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[shufti]

Shufti and Jack are by the trilobite tank.

Jack is chewing on a teething ring. Shufti is curled up on the sofa, just watching him for now.

Now and again he giggles and tries to put the ring in his mummy's mouth too.

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Despite Bound, time is still ticking in Holby 3083, and what's more, is running out. Desperate measures are called for.]

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

There are Things Going On, but there are always things going on for someone. Every day is a day of great import, although not necessarily for you, so why waste the sun when it's so determined to shine and nothing new has turned up?

Aziraphael's spent the day running various errands that ought to be run, Sorting Out various things that Needed Sorting, and once that was done (thoroughly but, significantly, quickly) spent the remainder of the sunlight on a bench in St James' Park with a book.

There's no sunlight left but plenty of book - it's always so helpful to carry a spare, and the pockets in tweed are capacious - so he settles himself in a corner with a cup of tea and a Stoppard play, giggling faintly to himself every now and again as he flips through the pages.

If you're wanting him for conversation, of course, it's really quite alright. He's read it before.



[OOM For The Record: This is going to be Aziraphael's last entrance post in... an indetermined amount of time, but somewhere in the region of two to three months if all goes according to plan. Hopefully won't be longer. There will be no slowtimes resulting from this post since I'm afraid I simply haven't time; that said, tags are welcomed and very very much appreciated.]

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[aj_crawley]

Crowley, it should be pointed out to the casual observer, has not actually lost any weight. Not that his weight ever really changes, on the whole - it's sometimes a necessity when assuming a different appearance, of course, but in all his millennia on Earth, it's never been something he's been otherwise concerned with. But irritatingly well-defined cheekbones tend to backfire, and rather unflatteringly so, when combined with the drawn skin and slightly hollow eyes begat by tiredness.

(It is, after all, a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad Middle East.)

That said, he doesn't look cross, or cranky, or crotchety, or any of the other adjectives one would usually expect to apply to a tired Crowley. He looks, in fact, quite reasonably cheerful, from which it can be deduced that

a) it is the weekend, and

b) it is finally approaching warm enough to satisfy Crowley's admittedly exacting standards.

You all might want to mark this on your calendars.

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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

Mina On A Mission.

She's peeking into the kitchen for the first time and is uncharacteristically looking a little anxious.

"Gil?" she calls out.

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[withamagicword]

He sits in a booth and thinks. He need to find a few people to get things going for the Masque, and he still has to talk to a few of his friends. Hot chocolate steams in his cup as he holds it and concentrates on it,letting it help clear his mind. There was a lot to do, and not a lot of time to do it in. He nods and turns to his laptop, and begins to type.

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[oldromansaint.livejournal.com]

Santino moved into the bar from the Italian outside, hair at it's full length, dressed in his usual. This time, with a jacket. Black leather, fur-lined. Thin, yet sturdy, his favourite kind.

He sat in an open booth, awaiting company.

[OOC: Mun has to run for an hour or two and begs slowtime 'till then. Sorry! Back!]

Molly Unbound

[mollyprewett.livejournal.com]

[Two days after: this.]

Molly and Cain come down the stairs and into the bar slowly. Molly is holding his hand tightly as they stop in front of the door.

She is dressed in her Hogwarts uniform, with her schoolbag over her shoulder. She looks a lot like she did on the first day she’d become bound.

To the casual observer, it might look like her hands are bare of the two rings she normally wears, but they’d be wrong. They are simply hidden from anyone’s sight but hers by a glamour—she couldn’t leave them behind. Her hair has been recently cut, and her nails painted Gryffindor red.

Molly and Cain simply stand holding each other for a long moment, having said all they needed to privately, for the most part. A tender kiss, and Molly squares her shoulders, and puts a hand on the door handle.

“I love you. I’ll see you tonight.” I hope.

They both know that it will be a week or more for her, but neither of them points that out.

Cain steps forward and gives her one last kiss, then steps back. Molly returns his reassuring smile, then opens the door, and goes back to school.

Once she is gone, Cain stand staring at the closed door for a few moments more, then turns and heads back to their rooms, missing her already.

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[scion-of-amber.livejournal.com]

[OOM: and sometimes, even Amberites can outgrow worlds]

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[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

"Luke, just wear what you usually wear!" a voice calls out as the door opens. In steps Mara Jade Skywalker, putting on earrings and trying to fasten shoes all at the same time. She turns to reply to the answering call ("but you hate it when I wear black!" said in a whine, of course), but stops as she shuts the door.

Huh. Milliways. Well, it can't hurt to snag a drink before going to dinner with the Solo's. Really, it really can't hurt.


[ooc: mun has to leave in one hour. so, tag and slowtime love yes. :D]

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

There was a little old grandmother over by the Observation Window, with a spring green duck sitting on her shoulder making her look rather like a bizarre pirate.

