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Jun. 22nd, 2006 02:13 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
gorlim.livejournal.com[OOM: Belated Father's day - Namo and Gorlim do... some stuff. It's cute, and then there is minor sexual content. Yyyyyep. Millitimed to like.... yesterday or so.]
Jun. 22nd, 2006
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puckishly.livejournal.comAfter all the misdeeds and dalliances of the day, Puck is outside, feet bare and hands in his pockets.
There is a particular quality to the air-- it's more tangible, more electric-- and it seems like so very long since he's been able to stand here like this, at the solstice, with nothing to fly and nothing to fear.
He glances to the woods, thinking: Oberon is there.
Thinking: Oberon needn't see him.
Thinking that, after all, it is easy to come back from the outside, should he desire it.
Despite what he says, he's grown restless here; the murmuring of the summer breeze and the warmth of the lakewater only serve to remind him that this is still a cage, no matter the beauty.
Puck looks over his shoulder at the lights of the bar.
And smiles.
And, silent as a cat, pads into the forest.
[OOC: Hold your comments, please. ^.^]
There is a particular quality to the air-- it's more tangible, more electric-- and it seems like so very long since he's been able to stand here like this, at the solstice, with nothing to fly and nothing to fear.
He glances to the woods, thinking: Oberon is there.
Thinking: Oberon needn't see him.
Thinking that, after all, it is easy to come back from the outside, should he desire it.
Despite what he says, he's grown restless here; the murmuring of the summer breeze and the warmth of the lakewater only serve to remind him that this is still a cage, no matter the beauty.
Puck looks over his shoulder at the lights of the bar.
And smiles.
And, silent as a cat, pads into the forest.
[OOC: Hold your comments, please. ^.^]
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 02:45 amchildofourtimes.livejournal.comOOM: You think you have something, but you don't.
Jimmy's not his usual self today. Not smiling, no guitar. He's just slouched in a booth, staring intensely at a coke and looking miserable.
Beware the emo.
Jimmy's not his usual self today. Not smiling, no guitar. He's just slouched in a booth, staring intensely at a coke and looking miserable.
Beware the emo.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 06:14 amoldestcharmed1.livejournal.comPrue is sitting at a booth for the first time in a while reading a book looking extremely serious but since she has been working on this problem for several weeks now she could likely use a distraction. So:
Beautiful Woman
Dead
Booth.
Have At.
Beautiful Woman
Dead
Booth.
Have At.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 09:15 amfemale-were.livejournal.comThe mun is utterly alone at her office. This means that a.) she has nothing to actually do and b.) she has free rein of anything electronic!
And so, Raina is sitting in a big comfy chair over by the fire. Her feet are curled under her, hidden with the skirt she's wearing. She's currently reading a book, though she does glance up every so often to scan the bar.
Feel free to come over and talk to her, she's in a quiet mood today.
And so, Raina is sitting in a big comfy chair over by the fire. Her feet are curled under her, hidden with the skirt she's wearing. She's currently reading a book, though she does glance up every so often to scan the bar.
Feel free to come over and talk to her, she's in a quiet mood today.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 09:36 amsmart-sam.livejournal.com[OOC: So all those who involved in the Saving Earth/Stargate plot, the meeting's this way.]
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 11:02 ammommywitch.livejournal.comThere is clanging in the kitchen.
If anyone were to look for the source of that clanging, they would see Piper moving around the kitchen purposefully. She's adding to the mixture in the bowl in front of her. What she plans to do with the mixture is a bit of a mystery though. There is already pots and pans on every eye of the stove, and it looks like she's only waiting for the oven to finish warming up before she puts something in there. There are also various assorted ingredients all over the counter that she imagines she'll need again later, as well as various sized utensils.
Someone's busy.
Feel free to notice anddistract help.
If anyone were to look for the source of that clanging, they would see Piper moving around the kitchen purposefully. She's adding to the mixture in the bowl in front of her. What she plans to do with the mixture is a bit of a mystery though. There is already pots and pans on every eye of the stove, and it looks like she's only waiting for the oven to finish warming up before she puts something in there. There are also various assorted ingredients all over the counter that she imagines she'll need again later, as well as various sized utensils.
Someone's busy.
