Oct. 26th, 2006
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Oct. 26th, 2006 12:26 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
angela-edmunds.livejournal.comAngela has come back from Molly's wedding in Scotland, still in her pretty dress, and is having a milkshake at a table, reading a book. She's still a little weirded out by meeting her father the other night.
She's still not sure what the deal with the bling is.
But she's up for conversation.
She's still not sure what the deal with the bling is.
But she's up for conversation.
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Oct. 26th, 2006 01:15 amtreadingturds.livejournal.comSince coming back from rescuing Raph, Jocasta has been... out of sorts to say the least. She's barely been in the bar at all, spending a lot of her time moping in quiet reflection in her room.
But an active young girl can only take so much quiet reflection before she gets bored and restless in her thoughts. So it is thatat some point later into the evening the window of her room is opened.
Someone looking for a moving black shape exiting from the window would be as disappointed. So might anyone with alert hearing looking for a tell-tale sign like a moving patch of silence.
Jocasta Wiggs is no ninja. No self-taught vigilante. No superpowered thief. She is a student of the Ankh-Morpork Assassins' Guild, and when she leaves her room she is simply absorbed into the night.
Metaphorically.
But an active young girl can only take so much quiet reflection before she gets bored and restless in her thoughts. So it is thatat some point later into the evening the window of her room is opened.
Someone looking for a moving black shape exiting from the window would be as disappointed. So might anyone with alert hearing looking for a tell-tale sign like a moving patch of silence.
Jocasta Wiggs is no ninja. No self-taught vigilante. No superpowered thief. She is a student of the Ankh-Morpork Assassins' Guild, and when she leaves her room she is simply absorbed into the night.
Metaphorically.
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Oct. 26th, 2006 01:15 amrighthandwoman.livejournal.com[OOM: Millitimed to the 20th. Last week, Zoe turned thirty-six.
She got a present she wasn't expecting.]
She got a present she wasn't expecting.]
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song_tra_bong[oom: picking up where this leaves off...
Mary Anne gets Ramon out of the bar to limit his ability to do anything stupid while under the influence of band candy.
But you know what they say about the best laid plans.
Warnings for a knee to the groin, minor head trauma and the unpacking of a little emotional baggage.]
Mary Anne gets Ramon out of the bar to limit his ability to do anything stupid while under the influence of band candy.
But you know what they say about the best laid plans.
Warnings for a knee to the groin, minor head trauma and the unpacking of a little emotional baggage.]
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Oct. 26th, 2006 06:20 amamanda-darieux.livejournal.comOut by the lake Amanda is going through her kata's with her lightsaber. Today she has chosen to trail in street cloths since she isn't always wearing her workout clothes in combat. OR rather she is rarely wearing workout clothes when she is in combat. A cool breeze blowing over the lake as the autumn leaves begin to change color, preparing to fall from the tree's.
So lightsaber, sun dress, and boots.
Her movements are calmer and more focused then before, at least to those that would notice.
So lightsaber, sun dress, and boots.
Her movements are calmer and more focused then before, at least to those that would notice.
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Oct. 26th, 2006 08:51 amsky-high-max.livejournal.comMax looks a little relieved to see the bar today.
The twins have been asking what Halloween is all week, and she's tired of it.
There are no holidays for those on the run.
...Except, of course, for those involving an odd restaurant with it's own sense of time, a winged girl, and a glass of cherry coke.
The twins have been asking what Halloween is all week, and she's tired of it.
There are no holidays for those on the run.
...Except, of course, for those involving an odd restaurant with it's own sense of time, a winged girl, and a glass of cherry coke.
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Oct. 26th, 2006 11:11 ammistressmaryquitecontraryMary Lennox has been in and out of Milliways a fair amount recently, but it's been a while since she actually stopped to get a milkshake from the bar.
As a result, there's something of a buildup of letters and packages that appears in front of her today.
The surprising pile of paper almost startles her out of the sulk she's in; after all, who doesn't like receiving mail? She gathers up the items and the milkshake and retreats to a table to see what she's got.
As a result, there's something of a buildup of letters and packages that appears in front of her today.
