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Jan. 14th, 2007 12:09 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
call-me-shane.livejournal.com(OOM: Shane dreams like everyone else. He doesn't talk much about that, either.)
Jan. 14th, 2007
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Jan. 14th, 2007 12:18 amhcliffhuxtable.livejournal.comCliff is in the Bar, having dusted his table and chair liberally with the alleged Angst Repellent. (It smells like fresh oranges and cinnamon, for anyone who's interested.) He's been reading an old comic book. Batman. It'd turned up with his dinner. So had a pair of mittens and a coat. They're warm, and, he has to concede, comfortable when he'd tried them on.
As he's got no immediate plans to try to ski, they're on the seat beside him.
Dinner is salad, pizza, cold beer or soda, and there's enough to share.
Feel free to come on over. He's not going anywhere for a while.
(last post for a while. Cliff's Bound. He'll be on the premises, but not posting probably til next month. *waves*)
As he's got no immediate plans to try to ski, they're on the seat beside him.
Dinner is salad, pizza, cold beer or soda, and there's enough to share.
Feel free to come on over. He's not going anywhere for a while.
(last post for a while. Cliff's Bound. He'll be on the premises, but not posting probably til next month. *waves*)
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Jan. 14th, 2007 12:57 amtalkback.livejournal.com"5, 4, 3, 2, 1."
And Chase glances up expectantly at the door. He's got Old Lace crouched by his feet, and the Staff of One over his shoulder. He's ready to get out of here. It's been a month, he's done his time, he's ready to go back and finish himself.
And nothing happens.
See, what Chase doesn't know is that the current storyline he's in just doesn't allow for a back and forth this issue, so the mun is keeping him bound.
And Chase is beginning to look peeved.
And Chase glances up expectantly at the door. He's got Old Lace crouched by his feet, and the Staff of One over his shoulder. He's ready to get out of here. It's been a month, he's done his time, he's ready to go back and finish himself.
And nothing happens.
See, what Chase doesn't know is that the current storyline he's in just doesn't allow for a back and forth this issue, so the mun is keeping him bound.
And Chase is beginning to look peeved.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 03:04 amcheevy.livejournal.com[OOM: A room with a view - Miniver moves in. Rated AI for Angst: Introspective.]
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Jan. 14th, 2007 03:10 ammop-jockey.livejournal.comThree days a week (Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday), morning shifts, 6 am to noon.
How Lenny landed this sweet of a gig, only the forces behind the pup know.
This morning is a little different: Lenny doesn't go outside, merely gets up, showers, then heads downstairs. He grabs a quick bite of toast, holding a slice in his mouth while he leans one palm on the Specials' Menu and writes (with very neon yellow chalk).
Hey Folks, It's me again- Lenny. How's it going?
One might notice the shirt Lenny is wearing has Milliways- Start the Day Off with a Big Bang emblazoned on the front.
Or you might not. Either way, he's around!
How Lenny landed this sweet of a gig, only the forces behind the pup know.
This morning is a little different: Lenny doesn't go outside, merely gets up, showers, then heads downstairs. He grabs a quick bite of toast, holding a slice in his mouth while he leans one palm on the Specials' Menu and writes (with very neon yellow chalk).
Hey Folks, It's me again- Lenny. How's it going?
One might notice the shirt Lenny is wearing has Milliways- Start the Day Off with a Big Bang emblazoned on the front.
Or you might not. Either way, he's around!
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Jan. 14th, 2007 04:04 amorgmemberxiii.livejournal.com"Hey Sora, you want a-"
Roxas stumbles into the bar with his hand outstretched, as if he was reaching for something before he'd ended up here. Which is exactly what he was doing, actually. The soda they keep in the fridge on the gummi ship is pretty good, which is why Roxas wanted one for himself (and Sora, should he accept the offer). Except now it seems he's back in the bar...
Checking to make sure that the door has not vanished, Roxas decides to poke around a bit before he heads back to adventure with Sora, Donald and Goofy.
And it is in the process of this 'poking around' that Roxas notices a bulletin. And then the schedule. And finally the clock.
The look on his face is best described as sheer horror as he races around the bar, attempting to gather whatever he might need in order to begin waiting tables.
"I'M SO FREAKING LATE!!"
Oh, the fun of employment.
