Oct. 25th, 2006
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Oct. 25th, 2006 01:07 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
nitro-is-ace.livejournal.comIn the bar, there's a bowl of curry being ignored.
The mug of tea next to it is being ignored as well.
The reason for their snubbing?
Ace has almost figured out why the fried circuit board she brought with her from the TARDIS burnt out in the first place. Maybe when she's got that sorted, she'll pay more attention to them. It's not like there's a lot of other people to pay them mind in the booth she's got them in.
Cruel Ace.
The mug of tea next to it is being ignored as well.
The reason for their snubbing?
Ace has almost figured out why the fried circuit board she brought with her from the TARDIS burnt out in the first place. Maybe when she's got that sorted, she'll pay more attention to them. It's not like there's a lot of other people to pay them mind in the booth she's got them in.
Cruel Ace.
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Oct. 25th, 2006 02:16 amseeks-sixfinger.livejournal.comInigo is hungover for the first time in...several years.
He's back to slowly nursing a single glass of wine--hair of the dog--and slouched in an out-of-the-way booth.
Clearly more chocolate will help him recover his spirits.
He's back to slowly nursing a single glass of wine--hair of the dog--and slouched in an out-of-the-way booth.
Clearly more chocolate will help him recover his spirits.
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Oct. 25th, 2006 02:26 amsign-seeker.livejournal.comBran sent the letter days ago, Will discovered when he glanced at the postmark.
("Goodness, Will," his friend Nancy told him when she saw him walking home and reading it, "you look as if you're plotting something dreadfully complicated."
"Just distracted," he told her with a smile, and folded the letter away. "A friend's had a bit of bad news -- no, nothing too serious, thanks.")
There's nothing to be done for it now, except to add extra weight to the traditional student grumbling about the university post. But Will's here now, letter folded in his coat pocket. Although he looks fairly casual, sitting with a pot of tea and half a sandwich, there are any number of people he's keeping an eye out for.
("Goodness, Will," his friend Nancy told him when she saw him walking home and reading it, "you look as if you're plotting something dreadfully complicated."
"Just distracted," he told her with a smile, and folded the letter away. "A friend's had a bit of bad news -- no, nothing too serious, thanks.")
There's nothing to be done for it now, except to add extra weight to the traditional student grumbling about the university post. But Will's here now, letter folded in his coat pocket. Although he looks fairly casual, sitting with a pot of tea and half a sandwich, there are any number of people he's keeping an eye out for.
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Oct. 25th, 2006 03:10 amyuppie-trash.livejournal.comWalking down the stairs, without any sign of a headache from the (Drug abuse: the misuse or overuse of a psychoactive drug or performance enhancing drug for a non-therapeutic or non-medical effect. The chocolate. Now impossible to get from the bar since last night.) previous couple of days and nights. Long strides, arms swinging at his sides. Completely relaxed.
He picks off a bit of fluff from his pin-striped suit (Giorgio Armani) and smiles a touch to himself. Dressed as sharply (don't touch, he will cut. Knife is missing. Not worrying about it) as he had been. Ready to leave, (Work to do. Time to consider the Nikkei markets. Push toward the yen.) because the door is there.
However, first comes a glass of mineral water and a few tablets of Asprin, swallowed dry.
He picks off a bit of fluff from his pin-striped suit (Giorgio Armani) and smiles a touch to himself. Dressed as sharply (don't touch, he will cut. Knife is missing. Not worrying about it) as he had been. Ready to leave, (Work to do. Time to consider the Nikkei markets. Push toward the yen.) because the door is there.
However, first comes a glass of mineral water and a few tablets of Asprin, swallowed dry.
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Oct. 25th, 2006 04:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodandnicotine"Grrmchs."
That may have beena drink order. It certainly results in him getting a beer. But, the reason for his lack of coherence is the fact that one half of his face is a blackened burned mess, along with his left hand. There is a reason for this, and he might tell you.
If you ask.
That may have beena drink order. It certainly results in him getting a beer. But, the reason for his lack of coherence is the fact that one half of his face is a blackened burned mess, along with his left hand. There is a reason for this, and he might tell you.
