Aug. 13th, 2006
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revelations15-1.livejournal.com[OOM -- in progress, but with great effect to everyone involved so we're posting it now lalala: Hushplot SHOWDOWN!]
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Aug. 13th, 2006 12:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mogget_catYrael is slacking horribly on his study of the French language. What important thing could have wrested him from the pursuit of knowledge?
Well, at the moment he is indulging in acatnap, his pale, bare feet propped up on the back of the couch as he sleeps.
Well, at the moment he is indulging in a
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Aug. 13th, 2006 02:35 amthe_lioness[OOM: A family picnic, of sorts. When news must be shared, there's safety in numbers?
Not in this family.]
Not in this family.]
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Aug. 13th, 2006 10:08 amfutures_of_ash[Out by the lake, Rachel shifts what she must in order to live up to a promise given to Arithon and Elshie]
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Aug. 13th, 2006 11:51 amprince-arithon.livejournal.comArithon is at a table with a collection of books. They all have sights of London on them, most of them seem to be guide books, and every one of them is most emphatically not written in English.
He's got a tall glass of something bright red (tall enough that it can't be the alcoholic version of telir) and sips at it now and then while reading.
He's got a tall glass of something bright red (tall enough that it can't be the alcoholic version of telir) and sips at it now and then while reading.
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Aug. 13th, 2006 12:49 pmneedsnewtoaster.livejournal.comIt's not to early, not to late, and could infact be the perfect time for brunch one fine Sunday afternoon. Or lunch. Or a meal in general.
So there he sits, at a table by the open windows looking thoughtfully at a menue that the waitrat brought over for him. Considering either going with peameal Canadian Bacon (the REAL Canadian Bacon, not that crap they call Candian Bacon in the States) or a BLT.
Choices...
[[OPEN]]
So there he sits, at a table by the open windows looking thoughtfully at a menue that the waitrat brought over for him. Considering either going with peameal Canadian Bacon (the REAL Canadian Bacon, not that crap they call Candian Bacon in the States) or a BLT.
Choices...
[[OPEN]]
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Aug. 13th, 2006 01:04 pmsamael-diablo.livejournal.comLucifer enters through the door, a large roll of paper in one hand, but he doesn't stay for long. He turns to face the door and splays his hand out on it, frowning.
After a moment, he opens it.
And steps back through.
After a moment, he opens it.
And steps back through.
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Aug. 13th, 2006 01:37 pmjackdriscoll.livejournal.comNew York City, New Year's Eve: 1933 ends with a question; 1934 begins with a hope.
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Aug. 13th, 2006 03:31 pmmisterparker.livejournal.com[OOM: Jack and Parker vacation. Contains poker, Russia, implied sex, and China. Not necessarily in that order.]
Carrying a few bags, Parker and Jack step through the door, expressions mixed. Relief, happiness, and a little sadness.
Parker reaches back and closes the door behind them before herding Jack towards a table to sit.
Yup. They're back.
Carrying a few bags, Parker and Jack step through the door, expressions mixed. Relief, happiness, and a little sadness.
Parker reaches back and closes the door behind them before herding Jack towards a table to sit.
Yup. They're back.
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Aug. 13th, 2006 03:53 pmdreamer_frayBar's quiet, today.
Set to 'mooch,' Harth wanders across the bar to collect a mug of blood before heading for a corner.
He's bored.
And it's rainy enough that he don't need t'water his patch of garden. And he viciously disembowelled the encroaching weeds yesterday.
Hmph.
[OOC:Argh, got recruited. Back in about half an hour! Back!]
Set to 'mooch,' Harth wanders across the bar to collect a mug of blood before heading for a corner.
He's bored.
And it's rainy enough that he don't need t'water his patch of garden. And he viciously disembowelled the encroaching weeds yesterday.
Hmph.
[OOC:
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Aug. 13th, 2006 04:50 pmguppy_sandhu[oom: Room 147.]
Guppy is downstairs, eating breakfast. The fact that it's four in the afternoon by his body clock is beside the point.
He looks tired and worried, even though he's trying not to.
Guppy is downstairs, eating breakfast. The fact that it's four in the afternoon by his body clock is beside the point.
He looks tired and worried, even though he's trying not to.
