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Oct. 14th, 2006 12:39 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
giftedthom.livejournal.com*Thom walks into the bar, pulls out a chair at a table, and owns it. This table is now his.
. . .
For tonight.*
. . .
For tonight.*
Oct. 14th, 2006
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Oct. 14th, 2006 01:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aj_crawleyThere's a newspaper on the low-coffee table, by Crowley's feet, as he lounges by the fire in an attitude of studied nonchalance. Reading it might, it's true, complete the picture, but he can't seem to get past the narrow, printed sidebar on the cover - a neat little summary that sends a smugly accusing reminder of the International pages (themselves sitting stolidly in the centre, refusing to go away).
Instead he's focusing his attention on... anything else, really; the fire, the shifting crowd, the wait-rats that occasionally scurry under his propped-up legs. A little distracted then, perhaps - but not in a bad mood.
He's not checking his watch, but he does keep reaching up to straighten his shirt collar.
Instead he's focusing his attention on... anything else, really; the fire, the shifting crowd, the wait-rats that occasionally scurry under his propped-up legs. A little distracted then, perhaps - but not in a bad mood.
He's not checking his watch, but he does keep reaching up to straighten his shirt collar.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 02:28 amcreator_ravenRaven has been busy of late, except for all the ways in which he hasn't.
Unless those ways involve eating.
Or sleeping.
Or wearing feathers. Not the boa kind.
Today, nothing much seems to have changed. There is a plate of cookies at his elbow, a pitcher of lemonade and several glasses in the middle of the table, and a notebook directly in front of him.
It seems to be full of scribbles. Or knots.
Or both.
Funny, that.
Unless those ways involve eating.
Or sleeping.
Or wearing feathers. Not the boa kind.
Today, nothing much seems to have changed. There is a plate of cookies at his elbow, a pitcher of lemonade and several glasses in the middle of the table, and a notebook directly in front of him.
It seems to be full of scribbles. Or knots.
Or both.
Funny, that.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 03:02 amyukon-2019.livejournal.comA pink-haired girl pops up next to an observation window. After a short tensed moment she relaxes with a smile that appears bigger than it actually is. Obviously pleased she occupies the empty table next to her (wrapping herself around the nearest chair as if trying to fuse with it) and peeks outside and that's for orientation ...
As the show's on right now, her curious glance becomes almost immediately a glassy stare. Hard to say, if she's captured by excitement or pure horror.
The end of the universe may be fascinating. Anyway. She won't mind, if somebody interrupts.
As the show's on right now, her curious glance becomes almost immediately a glassy stare. Hard to say, if she's captured by excitement or pure horror.
The end of the universe may be fascinating. Anyway. She won't mind, if somebody interrupts.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 05:04 ammissginnytonic.livejournal.comGinny is in the bar. she's not doing much sits sitting in a booth. she's looking cheerful today. She's really just here to get away from her world. if there is any one else just here for an escape feel free to stop by her booth.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 08:53 amscion-of-amber.livejournal.com[OOM: And the redheads have a conference in a version of New York, 1940]
Fiona is at the Bar, with a bottle of Atlantean. Red '40s dress, with a black hat and a furcoat on the stool next to her. But she's taken the pins out of her fire-red hair, and that spoils the image of '40s glamour.
She also has a red mark on her face - as if someone has slapped her.
Fiona is at the Bar, with a bottle of Atlantean. Red '40s dress, with a black hat and a furcoat on the stool next to her. But she's taken the pins out of her fire-red hair, and that spoils the image of '40s glamour.
She also has a red mark on her face - as if someone has slapped her.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 09:20 amdidntseeit.livejournal.com[OoM: Day of the Dead, Mexico, 2003. Warning, contains torture.]
Beatriz Barillo has had a long day before she walks into the bar. Coup d’etats are always exhausting, but when you throw in the meeting of legends in the desert, a race through a hospital to rescue her father, the torture of her boyfriend in the back of a café by her father and then the discovery of the paid-and-agreed new president’s corpse, well….
It has been a long day. And it’s about to get longer.
She walks into the bar and immediately stops. It’s been a long, draining day, and for a moment the young Mexican woman just blinks stupidly at the room. Automatically, her right hand, with the handgun, comes up – no, not straight out, just pointing to the ceiling.
This isn’t the street. No cobbles, no smoke, no bodies or Sands…
It’s about then that Beatriz Barillo of the cartel, Beatriz Ajedrez of the AFN, notices the Observation Window.