Roxas stumbles into the bar with his hand outstretched, as if he was reaching for something before he'd ended up here. Which is exactly what he was doing, actually. The soda they keep in the fridge on the gummi ship is pretty good, which is why Roxas wanted one for himself (and Sora, should he accept the offer). Except now it seems he's back in the bar...
Checking to make sure that the door has not vanished, Roxas decides to poke around a bit before he heads back to adventure with Sora, Donald and Goofy.
And it is in the process of this 'poking around' that Roxas notices a bulletin. And then the schedule. And finally the clock.
The look on his face is best described as sheer horror as he races around the bar, attempting to gather whatever he might need in order to begin waiting tables.
"I'M SO FREAKING LATE!!"
Oh, the fun of employment.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 08:30 amkrisofvaldemar.livejournal.comKris hadn't slept again after...He waited.
The door didn't reappear with any fanfare. He was poking at the remains of a breakfast, when he looked in that direction. He blinked, rubbed at his eyes, looked again. No, it wasn't his imagination playing tricks on him.
He went upstairs to find the few weapons he'd had in his possession; knives, two for throwing and a hold-out dagger that had been a gift from Alberich. The recurve bow he'd fashioned. He set them on Bar's surface.
"If you could...pass these along to someone who'd need them. Sergeant Wells or Makita can have them, if either wants. Else..." he shrugged. "I'll trust your judgment. Thank you." Meaning any number of things by the words.
The weapons vanished.
He made himself turn and walk to the door, without further maundering on his part. It opened, and he went through. The door vanished promptly behind him.
The door didn't reappear with any fanfare. He was poking at the remains of a breakfast, when he looked in that direction. He blinked, rubbed at his eyes, looked again. No, it wasn't his imagination playing tricks on him.
He went upstairs to find the few weapons he'd had in his possession; knives, two for throwing and a hold-out dagger that had been a gift from Alberich. The recurve bow he'd fashioned. He set them on Bar's surface.
"If you could...pass these along to someone who'd need them. Sergeant Wells or Makita can have them, if either wants. Else..." he shrugged. "I'll trust your judgment. Thank you." Meaning any number of things by the words.
The weapons vanished.
He made himself turn and walk to the door, without further maundering on his part. It opened, and he went through. The door vanished promptly behind him.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 09:18 ampirate-gibbs.livejournal.comHe sat in the quiet of the Bar, eating a breakfast of ham and (rum-flavored) tea. He had spend the night in here at the request of his captain, who told him a rather incomprehensible story of some sort - Gibbs couldn't recall the details - that included "keep an eye out on Miss Swann and Mister Turner" and "take a bit extra coin, and enjoy yourself". That last bit he did, which was why he didn't quite remember Jack's words. Run has a way of being an eraser.
So Gibbs slept in here, and is now ready to sepnd what's left of his coin and then see if Jack has done something else to the ship. Be warned that he's a bit grumpy on account of sleeping somewhere so well lit, which isn't fit for a proper sleeping at all.
So Gibbs slept in here, and is now ready to sepnd what's left of his coin and then see if Jack has done something else to the ship. Be warned that he's a bit grumpy on account of sleeping somewhere so well lit, which isn't fit for a proper sleeping at all.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 11:44 amsurgical-intern.livejournal.comIt pays, it really does pay, to get to the hospital a few hours before rounds and go through the cases. Not only does that give you time to look up details that have become fuzzy, but you know which patients are getting the cool surgeries, and it is so much easier to gun for those.
Gastric bypass... eh.
Intestinal resection... ho hum.
Oooooh, triple cardiac bypass. Christina is deep in the inner doings of Mr. Polanski's clogged and atrophying cardiac arteries to notice she is not walking into the back store-room the interns have claimed as their own.
Gastric bypass... eh.
Intestinal resection... ho hum.
Oooooh, triple cardiac bypass. Christina is deep in the inner doings of Mr. Polanski's clogged and atrophying cardiac arteries to notice she is not walking into the back store-room the interns have claimed as their own.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 12:35 pmlissla-lissar.livejournal.comShe has food. There is a fur curing. She has clothing. She has a place.
She and Ash slip into the bar anyway, haunting the area near the lake door so that they can flee if they need to. Can leave if they need to. The white, white woman and the white, white dog simply take in the warmth.
