Dec. 19th, 2006
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Dec. 19th, 2006 12:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
futures_of_ashRachel was behind the counter once more, movements precise and jerky...her skin was a delicately flushed shade of red still, from seeing the earlier libel. Some people simply couldn't accept a success!
Really, the nerve.
Her hair was almost lighting the room in her agitated state, but she'd be alright once she got an espresso in her.
Really, the nerve.
Her hair was almost lighting the room in her agitated state, but she'd be alright once she got an espresso in her.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 12:28 amiopenthings[OOM: In the House of Arch, Door makes some very necessary adjustments to her wardrobe, and exhibits some boardroom skills in the bedroom. Or dressing room, as the case may be.]
"Omoi de wa itsumo kirei dakedo..."
Dec. 19th, 2006 01:32 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
loveinalocket.livejournal.comYes, that is the sound of a Japanese schoolgirl discovering that the bar has Dance Dance Revolution now. And yes, that is the opening theme of Rurouni Kenshin. Challengers welcome.
(mun is packing to go home, so slightly sporadic commenting.)
(mun is packing to go home, so slightly sporadic commenting.)
Multi-pup Entrance
Dec. 19th, 2006 03:11 amnot-that-anakin.livejournal.comAnakin Solo is up at the bar watching how things fold out on a day to day basis. He's not too wrapped up in things to not talk to anyone who wishes to speak with him however as he leans back with hands behind his head.
Mickey Mouse is sitting in a booth. His hood is down and he's munching on some cheese and drinking some tea. He's developed quite a taste for tea in his time here and is finding that it helps him to relax.
Daniel Jackson is sitting by the fire with his usual cup of coffee. He's sans books at the moment and smiling. Quite an interesting development here.
Mickey Mouse is sitting in a booth. His hood is down and he's munching on some cheese and drinking some tea. He's developed quite a taste for tea in his time here and is finding that it helps him to relax.
Daniel Jackson is sitting by the fire with his usual cup of coffee. He's sans books at the moment and smiling. Quite an interesting development here.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 08:16 ammendanddefend_archiveBob woke up early, and went through his morning routine quietly so as not to disturb Suzi. Now he's sitting at a table near the Bar, with an energy shake and a plate of toruses (both of which he scanned thoroughly for anything that might resemble this 'soy' stuff).
He didn't get the Kitsune Sutra or the Pilates book. Instead, Bar gave him In Vogue: The Illustrated History of the World's Most Famous Fashion Magazine.
Somehow, that's even more disturbing than the Sutra.
[ooc:Out Christmas shopping. Feel free to tag, I'll pick them up in a couple of hours. Back!]
He didn't get the Kitsune Sutra or the Pilates book. Instead, Bar gave him In Vogue: The Illustrated History of the World's Most Famous Fashion Magazine.
Somehow, that's even more disturbing than the Sutra.
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Coffee coffee buzz buzz buzz?
Dec. 19th, 2006 09:07 ammd_donighalSnow blows through the door as the man in the gray suit flies in. "Coffee, please, love," he says. "Nice and hot."
He gets a venti latte. "Well, it's a kind of coffee, but not really what I had in mind. My usual, please."
Coffee mug. Almost-black coffee in it. He picks it up and raises it to his lips... "I can smell the soymilk, dear. Whatever you're trying, I'm not interested, say sorry."
And then he notices the vidwindow at the left end of the bar... and sighs. I should have picked up coffee at Drenched Donuts.
Eventually, he'll notice Angel's note and decide to check out the blanket fort. Maybe you'll bother him in a way that makes that checking more urgent.
He gets a venti latte. "Well, it's a kind of coffee, but not really what I had in mind. My usual, please."
Coffee mug. Almost-black coffee in it. He picks it up and raises it to his lips... "I can smell the soymilk, dear. Whatever you're trying, I'm not interested, say sorry."
And then he notices the vidwindow at the left end of the bar... and sighs. I should have picked up coffee at Drenched Donuts.
Eventually, he'll notice Angel's note and decide to check out the blanket fort. Maybe you'll bother him in a way that makes that checking more urgent.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 09:28 ampirate-gibbs.livejournal.comGibbs sits outside, not far from the moorings of the Pearl, chewing on some salt beef. It's bloody cold, even with the battered old topcoat he found below, but he's been on the North Sea enough times to take it. And he has his rum.
Besides, he likes it better out here. The bar is nice. Too nice. Too well lit, with those strange candles, too clean. (Never mind the strange ghostly music!) It's the kind of place that usually refuses to welcome men like him. And the kind of place men like him rarely find any pleasure (though he's been proven wrong about that once already). The lake may not be the open sea, but it suits him fine anyway.
Soon he'll go back on the ship and make sure she's (if you pardon the obvious phrase) ship-shape. The Cap'n has been away more often than not, and someone needs to make sure she's still ready to sail. (He really doesn't trust the magic that recreated the ship, magic being a tricky thing and all.) Even if there's no one worth going just yet. But knowing the Cap'n, they'll find someplace worth going sooner or later.
Besides, he likes it better out here. The bar is nice. Too nice. Too well lit, with those strange candles, too clean. (Never mind the strange ghostly music!) It's the kind of place that usually refuses to welcome men like him. And the kind of place men like him rarely find any pleasure (though he's been proven wrong about that once already). The lake may not be the open sea, but it suits him fine anyway.
