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clumsy_auror[OOC: The search for Hufflepuff's cup takes Arthur, Kingsley, and Tonks to Little Hangleton. Written with the help of Val. *applauds her!*]
Jun. 21st, 2006
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geeky-agent.livejournal.comDownstairs for a late dinner, Chris is too wrapped up in her own thoughts to pay much attention to anything else.
It's not till she's on her feet, ready to leave, does she catch sight of this. She stands, watching the two for a few moments, every touch and worried glance feeling like a slap across the face.
He's with her.
She's caught between being terrified that Jack will turn, see her and know how desperately she wants him back. And wanting him to.
In the end, pride gets the better of her. Without a look back, she turns and hurries upstairs before he can notice her.
[OOC: No replies please.]
It's not till she's on her feet, ready to leave, does she catch sight of this. She stands, watching the two for a few moments, every touch and worried glance feeling like a slap across the face.
He's with her.
She's caught between being terrified that Jack will turn, see her and know how desperately she wants him back. And wanting him to.
In the end, pride gets the better of her. Without a look back, she turns and hurries upstairs before he can notice her.
[OOC: No replies please.]
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Jun. 21st, 2006 12:37 amalwaysroomforhopeLook, up in the tree! Is it a bird, is it a plane? Nope, it's a barefoot teenager, soaking in the early morning sunshine in peace and quiet. The wind's cool and the sun's warm, and there's that lovely early-morning stillness over the lake.
Things are good, in Steph-land.
Come yank a dangling foot!
Things are good, in Steph-land.
Come yank a dangling foot!
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Jun. 21st, 2006 12:44 amlatino_menaceRamon enters the bar looking happy enough (i.e smug as hell) and goes to order a burger and tequila from Bar. When both turn out to be salty, he glares at her and throws the food back down.
'Is that some sort of joke? Very fucking funny.'
No one's laughing - least of all him - when he tries to order something else but nothing at all materialises. Muttering something about prison food, he goes to sit in a booth and wait for a rat.
Damn women.
'Is that some sort of joke? Very fucking funny.'
No one's laughing - least of all him - when he tries to order something else but nothing at all materialises. Muttering something about prison food, he goes to sit in a booth and wait for a rat.
Damn women.
misterparker.livejournal.comOOM millitimed to way, way before the breakup thread.
Mal needs not-salty coffee. She and Parker go off in search of some.
Mal needs not-salty coffee. She and Parker go off in search of some.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 02:41 amshelley_wintersOut of Milliways:
After their earlier argument, Ishamael catches up with Shelley, and brings her a sunhat. It could be symbolic, but since they simply snipe at each other a little more, maybe not.
After their earlier argument, Ishamael catches up with Shelley, and brings her a sunhat. It could be symbolic, but since they simply snipe at each other a little more, maybe not.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 03:20 amchildofourtimes.livejournal.com...it's something unpredictable but in the end it's right...
...I hope you had the time of your life...
Jimmy's in a booth. More specifically, lying along one bench with his feet flat on the wall and his head hanging over the end. Also, he has a bouncy ball, which he's...bouncing. Off said wall.
Rather glazed expression: check.
Singing quietly: check.
No prizes for guessing how he's been spending his time.
...I hope you had the time of your life...
Jimmy's in a booth. More specifically, lying along one bench with his feet flat on the wall and his head hanging over the end. Also, he has a bouncy ball, which he's...bouncing. Off said wall.
Rather glazed expression: check.
Singing quietly: check.
No prizes for guessing how he's been spending his time.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 08:38 amslayer_frayWhen the lake door admits a wet haired thief splattered in demon bunny blood, there's a moment of tension.
She looks at Bar. Bar seems to look at her.
Then Mel sighs and approaches, laying a gentle hand on the wooden surface, and smiling faintly. "Hey, honey, how's about some breakfast?"
Doesn't stop her taking the entire tray back out again, though. It's too nice a day to be eating indoors.
She looks at Bar. Bar seems to look at her.
Then Mel sighs and approaches, laying a gentle hand on the wooden surface, and smiling faintly. "Hey, honey, how's about some breakfast?"
