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shortofcrazy[OOM: Riley has had a very interesting four months. Warnings for stream-of-consciousness strangeness and abuse of Bloc Party lyrics.]
Jun. 24th, 2006
shortofcrazy
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Jun. 24th, 2006 01:14 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
treadingturds.livejournal.comSitting at the bar, is a crowd of people.
This crowd includes Mercutio and Valentine of Verona, sharing a decanter of wine. It includes Aeryn Sun, drinking quietly near the edge. It includes Richard Sharpe, Jack Harkness and Angelina Johnson, passing around a bottle of something strong. It includes Wes Janson, and... whatever it is he's drinking. And Jocasta Wiggs, who is quiet happy with her own wine, thank you very much.
They're well on their way to really rather squiffy.
Eight muns. Eight pups. Tag one, tag all. Just don't expect coherency.
Stormclouds on the horizon.
Jun. 24th, 2006 01:51 amprinceinexileThe storm coming is nothing physical; there is no rainclouds on the horizon, no rolling thunder in the distance. Just a boy, with a thermos of tea and the night sky. Seems peaceful. So does Zuko.
Too bad he's not.
He fingers the chain around his neck; his ring, his dog's charm. When does it stop hurting? When does he stop worrying? He finds no answers in the foreign constellations. So he drinks his tea, and thinks.
Too bad he's not.
He fingers the chain around his neck; his ring, his dog's charm. When does it stop hurting? When does he stop worrying? He finds no answers in the foreign constellations. So he drinks his tea, and thinks.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 01:53 ampuckishly.livejournal.com[OOM: After Parker gets dumped, he and Puck talk, which eventually leads to chemistry and rebound sex in the brothel.
... It's so not as seedy as it sounds.
Except when it is.
Afterwards, there is a discussion (of sorts) on the subject of Parker and his heartbreak. Featuring dramatic revelations and inexplicable leopard spots.]
... It's so not as seedy as it sounds.
Except when it is.
Afterwards, there is a discussion (of sorts) on the subject of Parker and his heartbreak. Featuring dramatic revelations and inexplicable leopard spots.]
watching_you[Just a quiet afternoon in Neptune. Veronica gets ready for her next big thing, and Keith doesn't believe in fairies Milliways. Oh well.]
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Jun. 24th, 2006 01:59 amkurosakiboy.livejournal.comIt is with an annoyed look that Ichigo wanders into the bar tonight. He wastes no time in making his way towards a booth out of the way, away from most people. It seems impossible to achieve total seclusion in this place, but he tries his best. It's not that he doesn't want company, but he's a bit rusty and wouldn't want to embarrass himself.
Lying his cloth-wrapped sword by his feet, Ichigo turns his attention to the item he has brought into the bar tonight. It's been a while, a long time really, but it feels good to have his guitar in his hands again. Hollow slaying and the like has been sapping most of his free time, but tonight he has managed to sneak away to Milliways, and on his way he spotted his electric guitar gathering dust, and figured 'Why not?'.
Once he has it tuned, Ichigo starts strumming a few chords experimentally. It's not long before he's got a sort of slow rhythm going, and he's even smiling. He may not have played in far too long, but he obviously hasn't gotten as bad as he feared. He plays softly, but the instrument has his full attention and he's getting back into the feel of it, the volume and confidence behind his playing soon growing.
Go ahead and bug at will.
Lying his cloth-wrapped sword by his feet, Ichigo turns his attention to the item he has brought into the bar tonight. It's been a while, a long time really, but it feels good to have his guitar in his hands again. Hollow slaying and the like has been sapping most of his free time, but tonight he has managed to sneak away to Milliways, and on his way he spotted his electric guitar gathering dust, and figured 'Why not?'.
Once he has it tuned, Ichigo starts strumming a few chords experimentally. It's not long before he's got a sort of slow rhythm going, and he's even smiling. He may not have played in far too long, but he obviously hasn't gotten as bad as he feared. He plays softly, but the instrument has his full attention and he's getting back into the feel of it, the volume and confidence behind his playing soon growing.