Soon he'll go back on the ship and make sure she's (if you pardon the obvious phrase) ship-shape. The Cap'n has been away more often than not, and someone needs to make sure she's still ready to sail. (He really doesn't trust the magic that recreated the ship, magic being a tricky thing and all.) Even if there's no one worth going just yet. But knowing the Cap'n, they'll find someplace worth going sooner or later.
geek heaven
Dec. 19th, 2006 09:35 aminquisitiveheroHenry sat at a table, reading the latest technical manual he had managed to get from Bar. His eyes, it might be noted, were rather wide. The technical manual? Was from over a hundred years in his future. A pile of notebooks sprawled across the table as he furiously made notations.
Someone had mentioned that Bar sometimes gave out books and magazines. Someone else had mentioned that people cam from different times and worlds, and that Bar had access to them all. And somewhere over a week after he had arrived, Henry had timidly approached Bar and asked for a technical manual set fifty years in advance of his time on his Earth.
And gotten it. He had started there and worked his way forward to the present manual, slowly.
The genius ahead of his time, who had never, ever been able to get technical specs that matched what was in his head, was in geek heaven.
Someone had mentioned that Bar sometimes gave out books and magazines. Someone else had mentioned that people cam from different times and worlds, and that Bar had access to them all. And somewhere over a week after he had arrived, Henry had timidly approached Bar and asked for a technical manual set fifty years in advance of his time on his Earth.
And gotten it. He had started there and worked his way forward to the present manual, slowly.
The genius ahead of his time, who had never, ever been able to get technical specs that matched what was in his head, was in geek heaven.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 09:38 amsime-channel.livejournal.comHe's in there. She slept last night, (and she's going to have to find some way of thanking Bob for giving up his bed) and when she woke up she was...quite frankly, not good. Not good at all. But there is hope because she could hear him under the bean curd.
She's been reading Ray's Book since she woke up. She can't even pronounce half the words she's found, but she's been reading it. There is a growing stack of notes surrounding her. All of them ruled out, but she's taking them anyway.
She's getting him back.
She's been reading Ray's Book since she woke up. She can't even pronounce half the words she's found, but she's been reading it. There is a growing stack of notes surrounding her. All of them ruled out, but she's taking them anyway.
She's getting him back.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 09:47 amrandomsbastard.livejournal.comEven the most casual of glances at the life of Martin, bastard son of Random of Amber, would see a trail of blood loss and blithe carelessness of the integrity of skin (his and that of other people) a mile wide.
Which is not to say that he takes his hobby as an EMT lightly, just that if you're in his way he'll incapacitate you and then patch you up all pretty.
Regardless, the idea of him as a yuppie is enough of a terrifying thought that there is no argument when he asks for the usual assortment of dead animal, salad, and coffee (black, still boiling).
This player sure as hell isn't going to try to make him be a yuppie.
Which is not to say that he takes his hobby as an EMT lightly, just that if you're in his way he'll incapacitate you and then patch you up all pretty.
Regardless, the idea of him as a yuppie is enough of a terrifying thought that there is no argument when he asks for the usual assortment of dead animal, salad, and coffee (black, still boiling).
This player sure as hell isn't going to try to make him be a yuppie.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 10:32 amboundxkittyElizabeth and Raina are up.
Well, sort of up in Elizabeth's case. And by up we mean that she's made it from her room to the couches. From there she's stretched out and might possibly be napping again. She's aware of her surroundings, even though her eyes are closed.
Raina is over in a booth eating breakfast. A large plate of sausage, bacon, eggs, and fruit sits in front of her. She's doing her best to put a rather large dent on it. The food isn't her main focus. The pen and catalog seem to be. She's making small marks next to a few items in said catalog.
Either are open for company. Just say who your tagging.
Well, sort of up in Elizabeth's case. And by up we mean that she's made it from her room to the couches. From there she's stretched out and might possibly be napping again. She's aware of her surroundings, even though her eyes are closed.
Raina is over in a booth eating breakfast. A large plate of sausage, bacon, eggs, and fruit sits in front of her. She's doing her best to put a rather large dent on it. The food isn't her main focus. The pen and catalog seem to be. She's making small marks next to a few items in said catalog.
Either are open for company. Just say who your tagging.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 10:55 amagnes_nittGoing through the yoga routine Rachel gave her first thing turned out to be an excellent idea. She's managing her morning run a little easier having stretched out and centered herself. The yoga pants that Bar gave her fit better than the ruined jogging suit, too. And, best of all, that annoying voice in her head hasn't bothered her once today.
So, win-win all around, Agnes decides. Then, she decides that 'Angie' is a much prettier name than 'Agnes', and if she's going to be pretty, then she should start using that name now. Still a pity about the last name, but when she's a famous model, she can just drop it entirely. Having no last name is so fab.
So, win-win all around, Agnes decides. Then, she decides that 'Angie' is a much prettier name than 'Agnes', and if she's going to be pretty, then she should start using that name now. Still a pity about the last name, but when she's a famous model, she can just drop it entirely. Having no last name is so fab.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 11:02 amjack_inthegreenJack Green sits at the bar. "I'll have oatmeal with berries and a venti half-caff latte with a dash of cinnamon and a shot of Irish cream," he says and fusses with the crease of his trousers.
"And who do I talk to about getting a wireless network set up here? I can't even check my email."
"And who do I talk to about getting a wireless network set up here? I can't even check my email."
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Dec. 19th, 2006 11:09 amoldromansaint.livejournal.comSantino entered the bar, completely and blissfully unaware of any vile Yuppieness spreading around. He took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink in Italian, paid in cash as always, and commenced people watching.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 11:13 amalorn-bear.livejournal.comYesterday? Yesterday was good. Belar got to set Garion straight. When someone constitutes fully half of 'your people' in a given place all by their lonesome, that kind of thing takes on a whole new level of importance.
Today, however, is another story. Belar's making one last geological survey before he calls those mountains into existence. Of course, this is Belar. For him, 'geological survey' means sitting cross-legged with both his hands on the ground so he can feel the local stone and soil properly, all the way down to the level where it will listen to him when he speaks.