And shrieks.
[ooc: note, this is being millitimed to when Sands and Mal aren't in the Bar - all muns concerned wouldn't mind if no one mentioned that Ajedrez is in bar just yet, there is Plot. Thank you]
Beatriz Barillo has had a long day before she walks into the bar. Coup d’etats are always exhausting, but when you throw in the meeting of legends in the desert, a race through a hospital to rescue her father, the torture of her boyfriend in the back of a café by her father and then the discovery of the paid-and-agreed new president’s corpse, well….
It has been a long day. And it’s about to get longer.
She walks into the bar and immediately stops. It’s been a long, draining day, and for a moment the young Mexican woman just blinks stupidly at the room. Automatically, her right hand, with the handgun, comes up – no, not straight out, just pointing to the ceiling.
This isn’t the street. No cobbles, no smoke, no bodies or Sands…
It’s about then that Beatriz Barillo of the cartel, Beatriz Ajedrez of the AFN, notices the Observation Window.
And shrieks.
[ooc: note, this is being millitimed to when Sands and Mal aren't in the Bar - all muns concerned wouldn't mind if no one mentioned that Ajedrez is in bar just yet, there is Plot. Thank you]
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Oct. 14th, 2006 10:32 amcorsec-jedi.livejournal.comThere is a Corran who doesn't look quite himself coming down the stairs this morning.
Somehow, his time here just hasn't been the same since she walked in. Stopping to carefully scan the bar at the bottom of the stairs, he notices that the door has suddenly vanished. He curses under his breath. Great. What else can go wrong this week? He shakes his head in part frustration, part disappointment, and walks over to Bar to get a mug of caf.
And so it is that with a haggard expression on his face, he secludes himself in a corner booth, and either stares into space, out the observation window, or most frequently, into his caf.
Somehow, his time here just hasn't been the same since she walked in. Stopping to carefully scan the bar at the bottom of the stairs, he notices that the door has suddenly vanished. He curses under his breath. Great. What else can go wrong this week? He shakes his head in part frustration, part disappointment, and walks over to Bar to get a mug of caf.
And so it is that with a haggard expression on his face, he secludes himself in a corner booth, and either stares into space, out the observation window, or most frequently, into his caf.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 12:36 pmsime-channel.livejournal.com“Patience is waiting. Not passively waiting. That is laziness. But to keep going when the going is hard and slow - that is patience.”
The sixteenth day that Suzi looks for the door, the sixteenth day it fails to be there. Two days after Turnover, and her skin is paler than it should be. This is stress, not yet illness.
She finds a seat and curls up to watch. Maybe if she stares hard enough it'll come back.
The sixteenth day that Suzi looks for the door, the sixteenth day it fails to be there. Two days after Turnover, and her skin is paler than it should be. This is stress, not yet illness.
She finds a seat and curls up to watch. Maybe if she stares hard enough it'll come back.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 02:06 pmthe_seafarerIt's one of those fall days that snap with colour and crisp air, with the sky patchworked in deep, clear blue between the clouds. It's a day to be outside, before the darkness of winter, and so Caspian is in the paddock, a cup of tea balanced on the rail next time him where he'd stopped after leading Darjeeling out and letting her lose with the other mares and geldings.
They move about the paddock, bright in the sun, tails waving lazily even though the air has turned too cold for biting flies. It's a comforting sight.
They move about the paddock, bright in the sun, tails waving lazily even though the air has turned too cold for biting flies. It's a comforting sight.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 03:02 pmnot-a-wizard.livejournal.comIt's been a difficult little while, but Telemain is smiling as he reads, the self-satisfied smile of someone who has things back in order, and is taking a few minutes to make themself relax. Breathe.
Okay, so it's a research book, titled The Finer Magickale Aspects of the Common Plante but the point is, he's taking a break.
Okay, so it's a research book, titled The Finer Magickale Aspects of the Common Plante but the point is, he's taking a break.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 03:20 pmhearthethoughts.livejournal.comMatt's increasing feeling of dread could be his mun and a medical procedure she's got to go to later this evening. Or it could be the threat of looming canon that could potentially be harmful.
He's aware of neither of those things however, as he's got a comfy armchair and a stack of Dick Tracy Comics.
Forerunner of most detective stories, and Matt's favorite superhero. Sure he's not really a superhero, but Matt's willing to bet...
Chances are he's having a difficult time with it as is. Loud people with loud thoughts.
