Feb. 17th, 2007
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pwyll_twiceborn[OOM: After Paul and the others go through to Fionavar, at the same time that Kim is summoning the Warrior (with all the attendant complexities), a field trip is made to a certain tavern.
Which shortly includes an extremely uninvited guest.]
Which shortly includes an extremely uninvited guest.]
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Feb. 17th, 2007 12:52 amlady_moonMoon is in the bar, reclining on a sofa with two wolves flopped in front of her on the floor. She plays with Mare's ears, annoying the brown-grey wolf until he huffs and hides his face under Mons' belly.
She's feeling muddled tonight, in anticipation of the new moon tomorrow.
After Mare stops her fun, she resumes reading the book that had been open, face down, on her hip. A few quiet moments pass, then she giggles.
And the giggling doesn't stop.
For anyone looking, the title and author are clearly visible: Kafka's Metamorphosis.
She's feeling muddled tonight, in anticipation of the new moon tomorrow.
After Mare stops her fun, she resumes reading the book that had been open, face down, on her hip. A few quiet moments pass, then she giggles.
And the giggling doesn't stop.
For anyone looking, the title and author are clearly visible: Kafka's Metamorphosis.
Entrance Post
Feb. 17th, 2007 01:37 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
x-marks-the.livejournal.comIt would be reasonable to expect a new arrival to be surprised or confused. Perhaps it's a bit unusual that this one does not. He simply gives his new surroundings a thorough and evaluating look, his expression calm and his demeanor unruffled.
He has air of superiority about him, too, as if confident that no matter where he is, he is better than you are on principle.
"Peculiar," he remarks to no one in particular. "And yet fascinating. A world with which I am not acquainted, how very convenient."
And potentially useful, if Xemnas plays his proverbial cards right. He'll behave himself for now, though -- after all, observation is a powerful tool, and it's hard to carry out if you don't look and behave like part of the environment.
He has air of superiority about him, too, as if confident that no matter where he is, he is better than you are on principle.
"Peculiar," he remarks to no one in particular. "And yet fascinating. A world with which I am not acquainted, how very convenient."
And potentially useful, if Xemnas plays his proverbial cards right. He'll behave himself for now, though -- after all, observation is a powerful tool, and it's hard to carry out if you don't look and behave like part of the environment.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 01:55 amkurosakiboy.livejournal.comHe's been busy, he's been tired and sore, and he's been pretty damn cranky. But today? Today is a good day. Today he's managed to sneak away from his training, and he's been in the bar area for quite some time now. Not the bar itself, maybe, but around. At the moment he's sitting in a booth by himself, looking laid back, (now) empty ice-cream bowl set before him, spoon still in his mouth.
He may not have the best manners, but you're welcome to try and make him give a damn about that.
He may not have the best manners, but you're welcome to try and make him give a damn about that.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 02:11 amaj_crawleyTo say that this week has been good might be stretching it a little, but it's certainly been no worse than any other working week. And when it sometimes seems like the ultimate goal of the universe is to top the amount of stress in each successive five-day stretch - well, then that's not so bad at all, really.
And, it might as well be said: even a week later, the effects of a weekend of hot sun and high temperatures will do wonders for a reptilian temperament.
Crowley's lounging near the fire, his shirt-sleeves rolled up, examining the colour of a Musigny red.
He looks relaxed.
And, it might as well be said: even a week later, the effects of a weekend of hot sun and high temperatures will do wonders for a reptilian temperament.
Crowley's lounging near the fire, his shirt-sleeves rolled up, examining the colour of a Musigny red.
He looks relaxed.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 02:46 amlast-king.livejournal.comTirian and Eustace stand in front of the door; both have found and re-donned the mail they were wearing when they arrived, and while both lost their swords in the battle, Tirian has the one made for him here by Gimli.
Tirian doesn't ask again if Eustace is sure about this, simply claps him on the shoulder once more.
"For Narnia?"