He looks something of a sight, ignoring the cold and the wet and the frozen like that. He doesn't even look as if he's aware that he's supposed to be affected by the weather that way.
Possibly he could be poked.
Today, however, is another story. Belar's making one last geological survey before he calls those mountains into existence. Of course, this is Belar. For him, 'geological survey' means sitting cross-legged with both his hands on the ground so he can feel the local stone and soil properly, all the way down to the level where it will listen to him when he speaks.
He looks something of a sight, ignoring the cold and the wet and the frozen like that. He doesn't even look as if he's aware that he's supposed to be affected by the weather that way.
Possibly he could be poked.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 11:52 amcaptainryan.livejournal.comRyan's hasn't been in the bar proper lately, spending most of his time in room 4870, though he missed Suzi spending the night in the closet. He knows she was there, though, and is a bit worried.
So he may be keeping an eye out for her when he comes downstairs. He also notices that there seems to be an awful lot of people dressed in suits in the bar, and that the bar smells strange. Something's mixing in with the mistletoe scent, and emanating from the people in suits in general.
Apparently Bar is trying to feed him...whatever it is mixed in with the Irish stew he's grown fond of since she first gave it to him (he still doesn't know why it came in a box).
Ryan sends it back, asking for the recipe she usually uses. Eventually he gets a bowl that is strange scent free and takes it to a table where he can sit with his back to the wall. The white chunks in the stew are potato. Really.
[OOC:Plan to be here all day, though responses may be slow. Done for the day.]
So he may be keeping an eye out for her when he comes downstairs. He also notices that there seems to be an awful lot of people dressed in suits in the bar, and that the bar smells strange. Something's mixing in with the mistletoe scent, and emanating from the people in suits in general.
Apparently Bar is trying to feed him...whatever it is mixed in with the Irish stew he's grown fond of since she first gave it to him (he still doesn't know why it came in a box).
Ryan sends it back, asking for the recipe she usually uses. Eventually he gets a bowl that is strange scent free and takes it to a table where he can sit with his back to the wall. The white chunks in the stew are potato. Really.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 12:37 pmhcliffhuxtable.livejournal.comCliff's at a table with a pile of books, a notepad and pencil. At this point, even the Clueless One can't but notice the apparent spread of Yuppiness.
He's almost hoping that his suit will act as camouflage, if only long enough for him to drink his non-soy hot chocolate and get some work done.
Famous last words?
He's almost hoping that his suit will act as camouflage, if only long enough for him to drink his non-soy hot chocolate and get some work done.
Famous last words?
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Dec. 19th, 2006 01:23 pmbohemian-mark.livejournal.comMark appears in the door of the bar, a bagel in his mouth, and a cellphone in his hand. "Murf, Quin. Take care of it yourself, or ask Adam." He hangs up, looks around, then plunks at Bar. "Hey, Bar? Can I have a coffee?" One appears, spuriously light. "Without the creamer, please? Can't stand the stuff." It resolutely stays there. "What the hell, bar? Fine. Just give me an iced tea." The tea appears, also creamered. "No. I want nothing at all with creamer. Give me a Coke. Make that a closed, sealed bottle of Coke. And really, you need to do something about that cream problem." He grabs the Coke and wanders to a table. Damnit. Something's going on again.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 01:36 pmprecocioustilda.livejournal.comMatilda wanders over to Bar and absently asks for a hot chocolate.
She sniffs the proffered beverage.
"...Bar? I asked for a hot chocolate. With milk in it, by preference. I'm not sure what this is, but I doubt any part of it ever saw the inside of a cow. Try again please?"
The offending mug of chocolate vanishes, to be replaced by one with the proper components.
"Thanks," Matilda says cheerfully, and sits down to drink her soy-free hot chocolate.
She sniffs the proffered beverage.
"...Bar? I asked for a hot chocolate. With milk in it, by preference. I'm not sure what this is, but I doubt any part of it ever saw the inside of a cow. Try again please?"
The offending mug of chocolate vanishes, to be replaced by one with the proper components.
"Thanks," Matilda says cheerfully, and sits down to drink her soy-free hot chocolate.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 01:50 pmslayer_frayYesterday was strange.
Stepanie Brown was a bitch, that's not new.
Rachel Grey was shallow and self-involved, that's not new.
Katara was an ignorant clot. That's... well, probably not new.
But Michelangelo said thoughtless, insensitve, and downright crazy things about her dead brother. And that's not on.
Melaka is upset. And when Melaka is upset, things get bulleted.
Like, the entire Allison report, sitting next to her in hard copy as she taps away angrily on her VAIO, surrounded by books of law, documents, and a Blackberry with which she continually crossreferences.
This is one well-revised and thoroughlt researched case.
Stepanie Brown was a bitch, that's not new.
Rachel Grey was shallow and self-involved, that's not new.
Katara was an ignorant clot. That's... well, probably not new.
But Michelangelo said thoughtless, insensitve, and downright crazy things about her dead brother. And that's not on.
Melaka is upset. And when Melaka is upset, things get bulleted.
Like, the entire Allison report, sitting next to her in hard copy as she taps away angrily on her VAIO, surrounded by books of law, documents, and a Blackberry with which she continually crossreferences.
This is one well-revised and thoroughlt researched case.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 03:16 pmthe_seafarerAt the far end of the stables, in an empty box stall, is set up a long, rough-hewn wooden table over which Caspian, chores done and horses taken out to the paddocks, is bent. He whistles softly to himself, working away at a flat, carved piece of wood. He's smoothing it out, right down to a silky polish, and tests it now and again against his thumb, or fits it to one of the other already finished pieces at its side.
