISLAND down nearby, and starts in on dinner. He'll go over the plans later; there's some stuff in there he really doesn't want to try to read while eating.
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May. 24th, 2006 08:48 pmfire-of-mahal.livejournal.comThere's been a lot of business lately for someone willing to work mithril rings or turn iron ore into axe-steel and sword steel. Gimli and his assistant, young Tom Jones, have been busy indeed. Tonight, however, the dwarf has some time away from the fires; thus, he is in the Bar for supper, and for the occasional curse at the blasted Man-sized furniture.
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May. 24th, 2006 08:52 pmprecocioustilda.livejournal.comThere is a Matilda in the bar. Her confused expression has lessened in recent times, but she's still carrying a large bag over one shoulder. At the moment she can be found folding paper cranes - sometimes with her hands, sometimes elsewise - at a table near Bar.
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May. 24th, 2006 09:13 pmtibetanmethodDale Cooper marche à la Barre, et il parle:
--Mademoiselle Barre, j'ai besoin de café...et une boite de 'glitter', s'il vous plaît.
Les articles apparaîssent, et Cooper est très heureux.
Cooper doesn't speak French.
--Mademoiselle Barre, j'ai besoin de café...et une boite de 'glitter', s'il vous plaît.
Les articles apparaîssent, et Cooper est très heureux.
Cooper doesn't speak French.
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May. 24th, 2006 09:14 pmnot-only-wisdom.livejournal.comNynaeve glides briskly down the stairs, pausing at the bar only long enough to obtain a pot of tea.
She settles at a table with a reasonably decent vantage point, sipping her tea and studying the other patrons.
She settles at a table with a reasonably decent vantage point, sipping her tea and studying the other patrons.
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May. 24th, 2006 09:26 pmprototype-karr.livejournal.comKARR drives in from the lake, looking as pleased as a car can-and leaving a muddy trail behind himself. His scanner flicks back and forth rapidly in a blur, and he hums a little to himself as he drives. As he stops near the bar, a towel appears on the surface, and he tsks.
"Really. It's not as if I'm making that much of a mess." But after a moment he sighs to himself, takes human form, and sits down on a barstool, beginning to wipe off the mud. He glances around warily every so often-he's more on edge as human, but that doesn't mean he isn't willing to talk.
"Really. It's not as if I'm making that much of a mess." But after a moment he sighs to himself, takes human form, and sits down on a barstool, beginning to wipe off the mud. He glances around warily every so often-he's more on edge as human, but that doesn't mean he isn't willing to talk.
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May. 24th, 2006 09:27 pmguppy_sandhuThe last few days of torrential rain appear to have worn off in Holby, in that Guppy is not soaking wet today.
He heads over to the bar, putting down a large pile of paperwork on his surface. He seems preoccupied, which probably explains why he has failed to notice the rose petals that someone has sneakily sprinkled into his hair.
Bar gives him a pamphlet with his tea, which he looks down at, goes slightly red and tucks discreetly under the paperwork.
He heads over to the bar, putting down a large pile of paperwork on his surface. He seems preoccupied, which probably explains why he has failed to notice the rose petals that someone has sneakily sprinkled into his hair.
Bar gives him a pamphlet with his tea, which he looks down at, goes slightly red and tucks discreetly under the paperwork.
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May. 24th, 2006 09:27 pmather-fledgling.livejournal.comAubrey's being lazy over on a couch by the fire. Or, he may just be waiting for someone. But, as he's leaving for a bit soon why not come over at talk to him now. He's currently slouched on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table in front of him.
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May. 24th, 2006 09:28 pmthe_seafarerCaspian is settled at a table, with tea and a leather-bound book, but all of his attention, currently, is taken up by his attempts to work the small splinters from his boat-work out of his hands.
Distracting things, splinters.
Distracting things, splinters.
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May. 24th, 2006 09:35 pmthe_antiangstAngel, table, pickle tub on floor next to said table, pizza (pineapple-bacon-extra cheese, of course) ripe for sharing...
...Wait, are those ice cubes in that soda? It's a red-letter day, given Angel's cold issues.
...Wait, are those ice cubes in that soda? It's a red-letter day, given Angel's cold issues.
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May. 24th, 2006 09:49 pmdark-ex-watcher.livejournal.comWesley Wyndham-Pryce is sitting in one of the booths, studying a large piece of paper sealed in plastic. The paper is covered in strange texts, cryptic phrases, and a handful of chemical compounds, and Wesley is looking at it with the sort of expression one would expect to find on the face of an athlete just before a big game.
Sergeant Wells and his team are going to need protective amulets during their raid on Gruinard Island, and with the help of a certain dwarf and his forge, Wesley is planning to make them tonight. Of course, the thought's crossed his mind that he will be asking the aid of deities who might, in fact, be in the bar. Perhaps he could just ask?
Oh, yes, he thinks. Just wait for Hecate to drop by, walk up to her table, buy her a Cosmopolitan, and then ask if she would be so kind as to bless. my. amulets.
He shakes his head and makes a note to headdesk at himself once the amulets are done.
Fortunately, it's right about then that he sees the dwarven smith in question.
[Edit: not plot-locked, bother at will!]
Sergeant Wells and his team are going to need protective amulets during their raid on Gruinard Island, and with the help of a certain dwarf and his forge, Wesley is planning to make them tonight. Of course, the thought's crossed his mind that he will be asking the aid of deities who might, in fact, be in the bar. Perhaps he could just ask?
Oh, yes, he thinks. Just wait for Hecate to drop by, walk up to her table, buy her a Cosmopolitan, and then ask if she would be so kind as to bless. my. amulets.
