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called_lioness[OOM: Planning. Snogging. Tickling. Lucy and Caspian, obviously, at their finest. Millitimed to...a time that is not now. XD]
Aug. 22nd, 2006
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ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.comUlfin's been around. Just not where you could see him, much. He's been attending to Morgan, and to baby Mordred, as he swore to do.
He comes downstairs now, Carney the wildcat padding at his side, and looks around the bar.
He might be leaving for good today or any day soon, after all.
He comes downstairs now, Carney the wildcat padding at his side, and looks around the bar.
He might be leaving for good today or any day soon, after all.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 01:15 amgonna_live[Infirmary visits, millitimed to last night and very early this morning.
After Mal makes Simon go sleep, he comes back. At various points of the afternoon and evening, Wash and Naomi, Inara, Merriman, and River stop in. (There really is a lot of sleeping going on.)
And then, very late last night, Simon comes back, with test results. Kaylee isn't very happy.]
After Mal makes Simon go sleep, he comes back. At various points of the afternoon and evening, Wash and Naomi, Inara, Merriman, and River stop in. (There really is a lot of sleeping going on.)
And then, very late last night, Simon comes back, with test results. Kaylee isn't very happy.]
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OOM: In Tokyo
Aug. 22nd, 2006 04:31 amnotsoyoung.livejournal.com[OOM: Post an offer being made and accepted, Khayman drops Claudia off in Tokyo, where she has a talk with David and Loki, where the future and mortality (and, to an extent, morality) is discussed.
Later, David and Loki discuss schools, schooling, and tutors.
Warnings for David's biting of Loki in the latter thread. But hey, vampire. He's allowed.]
Later, David and Loki discuss schools, schooling, and tutors.
Warnings for David's biting of Loki in the latter thread. But hey, vampire. He's allowed.]
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 08:03 ammd_donighalThe man in the gray suit stumbles into the bar, looking rather surprised. "Not where I was expecting to have breakfast," he mutters. "Bar, love, if it does you, could I have a cup of coffee, a bacon-and-egg croissant, and a strawberry jelly donut?"
The order arrives more or less at once, the donut with the clear and glazed existence of the numeral 2 on its upward face. Michael, of course, notices at once. "Does that mean what I think it was?" He pats Bar gently on the rail. "Thank you for remembering. Sorry I wasn't more help retrieving you, back when I first arrived."
[Yes, it's the Beacon Mal's second Milliversary. He's available for tagging, or to tag you, until around 2pm. Use him in good health.]
The order arrives more or less at once, the donut with the clear and glazed existence of the numeral 2 on its upward face. Michael, of course, notices at once. "Does that mean what I think it was?" He pats Bar gently on the rail. "Thank you for remembering. Sorry I wasn't more help retrieving you, back when I first arrived."
[Yes, it's the Beacon Mal's second Milliversary. He's available for tagging, or to tag you, until around 2pm. Use him in good health.]
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 09:25 amun_fallenOOM: Griffith Park. Raguel takes in a late-night view, and realizes there's some chance he'll miss the place. A little. Maybe.
OOC: Mun has totally been to Griffith Observatory! Um. Okay, I have Google Earth and an internet connection. Please forgive any topographical errors. ;)
OOC: Mun has totally been to Griffith Observatory! Um. Okay, I have Google Earth and an internet connection. Please forgive any topographical errors. ;)
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 09:43 amfaithful-slayer.livejournal.comFaith's in the bar today, curled up in a booth with a cup of tar-strength coffee.
Conversations are welcome.
Conversations are welcome.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 10:27 amlatino_menaceMillitimed to a few days ago because both muns forgot to post it, talk of family. Otherwise known as 'Random wanting a proper one and Ramon being oblivious.'
[OOC: Warnings for mild schmoop and talk of football.]
[OOC: Warnings for mild schmoop and talk of football.]
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 10:40 amwitchy-rebel.livejournal.comIt's two hours later, and Morgan walks back down the stairs carrying some bags and a wriggling baby (her snake is in the bags. She looks around, puts the bags down by the Bar and orders a piece of paper and a pen.
( She writes: )
"Bar, could give this to whoever may be worried about myself or Ulfin? Thank you."