Doesn't stop her taking the entire tray back out again, though. It's too nice a day to be eating indoors.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 09:16 amblue-star-badge.livejournal.comBoy.
Dragon.
Bar.
They were working today instead of playing, Adric wearing his apron with his Mathematical Excellence badge pinned on it, Spoon toddling along behind dragging a wagon, collecting dirty dishes.
You have some to add to the collection?
(mun is at work, 'net access, unsupervised, a few projects, tags may lag due to actually having to help people, but probably not much)
Dragon.
Bar.
They were working today instead of playing, Adric wearing his apron with his Mathematical Excellence badge pinned on it, Spoon toddling along behind dragging a wagon, collecting dirty dishes.
You have some to add to the collection?
(mun is at work, 'net access, unsupervised, a few projects, tags may lag due to actually having to help people, but probably not much)
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Jun. 21st, 2006 10:07 amgeneral-lando.livejournal.comThe door to the Bar opens, and in comes...a droid? It's a basic R5 unit, and it's towing a hover-skid behind it. The skid has ten uniform storage bins on it, each with markings in both Basic and English. Behind the skid comes Lando Calrissian. He walks around the skid as it moves towards the bar, and in front of the droid.
"Bar, I'm told there is a storage bay of some kind here. Can you provide directions for my droid to this facility?" Bar takes a few seconds, but does produce a datachip, which Lando places in the approporiate slot. The R5 hoots and clicks, and then heads off to await retrival.
Lando then settles into a corner booth, and tracks down a wait-rat, ordering a Correlian ale.
[ooc: AFK for an hour]
"Bar, I'm told there is a storage bay of some kind here. Can you provide directions for my droid to this facility?" Bar takes a few seconds, but does produce a datachip, which Lando places in the approporiate slot. The R5 hoots and clicks, and then heads off to await retrival.
Lando then settles into a corner booth, and tracks down a wait-rat, ordering a Correlian ale.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 10:38 amlyra_silverYesterday, Lyra Belacqua Silvertongue finished the sixth form at St Sophia's School, Oxford. Her overall marks were good but not stellar, although she earned a first in Rhetoric and another in her independent study of Alethiometry. In the fall she'll be going on to St Sophia's College.
At noon today she and Pantalaimon have an appointment. Instead of going straight to the bench in the Botanical Gardens, though, they come to Milliways around the middle of the morning. "They'll be there," Lyra says to Pantalaimon. "I hope."
At noon today she and Pantalaimon have an appointment. Instead of going straight to the bench in the Botanical Gardens, though, they come to Milliways around the middle of the morning. "They'll be there," Lyra says to Pantalaimon. "I hope."
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Jun. 21st, 2006 10:56 amjedipilot.livejournal.com[OOM: A day in the life of Jaina Fel. Maybe this sort of tamer life isn't so bad after all, even if Csilla's still kriffing freezing. Rated A for much abuse of the second person.]
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Jun. 21st, 2006 12:13 pmnot-one-drop.livejournal.comThis vampire is evidently in a better mood then yesterday. Humming under her breath, Orion curled up on the table next to her, cheerfully polishing a small, slender knife.
Come bother?
Come bother?
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Jun. 21st, 2006 01:08 pmgiftedthom.livejournal.com*Thom, sitting at a table. He looks a little bored.*
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Jun. 21st, 2006 02:13 pmiamnotstorm.livejournal.comAnd again, it's the return of Summer Reading Adventure Sarah™
Comes with all the accessories you see here, including, sunscreen, floppy hat, oversized movie star sunglasses, beach towel, and of course, an array of exciting books perfect for a summer reading adventure.
On her way through the bar she picked up a picnic basket, blinking at the fact that it was damp, but she shrugged it off, it'd keep the lemonade cool at least.
She also left a few various books on tables and in booths as she passed, all with post-it notes on them declaring 'Free!' and 'Read me!'
That done she headed out to the lakeside to spread her towel out in the shade of a tree and start reading once again.
Comes with all the accessories you see here, including, sunscreen, floppy hat, oversized movie star sunglasses, beach towel, and of course, an array of exciting books perfect for a summer reading adventure.
On her way through the bar she picked up a picnic basket, blinking at the fact that it was damp, but she shrugged it off, it'd keep the lemonade cool at least.