Eustace nods, a determined look on his face. "For Narnia."
Taking his hand from Eustace's shoulder to be able to keep hold of his sword hilt, Tirian reaches with his other hand to turn the doorknob and open it.
Through the door, little can be seen--a brief flicker of firelight, perhaps, but all else is darkness and silence. If this is Narnia, and the Calormenes are still out there, they're being very quiet.
They don't know just what they're going back to, but Aslan is always at work, said Edmund, and in his lowest moments, Tirian has never doubted the Lion.
One more brief nod to each other, and they step through the door, toward whatever awaits them.
Tirian doesn't ask again if Eustace is sure about this, simply claps him on the shoulder once more.
"For Narnia?"
Eustace nods, a determined look on his face. "For Narnia."
Taking his hand from Eustace's shoulder to be able to keep hold of his sword hilt, Tirian reaches with his other hand to turn the doorknob and open it.
Through the door, little can be seen--a brief flicker of firelight, perhaps, but all else is darkness and silence. If this is Narnia, and the Calormenes are still out there, they're being very quiet.
They don't know just what they're going back to, but Aslan is always at work, said Edmund, and in his lowest moments, Tirian has never doubted the Lion.
One more brief nod to each other, and they step through the door, toward whatever awaits them.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 03:00 ammop-jockey.livejournal.comLenny stretches before grabbing his cup of coffee and the chalk for the Special's Board.
Lenny Inchpot, Wait Staff. Holler if you need anything!
Looking around, he takes a moment to ponder, and then writes again.
Seriously, folks. Anything. Food, Drink, Somebody to talk to.
That done, he takes to his morning routine of wandering about watching for potential customers.
[ooc: OMG I'm so sorry you guys- I will pick up in the morning when this heaacch eis gome.]
Lenny Inchpot, Wait Staff. Holler if you need anything!
Looking around, he takes a moment to ponder, and then writes again.
Seriously, folks. Anything. Food, Drink, Somebody to talk to.
That done, he takes to his morning routine of wandering about watching for potential customers.
[ooc: OMG I'm so sorry you guys- I will pick up in the morning when this heaacch eis gome.]
Tri-pup post!
Feb. 17th, 2007 09:13 amslightlymonkish.livejournal.comSo three guys don't have to walk into a bar because they're already there, but anyway:
One guy, clearly a cop due to the look of his uniform, is lounging in a booth with breakfast, book opened next to his plate. He hums every so often as he takes a bite, apparently thinking very hard about something. This fellow goes by the name of Monk.
One of the other guys, dressed in all black, is stretched out across a chair near the fire, asleep. Every so often his legs twitch and he mutters something incoherent - or Russian, perhaps - and he'll make a petting motion with his hand. This is Krycek, who misses his kitten veryverymuch.
And the last guy, dressed in a blue button-down shirt and jeans (he's only starting to get used to the feel of denim) is seated at a table with a newspaper in front of him. Every so often he taptaptaps the tip of a pen restlessly against the table as he attempts to figure out the crossword. It's a damn shame Nick Carraway isn't at all familiar with modern culture!
So, anyway, three guys. Inna bar. Yep.
One guy, clearly a cop due to the look of his uniform, is lounging in a booth with breakfast, book opened next to his plate. He hums every so often as he takes a bite, apparently thinking very hard about something. This fellow goes by the name of Monk.
One of the other guys, dressed in all black, is stretched out across a chair near the fire, asleep. Every so often his legs twitch and he mutters something incoherent - or Russian, perhaps - and he'll make a petting motion with his hand. This is Krycek, who misses his kitten veryverymuch.
And the last guy, dressed in a blue button-down shirt and jeans (he's only starting to get used to the feel of denim) is seated at a table with a newspaper in front of him. Every so often he taptaptaps the tip of a pen restlessly against the table as he attempts to figure out the crossword. It's a damn shame Nick Carraway isn't at all familiar with modern culture!
