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Feb. 22nd, 2007 12:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladyfirestarterOut of Milliways:
A few days ago, Charlie McGee makes a phone call.
A few days ago, Charlie McGee makes a phone call.
Feb. 22nd, 2007
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Feb. 22nd, 2007 03:23 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
gun-x-sword-otp.livejournal.comThere is a newcomer in the bar.
Whether or not you recognize him as a newcomer is up to you. He's not acting as if he doesn't recognize the place - but he's not acting as if he's endeared to it, either. All he's doing is leaning against the wall by the door, his arms crossed and his foot propped up on the wall in back of him. His eyes are narrowed, and he is glaring at the bar in general.
Brooding? Check. Silence? Check. Bad fashion sense? Check.
Ladies and gentleman, we have one Squall aka Leon in the bar.
[OOC note: Just as Cloud was yesterday, Squall is from Kingdom Hearts canon. Check his profile for more info!]
Whether or not you recognize him as a newcomer is up to you. He's not acting as if he doesn't recognize the place - but he's not acting as if he's endeared to it, either. All he's doing is leaning against the wall by the door, his arms crossed and his foot propped up on the wall in back of him. His eyes are narrowed, and he is glaring at the bar in general.
Brooding? Check. Silence? Check. Bad fashion sense? Check.
Ladies and gentleman, we have one Squall aka Leon in the bar.
[OOC note: Just as Cloud was yesterday, Squall is from Kingdom Hearts canon. Check his profile for more info!]
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Feb. 22nd, 2007 09:06 amslightlymonkish.livejournal.com[ooc: Monk and I are both thrilled. :D Also, because I tend to do this a lot, I've handwaved a few things, including: Monk figuring out how to properly act towards Bar, coming to terms with everything that's going on around him, and getting acquainted enough with the rules and the way things work 'round here to be able to explain things to newcomers. I'm going to say he's been here for something going a month and a half-ish, going on two? Yay for strange time shifts!]
See, the thing about Adrian Monk is that when he gets a job, he completely dedicates himself to it, regardless of how important it may or may not be.
He thinks his job is important. Protecting people is important.
That's why he's in full uniform this morning, strolling about the bar with his brand new shiny Security badge on. (And it will most likely remain shiny for as long as he has it, because he keeps polishing it with his sleeve every few minutes.)
It feels good to have a reason to wear his uniform again.Impressing the ladies can't be a full time job, you know!
He may be looking for his new colleagues. If you're on Security, come say hi!
See, the thing about Adrian Monk is that when he gets a job, he completely dedicates himself to it, regardless of how important it may or may not be.
He thinks his job is important. Protecting people is important.
That's why he's in full uniform this morning, strolling about the bar with his brand new shiny Security badge on. (And it will most likely remain shiny for as long as he has it, because he keeps polishing it with his sleeve every few minutes.)
It feels good to have a reason to wear his uniform again.
He may be looking for his new colleagues. If you're on Security, come say hi!
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Feb. 22nd, 2007 10:17 amalorn-bear.livejournal.comBelar is, by and large, an extremely easygoing God. Oh, he has fits of temper from time to time, but who doesn't? He's on the fourth or fifth decade of his vacation time on Earth now*, and there's no point in harshing his own mellow. That's how he sees it.
Well. How he usually sees it.
He hasn't gone into the infirmary since Garion was brought there. He hasn't even gone inside the Bar since Garion was brought into the infirmary. He's outside, prowling by the lake and flickering between human form and that of several different species of bear without so much as batting an eye or missing his stride.
There may be clouds gathering overhead and snow beginning to fall.
*even if Milliways isn't Earth
Well. How he usually sees it.
He hasn't gone into the infirmary since Garion was brought there. He hasn't even gone inside the Bar since Garion was brought into the infirmary. He's outside, prowling by the lake and flickering between human form and that of several different species of bear without so much as batting an eye or missing his stride.
There may be clouds gathering overhead and snow beginning to fall.