He's aware of neither of those things however, as he's got a comfy armchair and a stack of Dick Tracy Comics.
Forerunner of most detective stories, and Matt's favorite superhero. Sure he's not really a superhero, but Matt's willing to bet...
Chances are he's having a difficult time with it as is. Loud people with loud thoughts.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 04:15 pmforge-fire.livejournal.com[OOM: Two days past, Hephaestos makes dinner...]
The door opens.
It isn't so much a hobble as a swaying sort of flying that involves the ground. A few steps from the door, the swaying involves the ground even more heavily as he flops unceremoniously onto the floor belly up. His eyes are mildly glazed and his hair is a complete mess. Some of his buttons have been buttoned a hole or two up from where they should be on his shirt and his pants seem fastened haphazardly. It could be that he was cornered by a group of angry titans or that someone had set a whirlwind loose in his workshop. In fact, those seem like the only sort of thing that could knock a god so thoroughly on his ass.
...except, of course, for the giant grin plastered on his face. And no, rain or shine, that thing isn't moving for quite some time.
The door opens.
It isn't so much a hobble as a swaying sort of flying that involves the ground. A few steps from the door, the swaying involves the ground even more heavily as he flops unceremoniously onto the floor belly up. His eyes are mildly glazed and his hair is a complete mess. Some of his buttons have been buttoned a hole or two up from where they should be on his shirt and his pants seem fastened haphazardly. It could be that he was cornered by a group of angry titans or that someone had set a whirlwind loose in his workshop. In fact, those seem like the only sort of thing that could knock a god so thoroughly on his ass.
...except, of course, for the giant grin plastered on his face. And no, rain or shine, that thing isn't moving for quite some time.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 04:27 pmq_in_trainingHer first weekend at Hearst, when Parker had been changing her shirt for the fifth time that day and extolling the joys of America's Next Top Model, Mac had opened their closet door and slammed it shut in a panic when it'd opened on Milliways. Luckily, Parker hadn't noticed.
There are better ways than that to introduce your roommate to a magic bar -- if you even do it at all.
And after that weekend...they'd had other things to deal with.
But today she's back, in an out of the way booth by the observation window, laptop and books taking up most of the table. Somewhere along the way, Mac's also picked up a small, freakishly intelligent dog who's sitting on top of her math textbook and eyeing her PowerBook curiously.
Hey, Gromit likes people who like gadgets.
[ooc:two muns, two pups, tag one or both! :D And now is the time on Sprockets when said muns leave for food. All tags will be picked up later.]
There are better ways than that to introduce your roommate to a magic bar -- if you even do it at all.
And after that weekend...they'd had other things to deal with.
But today she's back, in an out of the way booth by the observation window, laptop and books taking up most of the table. Somewhere along the way, Mac's also picked up a small, freakishly intelligent dog who's sitting on top of her math textbook and eyeing her PowerBook curiously.
Hey, Gromit likes people who like gadgets.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 05:15 pmpointed-spoon.livejournal.comIt has been said that men are mad things.
Dworkin is in a booth, watching the world end, and putting that principle into practise, while dabbling his fingers in a glass of wine and occasionally flicking drops at passer-bys.
Dworkin is in a booth, watching the world end, and putting that principle into practise, while dabbling his fingers in a glass of wine and occasionally flicking drops at passer-bys.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 05:22 pmfriend-ofnarnia.livejournal.comClink. Clinkclinkclinkclink.
The trappings of the Shadowlands amount to two bottle-tops, two blades broken off a pocket knife, and nine pence. GEORGIVS V DEI GRA BRITT OMN REX FID DEF IND IMP. She doesn't even remember what it means any more, and more to the point, she knows it's not enough to buy a proper drink.
Clinkclink.
All of it back into pocket swept. You don't need to buy things any more, do you? You don't... need to drink?
She also has a notebook, but the new rules aren't written in there. Jill Pole, Pole, Jill, and Under earth and throneless now I be.
The trappings of the Shadowlands amount to two bottle-tops, two blades broken off a pocket knife, and nine pence. GEORGIVS V DEI GRA BRITT OMN REX FID DEF IND IMP. She doesn't even remember what it means any more, and more to the point, she knows it's not enough to buy a proper drink.
Clinkclink.
All of it back into pocket swept. You don't need to buy things any more, do you? You don't... need to drink?