If you ask.
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Oct. 25th, 2006 07:14 ammollyprewett.livejournal.comWho: Molly Prewett
What: Gathering Wedding Guests
When: 10:00 a.m.
Molly has a dress bag and over her arm and us carrying an overnight case. Her hair is hidden under the hood of her cloak as she makes her way down the stairs to the bar.
She is ready to open the gateway that will take all of the guests to the wedding. She simply has to wait for everyone to arrive. When everyone is assembled, and there are no signs of anyone else, she waves her wand, utters the spell to open a gateway, and whisks everyone off to Scotland.
[[OOC: Guests can tag this thread to establish that they are leaving, then go to the wedding thread and tag and thread hop as much as they like. Slowtime is in effect!]]
What: Gathering Wedding Guests
When: 10:00 a.m.
Molly has a dress bag and over her arm and us carrying an overnight case. Her hair is hidden under the hood of her cloak as she makes her way down the stairs to the bar.
She is ready to open the gateway that will take all of the guests to the wedding. She simply has to wait for everyone to arrive. When everyone is assembled, and there are no signs of anyone else, she waves her wand, utters the spell to open a gateway, and whisks everyone off to Scotland.
[[OOC: Guests can tag this thread to establish that they are leaving, then go to the wedding thread and tag and thread hop as much as they like. Slowtime is in effect!]]
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Oct. 25th, 2006 08:37 amdragonmenacier.livejournal.comBlond Dragonmaster at the bar feeding a green baby.
Amanda's Return
Oct. 25th, 2006 09:09 amamanda-darieux.livejournal.comShufti came back to Disc World today and brought Amanda back to the bar now that their friend was better and no longer in need of watching over. When they come in at her first chance she heads up the stairs. Showers, changes and heads down stairs and out the back door where she begins her run.
During her run she encounters her teacher. They spend a while talking before they part ways and Amanda comes back into the bar.
The immortal looks around for someone she knows anyone. Ooh she really needs someone to talk to. When she doesn't notice anyone she gets a cup of tea from the bar and takes a seat in a booth. Her hair still ridiculously green.
During her run she encounters her teacher. They spend a while talking before they part ways and Amanda comes back into the bar.
The immortal looks around for someone she knows anyone. Ooh she really needs someone to talk to. When she doesn't notice anyone she gets a cup of tea from the bar and takes a seat in a booth. Her hair still ridiculously green.
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Oct. 25th, 2006 09:44 amhearthethoughts.livejournal.comMatthew Parkman is downstairs sitting at the bar and staring at the wall.
"...If I were to tell you that holding me against my will-would that have any effect on you at all?"
Bar says nothing.
"...Unlawful imprisionment? Ever see that movie with Anthony Hopkins and Ted Strathamore-" Poor Matt can never remember the name of movies, just the actors in them.
Bar still says nothing.
"...Wife..Family...job-all on the other side of that wall."
This is getting him nowhere.
"...Okay then." He snorts, "...Too bad you're not a person. I'll have coffee and a donut? One of those sprinkled ones."
Matt gets hot chocolate and a panera bagel with tomato spread.
"....Thanks."
Disgruntled cop with the barest of shields up and bar feeling slightly sadistic humorous. He could be bothered.
"...If I were to tell you that holding me against my will-would that have any effect on you at all?"
Bar says nothing.
"...Unlawful imprisionment? Ever see that movie with Anthony Hopkins and Ted Strathamore-" Poor Matt can never remember the name of movies, just the actors in them.
Bar still says nothing.
"...Wife..Family...job-all on the other side of that wall."
This is getting him nowhere.
"...Okay then." He snorts, "...Too bad you're not a person. I'll have coffee and a donut? One of those sprinkled ones."
Matt gets hot chocolate and a panera bagel with tomato spread.
"....Thanks."
Disgruntled cop with the barest of shields up and bar feeling slightly sadistic humorous. He could be bothered.
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Oct. 25th, 2006 09:55 amblackholesandrevelationsThere is a note in the bar, for one Aeryn Sun.
