May. 28th, 2006
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May. 28th, 2006 12:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mogget_cat*There is a deep well of peace and contentment stretched across the couch before the fireplace, tonight.*
*It's name is Yrael.*
*You may have met it before.*
*If so, or if not, do come say hello.*
*It's name is Yrael.*
*You may have met it before.*
*If so, or if not, do come say hello.*
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May. 28th, 2006 12:27 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
last-king.livejournal.comThe Narnian king content of the bar has increased by one, the one in question being Tirian.
He looks perhaps a bit more tense and guarded than is usual, and is watching the rest of the bar with interest as he sits near the fire.
[OOC: Mun's internet is being dodgy. Possibility of slowness.]
He looks perhaps a bit more tense and guarded than is usual, and is watching the rest of the bar with interest as he sits near the fire.
[OOC: Mun's internet is being dodgy. Possibility of slowness.]
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May. 28th, 2006 01:13 amblue_ajah[OOM: A lot has happened in the last few days. In the wake of events following Coyote's death, along with Dream's argument with Destruction and subsequent discussion with Moiraine, the Aes Sedai has been spending a lot of time in her upstairs study considering things-- and searching for options and answers. Occasionally, there are visitors, including these two:
First, a rapping Raven comes to the door, evidently for conversation, cookies, and tea.
And then later, Merriman Lyon arrives-- bearing grim news, frankly relayed.]
First, a rapping Raven comes to the door, evidently for conversation, cookies, and tea.
And then later, Merriman Lyon arrives-- bearing grim news, frankly relayed.]
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May. 28th, 2006 02:18 amnamo[OOM: First, there was this, where Mary Anne gets the crap smacked out of her by an angry Vala. Then, Gorlim came to Námo post date with Ruin. (Said date has been handwaved by the muns but the events are made clear in the OOM.)
After a little sleep, Námo wakes up, sick as hell, and he and Gorlim have a small chat before heading back to bed. Warnings in the first thread for some minor violence.]
After a little sleep, Námo wakes up, sick as hell, and he and Gorlim have a small chat before heading back to bed. Warnings in the first thread for some minor violence.]
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May. 28th, 2006 03:18 amtibetanmethod[After Moiraine speaks with Merriman and Raven in her study, she gets one more visitor.
This results in Moiraine and Cooper heading out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks, for dinner at the Great Northern. At one point they're interrupted by a Calvinist carp, and then they're further interrupted, after the carp (better known as Ben Horne) missteps. Severely.
Cooper escorts Ben away, and then is informed that he's no longer welcome at the Great Northern Hotel.
He doesn't let it ruin the evening, though; he and Moiraine finish dinner, and then go to Upper Twin Park to discuss ostriches, fundamentalists, situational ethics, and Cary Grant before returning to Milliways.
And then Cooper changes lodging.]
This results in Moiraine and Cooper heading out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks, for dinner at the Great Northern. At one point they're interrupted by a Calvinist carp, and then they're further interrupted, after the carp (better known as Ben Horne) missteps. Severely.
Cooper escorts Ben away, and then is informed that he's no longer welcome at the Great Northern Hotel.
He doesn't let it ruin the evening, though; he and Moiraine finish dinner, and then go to Upper Twin Park to discuss ostriches, fundamentalists, situational ethics, and Cary Grant before returning to Milliways.
And then Cooper changes lodging.]
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May. 28th, 2006 03:41 ama-fell.livejournal.comBecause he hasn't, in rather a while.
Or rather... well, it may not have been that terribly long, really, when it comes down to it, but solid facts are never nearly so persuasive as the feelings in the spaces surrounding them. This place has done rather more to convince him of that than most, perhaps. It feels like a dreadfully long time since he's been here.
Aziraphael is sat on a sofa by the fire, earl grey to hand, nose buried in a dusty hardbacked book.
