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[aerora.livejournal.com]

[OOM: On the hazy border of dream and memory, Sora reminisces on his past, when he and his best friend Riku were kids. But what once was memory turns into something more present, more real with binding promises and the true strength of friendship.]

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[stbethadettes]

(In room 8, some mornings are just good.)

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[creator_raven]

[OOM: On a rock, by the lake, Raven decides to sit down.]

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[talkback.livejournal.com]

So, there's this kid.

And he's got the staff.

The Staff of One.

Ungodly powerful instrument of magic, capable of doing anything, once.

Chase is using it to hit stones down into the lake, like a baseball bat.

He's not opposed to company.

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[futures_of_ash]

Colds? Were not fun. At least she'd survived her encounter with NyQuil...

So there was a coughing and sniffling mutant curled up in a booth with her fluffy, warm blanket wrapped around herself. At her elbow was an Omelet that Bar had insisted she eat...and she was having a hard time separating the ingredients for individual attention. In front of her was a sheet of paper that she was mostly staring at, but upon occasion she wrote something down.

She didn't necessarily seem miserable, but no doubt a distraction would be welcome.

[Slow due to sleep!]

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[longlonghair]

Rapunzel comes down the stairs, looking around cautiously. Her hair no longer reaches her feet. It barely reaches her ears.

She'd had to cut it with a small pair of scissors that she'd dug up from her purse, and now had a couple of thick braids of hair in the drawer of her dresser in her room.

She'd cropped it short and then shaved her head less than twenty minutes ago, so her hair is still quite short as she sits and the bar and lays her credit card on the surface before asking for a large dinner and carafe of wine.

She takes it to a small table nearby, and sits and watches the other patrons with interest.

Maybe she's watching you?

Multi-Pup Post

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

Matt Parkman LAPD, intrepid policeman, and apparently damn good at what he does, is timing himself as he works through the memory retention portion of the Barron's Police Officer Exam Guidebook.

It requires timing himself, so if there's occasionally a small "ding!" that'd be the egg timer that the guy's got sitting next to him. His brow furrows in concentration. It's harder then it looks, and distractions would be welcome.

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Juliet is once again having breakfast in bar. (Denial there? of course not) This time, it's a breakfast burrito. There's work to be done however, so she's got a calculator and a rather thick medical text sitting in front of her. It's a struggle between eating and not dripping things on her files.

Occasionally, she puts a hand to her forehead. She's sleepy, complete with big dark circles under her eyes and the occasional yawn. Work comes before rest however-would would be why she's fighting fatigue with a nice big pot of coffee.

Every once in a while, she twitches. Some guy's got an Egg timer, and she's ready to shove it up some dark recess for the man. It's too damn early in the morning to be playing with an egg timer.
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Tag one, Tag both. It's business as usual for the two of them, and they're both up for distraction and meeting new people.

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[sgvy-yuuki.livejournal.com]

Yuuki is not happy. Even the hot chocolate bar provided is not making her mood better; the not!door still gets an annoyed gaze.

Distract her from door-murdering thoughts?

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[coin-tricks.livejournal.com]

Shadow's inna bar, sitting near the fire. The room isn't very full, and it's really quite quiet and relaxing. He still hasn't found a job yet, and he's worrying a little about his tab, but he has just been given a beautiful apple cider by Bar and it's just wonderful.

He's perfectly botherable.

[ooc: I have Physics, a laptop and a wireless internet connection for the next hour or so. If anyone's around, bring on the tags.]

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Alexander Knox is in a seriously good mood today. If you dared suggest that was because he had left all of Gotham's myriad scandals (and Gotham itself) behind for a while, he would disagree. Better to just note that things seem to be going well for him.

Come say hello.

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[alorn-bear.livejournal.com]

They say in Ulgoland even the mice are dangerous. It's kind of like Australia, only with all the mistakes of the Gods instead of poisonous creatures, and all of the landscape is lumpy, pointy, or hollow if not all three.