She was spinning, using a drop-spindle deftly enough, the yarn she was making was varigated shades of red and orange and brown. Likely it had been a sheep she'd made, or perhaps an angora rabbit, difficult to tell.

Both grandmother and Duck were watching the show outside, but go ahead and talk to them, never know what she'll pull out of that basket to share.

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[misterparker.livejournal.com]

Parker appears to be playing solitaire. From the way that the right card keeps appearing in the stock, he may be cheating.

He's playing solitaire. Of course he wants to be distracted.

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[smart-sam.livejournal.com]

Sam's in the bar again. There is a laptop and papers scattered in front of her.
She's takes turns typing and scribbling notes. Every once in awhile she looks up but apparently not seeing who she's looking for she goes back to her laptop.

Suffice to say she's no longer humming. But at least this is the Sam we're used to.

[OOC: This is so not plot locked, but if Sheppard would tag whenever possible that that would be wonderful.]

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[lvpd_sidle]

A shower and change of clothing had brought Sara down from her pink-goo induced happy state.

She's in the bar now, waiting for the Lab-Inna-Box[TM] to finish processing the swab Mark had taken for her.

She's also blanked on the fact that Mark taped the entire escapade.

Feel free to bother.

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[the_antiangst]

Angel's outside, sitting under a tree, working on a sewing project.
Well, occasionally working and occasionally just enjoying the nice warm weather, at any rate. It's a pretty even balance.
At any rate, someone's in a pretty good mood.

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[alwaysroomforhope]

[OOM: More Fun In The Infirmary. You can never have too much. Er.

Mel and Steph are cheerful while the narration snarks about ninjas, and then they get serious about rules and right. Hank does a routine check, and decides things are going well. Knox is investigating Blodwen and busts Steph's Secret Identity in the process, although it isn't that much of a problem. Of more import to Steph is the fact that he seems to think Blodwen responsible for the whole thing. Mace Windu drops by; she tries to reassure him that Security really does know what they're doing, but just ends up emoing herself. Lilly visits! Still in slowtime. There's gossip. Sansa Stark comes in to see Zuko, and is disturbed and upset to find Steph curled up in his bed, but Steph's oblivious as usual. Mordred visits too, for reasons unknown, and tells Steph about various goings-on.

And then, and then. Katara comes to visit, and points out that she can heal with Waterbending. Steph goes :D! and demands that she heal Zuko. This ... wasn't a great idea: Zuko is Not Impressed. Neither Mel nor Hank are particularly impressed either. Katara and Steph are In Trouble.

But Zuko and Steph are both out of the Infirmary and on their feet now! An OOM remains in which Steph goes to see if he'll forgive her or not, but that's still in progress and will be posted later.]

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[fighting_mad]

[Sort of OOM: Millitimed to this morning, Jaina and Plourr talk down by the lake.]

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[morbid-midweek.livejournal.com]

Wednesday has settled herself in a comfy chair this evening, with a book as usual (this time, it's Evil: Inside Human Cruelty and Violence) and a glass of lemonade.

On the floor beside her is a medium sized cauldron, filled with little baggies of... stuff. It may be best not to ask.

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[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

Mal's out by the lake in the gathering dusk, practicing. She's in breeches and a loose tunic, and nothing but the sound of soft footfalls disturb the silence. She's not even breathing as she wields a knife, shining and silver, a complex series of patterns that are designed to incapacitate the enemy - fast.

She's good. It would be better not to sneak up.

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[awesome_lilly]

It's been an eventful week. Trips, babies, weddings, all kinds of crazy stuff going on. Tonight's pretty quiet so far, though, and Lilly's relaxing in a booth with an order of fried paradoxes and a Coke.

There are probably too many paradoxes for one person to eat.

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[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco was in a foul mood once last night's good mood slime incident wore off. It didn't help that the Bar gave him more beads, and another tie-dye shirt with his dinner, this one with the peace symbol as part of it. He growled a little, and waved his wand.
The beads became a button that said, 'Save a plant, eat a hippie.'
The shirt was no longer tie-dye but now it said, Slytherin Sex God.' on it instead.

Well, that's a bit better. He found a table to settle in at.

He then spied a familiar face, and his mood improved considerably.

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[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

It's been a while since he's been downstairs, between certain things.

He might be looking for someone and he might not be, but he is sitting with a cigarette and thinking.

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[necessary_child]

Sam's curled up in an armchair by the fire, silver sword gleaming where it's propped up on the floor at his feet. He's reading a book titled 'Important Feywalkers of the Eighteenth and Nineteenth Century'- where 'reading' means 'flipping through idly'.

You're unlikely to be able to tell what the title is, though, as it's written in Elysian.

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[spark-girl.livejournal.com]

Agatha is in the bar again tonight, books and notes and various items scattered around the table. She's currently having dinner; a nice soup that unfortunately has the occasional tentacle. Bar has an odd sense of humor.

