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stubborn-annie.livejournal.com[OOM: February, 2005. After Annie returns to Yorkshire, she helps Spoon start settling in.]
Feb. 27th, 2007
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Feb. 27th, 2007 12:48 amfallen-april.livejournal.comApril.
(In perriwinkle-grey I met the morning.)
Sketchbook and colored pencils
(In gold I walked the sky through all the day.)
Cocoa.
(By evening there were sapphires adorning)
Kitten.
(Dust my hem had gathered on the way...)
All of these things are on a couch by the fire. Well, the cocoa isn't, it's on the table next to the couch, but as April keeps picking it up to sip at it, it might as well be. She's alternately working passionately on a slowly emerging and beautiful drawing (complete with a rhyme, courtesy of her brother Miniver) and teasing Sontag with the colored pencils.
Botherable.
[ooc: Okay, She's got this post, and I'll probably have an EP tomorrow, and then her posts and tags are going to be few and far between for a couple of months - so tag her while you can!]
(In perriwinkle-grey I met the morning.)
Sketchbook and colored pencils
(In gold I walked the sky through all the day.)
Cocoa.
(By evening there were sapphires adorning)
Kitten.
(Dust my hem had gathered on the way...)
All of these things are on a couch by the fire. Well, the cocoa isn't, it's on the table next to the couch, but as April keeps picking it up to sip at it, it might as well be. She's alternately working passionately on a slowly emerging and beautiful drawing (complete with a rhyme, courtesy of her brother Miniver) and teasing Sontag with the colored pencils.
Botherable.
[ooc: Okay, She's got this post, and I'll probably have an EP tomorrow, and then her posts and tags are going to be few and far between for a couple of months - so tag her while you can!]
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Feb. 27th, 2007 01:35 amgwion-bach.livejournal.com[The time is last Thursday as Milliways reckons it.
Outside Time, it really makes little difference.
Moiraine is introduced.]
Outside Time, it really makes little difference.
Moiraine is introduced.]
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Feb. 27th, 2007 09:41 amalorn-bear.livejournal.comContrary to popular belief, Belar doesn't spend all his time on Earth just dinking around with standard vacation pursuits. He's as capable of getting involved in local affairs as the next god- he just doesn't step over certain lines that would piss off the local deities. The thing is that he's currently really and truly fond of the Pacific Northwest, and that has certain implications when you're the Bear God. There's some fairly unhappy loggers who aren't going to go back to Clayoquot Sound again in their lifetimes. That's assuming they can ever sit down again without wincing.
Possibly this is why Belar looks so pleased with himself as he sits down and puts up the ANSWERING PRAYERS, BACK IN 15 MINUTES sign, but it'd be hard to tell that without up and asking him.
Possibly this is why Belar looks so pleased with himself as he sits down and puts up the ANSWERING PRAYERS, BACK IN 15 MINUTES sign, but it'd be hard to tell that without up and asking him.
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Feb. 27th, 2007 09:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gone_byebyeTo Do Today:
1. Finish compiling references in all currently available NON-DERLETH Mythos volumes for Garion
2. Cross-index references w/relevance to Whateley case, Curwen/Ward case
3. Reread Harker case histories in JAMA historical perspectives issue
4. 90 min. saber practice
5. Holtzmann belt prototype v. small rocks
6. Holtzmann belt prototype v. large rocks
7. Holtzmann belt prototype v. oil-filled super soaker
8. Holtzmann belt prototype v. demon rabbit (direct attack only)
9. Lesson plans for next week for boys
10. Work on bracelet for Romana
Ray loves his caffeine, yes he does. Even if it does mean he's twitchy enough to leave his to-do list out on the table, pinned down by his paperback copy of The Monsters And Their Kinds.