*even if Milliways isn't Earth
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Feb. 22nd, 2007 11:15 amworks-in-space.livejournal.comJim is writing something. Erasing. Writing. It's very easy to write and erase and write when you have a PADD. Getting the words right? That's not so easy.
Maybe Jim won't mind if you interrupt.
[ooc: slowtime likely for work]
Maybe Jim won't mind if you interrupt.
[ooc: slowtime likely for work]
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Feb. 22nd, 2007 11:17 amthe-h-star-r.livejournal.comHomestar has long since recovered from being drunk. He even had time to go to the movies after his hangover. It's too bad he missed Mardi Gras, but he had plenty of fun before.
So Homestar inna A&W, eating a salad. Nothin' fancy, nothin' fancy.
[OOC: Mun doesn't feel too well but is compelled to be online at the same time. She's on a comfy couch & will soon have a nice lunch that will hopefully keep her from falling off of the world. If you experience any tagging delays, that's why.]
So Homestar inna A&W, eating a salad. Nothin' fancy, nothin' fancy.
[OOC: Mun doesn't feel too well but is compelled to be online at the same time. She's on a comfy couch & will soon have a nice lunch that will hopefully keep her from falling off of the world. If you experience any tagging delays, that's why.]
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Feb. 22nd, 2007 12:10 pmunderwater-owl.livejournal.comHello Milliways.
You have acquired a Random, who has acquired a coffee, which has acquired milk and sugar.
Also, a newspaper, written in Portuguese.
You have acquired a Random, who has acquired a coffee, which has acquired milk and sugar.
Also, a newspaper, written in Portuguese.
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Feb. 22nd, 2007 01:35 pmlivewithrats.livejournal.comWhen a man looks as scratched up as Krycek does right now, one would automatically assume that he is not happy.
Au contraire!
The absolutely stupid smile on his face will tell the world otherwise.
He's curled comfortably by the fire, with tea -- yes, tea, not vodka, teaaaa!
Delicious Russian tea.
In Soviet Russia, tea bags you?
Au contraire!
The absolutely stupid smile on his face will tell the world otherwise.
He's curled comfortably by the fire, with tea -- yes, tea, not vodka, teaaaa!
Delicious Russian tea.
In Soviet Russia, tea bags you?
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Feb. 22nd, 2007 02:31 pmfallen-april.livejournal.comAt some point this morning, a little six-year-old sneaks out of the infirmary, where she decided to sleep last night.
She's in the same outfit as yesterday, and her hair could use a good brushing and being pulled back again, but she's cheerfully sitting on a barstool eating chocolate chip pancakes and drinking chocolate milk.
She's only here for one more day, folks, chat with her while you can!
[ooc: Once again, we have Princess Sarah Marilla Lucy Pevensie Blythe, better known to Bar patrons as April Cornwell. She's gonna be leaving sometime tonight, before grown-up April comes back from her trip, so tag before she leaves! Slowtimes are love if you can't thread now and just want a placeholder. ^_^]
She's in the same outfit as yesterday, and her hair could use a good brushing and being pulled back again, but she's cheerfully sitting on a barstool eating chocolate chip pancakes and drinking chocolate milk.
She's only here for one more day, folks, chat with her while you can!
[ooc: Once again, we have Princess Sarah Marilla Lucy Pevensie Blythe, better known to Bar patrons as April Cornwell. She's gonna be leaving sometime tonight, before grown-up April comes back from her trip, so tag before she leaves! Slowtimes are love if you can't thread now and just want a placeholder. ^_^]
No More "Stomach Bug"
Feb. 22nd, 2007 02:53 pmfeminine-menace.livejournal.comShe doesn't remember falling asleep, but maybe she did: seems like a moment ago she had a hangover of Old-Testament-wrath-of-God proportions, and now she just feels a little off, like her brain isn't quite screwed in properly. Guess the stuff that red-haired guy gave her must have worked.
YT's feeling pretty hungry, though. She hasn't eaten since early the previous evening. Unfolding her self from the booth where she was convalescing, she stretches out the kinks in her muscles, then makes a stop in the powder room to freshen up before going to the Bar.