Go ahead and bug at will.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 02:15 amunderdarkangel.livejournal.comDrizzt is out by the lake this night. At first it is difficult for him to be here but he comes to relaize that she wouldn't want him to be sad.
So with that in mind Drizzt begins to run around the lake, his white hair flying in the wind behind him his eyes bright with an energy of life.
After a completeing a circut he comes to a sudden stop and unsheathes his blades begining a slow routine which he designed to keep him in shape for fighting orcs.
His blades strike high, then low, and continue in that fashion, attacking form every concievable angle.
Should he be approached he will of course stop to say hi.
So with that in mind Drizzt begins to run around the lake, his white hair flying in the wind behind him his eyes bright with an energy of life.
After a completeing a circut he comes to a sudden stop and unsheathes his blades begining a slow routine which he designed to keep him in shape for fighting orcs.
His blades strike high, then low, and continue in that fashion, attacking form every concievable angle.
Should he be approached he will of course stop to say hi.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 02:25 amuncommongardenr.livejournal.com[OOM: Millitimed to June 20th. After the events of the Midsummer Rising plot, Dickon and Mary have a conversation that does not go as well as either of them might have hoped.]
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Jun. 24th, 2006 03:46 amchildofourtimes.livejournal.comJimmy is feeling very cool today. Yes, he is. See that sprawl in the chair, the sunglasses, the feet on the table? Very cool indeed.
There's a bottle of Jack Daniels on the table, and a few glasses. Most of them used, but if you're not fussy about that sort of thing, feel free to come and share.
There's a bottle of Jack Daniels on the table, and a few glasses. Most of them used, but if you're not fussy about that sort of thing, feel free to come and share.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 09:04 amgoodbyesandusky.livejournal.comClive was back in the bar, filming again. It had been a while, and he felt like he was getting out of practice.
That and he was trying to distract himself again, now that the costumes for the fashion show were done and all that was left was to wait until everyone checked in with a good time to hold it.
Is he filming you? Probably, why don't you go ask him?
That and he was trying to distract himself again, now that the costumes for the fashion show were done and all that was left was to wait until everyone checked in with a good time to hold it.
Is he filming you? Probably, why don't you go ask him?
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Jun. 24th, 2006 09:07 amieatcorkscrews.livejournal.comWell would you look at that? There's a goddess in the bar, wearing an apron.
It was a fairly typical barbeque apron, the pockets shaped like oversized salt and pepper shakers, with 'kiss the cook' emblazoned across the chest.
She was situated in a booth, staring down a plate of cookies. They were corkscrew-shaped and appeared to be various kinds, all frosted with the same silvery-blue icing, apparently making them look as real as possible.
This confused her more than anything else, cookies were supposed to be bright colors and unnaturally festive.
Want to help her get rid of the evidence?
It was a fairly typical barbeque apron, the pockets shaped like oversized salt and pepper shakers, with 'kiss the cook' emblazoned across the chest.
She was situated in a booth, staring down a plate of cookies. They were corkscrew-shaped and appeared to be various kinds, all frosted with the same silvery-blue icing, apparently making them look as real as possible.
This confused her more than anything else, cookies were supposed to be bright colors and unnaturally festive.
Want to help her get rid of the evidence?
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Jun. 24th, 2006 11:32 ammollyprewett.livejournal.com[[OOM: An unseen storm brewing in the wizarding world prompts Molly to be called in for a talk with her Head of House.]]
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Jun. 24th, 2006 12:49 pmtragic_maskTake 1 muse of tragedy. Put by fire, curled into an armchair looking quite comfortable.
Add 1 good book (to taste) and 1/2 smoking cigarette.
Let simmer. May be served alone or with friends.
Add 1 good book (to taste) and 1/2 smoking cigarette.