Also? The winters are awful. Not that Belar cares; he's grinning like a nutcase as he comes in from the kind of mountains you only get in Ulgo (yeah, yeah, the Dalasian mountains are higher, but they're all the majestic, soaring, magnificent kind, not the GRR I EAT YOUR FACE NOW kind). He's got snow in his hair despite having the furred hood of his parka up, and he's carrying a package under one arm that bears a powerful resemblance to a pet carrier. "Hey," he calls out, "is Mary Lennox here? If she's not, no biggie, I can wait."

He could use some breakfast anyway.

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[wyrd-fox.livejournal.com]

It's early afternoon in Milliways.

To Foxtrot, that means nap-time.

(Of course, kitsune have a highly fluid concept of times, schedules and whatnot, so nap-time happens whenever they damn well please.)

He's sprawled on a table near the fire in vulpine form...and I do mean sprawled. On his belly, all four limbs stretched out with his tail draped over some poor soul's place-setting.

In fact, he looks rather like a fox rug. Well, he's a little small for a rug, but fox placemat just sounds weird.

Care to disturb?

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[incoldwrit.livejournal.com]

Still in Russia. Still interviewing. Still gathering information. Still...shall we say, disregarding that nagging something at the back of his mind about this project. That maybe he can't, or won't, finish it. Oh, he'll finish it. He has to. He wants to. All that money The New Yorker paid him for this piece, and he doesn't finish it? Why, it'd be a robbery! But that feeling's no stranger. He's had it before, and usually it prevails. He just wishes it wouldn't prevail over a work he's already been paid for.

It's possible, then, that the relief (after shock) Truman feels when he enters the bar is related to the desire to be distracted from the nagging sensation. As he heads towards the bar, Truman gives the Observation Window an apprehensive (or curious) glance. He's still not sure if it's a fancy movie trick or if it's the real deal.

[ ooc: here all day! may be out for a movie later on, but I shall return. ]

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[callmeali.livejournal.com]

There is a scriptwriter taking a break from her work.

Honest. She is taking a break.

Even if she hasn't put up the laptop.

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[krisofvaldemar.livejournal.com]

Confused and worried Herald inna bar.

Kris walks down the corridor from the Infirmary. He has to put up a hand against the sudden brightness.
The main Bar area is crowded. No one's close to the hall, or watches in his direction. He uses the opportunity to take a swift look around. He's slow once he resumes walking, his gait stiff as if it's painful to move too fast. Aside from that, ordinary enough to look at; young man in his twenties, dark hair, dark eyes. Bandages cover his right shoulder.
Taverns aren't new to him. To any Herald; they don't tend to be ascetic when off-duty. He still isn't sure what he's seeing.

He starts toward the only door he can see that appears to lead out of the building, toward the back.


Botherable.

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[somnium-sum.livejournal.com]

[Out of Milliways: Under hill, there is a room.]

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[mop-jockey.livejournal.com]

Lenny Inchpot: Son, Brother, Friend.

Lenny Inchpot: Smart-aleck, entrepreneur, interviewee.

Completely botherable! (Come tease him about the suit, if you'd like).

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[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

The puzzle box? Still un-opened. It has gotten to be something of a personal challenge, now.

Thus- one former british navy officer seated in an armchair near the fire, cup of tea on a table within reach-

Though it has gotten cold while Wellard tries to figure out the right moves of sliding panels to get the top of the box open.

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[songofbullets.livejournal.com]

El. In the bar. Coffee.

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[call-me-shane.livejournal.com]

Out in the stables, a man is singing. He doesn't have a bad voice, really, just one that is untrained, and a bit rough. He finds it helps the horses relax, since they've been mighty keyed up since the wolves started howling outside, for the past few days.
Slowly Shane makes his way down the line of stalls, dropping in the evening feed. Just another one of the many jobs that need doing.

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[killitwithfire]

Axel's back by the fire again, occupying the better part of his one of the couches. He's there because it's comfortable, and the fire itself is good company at least. It crackles away cheerfully at him, and he can also hear it in his soul.

It's also a good spot for people watching, but that's a more-or-less incidental.