She plops down on one of the stools and raps gently on the bar with her knuckles, as if she were trying to get the attention of an actual bartender. "Grilled cheese sandwich, American on white bread, with slices of tomato. And a garden salad with oil and vinegar, no onions." After a moment's thought, she adds, "Tea would be good too. Hot mint tea, no sugar or milk or anything. Please." She's already picked up on the fact that the Bar is a living (or at least sentient) thing, with Powers She Does Not Wot Of, and it's best to be nice to it.
YT's order appears in front of her. She gratefully sets to, soothing a stomach that has endured a great deal of abuse and discomfort during the past twelve hours.
[OOC: I actually want YT to be properly introduced to Ray and Dr. Donighal, but anyone else is welcome to bother her if they've got a mind to.]
YT's feeling pretty hungry, though. She hasn't eaten since early the previous evening. Unfolding her self from the booth where she was convalescing, she stretches out the kinks in her muscles, then makes a stop in the powder room to freshen up before going to the Bar.
She plops down on one of the stools and raps gently on the bar with her knuckles, as if she were trying to get the attention of an actual bartender. "Grilled cheese sandwich, American on white bread, with slices of tomato. And a garden salad with oil and vinegar, no onions." After a moment's thought, she adds, "Tea would be good too. Hot mint tea, no sugar or milk or anything. Please." She's already picked up on the fact that the Bar is a living (or at least sentient) thing, with Powers She Does Not Wot Of, and it's best to be nice to it.
YT's order appears in front of her. She gratefully sets to, soothing a stomach that has endured a great deal of abuse and discomfort during the past twelve hours.
[OOC: I actually want YT to be properly introduced to Ray and Dr. Donighal, but anyone else is welcome to bother her if they've got a mind to.]
Out of Milliways: Indy and Mike's suite
Feb. 22nd, 2007 04:05 pmhenry-jones-jr.livejournal.com[OOM: Half-naked Thursday.
Moon visits Suite 134 of her own volition, and enjoys some hot and sweaty couch time with Indy. It's not quite as dirty as it sounds, but pretty drinks and banter are just as fun. Also featuring teasing, smooching, confessions and life philosophies.
Millitimed to last Thursday.]
Moon visits Suite 134 of her own volition, and enjoys some hot and sweaty couch time with Indy. It's not quite as dirty as it sounds, but pretty drinks and banter are just as fun. Also featuring teasing, smooching, confessions and life philosophies.
Millitimed to last Thursday.]
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Feb. 22nd, 2007 04:21 pmcommand_dot_com[OOM: Someone prepares... for a little surprise later on. ]
Earlier today Dot asked for some music from the bar, in return she got an MP3 player full of music and secretly...some txt files on a certain subject. She wanted to put on a good show after all.
She had a basket of fried paradoxes which she nibbled on from time to time, and invitation to come and talk if any of her friends, or any new people wanted to go a round of 'talk to the green chick'. The files will be shrunk and put away if certain people or children arrive.
Earlier today Dot asked for some music from the bar, in return she got an MP3 player full of music and secretly...some txt files on a certain subject. She wanted to put on a good show after all.
She had a basket of fried paradoxes which she nibbled on from time to time, and invitation to come and talk if any of her friends, or any new people wanted to go a round of 'talk to the green chick'. The files will be shrunk and put away if certain people or children arrive.
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Feb. 22nd, 2007 05:09 pmtokilltherose.livejournal.com(OOM: It's starting to get really weird.)
Steve walked into the bar. Usually, he was all right with walking into the bar, but this time, he wasn't sure if he felt relieved or even more worried.
The fact that he could actually hear things now...
Steve shook his head. He couldn't hear things here. Surely, he couldn't. After all, he'd never heard things here, besides those... whispers...
No. He wouldn't think about that. He sat down at the bar and ordered a hard lemonade. He was in the mood to slightly lose his mind.
