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Jul. 9th, 2006 01:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gonna_live[OOM: Remember the 'verse's new Most Eligible Bachelor?
Yesterday afternoon, the crew gets Crowley's package.
Hi-larious.]
Yesterday afternoon, the crew gets Crowley's package.
Hi-larious.]
Jul. 9th, 2006
gonna_live
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Jul. 9th, 2006 01:43 amtragic_mask[OOM: Sometimes, all you need is love. This is not one of those times. And oh. Belated warnings for mild nastiness.]
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Jul. 9th, 2006 04:56 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
die-tician.livejournal.com[OOM: Red and Black are both having bad days. Sometimes, apparently, two wrongs make a right.]
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Jul. 9th, 2006 05:01 amlatino_menaceOOM: After Mary Anne saves his life, Ramon takes her back to his place.
Warnings for drunkenness, reconciliation and a small child.
Warnings for drunkenness, reconciliation and a small child.
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Jul. 9th, 2006 07:08 amgotham-knocking.livejournal.comThe shift between Gotham cold and Bar warmth is stunning. Leaving behind a city that is locked in the grip of ice and slush for the summer days of the great outdoors of the ersatz Scottish wild.
Thus do we find Knox in shirtsleeves, working up a bit of a sweat in slacks too heavy for July.
[ooc: mun is on and off line between now and 11 am Eastern time]
Thus do we find Knox in shirtsleeves, working up a bit of a sweat in slacks too heavy for July.
[ooc: mun is on and off line between now and 11 am Eastern time]
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Jul. 9th, 2006 11:53 amthe-silver-lady.livejournal.comCelebrían sings quietly to herself while obtaining tea and a light meal from the Bar.
Her hands lay idle for a time after she finishes her meal and she gazes out one of the windows thoughtfully.
[ooc: Getting kidnapped. Back later.]
Her hands lay idle for a time after she finishes her meal and she gazes out one of the windows thoughtfully.
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Jul. 9th, 2006 12:35 pmthe-woodpecker.livejournal.com[ooc: Another letter. That nurse must be getting fed up by now.]
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Jul. 9th, 2006 01:10 pmnitro-is-ace.livejournal.com(OOM: Ace just wants a normal adventure for once.)
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Jul. 9th, 2006 03:32 pmalwaysroomforhopeOutside, just at the edge of the forest, Steph's sitting with her back against a tree, soaking up the last rays of sun. Gheri and Gifr the monster-puppies are jumping and tumbling and playing down the hill a little, closer to the lake.
There's a hunk of meat on the ground, a little way away. Steph thinks the whole raw-meat thing is totally gross. She wiped her hands carefully clean after depositing it. (She wiped them on her jeans, actually. Hey - it's not like the forest provides soap and plumbing. Best she could do.)
Now she's just sitting, leaning against the tree-trunk, watching a colony of ants doing incomprehensible anty things in the grass by her hand. Ants. Huh.
There's a hunk of meat on the ground, a little way away. Steph thinks the whole raw-meat thing is totally gross. She wiped her hands carefully clean after depositing it. (She wiped them on her jeans, actually. Hey - it's not like the forest provides soap and plumbing. Best she could do.)
Now she's just sitting, leaning against the tree-trunk, watching a colony of ants doing incomprehensible anty things in the grass by her hand. Ants. Huh.
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Jul. 9th, 2006 03:35 pmgone_byebyeYesterday was as much of a break as he was likely to get, so Ray's not out back today. He got that out of the way early this morning. Right now he's got a pitcher of the green stuff, a glass more normally used to hold pints of stout that is nevertheless full of the green stuff, and his holocomputer on the table in front of him. The display over the holocomputer's flat projecting surface is currently of something squiggly and branched on one end, and apparently designed to plug into about seven other sockets or objects on the other.
The wait-rats are taking bets on how long before the weirdo human remembers that he hasn't eaten yet today. Damn engineers.
The wait-rats are taking bets on how long before the weirdo human remembers that he hasn't eaten yet today. Damn engineers.
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Jul. 9th, 2006 04:11 pmprecocioustilda.livejournal.comMatilda hasn't been in the bar for a while. The reason for this should be self-evident as she staggers downstairs from her room, hair messy, nose firmly planted in a large book, the ubiquitous duffel bag hanging precariously from a shoulder. Somebody please wave a hand in front of her face before she trips on something.