Feel free to notice and
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 12:34 pmburned-them-all.livejournal.comThe screaming, the heat, and the smell of burning flesh had all been left behind when she fled that place. It felt good at the time- felt right at first, but panic and conscience took over and she made an escape. Six hundred years of passion, anger, and lust for revenge- all emotions which were too strong for her to control had just landed her unsuspecting and lecherous professor in the hospital for some period time.
--- But she didn't kill him, she hopes, and all she knows now is that she needs to get away, to fight this thing that's happening to her. Heedless of where she's going, she runs, putting many blocks between Albright and herself.
When she stops, she finds herself on her school campus, half sick at what she's just done, she looks about for a crowded place, a distraction. The first building she comes to is a cafeteria- one she is familiar with. It would do for now.
---
The young student takes a deep breath before entering, calms herself, and steps inside, intent on blending into the crowd. But the crowd she finds on the other side of the door is not the one she was expecting. In fact, she does not recognize this place at all.
So, for a moment, she just stands in the doorway amazed. Well, if it's a distraction she's looking for... Maybe the food will be better at least.
Come greet the troubled and slightly unbalanced escapee from hell.
When she stops, she finds herself on her school campus, half sick at what she's just done, she looks about for a crowded place, a distraction. The first building she comes to is a cafeteria- one she is familiar with. It would do for now.
The young student takes a deep breath before entering, calms herself, and steps inside, intent on blending into the crowd. But the crowd she finds on the other side of the door is not the one she was expecting. In fact, she does not recognize this place at all.
So, for a moment, she just stands in the doorway amazed. Well, if it's a distraction she's looking for... Maybe the food will be better at least.
Come greet the troubled and slightly unbalanced escapee from hell.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 12:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tragic_maskACT I.
SCENE I.
(A bar at the end of the universe. One minor goddess of tragedy sits at the counter with a cigarette in one hand, and a fountain pen in the other. She appears to be in deep thought.)
MELPOMENE
I need a drink.
(For some reason, this should come as a surprise to no one.)
SCENE I.
(A bar at the end of the universe. One minor goddess of tragedy sits at the counter with a cigarette in one hand, and a fountain pen in the other. She appears to be in deep thought.)
MELPOMENE
I need a drink.
(For some reason, this should come as a surprise to no one.)
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 01:25 pmbloody-awful.livejournal.comJohn is in the bar. Guinness, double Bushmills, overflowing ashtray.
He is Morose, with a capital M. As in, "emo kid in the dark with a clove cigarette and a Cure album on repeat" kinda morose.
Er, but don't let that stop you from poking!
He is Morose, with a capital M. As in, "emo kid in the dark with a clove cigarette and a Cure album on repeat" kinda morose.
Er, but don't let that stop you from poking!
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 01:49 pmbefore-w.livejournal.comJune is a good month for roses.
V has set an armful of them on the table, and is carefully examining each one before setting it aside, gingerly, more for fear of hurting the rose than from being scratched by the thorns.
His gloves are thick, anyway.
V has set an armful of them on the table, and is carefully examining each one before setting it aside, gingerly, more for fear of hurting the rose than from being scratched by the thorns.
His gloves are thick, anyway.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 01:57 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/It's too hot, midsummer is not his time, to be outside right now, so Jack is in the back of the bar where it's cooler.
He also has butterscotch icecream.
Which makes it all worth it.
He also has butterscotch icecream.
Which makes it all worth it.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 02:31 pmnotjustananimal.livejournal.comWolf is out back, and he might be running, or he might be tearing into a demon-bunny, or throwing himself down at the base of a tree -- it all depends on when you come find him, if you do happen to run into him.
He's so very frustrated right now, and things aren't going very well, you see.
[ooc: If you feel like your presence would be welcome, feel free to tag. I'm sure you guys can figure out if you're welcome or not. Hint hint: Pack is more than welcome.
In the meantime, I'll get back to the tags later. I've got to go AFK. I'M HERE. TAG ME, TAG ME!]
He's so very frustrated right now, and things aren't going very well, you see.