1. Finish compiling references in all currently available NON-DERLETH Mythos volumes for Garion
2. Cross-index references w/relevance to Whateley case, Curwen/Ward case
3. Reread Harker case histories in JAMA historical perspectives issue
4. 90 min. saber practice
5. Holtzmann belt prototype v. small rocks
6. Holtzmann belt prototype v. large rocks
7. Holtzmann belt prototype v. oil-filled super soaker
8. Holtzmann belt prototype v. demon rabbit (direct attack only)
9. Lesson plans for next week for boys
10. Work on bracelet for Romana
Ray loves his caffeine, yes he does. Even if it does mean he's twitchy enough to leave his to-do list out on the table, pinned down by his paperback copy of The Monsters And Their Kinds.
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Feb. 27th, 2007 10:45 amcallitavesper.livejournal.comToday, James has coffee.
Today, he has a magazine.
Today, he's by the fireplace. Armchair, of course, and the coffee's on the small table and the magazine's binding is perched on one of his legs. Nothing different from his usual routine, all in all. Only his moods and his thoughts fluctuate, and both are quite different from yesterday. To all eyes observant and unobservant alike, however, James merely looks as if he's reading a magazine, sipping coffee. Utterly unremarkable, utterly mundane, utterly routine.
Today, he has a magazine.
Today, he's by the fireplace. Armchair, of course, and the coffee's on the small table and the magazine's binding is perched on one of his legs. Nothing different from his usual routine, all in all. Only his moods and his thoughts fluctuate, and both are quite different from yesterday. To all eyes observant and unobservant alike, however, James merely looks as if he's reading a magazine, sipping coffee. Utterly unremarkable, utterly mundane, utterly routine.
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Feb. 27th, 2007 11:10 amdats-dildoes.livejournal.comSkwisgaar had found the place again, not that it was difficult now that he knew what door led there. He'd brought his own guitar this time, and probably on purpose. He smiled, as much as Skwisgaar ever smiled, and padded over to an empty booth, swinging his feet up onto the table, picking something out idly on the strings, probably not even paying attention to the fact that he was playing.
He might be persuaded to borrow and amp from Bar again, maybe. For now though, bored Swedish rockstar in the bar, g'on and poke him or something.
He might be persuaded to borrow and amp from Bar again, maybe. For now though, bored Swedish rockstar in the bar, g'on and poke him or something.
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Feb. 27th, 2007 11:37 amfutures_of_ashRachel was...relaxing. It was a day off for her, and instead of being outside staring at snow, ice, or air molecules...she was inside. In fact, she almost looked comfortable wearing a faded, stretched wife beater and jeans far more hole than cloth. Both too large for her at that. Of course, the shirt left her scarred arms and shoulders bare, but Milliways had seen worse.
More important than the clothing, or the fact that she was curled up in a chair, bare feet tucked under her was...the guitar. Bar had reminded her, and she'd swallowed her nerves enough to come downstairs with her precious instrument.
She wasn't playing, no, she was practicing fingering, the amp safely unplugged.
More important than the clothing, or the fact that she was curled up in a chair, bare feet tucked under her was...the guitar. Bar had reminded her, and she'd swallowed her nerves enough to come downstairs with her precious instrument.
She wasn't playing, no, she was practicing fingering, the amp safely unplugged.
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Feb. 27th, 2007 11:48 amundignifiedSometimes, you just want a chocolate milkshake.
It's not too much to ask for, right? No? Good.
There's a Wes, then, in a booth, leaning against the wall with his feet up on the bench, trying to sip a chocolate milkshake like this without spilling it. A datapad with a half-written -- okay, quarter-written -- mission report sits abandoned on the table.
Milkshakes are more interesting than paperwork.
It's not too much to ask for, right? No? Good.
There's a Wes, then, in a booth, leaning against the wall with his feet up on the bench, trying to sip a chocolate milkshake like this without spilling it. A datapad with a half-written -- okay, quarter-written -- mission report sits abandoned on the table.
Milkshakes are more interesting than paperwork.
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Feb. 27th, 2007 12:00 pmhis-sarah-jane.livejournal.comSometimes changes in scenery are nice. Which is why Sarah Jane opted for a table by the Observation Window today instead of her more usual seat by the fireplace. There's a cup of coffee on the table that's been ignored for the notebook in front of her.