It wouldn't do, after all, to have any stray splinters in this particular gift.
[OOC: Due to cookie-baking, room-cleaning and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
yuletide-ing, slowness is inevitable. Yay holidays!]
It wouldn't do, after all, to have any stray splinters in this particular gift.
[OOC: Due to cookie-baking, room-cleaning and
yuletide-ing, slowness is inevitable. Yay holidays!](no subject)
Dec. 19th, 2006 03:24 pmwyrd-fox.livejournal.comFoxtrot's at the Bar, sipping a chai latte while scowling at his Blackberry. Needless to say, he's not in a good mood. Not only was his new, work-out suit absolutely ruined by a bitchy seven-tail last night, but today his Blackberry simply won't download the latest stock figures.
Not to mention that a remark from a certain penguin has made him very self-conscious about a certain blemish. He's doing his best to keep his tail tucked out of sight. About the only way to do that is to sit on top of it, the discomfort of which is NOT improving his mood at all.
Not to mention that a remark from a certain penguin has made him very self-conscious about a certain blemish. He's doing his best to keep his tail tucked out of sight. About the only way to do that is to sit on top of it, the discomfort of which is NOT improving his mood at all.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 03:37 pmprinceinexileSomething had gone terribly wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong. Stephanie was acting strange. In fact a whole lot of people were acting strange. And then he was told he couldn't eat soy products -- which, let me tell you, is confusing for ANYONE of an Asian derivative nation, let alone the heavily Chinese and Japanese Fire Nation.
So there he is, eating something totally none tofu -- a perfectly good stir fry -- looking over the bar and wondering what was wrong with everybody. Drinking his tea, he remains quiet, thoughtful -- worried. The dogs were sleeping near by, and he?
He tried not to brood too hard.
So there he is, eating something totally none tofu -- a perfectly good stir fry -- looking over the bar and wondering what was wrong with everybody. Drinking his tea, he remains quiet, thoughtful -- worried. The dogs were sleeping near by, and he?
He tried not to brood too hard.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 03:54 pmfallen-april.livejournal.comApril's downstairs with a CD player and a book.
Funny, she hasn't ever listened to Roger's CD when she was happy before.
Might have something to do with her reading material. Or, more precisely one of the subjects of her reading material.
April with a copy of Fellowship of the Ring. Bother at will.
Funny, she hasn't ever listened to Roger's CD when she was happy before.
Might have something to do with her reading material. Or, more precisely one of the subjects of her reading material.
April with a copy of Fellowship of the Ring. Bother at will.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 04:06 pmlast-king.livejournal.comThere's snow, which means there's a perpetually homesick king of Narnia outside in a fur-lined cloak, enjoying the snow.
Any acquaintances who happen by might get a snowball for their troubles. Strangers will at least get an introduction first.
Any acquaintances who happen by might get a snowball for their troubles. Strangers will at least get an introduction first.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 04:11 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/Out by the bank, Jack moves about, humming absently to himself and dancing a few remembered steps from the old ballet.
This is a beautiful place, the air is cold, and he can almost imagine he's... he's not sure where. Somewhere.
This is a beautiful place, the air is cold, and he can almost imagine he's... he's not sure where. Somewhere.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 05:00 pmrealmrsreynoldsSallie Reynolds, ever an enthusiast for the simplest way of doing things, has labeled each invitation in her hands across the front in a very plain script, except for the one for her son, which has little shooting stars drawn over the M in his name.
The invitations all read:
The House of Arch Academy
Premier Piano Recital
Featuring: Gavroche Riddle, Ingress of the House of Arch, and Angela Edmunds, with an interlude by Harry Wells.
Friday, December 22nd, 8 pm.
No RSVP required.
Hope to see you there!
Each invitation is brightly decorated and glittered, thanks to Ingress. Sallie notices she has remnants of said glitter across her palms even as she asks Bar to distribute the invitations for her, posting a blank invitation to the noticeboard before heading back home.
[ooc: Check out the back room for details.]
The invitations all read:
Premier Piano Recital
Featuring: Gavroche Riddle, Ingress of the House of Arch, and Angela Edmunds, with an interlude by Harry Wells.
Friday, December 22nd, 8 pm.
No RSVP required.
Hope to see you there!
Each invitation is brightly decorated and glittered, thanks to Ingress. Sallie notices she has remnants of said glitter across her palms even as she asks Bar to distribute the invitations for her, posting a blank invitation to the noticeboard before heading back home.
[ooc: Check out the back room for details.]
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Dec. 19th, 2006 05:55 pmfoxy-l33t.livejournal.comLaini is sitting at a table, with a cup of (PLAIN, thank you very much) green tea. Scowling, and looking generally worried and ticked off.
At least she is not yupped?
((OOC: Comp is being shanghai'd- will bbl asap.))
At least she is not yupped?
((OOC: Comp is being shanghai'd- will bbl asap.))
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Dec. 19th, 2006 06:15 pmbloodyrockgodWell well well. Isn't this a sight.
It's Charlie with his guitar, playing Christmas carols. The best part of the holiday season, you know, is the music.
It's Charlie with his guitar, playing Christmas carols. The best part of the holiday season, you know, is the music.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 06:49 pmsnorkacklover.livejournal.comLuna- being Luna- is completely oblivious to the mayhem as she wanders down into the bar, humming a little.
“I’d like a Daily Prophet and something yellow, please,” and the thing that appears is… well. It’s sort of yellow, beneath the non-fat cream. She sniffs at it cautiously, and it doesn't smell poisonous.
Half-way through the cup, she begins to flip through the Prophet, by-passing all news in favour of the financial supplement. Another sip of her strange drink, and Luna realises it’s a tall skinny vanilla whip latte, and it's fabulous, darling.