She picks up her things, and walks out the back door. A little time later, she's walking back in, leading her white mare, Epona. Catching Ulfin's eye, she smiles a little and gestures to the front door. And when they leave, Morgan keeps her head bowed as she shuts the door firmly behind them.
( She writes: )
"Bar, could give this to whoever may be worried about myself or Ulfin? Thank you."
She picks up her things, and walks out the back door. A little time later, she's walking back in, leading her white mare, Epona. Catching Ulfin's eye, she smiles a little and gestures to the front door. And when they leave, Morgan keeps her head bowed as she shuts the door firmly behind them.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 11:47 amgone_byebyeRay's in the Bar again, still goopy- or, rather, goopy anew. There's a few minor puddles of ectoplasm where his feet have passed since coming in, but they're drying up and falling to dust. Mostly, anyway.
He's pretty much ignoring the shiny greenish yuk stuck to one of his shoulders. Dumping everything he's been able to scare up about that clock, about Urza (who doesn't appear to be listed in Spates anywhere, damn the luck), and about the scans out by the lake into his holocomputer takes precedence. So does coffee. But coffee, by its nature, always takes precedence. So there you are.
Given a little time he might start playing 3D Tetris, but right now he's all serious and working. Might be fun to poke.
He's pretty much ignoring the shiny greenish yuk stuck to one of his shoulders. Dumping everything he's been able to scare up about that clock, about Urza (who doesn't appear to be listed in Spates anywhere, damn the luck), and about the scans out by the lake into his holocomputer takes precedence. So does coffee. But coffee, by its nature, always takes precedence. So there you are.
Given a little time he might start playing 3D Tetris, but right now he's all serious and working. Might be fun to poke.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 12:03 pmclockarmageddon.livejournal.com[ooc: This thread takes place between 3 and 5 on the Armageddeon Clock.]
The Clock has been sitting there, seeming to be oblivious to all who come by. It has endured much from various people, even speaking briefly to someone who could talk to it.
But it was a very brief conversation and the Clock had been happy when it ended.
If one could say the Clock could be happy.
Should anyone be watching the Clock, they will have noticed its hand has been moving faster. The Clock has spend up, moving at what looks to be double its original speed. Its hand creeps past the four, chimes never coming, and heads down toward the five.
The Clock has been sitting there, seeming to be oblivious to all who come by. It has endured much from various people, even speaking briefly to someone who could talk to it.
But it was a very brief conversation and the Clock had been happy when it ended.
If one could say the Clock could be happy.
Should anyone be watching the Clock, they will have noticed its hand has been moving faster. The Clock has spend up, moving at what looks to be double its original speed. Its hand creeps past the four, chimes never coming, and heads down toward the five.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 01:00 pmcalled_lioness[OOM: She never claimed to be an angel, only (wonderfully, sadly) human. Alanna and Lucy discuss things like life, and death, and children, and Lucy apologizes for something she has to ask Adam. Because not knowing is harder than knowing, even should it hurt. On the note of angels, Lucy wonders if she'll even get to say goodbye to one, or if she won't be here when he gets back.
Meanwhile, and not to be missed, there is a Dragon Family Powwow. Lilac and Lavender are VERY upset that The Him and their Human are mating in a FORMAL way instead of the noisey fun way they are used to hiding in the bathroom from. This is the sort of thing The Hims might stick around after! Puff, being the loving mother she is, gives advice.
And more of Adam's pants are fried.
Millitimed to someday that ain't today and is in the past. Say Sunday evening.]
Meanwhile, and not to be missed, there is a Dragon Family Powwow. Lilac and Lavender are VERY upset that The Him and their Human are mating in a FORMAL way instead of the noisey fun way they are used to hiding in the bathroom from. This is the sort of thing The Hims might stick around after! Puff, being the loving mother she is, gives advice.
And more of Adam's pants are fried.
Millitimed to someday that ain't today and is in the past. Say Sunday evening.]