It's been a while since the last time she's really had a chance to sit down and write, and there's a lot Sarah has to get out on paper right now. The adventures with the Daleks and Cybermen, this whole thing with James.
It's a lot.
Which would be why she's spent more time staring at the universe ending than actually writing anything coherent in her journal.
[ooc: warning in the James thread for implied sex and stuff.]
It's been a while since the last time she's really had a chance to sit down and write, and there's a lot Sarah has to get out on paper right now. The adventures with the Daleks and Cybermen, this whole thing with James.
It's a lot.
Which would be why she's spent more time staring at the universe ending than actually writing anything coherent in her journal.
[ooc: warning in the James thread for implied sex and stuff.]
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Feb. 27th, 2007 12:23 pmprincess-midna.livejournal.comA bummed imp floats overhead.
The day before she had talked to Zelda, then a boy named Draco.
For some reason, love kept being brought up. Or it was just on her mind that much.
Damn Link...
So instead, the Princess tries to occupy herself with an odd drink she was introduced to. Hot chocolate, a.k.a. cocoa.
Odd beverage...
The day before she had talked to Zelda, then a boy named Draco.
For some reason, love kept being brought up. Or it was just on her mind that much.
Damn Link...
So instead, the Princess tries to occupy herself with an odd drink she was introduced to. Hot chocolate, a.k.a. cocoa.
Odd beverage...
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Feb. 27th, 2007 12:35 pmhearthethoughts.livejournal.comNothing can ruin Matt Parkman's mood.
And we mean nothing. Which means that when he opens the door and closes it-only to find Milliways, his face brightens.
"....This is brilliant." Matt grins, "Absolutely brilliant. Bar, you're awesome. Thanks for showin' up."
Taking a table, Matt settles in to look for familiar faces. No matter how you might be feelin, how your day might be goin' Matt's giving off fuzzy fluffy vibes.
And we mean nothing. Which means that when he opens the door and closes it-only to find Milliways, his face brightens.
"....This is brilliant." Matt grins, "Absolutely brilliant. Bar, you're awesome. Thanks for showin' up."
Taking a table, Matt settles in to look for familiar faces. No matter how you might be feelin, how your day might be goin' Matt's giving off fuzzy fluffy vibes.
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Feb. 27th, 2007 01:19 pmfaithful-slayer.livejournal.comIt's been longer between visits for Faith than it has for the rest of the bar.
This explains why, when she steps through the doors, she's holding a baby in a carrier slung over one shoulder, her hands occasionally moving to stroke his hair.
That kid has his mother's eyes.
This explains why, when she steps through the doors, she's holding a baby in a carrier slung over one shoulder, her hands occasionally moving to stroke his hair.
That kid has his mother's eyes.
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Feb. 27th, 2007 01:35 pmtalkback.livejournal.com"All right, all right... Salmon shake."
An oddly pink milk shake appears on top of the bar in front of Chase. A grin crosses his face, but he shakes his head.
"Naw, naw, not that, howz about... an alligator sandwich, and make it snappy!"
The milk shake vanishes, to be replaced by a sandwich. When Chase reaches out to it, the top half tries to take a bite at him.
"Okay, deffently not that, how about... All right, I want a burger. Three pounds of beef, five patties of it, uhm, a half pound of bacon, some onion rings on it, barbecue sauce, some ham slices, a deep fried chicken breast, some shrimp, lobster, the real stuff, some tartar sauce, a couple of pickles, the real ones, that crunch, and maybe a couple slices of lettuce. And then deep fry all of it."
The heart attack burger appears. Chase drools. Anyone want a slice?
An oddly pink milk shake appears on top of the bar in front of Chase. A grin crosses his face, but he shakes his head.
"Naw, naw, not that, howz about... an alligator sandwich, and make it snappy!"
The milk shake vanishes, to be replaced by a sandwich. When Chase reaches out to it, the top half tries to take a bite at him.