She and Ash slip into the bar anyway, haunting the area near the lake door so that they can flee if they need to. Can leave if they need to. The white, white woman and the white, white dog simply take in the warmth.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 01:52 pmgoodbyesandusky.livejournal.comIt may sound like a small whirlwind full of buttons, but it's not, not really, it's a hyperactive gothboy -who's had coffee- working a borrowed treadle sewing machine.
Skippy, the kangaroo perched on the table, currently in a dressing gown, wanted to be a ballerina today. That meant that Clive had to make a tutu, which was what he was currently doing.
Swan Lake with an all transvestite goth kangaroo cast anyone?
Skippy, the kangaroo perched on the table, currently in a dressing gown, wanted to be a ballerina today. That meant that Clive had to make a tutu, which was what he was currently doing.
Swan Lake with an all transvestite goth kangaroo cast anyone?
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Jan. 14th, 2007 02:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mogget_catYrael is not very impressed with this book he found the other day.
Not even a good pot of tea, a plate of tuna cookies (complete with fish shapes picked out on the top of them with caviar), and lounging very comfortably on the couch can make La Vie Drearieuse an entertaining read, it seems.
Not even a good pot of tea, a plate of tuna cookies (complete with fish shapes picked out on the top of them with caviar), and lounging very comfortably on the couch can make La Vie Drearieuse an entertaining read, it seems.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 02:10 pmnodistresshereIt's cold outside, but Iella thinks that's fine. Living on Coruscant, the city planet, it's nice to see trees glistening with icicles, to walk in the hush. Wrapped up (stylishly) in a warm, long red coat, matching hat, boots, and a white scarf down by the lake, she smiles to see the ice shining here and there on the water, the snow in the rigging of the large old-style sailing vessel, the sites of battles and wars on land clearly marked by where the snow has been scooped up. Humming quietly to herself, watching her breath float on the breeze ahead of her, she settles her hands more firmly in her pockets against the cold, and she walks through the snow.
[Warning for violence in Thyne thread; all others millitimed to before.]
[Warning for violence in Thyne thread; all others millitimed to before.]
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Jan. 14th, 2007 02:17 pmnotjustatoaster.livejournal.comSharon is sitting at the bar looking very annoyed. She has a large whiskey which she is swallowing in huge gulps.
Bother at your own risk
Bother at your own risk
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Jan. 14th, 2007 02:27 pmcheevy.livejournal.comBar was kind enough to give him a change of clothes. It's generic and quite 1960's -- bellbottom jeans and a shirt that looks like it was tossed out of an Army surplus window. And so, having had a shower and given his last $3 to Bar, Miniver is sitting on the floor by the fireplace with a mug of sweetened coffee, fiddling with his room key, waiting for the fire to dry that dead Bichon Frise decomposing on his head his hair while he wonders what the Hell he's going to do with himself now and stews over things Random told him.
He'd love some company.
[ooc: Yes, Miniver's journal name is different. Forgive the mun for being perfectionistic, but this picky Muse has taken almost a year to find his face and LJ name and let me play him right.]
He'd love some company.
[ooc: Yes, Miniver's journal name is different. Forgive the mun for being perfectionistic, but this picky Muse has taken almost a year to find his face and LJ name and let me play him right.]
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Jan. 14th, 2007 02:32 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_pale_ghost_/[Out of Milliways: On the road. At 7:25.]
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Jan. 14th, 2007 03:06 pmabar-starclog.livejournal.comCarl's got a plan now - if he can't find that guy with the camera today or tomorrow, he's just going to head back. Much as he'd rather not deal with Mother freaking out, he'll have to eventually, and there is other stuff in San Francisco that'll require his attention.
Besides, he's going to need to get at his computer soon.
For now, though, he's having a burger and writing down a couple more stray thoughts for the next job back home. And people-watching, since it'd be hard to notice a guy with a camera if he didn't keep an eye out.
Besides, he's going to need to get at his computer soon.
For now, though, he's having a burger and writing down a couple more stray thoughts for the next job back home. And people-watching, since it'd be hard to notice a guy with a camera if he didn't keep an eye out.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 04:57 pmstuck-mynock.livejournal.comAtton looks a little bit shaky, and a little bit lost in thought when he comes down into the bar. There's a pause, just as he reaches the bottom of the stairs, as he looks at the Bar and realises his shift is any minute now.
There's flailing, and rushing upstairs to get a book of cocktails (which he'll vehemently deny needing) and quickly chalks up on the Specials board.