She also left a few various books on tables and in booths as she passed, all with post-it notes on them declaring 'Free!' and 'Read me!'
That done she headed out to the lakeside to spread her towel out in the shade of a tree and start reading once again.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 02:25 pmmisterparker.livejournal.com[OOM: Parker goes home and gets the job done.]
Shaking it off, Parker walks to the bar and drops a heavy sack on top. "This should cover my tab."
Then he stalks to a dark corner of the bar, ordering a bottle of vodka from a waitrat on his way. His face is empty, eyes unfocused.
Shaking it off, Parker walks to the bar and drops a heavy sack on top. "This should cover my tab."
Then he stalks to a dark corner of the bar, ordering a bottle of vodka from a waitrat on his way. His face is empty, eyes unfocused.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 02:29 pmjaded-jedi.livejournal.comMara Jade-Skywalker is a-wandering the bar, a note in her hand, still dressed up for dinner at Leia and Han's, which finally just ended.
The tension between the Jedi and Han Solo was so thick, she could have sliced it with a dull vibroblade.
She wearily sits down, and sighs, pushing hair out of her face. Bah. Family.
The tension between the Jedi and Han Solo was so thick, she could have sliced it with a dull vibroblade.
She wearily sits down, and sighs, pushing hair out of her face. Bah. Family.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 03:04 pmjawaswag.livejournal.comIt's really, really big. Big and blue and Gavin still can't seem to get over the size of it, even nearly a year later.
Tatooine is a desert planet and Coruscant a city planet. Neither of the places he's called home have ever possessed bodies of water this vast. So maybe his amazement is understandable. Or maybe it's just a silly farmboy pilot type thing.
Either way, there is a Gavin walking along the edge of the lake, often stopping to just enjoy the view.
Tatooine is a desert planet and Coruscant a city planet. Neither of the places he's called home have ever possessed bodies of water this vast. So maybe his amazement is understandable. Or maybe it's just a silly farmboy pilot type thing.
Either way, there is a Gavin walking along the edge of the lake, often stopping to just enjoy the view.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 03:29 pmunderwater-owl.livejournal.comRandom of Amber is out by the lake, singing 'YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE!' at the top of his lungs and throwing rocks at the water.
It's possible that he's feeling cynical today.
The rocks are being thrown rather violently.
It's possible that he's feeling cynical today.
The rocks are being thrown rather violently.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 03:48 pmnotsoyoung.livejournal.comIt's been a while since David's been inna bar. But putting the final touches to Richard's book has had a seriously detrimental effect on visiting.
The book is, however, finished and David carries it in a portflio folder, neatly bound as a manuscript. It won't leave his sight until he gets it to Richard.
He looks around once, twice, and chooses a stool at the bar, ordering a cup of sweet tea and a copy of the Times before retreating to a booth. So, there's that thing again, for the first time in a while.
David.
Booth.
Newspaper.
Tea.
Have at.
The book is, however, finished and David carries it in a portflio folder, neatly bound as a manuscript. It won't leave his sight until he gets it to Richard.
He looks around once, twice, and chooses a stool at the bar, ordering a cup of sweet tea and a copy of the Times before retreating to a booth. So, there's that thing again, for the first time in a while.
David.
Booth.
Newspaper.
Tea.
Have at.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 04:25 pmbitter-innocent.livejournal.comThere's a reasonably content sailor out by the lake this afternoon.
Edmond has not spent much time outside, since arriving, but that's all going to change. You see, he's discovered where the boats are moored and is currently sitting on a rock nearby, enjoying their proximity.
He's still a little shaky on borrowing procedure, however, so he's unsure about taking one.
Perhaps he'll swim instead, or maybe just sit. It's a nice enough day for anything.
If you know more than him, or are just interested in company, you're more than welcome to join him.
Edmond has not spent much time outside, since arriving, but that's all going to change. You see, he's discovered where the boats are moored and is currently sitting on a rock nearby, enjoying their proximity.
He's still a little shaky on borrowing procedure, however, so he's unsure about taking one.
Perhaps he'll swim instead, or maybe just sit. It's a nice enough day for anything.