The surprising pile of paper almost startles her out of the sulk she's in; after all, who doesn't like receiving mail? She gathers up the items and the milkshake and retreats to a table to see what she's got.
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Oct. 26th, 2006 11:26 ammilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comWells makes his way down the stairs; he didn't quite trust himself to go back to London and behave properly yesterday. Today, maybe, he'll be all right.
"Could I have a copy of the London Times, please?" he asks the Bar. "And breakfast, whatever meatless you've got."
Both orders are fulfilled quickly. Wells flips through the paper and stops on page seven, an odd sort of smile on his face. Probably the photograph of Arithon in his greens and blacks, watching a tall, bald man in surgical scrubs fall to the floor like a dropped popsicle, might have something to do with it.
"Thank you, Bar," he says, closing the paper. "That'll do just fine."
Time for breakfast, now.
"Could I have a copy of the London Times, please?" he asks the Bar. "And breakfast, whatever meatless you've got."
Both orders are fulfilled quickly. Wells flips through the paper and stops on page seven, an odd sort of smile on his face. Probably the photograph of Arithon in his greens and blacks, watching a tall, bald man in surgical scrubs fall to the floor like a dropped popsicle, might have something to do with it.
"Thank you, Bar," he says, closing the paper. "That'll do just fine."
Time for breakfast, now.
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Oct. 26th, 2006 11:47 amgone_byebyeRay walks into the Bar fresh from a job, a fact which can be deduced by several factors:
- He's about half-covered in blobs of mottled greenish slime
- He's wearing his proton pack and goggles
- He's wearing his jumpsuit
- He smells inexplicably and very, very strongly of coffee.
"Bar?" he says, easing the pack off and carefully setting it down on the floor. "Can I get a container of baby wipes and a bowl of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs, please? It's been kind of a long morning and it's not even eleven AM yet."
- He's about half-covered in blobs of mottled greenish slime
- He's wearing his proton pack and goggles
- He's wearing his jumpsuit
- He smells inexplicably and very, very strongly of coffee.
"Bar?" he says, easing the pack off and carefully setting it down on the floor. "Can I get a container of baby wipes and a bowl of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs, please? It's been kind of a long morning and it's not even eleven AM yet."
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Oct. 26th, 2006 12:44 pmpetraarkanian.livejournal.com[ooc: They leave, they go, they see, they kill someone, they comes back. Without Petra though.
millitimed before Bonzo's post.]
millitimed before Bonzo's post.]
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Oct. 26th, 2006 02:36 pmgoodbyesandusky.livejournal.comClive slipped into the bar, looking harried, just a little, but smiling all the same. He dropped off a smallish garment box and a large-ish tapedeck at the bar, "Make sure Snowball gets these? Thanks."
The tapedeck had a post-it note on that said: 'press ( play' )
That done he slipped away again, he still had a few things to finish.
The tapedeck had a post-it note on that said: 'press ( play' )
That done he slipped away again, he still had a few things to finish.
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Oct. 26th, 2006 02:36 pmmandercommander.livejournal.comBonzo steps through the door from (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/14656075.html?thread=601767243#t602118475), and returns to the Bar.
Petra closes the door behind him and doesn't reenter the bar. With the one bullet in the shoots the handle, it won't open again.
Bonzo spins around, looking at the door. "Petra? Petra?!?" He tries to open the door, but it jams on him. He beats on it for a moment before giving in. She's gone...she chose to go away...she locked that door. He beats his head against the door for a moment, and then looks over at a nearby seat, which he sits in...and then he takes out the datapad out, and begins looking over the disasters file he downloaded. How do I use this?
Petra closes the door behind him and doesn't reenter the bar. With the one bullet in the shoots the handle, it won't open again.
Bonzo spins around, looking at the door. "Petra? Petra?!?" He tries to open the door, but it jams on him. He beats on it for a moment before giving in. She's gone...she chose to go away...she locked that door. He beats his head against the door for a moment, and then looks over at a nearby seat, which he sits in...and then he takes out the datapad out, and begins looking over the disasters file he downloaded. How do I use this?