Let simmer. May be served alone or with friends.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 01:10 pmnotjustananimal.livejournal.com"Bacon and eggs and... whad'you want, little guy?"
""Hungry?""
""Yes! 'cakes!""
"A short stack, lovely."
The food appears, along with a sippy cup of apple juice.
Hunter squeals. "" 'uice!""
"Thank you, Bar." Wolf strokes her surface before cutting the pancakes into Hunter-sized non-choking pieces. The bebe tries to grab some with his hands and gets gently pulled back from the food. "Here you go, pup." He zooms a forkful into Hunter's open mouth.
"" 'cakes!""
Nomnomnom goes the baby. Wolf munches on a slice of bacon.
""Hungry?""
""Yes! 'cakes!""
"A short stack, lovely."
The food appears, along with a sippy cup of apple juice.
Hunter squeals. "" 'uice!""
"Thank you, Bar." Wolf strokes her surface before cutting the pancakes into Hunter-sized non-choking pieces. The bebe tries to grab some with his hands and gets gently pulled back from the food. "Here you go, pup." He zooms a forkful into Hunter's open mouth.
"" 'cakes!""
Nomnomnom goes the baby. Wolf munches on a slice of bacon.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 01:13 pmiamnotstorm.livejournal.comSarah had once again gone on a book-leaving spree. There were a good dozen various tomes scattered around the bar, all with post-it notes on them declaring: 'free book!' or 'Read me!'
She was keeping an eye on them today, sitting at one of the small tables dealing herself a game of Bristol solitaire, she'd happily accept interruption however, and she'll teach you how to play if you ask.
She was keeping an eye on them today, sitting at one of the small tables dealing herself a game of Bristol solitaire, she'd happily accept interruption however, and she'll teach you how to play if you ask.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 01:18 pmgiftedthom.livejournal.com*Thom's seen other people doing this. Apparently it's normal. It looks . . . comfortable. Nice, even.
Today's his day. That's right: he's lying on the couch. He looks almost content.*
Today's his day. That's right: he's lying on the couch. He looks almost content.*
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Jun. 24th, 2006 01:19 pmdnaromantic.livejournal.comGreg Sanders is playing Tetris.
He's gotten to level twenty, and then his thumb slipped.
That explains his expression. (See icon.)
[I am way late for a barbecue. Yes, even though it is pouring. So I am gone, declaring slowtimes = love, and will return. ♥]
He's gotten to level twenty, and then his thumb slipped.
That explains his expression. (See icon.)
[I am way late for a barbecue. Yes, even though it is pouring. So I am gone, declaring slowtimes = love, and will return. ♥]
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Jun. 24th, 2006 01:27 pmpuckishly.livejournal.com[OOM: The merry wanderer of the night does a little wandering back home.
It might not be all that merry.]
It might not be all that merry.]
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Jun. 24th, 2006 01:47 pmalmost-arabian.livejournal.comLawrence is in the bar again, looking a little more rested and a little more contented.
He's also smoking a cigarette and eating a small plate of vegetables. This is, presumably, a good thing.
He's also smoking a cigarette and eating a small plate of vegetables. This is, presumably, a good thing.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 02:26 pmgorlim.livejournal.comThere's a slightly scruffy guy in a kilt sitting on a table near the observation window.
Watching the universe end and grinning.
Watching the universe end and grinning.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 02:29 pmbloody-awful.livejournal.comJohn comes wandering downstairs from his room (Room 999, for those keeping count), whistling and doing up his tie.
He sits down on his favorite barstool, and orders a pint from the Bar. A pint of perfectly poured Guinness appears, as well as an ashtray.
John pets the Bar. "Good to see you're feeling better, Sweetheart." And lights a cigarette.
Just another day in Milliways.
Yeah. right.
He sits down on his favorite barstool, and orders a pint from the Bar. A pint of perfectly poured Guinness appears, as well as an ashtray.
