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[lastczarnian.livejournal.com]

Main Man at the Bar. He just got himself to a table, with a mug of cold ale.

Now, he extracts his favorite magazine from a pocket, opens it, and spreads the centerfold.

He raises it... to get better light... and admires the beauty captured there.






Disturbing or scary it may be... the magazine is Armageddon Eddie's Weekly.

The centerfold, is the newest bolter gun model, with attached rpg launcher, and x-tra large ammo drum.

Shame on you, thinking Lobo would be waving naked woman pictures around...

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[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

Sitting at the bar. Checking things out.


(it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that bling.)

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[horseblanket.livejournal.com]

Her son and fiancee are already around Milliways somewhere, so when Sheila enters the bar and sits down at a table, she does not have her baby with her.

She does have a cup of tea, though, and seems to be scanning the bar for an explanation of this evening's sudden -- well, it certainly felt like an earthquake.

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

[OOM: In Wells' world, the wheels just keep on turning. Captain Washington's got a place to start his hunting.]

(no subject)

[withamagicword]

[OOM: Once Upon a Time - On a regular evening gathering to watch some movies, presents are given and words are said. It happens quietly, but it happens. ]

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[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

Sands is an arse. But, you already knew that, didn’t you?

He’s also sitting in the bar, nursing a glass of tequila and eyeing the clock mistrustfully.

It has a very annoying tick.

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[futures_of_ash]

Rachel took Elshie out to the lake to meet Rain this morning. Water falling light and grey from the sky. Rain...a true and simple joy to share with a child, even one as young as Elshie, after all, Rachel was more than content to bring her out in storms until she was old enough to love them as well...

For now, shared joy was enough, even with the ticking clock and the tremors that had shaken the lake waters recently. It was enough...she'd release Ari's daughter back to him soon, to seek safety from whatwas to come...

But now, now there was a damp telepath, hair like blood down her back, and a dry, hungry baby to take care of.

[As always, response shall be slow at times]

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

[OOM: Sara discovers a new kind of normal in Santa Fe.]

(no subject)

[called_lioness]

[OOM: Sometimes, you only dream. But that doesn't mean there's nothing there, still. And maybe in something that's only a dream, there's a great deal of truth about what's to come.]

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

There's an Archie in the bar, in the middle of the day even! Oh, you want specifics? Well, he's at a table with a cup of tea, as per his usual, keeping an eye on things, as is also fairly common for him. He's still looking a tad twitchy though, he wouldn't say no to some company.


((OOC: Real life calls, the mun begs slowtime of love.))

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[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

April inna bar, with a little sign propped up on her table.

Gum Wrapper Chain for Sale

$30 or best offer

Own this 4-foot long (and growing) piece of modern art today!

(High price due to cost of gum)

True to form, she's still working on the gum wrapper chain, actually chewing a piece of the gum this time.

Still has a manuscript for Tilda, should she wander by.

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[clockarmageddon.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Faux Jack Bauer voice: The following thread takes place between 3 and 4 on the Armageddeon Clock.]

By now, you've probably connected that soft chime to the shaking earth, and both of those to the new furnishing.

Bet you want to take a closer look, huh?

Bet you want to take a sledgehammer to the thing, huh?

Well, here's your chance to have a go at either or both.

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

It's not every day that the door opens, to what sounds like utter chaos behind it. Mark walks in, then shuts the door firmly behind him, sliding down until he is sitting, and leaning against the door. He seems extremely tired and extremely sunburnt. Feel free to bug him. He probably could use conversation that is, for once, not about film.

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[try_corsets]

[OOM: It's a lovely day at sea, and two familiar pirates row their boat towards freedom and, hopefully, land.

Elsewhere in the Caribbean, the Edinburgh Trader sets sail from Port Royal, possibly with a stowaway on board. A naked stowaway.]

[Here be movie spoilers, savvy?]

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[gone_byebye]

One of these days Ray is going to talk to his sister abuot the things he's seeing with Joey, but today is not that day. No, today is the day when Ray comes through the door running like a rabbit and shoulders it shut behind him.

He is, to put it mildly, a bit goopy.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_chappy_/]

There are some things you never want to do but have to be done anyway.

Ryan looks at the previous drafts and, in his neatest handwriting, works on the final draft. Written in blue pen, the note reads:

To all friends of Tony Almeida:

It is my sad duty to inform you that Tony Almeida died recently. A memorial is being planned, further information on that will be posted once the details are known.

Further inquiries can be directed to Ryan Chappelle.