It didn't appear there just by itself...but John was a sneaky ninja, dropped it off, got lots of coffee and donuts and wandered back upstairs!
It didn't appear there just by itself...but John was a sneaky ninja, dropped it off, got lots of coffee and donuts and wandered back upstairs!
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Oct. 25th, 2006 10:12 amtorch-reporter.livejournal.com[OOM: Once upon a time, Chloe Sullivan was completely naive to the truth Clark Kent was hiding. But that all changed within a matter of months, and Chloe learned that there were some secrets really worth keeping.]
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Oct. 25th, 2006 10:52 amdontlooklisten.livejournal.com[OOM: After her first encounter with a vampire goes poorly, Suzi and Whistler have something of a discussion on the topic. Millitimed to the 22nd of October.]
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Oct. 25th, 2006 11:12 ammilkbonesoldier.livejournal.com[OOM: Gruinard Island cast a long, long shadow.
It is a lucky thing indeed that the Master of Shadows was there when the Island's shadow finally fell.]
The door opens on London, and on Harry Wells. Anyone who knows the man even the slightest bit will sense something's wrong; it would take a blind man- a very stupid blind man- not to notice that Wells has gone right past anger and rage and over the thin blue line that defines the border of fury.
It is probably for the best for all concerned that he does not stop at the Bar proper, but stalks straight through the open space to the back door, heading for the hay-bale-and-paper-bullseye target range.
It is a lucky thing indeed that the Master of Shadows was there when the Island's shadow finally fell.]
The door opens on London, and on Harry Wells. Anyone who knows the man even the slightest bit will sense something's wrong; it would take a blind man- a very stupid blind man- not to notice that Wells has gone right past anger and rage and over the thin blue line that defines the border of fury.
It is probably for the best for all concerned that he does not stop at the Bar proper, but stalks straight through the open space to the back door, heading for the hay-bale-and-paper-bullseye target range.
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Oct. 25th, 2006 12:59 pmblue-star-badge.livejournal.comFormerly dead companion innabar, once again having taken over most of a booth with what is slowly becoming clockwork.
There's enough of it done now that it's actually starting to take shape, three heads, each slightly different, two tails, one arm and one leg and most of the inner workings are all finished, now he's just finishing with the other side and piecing it all together.
Spoon? Nowhere to be seen, likely sulking.
Go ahead and interrupt, he probably forgot to eat again.
There's enough of it done now that it's actually starting to take shape, three heads, each slightly different, two tails, one arm and one leg and most of the inner workings are all finished, now he's just finishing with the other side and piecing it all together.
Spoon? Nowhere to be seen, likely sulking.
Go ahead and interrupt, he probably forgot to eat again.
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Oct. 25th, 2006 01:29 pmwellthrownstone.livejournal.comGarion is out back, no children or wolves in sight.
Garion is doing sword practice.
...Garion is here for all your 'wow, that is a rather large sword even for someone like Cloud Strife and it seems to be on fire' as well as 'I'm rather aggravated and need to vent some agression' needs.
Have at.
Garion is doing sword practice.
...Garion is here for all your 'wow, that is a rather large sword even for someone like Cloud Strife and it seems to be on fire' as well as 'I'm rather aggravated and need to vent some agression' needs.
Have at.
the-h-star-r.livejournal.comShhhhhhh!
Homestar Runner's asleep.
He caught the Z train to Dreamyland a few hours or days ago and is napping in a booth, snug in his jams and a blender by his knees.
Like most, he tosses and turns a bit when he sleeps.
With one unintentionally well-placed turn of the knee, he hits the blender's chop button.
FOOP!
He's going to be in for quite a shock when he wakes up in his own bed.
Homestar Runner's asleep.
He caught the Z train to Dreamyland a few hours or days ago and is napping in a booth, snug in his jams and a blender by his knees.
Like most, he tosses and turns a bit when he sleeps.
With one unintentionally well-placed turn of the knee, he hits the blender's chop button.
FOOP!
He's going to be in for quite a shock when he wakes up in his own bed.
