Feb. 19th, 2007
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Feb. 19th, 2007 07:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
futures_of_ashIt was quiet on the lake, only the shifting and cracking of the ice echoing across the frozen expanse. Yes, quiet, if one discounted the occasional shaking breath, or the deep, lingering groans of the ice as things deep, deep below shifted.
Rachel...loved the lake, and missed the lapping waves...but this was almost good. Almost as soothing, yes, just laying, hair spread across the ice like blood as she stared at the sky. She listened to the stars, she watched the sun rise, and occasionally she lifted her hand to trace vague shapes in the air...
...and every time her fingers touched ice once more, sheer force grounded through the frozen waters. Water could not dance and splash when held in the depth of winter...but it could try.
Rachel...loved the lake, and missed the lapping waves...but this was almost good. Almost as soothing, yes, just laying, hair spread across the ice like blood as she stared at the sky. She listened to the stars, she watched the sun rise, and occasionally she lifted her hand to trace vague shapes in the air...
...and every time her fingers touched ice once more, sheer force grounded through the frozen waters. Water could not dance and splash when held in the depth of winter...but it could try.
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Feb. 19th, 2007 07:32 ampoisonwine(Millitimed to sometime in the afternoon)
Belle is in bar. She is wearing a very ornate and very skimpy outfit, that has more colors than a small box of crayons. She is also very tired looking.
However, she's playing pool. Or attempting. For some reason, the 2 ball never goes in. She's even tried picking it up and setting it in the pocket.
So one tired, annoyed assassin, waiting for a friend. Poke away while she waits.
Belle is in bar. She is wearing a very ornate and very skimpy outfit, that has more colors than a small box of crayons. She is also very tired looking.
However, she's playing pool. Or attempting. For some reason, the 2 ball never goes in. She's even tried picking it up and setting it in the pocket.
So one tired, annoyed assassin, waiting for a friend. Poke away while she waits.
Enter the Man-Gerbil.
Feb. 19th, 2007 09:44 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
rt-5478.livejournal.comThere's a certain pattern to people's reactions upon entering Milliways for the first time. First, of course, there's the shocked stare as one realizes that this is not the place one expected to be entering. Then, there is a period of confusion and consternation as one tries to determine the nature of the place. Depending on one's temperament and prior situation, this confusion develops into intrigue, anger, panic, or some combination of the three.
The tall black man who just walked in displays a reaction which is... considerably less common. After staring blankly at the room for a moment, he lets out a long-suffering sigh and facepalms.
"Now what?"
Arthur Meriono, aka Artie the Gerbil, aka Specimen RT-5478... welcome to Milliways.
The tall black man who just walked in displays a reaction which is... considerably less common. After staring blankly at the room for a moment, he lets out a long-suffering sigh and facepalms.
"Now what?"
Arthur Meriono, aka Artie the Gerbil, aka Specimen RT-5478... welcome to Milliways.
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Feb. 19th, 2007 09:57 amoh-wowee.livejournal.comIt was always after practice that Toki decided he could handle going to the bar.
Because in the bar, he didn't feel like telling his bandmates about the bar.
Because in the bar, his buddies didn't pick on him.
Because? Well, it was just like a miniature vacation for his brain.
He slid into a booth with a model plane that he was working on assembling, all the little fiddly-bits in a Most Brutally Awesome tupperware container, and the rest on top of a newspaper. He had his magnifying light along with as well, and started working on assembling the jet.
He had several of the same model, and usually just decided to see how far they'd fly out a window once he was done. It kept him amused, kept the yardwolves on their guard for falling model airplanes, and often gave roadies something to clean up.
But hey, go for it, pester Toki. Just... do it quietly or he might end up glued to the wall again.
Because in the bar, he didn't feel like telling his bandmates about the bar.
Because in the bar, his buddies didn't pick on him.
Because? Well, it was just like a miniature vacation for his brain.
He slid into a booth with a model plane that he was working on assembling, all the little fiddly-bits in a Most Brutally Awesome tupperware container, and the rest on top of a newspaper. He had his magnifying light along with as well, and started working on assembling the jet.
He had several of the same model, and usually just decided to see how far they'd fly out a window once he was done. It kept him amused, kept the yardwolves on their guard for falling model airplanes, and often gave roadies something to clean up.
But hey, go for it, pester Toki. Just... do it quietly or he might end up glued to the wall again.
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Feb. 19th, 2007 10:05 amregrowingpains.livejournal.comThat man. He...he...