John pets the Bar. "Good to see you're feeling better, Sweetheart." And lights a cigarette.
Just another day in Milliways.
Yeah. right.
Wedding Reception
Jun. 24th, 2006 04:06 pmbloodyrockgod[OOM: The ceremony.]
And now for the fun part.
Now is the time when for celebrating. For dancing and laughing and congratulating.
Out by the lake there's tables and chairs and food, there's music and room to dance, and--what do you know--there's a newly married couple looking to share some happiness.
[ooc: usual party rules apply.]
And now for the fun part.
Now is the time when for celebrating. For dancing and laughing and congratulating.
Out by the lake there's tables and chairs and food, there's music and room to dance, and--what do you know--there's a newly married couple looking to share some happiness.
[ooc: usual party rules apply.]
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Jun. 24th, 2006 04:13 pmthe-woodpecker.livejournal.comHe's been avoiding the main bar, except to pass through it morning and night.
Nymphadora's even been the one to get the groceries from the kitchens, which resulted in an interesting dinner or two.
But he's there now, in the corner booth he sometimes favors when he's feeling antisocial. Which he is. Sketchbook's in front of him, almost defiantly placed where anyone can see it. Coffee (from home) is at his elbow.
Nymphadora's even been the one to get the groceries from the kitchens, which resulted in an interesting dinner or two.
But he's there now, in the corner booth he sometimes favors when he's feeling antisocial. Which he is. Sketchbook's in front of him, almost defiantly placed where anyone can see it. Coffee (from home) is at his elbow.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 04:13 pmshortofcrazy[OOM: It begins.]
Maybe you've seen Riley in the last few days. He has walked in, realized that he is standing in Milliways, and walked right back out numerous times. Today, though, today is a good day. A good day. And so when he shoves the apartment door open and yells, "I want pork lo mei--" and then stops in his tracks when it's not the apartment, he doesn't immediately leave. In fact, he pauses in the door, looks around, then makes his way to the Bar, shrugging off his jacket and pushing his glasses up his nose.
"Pork lo mein, please, Bar," he says, and a plate of Chinese food appears. Riley digs in.
He is quietly content. It's not the raucous glee that it might have been otherwise, but still. Good job.
[And I am being forced to go. Will be back later to pick up slowtimes.]
Maybe you've seen Riley in the last few days. He has walked in, realized that he is standing in Milliways, and walked right back out numerous times. Today, though, today is a good day. A good day. And so when he shoves the apartment door open and yells, "I want pork lo mei--" and then stops in his tracks when it's not the apartment, he doesn't immediately leave. In fact, he pauses in the door, looks around, then makes his way to the Bar, shrugging off his jacket and pushing his glasses up his nose.
"Pork lo mein, please, Bar," he says, and a plate of Chinese food appears. Riley digs in.
He is quietly content. It's not the raucous glee that it might have been otherwise, but still. Good job.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 04:30 pmbohemian-mark.livejournal.comThe door opens, and conversation can be heard behind it. "Listen, Adam. I'm dealing with adventures in babysitting. ... What do you mean, that's an old movie... No. I'm not going to ask. Just, listen, take care of stuff. I'll be back in a few hours." Mark walks into the bar with a squirmy six-month-old in his arms. Anyone care to boggle?
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Jun. 24th, 2006 04:34 pmjackdriscoll.livejournal.comJack is seated at a booth, looking unshaven, tired, and determined. Why determined? He's writing. He may just be writing "The press sucks" over and over again using more descriptive words, or he may be writing a story--which essentially says "The press sucks" in narrative terms.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 04:43 pmdr-mckay.livejournal.comCoffee coffee coffee. Rodney McKay needs coffee. Needs it strong and soon.
"Coffee," is what he orders, fingers tapping impatiently.
Especially necessary if the mission does go ahead in a few days, as planned. Really vital. Because soon he might not have coffee ever again.