So, anyway, three guys. Inna bar. Yep.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 09:49 amdidntseeit.livejournal.comIt is a normal day. Normal day at work, normal knock-off time, normal coming down the stairs, normal ordering coffee, normal scanning of the bar-proper. Window, tables, people and chairs.
And a door. She takes in a deep breath at the sight of it. It's just a plain, ordinary door but she's never seen it before. That doesn't, however, mean that she doesn't know what it is.
The front door. Her way back to Mexico and Culiacan, where she could-
save my life kill sands
stand and shoot
and save papa but i could not i could i could he made daddy stop
i love him
i don't want to and it's
blood
f
o
r
blood
The door vanishes and, slowly, she lets out her breath again. Still slowly, she sits down and clenches her shaking hands in her lap. If anyone should ask what's wrong, well. For someone who can't lie, she can do it very, very well.
And a door. She takes in a deep breath at the sight of it. It's just a plain, ordinary door but she's never seen it before. That doesn't, however, mean that she doesn't know what it is.
The front door. Her way back to Mexico and Culiacan, where she could-
save my life kill sands
stand and shoot
and save papa but i could not i could i could he made daddy stop
i love him
i don't want to and it's
f
o
r
blood
The door vanishes and, slowly, she lets out her breath again. Still slowly, she sits down and clenches her shaking hands in her lap. If anyone should ask what's wrong, well. For someone who can't lie, she can do it very, very well.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 10:19 amoh-wowee.livejournal.comGuitarist inna bar.
He was up on stage, setting up for tonight's performance, having brought his favorite guitar and pedals from home, as well as Skwisgaar's. He was working on setting up things so they wouldn't get in each other's way. The stage was large enough but he was used to larger. Epic sized stages were more his thing, but then again small venue, small stage, small performance. He hadn't had to set up on his own for many years so he was rusty at doing it.
Anyone is allowed to pester him, but he might ask questions about electricals and lighting and stuff. Be warned. Hey, maybe you can request a song? He's always up to trying new things.
He was up on stage, setting up for tonight's performance, having brought his favorite guitar and pedals from home, as well as Skwisgaar's. He was working on setting up things so they wouldn't get in each other's way. The stage was large enough but he was used to larger. Epic sized stages were more his thing, but then again small venue, small stage, small performance. He hadn't had to set up on his own for many years so he was rusty at doing it.
Anyone is allowed to pester him, but he might ask questions about electricals and lighting and stuff. Be warned. Hey, maybe you can request a song? He's always up to trying new things.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 10:55 amtall-dark-and.livejournal.comRiku approachs the bar, looking frustrated and annoyed. He drops a few torn pieces of paper on her, and leans heavily on the wood for a moment.
"Direct these notes to where they've gotta go, please?" he asks. "It's really important."
The notes disappear, and after a moment, a big chocolate cookie appears on the bar's surface. Riku blinks, and then laughs.
"Thanks," he says, and pats her surface before walking off with the offered treat. It won't make him any less harried, but there's something to be said about chocolate.
( Notes for Sora, Kairi, Namine, Mickey Mouse, and Axel )
---
All are signed with his name at the bottom.
"Direct these notes to where they've gotta go, please?" he asks. "It's really important."
The notes disappear, and after a moment, a big chocolate cookie appears on the bar's surface. Riku blinks, and then laughs.
"Thanks," he says, and pats her surface before walking off with the offered treat. It won't make him any less harried, but there's something to be said about chocolate.
( Notes for Sora, Kairi, Namine, Mickey Mouse, and Axel )---
All are signed with his name at the bottom.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 02:02 pmfighter--pilot.livejournal.comSee, normally, if Shalla were gone for a long period of time, she'd want to see her friends right away. (Or grab food. Or Whyren's. Or go swimming, which would be a rather bad choice, considering the time of year.)
But she's passed out on the couch. Looking vaguely wet, with horribly wrinkled clothes.