This was getting dangerous. Jackie, poor Jackie, all because Claire hadn't stepped up and said otherwise.
And then Peter, thank god.
And now?
Home, safe and sound, in her own room.
Except not her room, Milliways. Which is almost as good. Cause it gives her something to drink, and a corner booth to sit down in, and start crying. No matter how much she doesn't want to.
This was getting dangerous. Jackie, poor Jackie, all because Claire hadn't stepped up and said otherwise.
And then Peter, thank god.
And now?
Home, safe and sound, in her own room.
Except not her room, Milliways. Which is almost as good. Cause it gives her something to drink, and a corner booth to sit down in, and start crying. No matter how much she doesn't want to.
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Feb. 19th, 2007 10:09 ammisterbunny.livejournal.comSo, outside, there had been some snowmen, right? Some pretty basic snowmen, nothing spectacular, three balls and some rough facial definition.
A couple of those snowmen are now puddles.
FWOOSH!
There goes another one.
Bunny in nomex with a flamethrower.
Probably best not to ask, but you can come join in, if you want.
A couple of those snowmen are now puddles.
FWOOSH!
There goes another one.
Bunny in nomex with a flamethrower.
Probably best not to ask, but you can come join in, if you want.
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Feb. 19th, 2007 10:14 amwinterladym.livejournal.comOutside it is winter, and Maeve revels in it.She dances in it, she runs in it, she swims in the lake, and over all, she enjoys herself. Soon enough, the winter will be gone, and she'll have to deal with summer again.
And that puts a cramp in her fun.
She enters through the back door, a smile still on her perfect features, her dreadlocked hair tinkling with ice. Today she's gone for the leather pants, fur trimmed boots, and a t-shirt that says 'Your boyfriend wants me'.
As she enters, winter enters with her, a chill wind that surrounds her, causing frost to form on surfaces, liquids to freeze in thier glasses, and generally make people shiver.
She is in a mood.
And that puts a cramp in her fun.
She enters through the back door, a smile still on her perfect features, her dreadlocked hair tinkling with ice. Today she's gone for the leather pants, fur trimmed boots, and a t-shirt that says 'Your boyfriend wants me'.
As she enters, winter enters with her, a chill wind that surrounds her, causing frost to form on surfaces, liquids to freeze in thier glasses, and generally make people shiver.
She is in a mood.
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Feb. 19th, 2007 10:27 amtookfoolery.livejournal.comPippin blinks as the door swings open. Merry has gone back to Brandy Hall and he is alone today, which is why he pauses in the door a moment. He glances over his shoulder, appearing uncertain. Looks at the bar.
He grins from ear to ear.
The hobbit makes his way through the bar, dodging Big Folk as he goes. With a little effort, he manages to climb onto a stool that is too tall for him. He tells the Bar gleefully, "Mushrooms, please!"
A plate of said mushrooms appears.
Pippin sets to demolishing his second breakfast with a will.
[As a side note, mun will be here until 2:30 EST. Beyond that, will have to slowtime for a few days. Gone! Will pick up slowtimes Wednesday or Thursday!]
He grins from ear to ear.
The hobbit makes his way through the bar, dodging Big Folk as he goes. With a little effort, he manages to climb onto a stool that is too tall for him. He tells the Bar gleefully, "Mushrooms, please!"
A plate of said mushrooms appears.
Pippin sets to demolishing his second breakfast with a will.
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Feb. 19th, 2007 10:28 amhttp://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/Jack of the Frost in in the bar, curled up in a booth with his feet on the seat, his chin on his knees, and cup of water in his hands.
He looks rather spaced out, in a pleasant, drowsy sort of way. Nice morning.
He looks rather spaced out, in a pleasant, drowsy sort of way. Nice morning.
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Feb. 19th, 2007 11:05 amhcliffhuxtable.livejournal.comCliff enters the Bar, and turns to yell at someone on the other side of the door. "Don't you even..."
A snowball he has to duck stops the end of the sentence. He shuts the door quickly, laughing. The icon notwithstanding, he has on a winter coat and hat that are liberally dusted with snow. There's a shovel in his hand that he'd neglected to put down when he entered, through the front door of his house this time.
A snowball he has to duck stops the end of the sentence. He shuts the door quickly, laughing. The icon notwithstanding, he has on a winter coat and hat that are liberally dusted with snow. There's a shovel in his hand that he'd neglected to put down when he entered, through the front door of his house this time.