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Jul. 9th, 2006 05:42 pmargentine-rose.livejournal.comThis is par for the course.
A young lady walks in, a little older looking than when she last came here, wearing nicely kept but cheap clothes for dancing. She's tired, her feet are dragging. She goes immediately to the bar and orders mate dulce. She receives, with her tea, a tiny Argentine flag.
She blinks. "...what?"
As if reading her mind, bar procures a card that reads: Feliz Día de la Independencia! This is accompanied by a plate of empanadas with fruit filling.
She blinks again.
Okay.
...free sweets can't be bad, right? She takes her spoils to a table and begins to eat.
A young lady walks in, a little older looking than when she last came here, wearing nicely kept but cheap clothes for dancing. She's tired, her feet are dragging. She goes immediately to the bar and orders mate dulce. She receives, with her tea, a tiny Argentine flag.
She blinks. "...what?"
As if reading her mind, bar procures a card that reads: Feliz Día de la Independencia! This is accompanied by a plate of empanadas with fruit filling.
She blinks again.
Okay.
...free sweets can't be bad, right? She takes her spoils to a table and begins to eat.
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Jul. 9th, 2006 06:01 pmpuckishly.livejournal.comYou may or may not be aware that Puck
Has been in, well, hot water, as of late.
And-- call it stupid, call it rotten luck,
Or call it, if you're feeling kinder, fate--
But has, indeed, had congress with the beast
(As Wash would say); he's now in Satan's thrall--
But not lubricious! Yay for that, at least.
He's finding, though, he may not like at all
The plans the Devil has for him. For one,
He seems to have been more or less confined
To Milliways (which he finds less than fun)
To wait and see what Satan's got in mind.
Therefore: One fae, not!sulking by the lake,
And hoping that he shan't find Ed awake.
[Summary: The muse of tragedy stops by for a delightful chat; both parties are rather roundabout. Giles has stern words for Puck about Melkor, but ends up just sort of shaking his head at him. Shalla and Puck bond weirdly over enemies, scars, and trauma; laps and hair are abused. Gabriel, not yet over his Stockholm Syndrome, comes to chill with Puck-- followed by Elfmama Nerdanel, who finds Puck quite childish. Strahan and his menagerie speak with Puck in passing, learn his hooker name, and determine that he is not human. Jah-lila and Puck learn that they have more in common than one might suppose. Eustace and Puck have a disagreement about the fun quotient of stable work.
... And then Merc collapses in a heap.]
Has been in, well, hot water, as of late.
And-- call it stupid, call it rotten luck,
Or call it, if you're feeling kinder, fate--
But has, indeed, had congress with the beast
(As Wash would say); he's now in Satan's thrall--
But not lubricious! Yay for that, at least.
He's finding, though, he may not like at all
The plans the Devil has for him. For one,
He seems to have been more or less confined
To Milliways (which he finds less than fun)
To wait and see what Satan's got in mind.
Therefore: One fae, not!sulking by the lake,
And hoping that he shan't find Ed awake.
[Summary: The muse of tragedy stops by for a delightful chat; both parties are rather roundabout. Giles has stern words for Puck about Melkor, but ends up just sort of shaking his head at him. Shalla and Puck bond weirdly over enemies, scars, and trauma; laps and hair are abused. Gabriel, not yet over his Stockholm Syndrome, comes to chill with Puck-- followed by Elfmama Nerdanel, who finds Puck quite childish. Strahan and his menagerie speak with Puck in passing, learn his hooker name, and determine that he is not human. Jah-lila and Puck learn that they have more in common than one might suppose. Eustace and Puck have a disagreement about the fun quotient of stable work.
... And then Merc collapses in a heap.]
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Jul. 9th, 2006 06:17 pmnot-one-drop.livejournal.comShe's in the same booth as last night. Maybe she never left. Sitting still and tense and watching the bar with quiet eyes. Silent as ever. Orion's curled himself around her feet.
Conversation? Maybe not such a good idea.
[ooc: Post. Here. Read. Tag. Thanks.Except now I must run, because of RL. Grrrrr. All tags WILL be picked up, promise. Back!]
Conversation? Maybe not such a good idea.
[ooc: Post. Here. Read. Tag. Thanks.