“I’d like a Daily Prophet and something yellow, please,” and the thing that appears is… well. It’s sort of yellow, beneath the non-fat cream. She sniffs at it cautiously, and it doesn't smell poisonous.
Half-way through the cup, she begins to flip through the Prophet, by-passing all news in favour of the financial supplement. Another sip of her strange drink, and Luna realises it’s a tall skinny vanilla whip latte, and it's fabulous, darling.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 07:15 pmim-a-whatever.livejournal.comSo a weirdo walks into a bar...
But this isn't Fozzie's act.
"Boy, what a show. I've heard of audiences throwing vegetables, but that was the first time I've ever seen them throw fertilizer.
Can I get a triple chocolate-banana-eggplant milkshake, please?."
Bar complies, and all is well for the next few minutes, until...
"Hey, this tastes kinda funny."
But this isn't Fozzie's act.
"Boy, what a show. I've heard of audiences throwing vegetables, but that was the first time I've ever seen them throw fertilizer.
Can I get a triple chocolate-banana-eggplant milkshake, please?."
Bar complies, and all is well for the next few minutes, until...
"Hey, this tastes kinda funny."
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Dec. 19th, 2006 07:22 pmsonofwhitecity.livejournal.comSweaty and ruddy from training outdoors, Boromir stops at the bar. "Something hearty, please, Lady Bar," he says.
Up pops a plate of . . . something vaguely white and gelatinous.
He pokes a cube with his finger. "Lady Bar," he says doubtfully, "I do not know what this is and while I trust you that it's edible, I'd . . . rather not try it. Could I replace this with venison or rabbit or . . . something I recognize?"
Rabbit stew, then. "Thank you," he says and goes to a table with his plate.
Up pops a plate of . . . something vaguely white and gelatinous.
He pokes a cube with his finger. "Lady Bar," he says doubtfully, "I do not know what this is and while I trust you that it's edible, I'd . . . rather not try it. Could I replace this with venison or rabbit or . . . something I recognize?"
Rabbit stew, then. "Thank you," he says and goes to a table with his plate.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 07:35 pmcheerychaplainMaybe you've seen the cheerful fellow at the bar around lately. Maybe you haven't. Either way, he's there now, drumming his fingers lightly on the bar top and not doing much of anything, really, but glancing around, quite possibly smiling in a friendly manner at anyone who catches his eye. His hat is on the bar, green fatigues are on, and cross visible.
Alright, to be entirely honest, Father Mulcahy hasn't been in Milliways often as late. As such, he is ignorant of all things tofu, yuppie, and Christmas, though he has noticed the decorations with some amusement. (He is not, however, sitting under any; the good father is cannier than that.)
[OOM: Mun reserves the right to beg slowtime around 10:00/10:30 EST, but til then, declares tag open season.]
Alright, to be entirely honest, Father Mulcahy hasn't been in Milliways often as late. As such, he is ignorant of all things tofu, yuppie, and Christmas, though he has noticed the decorations with some amusement. (He is not, however, sitting under any; the good father is cannier than that.)
[OOM: Mun reserves the right to beg slowtime around 10:00/10:30 EST, but til then, declares tag open season.]
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Dec. 19th, 2006 07:40 pma_poor_guardianThe hundreds of rooms in Misselthwaite Manor naturally possess hundreds of doors. Archibald Craven occupies himself, one restless and rainy afternoon, by exploring the corridors near his wing of the manor.
It seems that the third door in the second guest suite from Archibald's chambers leads into Milliways. Archibald, surprised but not displeased, goes to the bar to order a glass of red wine.
It seems that the third door in the second guest suite from Archibald's chambers leads into Milliways. Archibald, surprised but not displeased, goes to the bar to order a glass of red wine.
Decemberween!
Dec. 19th, 2006 07:44 pmthe-h-star-r.livejournal.comHomestar is sitting at The Bar with a glass of soynogeggnog. Regular eggnog. He's been busy working as a chair to earn money for Decemberween presents, a pile of which is next to him.
( Da Presents, Jiys! )
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Dec. 19th, 2006 07:46 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy comes into the bar, looking slightly frazzled. He heads straight over to the bar and deposits two sets of tickets on the bar, with a note attached.
( Amanda Darieux, Sara Sidle )
He takes his thermas of tea and settles near the fire to attempt to learn his lines. Occasional murmurings of such lines as "Well maybe there are two of us, have you tried my stunt double in Otter ward." can be heard.
( Amanda Darieux, Sara Sidle )He takes his thermas of tea and settles near the fire to attempt to learn his lines. Occasional murmurings of such lines as "Well maybe there are two of us, have you tried my stunt double in Otter ward." can be heard.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 08:12 pmscapepigSnowball enters through the back door, having devised a more efficient means of path defrosting to save time. Namely rolling over it four or five times whilst nobody was looking.
"Bar, I request an organic shade grown mexican coffee, a wafer thin biscuit and half a potato please."
There is a pause whilst he surveys the result.
"Are you stupid? How am I supposed to drink out of this piddly little cup? It doesn't even give me space for my snout, and this delay is taking time from the boxercise session I had planned."
When Bar decides not to respond to this rude statement, he takes a bite out of the cup, spits out the piece and laps the coffee off the saucer.
"Bar, I request an organic shade grown mexican coffee, a wafer thin biscuit and half a potato please."
There is a pause whilst he surveys the result.
"Are you stupid? How am I supposed to drink out of this piddly little cup? It doesn't even give me space for my snout, and this delay is taking time from the boxercise session I had planned."
