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[gone_byebye]

"Bar," says Ray, placing his hand on the surface, "last year, I placed an order with you. It was for one graphical storage oscilloscope & true RMS multimeter, preferably by Extech. One SMT multicolor microprocessor blinky, one PG12 plasma generation unit, one fourteen volt AC power adapter, the contents of the Abra Electronics 'Evil Genius' component kit, a soldering iron, four pounds of 60/40 rosin core .015 diameter solder, a roll of SuperWick from MG chemicals, a pair of point-tipped tweezers, and a dozen First Alert SA-305 smoke detectors."

"I'm going to need all that again. Twice over. And then I'm going to need fourteen Keystone TO-36 case sockets, twenty-eight .003" thick mica Keystone insulators for use with said TO-36s, two Wyetech Labs Onyx Monoblocks, and all the screwdriver sizes you can come up with to fit any screws in this order. I may be back for more, but that'll do to start with."

He sets a velvet bag the size of his fist down on the counter.

"That should cover the cost."

There is a pause, and eventually the items materialize, including the monoblocks.

"Thank you, Bar," says Ray as he starts moving the stuff to a well-lighted table. "I appreciate it."

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[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph wanders downstairs, sleepily, and is promptly presented with two packages from Bar. She scrubs a hand through messy hair and regards them solemnly.

Paint, eh.

Bar gets a kiss. "Give Wes a packet of Tim Tams from me next time he turns up, okay?" she asks, breaking into a grin. Then she vanishes back upstairs with paint and parcels.

Not long later, she returns, still bare-foot and tousle-haired, and picks up a substantial breakfast from Bar. Today, she's going to sit right under the Observation Window. Yes, at a certain table; why not?

[ooc: you are all love. but early-morning starts are not so. I go flop bedwise for three hours, 'cos i'm smrt. will catch up tomorrow on slowtimes, promise.]

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[iambetadraconis]

[OOM: Rabastan rambles while he muses in Manchester.]

Io Cthulhu!

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

OOM the First: Three weeks after the end of school, a vacation is had. There is beach fun with Tucker, surfer chicks that are thinly disguised self-inserts, walking down the boardwalk, splashing around in the waves, insecurity, making out, and admissions of sneaking into the girls' locker room. >_<

OOM the Second: After a few days of sun and fun, Danny, Sam, Tucker, and Jazz settle down on the beach to watch a meteor shower. However, their relaxing evening is ruined when they see a fire down the beach and some strange hooded people. There is attempted human sacrifice! Chanting! Runes! Zombies! Shoggoths! Your daily dose of Lovecraft--OH NOES!

OOM the Third: Back at the rental house, Danny and Sam can't sleep now that they know Lovecraft wasn't pulling his stories out of his ass. There is consoling, admissions of gushy feelings, and the regaining of sanity. Somewhat. (Still in progress)

OOM the Fourth: Danny goes back to the beach and gets a glimpse of something great and terrible that he needs to add to his List O' Horrible Things That Can't Come Into the World Under Any Circumstances, above even Pariah Dark.



"...It was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age."

(no subject)

[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

OOM June, Clive's still getting back on his feet.

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[oldromansaint.livejournal.com]

When Santino moved to the bar, he was greeted by a letter. Suprised, he took it and examined the contents.

( Santino )

His brows drew into a vague frown, verging on a tired expression. "Damn."

The vampire examined the bar at large, then turned on his heels and walked out the door.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

[OOM: When working with critically important documents, always make off-site backups.]

(no subject)

[button-masher.livejournal.com]

"I never burned your stupid book." Tycho snaps as he walks through the bar-door, holding a large box, all gift-wrapped and bows and all the crap. He feels strange carrying it.

But he does it anyway. And goes up to Bar. "Uh, Bar? Could you give this to Matilda Wormwood?" He pulls out a little note too. "And this? Thanks."

Both disappear, and Tycho wanders back out, back to the angry yells of his roommate.

( note for Matilda )

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Mark actually has an announcement for a staff meeting]

Right there's Tom Collins, He's very much alive
And he re-wires the ATMs as people quickly pass him by.
Avoid stepping on Benjamin Coffin
'Cos he's liable to charge you rent,
But stand close by Roger Davis
Because his is such a angsty life.
If you dressed her in newspaper,
Our Angel would still have style,
And if you stamped on Mark Cohen
He would still turn round and smile,
But please don't tread on dearest Mimi
'Cos she's not very tough,
She should have been made of iron or steel,
But she was only made of flesh and blood.