He adds his room number at the bottom of the note, then pins it to the bulletein board. With that small task out of the way, he orders a cup of coffee from the bar and takes a seat close to the bulletein board.

If anyone needs to find him, he'll be here.

[OOC: Questions? Look here!]

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Behold the reporter. Behold the smile. Behold the round-trip ticket to St. Peterburg, Florida in his folder of stuff today.

Come say hi.

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[not-a-wizard.livejournal.com]

Walking into the bar, his hands busy tucking something that looks like it might be a bright green tuning fork into the pocket of a long blue vest. Telemain wipes his slightly grimy hands on a suddenly convenient handkerchief before glancing up.

His eyes widen slightly in surprise before his memory is officially jogged, and then a small smile forms. The handkerchief gets tucked away, and he straightens the collar of his shirt and then starts rolling down the sleeves, which he'd previously had tucked up around his elbows.

He knows this place.

(no subject)

[withamagicword]

Billy and Cassie come downstairs, holding hands and head outside, where they find a place to sit and settle down. The rock they settle on looks out over the lake and a nice breeze swirls around them as they snuggle and watch the sunset.

(no subject)

[cywyllog]

It is a relaxed and peaceful Cywyllog in the bar this evening. She's curled up in a chair with a good view of the bar as a whole - or as much of the bar as she could find - simply watching the goings on.

No tea, no wine, just an odd smile.

Library, all day - for Armageddon Plot researchers

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

There had been this odd magical clock near the back door yesterday, and, as Asar-Suti had explained to Nerdanel's young friend, before poking the thing itself, it was wise to consult books that might or might not contain information he would then not have to find out himself.

So, early Monday morning already found Asar-Suti in the library, pouring over books and the index which he by now kept in his computer. And he didn't just look up all references for 'clock' (and 'watch' and 'timepiece' and even 'hourglass') he could find, he had also put up a big notice on the library notice board that said:

Have you noticed the magical clock by the back door? I find it suspicious and am trying to find out what it is. If anybody knows, please poke me and tell me. Thanks!

- Asar-Suti

[[OOC: You know who you are - please poke, post in, thread-hop and interact on this post! Thanks!]]

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[arjiki-diamonds.livejournal.com]

Fiyero has noticed the clock.

It reminds him a little of the infamous Clock of the Time Dragon. He only saw it a few times in his travels, but it was disconcerting.

This clock was even more worrisome, but he was doing his best not to think about it or the tremor. So he is sitting in a booth, sipping a cup of tea and people-watching. He'll not admit to the last, of course.

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[clockarmageddon.livejournal.com]

Earlier today, an offer was made and accepted.

So today, when the chimes sound, the clock isn't on 4 as expected.

It's actually not on an hour mark at all, but hovering somewhere just before the 3.

Close enough for three chimes, anyway.

And close enough that the tremor today feels as strong as the one yesterday to anyone without highly sensitive equipment.

Someone watching it for more than a glance might notice it's moving a little bit faster now than it had been.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/]

He still feels faintly regretful, and not even writing out everything he and Mercutio are going to see when they go away is helping any more.

So Jack's curled in an armchair, somewhere where he can't see the clock, staring at his hands.

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[explorertruman.livejournal.com]

Truman was around. He knew vaguely of the clock and the tremors. Didn't like it all, but didn't know what he could do about it. He was naive, but knew enough to be aware that it wasn't always safe around here. Not like Seahaven.

But that was partly the point that this was his adopted home now.

As Q could have told him, "It's wondrous, with treasures to satiate desires, both subtle and gross, but it's not for the timid."

And it wasn't safe.

And that meant it was worth it.

He was sitting over by the Observation Window, checking some entries in his Guide, and occasionally speaking to the waitrats. But wouldn't mind regular or not so regular company either.

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[the_lioness]

A knight and a dragon walk into a bar…

Only the dragon is small and wrapped around the knight's shoulders, watching her Human closely. Glaring, even. It's rather unnerving.

Alanna doesn't seem to mind in the slightest, and she takes a seat at Bar, settling in for the evening with paperwork and a large mug of tea.

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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, she cannot blame seasickness anymore.

The plate of dinner has been pushed aside, with no small amount of frustration, and Svava debates just sitting here until the feeling passes, or trying to get back to her flat for the herb-and-spice candies she picked up in Singapore. Those do seem to help...

Even if it was not seasickness anymore.

And if any one brings over a plate of spaghetti, she will hit them with a drink tray.

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[not-broomboy.livejournal.com]

"Pafyna dra oylgma-syf, so kenm
Dra zyfc pahaydr dra zylgma suuh
Pafyna dra mekrd dryd lnaabc ylnucc ed'c daadr.