Specials.
Cranberry Newt.
Green Death.
Rain Man.
With that done, Atton gets behind the Bar, grinning.
"'Lo, Milliways. What'll it be?"
There's flailing, and rushing upstairs to get a book of cocktails (which he'll vehemently deny needing) and quickly chalks up on the Specials board.
Cranberry Newt.
Green Death.
Rain Man.
With that done, Atton gets behind the Bar, grinning.
"'Lo, Milliways. What'll it be?"
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Jan. 14th, 2007 05:16 pmmadetomend.livejournal.comSally's sitting at a table with a drink and a patch of knitting. The drink is slimey and thick, the knitting is loudly-colored.
Completely botherable.
Completely botherable.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 05:38 pmwatches-storms.livejournal.comEveryone's used to the bar door opening.
When Tris strides in, it only takes her a moment to realize this isn't her room. Also, the place fair blazes with magic- and she's currently renting a tiny loft atop a cookhouse where they she didn't have so much as a health-charm hanging.
Most certainly not her room.
Looking back to examine the door shows the hallway of the cookhouse: three steps and she exits, shutting the door firmly behind her.
A minute later, the door opens again.
Grey-blue eyes examine the space- a tavern- quizzically. Stepping back into the bar and shutting the door behind her (and then checking the door several times to make sure it will still open and lead her home) Trisana Chandler examines the bar with an expression that's one part inquisitive another part annoyed.
She'd like an explanation, please. In fact, she'll demand it from the first person who catches her eye.
And the glass dragon perched on her shoulder might possibly draw your eye to what would otherwise be a very plain girl. It's chattering. In chime-like tones.
When Tris strides in, it only takes her a moment to realize this isn't her room. Also, the place fair blazes with magic- and she's currently renting a tiny loft atop a cookhouse where they she didn't have so much as a health-charm hanging.
Most certainly not her room.
Looking back to examine the door shows the hallway of the cookhouse: three steps and she exits, shutting the door firmly behind her.
A minute later, the door opens again.
Grey-blue eyes examine the space- a tavern- quizzically. Stepping back into the bar and shutting the door behind her (and then checking the door several times to make sure it will still open and lead her home) Trisana Chandler examines the bar with an expression that's one part inquisitive another part annoyed.
She'd like an explanation, please. In fact, she'll demand it from the first person who catches her eye.
And the glass dragon perched on her shoulder might possibly draw your eye to what would otherwise be a very plain girl. It's chattering. In chime-like tones.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 05:41 pmlord-of-dreams.livejournal.comDream is manifest in the bar, robes elsewhere. Gray shirt, black pants, bare feet. His hands are empty; he has neither tea nor wine. He stands, rather than settling down.
There is a reason he is here, and it is not a bad one. This does not mean that Dream has not had a really, really, really lousy last few weeks.
There is a reason he is here, and it is not a bad one. This does not mean that Dream has not had a really, really, really lousy last few weeks.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 05:43 pmalorn-bear.livejournal.comBelar's been busy out in the mountains. People've been using them, after all, so he really wants to make sure nobody gets hurt and stranded up there. It'd be seriously bad press if they did and nobody went to bring them back in. Now, though, he's in the Bar with his sign up as per usual:
ANSWERING PRAYERS
BACK IN 15 MINUTES
ASK ME ABOUT SKIING, SNOWBOARDING, AND WINTER SPORTS LESSONS
(BUT NOT FIGURE SKATING, I KIND OF SUCK AT THAT)
ANSWERING PRAYERS
BACK IN 15 MINUTES
ASK ME ABOUT SKIING, SNOWBOARDING, AND WINTER SPORTS LESSONS
(BUT NOT FIGURE SKATING, I KIND OF SUCK AT THAT)
Birthday party!
Jan. 14th, 2007 05:50 pmclumsy_aurorToday.
Is a special day.
Today is a day when Nymphadora Tonks is not screaming her head off in agony as she attempts to push a squirming, screeching bowling ball out of her body.
However, it is the first anniversary of that blessed event!
Accordingly, the Tonks-Wrangle family is arrayed around one of the bar tables, festive paper hats on their heads and a nice frosted cake on the table with the words "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANTHONY!" and a green "1" candle on the top. Even Ellie has seen fit to join the party; she's looking up at the table hopefully, ready to catch any stray bits of frosting that should happen her way.