[ooc: If you feel like your presence would be welcome, feel free to tag. I'm sure you guys can figure out if you're welcome or not. Hint hint: Pack is more than welcome.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 02:48 pmgone_byebyeRay makes his way in from out back, where he's been since the hour he normally refers to as 'gross o'clock of the morning'. At some point he'll remember to go upstairs and shower and change out of the company t-shirt and shorts, but right now the bowl of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs is more important. Very much so. So much more important, in fact, that Ray seems to've forgotten entirely about the wooden Chinese broadsword jammed through the (obviously handmade and self-sewn) loop on the side of his shorts.
It's not interfering with his breakfast experience, so why should he care?
It's not interfering with his breakfast experience, so why should he care?
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 03:08 pmstubborn-annie.livejournal.comThe overly salted food and drink of the past few days put Annie Wells a little bit on edge; it's understandable, perhaps, that she should approach her tea and morning breakfast very carefully. But the tea's all right, and the beans aren't too bad, and the potatoes are creditable. She'll deal.
Could probably do with some company, though.
Could probably do with some company, though.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 03:26 pmoh-frak-me.livejournal.com*Kara Thrace is sitting at a table near the bar, smoking a cigar and drinking a beer. Which is, as we all know, horribly out of character for her. Oh, wait. That's a lie...*
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 03:38 pmprince-arithon.livejournal.comArithon is in the bar, feet up on a chair, not drinking anything. He's just thinking, and occasially letting ripples of music spill from fingers onto lyranthe and from there into the air.
He'd be happy to talk, or play for someone.
He'd be happy to talk, or play for someone.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 03:54 pmwatcher-g-man.livejournal.comThere were two people who seemed to be practicing with swords out back by the lake. Wooden clashing sounds as bokkens collided.
One was young(late teens), one was old (middle-aged).
Both were English.
"No, no, wrong." There was a quick thwap.
"Ow!"
"You said you wanted to learn this properly. That means paying attention, sticking with your weapon, and NO poncing your way out of it with your wand. You admitted that it can be a weakness, so we're doing something about that. Now get up, quit sniveling, and do it *again.*"
"I wasn't sniveling!"
"Oh, honestly, don't whine. You're worse than Wesley."
Care to see what's going on?
(ooc: multi-pup post! talk to both or either)
One was young(late teens), one was old (middle-aged).
Both were English.
"No, no, wrong." There was a quick thwap.
"Ow!"
"You said you wanted to learn this properly. That means paying attention, sticking with your weapon, and NO poncing your way out of it with your wand. You admitted that it can be a weakness, so we're doing something about that. Now get up, quit sniveling, and do it *again.*"
"I wasn't sniveling!"
"Oh, honestly, don't whine. You're worse than Wesley."
Care to see what's going on?
(ooc: multi-pup post! talk to both or either)
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 05:21 pmmollyprewett.livejournal.com[[OOM: Molly spends a week at Hogwarts before finally sneaking away to visit Cain.]]
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 05:43 pmangela-edmunds.livejournal.comAngela is practicing piano. She hasn't seen Behrooz for a while, but she's still practicing.
No, really. You just haven't seen her. She waits till there aren't too many people nearby because she's shy about it.
She's playing something fairly simple, but every so often, she makes a mistake, curses, and goes over the part several times before proceeding on.
Reading music and playing at the same time is difficult, and she sometimes forgets which dot goes with what key on the piano.
She's starting to get tense in the shoulders, and she wouldn't mind conversation.
No, really. You just haven't seen her. She waits till there aren't too many people nearby because she's shy about it.
She's playing something fairly simple, but every so often, she makes a mistake, curses, and goes over the part several times before proceeding on.
Reading music and playing at the same time is difficult, and she sometimes forgets which dot goes with what key on the piano.
She's starting to get tense in the shoulders, and she wouldn't mind conversation.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 05:52 pmtwoeyesonthesky.livejournal.comQuinn's been organizing things upstairs, but he comes down and puts up a note on the Bar's bulletin board.
Would-Be Volunteers:
If there are anypeoplebeings who would be interested in lending a hand to a small community of humans living in a world under constant siege by dragons, who do not mind the absence of magic and the presence of danger, please contact Quinn Abercromby sometime in the next three days, as he will be heading home with his supplies after that.
Magic-users need not apply unless they can get along without it. It won't work.
Thank you.
Sincerely,
Quinn.