So. Coffee. He can be wonderfully simple at times.
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[OOC: Contains NC-17 material, read comments at own risk. ;)]
"Coffee," is what he orders, fingers tapping impatiently.
Especially necessary if the mission does go ahead in a few days, as planned. Really vital. Because soon he might not have coffee ever again.
So. Coffee. He can be wonderfully simple at times.
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[OOC: Contains NC-17 material, read comments at own risk. ;)]
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Jun. 24th, 2006 05:26 pmbeyond-therest.livejournal.comI'm walking pretty quickly, but not running because that would just look suspicious. I'm only about four blocks away to begin with. She deserved it. Trust me. I might have had the upper hand to begin with, but either way she was the one left on the ground.
She never really changes, obviously. Wendy turns the corner, unaware of where it's leads to. Well, of coarse, she ends up in Milliways. However, she has been gone for a while, so it was unexpected. She comes in the door and says nothing at all. She just takes a booth, drops her bag on the table, and lights up a new cigarette.
Come bother.
She never really changes, obviously. Wendy turns the corner, unaware of where it's leads to. Well, of coarse, she ends up in Milliways. However, she has been gone for a while, so it was unexpected. She comes in the door and says nothing at all. She just takes a booth, drops her bag on the table, and lights up a new cigarette.
Come bother.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 05:42 pmasmokeanddrink.livejournal.comYou could say I'm lazy or a waste of life or just another menace to society. I really don't care, you know. I just do my job. Unfortunately, my job is gone. When I am not doing my job, I'm sleeping. When I'm not sleeping, I'm watching tv. And during all of those, I'm guaranteed to be drinking or smoking or both. Expect for the sleeping cause really that's just asking for a fucking fire or a big spill of perfectly good alcohol. Anyways, the point is that I am a bastard.
Even though, I'm not alive, I am here. I still need attention. I don't have any powers and I can't do cartwheels or fly or prance around in a costume. I could prance around in a costume, but then I would really have to kill myself...again. So, maybe even a gesture would be nice. Hell, I'd settle for being given the middle finger. I'm in the corner.
Even though, I'm not alive, I am here. I still need attention. I don't have any powers and I can't do cartwheels or fly or prance around in a costume. I could prance around in a costume, but then I would really have to kill myself...again. So, maybe even a gesture would be nice. Hell, I'd settle for being given the middle finger. I'm in the corner.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 06:22 pmpuckishly.livejournal.comIt is significantly longer than two hours before Puck wanders downstairs, in jeans and one of Havelock's too-long shirts. A small, brilliant ruby is being tossed from hand to hand.
He is sore, but trying valiantly not to look it.
He is sore, but trying valiantly not to look it.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 06:24 pmgone_byebyeRay's settled at a well-lit table not too far from the main Bar. He's got what's either lunch or dinner- hard to tell, the way he eats. 'course, he's ignoring the food anyway. His holocomputer is out and he's frowning thoughtfully at an insanely complicated set of schematics hovering several inches above the device. Periodically he touches part of the plans and they rotate through several degrees to present a new angle.
They generally don't make much sense from the new angles, either, but he certainly seems engrossed by them.
They generally don't make much sense from the new angles, either, but he certainly seems engrossed by them.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 06:34 pmtrulypurrfect.livejournal.comThere's a woman at the bar in a red dress, sipping a gin and tonic.
She crosses her legs at the knee, and it's quite probable that you notice. She's just that kind of woman.
Now what's a dame like that doing in a place like this?
Well, maybe you should ask her yourself.
She crosses her legs at the knee, and it's quite probable that you notice. She's just that kind of woman.
Now what's a dame like that doing in a place like this?
Well, maybe you should ask her yourself.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 07:13 pmunderwater-owl.livejournal.comOne would think it would be easier, visiting this place, knowing your most dangerous acquaintance here was well and truly gone. Somehow, however, it wasn't.