There's no telling how long the cake will remain intact, given the gleam in Anthony's eye.
Is a special day.
Today is a day when Nymphadora Tonks is not screaming her head off in agony as she attempts to push a squirming, screeching bowling ball out of her body.
However, it is the first anniversary of that blessed event!
Accordingly, the Tonks-Wrangle family is arrayed around one of the bar tables, festive paper hats on their heads and a nice frosted cake on the table with the words "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANTHONY!" and a green "1" candle on the top. Even Ellie has seen fit to join the party; she's looking up at the table hopefully, ready to catch any stray bits of frosting that should happen her way.
There's no telling how long the cake will remain intact, given the gleam in Anthony's eye.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 05:58 pmnodistresshereIella doesn't quite storm through the door from the lake and to the Bar. She has better control of herself than that -- though it's a near thing. Her back and shoulders are covered in snow, her scarf and hat askew. One side of her face sports an angry, bright red mark, and the other is already beginning to bruise, dark and ugly.
She wipes a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth with her thumb, and she has a quick word with Bar. Icepack now firmly pressed against the purpling bruise, she looks around, eyes sharp. She's angry, and she's on the hunt for Security.
She wipes a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth with her thumb, and she has a quick word with Bar. Icepack now firmly pressed against the purpling bruise, she looks around, eyes sharp. She's angry, and she's on the hunt for Security.
Sunday Evening Bartending.
Jan. 14th, 2007 06:12 pmbadinlatinMal's been looking forward to his first bartending shift for the past couple of days -- reading up in a drinks guide Bar lent him has given Mal plenty of distraction while on Serenity, when he's felt the need.
He steps behind the bar and swings his coat off from around his shoulders, hanging it up before changing the specials on the blackboard behind him.
Specials of Earth-that-Was
Any drink with a name of a place from Earth-that-Was. For the folk not from Earth, I suggest:
Singapore Sling
Alabama Slammer
Moscow Mule
A wide grin, "Wèi, Milliways."
[ooc: I will be here forever. Tag tag tag, with a side order of threadhopping. :D! Any questions, ping 'stephmuji'.]
He steps behind the bar and swings his coat off from around his shoulders, hanging it up before changing the specials on the blackboard behind him.
Any drink with a name of a place from Earth-that-Was. For the folk not from Earth, I suggest:
Singapore Sling
Alabama Slammer
Moscow Mule
A wide grin, "Wèi, Milliways."
[ooc: I will be here forever. Tag tag tag, with a side order of threadhopping. :D! Any questions, ping 'stephmuji'.]
Waitress on Duty!
Jan. 14th, 2007 07:00 pmagnes_nittAgnes heads downstairs for her evening shift, having decided to skip dinner in favor of reading.
She sees the gentleman behind the bar and gives him a polite nod as she swipes the chalk to write below his specials:
Your server is: Angie
And, yes, that dratted circle over the i is back.
She sees the gentleman behind the bar and gives him a polite nod as she swipes the chalk to write below his specials:
And, yes, that dratted circle over the i is back.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 08:17 pmgone_byebyeToday was a quiet day on the supernatural front in New York City, which meant that Ray was all too available when Detective Chen phoned the firehouse to kvetch at the top of his lungs about being dubbed Spooky Chen by the rest of his precinct. Ray likes the man as much as he's ever liked any police officer, but after about half an hour of ranting he sort of had to get away, which is why he's here. Besides, Who's Who and What's That? arrived in the mail yesterday, and he just managed to steal it out from under Egon's nose.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 08:52 pmbadderthanyouAlas, for the first time in quite some time, the Nibblet gets her very *own* entry post. This is odd indeed, as she's normally somewhere near that tall dark wizard guy.
So, she's sitting at a table enjoying some pizza - complete with anchovies - and a soda.
So, she's sitting at a table enjoying some pizza - complete with anchovies - and a soda.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 08:54 pmkillitwithfireAxel, for once, is smiling (not smirking, not grinning) as he stares into the fire (and occasionally around the room).
This would be because Roxas has basically promised to sit down and have a long talk with him. The talk he isn't so much looking forawrd to, but having Roxas to himself for a while? Yeah.
Of course, unless you happen to be a mind-reader, you'll just see a smiling Axel.