(She's probably bouncy if you sit on her.)
But she's passed out on the couch. Looking vaguely wet, with horribly wrinkled clothes.
(She's probably bouncy if you sit on her.)
the-h-star-r.livejournal.comAnd Homestar's back in the A&W.
Judging from his smile, Vamlumtime's Day went well with Marzipan.
"The Bar, a frosty glass of melonade, if you please."
Time to kick back and enjoy the sweet taste of victory chased with melonade.
He can't really share the victory part, but he can share the melonade.
Judging from his smile, Vamlumtime's Day went well with Marzipan.
"The Bar, a frosty glass of melonade, if you please."
Time to kick back and enjoy the sweet taste of victory chased with melonade.
He can't really share the victory part, but he can share the melonade.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 03:29 pmnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comThis is Ace.
Ace has been having a very difficult couple of weeks.
Yes, weeks. This is the beauty of time travel.
She's had entirely too many people give her blank stares to the question 'Have you seen a friendly, really big squid?', and has run into entirely too many crisises, all on complete accident.
Thus, she is chilling in front of the fireplace, with her cocoa, and her notebook, making notes.
(ooc:I've got to run off to dinner, be back... maybe in an hour or so? Back! Tag away!)
Ace has been having a very difficult couple of weeks.
Yes, weeks. This is the beauty of time travel.
She's had entirely too many people give her blank stares to the question 'Have you seen a friendly, really big squid?', and has run into entirely too many crisises, all on complete accident.
Thus, she is chilling in front of the fireplace, with her cocoa, and her notebook, making notes.
(ooc:
First Entry--sorta.
Feb. 17th, 2007 03:37 pmrebel-jaffa.livejournal.comEven though it happens, it's not meant to.
Teal'c turns around slowly, and archs an eyebrow in suspicion when there's no stargate behind him. He doesn't say much--until he realizes the rest of SG-1 hasn't accompanied him to this location.
"Major Carter?"
Pause.
"Daniel Jackson?"
Another pause.
"Colonel O'Neill?"
Someone care to stop him before he calls off EVERYONE he knows in roll-style fashion?
[OOC:New mun, AU Teal'c. If you've seen him before, don't hesitate to say hi--if not, come'n get him!]
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Feb. 17th, 2007 04:06 pmguppy_sandhuThe mun is in danger of getting some work done, so
Guppy is sitting by the infirmary, getting his paperwork done before he swans off to other worlds for a bit.
The doctor is in
---
Shufti and Jack are near the trilobite tank. The mum is trying to keep the little boy quiet, since Jack has decided to show everyone what a good and loud sheep noise he can make. She however has a cold and has nearly lost her voice, so isn't succeeding.
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Johnny Private is in one corner, trying to remove his own stitches with a small dagger. Probably not the best idea in the world.
Guppy is sitting by the infirmary, getting his paperwork done before he swans off to other worlds for a bit.
The doctor is in
---
Shufti and Jack are near the trilobite tank. The mum is trying to keep the little boy quiet, since Jack has decided to show everyone what a good and loud sheep noise he can make. She however has a cold and has nearly lost her voice, so isn't succeeding.
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Johnny Private is in one corner, trying to remove his own stitches with a small dagger. Probably not the best idea in the world.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 04:47 pmnight-hibiscus.livejournal.comNobody, but nobody, is getting through the Operation Mi'ihen Checkpoint. Not even summoners, as that stuck-up Dona had informed them.
But it's good to have friends in high places, and it's possible that Yuna will treasure forever in a small dark corner of her soul the look on Dona's face when Maester Seymour personally escorted Yuna and her Guardians through the gates.
Having found Milliways behind the barracks door, Yuna's now sitting on the corner of a couch with a cup of tea beside her, manipulating a faintly glowing blue sphere. She's reflecting on other happy memories of the past.
...yes, awkward segue. Shush.