That should do; he nods to himself and heads to the Bar proper in pursuit of lunch.
Would-Be Volunteers:
If there are any
Magic-users need not apply unless they can get along without it. It won't work.
Thank you.
Sincerely,
Quinn.
That should do; he nods to himself and heads to the Bar proper in pursuit of lunch.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 05:52 pmcorsec-jedi.livejournal.comCorran strolls into the bar proper, seemingly in a fairly jovial mood. He stops by the bar to get a drink, then heads to a booth and kicks his feet up on the table with a smirk.
A rather enigmatic and troubling smirk.
It suits a couple of his squadmates better...
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Kell's kicking back elsewhere in the bar. He looks freshly cleaned up, like he just got out of the shower, but is wearing a similarly wide grin and has an empty glass on one side of the table and a mug of lomin-ale in front of him.
Subtle hints...
A rather enigmatic and troubling smirk.
It suits a couple of his squadmates better...
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Kell's kicking back elsewhere in the bar. He looks freshly cleaned up, like he just got out of the shower, but is wearing a similarly wide grin and has an empty glass on one side of the table and a mug of lomin-ale in front of him.
Subtle hints...
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 06:02 pmlvpd_sidleTwo CSIs are in the bar. Tonight, they have a small baby Goddess with them.
Grissom is probably looking more stressed than he has in some time.
Sara's dividing her attention between him and the wee Goddess, her brow furrowed.
"He'll be back."
"I know."
"I'm here."
"...I'm glad."
Grissom is probably looking more stressed than he has in some time.
Sara's dividing her attention between him and the wee Goddess, her brow furrowed.
"He'll be back."
"I know."
"I'm here."
"...I'm glad."
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 06:34 pmforsaken-bard.livejournal.comOut of Milliways:
After Ishamael cancels his appointment with Lanfear, she goes to discuss it with Asmodean. The pair discuss matters politely, and plan for the future. The mun has run out of synonyms for moustache-twirling levels of plotting.
After Ishamael cancels his appointment with Lanfear, she goes to discuss it with Asmodean. The pair discuss matters politely, and plan for the future. The mun has run out of synonyms for moustache-twirling levels of plotting.
curlys-boy.livejournal.comIt must be a record. In his arms is one cuddly baby bunny, that is devouring his salad and breadsticks quite happily. He's got that far off look in his eyes, as if he's thinking of problems back home. Werewolf leader giving he and his...spouse? trouble. Naw, that's normal stuff. Grabbing a breadstick for himself, he gnaws on it slowly, wondering if should go read the notice board while he's here.
Bother at will.
Bother at will.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 07:04 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/Lady Death is outside, practicing.
Lightsaber? Check.$150 on debit MasterCard
Darkness? (her sword) Check.$450 on debit MasterCard
Beating up her father's allies in effigy? Check.Having removed his head? Priceless.
She is not so focused that she would fail to notice company in the area.
Lightsaber? Check.$150 on debit MasterCard
Darkness? (her sword) Check.$450 on debit MasterCard
Beating up her father's allies in effigy? Check.Having removed his head? Priceless.
She is not so focused that she would fail to notice company in the area.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 07:14 pmnecessary_childSam Linnfer sitting at the bar, with his dinner and a newspaper- The Times, dated 2003. He was doing the crossword, but keeps getting distracted. Come distract him further.
If you look at the crossword, you'll see it's two-thirds completed. But the spidery script is another language altogether. Here's a hint: it's not anything spoken on Earth.
If you look at the crossword, you'll see it's two-thirds completed. But the spidery script is another language altogether. Here's a hint: it's not anything spoken on Earth.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 07:47 pmmnt_mike"Um...excuse me? If I could have everyone's attention for a minute."
The hustle and bustle of the bar continues a pace, as if he'd said nothing at all.
"Hello? Can I have your attention, please."
Still nothing. There are drinks being drunk and foods being eaten and hub-bubs to bub.
"Okay...that's it."
A near ear piercing whistle makes it's way through the din. You'd almost expect a fleet of taxis to pull up along side the dirty-blonde haired man standing behind Bar. After all, that's what whistles like that are cultivated for in the first place.