Or rather... well, it may not have been that terribly long, really, when it comes down to it, but solid facts are never nearly so persuasive as the feelings in the spaces surrounding them. This place has done rather more to convince him of that than most, perhaps. It feels like a dreadfully long time since he's been here.
Aziraphael is sat on a sofa by the fire, earl grey to hand, nose buried in a dusty hardbacked book.
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May. 28th, 2006 05:59 ampolitestpirate.livejournal.comAnd because the mun totally forgot until now, apologies!
There are notes left with the bar, for Archie, Sharpe, Mary and Jack Sparrow, that pretty much all say
( the following- )
Which is quite reassuring, isn't it?
There are notes left with the bar, for Archie, Sharpe, Mary and Jack Sparrow, that pretty much all say
( the following- )
Which is quite reassuring, isn't it?
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May. 28th, 2006 07:50 amoldromansaint.livejournal.comSantino emerged into the bar, this time armed with his leather jacket. He looked far less complete without it. Hair cut as short as Santino would dare see icon.
Seat at an open, visible table. Moved there with the same perfectly placed dancer's steps.
Obviously, company was very welcome.
Seat at an open, visible table. Moved there with the same perfectly placed dancer's steps.
Obviously, company was very welcome.
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May. 28th, 2006 08:27 ammommywitch.livejournal.comA stream of blue lights by the door and then a toddler and an unconscious, bleeding Mace appear at the end of it.
Then Piper runs in from outside, Chris on her hip, and kneels beside Mace.
Yelling to no one in particular, "Can I get some help here?!"
Then Piper runs in from outside, Chris on her hip, and kneels beside Mace.
Yelling to no one in particular, "Can I get some help here?!"
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May. 28th, 2006 11:56 amdeadirishdemon.livejournal.comBecause he's 28 today - or would be, if that whole pesky death thing hadn't stopped the aging process - Doyle is in the bar, celebrating with steak, potatoes and half a glass of beer.
He'll find a way to get rid of the smell before he sees Cordelia again.
He also has, provided by bar, a slice of cake with a candle in it.
Conversation is welcome.
He'll find a way to get rid of the smell before he sees Cordelia again.
He also has, provided by bar, a slice of cake with a candle in it.
Conversation is welcome.
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May. 28th, 2006 12:54 pmcheerychaplainA jeep went through Colonel Blake's tent.
Father Mulcahy still doesn't entirely understand it, but the colonel seems to be alright, if rather shaken, and so Mulcahy makes his way back to his tent, sliding his glasses off his nose as he opens the door--
And promptly puts them back on.
There is a moment of blinking from the bathrobe-wearing priest, and then he smiles quietly and makes his way over to the Bar, taking a seat on a stool and ordering a hot drink. He sits and sips at his coffee, looking around with bright interest.
Father Mulcahy still doesn't entirely understand it, but the colonel seems to be alright, if rather shaken, and so Mulcahy makes his way back to his tent, sliding his glasses off his nose as he opens the door--
And promptly puts them back on.
There is a moment of blinking from the bathrobe-wearing priest, and then he smiles quietly and makes his way over to the Bar, taking a seat on a stool and ordering a hot drink. He sits and sips at his coffee, looking around with bright interest.
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May. 28th, 2006 01:55 pmrogue-wraith.livejournal.comWedge wanders into the bar, for once not in uniform. He'd be a lot happier if he was. Insteady, he cuts a colorful figure in a creamy tunic and green hose, boots, and belt, and a dark green cloak trimmed with that creamy off-white. Even his belt carries an unfamiliar accessory next to the usual blaster - a semicircular bit of gagetry, with numerous holes.
Wedge seems utterly unaware of how he looks. He's tired, frustrated, and has just come from one of the most depressing and disheartening interviews he's ever had the misfortune of walking into.
In short?
He is a man in serious need of a drink.
Thank the Force this is a bar and not a day spa.
Wedge seems utterly unaware of how he looks. He's tired, frustrated, and has just come from one of the most depressing and disheartening interviews he's ever had the misfortune of walking into.
