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skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com[OOM: And the Joker is released from the cells.]
Jun. 10th, 2006
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ten_of_swords[OOM: Ruin, Night 12, Summarized (because the muns are just too... tired): Warnings for explicit sexual comments and violence. Also, a small OOC note is included at the bottom of the summary.]
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Jun. 10th, 2006 01:23 amcapt_angieAngelina enters the bar, wearing a white tank top, blue denim shorts and a pair of white running shoes.
She makes her way to the bar and takes a seat, and orders a glass of orange juice and some paradoxes because it's been entirely too long since she had them.
She also gets a piece of parchment and a quill and ink from Bar and starts writing things down. While she writes, she starts humming a song that wizardly types would recognise as "You Charmed The Heart Right Out Of Me" by Celestina Warbeck. If you call her on it however, she will deny it.
She makes her way to the bar and takes a seat, and orders a glass of orange juice and some paradoxes because it's been entirely too long since she had them.
She also gets a piece of parchment and a quill and ink from Bar and starts writing things down. While she writes, she starts humming a song that wizardly types would recognise as "You Charmed The Heart Right Out Of Me" by Celestina Warbeck. If you call her on it however, she will deny it.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 06:58 amgoodbyesandusky.livejournal.comClive was up, he'd been working on the rest of the costumes all night and was almost finished. For the moment however, he was working his way through a heap of waffles that Bar had given him when he'd come down for more supplies.
He took it as a hint and had taken the plate off to a table. Go ahead and talk to him, provided you don't mind talking to someone who's got their mouth full.
He took it as a hint and had taken the plate off to a table. Go ahead and talk to him, provided you don't mind talking to someone who's got their mouth full.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 09:04 amnot-de-la-vega.livejournal.comThe be-masked hero was back, and once again out by the lake practicing with the blades. He only had one of the pair at the moment and was apparently working more on acrobatics than actual fighting.
Though, really, upon closer inspection, even the acrobatics were defensive, even dangerous.
Just make sure not to startle him and you'll be fine.
(at work, same goes for Clive below, typing project, may be able to get posts in depending on how closely I'm being watched)
Though, really, upon closer inspection, even the acrobatics were defensive, even dangerous.
Just make sure not to startle him and you'll be fine.
(at work, same goes for Clive below, typing project, may be able to get posts in depending on how closely I'm being watched)
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Jun. 10th, 2006 09:30 amms-w-harker.livejournal.comMina glides down from her room, humming slightly. She's carrying Jack in her arms. She's decided he needs more exercise, or at least a change of scenery.
Jack is regarding this concept with feline indifference. Napping here, napping there, it doesn't matter much to him either way.
Jack is regarding this concept with feline indifference. Napping here, napping there, it doesn't matter much to him either way.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 10:20 amoldromansaint.livejournal.comSantino moved into the bar with the usual dancer's (hunter's) steps and settled himself into a table. A rather open table, with several empty chairs for company.
Hair uncut tonight- back to it's full length and majesty- black curls rolling down to nearly sweep his shoulders, the crowning glory his beauty. Jacketless tonight, merely in a white, collared shirt with the top two buttons undone and his usual dark suede pants. Black, well-polished and expensive-looking shoes.
The usual fare.
Hair uncut tonight- back to it's full length and majesty- black curls rolling down to nearly sweep his shoulders, the crowning glory his beauty. Jacketless tonight, merely in a white, collared shirt with the top two buttons undone and his usual dark suede pants. Black, well-polished and expensive-looking shoes.
The usual fare.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 11:57 ammommywitch.livejournal.comPiper's sitting in a booth. The leftovers of her lunch are siting beside her.
But she's staring off into space and occassionally sipping her tea.
But she's staring off into space and occassionally sipping her tea.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 12:27 pmmortisbelle.livejournal.comYoung woman.
Couch by the fireplace.
Not adverse to company.
Couch by the fireplace.