"Thank you. Uh,...I guess I have an announcement to make. Um...first things first. Apologies to those who've had questionable...uh...bar-fare in the last couple of days. There's a refund coming your way if you were inconvenienced in any way. It's been a rough week of transition for everyone involved, and we appreciate your patience.
This brings me to my second point, um...for the time being...."
At this turn of phrase he winces slightly, as if someone had just poked him rather hard in the brain.
"...I will be assuming the role of Head Barman. So uh...yeah. If you've got any concerns, let me know I'll do what I can. If you have any complaints...please keep in mind that I am a highly trained ninja that can kill you in your sleep.
Okay with that said...the Bar is open."
The hustle and bustle of the bar continues a pace, as if he'd said nothing at all.
"Hello? Can I have your attention, please."
Still nothing. There are drinks being drunk and foods being eaten and hub-bubs to bub.
"Okay...that's it."
A near ear piercing whistle makes it's way through the din. You'd almost expect a fleet of taxis to pull up along side the dirty-blonde haired man standing behind Bar. After all, that's what whistles like that are cultivated for in the first place.
"Thank you. Uh,...I guess I have an announcement to make. Um...first things first. Apologies to those who've had questionable...uh...bar-fare in the last couple of days. There's a refund coming your way if you were inconvenienced in any way. It's been a rough week of transition for everyone involved, and we appreciate your patience.
This brings me to my second point, um...for the time being...."
At this turn of phrase he winces slightly, as if someone had just poked him rather hard in the brain.
"...I will be assuming the role of Head Barman. So uh...yeah. If you've got any concerns, let me know I'll do what I can. If you have any complaints...please keep in mind that I am a highly trained ninja that can kill you in your sleep.
Okay with that said...the Bar is open."
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 08:07 pmaccessobrian.livejournal.comThere had been promise of appearance. It is customary, after all, to celebrate one's birthday in public, where one can be completely embarrassed by one's peers, right? Even if one doesn't particularily care one way or the other that it is one's birthday.
Quiet words are had with Bar, and a small German Chocolate Cheesecake appears. On top is a single candle.
Chloe O'Brian, who does not care one way or the other that it is her birthday, gawks at the cake. "I didn't want a candle. Get rid of the candle. Please? Please?" A very tense minute passes.
Nup. Still there. Damn Andrew Paige and his yearly rituals.
If you promise not to tease her about the candle, she won't make you eat it.
Quiet words are had with Bar, and a small German Chocolate Cheesecake appears. On top is a single candle.
Chloe O'Brian, who does not care one way or the other that it is her birthday, gawks at the cake. "I didn't want a candle. Get rid of the candle. Please? Please?" A very tense minute passes.
Nup. Still there. Damn Andrew Paige and his yearly rituals.
If you promise not to tease her about the candle, she won't make you eat it.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 08:19 pmyuppie-trash.livejournal.comHe doesn't sit in the booth, he lounges across the bench with a yellowed paperback book (Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, William Goldman, 1979.) in one hand, not quite interested enough to read through it completely.
(Ray-Ban aviator-style sunglasses tucked into a pocket. A Hawai`ian shirt that is so visually offensive words cannot describe it, but a picture can. Chinos in a color he just learned was called sand dune, but it's just tan. Or khaki.)
He feels festive.
(Ray-Ban aviator-style sunglasses tucked into a pocket. A Hawai`ian shirt that is so visually offensive words cannot describe it, but a picture can. Chinos in a color he just learned was called sand dune, but it's just tan. Or khaki.)
He feels festive.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 08:20 pmnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comThere is an Ace, tucked in her favorite booth with a mug of hot cocoa and a few cookies, reading a book that looks like it'd serve better as a blunt object. She's going to get rid of that pool if it's the last thing she does.
Well.
Maybe not the last thing.
But it'll get done.
Well.
Maybe not the last thing.
But it'll get done.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 08:22 pmobligatoryassLogan hasn't left the Bar since the events of graduation night.
He's not sure why. Or maybe he is sure, but he's not sure that staying is the right decision either. But it's easier than opening the door and finding out if Veronica still wanted him around, how Trina and Dick are doing, and what the hell is going to happen now.
Today, he's in limbo, and that's just fine. The food in limbo has finally gotten back to normal.