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 01:20 pmbohemian-mark.livejournal.comThe door opens, like it does so many times a day, but this time, backwards through the door, comes a man holding a camera on his shoulder. Even those who know him might stare for a moment, because this is Mark with an honest-to-goodness film camera. Not his little 16mm standby. He is trailing a cord, which disconnects from the camera as he passes through the door. Turning around, he blinks at his surroundings and facepalms, whining to no one in particular. "But that was actually a cut for picture. Why the hell'd you have to make me come in -now-?" Poor boy. Over-abused film director. He's wearing a baseball hat backwards, a pair of huge headphones, a t-shirt and shorts, along with a pair of much-abused sandals. Standing for a moment, he looks for a place to put his camera down. At least he can get a tea.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 02:05 pmpirate_jack[OOM: After receiving advice, direction, and an unusual gift, the Pearl sets sail to the shipwreck site where they're to find the Flying Dutchman.
Will, of course, has a plan. Jack, of course, has a different one.
Neither go quite as expected, not when Davy Jones is involved.
And someone else, as it turns out, has an opinion of her own about it all.]
[As always, Dead Man's Chest spoilers, savvy?]
Will, of course, has a plan. Jack, of course, has a different one.
Neither go quite as expected, not when Davy Jones is involved.
And someone else, as it turns out, has an opinion of her own about it all.]
[As always, Dead Man's Chest spoilers, savvy?]
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 02:07 pmfallen-april.livejournal.comApril inna bra bar, drinking tea.
Thank you, typos.
Although if you must know, she is wearing a bra.
Bother at will.
Thank you, typos.
Bother at will.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 02:43 pmlastczarnian.livejournal.comLobo. The Main Man.
He is between jobs at the moment, so, he is bored. The Clock of Doom did not merit much of his attention.
Come on, its so obvious what the clock is... or maybe you have to be a murderous maniac to guess so fast.
Anyway, Lobo is outside, using the debris of the battle a few days past as targets for his bolter gun. The sound of breacher rounds turning dead trees into toothpicks and splinters is comforting.
So, he is unlikely to react with violence at an interruption.
Unlikely.
He is between jobs at the moment, so, he is bored. The Clock of Doom did not merit much of his attention.
Come on, its so obvious what the clock is... or maybe you have to be a murderous maniac to guess so fast.
Anyway, Lobo is outside, using the debris of the battle a few days past as targets for his bolter gun. The sound of breacher rounds turning dead trees into toothpicks and splinters is comforting.
So, he is unlikely to react with violence at an interruption.
Unlikely.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 02:55 pmpolitestpirate.livejournal.comAt the moment- or at least when Wellard was ready to head outside for work on the hull- it is raining. It is Scotland, so rain is not much of a surprise, afterall.
So, on to the other plan of the day. Living at sea does not get you into the habit of acquiring much in the way of possessions; The exception for Wellard since arriving at the bar has been books. And now, there are quite too many stacked up on his desk in his room. Since he has been researching and working on building a (wooden) boat, a standing bookshelf should not be too hard to build once he works out the measurements.
However, before he can ask Bar for some paper to start the design on, a stack of books and a note appear. Wellard picks up the note, to read it-
And is now sitting quietly at the bar, lost in thought, with a cup of tea near at hand.
So, on to the other plan of the day. Living at sea does not get you into the habit of acquiring much in the way of possessions; The exception for Wellard since arriving at the bar has been books. And now, there are quite too many stacked up on his desk in his room. Since he has been researching and working on building a (wooden) boat, a standing bookshelf should not be too hard to build once he works out the measurements.
However, before he can ask Bar for some paper to start the design on, a stack of books and a note appear. Wellard picks up the note, to read it-
And is now sitting quietly at the bar, lost in thought, with a cup of tea near at hand.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 03:30 pmjanetsdaughter.livejournal.comCassie is sitting in a booth, eating chocolate pudding.
mm, chocolate pudding.
She's grinning.
She's been doing alot of that these days.
mm, chocolate pudding.
She's grinning.
She's been doing alot of that these days.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 04:46 pmucav-tinman.livejournal.comEddie, the DS, and a duffel bag were all somehow associated with a bar stool.
So was the food in front of him - something non-specific he'd asked for and been glad to recieve, mostly consisting of french fries and ketchup. It was the most unhealthy thing he ate.
He was also humming to himself, along with the music on the DS. Gotta catch 'em all.
So was the food in front of him - something non-specific he'd asked for and been glad to recieve, mostly consisting of french fries and ketchup. It was the most unhealthy thing he ate.