Not adverse to company.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 01:16 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_estsanatlehi_/Somebody's little old grandmother was over by the fireplace, idly petting the duck in her lap.
The duck, it should be mentioned, was green.
How could you tell she was someone's little old grandmother? Well, the little and the old parts were fairly obvious, and just to look at her she's fairly well got 'grandmother' written across her forehead, grandmothers just have that look about them, and she had that look in spades.
She seemed to be babysitting a blanket on the hearth, maybe you should ask what's under it?
The duck, it should be mentioned, was green.
How could you tell she was someone's little old grandmother? Well, the little and the old parts were fairly obvious, and just to look at her she's fairly well got 'grandmother' written across her forehead, grandmothers just have that look about them, and she had that look in spades.
She seemed to be babysitting a blanket on the hearth, maybe you should ask what's under it?
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Jun. 10th, 2006 01:51 pmbothbutneither.livejournal.comBeing a sax player without a gig is like being a writer without paper and pen, or being dead without being at rest. He can feel the pull of things, though, in the dark of night when there's no one there and sleep eludes him. Finality sounds a lot like Julia: soft and sad and seductive, and he knows the feeling of time running short or of plans that may or may not ever come to fruition.
But now, by the light of day, he figures it's beyond time to make an appearance. Food, drink: a dead body doesn't need those things, but they're just as comforting as they ever were. He enjoys them sparingly, because his money is almost used up and once that happens he thinks it will be time to leave. Titan Opal: a currency of dreams.
Some dreams are very good ones, though, and Gren smiles at nothing at all, or at all of it, as he takes a seat at a table with a small plate of food and a cup of tea. It's a good day to soak in the feeling of almost alive, but not really dead. After all, he's both at once and yet he's neither one, and that seems to be the story of his existence.
But now, by the light of day, he figures it's beyond time to make an appearance. Food, drink: a dead body doesn't need those things, but they're just as comforting as they ever were. He enjoys them sparingly, because his money is almost used up and once that happens he thinks it will be time to leave. Titan Opal: a currency of dreams.
Some dreams are very good ones, though, and Gren smiles at nothing at all, or at all of it, as he takes a seat at a table with a small plate of food and a cup of tea. It's a good day to soak in the feeling of almost alive, but not really dead. After all, he's both at once and yet he's neither one, and that seems to be the story of his existence.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 02:00 pmmnt_mikeMike is half-asleep...but lacking in frog pajamas. Which isn't to say that he's not wearing clothing, because he is...it's just the same clothing he's been wearing the last few days. Keeping vigil in the infirmary sort of lends itself to such behavior.
He'd still be keeping vigil, but Mel has urged him to get something to eat and perhaps scavenge some coffee.
Most epic quests begin with but a single step, Mike's started with a sleepy stagger.
But at least there are pancakes.
He'd still be keeping vigil, but Mel has urged him to get something to eat and perhaps scavenge some coffee.
Most epic quests begin with but a single step, Mike's started with a sleepy stagger.
But at least there are pancakes.
Out of Milliways: Indy and Mike's suite
Jun. 10th, 2006 02:23 pmhenry-jones-jr.livejournal.com[OOM. Some time after Mike has eaten, he sends Mel up to get some rest. When she wakes, a new project presents itself, in the form of a bored explorer. Plans for a day of fun are made and embarked upon.
But all is not as it seems?
To be continued...]
But all is not as it seems?
To be continued...]
henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com[OOM. Indy, Mel, and their wards arrive at a floor that is definitely not the garage. Unfortunate events transpire that deny the party a quick return, and a monster of an adventure unfolds as they try and get back. It makes Mel and Indy's recent grab look like a walk in the park.
Rated PG-13 for violence, incredible action sequences and a solitary expletive.]
Rated PG-13 for violence, incredible action sequences and a solitary expletive.]
