OOM: The Seeker - On the Way Home

[ucav-tinman.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Not knowing of what was to come, Eddie and Ben left for Siberia. On the way, Eddie discovered the attack on Bonnie, but could hear little else on the way or upon their arrival. The mission began smoothly enough, until a mote of interference was discovered - Cherie Montegue and the Montegue Peregrine Project had arrived. Tense but determined, the three entered a rough liason. The reactor was disabled and it was nearly a success - a gunshot changed that as Eddie was injured, but Ben and Cherie seemingly escaped. Ben did make it. But Cherie soon joined Eddie in captivity.

Via comlink and other communicator, both Eddie and Cherie advised Ben and Harpy to team up while they're caught. Eddie, on painkillers, was practically sedated. Ben and Peregrine formed another loose team while waiting for the prisoners to be in enough of one piece to escape.

The Abraham Lincoln, meanwhile, became part of a heated Washington debate that was soon smoothed over by one Devon Miles.

Days passed. Eddie finally came away from the drugs enough to contact Ben and let him know that they were finally going to be on their way out. Nevada was no less busy. A flatbed truck held a respectfully hidden Karr, ready for transport back to California. The mood was subdued as the three remaining readied themselves for the trip. Michael's danger sense, however, hadn't faded with age. Another sniper shot, but this time the would-be assassin is captured, and a stunning identity is discovered.

At last, the break was made. Eddie and Cherie, thanks to distracting fire from Ben and Harpy, were able to get into the control room, and Eddie broke passwords despite the tension outside and the pain from his wound. Reinforcements finally arrived in the form of KI's Phoenix Wing from Nevada and rescue helicopters from Frankfurt. Eddie's tension finally faded as he saw the lab go up in flames.]

[Yes, this has been delayed in coming, thanks to some OOC/RL issues from the muns involved.]

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[theravenboy]

Bran has been helping clean house earlier this evening, so his black jeans look a bit dusty. He has changed into a fresh black T-shirt, though, as he tends to hold the golden harp against his shirt.

At the moment, he's sitting at the bar with a cup of tea and a biology textbook. The harp rests on the countertop beside him.

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[door-2-door.livejournal.com]

There's a door there in the wall where he came in.

And really it's about damned time. In fact, he doesn't even stop at the bar for coffee, or run back by his room, before he heads to the door, tests it, and steps through.

It'll be good to get home, and to cash that check.

[OoC: Yeah, he's gone for a day or two, but last night's EP is still here if you'd like to tag. *Puppy eyes*]

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[geeky-agent.livejournal.com]

[OOM: After months of letter-writing, Jack and Chris reunite. They talk for a while and then return to their room for a little quality time together.]

(OOC: Warning for smut in the second thread.)

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[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Tea (with a splash of something a little nicer in it, because he's feeling nostalgic) in one hand and a book in the other, Random's curled up in an armchair reading.

Except he hasn't turned a page in a while.

His thoughts are on how to re-stabalize a slightly shaken cartel.

Best idea so far; more cash. But there's only a certain amount of fear even that can chase away, and Ramon had been mean in his absence.

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[lvpd_sidle]

There's nothing quite like bullying vacation time out of an obstinate bureaucrat to put a smile on Sara's face.

She's relaxing in a booth, playing a game on her laptop.

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[shufti]

Shufti comes down the stairs, Jack strapped to her front, and gets some lunch from the bar.

With it, comes a small cake with a candle on. She looks at it curiously, prodding it to see if it actually is a cake or some kind of explosive. When she's satisfied that it's not going to explode, she just looks at it, wondering what to do next.

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[guppy_sandhu]

The weather in Scotland at this moment would appear to be on the drizzly side in places. However this doesn't seem to have put Guppy off from being outside.

He's standing at the lake, skimming small, flat stones across its surface as the rain dances on his head.

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[explorertruman.livejournal.com]

Truman stopped down in the bar. He wasn't really looking toward the Front Door, but he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.

He blinked over at it. The door was showing. Huh. He slowly got up, and walked over to it. Funny shaped handle to it.