If you know more than him, or are just interested in company, you're more than welcome to join him.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 04:38 pmmyladyrhiannon.livejournal.comHere's someone who hasn't had a bar post in ... a while now...
An Ihlini woman is sitting at the bar, staring at her plate of bad food, lost in thought about something. Seems as though whoever's in charge hasn't fixed the matter yet, but that's not what's got her so distracted.
No.
It's something else entirely.
She needs a distraction.
Or better food.
An Ihlini woman is sitting at the bar, staring at her plate of bad food, lost in thought about something. Seems as though whoever's in charge hasn't fixed the matter yet, but that's not what's got her so distracted.
No.
It's something else entirely.
She needs a distraction.
Or better food.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 05:34 pmbloodyrockgodCharlie is at the piano, playing with his eyes closed.
He has two more things taken care of. The List is not as scary as it was.
He has two more things taken care of. The List is not as scary as it was.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 05:55 pmtwiststhebladeSlowtime >> Begins here when a certain red-headed assassin runs into a certain asian assassin. There is conversation, near-breaking of bar rules, and they decide, (wisely) to take things elsewhere.
OOM >> To the brothel, in fact.
OOM >> To the brothel, in fact.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 06:09 pmjackdriscoll.livejournal.comJack Driscoll is seated by the lake. If you assume that he looks emo, you assume correctly.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 06:31 pmalmost-arabian.livejournal.comLawrence hadn't moved from the spot underneath the tree last night.
He's come to the realization, as it's been more than 18 hours, that he needs water. But he does not want to get out from beneath the tree.
If people are looking for him, he's there.
He's come to the realization, as it's been more than 18 hours, that he needs water. But he does not want to get out from beneath the tree.
If people are looking for him, he's there.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 07:00 pmpetraarkanian.livejournal.comPetra sits in a padded chair, her leg proped up upon another one. Her arm hangs from a white sling. Before her on the table is a glass of an amber liquid, half-empty. In her old hand she holds a book titled "The Art of Meditation"
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Jun. 21st, 2006 07:12 pmstuck-mynock.livejournal.comThere's an Atton in the bar, sitting on a rafter and fiddling with the broken window-cleaning droid he brought in, dropping pieces onto the floor every so often. He has something alcoholic nearby, because Force knows you can't work unless you're almost drunk.
He'd quite like being bothered.
He'd quite like being bothered.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 07:27 pmaudieraines.livejournal.comAudrey's working on more Suduko puzzles. She finds it's a good way to take her mind off things.
She's currrently sitting at a table, a notebook of half-finished letters next to her.
She's got a pretty new default icon and wouldn't mind company.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 07:29 pmqsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.comDarien.
In a bar.
Grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
Also lounging rather like a cat on one of the couches.
In a bar.
Grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
Also lounging rather like a cat on one of the couches.
Re-entry, following the end of S2
Jun. 21st, 2006 07:38 pmineedavicodin.livejournal.com"Which one of you is Dr House?"
"Which one of you is Dr House?"
"Which one of you is Dr House?"
Dr House would be the one laying on the floor, in twin pools of his own blood.
The one Cameron and Chase are hovering over, while Foreman calls for help.
The one who is suddenly laying in the middle of the bar. Bleeding from his neck and his stomach.
Welcome back to Milliways, Greg!
Open to anyone who wants toplay doctor with doctor the, uh, doctor.
"Which one of you is Dr House?"
"Which one of you is Dr House?"
Dr House would be the one laying on the floor, in twin pools of his own blood.
The one Cameron and Chase are hovering over, while Foreman calls for help.
The one who is suddenly laying in the middle of the bar. Bleeding from his neck and his stomach.
Welcome back to Milliways, Greg!
Open to anyone who wants to
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Jun. 21st, 2006 07:45 pmrigthegames.livejournal.comSo by the fire, there’s sat a Sands, with a book and a glass of tequila.
The tequila’s still salty.
… this hasn’t stopped Sands drinking it just yet, but from the look on his face it’s out of a sense of duty rather than enjoyment.
[ooc: Response may be slow as mun may fall asleep over keyboard.]
The tequila’s still salty.
… this hasn’t stopped Sands drinking it just yet, but from the look on his face it’s out of a sense of duty rather than enjoyment.