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Jun. 10th, 2006 03:43 pmnot-one-drop.livejournal.comIs she in a good mood? It's hard to say. She's been in and out of the bar, pacing, bored, twitchy. On edge. Very carefully not watching a door.
But right now she's outside, back to a tree, and is chain-smoking, watching the lake, expressionless. Orion seems to have picked up on her mood, and is curled by her feet, silent.
Eventually, she lights another cigarette, and shuts her eyes.
But right now she's outside, back to a tree, and is chain-smoking, watching the lake, expressionless. Orion seems to have picked up on her mood, and is curled by her feet, silent.
Eventually, she lights another cigarette, and shuts her eyes.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 03:55 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/Jack slides into the bar, and when he arrives his letter and song from Styx appear.
He reads it with an icy smile, and then folds the note and puts it into his pocket before asking the bar for a paper and pen and sitting down, set to compose a reply.
Very soon he's just daydreaming, not even pretending to write.
He reads it with an icy smile, and then folds the note and puts it into his pocket before asking the bar for a paper and pen and sitting down, set to compose a reply.
Very soon he's just daydreaming, not even pretending to write.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 04:16 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/(ooc: From here)
Lady Death floats out of the bar to the lake. She sees Truman and says "Now, don't look back, you can never look back, just keep on walkin'."
Once there, she lands on the ground and turns to face the bar, expecting Piper.
Lady Death floats out of the bar to the lake. She sees Truman and says "Now, don't look back, you can never look back, just keep on walkin'."
Once there, she lands on the ground and turns to face the bar, expecting Piper.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 05:03 pmalways-a-liar.livejournal.comOut of Milliways:
Ishamael and Shelley have a peaceful discussion in the garden. Surely, the readers are at least leery of trusting the narration by this point. Afterwards, Ishamael and Abdiel spend some quality time together. And then Ishamael and Shelley speak again before deciding to get some breakfast.
[OOC: Warnings for violence, blood, and whitetext apply.]
Ishamael and Shelley have a peaceful discussion in the garden. Surely, the readers are at least leery of trusting the narration by this point. Afterwards, Ishamael and Abdiel spend some quality time together. And then Ishamael and Shelley speak again before deciding to get some breakfast.
[OOC: Warnings for violence, blood, and whitetext apply.]
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Jun. 10th, 2006 05:19 pmbohemian-mark.livejournal.comMark hasn't left the bar since he came in hungover a couple days ago. He's rather giving himself a break. Or he's just being a lazy bum. He does that sometimes.
To riding your bike midday past the three-piece-suits
At the moment, however, he's sitting at a table, leaning back in the chair, feet on the table, with a mug of tea and large plate of fries with ketchup, reading a book. He'd be more than happy to share the fries or tea, but the book's rather personal.
To riding your bike midday past the three-piece-suits
At the moment, however, he's sitting at a table, leaning back in the chair, feet on the table, with a mug of tea and large plate of fries with ketchup, reading a book. He'd be more than happy to share the fries or tea, but the book's rather personal.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 05:34 pmmisterparker.livejournal.comParker's downstairs, bare feet flat on the floor, flip flops tucked under his chair.
His hair is still damp from a shower earlier, and his skin seems a little darker than usual. It's summer in the desert and he's been spending too much time in the sun.
Company is interesting to him right now.
His hair is still damp from a shower earlier, and his skin seems a little darker than usual. It's summer in the desert and he's been spending too much time in the sun.
Company is interesting to him right now.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 05:53 pmfighting_mad[OOM: Immediately following this, back on Eiattu, Plourr has a quiet moment before she does what she has to do. There is an unwelcome surprise along the way. It's one that she really should have remembered.]
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Jun. 10th, 2006 05:58 pmcalled_lionessTea began as a medicine and grew into a beverage. In China, in the eighth century, it entered the realm of poetry as one of the polite amusements. The fifteenth century saw Japan ennoble it into a religion of aestheticism--Teaism. Teaism is a cult founded on the adoration of the beautiful among the sordid facts of everyday existence. It inculcates purity and harmony, the mystery of mutual charity, the romanticism of the social order. It is essentially a worship of the Imperfect, as it is a tender attempt to accomplish something possible in this impossible thing we know as life.
