Jul. 1st, 2006
Goodbye to Milliways
Jul. 1st, 2006 12:45 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
fairest1.livejournal.comSnow stands by the door, looking around Milliways. It's been a long two years; she's been through a lot.
Looking over to where Bigby, Wade and Millie have assembled at the door with their luggage, she beams. She's gained a lot, too. Even with everything she's been through, it's all been worth it.
They open the door and look out on the familiar stretch of greenery that they've visited a few times before. Pausing in the doorway a moment, they just enjoy the fresh air before they finally step through. Snow ruffles Millie's fur and gives Wade a nudge to let him know it's okay to fly around as high as he wishes. Bigby's arm is warm around her waist as they pick up their bags and step through to their own stretch of paradise.
Looking over to where Bigby, Wade and Millie have assembled at the door with their luggage, she beams. She's gained a lot, too. Even with everything she's been through, it's all been worth it.
They open the door and look out on the familiar stretch of greenery that they've visited a few times before. Pausing in the doorway a moment, they just enjoy the fresh air before they finally step through. Snow ruffles Millie's fur and gives Wade a nudge to let him know it's okay to fly around as high as he wishes. Bigby's arm is warm around her waist as they pick up their bags and step through to their own stretch of paradise.
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Jul. 1st, 2006 02:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
q_in_training[OOM: A chance encounter on Colony Place.
Except, well. This is Neptune. Like they say, nothing happens here by accident.]
Except, well. This is Neptune. Like they say, nothing happens here by accident.]
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Jul. 1st, 2006 03:57 amgorlim.livejournal.com[OOM: A passing strange - Now alive again, Gorlim starts to remember pieces of his pre-war past. He dances with a ghost, and Namo reveals her name...]
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Jul. 1st, 2006 09:33 ammollyprewett.livejournal.comMolly had been grateful last night when Hank had come to check on Cain, and told her she could sleep in the bed beside Cain's in the infirmary, instead of in a chair.
She's awake now, and singing quietly to Cain while she makes a list of things that she will need to pack and to do once Cain is well and she can go back home.
She left a note with the bar for their friends yesterday, so if anyone is looking for them, they know where they can be found. Feel free to come in and talk...
She's awake now, and singing quietly to Cain while she makes a list of things that she will need to pack and to do once Cain is well and she can go back home.
She left a note with the bar for their friends yesterday, so if anyone is looking for them, they know where they can be found. Feel free to come in and talk...
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Jul. 1st, 2006 12:18 pmblue-star-badge.livejournal.comAdric innabar, Spoon-less today, though still with his apron, drying his hands on the hem of it, so likely he'd just finished washing dishes for the time being.
G'on and talk to him, his one good friend's left and he's always up to meeting new people.
G'on and talk to him, his one good friend's left and he's always up to meeting new people.
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Jul. 1st, 2006 02:29 pmalways-a-liar.livejournal.comOut of Milliways:
The stress of the last few days takes its toll on Ishamael as he loses it. Shelley has the distinct misfortune to encounter the deranged Prince of the Dark.
[OOC: Warnings for gore, violence, and the stuff of nightmares. Val would probably term these Ben and Jerry's and Jagermeister threads.]
The stress of the last few days takes its toll on Ishamael as he loses it. Shelley has the distinct misfortune to encounter the deranged Prince of the Dark.
[OOC: Warnings for gore, violence, and the stuff of nightmares. Val would probably term these Ben and Jerry's and Jagermeister threads.]
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Jul. 1st, 2006 02:50 pmlvpd_sidle[OOM: Sara and Greg head to the lab after their date. Rated C for cute and I for inquisitive colleagues.]
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Jul. 1st, 2006 03:05 pmthe-woodpecker.livejournal.com[ooc: Calm before the storm. Rated A for Adult Activities, for Casting Aspersions, and for Awesome. Definitely not worksafe.]
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Jul. 1st, 2006 03:28 pmjedizekk.livejournal.com[OOM: Much to his dislike, Zekk is forced to bring Aeryn to Csilla. Closed quaters are totally not their friend. Rated A for lots of arguing!]
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Jul. 1st, 2006 03:36 pmsullen-seeker.livejournal.com[Millitimed to the day after Black Sunday:
The war drums are getting louder
and soon the whole world
will resound to the beat of that timpani.]
The war drums are getting louder
and soon the whole world
will resound to the beat of that timpani.]
Sunny days...
Jul. 1st, 2006 05:12 pmeight_or_elevenIt's a beautiful sunny summer day out by the lake, and Strength is taking the time out of her [OK it's not really busy, but...] schedual to go for a swim in the lake.