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Aug. 13th, 2006 06:28 pmshuftiJack is sitting on the floor, surrounded by cushions, playing with wooden blocks.
Shufti is nearby, keeping a close eye on her son whilst sharpening a large sword. It looks rather old, and slightly battered. An expert might notice it is a little too big for her. But it is very shiny.
Shufti is nearby, keeping a close eye on her son whilst sharpening a large sword. It looks rather old, and slightly battered. An expert might notice it is a little too big for her. But it is very shiny.
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Aug. 13th, 2006 06:35 pmpetraarkanian.livejournal.comPetra sits at the back of her cell, cross legged, meditating. Her breaths come in even beats and she is completly still, except for the rythmic expanding and deflation of her chest.
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Aug. 13th, 2006 06:51 pmunderwater-owl.livejournal.com[ooms: After a night time bit of sneakiness Ramon Salazar awakes to a rather pleasant surprise.
A few days later, a favor is returned.]
A few days later, a favor is returned.]
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Aug. 13th, 2006 07:23 pmawesome_lillyEver since a certain conversation, Lilly's been thinking. She's making a fair amount of money at bar, between the paper and the brothel, and the Joe Manco fund for bound and dead patrons isn't inexhaustible. Clearly it's time for her to give back to the community.
She strolls into the bar with a rather large sign under one arm, and proceeds to tack it up somewhere very visible. It reads:
Announcing the Roland Deschain Memorial Amateur Strip Night, all proceeds benefitting the Joe Manco Fund.
( Dear Milliways Patrons )
She strolls into the bar with a rather large sign under one arm, and proceeds to tack it up somewhere very visible. It reads:
Announcing the Roland Deschain Memorial Amateur Strip Night, all proceeds benefitting the Joe Manco Fund.
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Aug. 13th, 2006 07:32 pmharvard_bountyThere's an ex-lawyer-slash-bounty hunter at the bar, with a glass of whiskey and a cheap paperback of the dime novel persuasion.
Every so often, there's a muffled snort of laughter from behind the book.
They never get these things right.
Every so often, there's a muffled snort of laughter from behind the book.
They never get these things right.
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Aug. 13th, 2006 07:53 pmnot_that_spikeSitting at the bar on a stool isn't a bad way to pass the time, especially over a cup of coffee. The ever-present pack of smokes and lighter are sitting there, but he's not smoking and hasn't in a month; it has less to do with his healing ribs than habit and pure stubbornness right now.
He's good at stubborn.
He thinks it's probably a good thing to take advantage of being able to get his ass down here whenever the hell he feels like it. Soon, that won't be an option, or else it'll be an option less of the time than it is now. So he sits with coffee and cigarettes and not a hell of a lot on his mind, except for all the shit that always plays through his thoughts like some runaway freight train. It's never really quiet in there.
He's good at stubborn.
He thinks it's probably a good thing to take advantage of being able to get his ass down here whenever the hell he feels like it. Soon, that won't be an option, or else it'll be an option less of the time than it is now. So he sits with coffee and cigarettes and not a hell of a lot on his mind, except for all the shit that always plays through his thoughts like some runaway freight train. It's never really quiet in there.
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Aug. 13th, 2006 08:28 pmthe_antiangstThe front door opens on... a restaurant. Not often that happens.
In any case, Angel trades a few more words with someone on the other side of the door before heading through and stopping at Bar for a quick drink. He'll run his luggage upstairs in a bit.
From the looks of the smile on his face, he's had a very good birthday.
(OOC: Tag in if you want, but any threads will have to be faded or slowtimed by about 9:30 EST. This is promarily to establish Angel's back.)
In any case, Angel trades a few more words with someone on the other side of the door before heading through and stopping at Bar for a quick drink. He'll run his luggage upstairs in a bit.
From the looks of the smile on his face, he's had a very good birthday.
(OOC: Tag in if you want, but any threads will have to be faded or slowtimed by about 9:30 EST. This is promarily to establish Angel's back.)
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Aug. 13th, 2006 08:47 pmmogget_catYrael, when he is once more himself, will grumble that the deer fell into the catnip on purpose.
Right now, though, the effects of the catnip that happened to be where Yrael pulled the deer down have him completely in their thrall.