That is from The Book of Tea, and if Lucy had ever read it, she would agree.
As she hasn't, she pours herself a cup without any real thought, and cradles it in both hands as she sits on a couch with two small dragons curled up and dozing in her lap.
That is from The Book of Tea, and if Lucy had ever read it, she would agree.
As she hasn't, she pours herself a cup without any real thought, and cradles it in both hands as she sits on a couch with two small dragons curled up and dozing in her lap.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 05:59 pmunderdarkangel.livejournal.comThere is a Drow in the bar.
Sitting in a corner.
A quiet observer.
Sipping ale.
Won't say no to company.
Sitting in a corner.
A quiet observer.
Sipping ale.
Won't say no to company.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 06:18 pmtreadingturds.livejournal.comJocasta is in the bar, at the piano, playing a gentle soothing piece, a love song from a recent Plinge Opera.
The idea, mostly, is to keep her mind off the friend in the infirmary, but also practice and to add to the atmosphere.
She plays well, but is unforgiving when she makes a mistake, heading back to the beginning of a movement and starting again. There aren't many mistakes, though.
The idea, mostly, is to keep her mind off the friend in the infirmary, but also practice and to add to the atmosphere.
She plays well, but is unforgiving when she makes a mistake, heading back to the beginning of a movement and starting again. There aren't many mistakes, though.
Out of Milliways: The Infirmary
Jun. 10th, 2006 06:22 pmhenry-jones-jr.livejournal.com[OOM. Indy and Mel get patched up by Hank after their prehistoric adventure. The good doctor then obliges a shameless prescription request from Indy.]
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Jun. 10th, 2006 07:00 pmexplorertruman.livejournal.comA few days ago in the bar: Truman meets Blodwen, and the naive nice guy's helpful. Likely *too* helpful.
Anybody stopping out back near the lake, would likely be greeted with a bizarre sight. Namely Truman doing some really odd movements. It seemed to be exercises, or at times, a strange bird's mating dance. Feel free to gawk.
Anybody stopping out back near the lake, would likely be greeted with a bizarre sight. Namely Truman doing some really odd movements. It seemed to be exercises, or at times, a strange bird's mating dance. Feel free to gawk.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 07:07 pmfighting_madPlourr is on her way to the royal hanger when the door to Milliways takes her by surprise. It's here, though, so why not take advantage of it? Thus, there is a tall woman sitting in a booth with a mug of Sullustan ale, her high brown boots propped up on the opposite booth seat (it's an improvement - at least her feet aren't on the table tonight). She's wearing a long-sleeved, knee-length white dress over purple trousers, with a wide sash of the same royal color wrapped tight around her waist and an equally purple short cape pinned at one broad shoulder by a red brooch. The fact that she is wearing a dress and all this fanciness is strange enough for Plourr, but she also has hair.
Okay, it is bristly auburn stubble, but it's still more hair than she's had in twelve years.
She sits, quiet for once, watching the people around her.
Okay, it is bristly auburn stubble, but it's still more hair than she's had in twelve years.
She sits, quiet for once, watching the people around her.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 07:41 pmawesome_lilly[OOM: Millitimed to last night, Lilly spends another night in the dreaming, this time with her brother. It's a touching reunion but one with a darker purpose than just letting the Kane siblings catch up. Spoilers for Veronica Mars season finale.]
re-entrance post
Jun. 10th, 2006 07:45 pmwalker-cain.livejournal.comFrom here: The Door opens, revealing a rainstorm, and out of it stumble two drenched but laughing figures. They Skid to the floor and lay laughing and kissing each other for a long moment before, suddenly, one of them looks up.
His eyes widen.
"Molly... we're back. We're back at Milliways!"