She's wearing a sun-printed black bikini that shows off her figure as well as allows onlookers to see something they haven't seen before: a black lion's pawprint upon her left breast. Her tattoo. Mark of who she is.
And speaking of lions her companion is pacing up and down the shore of the lake, agitated, tail lashing from side to side.
"Oh come on in," Strength says on a laugh. "The water's lovely."
I would rather not, if it is all the same to you.
"You're missing out..."
It is not "missing out" for a cat to shun water, no matter how inviting.
"Not all cats dislike water," a new voice says.
Wheel's
She's a jaguar today, with a rather interesting spot pattern. Each rosette is shaped like a wagon wheel, a concession of sorts to her name.
"Jaguars relish a dip in cool water."
And to demonstrate, she walks right into the lake and begins to swim about.
I am still not going in.
But you can join in. Make it a kind of Milli lake party of sorts. :D
She's wearing a sun-printed black bikini that shows off her figure as well as allows onlookers to see something they haven't seen before: a black lion's pawprint upon her left breast. Her tattoo. Mark of who she is.
And speaking of lions her companion is pacing up and down the shore of the lake, agitated, tail lashing from side to side.
"Oh come on in," Strength says on a laugh. "The water's lovely."
I would rather not, if it is all the same to you.
"You're missing out..."
It is not "missing out" for a cat to shun water, no matter how inviting.
"Not all cats dislike water," a new voice says.
Wheel's
She's a jaguar today, with a rather interesting spot pattern. Each rosette is shaped like a wagon wheel, a concession of sorts to her name.
"Jaguars relish a dip in cool water."
And to demonstrate, she walks right into the lake and begins to swim about.
I am still not going in.
But you can join in. Make it a kind of Milli lake party of sorts. :D
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Jul. 1st, 2006 06:07 pmpuckishly.livejournal.com[OOC: I'm bringin' home a baby bumblebee Gabriel ...
After bargaining with Melkor for Gabriel, Puck brings Havelock the little bundle of joy.
Warnings for whitetexted Yeats, startling domesticity, and motherly Puck.]
After bargaining with Melkor for Gabriel, Puck brings Havelock the little bundle of joy.
Warnings for whitetexted Yeats, startling domesticity, and motherly Puck.]
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Jul. 1st, 2006 06:27 pmnita_callahanIt's Saturday evening, it's summer vacation, there's no work for the moment . . .
Nita's at the bar, sipping lemon soda, and looking decidedly chipper.
[ooc: Some important info on Nita.]
Nita's at the bar, sipping lemon soda, and looking decidedly chipper.
[ooc: Some important info on Nita.]
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Jul. 1st, 2006 06:42 pmjackdriscoll.livejournal.comJack is at the bar with a beer and a notepad. Three guesses what he's doing with that notepad. If "writing" is not one of them, you lose.
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Jul. 1st, 2006 06:52 pmdragonofgrey.livejournal.comIt's Saturday, and who's this descending down the stairs looking rather full of himself?
Well, granted, Draco usually looks like that.
Wizard robes as usual, but what the? Was that a T-shirt underneath? Yes, yes it was, and prominently displayed too.
He stopped over at the bar for some food. His order came up, along with a book. How odd. He casually flipped through it, finding the section on Gemini Man, and read that:
"...And even born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Gemini might be overshadowed by circumstances or other siblings --whatever the case, he feels he must therefore *make* good in life. And he usually does so, first and foremost, by creating a bit of buzz about himself, as any self-respecting native of this mutable air sign should, relying on bravado where pure bravery doesn't exist, employing a bit of Mercury' merry-trickster affection and artifice, in short, putting on a good show..."
Well, some of it did seem true enough he supposed. Who wants to be brave anyway? They're idiots.
He blinked at the references to Robin Hood, Puck, and Peter Pan. WTF?
And a later passage almost made him blast the book with a Reducto. For one, it suggested he liked to sleep around. Bloody laugh there. But an even later passage?
"...In fact, there's a strong bisexual streak in all straight Gemini men, if only a purely mental disposition..."
Major WTF??
Well, granted, Draco usually looks like that.
Wizard robes as usual, but what the? Was that a T-shirt underneath? Yes, yes it was, and prominently displayed too.