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Oct. 25th, 2006 02:49 pmkitchen_maid[OOM: After a series of unsettling, worrying, and downright odd conversations, it helps to talk to the one person who is never unsettling, worrying, or downright odd. Well, all right, if pushed, Amy will admit he can occasionally be odd, but it's the endearing sort of odd.]
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Oct. 25th, 2006 03:35 pmfaithful-slayer.livejournal.comFaith inna bar.
Looking......really rather displeased.
And covered with glitter, which probably explains the 'displeased.'
Michael is in so much trouble.
So is Mark.
Looking......really rather displeased.
And covered with glitter, which probably explains the 'displeased.'
Michael is in so much trouble.
So is Mark.
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Oct. 25th, 2006 03:50 pmjust-a-soldier.livejournal.comHad it been any ordinary day, she would have forced the smile from her face and torn the damn thing in two. But then there was Wes...and that disturbingly good kind of chocolate. And for some reason, she felt angrier than usual. More rash and so she scribbled a reply and headed back to her room, to indulge in more Earth candy.
( Drannit John )
( Drannit John )
the-h-star-r.livejournal.comHomestar's back in the bar, but he's now equipt with his blender, a box of crayons, and his very own Limozeen 1989 "Ladies, We're Staying in Room 302 at the Ramada" Tour coloring book.
"Okay, blend-o-matic, this looks like enough evidence to prove that my time at this A&W wasn't all just a weird smoothie-and-possibly-crayon-induced dream. You just sit tight whiles I have some coloring fun with my book and crowns."
He sits down and begins to color.
"And next time, please wake me up if you decide to FOOP! me back home."
As long as you promise not to eat his crayons, Homestar may let you color, too.
"Okay, blend-o-matic, this looks like enough evidence to prove that my time at this A&W wasn't all just a weird smoothie-and-possibly-crayon-induced dream. You just sit tight whiles I have some coloring fun with my book and crowns."
He sits down and begins to color.
"And next time, please wake me up if you decide to FOOP! me back home."
As long as you promise not to eat his crayons, Homestar may let you color, too.
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Oct. 25th, 2006 06:00 pmbohemian-mark.livejournal.comThe door opens, and an office chair rolls into the bar, containting one filmmaker, affixed to the chair with duct tape, wrapped in bubblewrap, a blindfold on his eyes, and flailing madly. Before the door closes, faint "arrrrrrrr-ing" can be heard. "Damnit. You are all so very fired when I get out of here." Mutiny on the Bounty in Today For You! Someone might want to help Mark. He's slightly stuck.
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Oct. 25th, 2006 06:02 pmprinceinexileIt is evening; dark is falling, and Zuko recently got Bad News. News that frustrates and angers. So, out in the woods, three stalk and pace; the two aptly nicknamed Hellhounds, and the prince, all yellow eyes and too much canine between the three of them.
Monkey's teaching is slipping. There is too much yin; the balance is shifting in the wrong direction, failing, failing--
--and right now, Zuko's too angry to care. He has slipped behind the mask to move in the dark, all blue and back and moonlight white over the oni-face he's donned. The Blue Spirit, a Werewolf tied to the moon -- neither owe any kinship to the sun or the kiss of flame.
So, there are wolves huntnig in the woods tonight; one merely has two legs and long steel fangs.
Be wary.
Monkey's teaching is slipping. There is too much yin; the balance is shifting in the wrong direction, failing, failing--
--and right now, Zuko's too angry to care. He has slipped behind the mask to move in the dark, all blue and back and moonlight white over the oni-face he's donned. The Blue Spirit, a Werewolf tied to the moon -- neither owe any kinship to the sun or the kiss of flame.
So, there are wolves huntnig in the woods tonight; one merely has two legs and long steel fangs.
Be wary.
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Oct. 25th, 2006 07:12 pmkrazyglusurgeon.livejournal.comCooper doesn't usually watch the news. Mostly, he prefers the paper. That said, he'd been watching during breafast this morning, which is why he comes running in, a bit of milky tea spilled on his shirt from when he'd literally spit it out in shock at what was playing right before his eyes.