But it's good to have friends in high places, and it's possible that Yuna will treasure forever in a small dark corner of her soul the look on Dona's face when Maester Seymour personally escorted Yuna and her Guardians through the gates.
Having found Milliways behind the barracks door, Yuna's now sitting on the corner of a couch with a cup of tea beside her, manipulating a faintly glowing blue sphere. She's reflecting on other happy memories of the past.
...yes, awkward segue. Shush.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 05:50 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/This time, Jack enters on his own wearing his base uniform, and it's his office that Milliways has apparently replaced. His first instinct is to spin round and check the door is still there; satisfied, he continues to the Bar, whistling and side-stepping any rodents along the way.
He still doesn't quite get how this works, but he watches the counter for a second before saying clearly, "Guinness, please."
It takes a while -- alternate universe or not, zatting Bar will never endear you to her -- but eventually Jack and his beer are happily acquainted.
He may or may not be looking for anyone he recognises as he drinks.
He still doesn't quite get how this works, but he watches the counter for a second before saying clearly, "Guinness, please."
It takes a while -- alternate universe or not, zatting Bar will never endear you to her -- but eventually Jack and his beer are happily acquainted.
He may or may not be looking for anyone he recognises as he drinks.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 06:03 pmdats-dildoes.livejournal.comSome time after his companion's having set everything up, Skwisgaar appeared in the bar.
If by 'appeared' we mean 'walked through the door'
After that? Well, he sprawled himself out in a booth, setting down the paintbox of stage makeup he'd brought -just in case Toki wanted to go all out with this- and ordered a drink from a passing waitrat.
If by 'appeared' we mean 'walked through the door'
After that? Well, he sprawled himself out in a booth, setting down the paintbox of stage makeup he'd brought -just in case Toki wanted to go all out with this- and ordered a drink from a passing waitrat.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 07:43 pmtwiceahero.livejournal.comBabs still hasn't gone home, but she has caught a couple of naps in her chair. She's still running mostly on caffeine.
Of course she's also found out that Bar can provide more than food. She's now got computer hardware strewn out all over the table in front of her and she's tinkering. And muttering under her breath.
Every couple of minutes she flips the whole assembly on and a wrap-around holographic display flickers to life and then dies. These things are always so sensitive. She could use some help, or even a distraction for a bit. Just don't steal her coffee.
Of course she's also found out that Bar can provide more than food. She's now got computer hardware strewn out all over the table in front of her and she's tinkering. And muttering under her breath.
Every couple of minutes she flips the whole assembly on and a wrap-around holographic display flickers to life and then dies. These things are always so sensitive. She could use some help, or even a distraction for a bit. Just don't steal her coffee.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 07:54 pmblaising-sun.livejournal.comTrue to her word, Sunshine has brought with her not just a bag, but a large white bakery box; she approaches the Bar with a crooked grin and sets it down. "Suppose you'll know what to do with this," she murmurs, and the box disappears.
A moment later, a new section appears on the specials board:
Baked Goods by Sunshine
Cinnamon Rolls
Lemon Lechery
Butter Bombs
Oatmeal Applesauce Allspice Muffins
Killer Zebras
Pear Gingerbread
Quantities Limited.
Satisfied, Sunshine slides onto a stool and looks expectantly at Bar.
"I could really go for some pie, please," she says.
A slice appears: strawberry rhubarb, warm, with cinnamon ice cream on top.
The baker grins, casts a professional eye at the dessert before her, and picks up the accompanying fork.
A moment later, a new section appears on the specials board:
Baked Goods by Sunshine
Cinnamon Rolls
Lemon Lechery
Butter Bombs
Oatmeal Applesauce Allspice Muffins
Killer Zebras
Pear Gingerbread
Quantities Limited.
Satisfied, Sunshine slides onto a stool and looks expectantly at Bar.
"I could really go for some pie, please," she says.
A slice appears: strawberry rhubarb, warm, with cinnamon ice cream on top.