He shakes his head and makes a note to headdesk at himself once the amulets are done.
Fortunately, it's right about then that he sees the dwarven smith in question.
[Edit: not plot-locked, bother at will!]
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May. 24th, 2006 09:54 pmgonna_liveDisgustingly sweet and fruity alcoholic concoction? Check.
Catalogue of new makes and models for 2520? Check.
Pencil for marginal notes? Check.
Kaylee is well-established in a booth.
Catalogue of new makes and models for 2520? Check.
Pencil for marginal notes? Check.
Kaylee is well-established in a booth.
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May. 24th, 2006 10:14 pmnerdanel_the_wiseNerdanel comes through the door, bag in hand and child in arms.
Said child is screaming.
"Ada Ada Ada Ada Ada!!!!"
The Elf sighs, exhaustion on her homely face, and she looks around the bar frantically for Gorlim. His son wanted him, and had wanted him since she had left the bar. If he wasn't sleeping, he was demanding his Ada, and after Mandos'... talk... with her, she was back.
Said child is screaming.
"Ada Ada Ada Ada Ada!!!!"
The Elf sighs, exhaustion on her homely face, and she looks around the bar frantically for Gorlim. His son wanted him, and had wanted him since she had left the bar. If he wasn't sleeping, he was demanding his Ada, and after Mandos'... talk... with her, she was back.
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May. 24th, 2006 10:30 pmwyrd-fox.livejournal.comFoxtrot is at the Bar.
But he's not looking himself. Well, he's still looking like James Dean...but since when did James Dean wear a kimono?
And he's not trying to have a bit of craziness passing himself off as a geisha either. No, this is an extremely formal male kimono, red silk embroidered with vines and tiny foxes and wrapped with a emerald obi.
He has a calligraphy set in front of him and is writing a note.
( To the Most Honorable Lady Ako )
He signs it with a ideograph of his name, folds it into an origami flower and entrusts it to Bar.
Then he pulls out a ballpoint pen and a piece of Holiday Inn Stationary and pens another note.
( To the Boss Lady )
This letter is also sent off with an admonition to Bar not to give it to Ako until after she reads the first. Then he goes to find a quiet table to wait.
[ooc: Not at all plotlocked. Have fun.]
But he's not looking himself. Well, he's still looking like James Dean...but since when did James Dean wear a kimono?
And he's not trying to have a bit of craziness passing himself off as a geisha either. No, this is an extremely formal male kimono, red silk embroidered with vines and tiny foxes and wrapped with a emerald obi.
He has a calligraphy set in front of him and is writing a note.
( To the Most Honorable Lady Ako )He signs it with a ideograph of his name, folds it into an origami flower and entrusts it to Bar.
Then he pulls out a ballpoint pen and a piece of Holiday Inn Stationary and pens another note.
( To the Boss Lady )This letter is also sent off with an admonition to Bar not to give it to Ako until after she reads the first. Then he goes to find a quiet table to wait.
[ooc: Not at all plotlocked. Have fun.]
OOM: Scars Like Highways
May. 24th, 2006 10:35 pmprinceinexile[OOM: After dumping water on Steph's head, Zuko flees to the woods, where wrestling, name-calling, and feeling-baring teenage angst occurs. FTB with the suggestion of... did they, or didn't they?
Militimed to late Monday night.]
Militimed to late Monday night.]
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May. 24th, 2006 11:12 pmmoroccofor1year.livejournal.com*Penny wanders into the bar and starts looking around it has been months sinces she's been in the bar and there are certain people she would love to talk to. She does't see anyone yet, so she finds a table to sit at. hopefully, someone will come over.*
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May. 24th, 2006 11:14 pmhero-jack.livejournal.com( this entrance is a large spoiler. )[ooc: major spoilers for tonight's Lost. In fact, Jack's now just a walking spoiler until September.]
agirllostAt some point yesterday, Kim saw the door. Angie isn't getting much better and she can't do this alone - she needs Chase.
More than that, she's feeling like her being here is really only making things worse and staying up at night watching Angie isn't helping either of them.
She talked to a few people last night and the ones close to her know that she's leaving for a few hours.
Some other people she hasn't seen, and they might worry so she leaves a quick note with Bar that she's just gone back to LA.
"Give that to anyone who asks," she says softly, touching the surface for a moment and then making her way to the door.
First time in months that she'll be going back, her Dad's a few months ahead of her and if anything had been wrong in the world, she would have known.
Back to Baby Angie and Chase and college finals. At least for a little while. Her heart beats a little faster as she reaches out and grabs the door, opening it, this time it opens and she steps back onto a college campus.
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May. 24th, 2006 11:18 pmconglomereldaElda sits by the fire once again, wings carefully stretched out to dry. For some reason she simply couldn't concentrate at the University with the rain drumming on the roof. So after a quick dash through the rain, she is here, drawing complicated diagrams in her notebook.
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May. 24th, 2006 11:30 pmguppy_sandhu[ooc: Relating to this conversation yesterday]
Before he goes upstairs Guppy leaves a note for the other medics. It's taken him a while to decide the wording.
( Important: For all Milliways medics - please read )
Before he goes upstairs Guppy leaves a note for the other medics. It's taken him a while to decide the wording.
( Important: For all Milliways medics - please read )(no subject)
May. 24th, 2006 11:39 pmjack_f_twist[OOM: Back in Childress, Jack finds that the world keeps on moving, whether you want it to or not, and that sometimes, change ain't so bad, even if it's not strictly for the better.]