This would be because Roxas has basically promised to sit down and have a long talk with him. The talk he isn't so much looking forawrd to, but having Roxas to himself for a while? Yeah.
Of course, unless you happen to be a mind-reader, you'll just see a smiling Axel.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 09:12 pmcallitavesper.livejournal.com[ Upstairs, in room 007, James and Vesper have a talk. ]
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Jan. 14th, 2007 09:36 pmi-l1k3-m3.livejournal.comThe mun's been having some computer problems, so she hasn't made it in here much lately.
So it's time to have a little fun.
A blue flag comes through the door, followed by a large blue thing that might be a robot or might just be a guy in a spacesuit.
"Guys? Guys, please wait up. I do not know why I always have to carry the flag, or why I am carrying our... flag... even... though... we-"
He seems very, very confused and lost. Not that this is abnormal for him.
Sigh.
"Not again. Oh well. Church! Church, where are you?!"
Yep, Caboose is wandering around sounding potentially religious again.
So it's time to have a little fun.
A blue flag comes through the door, followed by a large blue thing that might be a robot or might just be a guy in a spacesuit.
"Guys? Guys, please wait up. I do not know why I always have to carry the flag, or why I am carrying our... flag... even... though... we-"
He seems very, very confused and lost. Not that this is abnormal for him.
Sigh.
"Not again. Oh well. Church! Church, where are you?!"
Yep, Caboose is wandering around sounding potentially religious again.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 09:39 pmguppy_sandhu[oom: Breaking the elastic. Whitetext abounds, lyrics borrowed from Jim Steinman, warnings for angst and mention of cause of death.]
He was glad to make it through the day. Not just because of the six teenagers that were pretending to be unconscious to get out of PE, and the man who came into accident and emergency with a complaint that he was going bald.
As such, he is sitting near the fire, with a Su Doku that hasn't seen any new numbers for some time. And some noodles, which he's been sort of picking at for a bit.
He'd appreciate distraction.
He was glad to make it through the day. Not just because of the six teenagers that were pretending to be unconscious to get out of PE, and the man who came into accident and emergency with a complaint that he was going bald.
As such, he is sitting near the fire, with a Su Doku that hasn't seen any new numbers for some time. And some noodles, which he's been sort of picking at for a bit.
He'd appreciate distraction.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 09:49 pmargyle_princessHannah Griffith has coffee and a magazine with a few corners turned down to mark pages, and which she's flipping half-heartedly though.
Hannah is dress-shopping. But she'd happily take a break, if a reason presented itself.
Hannah is dress-shopping. But she'd happily take a break, if a reason presented itself.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 10:01 pmsimple-aeronaut.livejournal.comLee's outside, where he usually is. He likes the cold weather, and it suits him.
He's preparing the balloon for another flight.
He's preparing the balloon for another flight.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 10:01 pmigottawrite.livejournal.comMatt is an energetic pacer. He always has been. Pacing is a very absorbing and vital activity for his creative process, not to mention his avoiding process. It's good in many ways besides giving him a reason not to think about Harriet. It burns calories, it keeps him awake, it gives him an excuse go bother Danny, it burns calories...
Sometimes when Matt paces, he doesn't pay attention to his surroundings. And why should he? He's got a ball to toss back and forth (which neither explodes, is an orange, or bears the autograph and/or phone number of Darren Wells), and he might be, to borrow a phrase from another show, in the zone.
Sometimes guys like that just don't look where they're going, or where they've ended up.
Sometimes when Matt paces, he doesn't pay attention to his surroundings. And why should he? He's got a ball to toss back and forth (which neither explodes, is an orange, or bears the autograph and/or phone number of Darren Wells), and he might be, to borrow a phrase from another show, in the zone.
Sometimes guys like that just don't look where they're going, or where they've ended up.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 10:10 pmover_europeThe door only opens every couple of days and, naturally, always when Nix is least expecting it. In this case, that would be while stepping into a doorway to try to escape the rain long enough to get a cigarette lit. So when it opens tonight, even if he doesn't have his rifle immediately at hand, you bet your ass he steps right through. He's stubbly, more than a little wet, and covered in mud, in battered uniform circa 1944, as always.
He takes a seat at the bar and sets his helmet down. He settles himself with an ashtray, a towel to dry at least his face, a bottle of whiskey (which he is carefully refilling his flask with, at the moment), and a lit cigarette hanging out of his mouth, which he'll get back to actively smoking once he has finished the important business at hand.