She also has a notebook, but the new rules aren't written in there. Jill Pole, Pole, Jill, and Under earth and throneless now I be.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 05:47 pmbright-burning.livejournal.comIt's possible - just possible - that Fire is sprawled over a couch, staring at the ceiling and amusing herself by lighting small bits of paper on fire and flicking them into the air. As one does.
It's equally possible that, if asked to move, she'll glare. Or laugh. Or glare and then laugh.
It's even more possible that the mun has no idea what she's rambling on about.
Regardless, Fire inna bar.
It's equally possible that, if asked to move, she'll glare. Or laugh. Or glare and then laugh.
It's even more possible that the mun has no idea what she's rambling on about.
Regardless, Fire inna bar.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 06:56 pmstopped-signal.livejournal.comSomeone was talking to April Cornwell the other day, while she was suffering from the flu.
Someone spent the last ten years or so of his life having as little contact with people (except over vidscreens) as he could get away with.
Someone, even after his death, has no immunity to speak of to airborne disease.
Sick hacker in the bar, curled up by the fire under a blanket.
Someone spent the last ten years or so of his life having as little contact with people (except over vidscreens) as he could get away with.
Someone, even after his death, has no immunity to speak of to airborne disease.
Sick hacker in the bar, curled up by the fire under a blanket.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 07:22 pmdiehard_danielDaniel is already by the fire. Coffee nowhere in sight but book opened on lap. He's studying but it seems he's only just started and won't be bothered if someone distracts him. His feet are on a footstool and he almost seems to sink into the chair. Eyes start drifting however as he slowly reaches that Zen point.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 07:37 pmexplorertruman.livejournal.comTruman was in the bar, sitting over by the Observation Window. Casually watching the display outside. He seemed a bit more pensive than usual.
He's always up for conversation from new and old friends.
He's always up for conversation from new and old friends.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 07:40 pmdragonofgrey.livejournal.comDraco was in the bar, currently sitting in the back at a booth. He occasionally gave some treats to Martin, his pygmy owl. Finally recovered from his hangover from last night's craziness. Sticking with tea with a bit of lemon in it. He was also reading.
It was actually Poe's Complete Works that he got from Wednesday the other day. Currently engrossed with the Fall of the House of Usher.
Go ahead and distract the git.
It was actually Poe's Complete Works that he got from Wednesday the other day. Currently engrossed with the Fall of the House of Usher.
Go ahead and distract the git.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 07:53 pmten-feet-below.livejournal.comThere's a Prince - noble, handsome, and clearly at the moment in great distress - making his way around the lake and towards the bar.
You can tell he's in distress because his normal swagger has changed into a tragic stagger. The red scratches all over his eyes are also a clue.
Fortunately, his keen intelligence and honed memory - or else, sheer dumb instinct - help him find the door to the bar. In he goes, groping at the walls for guidance.
"Rapunzel?"
You can tell he's in distress because his normal swagger has changed into a tragic stagger. The red scratches all over his eyes are also a clue.
Fortunately, his keen intelligence and honed memory - or else, sheer dumb instinct - help him find the door to the bar. In he goes, groping at the walls for guidance.
"Rapunzel?"
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Oct. 14th, 2006 07:56 pmloses-watches.livejournal.com[[OOM:Dan Yr Ogof caves, Wales]]
Out by the lake, there is a sudden flare of soft silver light. It dissipates almost as fast as it had appeared, to reveal two people standing where the light had been. The man, with a bemused expression on his face, is holding an ornate silver key, looking up from inspecting it. The woman is holding on to the edge of his coat, as if she had grasped it.
He peers myopically over the tops of his glasses.
"What. . . on earth?"
[[OOC: Two muns, two pups. You get both by default, state if you want one.]]
Out by the lake, there is a sudden flare of soft silver light. It dissipates almost as fast as it had appeared, to reveal two people standing where the light had been. The man, with a bemused expression on his face, is holding an ornate silver key, looking up from inspecting it. The woman is holding on to the edge of his coat, as if she had grasped it.
He peers myopically over the tops of his glasses.
"What. . . on earth?"
[[OOC: Two muns, two pups. You get both by default, state if you want one.]]
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Oct. 14th, 2006 08:06 pmsime-channel.livejournal.comOOM: After Turnover, a Sime not exposed to the calming nageristic fields of Gen may experience nightmares. The likelihood of this, and the severity, goes up exponentially with increasing need.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 08:10 pmdear-of-heart.livejournal.comCora is soaking in the heat by the fire (the Narnian weather suddenly realized its lapse a few days ago, and started the regularly scheduled winter season), with a cup of tea and a new book—-political reading can dull, occasionally.