He stopped over at the bar for some food. His order came up, along with a book. How odd. He casually flipped through it, finding the section on Gemini Man, and read that:
"...And even born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Gemini might be overshadowed by circumstances or other siblings --whatever the case, he feels he must therefore *make* good in life. And he usually does so, first and foremost, by creating a bit of buzz about himself, as any self-respecting native of this mutable air sign should, relying on bravado where pure bravery doesn't exist, employing a bit of Mercury' merry-trickster affection and artifice, in short, putting on a good show..."
Well, some of it did seem true enough he supposed. Who wants to be brave anyway? They're idiots.
He blinked at the references to Robin Hood, Puck, and Peter Pan. WTF?
And a later passage almost made him blast the book with a Reducto. For one, it suggested he liked to sleep around. Bloody laugh there. But an even later passage?
"...In fact, there's a strong bisexual streak in all straight Gemini men, if only a purely mental disposition..."
Major WTF??
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Jul. 1st, 2006 07:01 pmgone_byebyeA hole opens in the ceiling not far from the door, and a brass pole appears. There's a screeeTHUNK! as Ray makes his entrance. "You know, I never get tired of that," he says to no one in particular as pole and hole alike vanish. "Bar? Big bowl of something in the whole-wheat macaroni family, please. I've got a three dimensional representation of a nineteen dimensional power concept to render and that kind of thing calls for a lot of complex carbohydrates."
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Jul. 1st, 2006 07:25 pmmilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comThe doctors haven't cleared him to leave the infirmary yet, but it's not as if he has to take orders from them- and anyway, he's pretty sure the metabolism kicked in last night while he was sleeping. He woke up this morning without a speck of difficulty breathing. Thus, Wells is in the Bar again, looking as fit and healthy as he's ever been.
A little pissed off, maybe, since neither his wife nor Cooper will let him look at the papers they all went to so much trouble to get- but other than that he's good. Conversation would probably help.
A little pissed off, maybe, since neither his wife nor Cooper will let him look at the papers they all went to so much trouble to get- but other than that he's good. Conversation would probably help.
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Jul. 1st, 2006 07:55 pmtwoeyesonthesky.livejournal.comQuinn was outside earlier, taking Ross out for a round of exercise to tire the stallion out, when he saw it: the faintly shimmering place just under the trees ahead. That would be where the way back to his world was going to open, if he kept moving forward.
It was time.
He's in the Bar now, having made the appropriate arrangements to get Lando's pallet of meds and weaponry out to where it would require minimal effort to move, and he's retrieved the Riddles' box from Bar. Ross's saddlebags are packed, and everything else- seeds, supplies, living plants, goats, etc.- is outside, safely sequestered and ready to go. Now he's just waiting for Creedy and any others who might still be willing to go.
He's gonna miss this place.
It was time.
He's in the Bar now, having made the appropriate arrangements to get Lando's pallet of meds and weaponry out to where it would require minimal effort to move, and he's retrieved the Riddles' box from Bar. Ross's saddlebags are packed, and everything else- seeds, supplies, living plants, goats, etc.- is outside, safely sequestered and ready to go. Now he's just waiting for Creedy and any others who might still be willing to go.
He's gonna miss this place.
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Jul. 1st, 2006 08:08 pmways-lust.livejournal.comLust walks into the bar. She's been doing this a lot, with two footlockers that (to those with extra-sensitive hearing) slosh quietly. When she sets them down, they sound heavy but she seems to have no trouble carrying them.
She pauses at the bar this time around and orders a cup of coffee and receives it with thanks.
She pauses at the bar this time around and orders a cup of coffee and receives it with thanks.
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Jul. 1st, 2006 08:58 pmstuck-mynock.livejournal.comThere's a hooded figure sneaking through the bar, over to the noticeboard. He looks right, looks left, up and down, and pulls his hood further over his face, before raising two pieces of flimsi, one with writing in scrawled Aurebesh that's almost impossible to read, and one in far neater English.
He looks to both sides again, and shiftily nails them both to the noticeboard with a knife.
Beat.
After a little bit of muttering and some odd noises, the hooded figure decides that that's a tiny bit too melodramatic, and so takes the knife away and uses some blue-tac in his pocket to attach them to the board instead. Much better.
( The notice. )
Satisfied, the figure heads away, tripping over his long cloak as he does so, and cursing vehemently before dashing up the stairs.
He looks to both sides again, and shiftily nails them both to the noticeboard with a knife.
Beat.
After a little bit of muttering and some odd noises, the hooded figure decides that that's a tiny bit too melodramatic, and so takes the knife away and uses some blue-tac in his pocket to attach them to the board instead. Much better.