Perhaps somewhere the catnip gods are laughing maniacally at the little not'cat who staggers giddily into the bar from the lake area, his white fur splotched with dark red that is slow to dry in the evening warmth.
Every so often, he giggles.
Right now, though, the effects of the catnip that happened to be where Yrael pulled the deer down have him completely in their thrall.
Perhaps somewhere the catnip gods are laughing maniacally at the little not'cat who staggers giddily into the bar from the lake area, his white fur splotched with dark red that is slow to dry in the evening warmth.
Every so often, he giggles.
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Aug. 13th, 2006 08:52 pmmilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comFor all that the moon is rapidly waning, London is still grating terribly on Harry's nerves. That baby had better hurry up and get born so he and Annie can move to somewhere less thronging with people.
For now, he'll settle for a quiet pint and a talk with the management of the stables- in that order. He'd be open to company in the meantime as well, stable-related or no.
For now, he'll settle for a quiet pint and a talk with the management of the stables- in that order. He'd be open to company in the meantime as well, stable-related or no.
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Aug. 13th, 2006 08:59 pmyuppie-trash.livejournal.com"It doesn't matter if the glass is empty or full when it's At-lan-te-an," sing-songs Patrick.
In his booth, sipping the wine from (a Bordeaux Grand Cru from the Ridel Glas Sommelier collection) a drinking vessel (it's just a glass).
In his booth, sipping the wine from (a Bordeaux Grand Cru from the Ridel Glas Sommelier collection) a drinking vessel (it's just a glass).
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Aug. 13th, 2006 08:59 pmgiftedthom.livejournal.com*Thom is pretending he's not in a crappy mood. Who knows? It might even be true.*
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Aug. 13th, 2006 09:02 pmbadinlatin[OOM: Once upon a time, Inara received a summons. The time came to go answer it.
Mal tries to stop Inara from going to the temple on her own, but she doesn't listen. After Inara leaves, Mal employs Kaylee and Simon to help him get ready.
Inara arrives in front of the Guild Council, and there are questions to be answered. The Council is then sequestered in order to deliberate.
At the other end of the Temple, Mal arrives while Inara is waiting. Inara is then recalled to receive her judgement. Inara and the Council go their separate ways, and Mal and Inara do not talk until they are both back on Serenity.
After the tribunal passes, a Council member retreats to try and console a hidden onlooker.]
Mal tries to stop Inara from going to the temple on her own, but she doesn't listen. After Inara leaves, Mal employs Kaylee and Simon to help him get ready.
Inara arrives in front of the Guild Council, and there are questions to be answered. The Council is then sequestered in order to deliberate.
At the other end of the Temple, Mal arrives while Inara is waiting. Inara is then recalled to receive her judgement. Inara and the Council go their separate ways, and Mal and Inara do not talk until they are both back on Serenity.
After the tribunal passes, a Council member retreats to try and console a hidden onlooker.]
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Aug. 13th, 2006 09:05 pmmonk-with-mask.livejournal.comHere be a multipup post.
There is a Chichiri, in a booth, sipping at something steaming and vaguely fragrant, examining a scroll. He's also people-watching, because interesting though the scroll is, he'd find talking to somebody a better use of his time.
And nearby there's Atton, sprawled out in the rafters, absently reading a datapad that, if you look closely, is entitled 'Poor Little Terentatek, a children's story, by Jorak Uln.'
There is a Chichiri, in a booth, sipping at something steaming and vaguely fragrant, examining a scroll. He's also people-watching, because interesting though the scroll is, he'd find talking to somebody a better use of his time.
And nearby there's Atton, sprawled out in the rafters, absently reading a datapad that, if you look closely, is entitled 'Poor Little Terentatek, a children's story, by Jorak Uln.'
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Aug. 13th, 2006 10:02 pmbev-marsh.livejournal.comBeverly's curled up in an armchair, with a milkshake.
She probably wouldn't object to talking to anyone, since, y'know, she can TALK to them.
[OOC: This will be Bev's last entrance post for a while, but any threads are welcome, as slowtime is love.]
She probably wouldn't object to talking to anyone, since, y'know, she can TALK to them.