In short?
He is a man in serious need of a drink.
Thank the Force this is a bar and not a day spa.
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May. 28th, 2006 02:45 pmalderaani-intel.livejournal.comOutside, which is sunny and windy, Winter sits on the ground, reading a datapad, and dipping her toes in the lake.
She looks very, very relaxed. That is not to say, however, that if you were to sneak up on her, that she wouldn't be able to kick your ass anyway.
:)
She looks very, very relaxed. That is not to say, however, that if you were to sneak up on her, that she wouldn't be able to kick your ass anyway.
:)
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May. 28th, 2006 02:57 pmalwaysroomforhopeSteph's spent the morning curled up in a seat by the fire, with a notepad and pen.
The fire's a lot more choked with paper ash now than it was at the start of the day - even the cardboard backing of the notepad's in there, smouldering quietly. Just one sheet of paper's survived.
It's being placed on the Bar now, with the whispered injuction "For Billy, okay? And - and - no, that's all. Thanks." She runs a hand lightly over the wood as the note vanishes, and sighs.
( Note for Billy )
She abandons the pen on Bar and goes to the piano, then. She's been practicing, quietly, and although she'll never make a living from it, at least the music's bearable this time. Well, mostly. If she didn't keep stopping to turn pages, and then stopping again whenever she gets to a tricky chord or phrase, anyway.
The fire's a lot more choked with paper ash now than it was at the start of the day - even the cardboard backing of the notepad's in there, smouldering quietly. Just one sheet of paper's survived.
It's being placed on the Bar now, with the whispered injuction "For Billy, okay? And - and - no, that's all. Thanks." She runs a hand lightly over the wood as the note vanishes, and sighs.
( Note for Billy )
She abandons the pen on Bar and goes to the piano, then. She's been practicing, quietly, and although she'll never make a living from it, at least the music's bearable this time. Well, mostly. If she didn't keep stopping to turn pages, and then stopping again whenever she gets to a tricky chord or phrase, anyway.
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May. 28th, 2006 03:19 pmbeauty-marred.livejournal.comNarcissa is downstairs this afternoon, over near the observation window. Pacing. And being, in general, very Not Happy.
This might have something to do with a certain note she read (and destroyed) earlier.
Just maybe.
This might have something to do with a certain note she read (and destroyed) earlier.
Just maybe.
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May. 28th, 2006 03:31 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_mother_dearest/[Pre-Milliways: Never Enough]
The door opens, as it is inclined to do on occasion, and a woman stumbled in. Her eyes were red with tears, and her cheeks damp. Her long dark hair was tangled. Her simple grey silk dress was torn and bloodied.
A few long, gasping breaths as words failed her.
Where was she? This was not the Trolloc encampment where... She shuddered violently and blinked away the remaining tears in her eyes. How was she here?
Another few calmer breaths.
The door opens, as it is inclined to do on occasion, and a woman stumbled in. Her eyes were red with tears, and her cheeks damp. Her long dark hair was tangled. Her simple grey silk dress was torn and bloodied.
A few long, gasping breaths as words failed her.
Where was she? This was not the Trolloc encampment where... She shuddered violently and blinked away the remaining tears in her eyes. How was she here?
Another few calmer breaths.
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May. 28th, 2006 03:43 pmsteadycenter.livejournal.comKaren enters the bar and glances around for husband or brother-in-law.
Preferably husband. Brother-in-law's nice enough--but husband's much nicer.
Preferably husband. Brother-in-law's nice enough--but husband's much nicer.
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May. 28th, 2006 03:57 pmwizard_dresdenButters told me that playing the guitar would be good therapy for my hand. Unfortunately, didn't bring the guitar along with me. So, I figured I'd ask the bar if she could loan me one. She did - she even included a copy of the book Butters had given me. "Thanks."