The woman looks up and a soft smile crosses her face.
"We made it."
Then the two grin and go back to kissing.
Cain and Molly have returned to Milliways, wet, tired, and happy.
His eyes widen.
"Molly... we're back. We're back at Milliways!"
The woman looks up and a soft smile crosses her face.
"We made it."
Then the two grin and go back to kissing.
Cain and Molly have returned to Milliways, wet, tired, and happy.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 07:52 pmjust-a-soldier.livejournal.comThis was ridiculous. She had tried distracting herself; reading, writing, planning, even a run earlier. Nothing seemed to help. Even now, with a Raslak held loosely between her fingers, Aeryn's eyes always flicked back to the door. She shouldn't be waiting, it was irritating to know that he had that much hold over her. Troubling, when she knew the hurt it would cause.
Moping wasn't a word she would have used to describe herself, so what was this? Aeryn sighed and resumed attempting to read the book in front of her. Her eyes itched.
[OOC: Still on request only. So plotlocked, but dun worry, won't be for much longer.]
Moping wasn't a word she would have used to describe herself, so what was this? Aeryn sighed and resumed attempting to read the book in front of her. Her eyes itched.
[OOC: Still on request only. So plotlocked, but dun worry, won't be for much longer.]
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Jun. 10th, 2006 08:03 pmpointed-spoon.livejournal.comHe's not entirely sure why, but Dworkin is certain tonight that his hands are covered in blood. It's the reason he keeps dropping his quill and wiping his palms on his nightshirt as he writes.
There is, of course, nothing more than sweat and ink on them, but don't tell him that. He'll call you crazy.
There is, of course, nothing more than sweat and ink on them, but don't tell him that. He'll call you crazy.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 08:11 pmballetrat*Meg's seated comfortably in a booth, reading.
- well, 'seated' in the sense that her legs are extended over the back of the booth and her back propped against the table; she's just been dancing, and if she can stretch and read at the same time, she sees no reason not to kill two birds with one stone.*
- well, 'seated' in the sense that her legs are extended over the back of the booth and her back propped against the table; she's just been dancing, and if she can stretch and read at the same time, she sees no reason not to kill two birds with one stone.*
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Jun. 10th, 2006 08:37 pmseker-pride.livejournal.comThere's a hare.
In the bar.
Sleeping.
By the fire.
Occasionally its legs will kick as it dreams, but otherwise it continues to sleep on.
That is, unless someone wakes it up that is...
In the bar.
Sleeping.
By the fire.
Occasionally its legs will kick as it dreams, but otherwise it continues to sleep on.
That is, unless someone wakes it up that is...
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Jun. 10th, 2006 08:44 pmnot_that_spikeHome is home is home. For a long time, Spike didn't really have a home: it was either wherever the Syndicate told him to go, or wherever he happened to bed down for the night. Sometimes it was the Bebop, sometimes not. And even when it was the Bebop, that was always moving. Sure, he's from Mars, but he's also a little bit from everywhere he's ever been.
Isn't everyone?
The year and three-quarters he's spent at this place is about the longest he's been anywhere. Even if you don't take all those trips out to Mars and Venus and other asteroids and moons -- and the Bebop itself -- into account, it's still about the longest he's parked his ass anywhere since he can remember. He guesses this is it: it's where he's going to be, and that's okay. Hell, all he wants is to be with Beth. There's no bounties here to chase, no Syndicate guys to get away from, no one gunning for him, no one trying to prove they're better than him, no one muscling in on his territory. Sure, there might be a few people who could stand to have their asses kicked, but he's not on security. He doesn't have to do that, and that's fine by him.
Kicking back at the usual table, he taps out a smoke and lights it, lost in thought. Mostly, it's thoughts about Beth and the places they've been and about how fucking improbable it all is but at the same time, how fucking nice it is. He kind of loves her in this way he didn't know he had inside himself.