Random is reclining on a couch, contemplating the fact that his brother really isn't here any more, and wondering what it changes.
Not much, apparently.
Random is reclining on a couch, contemplating the fact that his brother really isn't here any more, and wondering what it changes.
Not much, apparently.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 08:01 pmlvpd_sidleSara is in the bar. Nothing unusual about that.
A cheerful Sara coming into the bar is rare, however.
She'll probably tell the source of her cheerfulness. She may even buy the drinks.
A cheerful Sara coming into the bar is rare, however.
She'll probably tell the source of her cheerfulness. She may even buy the drinks.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 08:12 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/Jack looks ready to murder someone. A particular someone, really.
But odds are high it isn't you, so if you're not intimidated by the horrible glare he's directing at his water, or by the way his fingers are clenched tight on the chain he's still wearing, you'll probably be fine.
But odds are high it isn't you, so if you're not intimidated by the horrible glare he's directing at his water, or by the way his fingers are clenched tight on the chain he's still wearing, you'll probably be fine.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 08:23 pmbloody-awful.livejournal.com......Aaaaand John once again wanders downstairs, doing up his tie, whistling. Grinning like a pig. He has not showered.
Sits at his barstool, orders a beer and lights a cigarette.
Sits at his barstool, orders a beer and lights a cigarette.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 09:25 pmyoung_tmriddleThings have been much better lately for Tom Riddle. No Blodwen, so his house is back to its normal running. He's kept the House of Arch painting charmed - he's grown rather fond of the dogs.
The day after Blodwen's downfall, Galatea made her way home, unharmed if a bit confused. Owl post is up and flying again.
But of course, the best part of all is the fact that he is not what he thought he was. Knowing your soul is not only intact but rather special, can put a smile on one's face.
So after Charlie and Darien's wedding, Tom gets a scotch, gives Bar a fond pat, and finds a table.
The day after Blodwen's downfall, Galatea made her way home, unharmed if a bit confused. Owl post is up and flying again.
But of course, the best part of all is the fact that he is not what he thought he was. Knowing your soul is not only intact but rather special, can put a smile on one's face.
So after Charlie and Darien's wedding, Tom gets a scotch, gives Bar a fond pat, and finds a table.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 09:39 pmnotsoyoung.livejournal.comHe's wearing a nice, smart suit - not the suit in the icon, but a nice one. Sitting revising the notes he's written on pieces of card that he tucks into his pocket.
Okay, so he has stuff to do tonight. So he's just passing the time by reading a book.
Paradise Lost, again. Big shock.
Okay, so he has stuff to do tonight. So he's just passing the time by reading a book.
Paradise Lost, again. Big shock.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 10:03 pmbadinlatin[OOM: This morning, Simon, Kaylee, and River prepare for a busy day on Beaumonde. Then they part ways. At the end of that day, somebody comes to pick up Simon and River.
Somebody who isn't Malcolm Reynolds.
Serenity springs into action. (And inaction.) Mal makes a call, and goes to talk to Kaylee.
And then River and Simon wake up.]
Somebody who isn't Malcolm Reynolds.
Serenity springs into action. (And inaction.) Mal makes a call, and goes to talk to Kaylee.
And then River and Simon wake up.]
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Jun. 24th, 2006 10:35 pmgonna_liveWhen Kaylee steps into Milliways, it's with the full intention of letting people know what's happened -- there are people here who know Simon and River, who will want to know what's happened, and Kaylee doesn't even know where to begin.
And if she has to tell them --
She's standing by the bar. Her eyes flick up to the notice board. Maybe that's the way to do it -- post a sign. She rests a hand on the Bar, asks quietly for a pen and a piece of paper, picks up the pen, and stops --
Simon and River Tam got picked up by the Alliance.
Simon and River Tam are gone for the foreseeable future.
Simon and River Tam might be dead.
-- how do you say that? How can you write that?
And how does writing it not make it real?