Steve walked into the bar. Usually, he was all right with walking into the bar, but this time, he wasn't sure if he felt relieved or even more worried.
The fact that he could actually hear things now...
Steve shook his head. He couldn't hear things here. Surely, he couldn't. After all, he'd never heard things here, besides those... whispers...
No. He wouldn't think about that. He sat down at the bar and ordered a hard lemonade. He was in the mood to slightly lose his mind.
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Feb. 22nd, 2007 05:45 pmmendanddefend_archiveMardi Gras was two days ago. Yet Bob is still in his Hendrix costume.
Why? Because he likes it. Duh.
He's over in the corner, playing something that sounds like a bunch of random notes, but upon lengthy inspection will prove to be a psychedelic version of "O Canada."
Why? Because he likes it. Duh.
He's over in the corner, playing something that sounds like a bunch of random notes, but upon lengthy inspection will prove to be a psychedelic version of "O Canada."
Life Support
Feb. 22nd, 2007 05:45 pmwhychoosefear.livejournal.comPaul and Ali walk in together, chatting quietly about various things happening in the city and with Today For You.
A few moments pass before they are joined by Collins, who seems bemused. More than usual.
The sign is up, refreshments are provided.
Life Support is ready to begin.
[ooc: Everyone is welcome to come to Life Support! Complain about canonical or Milliways happenings, complain about backstory, or, hell, complain about the way the fourth waitrat never gets the gin and tonic mix right. Come one, come all.]
[ooc mark two: Mun shall be AFK at 8:00pm CST for CSI. Will return after that.]
[ooc mark three: I ask that all threads be slowtimed or fade because I am exhausted and overwhelmed by how awesome you guys are. *heart*]
A few moments pass before they are joined by Collins, who seems bemused. More than usual.
The sign is up, refreshments are provided.
Life Support is ready to begin.
[ooc: Everyone is welcome to come to Life Support! Complain about canonical or Milliways happenings, complain about backstory, or, hell, complain about the way the fourth waitrat never gets the gin and tonic mix right. Come one, come all.]
[ooc mark two: Mun shall be AFK at 8:00pm CST for CSI. Will return after that.]
[ooc mark three: I ask that all threads be slowtimed or fade because I am exhausted and overwhelmed by how awesome you guys are. *heart*]
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Feb. 22nd, 2007 06:44 pmabar-starclog.livejournal.comCarl's been around the bar lately. Really.
It's just that he finally got around to asking Bar for a computer. There are definite perks to someone with money coming out their ears covering your tab. And, well, if you give a boy genius a laptop at least ten years before he should be able to get his hands on one...
It's not quite as bad as giving a pig a pancake. For one thing, there's no syrup involved. But it does mean Carl's been around, but scarce.
He's downstairs tonight, with relatively splatter-free dinner and a laptop that's probably bulky by the standards of most patrons with experience with them. But he's still marveling over the fact that it's portable. And fast, and lots of other bright and shiny adjectives.
It's just that he finally got around to asking Bar for a computer. There are definite perks to someone with money coming out their ears covering your tab. And, well, if you give a boy genius a laptop at least ten years before he should be able to get his hands on one...
It's not quite as bad as giving a pig a pancake. For one thing, there's no syrup involved. But it does mean Carl's been around, but scarce.
He's downstairs tonight, with relatively splatter-free dinner and a laptop that's probably bulky by the standards of most patrons with experience with them. But he's still marveling over the fact that it's portable. And fast, and lots of other bright and shiny adjectives.
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Feb. 22nd, 2007 08:42 pmwyrd-fox.livejournal.comYou know, there's a problem with doing things you know you'll regret in the morning. It's that morning. Always. Comes.
Therefore, it's not surprising that Foxtrot has taken 'til well after sundown to get out of bed and get breakfast.
What is surprising is that he's feeling so crummy that he's forgotten to use a little, strategic illusion to conceal the evidence of last night's misadventures. As a result, his bruises, bumps and scrapes (as well as a spectacular black eye) are on display as he sips some very strong coffee and pokes at a plate of scrambled eggs.