So now, I'm sitting in a corner, in a comfortable chair, playing the guitar... badly.
So far, Thomas is the only person who's ever been able to tolerate the sound longer than a couple minutes without asking me to stop. And I think he's just being polite.
So now, I'm sitting in a corner, in a comfortable chair, playing the guitar... badly.
So far, Thomas is the only person who's ever been able to tolerate the sound longer than a couple minutes without asking me to stop. And I think he's just being polite.
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May. 28th, 2006 05:59 pmnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comAce is enjoying a well-earned chocolate milkshake as she lounges on her comfy chair by the fire. Well-earned, because she's spent the day painting her giraffe-thing.
There's still a streak of yellow paint on her nose. No, you do not want to know how it got there.
There's still a streak of yellow paint on her nose. No, you do not want to know how it got there.
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May. 28th, 2006 06:34 pmjack_inthegreen[OOM: Jack Green and Blodwen Rowlands have a tense conversation.. Millitimed to Saturday.]
Entrance post
May. 28th, 2006 07:08 pmleftthecradle.livejournal.com[OOM: Tragedy strikes at the Species Restoration Project.]
The Door opens to admit the Ranger.
However, this is a somewhat unusual arrival for him. His normally pristine robes are dusty and smeared with blood. And, slung across his shoulders, he is carrying a dapple-grey foal which cannot be more than a few days old. It flicks its bottle-brush of a tail and neighs in suprise. Obviously, the scenery has changed far more abruptly than it is used to.
The Ranger is also quite startled by his arrival.
"I'm sorry, but I do not have time at the moment," he says in Bar's direction and turns around...to find a blank wall where the Door once was.
"..."
After a moment of staring at the wall, he turns once more and strides over to Bar.
"I will not even attempt to argue with you, my dear," he says as he gently sets the foal down. It staggers for a moment on its spindly legs before it finds its balance.
"But, since you have called us away from where we had food for this one..."
A couple of large bottles with elongated nipples appear on Bar's countertop. "Thank you," the Ranger says as he collects them. "I trust you had a good reason for this. I only hope it becomes clear soon."
The foal seems willing to be guided by a gentle hand placedo on its withers. Once or twice, her startles at a patron or passing wait rat, but calms when the Ranger gives her a certain look. In a few moments, the Ranger finds a quiet corner and settles down in a chair to offer the hungry filly the milk. As she suckles, he strokes her neck and ponders the question of why in Valen's name he's been brought here now.
He doesn't seem in the least perturbed by the fact that he's feeding a baby horse in the middle of a bar.
The Door opens to admit the Ranger.
However, this is a somewhat unusual arrival for him. His normally pristine robes are dusty and smeared with blood. And, slung across his shoulders, he is carrying a dapple-grey foal which cannot be more than a few days old. It flicks its bottle-brush of a tail and neighs in suprise. Obviously, the scenery has changed far more abruptly than it is used to.
The Ranger is also quite startled by his arrival.
"I'm sorry, but I do not have time at the moment," he says in Bar's direction and turns around...to find a blank wall where the Door once was.
"..."
After a moment of staring at the wall, he turns once more and strides over to Bar.
"I will not even attempt to argue with you, my dear," he says as he gently sets the foal down. It staggers for a moment on its spindly legs before it finds its balance.
"But, since you have called us away from where we had food for this one..."
A couple of large bottles with elongated nipples appear on Bar's countertop. "Thank you," the Ranger says as he collects them. "I trust you had a good reason for this. I only hope it becomes clear soon."
The foal seems willing to be guided by a gentle hand placedo on its withers. Once or twice, her startles at a patron or passing wait rat, but calms when the Ranger gives her a certain look. In a few moments, the Ranger finds a quiet corner and settles down in a chair to offer the hungry filly the milk. As she suckles, he strokes her neck and ponders the question of why in Valen's name he's been brought here now.
He doesn't seem in the least perturbed by the fact that he's feeding a baby horse in the middle of a bar.