She really wouldn’t mind being interrupted.
She really wouldn’t mind being interrupted.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 08:26 pmkayip.livejournal.comBehrooz is sitting at a table, rather slowly working on a plate of chicken and rice. He doesn't look very interested in finishing it, really - his eyes seem more interested in the door. But, he had come up with a good excuse to put off leaving again until the evening - he'd rather go back after having eaten, as he didn't really know where he was going to go, and the Bar's food proved far superior to hospital cafeteria food.
What's probably the catch to this plan is that the constant glancing at the door probably draws away from enjoying the food, but Behrooz hasn't really noticed this.
[ooc: Distracted by movie, but will pick up tags - feel free to ping shoroko1 if you tag.]
What's probably the catch to this plan is that the constant glancing at the door probably draws away from enjoying the food, but Behrooz hasn't really noticed this.
[ooc: Distracted by movie, but will pick up tags - feel free to ping shoroko1 if you tag.]
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Oct. 14th, 2006 08:29 pmscourgeofpiracy.livejournal.comNorrington is in the bar, pausing on the way to the lake door to collect a bottle.
Catch him before he gets to the door, or at any point on his walk to the Pearl.
Catch him before he gets to the door, or at any point on his walk to the Pearl.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 08:43 pmthe-h-star-r.livejournal.comHomestar walks to The Bar from the infirmary wearing a "Give Candy to Guppy" shirt and holding a note.
"The Bar, could you do me a jumbo/LARGE favor?"
He puts the note down.
"Could you give this note to someone named Sara Sidle? Doc Guppy also said I could have a smoothie on his tab. I'd like an orange one, please."
The Bar takes the note and brings up an orange smoothie.
"Woah... That never stops being cool."
Homestar has an unusual lot on his mind, but he is still botherable.
"The Bar, could you do me a jumbo/LARGE favor?"
He puts the note down.
"Could you give this note to someone named Sara Sidle? Doc Guppy also said I could have a smoothie on his tab. I'd like an orange one, please."
The Bar takes the note and brings up an orange smoothie.
"Woah... That never stops being cool."
Homestar has an unusual lot on his mind, but he is still botherable.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 08:53 pmpatches-x-x.livejournal.comMillitimed to before Wes threw a hissy fit and shot him, because a person typically doesn't sit at a magical bar minutes after getting shot.
Which is what he's doing, see. There's a glass of some liquid or another in front of him, and his stained fingernails tap the surface of the bar.
It's a sound awfully like the click of heels, yet he seems to have no problem with it.
Odd.
Which is what he's doing, see. There's a glass of some liquid or another in front of him, and his stained fingernails tap the surface of the bar.
It's a sound awfully like the click of heels, yet he seems to have no problem with it.
Odd.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 09:29 pmtrustonewhosees.livejournal.comTersa has to try more than once before she can make it understood to Bar what she's asking for. She doesn't need already-made cold or wound remedies. So far, she's not sick, and has high hopes of keeping it that way. She finally has plant samples, for several different herbs, so that people can see what they look like, and the prepared mixtures, whether it's a salve, tincture, or gargle. Most of them are fairly common plants, that people might have in their kitchens or gardens.
She takes them to an unused booth that's somewhat out of the main 'traffic'. She doesn't want to have to shout to be heard.
There's also a pot of chamomile tea, and some fresh bread, but those, strictly speaking, aren't part of the lesson.
She sets the pot down and turns to wave to Suzi to come over.
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She takes them to an unused booth that's somewhat out of the main 'traffic'. She doesn't want to have to shout to be heard.
There's also a pot of chamomile tea, and some fresh bread, but those, strictly speaking, aren't part of the lesson.
She sets the pot down and turns to wave to Suzi to come over.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 09:56 pmcreator_ravenAnother day, another table, another plate of cookies.
This seems largely to be the way of things for Raven, lately.
It is a very great pity.
Fortunately he doesn't look too put out by matters.
The grin is sort of a giveaway, really.
That and the easy sprawl he's adopted. Comfort is not something to be avoided.
Ever.
This seems largely to be the way of things for Raven, lately.
It is a very great pity.
Fortunately he doesn't look too put out by matters.
The grin is sort of a giveaway, really.