[ooc: Response may be slow as mun may fall asleep over keyboard.]
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Jun. 21st, 2006 07:50 pmgentleprince.livejournal.comA Prince in the bar, looking distracted as he idly flips a ling-stemmed white flower back and forth between his fingers, humming to himself.
Said Prince has a Security badge pinned to his belt, as well.
Come poke him.
Said Prince has a Security badge pinned to his belt, as well.
Come poke him.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 07:59 pmmonk-with-mask.livejournal.comThere's a Chichiri in the bar, at a booth. He might be people-watching, or he might be reading a scroll. Sometimes, it's hard to tell.
Whichever it is, distractions are always welcome.
Whichever it is, distractions are always welcome.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 08:03 pmcywyllogCywyllog returns, a little reluctantly, to the bar tonight. Wine is orderd at the bar, but she is also presented with a garment bag and a box. Surprised, the wine is ignored in favour of finding out exactly what they are, so the bag and boxare carried to a booth and opened.
And then she just stares.
And then she just stares.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 08:17 pmbloodyrockgodDue to a certain promise . . .
Charlie--no, the other one--climbs up onto the piano bench and says loudly, over the chatter of the bar with twenty years of singing to project his voice, "Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, and undecideds--there's going to be a wedding here on Saturday. Please come."
He gives a little nod and jumps off the bench.
Charlie--no, the other one--climbs up onto the piano bench and says loudly, over the chatter of the bar with twenty years of singing to project his voice, "Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, and undecideds--there's going to be a wedding here on Saturday. Please come."
He gives a little nod and jumps off the bench.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 08:23 pmyuppie-trash.livejournal.com [Pre-Milliways: Patrick Bateman likes to use his hands. Warnings for violence, death, and bad French.]
Sitting outside, humming (Do You Hear the People Sing?), he enjoys it all from the comfort of the lawn furniture. It provides a good view of the lake. He's dressed (Tommy Bahama long-sleeved multistriped linen shirt, sleeves rolled up. Kenneth Cole cotton twill flat front trousers in sand, with matching blazer.) well, looking relaxed even while the knuckles of his right hand are carefully wrapped in gauze and tape.
Sitting outside, humming (Do You Hear the People Sing?), he enjoys it all from the comfort of the lawn furniture. It provides a good view of the lake. He's dressed (Tommy Bahama long-sleeved multistriped linen shirt, sleeves rolled up. Kenneth Cole cotton twill flat front trousers in sand, with matching blazer.) well, looking relaxed even while the knuckles of his right hand are carefully wrapped in gauze and tape.
Multipup post
Jun. 21st, 2006 08:29 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy is at a table by the trilobite tank, just chilling a bit with a CD player and headphones.
He's entirely up for bothering.
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Shufti is outside, with Jack. He is showing her how he can roll over on the grass, and keeps offering her bits of twig. She plays with him, putting his little sun hat back on every time he rolls over and it falls off.
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Snowball is also outside, tending the garden. He is back in pig form today, and is using his very robust digestive system to aid with a little lawn trimming.
[ooc: Tags will be slow for first hour and a half (up to 5pm EST)]
He's entirely up for bothering.
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Shufti is outside, with Jack. He is showing her how he can roll over on the grass, and keeps offering her bits of twig. She plays with him, putting his little sun hat back on every time he rolls over and it falls off.
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Snowball is also outside, tending the garden. He is back in pig form today, and is using his very robust digestive system to aid with a little lawn trimming.
[ooc: Tags will be slow for first hour and a half (up to 5pm EST)]
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Jun. 21st, 2006 08:36 pmalways-a-liar.livejournal.comOut of Milliways:
In a fit of exultation, Ishamael breaks things, and once again is left with blood on his hands.
[OOC: Warning for mild gore.]
In a fit of exultation, Ishamael breaks things, and once again is left with blood on his hands.
[OOC: Warning for mild gore.]
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Jun. 21st, 2006 08:43 pmcalled_lionessLucy is currently curled up with a cup of tea and debating whether to read Gavroche's essay (his handwriting is improving! Just. A bit slowly.) which she feels she rather should, decide what story to have Ingress and Gavroche read next, which she suspects she also should, or go out and see Corella again today.