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Oct. 26th, 2006 03:44 pmunwraith.livejournal.comMichael had downloaded as much information as he could from his ship's computer to the portable unit, before leaving Pegasus for Milliways a second time. Now he's grateful for the precaution. It's a little tricky copying the files to CD-ROM or book format, but he manages, and leaves copies of the data he has on settled worlds for Serena and Thea, as both have expressed some interest in the subject, with accompanying ( notes ).
The other thing he asks of Bar is a bit more problematic. He pays up his tab and adds to it. Bar's a bit slow to respond. Michael's starting to think that 'practice weapons' was one of the disallowed items, when a pair of metal(sheathed and peace-tied firmly, say thanks) longswords appear on the counter. He didn't ask for a lightsaber. He remembers early weapons training well enough to realize that even with 'only' wood or metal, he's very likely to get his ass kicked, to use human terms, before he gets the hang of it.
He thanks Bar, and takes them, meaning to go in search of Amanda, among other people.
Botherable.
The other thing he asks of Bar is a bit more problematic. He pays up his tab and adds to it. Bar's a bit slow to respond. Michael's starting to think that 'practice weapons' was one of the disallowed items, when a pair of metal(sheathed and peace-tied firmly, say thanks) longswords appear on the counter. He didn't ask for a lightsaber. He remembers early weapons training well enough to realize that even with 'only' wood or metal, he's very likely to get his ass kicked, to use human terms, before he gets the hang of it.
He thanks Bar, and takes them, meaning to go in search of Amanda, among other people.
Botherable.
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Oct. 26th, 2006 05:08 pmtorch-reporter.livejournal.com[OOM: Back in Smallville, Chloe Sullivan can't sleep as she thinks about her first day at work tommorow since Dark Thursday]
"I know Lois keeps the espresso here somewhere," Chloe mutters to herself as she pushes the door open from the backroom of the Talon, walking right into Milliways. She doesn't seem to notice the sudden change of surroundings as she works on tying her lavender robe tighter around her waist. "She totally knows the rules about hiding coffee from fam--
"Oh god."
At this point, she's looked up from adjusting her robe and blinks in surprise. This isn't the Talon. In fact--
"Oh my god!"
--it's a place she hasn't been to in the last four years, not since she was a sophomore in high school. Chloe laughs and then beams brightly at the familiar bar and collection of patrons. This is so cool. So much better than dealing with her one night attack of insomnia here than at the Talon. This is...it's been way, way too long and she almost doesn't want to go to work tommorow morning.
"Why'd you keep me away for so long?" Chloe asks Bar as she sits down on a barstool, still laughing a little. "Do you know how torturous it is not being able to get a good cup of coffee in the middle of a scoop?"
As if to settle the lack of decent caffinated beverages in Chloe Sullivan's life, a mug of warm spiced latte appears on the bar and Chloe picks it up, breathing in the aroma. She doesn't even care that she's sitting there in her pajamas and robe.
"I know Lois keeps the espresso here somewhere," Chloe mutters to herself as she pushes the door open from the backroom of the Talon, walking right into Milliways. She doesn't seem to notice the sudden change of surroundings as she works on tying her lavender robe tighter around her waist. "She totally knows the rules about hiding coffee from fam--
"Oh god."
At this point, she's looked up from adjusting her robe and blinks in surprise. This isn't the Talon. In fact--
"Oh my god!"
--it's a place she hasn't been to in the last four years, not since she was a sophomore in high school. Chloe laughs and then beams brightly at the familiar bar and collection of patrons. This is so cool. So much better than dealing with her one night attack of insomnia here than at the Talon. This is...it's been way, way too long and she almost doesn't want to go to work tommorow morning.
"Why'd you keep me away for so long?" Chloe asks Bar as she sits down on a barstool, still laughing a little. "Do you know how torturous it is not being able to get a good cup of coffee in the middle of a scoop?"
As if to settle the lack of decent caffinated beverages in Chloe Sullivan's life, a mug of warm spiced latte appears on the bar and Chloe picks it up, breathing in the aroma. She doesn't even care that she's sitting there in her pajamas and robe.
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Oct. 26th, 2006 05:32 pmsomnium-sum.livejournal.comIt looks like he's taken a pair of nail scissors to his salt-white hair, sticking up in many different directions. It's just bedhead. Looks sleepless, but his eyes are clear.