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May. 28th, 2006 07:32 pmtwoeyesonthesky.livejournal.comQuinn is not much good at idleness or quiet, as much as he might like to be. He's here because he needs to talk to Lando, to get the supplies bought; beyond that there's really very little holding him. For all that time on the other side of the Door hasn't stopped, he still worries that his people need him home, soon. The only thing that's ever pushed worry away has been planning, and when that hasn't been available, hard work. He's done enough planning over the past few days to choke a pig, so- work it's been, mostly around the stables. Can't leave Ross's quarters untidy, after all, or the beast un-exercised.
But now even that part's done, and supper too, so all he's really got is the sense of worry that's propelled him for a very long time. He's taking that out back for a nice long walk somewhere just between the lake and the treeline. Maybe the evening air will take the edge off.
But now even that part's done, and supper too, so all he's really got is the sense of worry that's propelled him for a very long time. He's taking that out back for a nice long walk somewhere just between the lake and the treeline. Maybe the evening air will take the edge off.
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May. 28th, 2006 07:38 pmanotherlifebro.livejournal.com[OOM: back on the island, Desmond hasn't disappeared off the face of the snowglobe Earth.
Lost finale spoilers and suchlike. :D?]
Lost finale spoilers and suchlike. :D?]
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May. 28th, 2006 07:44 pmiamnotstorm.livejournal.comSarah was in the bar, working on a crossword puzzle over at one of the small tables near the observation window, sitting sideways across the chair, tapping the pen she was using against the edge of her jaw.
Her feet were bare, her jeans were well-worn, and her shirt was pink and had stamp-print text that said: "It's not pink, it's light-ish red."
Someone go tell her that the word she's looking for is 'score' she's overthinking again.
Her feet were bare, her jeans were well-worn, and her shirt was pink and had stamp-print text that said: "It's not pink, it's light-ish red."
Someone go tell her that the word she's looking for is 'score' she's overthinking again.
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May. 28th, 2006 07:50 pmvirii-twins.livejournal.comDespite the solid icon, the Twins weren't quite as solid as they usually were.
They'd gotten over the complete ghosting of the other day however, and were mostly solid again, aside from the hair which was ghostly and writhing every which way.
It didn't seem to bother them however, as they worked on a game of dominoes, occasionally scanning the bar over each other's shoulders, just to make sure everything was as it should be.
They'd gotten over the complete ghosting of the other day however, and were mostly solid again, aside from the hair which was ghostly and writhing every which way.
It didn't seem to bother them however, as they worked on a game of dominoes, occasionally scanning the bar over each other's shoulders, just to make sure everything was as it should be.
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May. 28th, 2006 08:02 pmwhitewitch-thea.livejournal.comWhen there's a problem, you fix it. You research and you ask around and somehow you fix it. This has never failed Thea, even if it took a bit longer than expected to get rid of the menace of possession. So when your magic is being odd. Research. It's like a fun crossword puzzle. Two Down - What Solves every problem (8).
Anyway. Booth. Books. Looking a bit stressed. Distract?
Anyway. Booth. Books. Looking a bit stressed. Distract?
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May. 28th, 2006 08:07 pmjackdriscoll.livejournal.comA woefully rage-free Jack Driscoll enters the bar, claims a seat by the fireplace, sends a wait rat off on a mission, and cracks open a book. The wait rat returns with a glass of Pinot Noir.
This means that Jack is, for once, in somewhat of a good mood.
This means that Jack is, for once, in somewhat of a good mood.
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May. 28th, 2006 08:11 pmsong_tra_bongWell, well. Look who got an entrance post.
Mary Anne's lounging in a booth nursing a glass of tequila. It's not a particularly bad night, just a proven medicinal fact that tequila helps bruises heal faster. And she is sporting a rather nice one along her cheek and jaw.
Come say hi. She'll be happy to extoll the healing properties of alcohol, or talk about pretty much anything else.