He was also humming to himself, along with the music on the DS. Gotta catch 'em all.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 04:48 pmwine-women-song.livejournal.com*It's that time of the evening, when the light is low outside and shining in the windows at just the right angle to make you feel lazy and warm. It casts a warm glow across the bar, glinting off the multitude of bottles and glasses.
Dionysus is there, drying the last of a small stack of glasses, and putting them to their proper place about the bar. On the board is written the evening's specials.
Happy Hour
Summer Watermelon
Iced Popsicles in Apple, Grape, Strawberry, and Lemon
Summer fruit salad
Hamburgers off the Grill; your choice of style
All iced teas and iced drinks are half off
He puts another martini glass up above the bar, and smiles lazily.*
Dionysus is there, drying the last of a small stack of glasses, and putting them to their proper place about the bar. On the board is written the evening's specials.
Happy Hour
Summer Watermelon
Iced Popsicles in Apple, Grape, Strawberry, and Lemon
Summer fruit salad
Hamburgers off the Grill; your choice of style
All iced teas and iced drinks are half off
He puts another martini glass up above the bar, and smiles lazily.*
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 04:49 pmflame-and-void.livejournal.comRand carries a book under-arm as he walks down into the bar, looking around the usual crowd.
He spies Moiraine, and makes for her table, intent in his stride.
He spies Moiraine, and makes for her table, intent in his stride.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 05:16 pmloveinalocket.livejournal.comShiori is in the bar, with a sunburn and a gameboy color. It's uncertain how many creative ways she can die in the game before she gives it up as a loss. Feel free to distract her before she decides to do something terrible to the game.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 05:43 pmtry_corsets[OOM: Elsewhere in the Caribbean, the crew of the Edinburgh Trader receives a sign from the ‘ghost bride’ that cannot be ignored.
Meanwhile, Will is reunited with a certain someone in the most unlikely of places.]
[Movie spoilers ahoy, savvy?]
Meanwhile, Will is reunited with a certain someone in the most unlikely of places.]
[Movie spoilers ahoy, savvy?]
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 06:37 pmnot-one-drop.livejournal.comIt's out by the lake for Mal, tonight, wandering around the grounds. Orion is, as always, pacing at her heels, and behind her (if you look closely), clouds follow.
Not that she'd mind company. She's feeling philosophical.
Not that she'd mind company. She's feeling philosophical.
asar-suti.livejournal.comAfter all the alarming news and worrying events of yesterday, Asar-Suti was back early in the library this morning, searching away.
He'd brought a huge thermos of coffee along for the task, and had put up a notice:
The magical clock by the back door a) is connected to the quakes and b) can't be touched, c) may be going sideways through time as well as c) fulfilling wishes you don't really want (?).
We are alarmed.
Any input or help is welcome!
- Asar-Suti
In the meanwhile, Khayman was sitting in a dark corner near the back door, very quietly and unobtrusively, keeping an eye on the clock that had de-vampired Claudia.
[[OOC: Tag in your pups for the research team, then thread-hop! AS- and Khayman-mun is busy with a Nazgul and shall be out and about for parts of her evening, so can't take tags quite like yesterday. Say thankyou!]]
He'd brought a huge thermos of coffee along for the task, and had put up a notice:
The magical clock by the back door a) is connected to the quakes and b) can't be touched, c) may be going sideways through time as well as c) fulfilling wishes you don't really want (?).
We are alarmed.
Any input or help is welcome!
- Asar-Suti
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In the meanwhile, Khayman was sitting in a dark corner near the back door, very quietly and unobtrusively, keeping an eye on the clock that had de-vampired Claudia.
[[OOC: Tag in your pups for the research team, then thread-hop! AS- and Khayman-mun is busy with a Nazgul and shall be out and about for parts of her evening, so can't take tags quite like yesterday. Say thankyou!]]
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 06:52 pmprince-arithon.livejournal.comArithon, hair short and wearing 90% modern clothing*, is in the bar. He's got a book (not in English) spread out in front of him, a plate of ignored food to the left of him, and a mostly empty pot of tea to the right.
The tea cup hasn't left his hand since he picked it up. Arithon has just begun researching Indian and English history, as he's been told that India is where people may assume he's from.
It is both fascinating and horrifying.
* Annie Wells still hasn't gotten him out of his boots and jewelry.