Cup of cold black coffee on a table. He is straddling the high back of one of the booths, legs dangling to either side, feet hanging out of boots that need to be laced up and polished. The scuffs, the small threadbare patches on the sleeves of his coat, the humming of some bubblegum pop song. The small details of carelessness added.
Emptying the contents of his pockets, he is examining a broken chip of brown glass.
Cup of cold black coffee on a table. He is straddling the high back of one of the booths, legs dangling to either side, feet hanging out of boots that need to be laced up and polished. The scuffs, the small threadbare patches on the sleeves of his coat, the humming of some bubblegum pop song. The small details of carelessness added.
Emptying the contents of his pockets, he is examining a broken chip of brown glass.
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Oct. 26th, 2006 05:59 pmrc-1309.livejournal.comThe door opens, and four identical men walk into the bar.
They're in what passes for a battle dress uniform aboard Fearless (that is, something other than full Katarn armor), which is really the same thing they wore while training on Kamino, except that instead of blue or red these are varying shades of black and dark gray.
Makes it easy to blend in with shadows and things. Made of cloth and stuff considerably softer and less-high tech than Mark III Katarn kit, by the way. Clothes. Uniforms. In conclusion? Totally not armor.
Anyway, four adult clones in the bar, headed for a table in the back where they can people-watch and get some decent-tasting grub. Four muns, four pups, won't you come over and say hello to Omega Squad?
They're in what passes for a battle dress uniform aboard Fearless (that is, something other than full Katarn armor), which is really the same thing they wore while training on Kamino, except that instead of blue or red these are varying shades of black and dark gray.
Makes it easy to blend in with shadows and things. Made of cloth and stuff considerably softer and less-high tech than Mark III Katarn kit, by the way. Clothes. Uniforms. In conclusion? Totally not armor.
Anyway, four adult clones in the bar, headed for a table in the back where they can people-watch and get some decent-tasting grub. Four muns, four pups, won't you come over and say hello to Omega Squad?
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Oct. 26th, 2006 07:06 pmiceheart-isard.livejournal.comThere is a woman. She is sitting at a table with perfect posture, rolling a stylus between long fingers and reading a datapad. Mismatched--one blue, one blood-red--eyes flick up every now and again, looking over her surroundings and nearby patrons; she is watchful. Maybe waiting for someone, something. Maybe not. Either way, her long black hair is pulled back into a ponytail, with a thick white forelock hanging on either side of her sharp face. Her crisp uniform is red; her service blaster is black.
New Arrival
Oct. 26th, 2006 07:54 pmflame-ofmusic.livejournal.comShe'd been working in her garden, turning over the earth all morning and into the heat of afternoon because it gave her something to do, something to concentrate on so she wouldn't have to think about the child she'd been forced to leave behind in the precious moments after giving birth, or if Liir would ever make it back to her. But Liir was as wild and untamed as a great northern wind.
The mauntery's dinner bell rang, and something inside her froze up. She closed her eyes for just a moment, then heaved up to her feet. She intended to go inside for some water, but tripped over an exposed root. She fell, down and down, and down. Farther and farther and it didn't seem right, and all of a sudden, she was aware of hitting the ground, and she wasn't in the garden anymore. She wasn't quite sure where she was. Nothing looked familiar, and though she scrambled to her feet she couldn't seem to pull herself up.
So many people. Chairs. Tables. The stink made her nosse recoil. SHe felt ill. Eyes wide, she looked around for someone, anyone, to speak to, even though she knew no one would understand her words. She could tell by looking at them, no one would know Qua'ati. "Frana ys E?" she murmured, feeling very frightened and alone.
The mauntery's dinner bell rang, and something inside her froze up. She closed her eyes for just a moment, then heaved up to her feet. She intended to go inside for some water, but tripped over an exposed root. She fell, down and down, and down. Farther and farther and it didn't seem right, and all of a sudden, she was aware of hitting the ground, and she wasn't in the garden anymore. She wasn't quite sure where she was. Nothing looked familiar, and though she scrambled to her feet she couldn't seem to pull herself up.