Kaylee stands there, frozen, at the bar, pen in hand.
And if she has to tell them --
She's standing by the bar. Her eyes flick up to the notice board. Maybe that's the way to do it -- post a sign. She rests a hand on the Bar, asks quietly for a pen and a piece of paper, picks up the pen, and stops --
Simon and River Tam got picked up by the Alliance.
Simon and River Tam are gone for the foreseeable future.
Simon and River Tam might be dead.
-- how do you say that? How can you write that?
And how does writing it not make it real?
Kaylee stands there, frozen, at the bar, pen in hand.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 10:58 pmredsnout.livejournal.comRaptor Red has found herself in the bar yet again, and has made herself comfortable near the fireplace. The raptor picks a hunk of meat idly, but most of her attention is on watching the other bar patrons. Judging from her posture, she's at ease and feeling friendly tonight-but getting too close to her meal still might not be a good idea.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 11:20 pmwyrd-fox.livejournal.comConsider if you will - a four-tail kitsune. He is moving through Milliways with a bit more purposefulness in his gait.
Foxtrot feels something in the air tonight. Maybe it's the news he's been waiting for. And he's on the look out for the God of Geeks to confirm.
Foxtrot feels something in the air tonight. Maybe it's the news he's been waiting for. And he's on the look out for the God of Geeks to confirm.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 11:23 pmgoinghost.livejournal.comIt took some cajoling, but eventually Sam convinced Danny to bring her to the bar.
A fact that he was not happy with, and had him searching the bar for women in white in a paranoid fashion the second they got in through the door.
The eerie green of the Ghost Zone shimmered behind them for a second, until Danny closed the door.
"Right. So, here's the bar. I don't suppose I can convince you to go home now?" he said faintly, going human again.
A fact that he was not happy with, and had him searching the bar for women in white in a paranoid fashion the second they got in through the door.
The eerie green of the Ghost Zone shimmered behind them for a second, until Danny closed the door.
"Right. So, here's the bar. I don't suppose I can convince you to go home now?" he said faintly, going human again.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 11:23 pmanthy-rosebride.livejournal.com[OOM, millitimed to last night. Gramarye summed it up:
You never know who you will find in the greenhouse, some nights.
It can be a very mind-altering experience -- not just for you, but for your closest friends.
Even if the results don't quite turn out as expected, there's always some important lesson to be learned, in the end.]
You never know who you will find in the greenhouse, some nights.
It can be a very mind-altering experience -- not just for you, but for your closest friends.
Even if the results don't quite turn out as expected, there's always some important lesson to be learned, in the end.]
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Jun. 24th, 2006 11:37 pmrigthegames.livejournal.comMuch to Sands’ displeasure, there’s a cat purring happily at his feet. All attempts to cunningly push it away with his toes are just making it purr louder. Curses.
Sighing, he lights up a cigarette and takes a long drag. His feet shift and- oh whoops- Orion yowls loudly as his tail is trod on.
Sands smirks, leaning back against the wall with his eyes fixed on where a door should be but isn’t.
[ooc: All threads millitimed to before Satan's.]
Sighing, he lights up a cigarette and takes a long drag. His feet shift and- oh whoops- Orion yowls loudly as his tail is trod on.
Sands smirks, leaning back against the wall with his eyes fixed on where a door should be but isn’t.
[ooc: All threads millitimed to before Satan's.]
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Jun. 24th, 2006 11:41 pmsteadfastknightKitt had remained in the bar for weeks now. That was simply how things had gone. He'd weathered the salty and watery food and now he had to wonder what had changed - except that he thought he knew.
At least he'd bothered to dress before coming downstairs. But this time, he'd had to come downstairs. Sending down for food only lasted so long.
At least he'd bothered to dress before coming downstairs. But this time, he'd had to come downstairs. Sending down for food only lasted so long.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 11:41 pmdoc-venkman.livejournal.comPeter was in the bar. Fully suited up, pack all ready and raring to go.