The tea cup hasn't left his hand since he picked it up. Arithon has just begun researching Indian and English history, as he's been told that India is where people may assume he's from.
It is both fascinating and horrifying.
* Annie Wells still hasn't gotten him out of his boots and jewelry.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 06:58 pmangela-edmunds.livejournal.comAngela is sitting out by the lake. Her eyes are red, but she's no longer crying.
She's just sitting out, gazing across the lake at the forest, not really thinking of anything.
Just being.
One of the best memories of her childhood is watching Star Wars with her "Uncle Tony" when she was about eleven, eating popcorn and drinking Coke with him, while Michelle smiled and rolled her eyes in amusement every time she passed through the room.
And now he was gone.
Angela sniffled. She wasn't sure if the memories would be gone when she got home, either.
She's just sitting out, gazing across the lake at the forest, not really thinking of anything.
Just being.
One of the best memories of her childhood is watching Star Wars with her "Uncle Tony" when she was about eleven, eating popcorn and drinking Coke with him, while Michelle smiled and rolled her eyes in amusement every time she passed through the room.
And now he was gone.
Angela sniffled. She wasn't sure if the memories would be gone when she got home, either.
Armageddeon: Day Five
Aug. 22nd, 2006 07:16 pmclockarmageddon.livejournal.comAs it turns out, neither knowledge nor power is safe before the Clock.
The unintended offering, though, has held the hand back from reaching its full charge. The hand sits nearer the 4 than the 5 when the appointed time comes.
Four chimes today. Anyone keeping track might have an idea what to expect.
There's a point where the shuddering can no longer be considered a tremor and must be called a quake. Today might not be that day, but it's definitely a grey area.
Everything seems to rattle when the earth shifts this time. Empty chairs beat out a staccato blast against the jittering tables while unattended dishes and glasses dance along their surfaces. Those too near the edge shake themselves free and crash onto the floor.
Behind the bar, the shelves of bottles clang and ring with the vibrations. One of the less filled ones clatters forward and pitches off its perch. It's followed by another, and another. Soon, half a shelf's worth of booze and mixers have spilled and broken behind the bar. Then a shelf's worth.
By the time the trembling stops, only the most filled bottles are able to remain untouched. Anyone wanting a drink tonight should probably consider their choice carefully.
The unintended offering, though, has held the hand back from reaching its full charge. The hand sits nearer the 4 than the 5 when the appointed time comes.
Four chimes today. Anyone keeping track might have an idea what to expect.
There's a point where the shuddering can no longer be considered a tremor and must be called a quake. Today might not be that day, but it's definitely a grey area.
Everything seems to rattle when the earth shifts this time. Empty chairs beat out a staccato blast against the jittering tables while unattended dishes and glasses dance along their surfaces. Those too near the edge shake themselves free and crash onto the floor.
Behind the bar, the shelves of bottles clang and ring with the vibrations. One of the less filled ones clatters forward and pitches off its perch. It's followed by another, and another. Soon, half a shelf's worth of booze and mixers have spilled and broken behind the bar. Then a shelf's worth.
By the time the trembling stops, only the most filled bottles are able to remain untouched. Anyone wanting a drink tonight should probably consider their choice carefully.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 07:26 pmdear-of-heart.livejournal.comCora has the book on printing with her again, tonight. She's curled up on a sofa a bit away from the fire, reading avidly.
Feel free to interrupt.
Feel free to interrupt.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 07:51 pmtheravenboyBran's changed his clothes since this afternoon, when he and his dog Lluchddu herded sheep in the light rain, but his hair is still damp and sticking to his face.
Now he sits on a chair near the fire, with his harp, a small book and a pot of tea.
Now he sits on a chair near the fire, with his harp, a small book and a pot of tea.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 08:01 pmburiedmybrother.livejournal.comThe problem isn't that Antigone doesn't know what to do-- now that she's met Sweet, she's fairly certain that she knows how she can help Saionji.
The problem is really just ... getting there. She hasn't seen Touga, and anyway she's not sure he'd be willing to help her in this particular endeavor.
Enter one dead princess, pacing agitatedly as she glances around for someone who might be of some help to her.
The problem is really just ... getting there. She hasn't seen Touga, and anyway she's not sure he'd be willing to help her in this particular endeavor.