He opened the door. Didn't seem that dark now. Was that Seahaven...or the real world? Seemed to be a busy city street now. Didn't really look like Seahaven...

"Hey! Isn't that? ...Truman!" First one pointed at him, and then a few more. And now they were running toward him.

He froze in terror. Shut the door.

"Truman!" Shut the door.

"TRUMAN!" SHUT IT! And he finally forced himself to shut the door, and he slid to the floor shakily. That was close.

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[gone_byebye]

The door opens on New York City, then closes as Ray steps through. He sighs. "No offense to Bar, or anything, but this is definitely not the Russian fast-food place on Twenty-third," he mutters. "Bar, I may be placing an order with you before I go home. Your pelmeni are probably way better than theirs."

In the meantime, he's going to get himself an order of dumplingish things (about as close as Russia ever gets to fast food, really) and a seat with a fair view of the window. It's been an interesting day, and for some people, GIGANTIC COSMIC SPLODEYS are actually pretty conducive to the philosophical thought process.

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[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

The weather out back's been off and on with the rain today. But Draco was out back on his broom anyway. Trying some charms and spells to keep himself relatively dry. It was warm, so the damp wasn't entirely that bad a thing at the moment. He was currently swooping around among the trees, occasionally heading toward the lake to almost skim the surface. He heard there were some creatures living in it, but he hadn't seen them around yet. Probably just something scare people away.

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[dear-of-heart.livejournal.com]

Chipstede has been getting steadily colder, so when Cora enters the bar she’s in a woolen dress thicker than what she usually wears.

 

The comparative heat of Milliways surprises her for a second, before she smiles and goes to sit on the side of the sofa furthest from the fire (which could easily become overwhelming, in her heavier clothes).

She has tea, procured from a waitrat, and a thoughtful expression as she debates how, exactly, she should convince the Inspector to increase the school’s firewood budget.

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[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

Lawrence is perched near the fire with a cup of tea in hand, a map stretched across his lap haphazardly.

He only appears busy - really he's not doing much of anything.

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[mogget_cat]

Flopped across the back of the couch is a little white housecat, sound asleep. It is a very cute scene, but don't tell Yrael that.


No, he probably wouldn't appreciate being used as a headrest, either.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Ace and Raven always do things the hard way. It's more interesting like that. Millitimed to July 14th, right after Ace gets back from her latest adventure in time-saving.)

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[misterparker.livejournal.com]

Parker's looking better, though still a little out of sorts. He'd rather be sleeping in his own world, but here has beds and couches.

So, Parker, head shaved and bruises fading nicely, lounges bored on a couch. At this point, he'd talk to a waitrat just to have company.

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[human-magnet.livejournal.com]

Magneto walks into Milliways and nods to himself. He'd planned this trip deliberately; it was nice to have confirmation that he was indeed master of his own destiny.

He walks up to the bar and ordered a pot of tea to carry with him to a chair by the fire. He is certainly up for conversation ...

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[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

It hadn't been a good night for Angela.

After the conversation with her grandfather, Angela had gone upstairs and to bed, but she didn't sleep much. To her credit, she didn't cry either, though her eyes are still bloodshot.

But she's reading a book. The bar had given her an old favorite, The Princess Diaries, and she's relieved it's not something more complicated. She wouldn't be able to concentrate on it.

She feels awful, and should probably eat something. But she's just sipping on a soda, not really paying attention to very much going on around her.

Conversation would be welcome, but how talkative she will be remains to be seen.

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[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

Mal's still in the cells. She'd like a little company, maybe?

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[herr-farrenen.livejournal.com]

Cobbles show through the door as it opens, and the luminous blue glow of early evening, and before the door swings quietly shut, a curlew sings, briefly, over the massive rolling fells that can be seen in the distance.

A careless flick of his wrist puts Siegfried's jacket on an empty stool at the bar as he sits down next to it, loosening his tie with the free hand as he places a quiet order.

"Now then," quietly, as he lifts his drink and takes a pull at the bitter with deep satisfaction. Only then does he look around, and look he does, with interest.