( The notice. )
Satisfied, the figure heads away, tripping over his long cloak as he does so, and cursing vehemently before dashing up the stairs.
Three Pups! One Post!
Jul. 1st, 2006 09:14 pmfemale-were.livejournal.comThree very different people are in the bar tonight. Spread out, because they don't know each other.
Raina is curled up in a booth, knees up to her chest and slightly resting on the table in front of her. There's a magazine resting on her knees, because it creates the perfect resting spot for the magazine. There are two plates sitting on her table. One is empty except for small traces of blood; steak: 0 Raina: 1. The second one is smaller and has green things(lettuce) on it. Green things(lettuce) I say! The green things(lettuce) have red things(tomato) and other green things(cucumber) with it. All of this odd food has a light vinegar dressing on it. The smaller plate is slowly being munched on as she reads through her magazine, though she wouldn't object to company.
- - -
Over by the fire, in a comfy chair, sits a man. This man has long white hair that has been pulled into a ponytail. Said ponytail has taken up one arm of the chair, and trailed a little towards the floor. Said man is dressed in black clothing and not that horrible, itchy general uniform he's known for wearing. Oh, right should probably give the name of said man, Kunzite.
He might be up for conversation, or confrontation. Pending on who you are and if he knowshas history with you.
- - -
Our third man is out by the lake. And by the sword work and way he fades in and out of shadow as he moves he should need no introduction. But we'll give one anyway. Doyle is practicing sword work out by the lake. A small sheen of sweat can be caught by moonlight, and tells that he's been out here for a while.
Come out and watch, or strike up conversation. You'd be amazed at his multi-tasking skills!
[please make sure to say which you are tagging. And blame any weirdness in the intros on Monster Energy]
Raina is curled up in a booth, knees up to her chest and slightly resting on the table in front of her. There's a magazine resting on her knees, because it creates the perfect resting spot for the magazine. There are two plates sitting on her table. One is empty except for small traces of blood; steak: 0 Raina: 1. The second one is smaller and has green things(lettuce) on it. Green things(lettuce) I say! The green things(lettuce) have red things(tomato) and other green things(cucumber) with it. All of this odd food has a light vinegar dressing on it. The smaller plate is slowly being munched on as she reads through her magazine, though she wouldn't object to company.
- - -
Over by the fire, in a comfy chair, sits a man. This man has long white hair that has been pulled into a ponytail. Said ponytail has taken up one arm of the chair, and trailed a little towards the floor. Said man is dressed in black clothing and not that horrible, itchy general uniform he's known for wearing. Oh, right should probably give the name of said man, Kunzite.
He might be up for conversation, or confrontation. Pending on who you are and if he knowshas history with you.
- - -
Our third man is out by the lake. And by the sword work and way he fades in and out of shadow as he moves he should need no introduction. But we'll give one anyway. Doyle is practicing sword work out by the lake. A small sheen of sweat can be caught by moonlight, and tells that he's been out here for a while.
Come out and watch, or strike up conversation. You'd be amazed at his multi-tasking skills!
[please make sure to say which you are tagging. And blame any weirdness in the intros on Monster Energy]
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Jul. 1st, 2006 09:22 pmnecessary_childSam enters the Bar from his flat. It's hot and sticky and humid and so damn still in London today, so tiny breezes surround him to keep him cool. Magic has its uses. So he settles in a booth with his dinner- why cook for yourself when your bedroom door can open into a place serving the best food since Heaven?- and idly flips through a newspaper.
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Jul. 1st, 2006 09:23 pmlvpd_sidleThe door opens and a little girl walks in.
Her nose is buried in a book so she doesn't see her surroundings for a moment.
When she looks up, she is very surprised.
"What--where am I?"
Say hello to Milliways, Sara Sidle.
[ooc: This is a wee!Sara, age 8. Grown!Sara does not yet remember finding Milliways before. Have fun. :D]
Her nose is buried in a book so she doesn't see her surroundings for a moment.
When she looks up, she is very surprised.
"What--where am I?"
Say hello to Milliways, Sara Sidle.
[ooc: This is a wee!Sara, age 8. Grown!Sara does not yet remember finding Milliways before. Have fun. :D]
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Jul. 1st, 2006 09:30 pmyuppie-trash.livejournal.comCup of coffee (Coffea Arabica, he hoped that the beans were handpicked in Ethiopia by children while supervised by that woman who tells you that for pennies a day you too can save a child. For the price of a cup of coffee!) in a waxy cardboard cup untouched to the left.