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Feb. 19th, 2007 11:52 amnita_callahanMilliways is a good place to work -- no one mind if you sit around nursing a pot of tea for hours, and as long as no one gets horribly injured or attacks the bar, you can find an out-of-the-way booth and focus.
Which is just what Nita intends to do. Her manual is open on the table, and a delicate spell diagram is floating in the air over the book. At the moment, she's sitting back, gazing at it over her tea, eyes distant. She looks like she's listening to someone.
Which is just what Nita intends to do. Her manual is open on the table, and a delicate spell diagram is floating in the air over the book. At the moment, she's sitting back, gazing at it over her tea, eyes distant. She looks like she's listening to someone.
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Feb. 19th, 2007 12:08 pmsosectu-rior.livejournal.comIlyana flinches slightly when she discovers herself in Milliways, this time. She lets the door close. It's still there when she looks back, and she doesn't allow herself to do it again.
She finds a chair near the fireplace and curls up in it, with trin tea, staring at the flames as if hoping to see something there.
She finds a chair near the fireplace and curls up in it, with trin tea, staring at the flames as if hoping to see something there.
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Feb. 19th, 2007 01:23 pmbard-elan.livejournal.comThere's been a lot of chaos recently in Elan's life. What with the crazy paladin murdering the old guy with the cat and being enlisted to help stop the invading army led by an evil lich, things have been hectic.
But Elan's been told that time doesn't pass in Milliways, so he can spend however long he wants here just relaxing for a bit.
So now Elan's sitting at a table, attempting to see which of the top ten pop songs can be arranged on lute. He's doing a decent job of "It's Not a Scene, It's an Arms Race", surprisingly enough. The lyrics seemed to match the way the world had been going. He has a tendency to replace the "damns" with "darns", admittedly.
But Elan's been told that time doesn't pass in Milliways, so he can spend however long he wants here just relaxing for a bit.
So now Elan's sitting at a table, attempting to see which of the top ten pop songs can be arranged on lute. He's doing a decent job of "It's Not a Scene, It's an Arms Race", surprisingly enough. The lyrics seemed to match the way the world had been going. He has a tendency to replace the "damns" with "darns", admittedly.
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Feb. 19th, 2007 01:50 pmcaptain-falafel.livejournal.comSayid's not been in the Bar for a while. He's been back on Craphole Island, attempting to wring some sense out of Locke.
He's given up on this, which is why he's now just sitting in a booth with tea and a book.
Canon, as of late, hasn't been kicking him around as much as it usually likes to. Ever the pessimist, Sayid's convinced that it's just the calm before the storm.
Come chat with the sulky Iraqi.
He's given up on this, which is why he's now just sitting in a booth with tea and a book.
Canon, as of late, hasn't been kicking him around as much as it usually likes to. Ever the pessimist, Sayid's convinced that it's just the calm before the storm.
Come chat with the sulky Iraqi.
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Feb. 19th, 2007 02:17 pmnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comAce is at a table, with what appears to be the scrap pile from some misbegotten electronics store.
Add to that a couple spools of electrical wire.
And a soldering gun.
It is, eventually, going to be a trans-temporal squid-finder. This is like a fish-finder, just... utterly not.
That, or it is going to be something Ace is going to take out back and blow up.
Either way, Ace wins.
Add to that a couple spools of electrical wire.
And a soldering gun.
It is, eventually, going to be a trans-temporal squid-finder. This is like a fish-finder, just... utterly not.
That, or it is going to be something Ace is going to take out back and blow up.
Either way, Ace wins.
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Feb. 19th, 2007 02:33 pmkein_tannenbaumThere's only so long before you need to take a break from studying the intricacies of shape change, and Filif's run out of bright magazines to flick through.
So there's a large evergreen tree in front of the bar, reading the book that the Bar had provided when he asked for something 'interesting'--The Botany of Desire: A Plant's-Eye View of the World. Occasionally one of the higher fronds reach up to adjust the Yankees baseball cap.
[OOC:Quite open, but please ping at TLvop before tagging as I can only handle a few threads (I'm tagging slowtimes) I need to take a nap and study, but I'll be back later. Thanks!]
So there's a large evergreen tree in front of the bar, reading the book that the Bar had provided when he asked for something 'interesting'--The Botany of Desire: A Plant's-Eye View of the World. Occasionally one of the higher fronds reach up to adjust the Yankees baseball cap.