Not that he'll go admit that to just anyone. He's realistic: when push comes to shove, people take their first and last breaths all alone, without help from anyone. That doesn't mean the time in between those breaths can't be sweet as hell, though.
Isn't everyone?
The year and three-quarters he's spent at this place is about the longest he's been anywhere. Even if you don't take all those trips out to Mars and Venus and other asteroids and moons -- and the Bebop itself -- into account, it's still about the longest he's parked his ass anywhere since he can remember. He guesses this is it: it's where he's going to be, and that's okay. Hell, all he wants is to be with Beth. There's no bounties here to chase, no Syndicate guys to get away from, no one gunning for him, no one trying to prove they're better than him, no one muscling in on his territory. Sure, there might be a few people who could stand to have their asses kicked, but he's not on security. He doesn't have to do that, and that's fine by him.
Kicking back at the usual table, he taps out a smoke and lights it, lost in thought. Mostly, it's thoughts about Beth and the places they've been and about how fucking improbable it all is but at the same time, how fucking nice it is. He kind of loves her in this way he didn't know he had inside himself.
Not that he'll go admit that to just anyone. He's realistic: when push comes to shove, people take their first and last breaths all alone, without help from anyone. That doesn't mean the time in between those breaths can't be sweet as hell, though.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 08:49 pmvaapadmaster.livejournal.comMace Windu, at the bar, having tea, people-watching.
Bother at will.
Bother at will.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 08:52 pmlvpd_sidleSara is hangover-free this evening.
Normally she would also be file-free, however she's finishing paperwork for two other people.
She wouldn't say no to interruption.
Normally she would also be file-free, however she's finishing paperwork for two other people.
She wouldn't say no to interruption.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 08:57 pmcywyllogCywyllog is in the bar this evening. There's no tea or wine, just her, wandering around the main area, humming to herself and absently braiding a lock of hair.
She's contemplating going outside later, as she hasn't been out to the lake very often - if at all - since the weather improved.
She's contemplating going outside later, as she hasn't been out to the lake very often - if at all - since the weather improved.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 08:58 pmnecessary_childSam inna bar. He's got his dinner, but is currently ignoring it in favour of another very complicated game of cats-cradle with magic.
He certainly isn't preoccupied, and certainly isn't worried about a certain friend of his, or more accurately what said friend's reactions will be to an unfortunate incident the other day.
Someone really ought to tell him his food's getting cold.
He certainly isn't preoccupied, and certainly isn't worried about a certain friend of his, or more accurately what said friend's reactions will be to an unfortunate incident the other day.
Someone really ought to tell him his food's getting cold.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 09:18 pmofthisnonsense.livejournal.comMorwen comes in the front door, meaning to see if Telemain's still around somewhere. (And whether his spirit of scientific investigation's had the better of him yet, but don't tell him. He probably knows anyway.)
But first, cider.
But first, cider.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 09:31 pmmilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comA little before sundown, Wells reluctantly makes his way down the stairs. It's an effort of willpower not to bolt for the door- the room is too small, the people too many, the smells too chaotic- but he manages. Instead, he makes his way over to the Bar and looks around for the Barman before asking in a raised voice:
"Are there any Security people about at the moment? I need a favour..."
"Are there any Security people about at the moment? I need a favour..."
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Jun. 10th, 2006 09:33 pmtragic_maskMelpomene comes down the stairs, almost cautiously. She doesn't believe in magic. But Melpomene is too cynical not to pay attention to the things she hears, and so she's rather reluctant to approach anyone with even a slight glint in their eyes.
This is why, several minutes after the last step, Melpomene can be found in front of the fire, humming almost indistinctly and gripping a cup of coffee tightly. She stares into the flames like there's a code there, something she urgently needs to read. But she's not finding it.
This is why, several minutes after the last step, Melpomene can be found in front of the fire, humming almost indistinctly and gripping a cup of coffee tightly. She stares into the flames like there's a code there, something she urgently needs to read. But she's not finding it.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 09:34 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy is in a booth near the trilobite tank, with a large black cat at his feet.