The baker grins, casts a professional eye at the dessert before her, and picks up the accompanying fork.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 08:06 pmlady_moonMoon is outside tonight.
The sky is dark, only the stars above, since tonight is the first night of the new moon. She's seated on the bank of the lake, dressed all in black, and staring up at the sky. Mons and Mare are near, alert while their mistress is distracted.
It's a dark night and a dark mood.
The sky is dark, only the stars above, since tonight is the first night of the new moon. She's seated on the bank of the lake, dressed all in black, and staring up at the sky. Mons and Mare are near, alert while their mistress is distracted.
It's a dark night and a dark mood.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 08:27 pmoh-wowee.livejournal.comOne night only performance of two stellar metal guitar players!
Skwisgaar Skwigelf and Toki Wartooth!!
Skwisgaar Skwigelf and Toki Wartooth!!
Toki was doing the slightest refining of things, making sure the lighting was just right before they started to play.
What were they going to play? Here's the list.
Dueling Banjos - ONLY METAL
Concerto of the Four Seasons - Summer
Night on Bald Mountain
Some just plain awesome song
Toccata & Fugue in D Minor
and MORE!
And if you want to request a song, there'll be a waitrat bringing a tray around with scraps of paper and pencils to do that, they'll look through it.
(Bands to listen to to get into the mood: Dragonforce, Children of Bodom, Rhapsody, DETHKLOK, that sorta rubbish.)
What were they going to play? Here's the list.
Dueling Banjos - ONLY METAL
Concerto of the Four Seasons - Summer
Night on Bald Mountain
Some just plain awesome song
Toccata & Fugue in D Minor
and MORE!
And if you want to request a song, there'll be a waitrat bringing a tray around with scraps of paper and pencils to do that, they'll look through it.
(Bands to listen to to get into the mood: Dragonforce, Children of Bodom, Rhapsody, DETHKLOK, that sorta rubbish.)
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Feb. 17th, 2007 08:38 pmcat_wth_panachePuss in Boots is sitting on the bar tonight with a small array of art supplies around him. He is cutting up construction paper into little hearts and then carefully drawing a paw print inside each one.
He's also humming to himself and glancing at the door every once in awhile.
He's also humming to himself and glancing at the door every once in awhile.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 08:42 pmsmallestopenerIngress twirls about as she steps in through the painting. She has on a wildly-patterned skirt with little circular mirrors and sequins, and it looks very cool when one spins about.
She will, of course, stop spinning to chat with anyone who wishes to do so.
She will, of course, stop spinning to chat with anyone who wishes to do so.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 09:00 pmcute_bruiserA millitime far away from Guppy's EP:
Mutant at a table with french fries and usual oversized blackcurrant-and-sparkles milkshake.
Thoughtful expression, minimalist mun.
Not emo, not emo at all...
Botherable.
Mutant at a table with french fries and usual oversized blackcurrant-and-sparkles milkshake.
Thoughtful expression, minimalist mun.
Not emo, not emo at all...
Botherable.
...diseased...
Feb. 17th, 2007 09:31 pmqsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.comDarien walks in.
Darien... looks utterly foul. He's sniffling, his hair is completely undone, and he's shivering every few seconds. He makes his way to the bar, get a bowl of soup and a cup of hot coffee and a comforter and toddles towards the couches and the fire and becomes something more like a
Darien... looks utterly foul. He's sniffling, his hair is completely undone, and he's shivering every few seconds. He makes his way to the bar, get a bowl of soup and a cup of hot coffee and a comforter and toddles towards the couches and the fire and becomes something more like a
lump
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Feb. 17th, 2007 09:42 pmmilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comRegrowing teeth always makes Wells twitchy; no matter how worth it the loss was, the socket itches like hell until the job's finished. Not to mention that it makes him hungry as hell replacing something as complicated as a tooth over the course of several days. It's not his idea of fun at all. Fortunately, he's learned to ignore it- for the most part- as long as he's got sufficient distraction.