To the right, open newspaper (This Single European Act, passed by leaders of European countries. A common market, in Europe? A union? No, it wouldn't take.) and while he reads there is a snide laugh at something he might find hilariously funny.
To the right, open newspaper (This Single European Act, passed by leaders of European countries. A common market, in Europe? A union? No, it wouldn't take.) and while he reads there is a snide laugh at something he might find hilariously funny.
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Jul. 1st, 2006 09:46 pmrighthandwoman.livejournal.comZoe walks into the bar, Naomi in her sling.
Nothing unusual there, but there's a tense alertness to her that might suggest this isn't a run-of-the-mill visit to the bar.
She ends up at a table with a clear view of the door, glancing toward it often. If it seems as if she's waiting for something, that would be because she is.
Nothing unusual there, but there's a tense alertness to her that might suggest this isn't a run-of-the-mill visit to the bar.
She ends up at a table with a clear view of the door, glancing toward it often. If it seems as if she's waiting for something, that would be because she is.
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Jul. 1st, 2006 09:48 pmmogget_cat*Yrael has, technically, been around. He lives here, after all. It's his mun that hasn't been around. She's been in Florida, flying kites into important machinery. Anyway.*
*Tonight there is an Yrael at the bar. You know, white, slightly mussed hair, bone-pale skin, barefoot and dressed all in white? Eyes like a cat? Yeah. Him. He's there, sitting on a barstool and reading Venomous Creatures and Poisonous Plants with a look of interested curiosity on his face. It's not a very reassuring look.*
*Tonight there is an Yrael at the bar. You know, white, slightly mussed hair, bone-pale skin, barefoot and dressed all in white? Eyes like a cat? Yeah. Him. He's there, sitting on a barstool and reading Venomous Creatures and Poisonous Plants with a look of interested curiosity on his face. It's not a very reassuring look.*
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Jul. 1st, 2006 10:00 pmiambetadraconisRabastan sits in the bar, idly examining a knife in his hands, thinking.
About a lot of things.
Like how well his sword lessons are progressing.
He's getting better at it, which is the good news. Enough that he's decided to start trying his hand with the knife he's holding, trying to figure out what exactly is the best way it can be used as a weapon.
The bad news is, this means that it won't be long before he's off to visit his home world, and knowing what lies in wait there does not make him feel very comfortable.
He could blow his next lesson and mess up badly, but this thought is reconsidered when he remembers who his teacher is, and that Gorlim isn't stupid enough to fall for it.
He sighs.
And continues to stare at the knife.
The countdown's begun.
About a lot of things.
Like how well his sword lessons are progressing.
He's getting better at it, which is the good news. Enough that he's decided to start trying his hand with the knife he's holding, trying to figure out what exactly is the best way it can be used as a weapon.
The bad news is, this means that it won't be long before he's off to visit his home world, and knowing what lies in wait there does not make him feel very comfortable.
He could blow his next lesson and mess up badly, but this thought is reconsidered when he remembers who his teacher is, and that Gorlim isn't stupid enough to fall for it.
He sighs.
And continues to stare at the knife.
The countdown's begun.
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Jul. 1st, 2006 10:14 pmangela-edmunds.livejournal.comAngela is outside, staring up at the stars. She's just...lost in thought.
She wouldn't mind company or conversation, though.
She's missing her boyfriend, and missing her Mom, though she'd never admit it.
And she always misses her Dad.
So much.
One lonely teenage girl, sitting out by the lake, in danger of tears.
She sniffles.
I want to go home.
She wouldn't mind company or conversation, though.
She's missing her boyfriend, and missing her Mom, though she'd never admit it.
And she always misses her Dad.
So much.
One lonely teenage girl, sitting out by the lake, in danger of tears.
She sniffles.
I want to go home.
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Jul. 1st, 2006 10:25 pmchazaqiel.livejournal.comWell. That was an interesting week's work.
The demon of meteorology enters the bar, sharp as ever in a midnight blue suit tailored to his seven-foot frame. There's a certain amount of tension around him; he cracks his knuckles as he sits at the bar and places his order.
After the first glass of Atlantean, the edge is pretty much off, however.
The demon of meteorology enters the bar, sharp as ever in a midnight blue suit tailored to his seven-foot frame. There's a certain amount of tension around him; he cracks his knuckles as he sits at the bar and places his order.
After the first glass of Atlantean, the edge is pretty much off, however.
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Jul. 1st, 2006 10:57 pmriver_meimei[After this.]
The door opens, and -- well. Here's a group that hasn't been seen together in a while.