Mary Anne's lounging in a booth nursing a glass of tequila. It's not a particularly bad night, just a proven medicinal fact that tequila helps bruises heal faster. And she is sporting a rather nice one along her cheek and jaw.
Come say hi. She'll be happy to extoll the healing properties of alcohol, or talk about pretty much anything else.
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May. 28th, 2006 08:19 pmargyle_princessHannah came in with an armload of books tonight -- it's almost time for finals, even though it's totally unfair to have to take a final exams for a school you didn't go to for most of the year. Like she has any idea what they did last fall.
The bar is probably not the best place to be doing her French homework, but it's certainly more interesting than the library.
Sabine lit le plus nouveau magasin.
Something looks wrong there.
Huh.
The bar is probably not the best place to be doing her French homework, but it's certainly more interesting than the library.
Sabine lit le plus nouveau magasin.
Something looks wrong there.
Huh.
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May. 28th, 2006 08:21 pmoneman_onevote[OOM: In the cells after recieving Sikozu's note, Nita comes to see Havelock, and informs him that he is an idiot. He doesn't mind.]
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May. 28th, 2006 08:21 pmmistressmaryquitecontraryMary Lennox is sitting at a table, her feet dangling a few inches above the floor, going through one of Colin's books on gardening.
Her face is smudged and dirty, but her hands are clean; she'd washed them beforehand, to be sure not to get dirt on the book.
The book clearly holds great interest for her, but she glances up warily every few minutes for all that. Milliways is not a safe place. Not while there are witches about.
Her face is smudged and dirty, but her hands are clean; she'd washed them beforehand, to be sure not to get dirt on the book.
The book clearly holds great interest for her, but she glances up warily every few minutes for all that. Milliways is not a safe place. Not while there are witches about.
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May. 28th, 2006 08:28 pmburiedmybrother.livejournal.comThe door opened a moment ago-- maybe you didn't see it. That's understandable in a place like this, where there are too many comings and goings already, too many openings and shuttings.
And anyway, this door is comparatively little-used: It only opens onto the lake.
Antigone is standing in the doorway, looking thin and pale in her (still) dirtied, (still) rumpled dress. Her face and hands are clean now-- probably washed in lakewater once she'd gotten up the courage, her distress is not so great now as it was-- but her hair is still a little wild with old tangles, and her feet are bare.
She hangs back, leaning lightly in the doorframe, and it is almost as if she were back at one of those interminable balls in Thebes, waiting for the music to begin so that she can slip unnoticed past the dancers.
And anyway, this door is comparatively little-used: It only opens onto the lake.
Antigone is standing in the doorway, looking thin and pale in her (still) dirtied, (still) rumpled dress. Her face and hands are clean now-- probably washed in lakewater once she'd gotten up the courage, her distress is not so great now as it was-- but her hair is still a little wild with old tangles, and her feet are bare.
She hangs back, leaning lightly in the doorframe, and it is almost as if she were back at one of those interminable balls in Thebes, waiting for the music to begin so that she can slip unnoticed past the dancers.
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May. 28th, 2006 08:44 pmmollyprewett.livejournal.com[[OOM: Molly and Cain reach a small town along the way and lend a hand.]]
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May. 28th, 2006 08:56 pmlvpd_sidleAnd there is Sara, who is sunburned from her promised day out of doors. She's currently curled up on a couch, flipping through a magazine. Anyone who touches her shoulders will be risking both her pained wrath and becoming covered in aloe gel.
Bother if you like.
Bother if you like.
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May. 28th, 2006 08:58 pmaj_crawley[OOM: Crowley didn't mean to sleep the weekend away.1 Sometimes these things just happen.]
1Although he did have to get up once at about 3am to move from the couch to the bed.
1Although he did have to get up once at about 3am to move from the couch to the bed.
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May. 28th, 2006 09:01 pmgorlim.livejournal.comWhat have we here?