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Feb. 19th, 2007 02:37 pmsamael-diablo.livejournal.comLucifer is sitting on a table looking quite absorbed in his cup of coffee. His manner is slightly more intimidating than usual, possibly to repel anyone who may be tempted to even think the word 'grandchildren' in his general direction.
Hey Milliways - nice ass!
Feb. 19th, 2007 02:40 pmiam-america.livejournal.comStephen's first reaction was to be admirably impressed by the obvious care that had been taken in extending and renovating up this restroom. He had long complained about the facilities in this building, and all to no avail, so it was gratifying to see his demands had at last been carried through. And not only in terms of space, no: The men's room had received a complete and very creative makeover, having been dressed up to reflect the inside of a bar, obviously in some clever attempt to engage patrons and make them feel at home as they relieved themselves.
The attention to detail was amazing. The bar atmosphere had been captured perfectly, right down to the tables, chairs, alcohol and bathroom attendants charmingly dressed up as staff. Some patrons, mellowed by the relaxed atmosphere of the restroom, had even paused on their way out to have a drink or a meal. What a brilliant idea!
The pundit was just scanning the walls in search of the urinals when he made a truly shocking discovery: The door through which he'd arrived had vanished!
In vain he searched, scrabbling against the bare space of wall that had previously held a door, but it was gone, gone! Desperately, he pushed past the other patrons, seeking an exit, a sign, anything--! Alas, his toe caught on a shoe that had been left carelessly lying around on somebody's foot and he was sent sprawling. He landed on his hands and knees right in front of the End of the Universe.
Slowly, Stephen looked up.
Naturally, he did what any reasonable man in his situation would do. He screamed like a little girl.
The attention to detail was amazing. The bar atmosphere had been captured perfectly, right down to the tables, chairs, alcohol and bathroom attendants charmingly dressed up as staff. Some patrons, mellowed by the relaxed atmosphere of the restroom, had even paused on their way out to have a drink or a meal. What a brilliant idea!
The pundit was just scanning the walls in search of the urinals when he made a truly shocking discovery: The door through which he'd arrived had vanished!
In vain he searched, scrabbling against the bare space of wall that had previously held a door, but it was gone, gone! Desperately, he pushed past the other patrons, seeking an exit, a sign, anything--! Alas, his toe caught on a shoe that had been left carelessly lying around on somebody's foot and he was sent sprawling. He landed on his hands and knees right in front of the End of the Universe.
Slowly, Stephen looked up.
Naturally, he did what any reasonable man in his situation would do. He screamed like a little girl.
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Feb. 19th, 2007 03:38 pmworks-in-space.livejournal.comThe Bar, Kirk was finding, could offer refuge. Today, it offered refuge from news from Earth via Ambassador Sarek that the Klingons were openly calling for his head, and had dispatched a former warlord and high council member to Federation headquarters as their war envoy. If a man was measured by his enemies, there surely Kirk was a man of note. But this didn't help his cause at all.
A cup of coffee and a dose of Earth-normal oxygen were just what the doctor ordered (figuratively - McCoy usually prescibed something stronger).
A cup of coffee and a dose of Earth-normal oxygen were just what the doctor ordered (figuratively - McCoy usually prescibed something stronger).
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Feb. 19th, 2007 03:47 pmprinceinexileZuko -- no, Li -- did not change into his 'comfort clothing' from Wells' earth; no, he simply cleaned up his robes a little, and returned in his green and gold. He was now making a list! A list of things; like guns and ammo, his jeweler's kit, the things he has...
..that ought really, apparently, be given to other people.
Some things are already scratched out -- Dream's Chrysanthemum has already been passed on to his uncle, in secret. (And who deserves it more then Uncle Mushi, really? Nobody, says Li.) The dogs are with Wells, and he will take good care of them. The Turtleducks were released, and seem to be fine...
Yup. That just means a few more things.
So there he sits, with a bland, spiceless Earth Kingdom dinner, very boring tea, and a smile.
..that ought really, apparently, be given to other people.
Some things are already scratched out -- Dream's Chrysanthemum has already been passed on to his uncle, in secret. (And who deserves it more then Uncle Mushi, really? Nobody, says Li.) The dogs are with Wells, and he will take good care of them. The Turtleducks were released, and seem to be fine...
Yup. That just means a few more things.
So there he sits, with a bland, spiceless Earth Kingdom dinner, very boring tea, and a smile.
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Feb. 19th, 2007 03:48 pmgone_byebyeIt was fairly quiet in New York City over the long weekend, at least from a spectral point of view, so Ray's thinking maybe it'll be all right to just duck out for a while and relax at Milliways. Mostly because he knows an oncoming storm when he smells one. Something is looking to bite him on the butt, and this is the universe's preparation for that eventuality.