He is looking in particular for someone who he thinks might be able to explain why he is now only dreaming of passive things like sheep and ants. It's not that he minds the nightmares being gone, he'd just rather like to know what happened to his brain.
Scampi on the other hand is looking out for a certain rival black cat.
But neither will turn away other company. Come bother them.
He is looking in particular for someone who he thinks might be able to explain why he is now only dreaming of passive things like sheep and ants. It's not that he minds the nightmares being gone, he'd just rather like to know what happened to his brain.
Scampi on the other hand is looking out for a certain rival black cat.
But neither will turn away other company. Come bother them.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 09:40 pmshuftiShufti is outside, with Jack, showing him the pretty flowers. He has a tiny little hat on to keep the sun off his head, and a little T-shirt with a squirrel on the front.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 09:49 pmfaithful-slayer.livejournal.comFaith's settling in to the business of Queenship pretty well, or at least she thinks so.
Hasn't caused any intergalactic incidents. Go her.
She's at the bar tonight, rewarding herself for this with coffee and whiskey.
Later, perhaps, there will be cake.
Hasn't caused any intergalactic incidents. Go her.
She's at the bar tonight, rewarding herself for this with coffee and whiskey.
Later, perhaps, there will be cake.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 09:52 pmnecessary_childNot OOM, but slowtimed to hell and back and now completed:
[The Devil meets the White Rider- or, Sam Linnfer and Blodwen Rowlands have a not-so-quiet chat.]
Many hearts and internets for Blodwen-mun, since this is probably my favourite thread I've co-written.
[The Devil meets the White Rider- or, Sam Linnfer and Blodwen Rowlands have a not-so-quiet chat.]
Many hearts and internets for Blodwen-mun, since this is probably my favourite thread I've co-written.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 10:03 pmthe_antiangstAngel's dressed down, today.
He was drumming outside, earlier, but then it got dark. Full moon or not, when it gets dark out back, it gets a little too chilly for Angel's tastes, even at this point in the year.
So now, he's at one of the tables, with pizza. The pickle tub's on the floor next to his chair.
He was drumming outside, earlier, but then it got dark. Full moon or not, when it gets dark out back, it gets a little too chilly for Angel's tastes, even at this point in the year.
So now, he's at one of the tables, with pizza. The pickle tub's on the floor next to his chair.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 10:04 pmaction-antihero.livejournal.comJack comes in to the bar, right arm snaking behind his back in the kind of move a contortionist would make.
Fucking mosquitoes always have to bite him at the one worst possible spot.
Taking a seat at the bar he sits stiffly, trying to ignore the raging itchiness between his shoulder blades. Luckily, Bar helps in that regard, giving him coffee and a book: Criminal Investigation Detachment. Skimming the back, Jack shrugs. Lead character who's ex-Special Forces, ex-Delta (a "legend", of course, never mind Delta Force's penchant for secrecy); became a civilian cop after the death of his wife, but returned to the Army after September 11th... What the hell. He could use a good read, even if it's probably nothing more than a standard suspense potboiler.
That opinion might have changed after about ten minutes, though, by which time the English Lit major in his heart is itching to get its hands on a red pen.
Distract him from the book, please. Before he starts twitching.
[ooc: And by the way? The book exists. It's next to my comp right now, and I'm fully prepared to quote sections. You've been warned.]
Fucking mosquitoes always have to bite him at the one worst possible spot.
Taking a seat at the bar he sits stiffly, trying to ignore the raging itchiness between his shoulder blades. Luckily, Bar helps in that regard, giving him coffee and a book: Criminal Investigation Detachment. Skimming the back, Jack shrugs. Lead character who's ex-Special Forces, ex-Delta (a "legend", of course, never mind Delta Force's penchant for secrecy); became a civilian cop after the death of his wife, but returned to the Army after September 11th... What the hell. He could use a good read, even if it's probably nothing more than a standard suspense potboiler.