That and the easy sprawl he's adopted. Comfort is not something to be avoided.
Ever.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 10:11 pmiceheart-isard.livejournal.com[OOM (sort of): Ysanne Isard and Zekka Thyne knew each other by reputation only. That is, until they met out by the lake.]
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Oct. 14th, 2006 10:36 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy comes out of the infirmary, looking around to see if there's anyone within infection range, then moves over to the bar as quickly as his current flu state will allow. He looks pale and coughs as he approaches her and leans on her surface.
"Bar, I need to borrow a book." He pauses to cough. "A medical text from Suzi's Earth, but from after her time, when they, um, know more about this selyn stuff. Can you do that?"
He waits, and then a note appears.
'You aren't seriously still working in that condition'
"I promised her I'd help and time is running out. Do you have any books like that? Please, we're talking life or death for her or maybe a couple extra days in bed for me."
Reluctantly, she gives him a book. He thanks her, then starts to make his way back towards the infirmary.
He's catchable at the points where he stops to cough.
[ooc: Guppy has the bar flu, he is contagious if you want it but not compulsarily so]
"Bar, I need to borrow a book." He pauses to cough. "A medical text from Suzi's Earth, but from after her time, when they, um, know more about this selyn stuff. Can you do that?"
He waits, and then a note appears.
'You aren't seriously still working in that condition'
"I promised her I'd help and time is running out. Do you have any books like that? Please, we're talking life or death for her or maybe a couple extra days in bed for me."
Reluctantly, she gives him a book. He thanks her, then starts to make his way back towards the infirmary.
He's catchable at the points where he stops to cough.
[ooc: Guppy has the bar flu, he is contagious if you want it but not compulsarily so]
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Oct. 14th, 2006 10:37 pmmogget_catFeeling like the night is too quiet, even with the normal constant level of general chatter and conversation in the bar, Yrael is at his harpsichord. The quick, fluttering notes that sing quietly under and through the indistinct sounds of the bar are like the frantic wingbeats of a dove, sent winging its way trying to elude some sudden predator, but losing ground quickly. The tempo quickens as the song progresses, the panicked wingbeats of the small bird carrying the melody through bush and briar, swift among trees, over and under limbs in desperate attempt to get away. But will it succeed?
For all that emotion, though, the song is soft, full of energy that suffuses the air near the green and gold harpsichord.
Come listen.
For all that emotion, though, the song is soft, full of energy that suffuses the air near the green and gold harpsichord.
Come listen.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 10:46 pmthe_lioness[OOM: After another visit to the doctor, Alanna and Adam stop by the bookstore and are stunned and happy to find Aziraphael there. Of course, this means news must be shared - and tea. Lots of tea.]
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Oct. 14th, 2006 10:59 pmthirty-pieces.livejournal.comJudas sits down at the bar, expectant. Turns to face the room and leans back with his elbows on its surface.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 11:00 pme_delmar[OOMs: It's hard to know when you've got a last chance for something. Or what's what's really important.
But sometimes it all works out.]
But sometimes it all works out.]
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Oct. 14th, 2006 11:16 pmshuftiShufti and Jack are sitting by the fire, the baby being fed with some finely chopped bits of chicken and broccoli.
No sign of flu here. You have to have a pretty stubborn immune system when your main dietary meat is rat for many years.
No sign of flu here. You have to have a pretty stubborn immune system when your main dietary meat is rat for many years.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 11:17 pmlast-king.livejournal.comTirian comes in from the lake area, a bit windblown and flushed from cold, and is very shortly ensconced by the fire with mulled cider and a bowl of roasted chestnuts, which he could probably be prevailed upon to share.
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Oct. 14th, 2006 11:21 pmtorch-reporter.livejournal.comShe didn't go home the other night, when she finally returned to Milliways sans entrance post after a couple of months of trying.
So, after sticking around a couple of days to get her full of the strange and weird, Chloe Sullivan has finally decided it's time to go home. She'll be here again soon enough, right?
Well, one cup of coffee won't hurt before she goes. Hence why there's currently one blonde reporter sitting at a bar, enjoying a steamy mug of vanilla flavored coffee.
So, after sticking around a couple of days to get her full of the strange and weird, Chloe Sullivan has finally decided it's time to go home. She'll be here again soon enough, right?
Well, one cup of coffee won't hurt before she goes. Hence why there's currently one blonde reporter sitting at a bar, enjoying a steamy mug of vanilla flavored coffee.