[OOC: This will be Bev's last entrance post for a while, but any threads are welcome, as slowtime is love.]
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Aug. 13th, 2006 10:27 pmbadinlatin[ooc: approximately an hour or so after this.]
Mal's just entered Milliways, and looks about as relieved as one can manage while looking somewhat disheveled and half-asleep. It was a pretty long day, and he's looking for nothing more than a quiet drink and a comfortable chair.
A little conversation wouldn't be out of the question either, as he claims a familiar armchair by the fireplace, propping his feet up.
Also? You might want to tell him to wash the makeup off his face. It may be tastefully done makeup (he can thank Kaylee for that), but it's probably not something Mal wants to wander around with all night.
Mal's just entered Milliways, and looks about as relieved as one can manage while looking somewhat disheveled and half-asleep. It was a pretty long day, and he's looking for nothing more than a quiet drink and a comfortable chair.
A little conversation wouldn't be out of the question either, as he claims a familiar armchair by the fireplace, propping his feet up.
Also? You might want to tell him to wash the makeup off his face. It may be tastefully done makeup (he can thank Kaylee for that), but it's probably not something Mal wants to wander around with all night.
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Aug. 13th, 2006 10:36 pmlord-of-dreams.livejournal.comDream is sprawled in a chair, legs crossed at the ankles, watching either everything vaguely or nothing at all. Something is, again, coming and he can't do anything about it.
So for the first time in a while he is here. Not exactly a man, although mostly shaped like one. Tall, pale, and with stars for his eyes he has a glass of wine to more toy with than drink from.
So for the first time in a while he is here. Not exactly a man, although mostly shaped like one. Tall, pale, and with stars for his eyes he has a glass of wine to more toy with than drink from.
Sometime after Midnight, at the lake...
Aug. 13th, 2006 10:52 pmwithamagicwordBilly stands and looks out over the water, skipping rocks over it as he does. It was a long weekend, but a good one. He is glad he came back, even if only for that.
He grins as he glances around.
Milliways is a beautiful place, at times like tonight, beautiful.
He stands and skips rocks and just smiles.
He grins as he glances around.
Milliways is a beautiful place, at times like tonight, beautiful.
He stands and skips rocks and just smiles.
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Aug. 13th, 2006 11:01 pmprydeful[OOM: It's not a dream. No matter how badly you want to wake up.
The thousand and one reasons why you can't stay. And every one's a face.]
She's tired.
And she's worn.
But Kitty's jaw is set, and her eyes look straight ahead when she enters, and gets coffee, and deliberately sits herself down with a book.
And after a while, her jaw's a little less tight, and the coffee mug's a lot less full.
The thousand and one reasons why you can't stay. And every one's a face.]
She's tired.
And she's worn.
But Kitty's jaw is set, and her eyes look straight ahead when she enters, and gets coffee, and deliberately sits herself down with a book.
And after a while, her jaw's a little less tight, and the coffee mug's a lot less full.
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Aug. 13th, 2006 11:07 pmkayip.livejournal.com[OOM: While Behrooz is resting, there is little peace in dreams.]
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Aug. 13th, 2006 11:31 pmriver_meimeiThe door slides open, and River steps in, trailing a hand along the wall behind her.
"No," she says to the air, listening to herself with a small frown of concentration. Her hand stays on the doorframe, blocking the door from closing, just in case. "Disruption of the aural signals is decidedly impolite."
Having established that both that and the general hum of conversation in the bar are audible, she lets her hand slide away, and moves into the room.
"No," she says to the air, listening to herself with a small frown of concentration. Her hand stays on the doorframe, blocking the door from closing, just in case. "Disruption of the aural signals is decidedly impolite."
Having established that both that and the general hum of conversation in the bar are audible, she lets her hand slide away, and moves into the room.
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Aug. 13th, 2006 11:37 pmsong_tra_bongWell, well. Look who's here.
Mary Anne inna bar, feet propped up on a table and drinking tequila. Also eyeing the sign. Whether she's trying to decide who to nominate or to sign up herself is anybody's guess.
Mary Anne inna bar, feet propped up on a table and drinking tequila. Also eyeing the sign. Whether she's trying to decide who to nominate or to sign up herself is anybody's guess.