Enter one dead princess, pacing agitatedly as she glances around for someone who might be of some help to her.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 08:13 pmblue_ajahThe day before, she had received some difficult news. Then, earlier tonight, something had happened that had disturbed her even within the confines of her shielded study.
When she glides downstairs into the bar for the evening, her outward composure is serene and unbroken, as usual-- but the expression in the dark eyes is shadowed and almost unfathomable.
Soon afterwards, Moiraine is settled at her usual table, with a pot of tea near to hand. It is mostly untouched, as she seems to be paying much more attention to the notes she is sorting and the list she is writing as a result.
When she glides downstairs into the bar for the evening, her outward composure is serene and unbroken, as usual-- but the expression in the dark eyes is shadowed and almost unfathomable.
Soon afterwards, Moiraine is settled at her usual table, with a pot of tea near to hand. It is mostly untouched, as she seems to be paying much more attention to the notes she is sorting and the list she is writing as a result.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 08:35 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy has been in the infirmary most of the morning, and is now in the bar proper, sitting well away from the disturbing looking clock.
He's also got baby Jack on his knee again, his growing concern about his mother leading him to nudge her gently into getting some more rest. Since Jack is currently holding his pager hostage and dribbling on his trousers, he's probably starting to realise exactly why she's so tired.
He's also got baby Jack on his knee again, his growing concern about his mother leading him to nudge her gently into getting some more rest. Since Jack is currently holding his pager hostage and dribbling on his trousers, he's probably starting to realise exactly why she's so tired.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 08:38 pme_delmarIt ain't so much that Ennis is bored. Shit, he's anything but.
But a promise is a promise, and even if it was a promise made to him, Ennis' gonna hold it. So he's out back with the horses, evenin' instead of mornin', but it all works out the same.
But a promise is a promise, and even if it was a promise made to him, Ennis' gonna hold it. So he's out back with the horses, evenin' instead of mornin', but it all works out the same.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 08:41 pmartsmartscarlet.livejournal.com(Out of Milliways: In which Jane takes advantage of where (and when) she's working, and visits a certain pair of towers. Millitimed to... sometime while she was painting Mark's loft. No particular warnings.)
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 08:50 pmforced-pilgrim.livejournal.comMonkey meanders through the bar on his hands, feet waving in the air in a flaily sort of way, his tail flicking back and forth like a streamer in an air conditioner vent.
This is because he's juggling with them. He's just about as good on his hands as on his feet, but the half-dozen discarded bottles rotating through the air above him takes a bit of quick motion to stay under and keep in motion. Every few moments his tail has to lash out and grab an errant one.
His safforn robe has fallen down around his waist, revealing his (awesome) tiger-print underwear.
Wait, that's not tiger-print. It's just tiger.
Also, he's singing.
Monkey likes attention.
This is because he's juggling with them. He's just about as good on his hands as on his feet, but the half-dozen discarded bottles rotating through the air above him takes a bit of quick motion to stay under and keep in motion. Every few moments his tail has to lash out and grab an errant one.
His safforn robe has fallen down around his waist, revealing his (awesome) tiger-print underwear.
Wait, that's not tiger-print. It's just tiger.
Also, he's singing.
Monkey likes attention.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 09:01 pmshuftiShufti is out back, sitting by the lake. A shower of rain is currently falling. She doesn't appear to have noticed. If anything, it disguises her tears.
She has slept, thanks to leaving Jack with Guppy again, so she isn't quite so tired. But she could still use a bit of a hug right about now.
She has slept, thanks to leaving Jack with Guppy again, so she isn't quite so tired. But she could still use a bit of a hug right about now.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 09:13 pmprone-to-panic.livejournal.comIf Archie looked jumpy and nervous the last time he had an entrance post, it's nothing to the way he looks now. His eyes are noticably too wide, slightly glazed over, and he's a little more pink in the cheeks than usual. He's gotten a lot of very startling news the last few days, and he's not quite adjusted to it all yet.
Come ask him why.
Come ask him why.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 09:18 pmargyle_princessHannah has been out running, once all the way around the lake, rain or no rain.
Now she's settled into an armchair wringing water out of her hair, and thinking about getting coffee.
Bother at will.
Now she's settled into an armchair wringing water out of her hair, and thinking about getting coffee.