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[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

Its rather late for her usual sort of entry, but Suzi wanders down from upstairs and heads toward a seat. As always she's heralded by the jingle-jingle-jingle of her anklet, and she's got paper with lists. Also her knitting, but the lists are the important thing. They're questions to ask Quinn.

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[thiefprinceremy.livejournal.com]

The Thief was back once again, just stepping through the door, hair dusted with rapidly melting snowflakes, grinning like... well, rather like a cat that's had the canary, and the cream, and blamed the mess on the dog.

He perched himself at the bar, grinning further when a mug of coffee and a plate of chocolate beignets appeared, giving the bartop a pet, "Merci petit, you're a gem."

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[dragonvolunteer.livejournal.com]

Cimorene is settled at a small table near the bar with her feet propped up on a chair. It's been a busy week in the Mountains of Morning, what with the ambassador from the Frost Giants visiting with his entire entourage, and she's more than happy to take a much-needed break.

So she has hot chocolate and a book, which she isn't really reading. She'd much rather talk to people.

Interviews for Waitstaff Conducted Here!

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine is sitting at a prominent table with one chair across from herself, with a notepad and a pencil, waiting for the candidates for interviews to show up.

She's a little nervous, as she's never really done any of this before. It's arguable whether or not she's more nervous than her interviewees.

She'll be known by her medieval garments in a nice shade of blue and white. And, of course, the fact that she's been waitressing for nearly two years.

But just to be sure, there's a sign at her table: INTERVIEWS FOR WAITSTAFF CONDUCTED HERE.

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[scapepig]

[oom: Snowball gets in trouble.]

A ceramic tile is tossed through the door, a note scribbled on it in charcoal. Somewhat miraculously, it doesn't break.

It is picked up by a waitrat and taken to the bar, where it disappears with its note.

( Asar-Suti )

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[creator_raven]

Raven is at a different table today.

His eyes are still wide and black and fathomless, and he still fails to blink.

But his ankles are crossed under the table, toe tapping intermittently.

At least for a little while.

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[mogget_cat]

Augh! The noise! What a horrible racket! Someone put that poor cat out of its misery before -

Oh wait.

He's just tuning his violin. It seems the cold had gotten to it. It'll be all right in a moment.

Yrael's at the bar, perched on a barstool with his violin, adjusting strings as needed. It must be perfect before he'll play, but it won't take long.

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[guppy_sandhu]

"I'm sorry, we don't treat budgies here, this is a hospital. You're going to have to take him to a vet."

Guppy closes the door and heads over to the bar.

"Tea. Please."

He settles in a booth near the infirmary with a pile of paperwork.

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[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan wakes up abruptly to realize two things: it's freezing out and his clothes are nowhere to be seen. He didn't have this problem yesterday morning, so he's going to blame Wells. He doesn't appreciate that the man thinks he needs to be babysat. It takes him a good half hour to follow two sets of werewolf tracks back to where his clothes are, though he gets them on in record time and stops at the lake to rinse off the leftover demon rabbit.

Claustrophobia be damned, he's going inside today because he wants a shower badly, a change of clothes, and some hot food. Eventually there is a clean and slightyly refreshed Captain Ryan back in khaki trousers and black tee sitting at his corner table with a glass of Guinness and eating salmon and wild rice, since he's not feeling up to actual meat just yet. He's keeping an eye on everyone because, well, it hasn't been a good couple of days for him and it all adds up to him being jumpy.

He's better than yesterday, though.

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[badinlatin]

[OOM: Late at night, Mal and Naomi have a bit of a palaver. Like so many things in life, advice given to others usually applies just as strongly to yourself.]

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

[Just OOM: Last night was not a good night for the unprepared to walk in the woods, no.]

Wells was busy last night. That's nothing new. What is unusual is that he spent most of the day outside as well, despite the awful weather- and this was the fourth day of three. Ordinarily he'd have been back inside straightaway after a moon like that, but this time... well, he had some things to think about, and he couldn't do that with people about, could he.

He's come in from the cold now, though, and he's got supper. Imam bayildi and rice with lentils and his usual Bass. Just now he's over at one of the tables near the fire, letting the heat sink back into his bones.