Her clanks are running around the floor nearby, to the casual glance just playing some sort of game of tag. The med-clank and library clank are among them.

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[silvia-broome.livejournal.com]

Let’s say it’s the afternoon, and Silvia’s gone out for a swim. Having done that, Silvia is seated underneath a tree. What is she doing under the tree? Guess.

C’mon. Guess.






Reading a book. Yup.

She’s got on a bikini and a blue lace tunic over it.

[ ooc: and sadly, fellas, this is locked to Señor Bauer. ]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is sitting in a booth by the infirmary, eating scones.

If you come talk to him, you can have one.

The doctor is in
Please come talk to me or I have to do more biochemistry revision. Seriously, I'm slowly going mad here :(

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[scapepig]

Snowball has generally noticed the bar is a little quieter at this time of day at weekends. So he picks this moment to try venturing downstairs in human form.

The stairs themselves prove something of a challenge, but he manages up to the last three before he falls down them. He then crawls over to the bar so that he can pull himself up to standing, and continues in an awkward, apelike walk, to the nearest barstool.

Somehow he manages to get on it, and orders a pint, which he holds between his palms and proceeds to lap at like a dog.

And he's wearing only a grass skirt, but that is at least an improvement over last time.

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

A day spent out by the lake has given him a sunburn across his nose, but aside from being slightly brighter pink than usual, Jack looks tired but happy.

At the moment, he's curled up with a glass of water and a book of poems.

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[shufti]

Shufti and Jack are outside in the warm sun, sitting on a bench near some flowers. Jack is wearing a tiny little sun hat. Shufti is feeding Jack from a bottle.

Come join them.

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[mnt_raph]

*Normally Raph doesn't pick up Saturday night shifts, but considering that he has no where else to go now that his rooftop abode has gone all blue-screeny, he's here.

He's here, and he doesn't look all that happy about it.
If you're a kangaroo in boxing gloves, beware.
Actually, even if you aren't it's probably best to tread carefully.*

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[dragonvolunteer.livejournal.com]

Cimorene's back in the bar with The Aeneid and a fizzy glass of cider. She's rather engrossed in the translation, jotting down notes here and there as she comes across passages she particularly likes. It occurs to her briefly that heroes back home don't seem nearly as resourceful, and seem to do a great deal less thinking than these ancient fellows did, but that thought vanishes, because now people in the story are being attacked by serpents!

Is it wrong that she kind of wants the serpents to win, just a little?

New Arrival

[cmdr-kolya.livejournal.com]

A newcomer walks into Milliways, feeling just a little surprised to have found his way in here, but showing none of it in his expression. Deciding that blending in is the best option, he heads up to the bar, orders something non-alcoholic without really thinking about it, and turns, scanning the faces of the people dotted around the room.

A very strange place indeed. But intriguing, nonetheless. And Acastus Kolya does love to be intrigued.

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[OOC: Hello, everyone! I've had Kolya signed up for Milliways for a little while now, but due to academic commitments I never got around to introducing him! Shocking, I know. But I'm happily free now, so here goes...]

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[asphodelusalbus.livejournal.com]

The fire's high tonight, and the armchairs around it are nice and toasty warm. Lily generally feels this is a good thing; she's sitting in one with a novel and a mug of tea, looking relaxed and cheerful.

It reminds her of the Gryffindor common room, actually. It's pleasing.

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[audieraines.livejournal.com]

Audrey's still reading Jane Austen, but she's also picked up a book on Sudoko. Apparently Bar thought she needed something to occupy her mind.

She's currently sitting at a table and looking over a puzzle.

She won't mind being interrupted.

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

There's not much time left before heading back to Scotland. Wells is spending these last few days of relative peace as profitably as he can. That's mostly meant preparation for the mission, but when you begin second- and third-guessing yourself, it's time to give off on that and do something else- like running.

Those who need him for some reason would do well to look behind the Bar, out by where he normally practises football. He's marked out the best four hundred meter oval he can, and he knows it well by now. Got a stopwatch in one hand, too. He's going to see if he can't hit that four minute mile before going home. After all, he might not get another chance.

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[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

Creedy is probably out back somewhere, if Quinn knows him at all, but right now you couldn't pay him to walk outside. Something'll happen- someone'll come up to him, or he'll hear a voice and turn to look, or something- and he'll find himself in his own world again. And while he's got to do that soon, now is not the time. There's too many people he has to get together first...

Dammit. He doesn't belong here. But it's not time to leave yet.

Dinner first at the very least.

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[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

Some time after he 'speaks' with Maladicta and Nicholas, Lawrence goes for a swim.

It's a long swim and he removes all his clothes to dive into the chilled lake - he remains until his body is shaking with trembles and he's cold as hell.

Then he stretches out on the beach atop his robes, wet hair plastered around his face, gaze fixed up at something or other in the sky.

He doesn't look like he wants to be disturbed, but there are exceptions. Are you one of them?