So many people. Chairs. Tables. The stink made her nosse recoil. SHe felt ill. Eyes wide, she looked around for someone, anyone, to speak to, even though she knew no one would understand her words. She could tell by looking at them, no one would know Qua'ati. "Frana ys E?" she murmured, feeling very frightened and alone.
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Oct. 26th, 2006 08:26 pmdear-of-heart.livejournal.com[OOM: It was Christmas in Narnia, yesterday]
Cora walks in, her deep blue woolen skirt and crisp blouse a change from her stiff teaching clothes. It wasn’t until late yesterday, as she cleaned up the dinner dishes, that Cora realized she’d left her knitting in the school— she’d been working on it during quiet times, when the students were working on problems or soon after they left to go home.
And really, after walking through a chilly morning (even with a short cloak keeping one warm) to fetch knitting back to home, the thought of tea is more than pleasant.
Cora walks in, her deep blue woolen skirt and crisp blouse a change from her stiff teaching clothes. It wasn’t until late yesterday, as she cleaned up the dinner dishes, that Cora realized she’d left her knitting in the school— she’d been working on it during quiet times, when the students were working on problems or soon after they left to go home.
And really, after walking through a chilly morning (even with a short cloak keeping one warm) to fetch knitting back to home, the thought of tea is more than pleasant.
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Oct. 26th, 2006 08:48 pma-fell.livejournal.comAziraphael has a pen and a brightly bound book of paper of quite deplorable quality - the puzzles take rather a different form this time, though. No carefully regimented squares of black and white, but grids with numbers inserted apparently at random. He's tapping his pen against the table and regarding the rest of the page with some dismay - the first puzzle was finished quickly enough, but he's not entirely sure how anyone, even one with thousands of years to spare, could possibly occupy themselves for any length of time with sudoku without running quite mad.
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Oct. 26th, 2006 09:14 pmfemale-were.livejournal.comRaina's stretched out in front of the fire tonight. By stretched out, she's on her stomach, on the floor in front if the fire. Her jean clad legs are bent up and kicking idly back and forth, an almost unconscious motion. She's not sleeping or anything. She's reading, actually. Head bent down so her auburn hair hides most of the pages from view. There's a coke and a plate of fries next to her. Both are very slowly disappearing while she reads.
Despite the fact that she looks busy, she's giving off a slight welcoming feeling. She's up for company tonight, if the company would be willing to show up.
Despite the fact that she looks busy, she's giving off a slight welcoming feeling. She's up for company tonight, if the company would be willing to show up.
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Oct. 26th, 2006 09:32 pmmogget_catYesterday was for the piano, but Yrael feels that his violin would better suit tonight. He claims a barstool, setting his violin case on the bar and opening it.
Soon, the sounds of tuning can be heard, the bow gliding smoothly across the strings. "Mmm," Yrael smiles. It's been a while.
Soon, the sounds of tuning can be heard, the bow gliding smoothly across the strings. "Mmm," Yrael smiles. It's been a while.
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Oct. 26th, 2006 09:45 pmthe_antiangstAngel's mostly done with the latest sewing project; might go some way toward explaining the book sitting on top of it.
But for now, there's pizza, and enough of it to share at that. If you don't mind the pineapple-bacon-extra-cheese business, that is.
But for now, there's pizza, and enough of it to share at that. If you don't mind the pineapple-bacon-extra-cheese business, that is.
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Oct. 26th, 2006 09:45 pma-fairys-fairy.livejournal.comYou've heard the joke about the man who walks into a bar?
This ain't it. There is neither a man involved, nor is anyone walking. What there is, however, is a door that opens just a crack and a small, very small, fairy that flies in.
Addendum, a small, very small, fairy that flies in and who looks utterly terrified. It would seem that being transported through a hole in a tree trunk that's always been normal is more than a little distressing. Of course, it's hard to blame him - he's not even five inches tall, a height that the majority of people here are decidedly exceed.
Pips makes a beeli- er, 'fairyline' toward the safest-looking place under the circumstances, the foliage of a large rubber plant. Curiosity is fighting with terror, however, and so instead of hiding behind the leaves, he sits quietly on one and watches his surroundings intently.