He takes a seat at the bar and sets his helmet down. He settles himself with an ashtray, a towel to dry at least his face, a bottle of whiskey (which he is carefully refilling his flask with, at the moment), and a lit cigarette hanging out of his mouth, which he'll get back to actively smoking once he has finished the important business at hand.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 10:32 pmamazongeneral.livejournal.comShe's spent time thinking--more than enough time, really, and Amazons don't sulk. Work was, as usual, strenuous and interesting. She's going to go snowboarding on her next time off. She'd like to do something fun done before then, though. So now she's sitting half-on the pool table, consulting the instruction booklet thoughtfully left in the corner pocket as she rolls the 8-ball under her palm.
Make it simple for her! Come tell her pool is actually a dueling game where you spar with the cue sticks?
((OOC: Mun is fading and is for bed soon. Slowtimes will be treated like slow cold runny time until mun can put them in the microwave of awakeness--mun needs sleep.))
Make it simple for her! Come tell her pool is actually a dueling game where you spar with the cue sticks?
((OOC: Mun is fading and is for bed soon. Slowtimes will be treated like slow cold runny time until mun can put them in the microwave of awakeness--mun needs sleep.))
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Jan. 14th, 2007 10:38 pmriver_meimeiIt's some time after Anthony's party has wound down, or at least the public portion of it. Little kids have early bedtimes, even on such an exciting day.
River and Simon stopped by for congratulations, and for cake and ice cream -- there's a small smear of frosting on the hem of her skirt she hasn't quite noticed -- and she's settled down now in a corner of the couch, staring at the flames.
(They're not quite right, these flames; they never are. There are shapes flickering in them, and some of them hurt the eye. These kinds of things happen when Del amuses herself in your bar. River doesn't notice, or she's used to it.)
Her chin rests on her knees, and she's running her fingertips absently over the edge of the couch, the lining of her coat, the worn soles of her boots. Her smiles of earlier have faded again. They do that, these days.
River and Simon stopped by for congratulations, and for cake and ice cream -- there's a small smear of frosting on the hem of her skirt she hasn't quite noticed -- and she's settled down now in a corner of the couch, staring at the flames.
(They're not quite right, these flames; they never are. There are shapes flickering in them, and some of them hurt the eye. These kinds of things happen when Del amuses herself in your bar. River doesn't notice, or she's used to it.)
Her chin rests on her knees, and she's running her fingertips absently over the edge of the couch, the lining of her coat, the worn soles of her boots. Her smiles of earlier have faded again. They do that, these days.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 10:39 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_righthandman_/Chase is in the bar, all alone, forgotten and abandoned, because nobody loves him anymore. Oh, woe!
...can you tell the mun's not too pleased with the 24 writers right now?
Well. Just because he's not in Season Six doesn't mean he can't still chill out inna bar, so he's sprawled in a comfy chair with a beer, oblivious to the fact that he's getting TOTALLY SHAFTED by Joel Surnow.
Ahem.
Bother at will.
...can you tell the mun's not too pleased with the 24 writers right now?
Well. Just because he's not in Season Six doesn't mean he can't still chill out inna bar, so he's sprawled in a comfy chair with a beer, oblivious to the fact that he's getting TOTALLY SHAFTED by Joel Surnow.
Ahem.
Bother at will.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 10:59 pmladyfirestarterLast week, Charlie had a visitor to Taos.
It was shortly after he left that she sat down to write an email she'd been putting off. A short exchange ensued.
She's been thinking about it, over the past few days.
Right now she's thinking about it in one of the big armchairs by the fireplace, with a large mug of raspberry tea as an aid to contemplation.
It was shortly after he left that she sat down to write an email she'd been putting off. A short exchange ensued.
She's been thinking about it, over the past few days.
Right now she's thinking about it in one of the big armchairs by the fireplace, with a large mug of raspberry tea as an aid to contemplation.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 11:08 pmbadinlatin[OOMs: After Moiraine and Mal speak, Mal and Kaylee compare notes while River gets to listen to Mal clear his head.
Now actually unlocked.]
Now actually unlocked.]
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Jan. 14th, 2007 11:22 pmcorsec-jedi.livejournal.com[Following this:]
There's a long-absent Corellian in a corner booth.