Which she suspects will win out in the end, but anything's possible.
For the moment, though--tea.
Priorities must be hadand help one procrastinate.
Which she suspects will win out in the end, but anything's possible.
For the moment, though--tea.
Priorities must be had
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Jun. 21st, 2006 08:46 pmlvpd_sidleThere is a Sara inna bar, reading an amusing casefile.
She might be looking for someone. Who knows, that someone might be YOU.
She might be looking for someone. Who knows, that someone might be YOU.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 08:47 pmdead_hooker_2[OOM: Neptune, California bids farewell to one of its most notorious illustrious citizens. Spoilers for Veronica Mars finale, but that's hardly news.]
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Jun. 21st, 2006 09:06 pmrebelheartalien.livejournal.comMichael has just been chased out of his office by his page, who is taking his deal with Shelley very seriously.
Therefore, Michael is in the bar for a little while before he goes home for family time.
Come chat.
Therefore, Michael is in the bar for a little while before he goes home for family time.
Come chat.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 09:10 pmroyal-guarantor.livejournal.comRoshaun comes downstairs, book in hand, and heads outside to enjoy the summer evening. He doesn't plan on having too many more of them in this place, after all.
Interrupt at will.
Interrupt at will.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 09:11 pmkitchen_maidA slightly frazzled looking Amy, settled at a table, with a pile of writing paper nearby.
She's reading over a scroll that is fully six feet long, and whatever it is she's reading, she doesn't look especially happy about it.
Distractions would be ever-so-welcome.
She's reading over a scroll that is fully six feet long, and whatever it is she's reading, she doesn't look especially happy about it.
Distractions would be ever-so-welcome.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 09:12 pmsimple-aeronaut.livejournal.comLee's been busy, with as much help as Hester could offer, and they've worked fast.
The balloon basket's nearly finished, now, out by the lake.
The balloon basket's nearly finished, now, out by the lake.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 09:19 pmnot_that_spikeNow that's better: tonight he didn't chance ordering from Bar herself. His coffee's straight from one of the wait-rats and it tastes better than he remembers it ever being. Probably because it isn't salty.
Tonight he doesn't really care if he's up late. He's in a pretty damn good mood, and that makes all the difference in the world. He's got coffee, he's got his smokes, and aside from that whole fuck, Beth's having a baby thing, not a care in the world. More or less.
Tonight he doesn't really care if he's up late. He's in a pretty damn good mood, and that makes all the difference in the world. He's got coffee, he's got his smokes, and aside from that whole fuck, Beth's having a baby thing, not a care in the world. More or less.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 09:23 pmriver_meimeiRiver settles down on a barstool, tucking her toes around the rungs and running a spread hand over the bar's surface.
Pauses, brow furrowing.
And then bends over to press her cheek to the bar, half sitting and half lying on it, both palms stroking slowly over the wood.
Pauses, brow furrowing.
And then bends over to press her cheek to the bar, half sitting and half lying on it, both palms stroking slowly over the wood.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 09:39 pmmissginnytonic.livejournal.comGinny is in the bar sitting by herself feel free to bug her
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Jun. 21st, 2006 09:57 pmmogget_cat*There is nothing quite like oversleeping in one's lovely, warm, sundrenched afternoon nap and being woken up by a summer evening rainstorm just in time to be raindrenched.*
*Yrael should possibly be glad that there is nothing quite like it, but his mind is not that cheerful.*
*So, it is a rather irate, dripping Bright Shiner that comes into the bar, this evening, his white clothes sticking to him and leaving a trail of little puddles of water in his wake. Not. Happy.*
*Yrael should possibly be glad that there is nothing quite like it, but his mind is not that cheerful.*
*So, it is a rather irate, dripping Bright Shiner that comes into the bar, this evening, his white clothes sticking to him and leaving a trail of little puddles of water in his wake. Not. Happy.*
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Jun. 21st, 2006 10:38 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_wonder_girl_/There is, in the bar, a booth currently containing the following things:
One half-drunk vanilla milkshake, one pack of bar-acquired coloring pencils, a number of sheets of paper, two or three already drawn on, the rest blank, and one Alice.