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Jul. 9th, 2006 06:39 pmshortofcrazyThe door opens, and there's a moment where the noise of an airport (the general hum of a whole lot of people, escalators, the distant whine of engines, a woman's voice announcing, "Flight 298 to Denver, Colorado now boar--" over a PA system, a more immediate voice yelling, "Riley, hurr--") comes into the bar. Then Riley stumbles in loaded down with a backpack, a duffle bag, a messenger bag, and a beat-up suitcase, and the door closes behind him. He dumps it all beside the door (taking a little more care with the messenger bag, since it carries his laptop) and makes his breathless way over to the Bar.
"Can I get a pencil and some paper?" It appears, and he pats Bar. "Thanks."
After a few moments of hunched-over work, he has two notes, scribbled in nearly illegible handwriting. There are a few errors here and there; Riley's a computer programmer, not a grammar expert. "Can you make sure these get to the right people?" he asks, and the notes vanish. He grins again. "Thanks a million."
( Chloe Sullivan )
( Anyone else who might notice/care that I'm missing )
Riley goes back to the door, gathers up his heavy bags, and looks around at Milliways a moment. Then he nods and is gone. For a second, the same sounds as before are audible (the general hum of a whole lot of people, escalators, the distant whine of engines, "--ding at Gate 18B," "--y it up!"), and then the door closes.
"Can I get a pencil and some paper?" It appears, and he pats Bar. "Thanks."
After a few moments of hunched-over work, he has two notes, scribbled in nearly illegible handwriting. There are a few errors here and there; Riley's a computer programmer, not a grammar expert. "Can you make sure these get to the right people?" he asks, and the notes vanish. He grins again. "Thanks a million."
( Chloe Sullivan )
( Anyone else who might notice/care that I'm missing )
Riley goes back to the door, gathers up his heavy bags, and looks around at Milliways a moment. Then he nods and is gone. For a second, the same sounds as before are audible (the general hum of a whole lot of people, escalators, the distant whine of engines, "--ding at Gate 18B," "--y it up!"), and then the door closes.
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Jul. 9th, 2006 07:11 pmdoor-2-door.livejournal.comThe Salesman is at the bar, stylishly dressed in an expensive suit, as usual.
He doesn't drink often, but there's a beer in front of him tonight and the faint clinking sound of a zippo lid being flicked, open and closed again, absently.
He's not prone to nervous fidgeting, distraction, or boredom so he'll probably return to -whatever it is he does to keep busy- very soon, but feel free to get a word in, in the meantime.
He doesn't drink often, but there's a beer in front of him tonight and the faint clinking sound of a zippo lid being flicked, open and closed again, absently.
He's not prone to nervous fidgeting, distraction, or boredom so he'll probably return to -whatever it is he does to keep busy- very soon, but feel free to get a word in, in the meantime.
not-broomboy.livejournal.com[Trism bon Cavalish is lightly borrowed with full permission from his mun.]
...and they're actually IN the bar
Jul. 9th, 2006 07:25 pmnot-broomboy.livejournal.comThe broom is upstairs.
He moves slowly, carefully, as if he might trip just because this was the one time when it would definitely hurt someone other than him. Beside him, holding the other railing, Trism is watching the both of them and humming lightly under his breath. Whether it's in an effort to keep Liir calm or just an effect of his own nervousness is neither apparent nor especially relevent as it serves both purposes.
They settle on one of the couches near the fire; Liir's still somewhat worried about the time the baby spent out in the cold harshness of the Disappointments. She doesn't seem to have issue with it as she stays somewhat quiet, her large, dark eyes peering up at him with a strange sort of curiousity that he well knows he can't answer.
Green baby in the bar, complete with utterly confused parents.
[ooc: multi-mun post. tag and get one or both. specify if you like.]
He moves slowly, carefully, as if he might trip just because this was the one time when it would definitely hurt someone other than him. Beside him, holding the other railing, Trism is watching the both of them and humming lightly under his breath. Whether it's in an effort to keep Liir calm or just an effect of his own nervousness is neither apparent nor especially relevent as it serves both purposes.
They settle on one of the couches near the fire; Liir's still somewhat worried about the time the baby spent out in the cold harshness of the Disappointments. She doesn't seem to have issue with it as she stays somewhat quiet, her large, dark eyes peering up at him with a strange sort of curiousity that he well knows he can't answer.