It isn't the Cross Keys, but it'll do.

[OOC: I am beat. Thanks, guys! I'll tag up anyone who wants slowtimes tomorrow, but I really must go sleep.]

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[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne's seated at a table with her note pad, though it looks more like a supply list than Latin notes tonight. Now and then she takes a break for pizza.

Spinich and bacon tonight--ask nicely and she may even share.

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[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

Terrorsaur broke one of his own rules. He's hanging upside down from a rafter, wings wrapped around himself as he dozes.

Terrorsaur likes to annoy people who've been silly enough to fall asleep in bar.

Maybe it's time for some karma....

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[gifted_profiler]

It had been good to come home yesterday. The yellow house had seemed almost to shine in the afternoon sunlight when he had brought his daughter Jordan her present-- a new puppy. Everything had seemed so clean, the aftermath of his most recent case washed away by their joy and the sunlight.

It had lasted until he came downstairs and found the Polaroids in the mail.

Tonight, when Frank Black comes home, everything seems a little dimmer, a little less safe than it had before. He remembers the feeling from the beginning of the long haunted days in Washington, D.C.

I won't slip back into the paralysis of fear. I won't.

When he opens his front door and walks into a bar instead, it doesn't particularly help.

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells comes in through the front door.

.... God Almighty that feels good to say.

At any rate, he comes in through the front door, fresh from a round of telephone calls to his brothers- calls of the 'NOT DED. NO, SRSLY,' variety- and heads for the bar. Persuading skeptical kinsmen that you're not a fraud is thirsty work, dammit.

Doesn't mean he's not smiling, though.

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[kitchen_maid]

Amy has tea and cookies. She's stopped incessently tapping her foot, but she has developed a tendency to hum.

Well, nervous energy has to be channeled into something.

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[path-that-rocks.livejournal.com]

*Poof.*

Well, now. We haven't seen this in a while.

There's a tiny table on the bartop now, with two tiny chairs -- precise replicas of the more standard-sized Milliways chairs and tables. With two smaller *poof*s, two little figures appear in the chairs.

Ralph leans his chair back, props his ankles up on the table, and folds his hands behind his head with a smug grin.

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[tibetanmethod]

Another postcard from Albert Rosenfield received today, from India. One sentence, penciled in a bold hand:

"...this is not a postcard?" Walking through the front door, Cooper squints at the sentence.

And then he sees the line written in an impossibly tiny and light hand -- and what kind of investigator would Cooper be if he didn't have a magnifying glass with him?

Settling at a table without looking up, Cooper bends over the card.

"...these...surrealist...freaks...seem to be...making...quite the...impression on me...Coop...you could write...every now...and again...you know...best, Albert."

Cooper sits up, and shakes his head, and smiles.

Oh, that Albert.

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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom's drawing.

It's allowed to look.*

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[gone_byebye]

Ray's been here since lunchtime. The way he figures it, when he goes home Egon will still want his pelmeni and Peter will still want those apple-stuffed dumpling things, so why should he hurry? He's had a good lunch and a quiet read, and the Window's been very helpful in terms of philosophizing.

He's got the holocomputer out and switched on, but he's really not sure at the moment whether he's going to write anything donw or just play three-dimensional Tetris. One or the other. Possibly something else, but not very likely.

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[prydeful]

[oom: Trying to forget doesn't always work well.]

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[vegetarianvamp.livejournal.com]

Inari is sitting at a table with her laptop, playing around with Photoshop again. This time, Thomas is the victim of her machination. Already his dark hair has been turned toxic green, his cheecks have a bright red blush and his eyes, including the whites, have been turned electric blue. She's enjoying this thing way too much.

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[river_meimei]

River is sitting at a table near the center of the room, one leg tucked beneath her and the other knee pulled to her chest. No brown coat today; she's wearing a lacy white sweater instead, over a loose red-and-white sundress, and her feet are bare. She's bent over a piece of paper, pen in hand.

So far, the paper is blank.