He's not sure why. Or maybe he is sure, but he's not sure that staying is the right decision either. But it's easier than opening the door and finding out if Veronica still wanted him around, how Trina and Dick are doing, and what the hell is going to happen now.
Today, he's in limbo, and that's just fine. The food in limbo has finally gotten back to normal.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 08:42 pmnot_that_spike( upstairs, a little earlier )
Damn, he loves Beth. Of all the things he never expected to find, two of them are right here in this place. The first thing is the end of the universe.
The second is someone he loves. He figured so wrongly that he was done with all that romance shit a long long time ago. He never wanted to open himself up to it again because... well, his last experience with it sucked so bad. But is he ever fucking glad he did.
Beth in his arms, they move to a very private booth at the far corner of the bar. He's only sat in this one one time before, when he didn't want to be disturbed. It's nice and quiet here and hell, if anyone disturbs them he'll just glare.
Or shoot.
Tonight's just for him and his woman. It's summer, it's the year-and-three-quarters anniversary of Beth showing up (or close enough), and as far as he's concerned, there's only one thing on his menu. And she's sitting right here with him.
"Yo, Slim. Want me to move the table back so Junior doesn't get squished in there?"
Yeah, it's simple: he loves her.
A hell of a lot.
Damn, he loves Beth. Of all the things he never expected to find, two of them are right here in this place. The first thing is the end of the universe.
The second is someone he loves. He figured so wrongly that he was done with all that romance shit a long long time ago. He never wanted to open himself up to it again because... well, his last experience with it sucked so bad. But is he ever fucking glad he did.
Beth in his arms, they move to a very private booth at the far corner of the bar. He's only sat in this one one time before, when he didn't want to be disturbed. It's nice and quiet here and hell, if anyone disturbs them he'll just glare.
Or shoot.
Tonight's just for him and his woman. It's summer, it's the year-and-three-quarters anniversary of Beth showing up (or close enough), and as far as he's concerned, there's only one thing on his menu. And she's sitting right here with him.
"Yo, Slim. Want me to move the table back so Junior doesn't get squished in there?"
Yeah, it's simple: he loves her.
A hell of a lot.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 09:26 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy comes downstairs, still in his slippers. Night shifts do funny things to your body clock.
He gets a cup of tea and some corn flakes from one of the rats, then settles down near the infirmary.
He gets a cup of tea and some corn flakes from one of the rats, then settles down near the infirmary.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 09:26 pmsomnium-sum.livejournal.comRoiben has no idea why he is sitting outside at this time of night, under a tree. His eyes aren't so sharp in such unfamiliar surroundings, and he is silent now so that he might acquaint himself with the evening sounds of insects and animals.
Restlessness inspires him to keep greater composure, crouched in the grass, focused on what should be a meaningless item in his hand. A hairpin that he twirls around his fingers. He can't bring it to himself to throw it.
Questions. They come, they go, they come, they go.
Restlessness inspires him to keep greater composure, crouched in the grass, focused on what should be a meaningless item in his hand. A hairpin that he twirls around his fingers. He can't bring it to himself to throw it.
Questions. They come, they go, they come, they go.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 09:30 pmshuftiThere is a Not Happy baby Jack being cuddled by Shufti outside.
He's teething, and it hurts. And he's making sure quite vocally that everyone else knows it. Which is why his mum took him outside.
He's teething, and it hurts. And he's making sure quite vocally that everyone else knows it. Which is why his mum took him outside.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 09:34 pmdiamndcourtesan.livejournal.comIf you follow the sound of the humming, you might round a corner and chance upon a distractable young woman nursing a tea with Bailey's in.
Tea always tastes better with conversation, don't you agree?
Tea always tastes better with conversation, don't you agree?
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 09:35 pmjaded-jedi.livejournal.comSitting at the bar, Mara Jade Skywalker stares at her cup of caf, dressed in a robe and fluffly slippers. Someone couldn't sleep again. He doesn't exsist.
And a little ways over, sits Inyri Forge, eating a peice of rhyscate carefully, while scribbling something out on a datapad.
And a little ways over from her, is a former holostar, one Baroness Syal Fel is staring out at the exploding universe over her glass of wine.
Come and poke them. Yay poking.