Mark wanders through the door, beaming and singing mostly to himself as he sits at his usual table, leaning back in the chair, feet up. He pulls a notebook out of his bag, and starts scribbling, still humming to himself. Looks like someone's in a good mood.

(no subject)

[not_that_spike]

( OOM: Room 8 )

(no subject)

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

OOM: In Gotham, a story of corruption unfolds, and Knox is there.

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

The Bar was quiet. Which suited Knox. He knew that at Murray's, the place was nosiy beyond anything he could face. Everyone, from the barmaids to the businessmna on his third martini to the pressmen starting a long night with a highball, would be buzzing about Mayor Borg's indictment. Knox needed neither the noise nor the conversation.

He was happy just to drink his beer, and draft something about Mikey. Somehow he doubted that he needed to worry about corruption scandals in the Bar.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara is in the bar, eating lunch and trying to read a cold casefile.

Multitasking is a handy skill.

She wouldn't object to company.

(no subject)

[smart-sam.livejournal.com]

Sam's in the booth next to the observation window.
Her head's on the desk and her laptop is open beside her. She must have been working and then put her head down for a few minutes. (A few hours ago)

She might be snoring lightly.

Please Bother.

(no subject)

[withamagicword]

[OOM: Chosen Quest - 5 - A Time To Teach - Over 80,000 years in the future, Captain Marvel is still around, and teaching, and passing the torch. Mild Warnings for Spoilers for pre-Infinite Crisis Future Canon.]

(no subject)

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Shalla goes home and falls back into normal (well, for her) life. She thinks a lot, and does a lot of missions, and deals with things. But when she finds herself needing Milliways, she doesn't find it right away. (And of course it shows up when she least expects it.)

Spoilers up until the end of Solo Command.]

--through the ceiling of Milliways and down to the floor, landing with a painful yelp. Quickly, she glances around, not exactly believing it. Then she rolls her eyes, and mutters, "Great to be back," under her breath.

Welcome back to Milliways, Shalla. Someone might need to help her up.

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[jedizekk.livejournal.com]

The door to Milliways opens and a Jedi saunters in, looking utterly exhausted. And - possibly - a little bit relieved. It's the first time Zekk's been back since he came to pick up Aeryn, more than a few weeks ago. It hasn't exactly been a busy few weeks, that is, however, unless you count all the training he had to do with the woodoos today.

Blasted Jedi-in-training kriffing brats. That seven year old Rodian is the exact reason why Zekk never wants to have kids of his own.

Being at Milliways right now, sitting at the bar with a large mug of lomin ale, is possibly the best thing that's happened to the man today.

(no subject)

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

Tilda wanders down to the bar and sees that somebody's left something for her.
"Excellent," she says cheerfully to the air, and proceeds to compose a return note, which she gives to Bar along with a polite request that it be sent on to Tycho upon his next visit. This task accomplished, she takes a seat by the fire with her still-giftwrapped computer beside her, orders a hot chocolate and a fruit waffle, and pulls out a nice book to read over dinner.

(no subject)

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

No chairs stuck in his wheel wells, no birds roosting on him, no rabbits trying to chew on his tires...today is a relatively good day for KARR. The AI makes his way through the bar carefully, his scanner flicking steadily as he moves around patrons and the various clutter of the bar. But instead of heading towards his favorite spot near the back door, he heads for the front door, parking himself nearby.

And there he sits, his scanner still moving steadily. Care to find out what he's waiting for?

(no subject)

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

She'd had the same dream last night – a 'once upon a time' sort of story – the same exact dream with the same non-ending. So now there’s a little nymph curled up in the corner of a booth holding a whispered, seemingly one-sided, conversation with a tiny figure in her hand.

"Please?"

The bit of glitter on her palm remains stubbornly still, flickering in some sort of protest.

"But you like dancing," she sighs mildly, nose wrinkled and pouting rather spectacularly. "No, I will not sing. You will laugh."

A quiet chiming sound – like a muted bell – half-silent and oddly amused.

She lets out a giggle in response, rolling her eyes. "Somehow, I am not reassured."

Feel free to interrupt, listen, or to just stare at her funny. Though she's not really talking to herself – not exactly.

(no subject)

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

[OOM: On Csilla, Aeryn finally finds out what happens when you try to go backwards and cries.]