The drawing she's working on at the moment seems to involve animals that look like some odd mixture of badger, lizard, and corkscrew.
One half-drunk vanilla milkshake, one pack of bar-acquired coloring pencils, a number of sheets of paper, two or three already drawn on, the rest blank, and one Alice.
The drawing she's working on at the moment seems to involve animals that look like some odd mixture of badger, lizard, and corkscrew.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 10:42 pmwinged-defender.livejournal.comParrot, zooming all over the bar at high velocity. She's not being especially destructive tonight, but she is rather more hyper than usual - after the events of two nights ago, she's stuffed back in a body that still feels a bit too small.
Despite the ADD, it's probably possible to flag her down.
Despite the ADD, it's probably possible to flag her down.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 10:52 pmmnt_mikeFor the first time since his promotion, Mike ambles downstairs in full view of the patrons. He's exhausted, weary, drained, wiped out...heck, choose an adjective, any adjective...and that'll about cover it. It's been a rough couple of days.
Bar is doing better, for a given level of better. Imagine your worst breakup. Now imagine that you're a sentient bar at the end of the universe. Get the picture? Cool.
Mike makes his way over towards Bar, and lays a comforting hand on her top. He is both instantly warm and cold. It's like the stranger for all intents and purposes. Mike would like you to know that if you catch that reference you're as sick a human being as he is.
He stands by her, and doesn't let her go.
One of these days he might even get around to announcing the fact that he's new barman...but today is not that day.
Tomorrow doesn't look good either.
Bar is doing better, for a given level of better. Imagine your worst breakup. Now imagine that you're a sentient bar at the end of the universe. Get the picture? Cool.
Mike makes his way over towards Bar, and lays a comforting hand on her top. He is both instantly warm and cold. It's like the stranger for all intents and purposes. Mike would like you to know that if you catch that reference you're as sick a human being as he is.
He stands by her, and doesn't let her go.
One of these days he might even get around to announcing the fact that he's new barman...but today is not that day.
Tomorrow doesn't look good either.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 11:37 pmclumsy_aurorIt's bathtime in the Tonks-Wrangle household, and it's Bernard's turn tonight. Once the splashing starts, and Nymphadora's gotten clean jammies out for the kids, she takes the opportunity to slip out into the main bar.
The witch doesn't approach anyone; she simply goes to her usual spot, at the end of Bar's length, and lays an open palm on her surface.
Nymphadora's been giving her space. But it's time, she reckons, for a few questions.
Her voice is soft, and soothing, and only Bar can hear her. Periodically she pauses, and small notes appear on the wooden surface.
Finally, after a few minutes, Nymphadora gathers up the notes, and pats Bar affectionately. "Thank you, lovely," she murmurs, and walks home.
As she goes, she looks over the notes once more.
The top-most one simply reads Michaelangelo.
The witch doesn't approach anyone; she simply goes to her usual spot, at the end of Bar's length, and lays an open palm on her surface.
Nymphadora's been giving her space. But it's time, she reckons, for a few questions.
Her voice is soft, and soothing, and only Bar can hear her. Periodically she pauses, and small notes appear on the wooden surface.
Finally, after a few minutes, Nymphadora gathers up the notes, and pats Bar affectionately. "Thank you, lovely," she murmurs, and walks home.
As she goes, she looks over the notes once more.
The top-most one simply reads Michaelangelo.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 11:40 pmprone-to-panic.livejournal.com((OOM: Millitimed to late night the 19th/early morning of the 20th. Archie reflects on the events of this date a year ago.))
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Jun. 21st, 2006 11:42 pmstbethadettesSometimes you can't get a song out of your head until you listen to it, get it all out of your system, and then distract yourself with other songs.
Beth's craving for cold pineapple pizza has had that same lingering quality.
She chose to sit the usual table tonight, and though she's had to wait for the pizza to get cold, it's not way too salty like her pizza from the other night was.
You just don't get much more content than she is right now.
Beth's craving for cold pineapple pizza has had that same lingering quality.
She chose to sit the usual table tonight, and though she's had to wait for the pizza to get cold, it's not way too salty like her pizza from the other night was.
You just don't get much more content than she is right now.