"Okay, deffently not that, how about... All right, I want a burger. Three pounds of beef, five patties of it, uhm, a half pound of bacon, some onion rings on it, barbecue sauce, some ham slices, a deep fried chicken breast, some shrimp, lobster, the real stuff, some tartar sauce, a couple of pickles, the real ones, that crunch, and maybe a couple slices of lettuce. And then deep fry all of it."
The heart attack burger appears. Chase drools. Anyone want a slice?
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Feb. 27th, 2007 01:45 pmcheevy.livejournal.comToday, Milliways, you get the two for one puppet special. Right here, right now, get 'em while they're hot.
Miniver Cheevy and Harry Potter are seated together at a small table, and despite the peculiarity of their first meeting, appear to be getting on quite well. Harry has a bottle of Dr. Pepper and two books open on the table, and is using his wand to turn their pages (possibly showing off a bit to the mousey little man) while Miniver studies their contents, peering over a mug of pumpkin juice. One is apparently a book on magical creatures. The other contains a lot of maps. Both are very colorful and have almost a look of children's books about them. Whatever they're doing, neither of them seems to be taking it too seriously, as evidenced by their frequent digressions into goofing around or discussing animatedly something that might be philosophy.
They're doing a good job of baffling each other thoroughly. Lessons are interruptible. Both are botherable, together or apart.
[ooc: Tags may be a bit slow at times, as mun is working.]
Miniver Cheevy and Harry Potter are seated together at a small table, and despite the peculiarity of their first meeting, appear to be getting on quite well. Harry has a bottle of Dr. Pepper and two books open on the table, and is using his wand to turn their pages (possibly showing off a bit to the mousey little man) while Miniver studies their contents, peering over a mug of pumpkin juice. One is apparently a book on magical creatures. The other contains a lot of maps. Both are very colorful and have almost a look of children's books about them. Whatever they're doing, neither of them seems to be taking it too seriously, as evidenced by their frequent digressions into goofing around or discussing animatedly something that might be philosophy.
They're doing a good job of baffling each other thoroughly. Lessons are interruptible. Both are botherable, together or apart.
[ooc: Tags may be a bit slow at times, as mun is working.]
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Feb. 27th, 2007 01:45 pmskjaldmeyjar.livejournal.comSome women deal with pregnancy well. They even do enjoy it, despite the morning sickness, swelling ankles, new body shape, and a host of other minor discomforts. All of that pales besides the idea of new life, shared with someone you love.
After 9 months, however? It gets a little old, and any woman quickly gets to the point of wanting her baby born and her body to herself. Soon.
So, Svava is down in the bar, restlessly alternating between sitting in front of the fireplace, and pacing between there and the Observation Windows.
After 9 months, however? It gets a little old, and any woman quickly gets to the point of wanting her baby born and her body to herself. Soon.
So, Svava is down in the bar, restlessly alternating between sitting in front of the fireplace, and pacing between there and the Observation Windows.
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Feb. 27th, 2007 02:29 pmunwraith.livejournal.comMichael's in the bar, watching and listening. The place never bores him. He's ordered decaf coffee, and a plate of 'fried paradoxes' for himself. Too soon for alcohol, and
he's not quite in the mood.
The laptop's on his table, but switched off. He's taking a short break from spaceship design etc. and other work. Like always, he's armed, and may go out to the 'range' in the back for some target practice later. Botherable, naturally.
he's not quite in the mood.
The laptop's on his table, but switched off. He's taking a short break from spaceship design etc. and other work. Like always, he's armed, and may go out to the 'range' in the back for some target practice later. Botherable, naturally.
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Feb. 27th, 2007 03:09 pmfallen-april.livejournal.comApril inna bar.
Wearing a dress that looks extremely out of date (for her).
She's obviously still trying to get the hang of being in it. Looks like someone asked for a nice, simple Gondorian dress from Bar.
Hey, he put on jeans and a t-shirt for her...
[ooc: LAST CHANCE TO TAG BEFORE HIATUS. Make the most of it. :D]
Wearing a dress that looks extremely out of date (for her).
She's obviously still trying to get the hang of being in it. Looks like someone asked for a nice, simple Gondorian dress from Bar.