Kaylee's guiding River, holding her close, and Simon's arm is around both of them. River is sobbing, clutching at both of their shirts as she cries. Mal follows them -- looking concerned, and businesslike, and with a vast grinning relief underneath -- and Inara with him, looking much the same. Jayne, with the beginnings of a large goose-egg forming on his forehead, takes up the rear.
Simon stops, just for a second, as they step into Milliways, and he looks out over the bar. And exhales, and starts unconsciously to smile again.
Because.
They're really back.
[OOC: Jayne, Inara,and Mal's muns are not around to respond to tags, say sorry. Edit: Mal-mun is present and accounted for now.]
The door opens, and -- well. Here's a group that hasn't been seen together in a while.
Kaylee's guiding River, holding her close, and Simon's arm is around both of them. River is sobbing, clutching at both of their shirts as she cries. Mal follows them -- looking concerned, and businesslike, and with a vast grinning relief underneath -- and Inara with him, looking much the same. Jayne, with the beginnings of a large goose-egg forming on his forehead, takes up the rear.
Simon stops, just for a second, as they step into Milliways, and he looks out over the bar. And exhales, and starts unconsciously to smile again.
Because.
They're really back.
[OOC: Jayne, Inara,
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Jul. 1st, 2006 10:58 pmgonna_live[OOM: Tonight, it's the endgame.
There's treachery, trickery, and murder afoot.
Good thing Mal Reynolds is a wily kind of man, with a crew to back him up.
Hilarity, as they say, ensues.]
There's treachery, trickery, and murder afoot.
Good thing Mal Reynolds is a wily kind of man, with a crew to back him up.
Hilarity, as they say, ensues.]
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Jul. 1st, 2006 11:09 pmnamoDown the stairs tumbles a bloody body.
And behind him is a furious Vala walking down after him.
"You do not know his name, brother?" he demands in something that cannot be described any other way but growling. "Then you can point him out!"
[OOC: Plotlocked! Sorry!]
And behind him is a furious Vala walking down after him.
"You do not know his name, brother?" he demands in something that cannot be described any other way but growling. "Then you can point him out!"
[OOC: Plotlocked! Sorry!]
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Jul. 1st, 2006 11:13 pmwits-intact.livejournal.comOut of Milliways (or more accurately upstairs):
The slow and steady making of a criminal mastermind. Nicole doesn't actively remember things, but they come forth in dreams.
[Warnings include implied incest, prostitution, child murder. Nothing overt or overly sexual.]
The slow and steady making of a criminal mastermind. Nicole doesn't actively remember things, but they come forth in dreams.
[Warnings include implied incest, prostitution, child murder. Nothing overt or overly sexual.]
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Jul. 1st, 2006 11:30 pmyoung_tmriddleOOM: THE FINAL BATTLE
Night begins to fall as Hogwarts castle prepares for war. The ground forces amass before the great doors, now barred against the onslaught. The Ministry Air Corps takes to the skies. Bernard and his bombing crew move into position. In the Room of Requirement, preparations are made for a long, hopefully uneventful, wait. And in the passageway between Honeydukes and Hogwarts, something wicked this way comes.
The battle in full swing, the ground defenders are forced to take the fighting inside the castle. The air battle rages, and there are great losses. The defenders of the Room of Requirement take action.
In the passageway, a badly wounded Albus directs Harry, Hermione, and Ron to the Chamber of Secrets, where Voldemort has set up a base camp of sorts. From the House of Arch, a rescue party departs. After some difficulties, they find the Chamber as well.
A contract is broken. There is an explosion, the likes of which Hogwarts has never seen.
And, finally, a prophecy is fulfilled.
Night begins to fall as Hogwarts castle prepares for war. The ground forces amass before the great doors, now barred against the onslaught. The Ministry Air Corps takes to the skies. Bernard and his bombing crew move into position. In the Room of Requirement, preparations are made for a long, hopefully uneventful, wait. And in the passageway between Honeydukes and Hogwarts, something wicked this way comes.
The battle in full swing, the ground defenders are forced to take the fighting inside the castle. The air battle rages, and there are great losses. The defenders of the Room of Requirement take action.
In the passageway, a badly wounded Albus directs Harry, Hermione, and Ron to the Chamber of Secrets, where Voldemort has set up a base camp of sorts. From the House of Arch, a rescue party departs. After some difficulties, they find the Chamber as well.
A contract is broken. There is an explosion, the likes of which Hogwarts has never seen.
And, finally, a prophecy is fulfilled.