That opinion might have changed after about ten minutes, though, by which time the English Lit major in his heart is itching to get its hands on a red pen.
Distract him from the book, please. Before he starts twitching.
[ooc: And by the way? The book exists. It's next to my comp right now, and I'm fully prepared to quote sections. You've been warned.]
Out of Milliways: Room X
Jun. 10th, 2006 10:14 pmhenry-jones-jr.livejournal.com[OOM. Indy calls on Svava for healing of the rear end variety. In return for the favor, he enlightens her with details of the adventure that led to the injury, and ends up passing on what he knows of prehistoric life on Earth. Millitimed to Saturday night.]
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Jun. 10th, 2006 10:16 pmanotherlifebro.livejournal.comIt's one of those posts.
There's a spoilerific and mildly tipsy Desmond in a booth, sketching something that might be a snowglobe, only that's silly, right?
Another booth has a Hawkeye, with a glass of scotch and a newspaper from home -- it's amazing what Bar'll give you.
At a table by the noticeboard is Wes, copying English words from the various signs and seeing how much he can translate without checking the primer. (Answer: not many. Rose is watching from the next table over, smirking slightly at each mistake. It's great being able to read anything. Yay TARDIS!)
Ben's at the Bar with a chocolate milkshake -- that's not changed after three years, apparently. He's stealing occasional curious glances at an uneasy man nearby, though: Fi's wandered in wearing his off-duty clothes and without his brothers, but he figured he'd have a glass of fruit juice anyway. (And why not, eh?)
There's a spoilerific and mildly tipsy Desmond in a booth, sketching something that might be a snowglobe, only that's silly, right?
Another booth has a Hawkeye, with a glass of scotch and a newspaper from home -- it's amazing what Bar'll give you.
At a table by the noticeboard is Wes, copying English words from the various signs and seeing how much he can translate without checking the primer. (Answer: not many. Rose is watching from the next table over, smirking slightly at each mistake. It's great being able to read anything. Yay TARDIS!)
Ben's at the Bar with a chocolate milkshake -- that's not changed after three years, apparently. He's stealing occasional curious glances at an uneasy man nearby, though: Fi's wandered in wearing his off-duty clothes and without his brothers, but he figured he'd have a glass of fruit juice anyway. (And why not, eh?)
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Jun. 10th, 2006 11:01 pmulfin-kingsman.livejournal.comThe door opens, and Ulfin trudges in.
He looks something of a wreck - thin, exhausted, hungry, and his feet are bleeding from too long on the road.
His young wildcat paces beside him, as he realizes where he is and looks around in pure relief.
He looks something of a wreck - thin, exhausted, hungry, and his feet are bleeding from too long on the road.
His young wildcat paces beside him, as he realizes where he is and looks around in pure relief.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 11:18 pmroyal-guarantor.livejournal.comRoshaun is sitting on a couch near the empty fireplace - it's the middle of summer, no fire - with a cool drink, watching the room.
Come chat.
Come chat.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 11:28 pmkitchen_maidThe door at the back of the broom cupboard seems to be fairly reliable, for which Amy is frightfully grateful. So she's back tonight, having left the crown and most of the jewels at home (though still dressed rather grandly), carrying a letter in one hand and large paper wrapped bundle under her arm.
The letter is left with Bar, for Caspian, since the owls to the House seem to be . . . away?
And then Amy gets tea, and cookies, and settles happily at a table.
It's nice to be back.
The letter is left with Bar, for Caspian, since the owls to the House seem to be . . . away?
And then Amy gets tea, and cookies, and settles happily at a table.
It's nice to be back.
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Jun. 10th, 2006 11:32 pmmandalorianheir.livejournal.comBoba Fett trudges out the door of the Bar into the area behind. Mace Windu is presumptively following him out there following their earlier altercation.