Milliways and a good pint? Plenty of distraction. But he could use some more.
Milliways and a good pint? Plenty of distraction. But he could use some more.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 09:49 pmwheelsy_sheriffBill Pardy is in the bar tonight not doing much of anything. He's sitting at a table with a beer and a bowl of peanuts, cracking open the ones and washing them down with the other. He's facing the door this time, casting it occasional glances but trying not to stare.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 09:52 pmwhite_flowersShe has not returned to Milliways since Twelfth Night, oh no. Not since discovering -- or being reminded, rather -- that the ring she wears carries more than an unfulfilled wish crafted into it.
Far more, in fact; as she now knows, the last store of what had once been her own power, the power of the Dark, lies suspended there still, in that small silver circlet-- suspended and waiting.
The possibilities have occupied her thoughts since that night, both waking and sleeping. In the process, the woman once known as Blodwen Rowlands discovers, somewhat to her dismay, that she is uncertain as to how to proceed.
And so tonight she has come back to the bar, in hopes of clearing her thoughts. 'Angie North' settles at a corner table with a cup of tea and a thoughful expression.
Every so often, her hand drifts to the silver ring on its chain, as though reassuring herself that it is still there... or as if drawn to it.
Far more, in fact; as she now knows, the last store of what had once been her own power, the power of the Dark, lies suspended there still, in that small silver circlet-- suspended and waiting.
The possibilities have occupied her thoughts since that night, both waking and sleeping. In the process, the woman once known as Blodwen Rowlands discovers, somewhat to her dismay, that she is uncertain as to how to proceed.
And so tonight she has come back to the bar, in hopes of clearing her thoughts. 'Angie North' settles at a corner table with a cup of tea and a thoughful expression.
Every so often, her hand drifts to the silver ring on its chain, as though reassuring herself that it is still there... or as if drawn to it.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 09:54 pmdragonofgrey.livejournal.comDraco was in the bar again, lounging in a booth seat. This time, he was being smart. The book of poems by Wilde had the cover enchanted to look like a dusty book on advanced potions. Hopefully there would be less questions this time.
Possibly. Still relaxed some, but thinking of some things.
Possibly. Still relaxed some, but thinking of some things.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 10:02 pmcheevy.livejournal.comTonight there is a Miniver by the fire. Quite close to the fire, in fact. He is sprawled out on his stomach with a book and a cup of tea.
The tea is not even spiked!
Shocking.
Come sit on him. Or something.
The tea is not even spiked!
Shocking.
Come sit on him. Or something.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 10:09 pmwaylostandfound.livejournal.comNathan came down the stairs, and glanced across the bar. It was still a wall. Dammit. He needed to get back. His brother is in trouble (AGAIN), and he was still stuck here. He went over to Bar to sit. New York Journal appeared, and an issue of Time and Newsweek from his time and world. Also a book, but this one he actually liked getting. Interesting take on foreign policy. He sat there with a light dinner, and read some of the articles.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 10:10 pmars-piratica.livejournal.comThe door opens and, before the slightly damp person with their hand on the knob can actually step past the threshold, a matted lump of green and red feathers flits through, darting over the heads of the patrons and squawking like mad.
The damp figure by the door lets her hand drop from the knob, one hand resting lightly on the pommel of her sword, and shakes her head, one hand coming up to finger a strand of fox-russet hair at her right temple.
"I don't seem to have cracked my skull again."
She glances up at the parrot, steel-grey eyes bright with what might be amusement.
"Well, Plunqwette-me-girl, where have we managed to find ourselves today?"
There is another squawk from the rafters.
"Pieces of freight. Pieces of plate."
Art Blastside, Captain and pirate, laughs once, loud and brash and fit for the outdoors, then strides deeper into this strange new place.
She's always been on the lookout for adventure, after all--and doubtless her men can take care of themselves for an hour or two. She's sure of it.