Someone want to tell him he looks like shit?
Therefore, it's not surprising that Foxtrot has taken 'til well after sundown to get out of bed and get breakfast.
What is surprising is that he's feeling so crummy that he's forgotten to use a little, strategic illusion to conceal the evidence of last night's misadventures. As a result, his bruises, bumps and scrapes (as well as a spectacular black eye) are on display as he sips some very strong coffee and pokes at a plate of scrambled eggs.
Someone want to tell him he looks like shit?
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Feb. 22nd, 2007 08:50 pmangela-edmunds.livejournal.comThere's only so long even the most cheerful teenage girl can keep up a positive attitude about being trapped in a bar at the end of the Universe.
She's paced around her room, done exercises, kata, tai-chi and has tried and tried to be productive in writing, but nothing's coming from her pen and she's just annoyed.
And depressed.
So there's Angela, sitting at a booth with a book she's not reading, slumped over the table, just staring off into space.
She's come to the end of her rope, and now she just wants to go home.
She's paced around her room, done exercises, kata, tai-chi and has tried and tried to be productive in writing, but nothing's coming from her pen and she's just annoyed.
And depressed.
So there's Angela, sitting at a booth with a book she's not reading, slumped over the table, just staring off into space.
She's come to the end of her rope, and now she just wants to go home.
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Feb. 22nd, 2007 09:56 pmguppy_sandhuIt's been busy in Holby, with everything from a threatened early birth ('Can't I just cross my legs doc?') to the usual kids messing with medication ('An epipen is not a toy').Salbutamol for the first. Second only a temporary measure whilst shock is treated.
Guppy's currently sitting near the fire looking up unusual fertilisers from his latest patient (? Nicotine OD).Tachicardia, hypertension, adrenaline is physiological antagonist
Entirely botherable.
Guppy's currently sitting near the fire looking up unusual fertilisers from his latest patient (? Nicotine OD).Tachicardia, hypertension, adrenaline is physiological antagonist
Entirely botherable.
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Feb. 22nd, 2007 10:20 pmcheevy.livejournal.comHere is a Miniver. He's out of the infirmary, but one might say... not exactly looking spectacular.
He's sprawling more or less in a booth. Possibly he ended up here stopping to rest on his way to his room and forgot to move again. Or something.
There's a little enchanted model dragon skulking around the table and apparently trying to boil the glass of water a rat deposited on the table at some point, which is being ignored in favor of a book, which Miniver is sometimes reading, and sometimes staring off into space distractedly.
Come say hi to the recovering alcoholic.
He's sprawling more or less in a booth. Possibly he ended up here stopping to rest on his way to his room and forgot to move again. Or something.
There's a little enchanted model dragon skulking around the table and apparently trying to boil the glass of water a rat deposited on the table at some point, which is being ignored in favor of a book, which Miniver is sometimes reading, and sometimes staring off into space distractedly.
Come say hi to the recovering alcoholic.
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Feb. 22nd, 2007 10:23 pmwhiteabsolution.livejournal.comSmall petite strawberry blonde sitting at the edge of the bar, a cold lemonade in her hands and a book in front of her. She's more than happy to be bothered.
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Feb. 22nd, 2007 10:39 pmgoinghost.livejournal.comAt some point, a note was left at the bar for Enzo:
Enzo,
I've decided not to join in the panty raid becauseI've used my powers to sneak into the girl's locker room at school probably more times than is actually healthy it'd be too easy and kind of unfair to have somebody on your side who can get anywhere. It'd take all the the fun out of it. However, I'm sending a friend who's very interested and would definitely be able to help you guys out.
Just keep an eye out for a red beret.
~Danny
Enzo,
I've decided not to join in the panty raid because
Just keep an eye out for a red beret.
~Danny
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Feb. 22nd, 2007 11:26 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_chappy_/[OOM: Earlier today, Ryan received a newspaper telling him about what's happening outside. Another day, another attack, needless to say the news isn't good.]