Hey, he put on jeans and a t-shirt for her...
[ooc: LAST CHANCE TO TAG BEFORE HIATUS. Make the most of it. :D]
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Feb. 27th, 2007 03:32 pmprone-to-panic.livejournal.comThere's an Archie in the bar for now. That's about it, really. He's pacing nervously. He'd gotten Rachel's message and gone back to the flat, but they'd turned him away, told him it wasn't a man's place to be. So now he's back here. Worrying.
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Feb. 27th, 2007 03:34 pmteh-data-fork.livejournal.comAdam's been working overtime nearly every night for weeks. The terrorist attacks are all over the news, and just because they're mostly concentrated on the West Coast doesn't mean Adam's unit isn't getting overwhelmed too.
He's just glad he isn't in Los Angeles right now.
Mostly.
He orders his usual drink and sits wearily down on a comfy couch to write up some reports.
He's just glad he isn't in Los Angeles right now.
Mostly.
He orders his usual drink and sits wearily down on a comfy couch to write up some reports.
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Feb. 27th, 2007 04:09 pmanalucia-cortez.livejournal.comAna Lucia sat reading again after her hour of having a slow glass of tequila and tonic. This time, the book The Fountainhead. It was quiet, in her world anyway. Brushing back ebony strands from her eyes did a finger turn the page as she leaned back on the couch her gaze stuck to the book.
Well, it's better than Blood and Chocolate.
Well, it's better than Blood and Chocolate.
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Feb. 27th, 2007 04:45 pmsupaahiroThe problem with being a space hopping, time traveling otaku is sometimes the stream--
come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home
re-asserts
save the cheerleader, save the world save the cheerleader, save the world save the cheerleader, save the world save the cheerleader, save the world save the cheerleader, save the world save the cheerleader, save the world save the cheerleader, save the world save the cheerleader, save the world save the cheerleader, save the world save the cheerleader, save the world
--itself.
Hiro is at the door. Nobody ever saw him leave. Mostly because he didn't.
He's not sure how he got at-- the door.
Oh.
Damn that pesky super power.
"...well," he says, "at least it's not Las Vegas anymore," he says.
He doesn't LIKE Las Vegas anymore. Even if he knows he has to go back.
For now, it'll be a nice break here. Right? A break. With friends.
And no Ando.
[Hiro just got jumped forward in canon; it's been a while since he saw you. Say hi, but beware of Heroes spoilers and possibly, some time-hopping confusion.]
come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home come home
re-asserts
save the cheerleader, save the world save the cheerleader, save the world save the cheerleader, save the world save the cheerleader, save the world save the cheerleader, save the world save the cheerleader, save the world save the cheerleader, save the world save the cheerleader, save the world save the cheerleader, save the world save the cheerleader, save the world
--itself.
Hiro is at the door. Nobody ever saw him leave. Mostly because he didn't.
He's not sure how he got at-- the door.
Oh.
Damn that pesky super power.
"...well," he says, "at least it's not Las Vegas anymore," he says.
He doesn't LIKE Las Vegas anymore. Even if he knows he has to go back.
For now, it'll be a nice break here. Right? A break. With friends.
And no Ando.
[Hiro just got jumped forward in canon; it's been a while since he saw you. Say hi, but beware of Heroes spoilers and possibly, some time-hopping confusion.]
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Feb. 27th, 2007 06:02 pmpriestoftravel.livejournal.comIt has been a while since the priest came out of his room. A long while indeed.
It was time for a change. He walked down the stairs, humming to himself, a twisted, lit cigarette dangling from his lips. Well, the bar hadn't changed, but his outlook might have.
A little.
He was more or less content just then, as he sat down at the bar, ordered a whiskey on the rocks, and scanned the area for a familiar face or two.
Familiar or not, you should come talk to him, he needs socialization.
(ooc: as of today, Nicholas has a new mun, so if you're friends of Wolfwood, just let me know, alright? This doesn't include Vash, because honestly? It's Vash.
also, I call slowtime on this thread. The time, it be slow.)