Then there was a matter of figuring out where to go, but when it came to safe places, really safe places, the sort of places that were safe from the sort of people that he needed to be safe from... well, there was only one place to go.
That's why he's running in, tea on his uniform shirt as he looks around for Wells or Annie or even that young man who'd been on the telly with them.
"Sarge?" He shouts as he closes the door behind him. "Sarge, you here?"
Then there was a matter of figuring out where to go, but when it came to safe places, really safe places, the sort of places that were safe from the sort of people that he needed to be safe from... well, there was only one place to go.
That's why he's running in, tea on his uniform shirt as he looks around for Wells or Annie or even that young man who'd been on the telly with them.
"Sarge?" He shouts as he closes the door behind him. "Sarge, you here?"
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Oct. 25th, 2006 07:21 pmstuck-mynock.livejournal.comThe door is slammed open by a rather scowly Atton, who walks in and straight up to the Bar with the air of one who has just caught sight of somebody who's been filling all their food with vinegar and pinning notes on their mirror and calling them in the middle of the night and hanging up.
It is probable that Bar has not done any of these things.
"Seven kriffin' days," He growls, sitting down on a stool. "Could y'not have picked a good time to lock me out?"
Bar doesn't respond, so he just remains there, fuming.
Botherable.
It is probable that Bar has not done any of these things.
"Seven kriffin' days," He growls, sitting down on a stool. "Could y'not have picked a good time to lock me out?"
Bar doesn't respond, so he just remains there, fuming.
Botherable.
A Tower of Bones
Oct. 25th, 2006 07:24 pmalways-a-liar.livejournal.comOut of Milliways:
Chapter Seventy-Two: Eavesdropping
Chapter Seventy-Three: Poor Decisions
Chapter Seventy-Four: A Taste of Cowardice
Chapter Seventy-Five: What Walks the Night
Chapter Seventy-Six: With a Dying Fall
Chapter Seventy-Seven: Unfortunate Results
[OOC: Amy and Rance throw their own little Stephen King film. This arc is largely self-contained, and can be enjoyed as such. Warnings for violence, blood, unpleasantness, creepiness, mild sexual content, foul language, and death. And you guys thought we were getting soft.]
Chapter Seventy-Two: Eavesdropping
Chapter Seventy-Three: Poor Decisions
Chapter Seventy-Four: A Taste of Cowardice
Chapter Seventy-Five: What Walks the Night
Chapter Seventy-Six: With a Dying Fall
Chapter Seventy-Seven: Unfortunate Results
[OOC: Amy and Rance throw their own little Stephen King film. This arc is largely self-contained, and can be enjoyed as such. Warnings for violence, blood, unpleasantness, creepiness, mild sexual content, foul language, and death. And you guys thought we were getting soft.]
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Oct. 25th, 2006 07:33 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_pale_ghost_/[Out of Milliways: At 4:00 in the morning.]
The knob of a knee showed through the frayed hole of his faded-out jeans, the greying threads had been picked at. It only made the hole bigger. It matched the unraveling hem of the t-shirt he wore and the only thing that needed a good wash was the olive drab Army field jacket Ghost was huddled in. Still smelling of the Night Train he had spilled on it a night, two, three, more than ago.
He takes up a spare amount of space in an over-sized armchair, too awake to sleep and too tired to dream.
The knob of a knee showed through the frayed hole of his faded-out jeans, the greying threads had been picked at. It only made the hole bigger. It matched the unraveling hem of the t-shirt he wore and the only thing that needed a good wash was the olive drab Army field jacket Ghost was huddled in. Still smelling of the Night Train he had spilled on it a night, two, three, more than ago.
He takes up a spare amount of space in an over-sized armchair, too awake to sleep and too tired to dream.
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Oct. 25th, 2006 07:42 pmblackholesandrevelationsSomeone looked moody beyond his fortress of candy bars.
That someone was John Crichton, of course, chomping on some of the chocolate, a beer beside him.
Botherable. But moody.
[ooc: mun is braindead. sorry!]
That someone was John Crichton, of course, chomping on some of the chocolate, a beer beside him.
Botherable. But moody.
[ooc: mun is braindead. sorry!]