Game face on.
Looking all set to get down and boogie with Operation Kick Peck's Ass, and Get One Back for Ray.
Currently sitting at a table impatiently.
Game face on.
Looking all set to get down and boogie with Operation Kick Peck's Ass, and Get One Back for Ray.
Currently sitting at a table impatiently.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 11:42 pmk_in_blackK's at a booth by the bar, completing the last steps on a systems check of his scanner and Series 4 Deatomizer. Because an MiB must be ready for anything.
And, who knows, something might be happening this very night...
And, who knows, something might be happening this very night...
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Jun. 24th, 2006 11:45 pmlt-naraht.livejournal.comNaraht's at his usual table. There is a plate of mostly eaten granite in front of him, but his attention is more focused on fine tuning his phaser.
The Horta's ready for a little action. He's hoping tonight's the night.
The Horta's ready for a little action. He's hoping tonight's the night.
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Jun. 24th, 2006 11:47 pmwyrd-fox.livejournal.com[OOM: Foxtrot X-Ray plays herald for Ray Stantz and delivers an ultimatum to the head honcho of Foliage Census. Rated "U" for uncomfortable and reproductively penalizing demands.]
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Jun. 24th, 2006 11:47 pmprecocioustilda.livejournal.comOh look, 'tis a Matilda. She's carrying her usual bag, and something - perhaps a feeling, perhaps just whimsy - has prompted her to repack it. Thus it is that she has an ample supply of notebooks (three), origami paper (a stack at least three inches in height), and explosives (you don't even want to know).
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Jun. 24th, 2006 11:54 pmblond-w-brain.livejournal.comPair of Spengers in the bar, chatting animatedly, preparing for something. There's a third figure with them, this one lurking in shadows in a way that seems to indicate the shadows are conspiring with the lurking.
Why does the blonde one have a flute?
Why does the blonde one have a flute?
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Jun. 24th, 2006 11:54 pmgone_byebyeRay is settled by the door-
No. No, that's not right. Settled implies that he's sitting calmly, and he's not. He's uncharacteristically tense. Normally if he's anticipating something he fairly vibrates in place, and right now he's... still. Absolutely, totally still, as he faces the door.
At least until it opens and re-admits Foxtrot X-Ray from his mission of earlier. Then Ray springs to his feet, crossing the space to the kitsune in two strides. There is murmuring, and conferring, and then Ray nods. "Right," he says, and looks around.
Ah. There.
Ray leaps up onto one of the tables and announces to all and sundry, "Excuse me! Excuse me, please! .... thank you.... Those of you who're aware of some unfortunate action on the part of some extremely unpleasant government agencies in my world may be interested to know that the gauntlet's been thrown down. Foliage Census reacted almost exactly the way we expected, so- it's time to go bust us some heads."
The wait-rats are looking at him as if they would dearly love to chew his ankles off, so he offers a weak, "Thank you," and climbs back down again.
No. No, that's not right. Settled implies that he's sitting calmly, and he's not. He's uncharacteristically tense. Normally if he's anticipating something he fairly vibrates in place, and right now he's... still. Absolutely, totally still, as he faces the door.
At least until it opens and re-admits Foxtrot X-Ray from his mission of earlier. Then Ray springs to his feet, crossing the space to the kitsune in two strides. There is murmuring, and conferring, and then Ray nods. "Right," he says, and looks around.
Ah. There.
Ray leaps up onto one of the tables and announces to all and sundry, "Excuse me! Excuse me, please! .... thank you.... Those of you who're aware of some unfortunate action on the part of some extremely unpleasant government agencies in my world may be interested to know that the gauntlet's been thrown down. Foliage Census reacted almost exactly the way we expected, so- it's time to go bust us some heads."
The wait-rats are looking at him as if they would dearly love to chew his ankles off, so he offers a weak, "Thank you," and climbs back down again.