It was time for a change. He walked down the stairs, humming to himself, a twisted, lit cigarette dangling from his lips. Well, the bar hadn't changed, but his outlook might have.
A little.
He was more or less content just then, as he sat down at the bar, ordered a whiskey on the rocks, and scanned the area for a familiar face or two.
Familiar or not, you should come talk to him, he needs socialization.
(ooc: as of today, Nicholas has a new mun, so if you're friends of Wolfwood, just let me know, alright? This doesn't include Vash, because honestly? It's Vash.
also, I call slowtime on this thread. The time, it be slow.)
Bartending -
Feb. 27th, 2007 06:10 pmbob_the_skullOkay, so Bob took an inventory of Harry's apartment and discovered that Harry had quite a lot of interesting ingredients in the pantry - some of which are even usuable for mixing drinks. The patrons of Milliways should be glad that Harry had a couple bottles of alcohol that were not Mac's Ale in the place or this would be a boring Happy Hour.
Specials
anything Harry could feasibly make at home
Oh - and Bob says Harry'll be down in a few. He had a nasty encounter with something icky and had to shower. Bob thinks Harry should stop hanging out in sewers.
[ooc: and mun it outta here - slowtimes all 'round.]
Oh - and Bob says Harry'll be down in a few. He had a nasty encounter with something icky and had to shower. Bob thinks Harry should stop hanging out in sewers.
[ooc: and mun it outta here - slowtimes all 'round.]
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Feb. 27th, 2007 06:30 pmcaptainryan.livejournal.comIt's getting to that time of month where Ryan starts to feel twitchy indoors. It's still far enough away that he can stand the mass of people that the Bar collects, though he's still on edge enough to choose a table where he can put his back against the wall. He's also writing in a notebook, looking up every sentence or two, and hiding the really obvious glances with a sip from his Guinness.
Botherable.
Botherable.
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Feb. 27th, 2007 06:34 pmstuck-mynock.livejournal.comAtton's sat at a booth, with a bottle of something that looks and smells suspiciously like rum, alternating between juggling and drinking. The fact that he's able to juggle probably indicates that he's not quite drunk yet, but give it time.
There's a notepad on the table, scribbled in with illegible, frequently crossed out writing. Atton occasionally looks at it with some distaste.
Botherable.
There's a notepad on the table, scribbled in with illegible, frequently crossed out writing. Atton occasionally looks at it with some distaste.
Botherable.
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Feb. 27th, 2007 06:41 pmrenegade-enzo.livejournal.comOutside, there may be a couple strange sounds one might hear.
"Gun, command line: explosive ammo."
Boom!
Matrix had been waiting for his bruises to completely heal before heading back to Mainframe (if only to avoid getting an earful from AndrAIa), so he's been in Milliways for the past couple of days.
Of course, being Matrix, he started feeling bored from all the downtime. That's why he asked Bar for a number of dummies that he's set up outside for target practice.
...even if he doesn't really need to aim with the explosive ammo. He's just having a bit of fun right now.
"Gun, command line: explosive ammo."
Boom!
Matrix had been waiting for his bruises to completely heal before heading back to Mainframe (if only to avoid getting an earful from AndrAIa), so he's been in Milliways for the past couple of days.
Of course, being Matrix, he started feeling bored from all the downtime. That's why he asked Bar for a number of dummies that he's set up outside for target practice.
...even if he doesn't really need to aim with the explosive ammo. He's just having a bit of fun right now.
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Feb. 27th, 2007 07:12 pmdamn-sunflowers.livejournal.comSee, the problem with bastards like this is they think they're all hot shit: they come at a guy with swords drawn, like he ain't got a rat's ass of a chance, and then they want a him to stand still and fight.
Yeah, right. Like that's gonna happen. Even better that it's three of them against one of him: one guy's sword breaks on the sole of his geta and the next guy stabs the earth where Mugen was a minute ago. He's too fast for them. For as much as Jin's always talkin' about how you have to focus and center and anticipate, Mugen never fights that way. Screw that: survival's all about where you ain't.