And a little ways over, sits Inyri Forge, eating a peice of rhyscate carefully, while scribbling something out on a datapad.
And a little ways over from her, is a former holostar, one Baroness Syal Fel is staring out at the exploding universe over her glass of wine.
Come and poke them. Yay poking.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 09:44 pmaudieraines.livejournal.comAudrey's in the bar.
She's reading a book that she thinks must be from another world since she doesn't remember any war after 9/11 other than Afghanistan. The names aren't familiar either.
She's also grateful that Secretary of Defense Heller is nothing like Rumsfeld.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 09:52 pmmissginnytonic.livejournal.comGinny walks in to the bar.. she sits at a table looking around for someone she may know.. or someone that may just needs some one to talk to.. Know Ginny or just need some one to talk to.. feel free to chat her up..
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 10:00 pmspark-girl.livejournal.comAgatha's in the bar tonight. Realizing that a more efficient workspace might help her get more done, there are fewer notes and research materials on the table tonight.
However, the space has been filled with tools, various mechanical parts, and Agatha's latest creation. Aside from Dingbot Prime, who is helping her, they're mostly gathered around under the table, working on building a new friend.
However, the space has been filled with tools, various mechanical parts, and Agatha's latest creation. Aside from Dingbot Prime, who is helping her, they're mostly gathered around under the table, working on building a new friend.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 10:15 pmgonna_liveKaylee missed the part where Bar was deeply upset, which is why she doesn't really notice anything different when she comes in for a glass of lemonade and settles on the couch with a book.
And then Mike makes an announcement.
Kaylee's eyes widen.
Well.
That's a change.
And then Mike makes an announcement.
Kaylee's eyes widen.
Well.
That's a change.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 11:05 pmmogget_cat*On the floor before the fireplace, there is an Yrael lying out on his stomach, playing with his goddaughter. He has tied a white handkerchief to a cloth ball with a bell inside it, and is letting Edielweiss bat it around the floor. He chuckles, watching her pounce on it and tell it to Stay still, already!*
*He would have gotten a catnip ball, but then he and Edielweiss would have been fighting for the ball, and that would be bad.*
*Come chat and pet the cat who is currently engaged in battle against the ferocious ringing ball, her claws her only defense against its dreaded and deadly handkerchief weapon.*
*He would have gotten a catnip ball, but then he and Edielweiss would have been fighting for the ball, and that would be bad.*
*Come chat and pet the cat who is currently engaged in battle against the ferocious ringing ball, her claws her only defense against its dreaded and deadly handkerchief weapon.*
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 11:13 pme_delmar[OOM: Some time today, or yesterday, or maybe it don't really matter when it happened. Either way, there was Sallie, and there was River, and there was Ennis. And then there was some talkin' and some supper.]
So it happens to be that now, in the bar, there's an Ennis and there's a River. And it could be there's a slice of pie, too.
So it happens to be that now, in the bar, there's an Ennis and there's a River. And it could be there's a slice of pie, too.
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 11:22 pmhenry-jones-jr.livejournal.comIndy's broken ribs are still kinda debilitating. He can do most things, but 'tending seemed like a bit of a push. He's downstairs in the bar though, showing solidarity for Mike, or keeping a discreet eye on him, or something. If it gets too crowded, he'll help out. Yeah. That's it.
It is pretty crowded. But Mike's doing just fine.
So Indy is lazing back at a table, feet up on the opposite chair, enjoying a beer. And if he's feeling just a little bit proud of his protégé, who could blame him?
It is pretty crowded. But Mike's doing just fine.
So Indy is lazing back at a table, feet up on the opposite chair, enjoying a beer. And if he's feeling just a little bit proud of his protégé, who could blame him?
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Jun. 22nd, 2006 11:47 pmargyle_princessInsomnia is absolutely the pits.
Insomnia with a roommate who snores like a buzzsaw is...um, worse that the pits.
She decided to go look for a glass of water.
She found a bar.
Hannah Griffith is back.
Who else would own a pink argyle bathrobe?
Insomnia with a roommate who snores like a buzzsaw is...um, worse that the pits.
She decided to go look for a glass of water.
She found a bar.
Hannah Griffith is back.
Who else would own a pink argyle bathrobe?