Bother at will.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 09:37 pmflybywashSay you have a friend and crewmate in the infirmary and no real idea when she'll be home besides "in a few days." What do you do?
If you're Wash, you think of a plan. It may even be a Plan. Because, hell, if one of the only two people on Serenity with any appreciation for the finer things in life -- i.e. colors so bright they make mere mortals go blind -- isn't around, the other'd better step in and pick up the slack.
Unfortunately, this plan involved paint. Lots of it.
Even more unfortunately, Wash was hard at work when the quake hit.
So now, instead of executing his Plan, the evening's kind of turned into an impromptu cleaning session as he tries to mop up the spilled paint, heap the soaking wet papers together, and gingerly retrieve the plastic containers that toppled off of his table. In between the clean-up and grumbling, he keeps throwing vaguely uneasy glances around the bar; if something happened that was big enough to make this place shake like that, it probably can't be too much with the good.
But mostly, he's just grumbling, and trying to not look like he and everything within three feet of him walked through a very colorful tornado.
If you're Wash, you think of a plan. It may even be a Plan. Because, hell, if one of the only two people on Serenity with any appreciation for the finer things in life -- i.e. colors so bright they make mere mortals go blind -- isn't around, the other'd better step in and pick up the slack.
Unfortunately, this plan involved paint. Lots of it.
Even more unfortunately, Wash was hard at work when the quake hit.
So now, instead of executing his Plan, the evening's kind of turned into an impromptu cleaning session as he tries to mop up the spilled paint, heap the soaking wet papers together, and gingerly retrieve the plastic containers that toppled off of his table. In between the clean-up and grumbling, he keeps throwing vaguely uneasy glances around the bar; if something happened that was big enough to make this place shake like that, it probably can't be too much with the good.
But mostly, he's just grumbling, and trying to not look like he and everything within three feet of him walked through a very colorful tornado.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 09:41 pmmistressmaryquitecontraryMary Lennox is sitting in a booth, with her copy of Le Morte d'Arthur open in front of her, her skipping-rope slung over her shoulders, and a rather sullen expression on her face.
She'd been skipping outside, a few minutes ago. She'd gotten to ninety-nine, and then she'd stopped.
It didn't feel as good as it should have.
She'd been skipping outside, a few minutes ago. She'd gotten to ninety-nine, and then she'd stopped.
It didn't feel as good as it should have.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 10:48 pmthe_seafarerDespite the allure of sailing and the faithfulness of his little boat, wooden boats take a lot of looking after and Caspian looks tired after hauling the Hope out on the little beach to scrape and sand the wood before pulling her back into the water.
At any rate, a good cup of tea and some well-earned time by the fire has him decided to stay in the bar proper before heading back through the portrait.
He's slightly damp with lakewater, but doesn't seem to mind.
At any rate, a good cup of tea and some well-earned time by the fire has him decided to stay in the bar proper before heading back through the portrait.
He's slightly damp with lakewater, but doesn't seem to mind.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 11:26 pmather-fledgling.livejournal.comAubrey's in the bar, at a booth. There's a pot of coffee sitting on the table, and a cup that's empty.
Guesses on who he's waiting for.
[plot-locked. Say sorry.]
Guesses on who he's waiting for.
[plot-locked. Say sorry.]
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 11:30 pmregan_tamGabriel and Regan Tam step into the bar, and head towards the infirmary. Regan is carrying a small vase of pink millefiori glass, filled with a profusion of bright flowers.
When they emerge, looking pleased and perhaps just a tiny bit relieved, both scan the room. Gabriel spots Harry and Annie Wells first, and murmurs something to his wife; smiling, they both make their way over.
When they emerge, looking pleased and perhaps just a tiny bit relieved, both scan the room. Gabriel spots Harry and Annie Wells first, and murmurs something to his wife; smiling, they both make their way over.
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Aug. 22nd, 2006 11:37 pmmilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comHarry and Annie Wells have an appointment tonight- one of the very few things that seems to be capable of putting them both in the main Bar at the same time. It's also one of the very few things that can get Harry into a civilian suit without looking as if he wants to bite someone. He can maintain a pleasant, civilised demeanour if the situation calls for it. It's a lot easier for Annie. Such things come to her naturally.