Green baby in the bar, complete with utterly confused parents.
[ooc: multi-mun post. tag and get one or both. specify if you like.]
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Jul. 9th, 2006 07:53 pmmilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comFor the first time in two years, full moon cannot possibly come soon enough for Wells.
Right now, he just wants a beer and something fried for supper, and a seat near the back door, because his claustrophobia's acting up again. A route into the open's not a half bad idea right now.
Right now, he just wants a beer and something fried for supper, and a seat near the back door, because his claustrophobia's acting up again. A route into the open's not a half bad idea right now.
Planning a party...
Jul. 9th, 2006 08:12 pmcurlys-boy.livejournal.comKyle's in the bar, writing out some details for Wednesday. Warren's turning a century and some change and he wants to put together a very small party for the stubborn man. Said wolf is upstairs in their room, catching a nap.
Come and be nosy or bug Kyle if you want.
Come and be nosy or bug Kyle if you want.
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Jul. 9th, 2006 09:34 pmshelley_wintersTwo days, again.
It's hardly anything, considering how long the wait between visits here feel, but at this point, Shelley will take what she can get. Pausing only to change into less obviously Second Age clothing, she comes down the stairs into the main bar, peering over her glasses and swallowing against the lump in her throat. She does love this place.
Resolutely not hugging the random patron she had never met before that she passes on the way, she settles on a barstool and asks for a cup of tea. English tea, with milk and enough tannin to stain the inside of the mug.
It's so good to be back. Even for little while.
[OOC: Most definitely not plotlocked, but all threads will be millitimed to before Lyrae Addam's, methinks.
Aaaand I will also very shortly be fleeing for sleep. All slowtimes WILL be picked up! Yes!]
It's hardly anything, considering how long the wait between visits here feel, but at this point, Shelley will take what she can get. Pausing only to change into less obviously Second Age clothing, she comes down the stairs into the main bar, peering over her glasses and swallowing against the lump in her throat. She does love this place.
Resolutely not hugging the random patron she had never met before that she passes on the way, she settles on a barstool and asks for a cup of tea. English tea, with milk and enough tannin to stain the inside of the mug.
It's so good to be back. Even for little while.
[OOC: Most definitely not plotlocked, but all threads will be millitimed to before Lyrae Addam's, methinks.
Aaaand I will also very shortly be fleeing for sleep. All slowtimes WILL be picked up! Yes!]
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Jul. 9th, 2006 09:46 pmbev-marsh.livejournal.comBev's in the bar again tonight, sitting cross-legged on the floor near the fireplace with a basket of french fries and a glass of something fizzy nearby, and a book in her lap. (She'd asked the bar for something interesting to read, and been obliged with Treasure Island.)
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Jul. 9th, 2006 10:27 pmrealmrsreynoldsSallie enters the bar and while there's a smile across her face at the outset, it disappears quickly when she doesn't see her son in the immediate vicinity.
She walks to the bar and leaves him a note:
Malcolm --
Got your message about the Guild. I'm sorry, son. Let me know if I may do anything to distract.
-- your mother.
After the Bar takes it for later, one Sallie Reynolds decides to claim a seat by the observation window, trying to decide with what to amuse herself for the evening.
She walks to the bar and leaves him a note:
Malcolm --
Got your message about the Guild. I'm sorry, son. Let me know if I may do anything to distract.
-- your mother.
After the Bar takes it for later, one Sallie Reynolds decides to claim a seat by the observation window, trying to decide with what to amuse herself for the evening.
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Jul. 9th, 2006 10:56 pmdeserved_itThere's hay in Eustace's hair when he comes in from the stables. (It happens a lot. And no matter how he tries, he always seems to miss a piece or two.)
The hay is only being pointed out because it makes a somewhat incongruous accessory when he settles in at a table with a chessboard, sets up a problem (supplied by a book from Bar), and sets about solving it.
Problems are all well and good, but Eustace will rarely say no to an opponent.
The hay is only being pointed out because it makes a somewhat incongruous accessory when he settles in at a table with a chessboard, sets up a problem (supplied by a book from Bar), and sets about solving it.
Problems are all well and good, but Eustace will rarely say no to an opponent.