For the first time in ENTIRELY too long, it is a Gorlim. On the couch. Very much asleep. On his lap is a dark-haired girl some eight or nine months old, and at his side is a cup of tea, forgotten by its original benefactor, now being happily dabbled in by the infant. While her father naps, she is contentedly sticking her fingers into the milky substance and sucking at them.
Her papa looks for all the world like a nap is the best thing for him, but the baby is as cheerful and personable as anything. Come bug them both!
For the first time in ENTIRELY too long, it is a Gorlim. On the couch. Very much asleep. On his lap is a dark-haired girl some eight or nine months old, and at his side is a cup of tea, forgotten by its original benefactor, now being happily dabbled in by the infant. While her father naps, she is contentedly sticking her fingers into the milky substance and sucking at them.
Her papa looks for all the world like a nap is the best thing for him, but the baby is as cheerful and personable as anything. Come bug them both!
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May. 28th, 2006 09:02 pmbloodyrockgodCharlie is reading in a booth, his feet up on the opposite seat. He has tea, but the lollipop is getting much more attention.
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May. 28th, 2006 09:04 pmdreamer_fraySitting on a barstool, leaning with his back against Bar, is some kid.
Harth, to be precise, watching the rest of barkind with a sort of aloof interest while he drinks a Bloody Mary. A really literal one.
He'll so chat to anyone who comes near enough to be annoyed.
Harth, to be precise, watching the rest of barkind with a sort of aloof interest while he drinks a Bloody Mary. A really literal one.
He'll so chat to anyone who comes near enough to be annoyed.
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May. 28th, 2006 09:07 pmsimple-secret.livejournal.comFox, fox fox fox, fox fox fox fox fox, fox fox fox, foooox!
Issafox!
Running over a pair of shoes near you!
Issafox!
Running over a pair of shoes near you!
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May. 28th, 2006 09:10 pmun_fallenRaguel is out by the lake, staring out across it at the woods on the opposite side. He's put his sword down for the moment to stretch out his arms and his aching leg, which seems to be worse this evening than it's felt in a while.
It's strained from last night, he figures, bending his knee and trying not to wince. He's already worn out from stabbing at the air and saluting and drilling the same repetitive movements over and over - the few that he can perform on the ground, anyway. He's ready to get into the air.
Well. Best to get back at it, then.
OOC: plotlocked for now, thanks!
It's strained from last night, he figures, bending his knee and trying not to wince. He's already worn out from stabbing at the air and saluting and drilling the same repetitive movements over and over - the few that he can perform on the ground, anyway. He's ready to get into the air.
Well. Best to get back at it, then.
OOC: plotlocked for now, thanks!
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May. 28th, 2006 09:14 pmtragic_maskMelpomene is sitting in the bar.
She is going through a thick book of old and yellow pages and looking a little bit nostalgic. This, for Mel, means an occasional twitch of the mouth and eyes that are slightly less dry than the Sahara desert in August. But still.
She examines each page with care, spending several minutes on each, as if recalling something beautiful. Maybe she is. Care to find out?
She is going through a thick book of old and yellow pages and looking a little bit nostalgic. This, for Mel, means an occasional twitch of the mouth and eyes that are slightly less dry than the Sahara desert in August. But still.
She examines each page with care, spending several minutes on each, as if recalling something beautiful. Maybe she is. Care to find out?
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May. 28th, 2006 09:19 pmgone_byebyeRay's feeling better, more or less, but he's pretty sure he's not entirely up to snuff just yet. He comes down from upstairs- no way is he staying anywhere near the infirmary- and finds himself a decently lighted table where he's got a good view of as many people and as much stuff going on as possible.
What? If you were a New Yorker who was forcibly isolated in the howling wilderness of God Only Knows Where The Hell This Is, Montana, you'd be wanting all the reassurance you could get too.