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Oct. 25th, 2006 07:52 pmblue_ajah[OOM: Everything is tangled.]
A shining portal flashes into existence, but there is something clearly wrong with it: it flares once, twice, unstable and very nearly uncontrolled.
From the other side, a soft despairing cry slices through the air-- and then Moiraine falls through the gateway as it sparks and dissolves in silver fire around her.
The slender figure of the Aes Sedai then crumples to the floor and lies there, unmoving.
A shining portal flashes into existence, but there is something clearly wrong with it: it flares once, twice, unstable and very nearly uncontrolled.
From the other side, a soft despairing cry slices through the air-- and then Moiraine falls through the gateway as it sparks and dissolves in silver fire around her.
The slender figure of the Aes Sedai then crumples to the floor and lies there, unmoving.
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Oct. 25th, 2006 08:31 pmprone-to-panic.livejournal.comArchie's in the bar again tonight, his Security badge clipped at his hip next to his sword. He's leaning against Bar, arms crossed, looking slightly... twitchy. For good reason, really. He's looking for some people, you see, and it's not for terribly pleasant reasons.
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Oct. 25th, 2006 08:57 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy is flopped on a sofa in one corner of the bar, fast asleep. The usual piles of paperwork are on a coffee table in front of him, with various memos sticking out. Many of them with bold lettering, some even with red.
A cup of tea is very precariously balanced on the arm of the chair, in his hand. It may not be there much longer.
A cup of tea is very precariously balanced on the arm of the chair, in his hand. It may not be there much longer.
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Oct. 25th, 2006 09:00 pmtibetanmethodIt's ridiculous to bar himself from Milliways because of what transpired between him and Lilly Kane.
Besides, if he bars himself from Milliways, he can't figure out why it happened.
Dale Cooper is, therefore, sitting in the bar with his tape recorder in front of him on the table, and he's not eating or drinking anything.
Every five or ten minutes he'll pick up the tape recorder and make an observation on his physical state, or on the state of the environment.
His perceptions may change, after all, but tape doesn't lie.
Besides, if he bars himself from Milliways, he can't figure out why it happened.
Dale Cooper is, therefore, sitting in the bar with his tape recorder in front of him on the table, and he's not eating or drinking anything.
Every five or ten minutes he'll pick up the tape recorder and make an observation on his physical state, or on the state of the environment.
His perceptions may change, after all, but tape doesn't lie.
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Oct. 25th, 2006 09:13 pmdr_temperanceThere's a smell in the bar. And one very tired forensic anthropologist in Jeffersonian-issue coveralls, sitting in what she hopes is the downwind section of Milliways.
Dr. Temperance Brennan has spent the last several hours recovering a pair of bodies from the bank of the Potomac (hence the odor permeating her hair and clothes). She had been planning on a shower as soon as she got back to the Jeffersonian, but found the bar in place of the locker room.
She's hanging out long enough for a cup of coffee and some rest. But she probably wouldn't mind a chat.
If you can stand to get close.
Dr. Temperance Brennan has spent the last several hours recovering a pair of bodies from the bank of the Potomac (hence the odor permeating her hair and clothes). She had been planning on a shower as soon as she got back to the Jeffersonian, but found the bar in place of the locker room.
She's hanging out long enough for a cup of coffee and some rest. But she probably wouldn't mind a chat.
If you can stand to get close.
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Oct. 25th, 2006 09:33 pmyoung_tmriddleAh, band candy...
OOM: Yesterday in the Tonks-Wrangle flat, Tom and Nymphadora relive old school rivalries, complete with a duel.
Later on, Tom - who just wants to hang out with friends today, apparently - plies Bernard with absinthe. Wackiness ensues.
OOM: Yesterday in the Tonks-Wrangle flat, Tom and Nymphadora relive old school rivalries, complete with a duel.
Later on, Tom - who just wants to hang out with friends today, apparently - plies Bernard with absinthe. Wackiness ensues.
Multi-pup post
Oct. 25th, 2006 09:40 pmshufti[oom: Down the corridor. No warnings.]