When Bar decides not to respond to this rude statement, he takes a bite out of the cup, spits out the piece and laps the coffee off the saucer.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 08:17 pmdalekity.livejournal.comDaleks do not eat or drink (though they do consume gases), so you would think that the Bar's resident Dalek is safe from the Curse of Tofu.
Evidently, this isn't the case.
"Excuse me," Dalek sniffs to Bar at large. "But would somebody be so kind as to direct me towards the hairdressers in this place? I simply cannot work like this."
Of course Dalek has hair. Naturally, it isn't a tentacle monster in pepperpot armour - It's just a man in a very stylish, if horribly bronze, business suit. Really.
"Honestly. I have a meeting in just a few hours, you know," There's tutting. Screeched tutting. "My associates will simply exterminate me if I'm at anything less than my best."
Botherable.
Evidently, this isn't the case.
"Excuse me," Dalek sniffs to Bar at large. "But would somebody be so kind as to direct me towards the hairdressers in this place? I simply cannot work like this."
Of course Dalek has hair. Naturally, it isn't a tentacle monster in pepperpot armour - It's just a man in a very stylish, if horribly bronze, business suit. Really.
"Honestly. I have a meeting in just a few hours, you know," There's tutting. Screeched tutting. "My associates will simply exterminate me if I'm at anything less than my best."
Botherable.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 08:41 pmagnes_nittHere we find Agnes Angie at a table with a bowl of miso soup (hardly touched) and the latest issue of Vogue. She has a coat thrown on over the yoga pants and sweatshirt; nights have gotten really cold all of a sudden.
She's downloaded some subliminal message programs onto the iPod and is listening to one of the four weight-loss tracks now. She's only lost four pounds so far. Long way to go yet.
Company would not go amiss, though.
She's downloaded some subliminal message programs onto the iPod and is listening to one of the four weight-loss tracks now. She's only lost four pounds so far. Long way to go yet.
Company would not go amiss, though.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 08:47 pmneverswimalone.livejournal.comThat sign?
STYLE: BY PENGUIN
IS STILL UP.
Rico is tapping his feet to something on his ipod while the Skipper is having his evening coffee.
If you'd like an appointment? they're very much open.
STYLE: BY PENGUIN
IS STILL UP.
Rico is tapping his feet to something on his ipod while the Skipper is having his evening coffee.
If you'd like an appointment? they're very much open.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 09:10 pmmistressmaryquitecontraryMary is clearly gifted at kitten-smuggling.
. . . well, at least, none of the maids have stopped her yet to ask what that wriggling is in her jumper. And as soon as she's within the confines of the bar, she unzips her sweater and sets the kitten down on the floor, where she starts to skitter around on the floorboards after some half-seen insect.
Mary grins - a rare, bright grin - and then heads over to the counter for a milkshake, keeping one eye on the kitten all the while.
. . . well, at least, none of the maids have stopped her yet to ask what that wriggling is in her jumper. And as soon as she's within the confines of the bar, she unzips her sweater and sets the kitten down on the floor, where she starts to skitter around on the floorboards after some half-seen insect.
Mary grins - a rare, bright grin - and then heads over to the counter for a milkshake, keeping one eye on the kitten all the while.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 09:13 pmmnt_mikeHis girl is home, but from the wrong time-line.
His Bar won't let him wear anything but Khaki.
His brother just won't wake up.
His house is chock full of the wrong family.
Sometimes a turtle just needs a smoke.
So there he sits, in one of the too-many-to-count dark corners of Milliways.
The first person who mentions his orthopedic work shoes gets a nunchuck upside the head.
Say cowabunga and your life just might be forfeit.
His Bar won't let him wear anything but Khaki.
His brother just won't wake up.
His house is chock full of the wrong family.
Sometimes a turtle just needs a smoke.
So there he sits, in one of the too-many-to-count dark corners of Milliways.
The first person who mentions his orthopedic work shoes gets a nunchuck upside the head.
Say cowabunga and your life just might be forfeit.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 09:15 pmprone-to-panic.livejournal.comArchie's back in the bar tonight, watching the crowd with a cooly professional stare. He's got his financial section of the Times again, but it is folded neatly and sitting on the table next to his latte. From time to time he takes out his sleek little cellphone and flips it open, like he's expecting a call from someone. Or maybe he's just using the web browse feature to check on his investments.
Until two days ago, he didn't even know what a cellphone was.
Until two days ago, he didn't even know what a cellphone was.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 09:16 pmgabriel_tamHe had received a message-wave from Simon asking him to be in Milliways at a particular time this evening. It hadn't taken much effort for him to reschedule the working dinner for another day, and he wouldn't have cared if it had.
Gabriel Tam arrives early, and takes a seat in a booth. He orders a whiskey from the first waitrat to pass by, then settles back to wait.
Gabriel Tam arrives early, and takes a seat in a booth. He orders a whiskey from the first waitrat to pass by, then settles back to wait.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 09:28 pmq_in_trainingThe danger of being a vegan in Milliways is that if, say, hordes of tofu zombies are rampaging through the population, you don't see the soy products in your sandwich as a big tip-off. You see them as Bar getting your order right.
Mac's just finishing her grilled tofu and portabella sandwich when some of her hair falls in her eyes. Absently, she starts to push it back, then freezes and stares at it in horror.
God, she's been going around with those blonde chunks in her hair for a whole semester? Was she seriously that lazy that she couldn't just match them up to the rest of her hair color? L'Oreal makes like every single natural color known to mankind, it wouldn't have been THAT hard --
"Bar?" she gasps. "I need product. Now."
Bar helpfully provides a huge array of dyes and styling gels, and she sweeps all of them into her arms before hightailing it for the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, Cindy Mackenzie's in a secluded booth with her hair wrapped up (as stylishly as possible) in a thin sheet of plastic, paging through Cosmopolitan as she lets the dye sit.