... anyway. Ray's got dinner (it's tacos, and they're artificially seasoned clear to hell and back, and he likes it JUST FINE that way thank you), and the green stuff in a glass, and his holocomputer. He's alternately eating and going over an insanely complicated holographic diagram of some kind of molecular structure.
Bother him anyway.
What? If you were a New Yorker who was forcibly isolated in the howling wilderness of God Only Knows Where The Hell This Is, Montana, you'd be wanting all the reassurance you could get too.
... anyway. Ray's got dinner (it's tacos, and they're artificially seasoned clear to hell and back, and he likes it JUST FINE that way thank you), and the green stuff in a glass, and his holocomputer. He's alternately eating and going over an insanely complicated holographic diagram of some kind of molecular structure.
Bother him anyway.
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May. 28th, 2006 09:37 pmgeeky-agent.livejournal.comChris walks through the door, smiling widely. She's still juggling the grocery bags and Coco has nearly wiggled out of her grasp. But she doesn't care.
Just when she started thinking she might not see this place again.
Just when she started thinking she might not see this place again.
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May. 28th, 2006 09:40 pmburiedmybrother.livejournal.com[OOM: Millitimed to waaaaay long ago, Antigone and Utena discuss things of, related to, and pertaining to exchange diaries.
Saionji is revealed to be the elephant in the living room-- until they bring him up. Also, remembering things is found to be tricky.]
Saionji is revealed to be the elephant in the living room-- until they bring him up. Also, remembering things is found to be tricky.]
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May. 28th, 2006 09:48 pmtalented-biter.livejournal.comSunny.
In the bar.
With a Box of Makeover Tools.
All of which wash out, but are still Makeover Tools.
She is looking for...victims clients.
In the bar.
With a Box of Makeover Tools.
All of which wash out, but are still Makeover Tools.
She is looking for...
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May. 28th, 2006 10:02 pmsimon_doctor[OOM: Last night. After being badly shaken by Paul Morlock, Simon is comforted by his wife.]
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May. 28th, 2006 10:35 pmjack_f_twistTen years ain't so kind, out in the dry hot winds and the dried up plains and the low lying houses of Texas, and Jack's smile don't come quite so easy now as it used to. The blue eyes are a little faded, the hat is different, new. He's grown stockier, and the mustache he's taken on gives his face a heavier look. Older.
It takes him a minute to recognize the place he's in, and when he does, something tightens, a little, in his jaw, and something sparks in the blue of his eyes--maybe interest, maybe not.
And then he shrugs a bit, turns to close the door to Childress, and heads on into the bar.
[OOC: Plotlocked, say sorry.]
It takes him a minute to recognize the place he's in, and when he does, something tightens, a little, in his jaw, and something sparks in the blue of his eyes--maybe interest, maybe not.
And then he shrugs a bit, turns to close the door to Childress, and heads on into the bar.
[OOC: Plotlocked, say sorry.]
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May. 28th, 2006 10:36 pmbev-marsh.livejournal.comBev's been around.
Really.
It's just her mun's internet that hasn't.
So: Redheaded teenager, couch, milkshake. Have at.
Really.
It's just her mun's internet that hasn't.
So: Redheaded teenager, couch, milkshake. Have at.
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May. 28th, 2006 10:45 pmshelley_winters[OOM: In Ishamael's house in the Second Age, a conversation between he and Shelley goes... poorly.]
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May. 28th, 2006 11:06 pmcreator_ravenRaven is in the bar again today, perhaps unsurprisingly.
Bare feet are sticking out over the side of an armchair, and a tousled dark head hangs over the opposite arm.
There are no cookies in evidence, but there is a book resting open on his chest.
Only the cover is visible.
It might have something to do with time.
And Stephen Hawking.
Bare feet are sticking out over the side of an armchair, and a tousled dark head hangs over the opposite arm.
There are no cookies in evidence, but there is a book resting open on his chest.
Only the cover is visible.
It might have something to do with time.
And Stephen Hawking.