He's brooding over Whyren's.
It could be dangerous to talk to him. Unless you're Zekka Thyne, though, it's more likely perfectly safe.
Just... don't ask.
There's a long-absent Corellian in a corner booth.
He's brooding over Whyren's.
It could be dangerous to talk to him. Unless you're Zekka Thyne, though, it's more likely perfectly safe.
Just... don't ask.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 11:27 pmfirst-sixth.livejournal.comElsa is not afraid of Dr. Tommy Oliver. Then again, she's never taken one of his pop quizzes.
His students, on the other hand, took one first thing on Friday morning. Normally Tommy would have had them all graded by this point, but there's one disadvantage to being both a teacher and a Power Ranger - saving the world comes before your day job, and yet you still have to set an example in terms of punctuality.The mun laughs uproariously at the words "Tommy" and "punctuality" being used in the same sentence.
This means getting your work done even at the expense of things like eating and sleeping. Luckily, Tommy has Milliways and its disassociation from ho-hum everyday Time on his side. Also on his side is a Ranger's incredibly high threshold for general weirdness, which means he's adapted to the bar very quickly.
He's currently sitting at a table grading Friday's quizzes, and many in the completed "pile," which is more like a general region of the tabletop than anything organised, are well-marked with ominous red ink. He's also drinking a cup of coffee and having a late dinner, a large plate of deep-fried calamari.
He... would not mind being distracted. One can only read through incorrect and/or poorly written answers for so long without taking a break.
His students, on the other hand, took one first thing on Friday morning. Normally Tommy would have had them all graded by this point, but there's one disadvantage to being both a teacher and a Power Ranger - saving the world comes before your day job, and yet you still have to set an example in terms of punctuality.
This means getting your work done even at the expense of things like eating and sleeping. Luckily, Tommy has Milliways and its disassociation from ho-hum everyday Time on his side. Also on his side is a Ranger's incredibly high threshold for general weirdness, which means he's adapted to the bar very quickly.
He's currently sitting at a table grading Friday's quizzes, and many in the completed "pile," which is more like a general region of the tabletop than anything organised, are well-marked with ominous red ink. He's also drinking a cup of coffee and having a late dinner, a large plate of deep-fried calamari.
He... would not mind being distracted. One can only read through incorrect and/or poorly written answers for so long without taking a break.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 11:32 pmhis-fathers-sin.livejournal.comThey're still walking.
They should call it the Mi'hen Long Road, Tidus personally thinks, because they will never stop walking, it feels like, and Auron seems to think this "sleep" thing is not quite as necessary as Tidus would argue it is.
But the point is: they're still walking, though they've stopped to rest, and it's when they're resting that Tidus gets up to take care of a fiend a ways off and finds the bar behind a boulder.
...He's not arguing with this. Especially not as it lets him get water that's actually cold, with ice, and he never thought that would be a luxury until, well. Spira.
They should call it the Mi'hen Long Road, Tidus personally thinks, because they will never stop walking, it feels like, and Auron seems to think this "sleep" thing is not quite as necessary as Tidus would argue it is.
But the point is: they're still walking, though they've stopped to rest, and it's when they're resting that Tidus gets up to take care of a fiend a ways off and finds the bar behind a boulder.
...He's not arguing with this. Especially not as it lets him get water that's actually cold, with ice, and he never thought that would be a luxury until, well. Spira.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 11:34 pmfugitivehamster.livejournal.comHodges had tried to wear his labcoat down into the bar--if he can't get back to the lab, he can at least take some comfort from wearing the uniform and pretending--but it disappears from around his shoulders as soon as he steps off the stairs.
Sigh.
He slumps into a booth and orders a PGGB. Because hey, sometimes you just need to have your brains smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped around a large gold brick.
Sigh.
He slumps into a booth and orders a PGGB. Because hey, sometimes you just need to have your brains smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped around a large gold brick.
Waiter on Duty
Jan. 14th, 2007 11:45 pmimpulsivekid.livejournal.comBart dashes in the door, tying on his apron as he goes, and snatching a tray at from beside the door on his side.
First night on the job, and he wants to make a really good impression, so he eagerly looks around for someone to help out, as best he can.
First night on the job, and he wants to make a really good impression, so he eagerly looks around for someone to help out, as best he can.