Or possibly not, but honestly, in his line of work you start anthropomorphizing things like mad if you're not careful. And any excuse to relax and dink around with your Holtzmann effect generators is a good excuse. So- Ghostbuster in the Bar, with gadgetry all over his table, and a big glass of the Green Stuff to enjoy it with.
Or possibly not, but honestly, in his line of work you start anthropomorphizing things like mad if you're not careful. And any excuse to relax and dink around with your Holtzmann effect generators is a good excuse. So- Ghostbuster in the Bar, with gadgetry all over his table, and a big glass of the Green Stuff to enjoy it with.
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Feb. 19th, 2007 04:16 pmdead-comrade.livejournal.comKrauser's in the bar. He got here about five minutes ago. And he's taken a seat with a glass of beer. The beer is largely ignored; he's staring at the wall where the door should be. He's leaning forward a little, intent and patient, something like a cat watching a mousehole.
Besides that, he looks a little like something's bothering him. And considering the way he keeps glancing up whenever someone moves nearby, he's feeling wired.
But he isn't going to bite.
Besides that, he looks a little like something's bothering him. And considering the way he keeps glancing up whenever someone moves nearby, he's feeling wired.
But he isn't going to bite.
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Feb. 19th, 2007 06:19 pmpoisonwine(OoMs: Merlin and Belle spend a couple days together. First day there's a parade and food Second is the next morning and a visit to Mattie (Warnings for sex in the beginning))
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Feb. 19th, 2007 06:31 pmalwaysroomforhopeSteph and Katara are having fun.
They've got someone in mind for their next piece of Art.
Could it be you?
Katara's munmight go to bed soon is sleepin'. Steph's mun and her l33t icon skillz will be here all night!
They've got someone in mind for their next piece of Art.
Could it be you?
Katara's mun
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Feb. 19th, 2007 06:52 pmmilkbonesoldier.livejournal.com[OOM: Telephones are a wonderful, wonderful thing. Part the First: Under-secretary Ingram gets a warning, and passes it on to More Appropriate Authorities.
Part the Second: New Jersey just isn't a good place to be a Federal inspector. Of ANYTHING.
And Part the Third: Private industry speaks, and Government listens. . . ]
Harry Wells walks through the door, looking far too cheerful to be up to anything good. The man's practically whistling, despite the size of the black case toted in one hand and the lumpy backpack slung over his shoulders. He sets them both down as he heads to the Bar for a beer, of course, but still.
Somebody somewhere is probably in for a very bad night.
Part the Second: New Jersey just isn't a good place to be a Federal inspector. Of ANYTHING.
And Part the Third: Private industry speaks, and Government listens. . . ]
Harry Wells walks through the door, looking far too cheerful to be up to anything good. The man's practically whistling, despite the size of the black case toted in one hand and the lumpy backpack slung over his shoulders. He sets them both down as he heads to the Bar for a beer, of course, but still.
Somebody somewhere is probably in for a very bad night.
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Feb. 19th, 2007 06:55 pmguppy_sandhuMixed feelings.
Getting called back again when it was supposed to be his day off was a bit annoying to say the least. As was the fact that he couldn't get back for a few days. But he figures there'll still be time for world hopping when he can get himself organised.
He sits and watches the fire for a while, thinking. It's great that he's not going to lose his job. But he knows he's going to miss Harry.
Interruptions welcome.
Getting called back again when it was supposed to be his day off was a bit annoying to say the least. As was the fact that he couldn't get back for a few days. But he figures there'll still be time for world hopping when he can get himself organised.
He sits and watches the fire for a while, thinking. It's great that he's not going to lose his job. But he knows he's going to miss Harry.
Interruptions welcome.
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Feb. 19th, 2007 06:56 pmwhinyslicer.livejournal.comCastin's just got his own datapad today, having left the Earth laptop and all the various cables up in his room.
He's slouching in one of the armchairs by the fire (no sense worrying about posture when you're dead -- not that he ever did anyway), vaguely playing a puzzle game but mostly staring out at the ending universe. A half-empty cup of caf sits on the table in front of him, forgotten and cold.
He's a little bit out of it, today.
He's slouching in one of the armchairs by the fire (no sense worrying about posture when you're dead -- not that he ever did anyway), vaguely playing a puzzle game but mostly staring out at the ending universe. A half-empty cup of caf sits on the table in front of him, forgotten and cold.