Hey, it works in the rain forest. Don't move, and sometimes they won't see you. That probably won't work here, since most of the bar's patrons are smarter than birds of prey and the like, but you can't blame a guy for trying.
This ain't it. There is neither a man involved, nor is anyone walking. What there is, however, is a door that opens just a crack and a small, very small, fairy that flies in.
Addendum, a small, very small, fairy that flies in and who looks utterly terrified. It would seem that being transported through a hole in a tree trunk that's always been normal is more than a little distressing. Of course, it's hard to blame him - he's not even five inches tall, a height that the majority of people here are decidedly exceed.
Pips makes a beeli- er, 'fairyline' toward the safest-looking place under the circumstances, the foliage of a large rubber plant. Curiosity is fighting with terror, however, and so instead of hiding behind the leaves, he sits quietly on one and watches his surroundings intently.
Hey, it works in the rain forest. Don't move, and sometimes they won't see you. That probably won't work here, since most of the bar's patrons are smarter than birds of prey and the like, but you can't blame a guy for trying.
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Oct. 26th, 2006 10:04 pmburbonmilkshake.livejournal.comFaye has once again stumbled into the bar. This time, she was on her way to work, so at least she's dressed.
She walks in and sighs.
"Fantastic. At least I know I'm not missing anything this time."
She walks to a booth, sits, and orders a vanilla chai and a large fudge brownie. If she's here, she might as well take a break before she heads into work and deals with a bunch of idiots, right?
She walks in and sighs.
"Fantastic. At least I know I'm not missing anything this time."
She walks to a booth, sits, and orders a vanilla chai and a large fudge brownie. If she's here, she might as well take a break before she heads into work and deals with a bunch of idiots, right?
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Oct. 26th, 2006 10:08 pmguppy_sandhu"Well yes, it would be cheaper not to, but we need to." Guppy calls behind him.
He rubs his forehead as he goes over to the bar.
"Tea please."
Bar provides, and gives him a chocolate digestive, which he... sits and eats.
Not much else you can do with a digestive biscuit really.
He rubs his forehead as he goes over to the bar.
"Tea please."
Bar provides, and gives him a chocolate digestive, which he... sits and eats.
Not much else you can do with a digestive biscuit really.
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Oct. 26th, 2006 10:08 pmcorsec-jedi.livejournal.comIt's been awhile since he's been down here.
But he's here now, green flightsuit and all. Cuz, y'know. Booze, and a place to sit.
So there's a Corran with a Whyren's at an observation window. Staring. And spinning his (deactivated) lightsaber on the table.
If you want him, he's yours.
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Coincidentally, there's a dashing Alderaanian pilot on the other side of the bar. Napping. Totally aware of how many other Wraiths are in the Bar these days.
Which either makes him very, very confident, or very, very stupid.
But he's here now, green flightsuit and all. Cuz, y'know. Booze, and a place to sit.
So there's a Corran with a Whyren's at an observation window. Staring. And spinning his (deactivated) lightsaber on the table.
If you want him, he's yours.
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Coincidentally, there's a dashing Alderaanian pilot on the other side of the bar. Napping. Totally aware of how many other Wraiths are in the Bar these days.
Which either makes him very, very confident, or very, very stupid.
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Oct. 26th, 2006 10:13 pmnight-hibiscus.livejournal.comThe boat to Luca is getting crowded, and not with people Yuna particularly wants to talk to. So after a protracted negotiation with the ship's cook (old, stale corn is apparently not good enough for the LADY SUMMONER, oh no no no) she's managed to slip down to the engine room to feed the chocobos and try and hold onto her serenity. With both hands, if necessary.
Except there's a bar there, instead, and that's even better. So Yuna and a glass of bubble tea and a bag of stale corn are at one end of the bar, with her staff leaning against the rail beside her.
Except there's a bar there, instead, and that's even better. So Yuna and a glass of bubble tea and a bag of stale corn are at one end of the bar, with her staff leaning against the rail beside her.
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Oct. 26th, 2006 10:19 pmshuftiShufti is sitting on the floor by the trilobite tank, holding Jack so that he can be in a standing position. The baby can't fully support his own weight yet, but he's clearly enjoying the bouncy game.