The third guy comes for him and it's a hell of a time: he ain't got no damn sword. He's got a mace at the end of a long damn chain and he starts to swing it and it's good there's a boulder here, 'cause the thing smashes into that instead of Mugen's skull. He ain't sure which one's harder: his head or the rock, but he does take a long damn leap and tumble out of the way and hits his head on something. When the stars clear and he opens his eyes again, he sees...
"This damn place." From his vantage point on the floor, looking up through his fingers, this bar looks the same as always.
"Shit! I wasn't done fighting those sons of bitches!" Sitting up, he spits out a mouthful of blood. Things were just gettin' interesting out there.
Yeah, right. Like that's gonna happen. Even better that it's three of them against one of him: one guy's sword breaks on the sole of his geta and the next guy stabs the earth where Mugen was a minute ago. He's too fast for them. For as much as Jin's always talkin' about how you have to focus and center and anticipate, Mugen never fights that way. Screw that: survival's all about where you ain't.
The third guy comes for him and it's a hell of a time: he ain't got no damn sword. He's got a mace at the end of a long damn chain and he starts to swing it and it's good there's a boulder here, 'cause the thing smashes into that instead of Mugen's skull. He ain't sure which one's harder: his head or the rock, but he does take a long damn leap and tumble out of the way and hits his head on something. When the stars clear and he opens his eyes again, he sees...
"This damn place." From his vantage point on the floor, looking up through his fingers, this bar looks the same as always.
"Shit! I wasn't done fighting those sons of bitches!" Sitting up, he spits out a mouthful of blood. Things were just gettin' interesting out there.
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Feb. 27th, 2007 07:44 pmwyrd-fox.livejournal.comRarely has there been such a display of relief and gratitude about stumbling into Milliways as is about to be displayed.
The Door opens, framing a rather frazzled and a little stunned James Dean wearing a red, silk kimono bound with a blue obi. The bruises and black eye are gone, but the coolest kitsune in Underhill has definitely had his cool demeanor compromised. Foxtrot's expression quickly shifts from stunned to estatic as he all but vaults across the room.
"Bar, gimme twenty - count 'em - twenty margarita shooters!"
Anyone want to join him? Or even mock his attire?
The Door opens, framing a rather frazzled and a little stunned James Dean wearing a red, silk kimono bound with a blue obi. The bruises and black eye are gone, but the coolest kitsune in Underhill has definitely had his cool demeanor compromised. Foxtrot's expression quickly shifts from stunned to estatic as he all but vaults across the room.
"Bar, gimme twenty - count 'em - twenty margarita shooters!"
Anyone want to join him? Or even mock his attire?
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Feb. 27th, 2007 08:41 pmstubborn-annie.livejournal.comThird day since the phone call. Harry comes home on day four. At least, he's supposed to. Annie's nerves are starting to wear down despite her efforts to the contrary. Thank God for Milliways; it's a retreat from the everyday, no matter what other terrors or splendors it might hold.
Tonight she's over by the fire with her tea, and she's considering asking for some sort of alcohol to tip into it.
Tonight she's over by the fire with her tea, and she's considering asking for some sort of alcohol to tip into it.
Barmaid on Duty!
Feb. 27th, 2007 08:56 pmmaid-of-astolat.livejournal.comElaine's worried about many things, but that doesn't prevent her from her shift. She has responsibilities and she takes them seriously.
So she's downstairs with her tray, waiting on tables.
So she's downstairs with her tray, waiting on tables.
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Feb. 27th, 2007 09:02 pmangela-edmunds.livejournal.comAngela is more than ready to go home. She's tired and bored and she's been sleeping far too much.
Right now, she's lying on her back on the couch with her slung over the back of it. Her hair is hanging over the arm of the couch and she's got a sleeping kitten on her stomach that she's stroking gently.
She definitely wouldn't mind conversation.
Right now, she's lying on her back on the couch with her slung over the back of it. Her hair is hanging over the arm of the couch and she's got a sleeping kitten on her stomach that she's stroking gently.