"Pafyna dra lihhehk aoac, so kenm
Dra rufmc dryd bnuseca ajano puuh
Pafyna dryd crytufc ymfyoc cdyo pahaydr.

"Pid tyfh pnaygc cuuh, so mujamo kenm
Dra cih ec rekr yht ymsucd huuh
Yht cyva eh cih vnus oylgmac ed femm gaab."

Liir raises an eyebrow at Trindle, who had seemed rather interested indeed in the little song, before tucking the pacifier into her mouth. His finger was getting sore and she was tired enough she didn't seem to care what was there so it was a good time. The little black eyes look up into her father's face for a moment, as if to ask if the song had any real merit ad he, anthropomorphizing brilliantly, nods. Where he might have heard it is anyone's guess, including his own.

He dismisses it. As it was, the tea on the table and the baby in his arms were more important. At least, for the moment anyway.

Multipup post

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is sitting in a booth near the infirmary, holding a four month old baby. He also happens to be rather wet, having just bathed Jack.

Jack is now looking at him with the type of blank stare babies reserve for stupid adults who don't really know what to do with them. Guppy meanwhile is trying to distract said infant with the nearest available object, his stethoscope.

----------------------------------------------------------

Over by the fire, Shufti is taking the baby free opportunity to catch a bit of rest. She is curled up on a sofa, half asleep. Try as she might, she is still tuned into her surroundings, but with the weirdness of the clock, is not prepared to stray too far from Jack.

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[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

There is a silent, overwhelming sense of relief when she reaches the booth in the corner – her hiding place – but she is fine and the way her fingers are knotted in her skirt beneath the table is really only out of force of habit.

She manages to keep herself walking during the 'getting there' process – slowly the entire way, pointedly not rushing - her chin tilted and shoulders set. It is, all things considered, a rather impressive and convincing show.

Very completely calm nymph curled up in the corner. It's been a while.

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[thelastearthman.livejournal.com]

Between visits to Antar and various other committments, Arthur hasn't seen the inside of a booth in a while. Tonight, he has tea and a dog who, despite all efforts, is just too large to fit into his lap.

Feel free to join him.

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

[OOM: after the rescue, Ryan tells Elaine that Tony didn't make it, and shares some concerns about Chris.]

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[accessobrian.livejournal.com]

[oom: Back at home, Chloe sits, waits, and listens. Beware the Silver Text!]

Chloe enters slowly, not really looking around. When she realizes where she is, she makes her way to Bar and orders a glass of water.

She takes these to a near booth and sits down.

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[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph's playing piano, quietly, in the corner.

She's not nearly as ear-achingly bad as she used to be. She's not brilliant, mind, but at least you can listen without wincing now.

... Mostly.

OOM

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Gary's week as a girl:

The Trick

Sorting things out.

Settling in.

Triumphant Return.

Warning for adult content, foul language, and general silliness.

(no subject)

[winged-eros.livejournal.com]

The door opens and -

No lights, no music, no drama, just a man in a blazer and old jeans, looking slightly tired. He runs a hand through his hair, messing it as he does.

It's been a while. Too long, in some ways. This isn't the right time for a drink, not yet: Eros turns instead towards the back door, heading for the lake and the night.

In the Old Kingdom

[mogget_cat]

[Out-of-Milliways: Somewhere north of Roble's Town, Yrael continues on his trip less enthusiastically than before.]

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[cywyllog]

It's been a few hours now. Strangely enough, they've gone by quickly, faster then Cywyllog thinks time ever has here before. Not that there's anything different. Except for what is, of course.

It's been a few hours, and she knows it's time to go. She doesn't know how she knows that, or any of the rest of it for that matter, she just does.

Passing the bar, Cywyllog pauses briefly, but no. No notes. She got to say the only goodbye that really mattered and well, she's never been one to announce her coming and goings. Instead, she merely gives the surface a gentle pat and continues on her way.

It's been a few hours and the door opens as freely as it ever did, when it opened at all anyway, and she smiles at the familiar sight on the other side. Stepping through, she turns for just one more look around, and then closes the door behind her.

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

[OOM:

Bargain

Change of Identity

Salat]

(no subject)

[pirate_jack]

[OOM: On the island of the Pelegostas, the tribe prepares to send their chief to the gods.

Jack Sparrow has other plans. So does Will Turner, not to mention the rest of the Pearl's unusual crew.

Afterwards, their next course is charted in an unexpected direction. Seems there's a need to pay a visit to someone very special...]


[Dead Man's Chest movie spoilers, savvy?]