Mac's just finishing her grilled tofu and portabella sandwich when some of her hair falls in her eyes. Absently, she starts to push it back, then freezes and stares at it in horror.
God, she's been going around with those blonde chunks in her hair for a whole semester? Was she seriously that lazy that she couldn't just match them up to the rest of her hair color? L'Oreal makes like every single natural color known to mankind, it wouldn't have been THAT hard --
"Bar?" she gasps. "I need product. Now."
Bar helpfully provides a huge array of dyes and styling gels, and she sweeps all of them into her arms before hightailing it for the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, Cindy Mackenzie's in a secluded booth with her hair wrapped up (as stylishly as possible) in a thin sheet of plastic, paging through Cosmopolitan as she lets the dye sit.
Barmaid on Duty!
Dec. 19th, 2006 09:36 pmmaid-of-astolat.livejournal.comElaine is downstairs with a tray in hand, looking for people to serve.
She's still trying to decide on waitstaff.
It's a difficult decision--all of her interviews were so good!
But for now? She's the lone waitress in a bar at the end of the Universe.
She's still trying to decide on waitstaff.
It's a difficult decision--all of her interviews were so good!
But for now? She's the lone waitress in a bar at the end of the Universe.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 09:48 pmsmallestopenerIngress is slurping a completely tofu-free chocolate shake. One Yuppie in the House of Arch is plenty.
Speaking of Door, Ingress just figures she's being weird again. Sisters, especially grown up ones, are weirdos sometimes. Eventually they get better.
Speaking of Door, Ingress just figures she's being weird again. Sisters, especially grown up ones, are weirdos sometimes. Eventually they get better.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 09:50 pmdontlooklisten.livejournal.comHe's got work to do. The cellular phones around here don't function worth a damn and he's GOT to get one functioning if he's going to reach Marty and let him know how late he's running. If he's lucky he can get a transmitting tower up and running by tonight, but...
"Bar? I need something I can eat in a hurry, a bottle of something I can drink on the run, and, um... come to think of it, can I get a cell phone for myself? And one for Suzi, with a note that says she can use it to text me while I'm busy at work? Tell her it's a present for me, would you?"
The food and one phone glimmers into existence.
"Thanks."
"Bar? I need something I can eat in a hurry, a bottle of something I can drink on the run, and, um... come to think of it, can I get a cell phone for myself? And one for Suzi, with a note that says she can use it to text me while I'm busy at work? Tell her it's a present for me, would you?"
The food and one phone glimmers into existence.
"Thanks."
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Dec. 19th, 2006 09:54 pmaction-antihero.livejournal.comAs Jack comes in from outside, he looks toward the door, an action that's almost become a reflex at the moment. There's still no sign of it, and he has to wonder how much longer he's going to be stuck here, unable to get to work outside, trying to change things.
He sighs, turning toward the bar. He should probably be glad for the chance to stay here, do some more investigating into what Nina had told him the other night. Naturally the more he could find out about Chappelle being a mole, the less it would take to foil his plans. Still, it feels wrong to be sitting in here instead of being outside at CTU and actually doing something.
He's still having trouble wrapping his head around it; about Ryan being a traitor. Particularly considering Ryan was obviously from after his time, and had treated meeting him like there was nothing wrong. Well. Nothing except Chappelle actually greeting him like a friend instead of a disliked subordinate. And that had been before Ryan had known he was from an earlier point. But then this was Nina telling him this, someone he trusted more implicitly than Chappelle, and there had been that whispered phrase that Jack had just caught as Ryan had left: "We're gonna have a problem." Maybe Ryan had had some advance warning that he was in the bar, and everything had been an act. Actually, in the context of that overheard comment, the posibility that Ryan had been playing him seemed more likely.
Trying to sort things out is making his head hurt, and he heads over to the bar, spending five minutes arguing with...her? it? At any rate, he'd evenutally got what he wanted; black coffee and a sandwich, even if he had to pick out the chunks of tofu.
He sighs, turning toward the bar. He should probably be glad for the chance to stay here, do some more investigating into what Nina had told him the other night. Naturally the more he could find out about Chappelle being a mole, the less it would take to foil his plans. Still, it feels wrong to be sitting in here instead of being outside at CTU and actually doing something.
He's still having trouble wrapping his head around it; about Ryan being a traitor. Particularly considering Ryan was obviously from after his time, and had treated meeting him like there was nothing wrong. Well. Nothing except Chappelle actually greeting him like a friend instead of a disliked subordinate. And that had been before Ryan had known he was from an earlier point. But then this was Nina telling him this, someone he trusted more implicitly than Chappelle, and there had been that whispered phrase that Jack had just caught as Ryan had left: "We're gonna have a problem." Maybe Ryan had had some advance warning that he was in the bar, and everything had been an act. Actually, in the context of that overheard comment, the posibility that Ryan had been playing him seemed more likely.
Trying to sort things out is making his head hurt, and he heads over to the bar, spending five minutes arguing with...her? it? At any rate, he'd evenutally got what he wanted; black coffee and a sandwich, even if he had to pick out the chunks of tofu.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 09:56 pman_evening_star(OOM: After their first night in the Bar, just about forever-and-a-half ago, Tristran and Yvaine wake up - and participate in their fair share of awkward.)
Yvaine doesn’t want to go back. She can see the door that they came through out of the corner of her eye if she turns her head - waiting like some irritating and entirely unnecessary omen - but she has no true desire to back through it.