She definitely wouldn't mind conversation.
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Feb. 27th, 2007 09:15 pmnot-his-son.livejournal.comThe Door flies open and a small cloud of dust, dirt and loud obscenities tumbles through. Then it slams again.
Most of the dust settles shortly, to reveal a small, filthy child with a spectacularly '80s haircut and an expensive-looking wallet that's nowhere near as dirty as the rest of him. His eyes are narrowed and suspicious.
"This ain't my squat!"
Most of the dust settles shortly, to reveal a small, filthy child with a spectacularly '80s haircut and an expensive-looking wallet that's nowhere near as dirty as the rest of him. His eyes are narrowed and suspicious.
"This ain't my squat!"
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Feb. 27th, 2007 10:19 pmshuftiJack Manackle has learned a New Word. And he's very excited about it, so much so that he wants to use it on everyone.
Sadly he hasn't quite got the idea yet, but there's a thirteen month old (closely supervised by Shufti) toddler going around the bar, standing in front of people and saying...
"BOO!"
Has he come to your table?
Sadly he hasn't quite got the idea yet, but there's a thirteen month old (closely supervised by Shufti) toddler going around the bar, standing in front of people and saying...
"BOO!"
Has he come to your table?
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Feb. 27th, 2007 10:19 pmguppy_sandhuThe doctor is in
And he has biscuits.
Come one, come all. He likes people, and he wants an excuse not to have to fill in an incident report form about a patient's relative throwing a full jar of jam at another member of staff in his presence.
And he has biscuits.
Come one, come all. He likes people, and he wants an excuse not to have to fill in an incident report form about a patient's relative throwing a full jar of jam at another member of staff in his presence.
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Feb. 27th, 2007 10:39 pmqueenofmayMarian, taking all of Milliways in stride at this point, is sitting on a stool near the fire place. To warm up from the excursions and excitements of the last few days she is reading a book and sipping a glass of mulled mead, in a very intricate looking goblet.
Company is entirely welcome, as shown by her all too often simply watching the bar with awe-filled eyes over her book frequently.
[OOC: Has had a pile everything that could be on the mun sort of night. Come cheer some until it's midnight here? I'll change fairytales then.]
Company is entirely welcome, as shown by her all too often simply watching the bar with awe-filled eyes over her book frequently.
[OOC: Has had a pile everything that could be on the mun sort of night. Come cheer some until it's midnight here? I'll change fairytales then.]
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Feb. 27th, 2007 11:16 pmblueeyedjohnny.livejournal.comJohnny is in the rafters, smoking a cigarette and looking at a catalogue of women's underwear.
He's never seen one before.
He's never seen one before.
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Feb. 27th, 2007 11:34 pmtaishar_malkierLan, when informed in no uncertain terms that a birthing-room wasn't a man's place, settled in to lean against the doorframe, entirely prepared to guard the door all night if necessary.
Nynaeve, however, gave it about half an hour before she stuck her head out, informed her husband that Archie would be fretting himself sick like a woolheaded idiot and she didn't want two patients, and politely requested that he go check on the other man.
So, at least for a while, Lan's in the main bar. He stops by Bar for long enough to get two cups of wine. With them appears a note, and a small golden flower. Lan reads the note in impassive silence before folding it carefully, and tucking both paper and bangle into a small pouch on his belt.
Then, it's over to Archie's table.
[OOC: Mun is multitasking, so will be slow, but is here for threading if anyone wants. :)]
Nynaeve, however, gave it about half an hour before she stuck her head out, informed her husband that Archie would be fretting himself sick like a woolheaded idiot and she didn't want two patients, and politely requested that he go check on the other man.
So, at least for a while, Lan's in the main bar. He stops by Bar for long enough to get two cups of wine. With them appears a note, and a small golden flower. Lan reads the note in impassive silence before folding it carefully, and tucking both paper and bangle into a small pouch on his belt.
Then, it's over to Archie's table.
[OOC: Mun is multitasking, so will be slow, but is here for threading if anyone wants. :)]