He's a little bit out of it, today.
...it starts
Feb. 19th, 2007 07:58 pmwellthrownstone.livejournal.com[A Message from Mallorea]
Garion walks into the bar, a sheaf of papers in his hand. Unlike most of the times he'd done so, where the paper had been carried like irritating baggage, his eyes are glued to the page with the sort of urgency rarely found in the Rivan King. He sits at the bar, dropping onto the stool with a growl.
"Ale. Now."
It actually takes him a second to add-
"Please."
He needs something to take the edge off, though nothing hard enough to cloud his mind. No, that wouldn't do.
"Gods help me..."
Garion walks into the bar, a sheaf of papers in his hand. Unlike most of the times he'd done so, where the paper had been carried like irritating baggage, his eyes are glued to the page with the sort of urgency rarely found in the Rivan King. He sits at the bar, dropping onto the stool with a growl.
"Ale. Now."
It actually takes him a second to add-
"Please."
He needs something to take the edge off, though nothing hard enough to cloud his mind. No, that wouldn't do.
"Gods help me..."
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Feb. 19th, 2007 08:15 pmevryinchbut1.livejournal.comValerie's pulling her hair back as she comes downstairs and slips behind the Bar to write her name up.
Your server is: Valerie
Tying her apron on, she heads out among the tables. Waitress on duty; feel free to flag her down.
Tying her apron on, she heads out among the tables. Waitress on duty; feel free to flag her down.
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Feb. 19th, 2007 08:22 pmi-hate-brownies.livejournal.comWith little penchant for fanfare or announcements, the dynamic diminutive duo climb their handy rope to the top of the bar, a heated discussion taking place.
"You can not allow water to touch beer. It ruins it!"
"Then how do they keep the glasses clean?"
Rool climbs up over the edge of the bar, and sits down, a contemplative look on his face.
"They use fresh beer to keep them clean."
Franjean, pulling himself up and over the edge, frowns at Rool.
"That would only get the clean beer dirty!"
On goes the discussion as the two walk down the bar, dodging the occasional plate or glass as they hunt for the bartender.
"You can not allow water to touch beer. It ruins it!"
"Then how do they keep the glasses clean?"
Rool climbs up over the edge of the bar, and sits down, a contemplative look on his face.
"They use fresh beer to keep them clean."
Franjean, pulling himself up and over the edge, frowns at Rool.
"That would only get the clean beer dirty!"
On goes the discussion as the two walk down the bar, dodging the occasional plate or glass as they hunt for the bartender.
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Feb. 19th, 2007 08:30 pmblueeyedjohnny.livejournal.comOkay, he tried taking out the stitches on his leg with a dagger. Didn't work well, not anywhere near thin enough.
So after thinking about it for a few days, Johnny is now trying to take them out with nail scissors. With varying degress of success.
It may be easier not to do it to himself.
So after thinking about it for a few days, Johnny is now trying to take them out with nail scissors. With varying degress of success.
It may be easier not to do it to himself.
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Feb. 19th, 2007 08:45 pmflame-and-void.livejournal.comDown the stairs he comes, into the common room of the bar, and straight to the bar he goes, passing a bewildered looking fellow as he does. Sitting down, he eyes the surly looking fellow, and reserves making any comment that he'd been about to.
He flags down the bartender with his left hand, then winces, lowering the stump and using his right instead.
He flags down the bartender with his left hand, then winces, lowering the stump and using his right instead.
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Feb. 19th, 2007 10:15 pmmr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.comHe walks in with a bewildered look on his face. He had been intending to Just go home. Sit back read his mail. He just had to stop in the storage room to refill his kit.
Instead of the storage room, He ends up walking straight in to the bar. He wasn't expecting this. being only the second time he ended up here in stead of where he was going. He looks around shocked.
Unsure what to do he walks to the bar looking around for some one to get a drink from. He's not sure about the bar just giving drinks. OR how sterile waitrats are.
Instead of the storage room, He ends up walking straight in to the bar. He wasn't expecting this. being only the second time he ended up here in stead of where he was going. He looks around shocked.
Unsure what to do he walks to the bar looking around for some one to get a drink from. He's not sure about the bar just giving drinks. OR how sterile waitrats are.
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Feb. 19th, 2007 11:50 pmaction-antihero.livejournal.com[OOM: July 4, 2012 - Bombs Bursting in Air. A pattern starts to form. Warnings for violence.]