She likes it here, the little of it that she’s seen. No one is trying to steal her - other than Tristran that is and really, as revolting as it may be to admit, the moron isn’t entirely intolerable. At least when he’s not being a complete clodpoll or blathering on about love or - well, honestly, he’s tolerable when he isn’t talking at all. Not that it ever seems to stop him.
Their booth isn't too far out of the way that Yvaine will begin to suspect that Tristran is trying to keep her away from people (Though such ideas would be entirely advisable.) but secluded enough to keep the chain tying them together mostly hidden. There is, perhaps, something vaguely resembling a civil conversation. For the moment.
(OOC: Two pups, two muns. *have survived finals - are bouncy and generally welcoming*)
Yvaine doesn’t want to go back. She can see the door that they came through out of the corner of her eye if she turns her head - waiting like some irritating and entirely unnecessary omen - but she has no true desire to back through it.
She likes it here, the little of it that she’s seen. No one is trying to steal her - other than Tristran that is and really, as revolting as it may be to admit, the moron isn’t entirely intolerable. At least when he’s not being a complete clodpoll or blathering on about love or - well, honestly, he’s tolerable when he isn’t talking at all. Not that it ever seems to stop him.
Their booth isn't too far out of the way that Yvaine will begin to suspect that Tristran is trying to keep her away from people (Though such ideas would be entirely advisable.) but secluded enough to keep the chain tying them together mostly hidden. There is, perhaps, something vaguely resembling a civil conversation. For the moment.
(OOC: Two pups, two muns. *have survived finals - are bouncy and generally welcoming*)
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Dec. 19th, 2006 10:02 pmimperfecthero01.livejournal.com[OOM: Heero turns in his resignation.]
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Dec. 19th, 2006 10:29 pmsime-channel.livejournal.comOoM:
Allan K. Chalmers said "The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for."
He failed to suggest phone sex as a way to achieve them.
Allan K. Chalmers said "The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for."
He failed to suggest phone sex as a way to achieve them.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 10:30 pmtibetanmethod"Actually, I ordered -- "
"No, that's not -- "
"See, that's still got -- "
"You know, it's really easy to tell when -- "
"Black."
"Black. As midnight. On a moonless night."
"...that's still got creamer -- "
Dale Cooper is looking deeply sulky. After seven attempts to get a cup of plain black coffee after a long, long day...
Creamer is the work of the devil.
"Listen. You can take your latte, your cappucino, your Americano, your macchiato, con leche, au lait, iced, Irish, and any other adulterated forms of God's own drink, and you can toss them by the side of the road to rot. I don't know how I can make myself any more clear. Black. Coffee. Coffee that has been brewed, not Greek or Turkish style, preferably arabica, dark roasted, not percolated with a fish, poured into a cup and then left untouched."
"...creamer."
Five bucks says Milliways has never heard a sigh this put-upon. Ever.
"No, that's not -- "
"See, that's still got -- "
"You know, it's really easy to tell when -- "
"Black."
"Black. As midnight. On a moonless night."
"...that's still got creamer -- "
Dale Cooper is looking deeply sulky. After seven attempts to get a cup of plain black coffee after a long, long day...
Creamer is the work of the devil.
"Listen. You can take your latte, your cappucino, your Americano, your macchiato, con leche, au lait, iced, Irish, and any other adulterated forms of God's own drink, and you can toss them by the side of the road to rot. I don't know how I can make myself any more clear. Black. Coffee. Coffee that has been brewed, not Greek or Turkish style, preferably arabica, dark roasted, not percolated with a fish, poured into a cup and then left untouched."
"...creamer."
Five bucks says Milliways has never heard a sigh this put-upon. Ever.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 10:55 pmsime-channel.livejournal.comOoM:
“Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.” ~ Tryon Edwards
They're not here, having left too fast to be caught. A note, however, is.
“Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.” ~ Tryon Edwards
They're not here, having left too fast to be caught. A note, however, is.
Laini,
It worked.
Love,
Suz
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Dec. 19th, 2006 10:56 pmdragonofgrey.livejournal.comDraco's toward the back. Wearing a suit with his pale blond hair slicked back.
No, not yupped, he normally dresses like this. A bit tense and upset due to some notes receieved. And having to demand something as simple as tea, and a lamb dish is not his idea of a fun time either.
No, not yupped, he normally dresses like this. A bit tense and upset due to some notes receieved. And having to demand something as simple as tea, and a lamb dish is not his idea of a fun time either.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 10:58 pmoutta-a-chair.livejournal.comThere are many doors at Misselthwaite Manor.
There is not just one that leads to Milliways.
This is likely why there is a boy entering with a book under his arm and settling on a couch after blinking for a moment.
It is not the kitchen, but he can get a milkshake here.
Colin does not feel that winter is a reason not to enjoy a milkshake.
There is not just one that leads to Milliways.
This is likely why there is a boy entering with a book under his arm and settling on a couch after blinking for a moment.
It is not the kitchen, but he can get a milkshake here.
Colin does not feel that winter is a reason not to enjoy a milkshake.
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Dec. 19th, 2006 11:12 pmsimon_doctorThe front door of Milliways opens, and in come Dr. and Mrs. Tam.
It's been a rough couple of weeks, but what with one thing and another, it's gotten much better over the past day or two.
Simon is hoping that'll make the upcoming conversation easier. Hopefully upcoming, at any rate -- he looks around the bar, trying for a glimpse of the person they've come here to meet.
After a moment he catches sight of him at a table, and the two head over.
It's been a rough couple of weeks, but what with one thing and another, it's gotten much better over the past day or two.
Simon is hoping that'll make the upcoming conversation easier. Hopefully upcoming, at any rate -- he looks around the bar, trying for a glimpse of the person they've come here to meet.
After a moment he catches sight of him at a table, and the two head over.