Shufti comes down the stairs, with Jack strapped to her front. Johnny Private follows behind, scowling.
"What do you mean you have a boyfriend?"
"I mean exactly that. Now leave me alone"
She turns away and he grabs her roughly by the arm.
"I'm talking to you." He begins, but actually falters when he sees her expression.
"Let go or I'll yell for someone to make you." She snarls.
In surprise, he lets go and she makes her way over to a corner booth, soothing the baby. He settles at the bar, not really sure what just happened.
Shufti comes down the stairs, with Jack strapped to her front. Johnny Private follows behind, scowling.
"What do you mean you have a boyfriend?"
"I mean exactly that. Now leave me alone"
She turns away and he grabs her roughly by the arm.
"I'm talking to you." He begins, but actually falters when he sees her expression.
"Let go or I'll yell for someone to make you." She snarls.
In surprise, he lets go and she makes her way over to a corner booth, soothing the baby. He settles at the bar, not really sure what just happened.
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Oct. 25th, 2006 10:30 pmchildofourtimes.livejournal.comJimmy walks through the door with a cellphone glued to his ear, into which he's cackling laughter and swearing liberally at someone who seems to be a friend. Of course, it stops when he enters the bar but Jimmy doesn't sweat it. Just grins and flips the phone shut.
'Kickass! Thought I'd been banned or something.'
He hops up onto a stool and is presented with a coke and a candy bar. Jimmy proclaims this awesome and devours the chocolate in about three seconds flat...
...and there is no noticeable effect. He is, after all, a pretty messed-up teenager already. Perhaps Bar was just being nice but, either way, there's a kid on a stool who'll be random at anyone available.
'Kickass! Thought I'd been banned or something.'
He hops up onto a stool and is presented with a coke and a candy bar. Jimmy proclaims this awesome and devours the chocolate in about three seconds flat...
...and there is no noticeable effect. He is, after all, a pretty messed-up teenager already. Perhaps Bar was just being nice but, either way, there's a kid on a stool who'll be random at anyone available.
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Oct. 25th, 2006 10:47 pmladyfirestarterOn the couch by the fireplace, Charlie pulls herself up, rubbing her eyes and wondering how long she's been asleep here.
She rakes her hair out of her face and glances at her watch. Good; only about an hour. She doesn't have to be back home for a while yet. (If her watch had a date display, she might realize that's not entirely accurate. Unfortunately, it doesn't.)
Meanwhile -- she's hungry. Weird, considering she just had that coffee and pastry before dozing off here, but oh well.
Within a few minutes she's gotten herself another chocolate croissant. Those are good.
She rakes her hair out of her face and glances at her watch. Good; only about an hour. She doesn't have to be back home for a while yet. (If her watch had a date display, she might realize that's not entirely accurate. Unfortunately, it doesn't.)
Meanwhile -- she's hungry. Weird, considering she just had that coffee and pastry before dozing off here, but oh well.
Within a few minutes she's gotten herself another chocolate croissant. Those are good.
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Oct. 25th, 2006 11:03 pmq_in_trainingMac's streched out on a couch near the fireplace, earbuds in place, her iPod resting on her stomach as she pages through the campus newspaper. It's got a rather...interesting story on the front page.
So far, though, she's deliberately avoided reading it, sticking to the album reviews near the back instead.
So far, though, she's deliberately avoided reading it, sticking to the album reviews near the back instead.
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Oct. 25th, 2006 11:27 pmmogget_catThere is a Bright Shiner upon the piano bench, tonight, his hair, skin and clothes matching the white piano before him. His fingers wander over the keys absently, pacing without melody or direction. He just waits for a subject upon which to play.
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Oct. 25th, 2006 11:40 pmdragon_twinIt's not a strange to see Melou flopped on a couch, a drink within arm's reach. It's not even strange for him to be enjoying himself. Tonight is no different, but the reason is.
There's a kitten walking up and down his legs and sometimes over his chest. Granted, he might be more of a dog person, but this is too cute not to grin at.
There's a kitten walking up and down his legs and sometimes over his chest. Granted, he might be more of a dog person, but this is too cute not to grin at.