She's favouring one arm, and looks preoccupied.
She's favouring one arm, and looks preoccupied.
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Oct. 26th, 2006 10:21 pmprototype-karr.livejournal.comFlick. Flick. Flick.
Judging from the speed of KARR's scanner, the AI isn't in too terrible of a mood tonight-a rare thing. He's parked himself in his favorite spot near the back door, keeping an eye on the activity of the bar. He wouldn't mind company-or at least he's not as likely as usual to threaten to run over feet tonight, if somebody tries speaking to him.
Judging from the speed of KARR's scanner, the AI isn't in too terrible of a mood tonight-a rare thing. He's parked himself in his favorite spot near the back door, keeping an eye on the activity of the bar. He wouldn't mind company-or at least he's not as likely as usual to threaten to run over feet tonight, if somebody tries speaking to him.
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Oct. 26th, 2006 10:24 pmhis-fathers-sin.livejournal.comTidus is ready to get to Luca.
More than ready, as he tests the blitzball in his hands.
There's a tournament coming up and all.
More importantly, the sword--the sword Wakka gave him feels too normal, now. He's getting used to the weight and the length, used to how Brotherhood feels in his hand, and it's unnerving.
He's a blitzball player, after all.
This is normal.
More than ready, as he tests the blitzball in his hands.
There's a tournament coming up and all.
More importantly, the sword--the sword Wakka gave him feels too normal, now. He's getting used to the weight and the length, used to how Brotherhood feels in his hand, and it's unnerving.
He's a blitzball player, after all.
This is normal.
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Oct. 26th, 2006 10:53 pmtry_corsets[OOM: Fresh from a very educational evening with Lilly and Adam -- made even more interesting by that delightful hot chocolate Bar kept serving -- Elizabeth sets out to find Will's room. She succeeds, and... demands her wedding night.]
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Oct. 26th, 2006 10:58 pmkitchen_maidEarlier this afternoon, Amy looked in on a friend. Now she's settled in over by the fireplace, hands wrapped around her teacup, and probably looking somewhat less worried than she did the last time she was here.
In fact, she'd be the picture of serenity . . . were it not for the incessant tapping of one foot against the floor.
In fact, she'd be the picture of serenity . . . were it not for the incessant tapping of one foot against the floor.
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Oct. 26th, 2006 11:13 pmmilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comWells has been fairly inobtrusive today, for the most part. He's had some things to think about. One of them is the wording of the sign he's tacking up now:
I am going back to my world tomorrow to settle matters with certain people. Will those of you who have spoken to me on the subject please let me know when you are ready to leave.
-Harry Wells
That being done, he's getting himself dinner and a seat with a good view of the Window. He's in the right frame of mind for it.
I am going back to my world tomorrow to settle matters with certain people. Will those of you who have spoken to me on the subject please let me know when you are ready to leave.
-Harry Wells
That being done, he's getting himself dinner and a seat with a good view of the Window. He's in the right frame of mind for it.
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Oct. 26th, 2006 11:29 pmnecessary_childSam wanders in, from a distinctly disgustingly rainy London night, shaking rainwater from his hair and coat.
Bar supplies him, before he can ask, with a large, rich hot chocolate with cream and chocolate shavings.
"...Thanks, Bar. Spot on."
So he settles in a booth with it, pulling a large, ancient-looking manuscript out of a secure pocket and shaking the waterproofing spells off it.
...Yep, Lucifer's been Band Candy'd. Be afraid. (And be glad he's the nice one.)
Bar supplies him, before he can ask, with a large, rich hot chocolate with cream and chocolate shavings.
"...Thanks, Bar. Spot on."
So he settles in a booth with it, pulling a large, ancient-looking manuscript out of a secure pocket and shaking the waterproofing spells off it.
...Yep, Lucifer's been Band Candy'd. Be afraid. (And be glad he's the nice one.)
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Oct. 26th, 2006 11:58 pmsong_tra_bongMary Anne is at one of the tables near the observation window. She's nursing a Bloody Mary (largely because it contains neither tequila nor chocolate) and watching people go by without really paying attention.
Distraction is most definitely called for.
Distraction is most definitely called for.