The damp figure by the door lets her hand drop from the knob, one hand resting lightly on the pommel of her sword, and shakes her head, one hand coming up to finger a strand of fox-russet hair at her right temple.
"I don't seem to have cracked my skull again."
She glances up at the parrot, steel-grey eyes bright with what might be amusement.
"Well, Plunqwette-me-girl, where have we managed to find ourselves today?"
There is another squawk from the rafters.
"Pieces of freight. Pieces of plate."
Art Blastside, Captain and pirate, laughs once, loud and brash and fit for the outdoors, then strides deeper into this strange new place.
She's always been on the lookout for adventure, after all--and doubtless her men can take care of themselves for an hour or two. She's sure of it.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 10:26 pmgone_byebyeSomewhere, somehow, very far away from here in space and time alike, Peter Venkman is having a great deal of trouble explaining exactly what he needs that quantity of dental floss for, or why there appears to be thread between several of his teeth already.
Ray? He's just happy all the rest of his clothing's been through the wash and survived. So he's gonna kick back and relax at a table near the door in clothing that is neither a) slimy nor b) printed in anything even REMOTELY resembling Aurebesh. Woo!
Ray? He's just happy all the rest of his clothing's been through the wash and survived. So he's gonna kick back and relax at a table near the door in clothing that is neither a) slimy nor b) printed in anything even REMOTELY resembling Aurebesh. Woo!
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Feb. 17th, 2007 10:31 pmkeepitcanine.livejournal.comAudrey's been slowly getting used to the fact that she's stuck in an interdimensional bar until further notice. Though the fact that Bar won't provide her with her normal type of clothes (business casual, generally, but definitely not embroidered jeans and tight t-shirts) isn't helping much.
But she's downstairs, eating Chinese food with chopsticks and watching people.
But she's downstairs, eating Chinese food with chopsticks and watching people.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 11:05 pmcolour_girlIris is sitting at a table, flipping through a very very old manuscript. The pages crinkle with age as she turns them.
Occasionally she leans back to take a sip from the mug sitting on the table behind her. There's no way she's getting anything on this book.
Occasionally she leans back to take a sip from the mug sitting on the table behind her. There's no way she's getting anything on this book.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 11:10 pmnight-hibiscus.livejournal.comWatching old memories on her sphere makes Yuna think about her free ride on a chocobo, for defeating the Chocobo Eater fiend.
And that makes her want to sneak out into the stables and hijack a bird. There's snow on the ground, but not too much--hasn't been so long since the lake party--and the yellow bird is sure-footed.
It's darkening out here--shush, it's millitime--when Yuna turns the chocobo back towards the stables. Bareback riding is a lot more fun when you're sitting on feathers.
And that makes her want to sneak out into the stables and hijack a bird. There's snow on the ground, but not too much--hasn't been so long since the lake party--and the yellow bird is sure-footed.
It's darkening out here--shush, it's millitime--when Yuna turns the chocobo back towards the stables. Bareback riding is a lot more fun when you're sitting on feathers.
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Feb. 17th, 2007 11:22 pmveryvorkosiganCordelia Vorkosigan is sitting at a table, with a vat-protein chef's salad and a thoughtful expression.
From time to time, whatever it is she's thinking about is enough to completely distract her from the salad. Right now, she's been absently holding the same forkful of greenery for at least two minutes.
It's been five days, and the front door still hasn't reappeared.
Until it does, just long enough for a familiar-looking woman to step through. When it closes behind her, it's gone.
After a while, Cordelia heads in the other woman's direction.
From time to time, whatever it is she's thinking about is enough to completely distract her from the salad. Right now, she's been absently holding the same forkful of greenery for at least two minutes.
It's been five days, and the front door still hasn't reappeared.
Until it does, just long enough for a familiar-looking woman to step through. When it closes behind her, it's gone.
After a while, Cordelia heads in the other woman's direction.
