Mar. 9th, 2007
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Mar. 9th, 2007 12:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gone_byebyeConsidering the people he's met here in the past Ray's a little leery about reading certain texts in public, but he's got a feeling he missed something when he was testing the Holtzmann generators, so he's gonna compromise. His copy of the Dune Encyclopedia is covered with one of those terribly serious-looking dark blue academic bindings instead of the usual 'lookit da giant sandworms!' pictures. Not that there's anything wrong with the sandworm pictures, you understand, but they sort of come with back covers that cheerfully proclaim Dune to be a masterwork of science fiction, and, well... yeah, no.
He'll figure out what he's missed eventually.
He'll figure out what he's missed eventually.
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Mar. 9th, 2007 01:50 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
unwraith.livejournal.comLate night, and he's wide awake as is fairly common for him.
He eyes the back door, but for once, prudence wins out. He'll wait til sunrise before trying his luck. He's not armed just now, having opted to leave the hardware just once. For now, he's sitting with a pint of Guinness and some fried dough, recommended to him by another patron. He'll have to head for the front door shortly, and he's trying not to think about it. Let the future hold to itself.
He eyes the back door, but for once, prudence wins out. He'll wait til sunrise before trying his luck. He's not armed just now, having opted to leave the hardware just once. For now, he's sitting with a pint of Guinness and some fried dough, recommended to him by another patron. He'll have to head for the front door shortly, and he's trying not to think about it. Let the future hold to itself.
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Mar. 9th, 2007 08:11 amsime-channel.livejournal.comThey're leaving soon. Suzi is nervous as hell. Suzi has the ability to hide nerve roughly the same as that of a two year old. So she's fidgeting, and taking deep breaths, and trying to pretend that she's okay with this, really! She is!
The polar bear scarf is done. She's started a smaller pair of them in white, and her dorsals and hands are knitting the two rapidly while her ventrals stay in relaxed position.
The polar bear scarf is done. She's started a smaller pair of them in white, and her dorsals and hands are knitting the two rapidly while her ventrals stay in relaxed position.
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Mar. 9th, 2007 08:34 amwithamagicwordThere is a definite bounce in his step as Billy slips down the stairs and into the bar this morning. It has been a long time since he last was in normally, and he is in a very good mood.
he slips up to Bar and places a hand along her top and grins.
"Helllllllllllllo, beautiful! Can I get one Chocolate Ecstasy Shake, a cheeseburger, and some fries?"
The plate pops up and billy nods.
"Thanks, you gorgeous lady, you!"
He nearly bounces across the Bar, around people and through the crowd to a booth where he settles to eat and watch the room.
It is good to be back!
he slips up to Bar and places a hand along her top and grins.
"Helllllllllllllo, beautiful! Can I get one Chocolate Ecstasy Shake, a cheeseburger, and some fries?"
The plate pops up and billy nods.
"Thanks, you gorgeous lady, you!"
He nearly bounces across the Bar, around people and through the crowd to a booth where he settles to eat and watch the room.
It is good to be back!
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Mar. 9th, 2007 09:04 amthere-is-a-me.livejournal.comSarge gave him some places to start. Places like you need to stop calling people sir and don't follow orders unless given to you by one of the people who obviously works here. Good places to start. He's not going to stress, then, when he ends up here instead of in the back when on his way to the pells. After all, it's not like he's going to have to stop when it gets dark, now is he?
He doesn't, it should be hastened to say, have his sword with him. He was just on his way to get it. So he just lifts his head to sniff the air and see if he can scent anyone from last night before lighting up.
He doesn't, it should be hastened to say, have his sword with him. He was just on his way to get it. So he just lifts his head to sniff the air and see if he can scent anyone from last night before lighting up.
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Mar. 9th, 2007 09:20 ampirate-gibbs.livejournal.comWe'll put this as simply as we can...
"There's a monster in the lake! I saw it with my own eyes! It's...it's another kraken, come to swallow us whole!!"
Thus is Gibbs inside the bar, having seen the pink horror know as... Mr. Julia Fruitnugget!
Any and all offers to calm him down, or even educate him, will be welcome. Till then, Gibbs is making sure his powder is dry. And his rum is wet.
[ooc: slowtime? Aye, it's possible. Haven't you heard it's bad luck to neglect your work to RP? :)]
"There's a monster in the lake! I saw it with my own eyes! It's...it's another kraken, come to swallow us whole!!"
Thus is Gibbs inside the bar, having seen the pink horror know as... Mr. Julia Fruitnugget!
Any and all offers to calm him down, or even educate him, will be welcome. Till then, Gibbs is making sure his powder is dry. And his rum is wet.
[ooc: slowtime? Aye, it's possible. Haven't you heard it's bad luck to neglect your work to RP? :)]
Just Thinking
Mar. 9th, 2007 09:41 amfeminine-menace.livejournal.comThree weeks. YT has been here three weeks. Well, three weeks and one day.
YT is stretched out on a couch by the fireplace, watching the flames dance inside and thinking. She actually finds the fire more interesting than the universe periodically exploding (or imploding, or whatever) outside the Observation Window: that always looks the same, every time it happens, but the fire, while it follows certain patterns of behavior, acts differently. In a way, she thinks, it's also more honest.
The Bar has its own calendar, cycling through the year, and the seasons go by in the usual way Out Back. YT's not sure exactly what this means in a place that also keeps resetting itself to a few hours before the end of the universe. But if she goes by the calendar - she entered just before Mardi Gras, and now it is the ninth of March, although the calendar doesn't say what year it is - she has been here three weeks and a day. Soon it'll be a month. And then maybe more.
YT thinks of herself as a tough and resourceful person, a survivor, and she is. She knows that nobody who's Bound gets stuck in the bar forever. She also knows that no time, or at least very little time, will pass in her own world while she's here. And yet, there are times when she's still scared that she will be stuck here forever, or that time is passing back home without her. YT misses her mom, she misses Hiro and Juanita, she misses Uncle Enzo and her thrasher buddies. She also misses the little things, like surfing the Ventura, dodging the MetaCops and knowing all that is routine, predictable and expected in her environment, so that she can proudly thumb her nose at it.
For the past couple of hours, YT has just been sitting and thinking about all the things she misses back home, and what she's going to do when she gets there. She's also been thinking about Miniver, who's glad to be Bound here and has no desire to go back where he came from, and Li, who is so folded in on himself that it doesn't really matter very much where he is. She thinks about the people she's met here who can just come in and go out, who see Milliways as a refuge and an occasional surprise, not a place to be stuck. YT is not really sure how she views Milliways at this point.
Maybe she's thinking too much, and would welcome a distraction - even an annoying one.
YT is stretched out on a couch by the fireplace, watching the flames dance inside and thinking. She actually finds the fire more interesting than the universe periodically exploding (or imploding, or whatever) outside the Observation Window: that always looks the same, every time it happens, but the fire, while it follows certain patterns of behavior, acts differently. In a way, she thinks, it's also more honest.
The Bar has its own calendar, cycling through the year, and the seasons go by in the usual way Out Back. YT's not sure exactly what this means in a place that also keeps resetting itself to a few hours before the end of the universe. But if she goes by the calendar - she entered just before Mardi Gras, and now it is the ninth of March, although the calendar doesn't say what year it is - she has been here three weeks and a day. Soon it'll be a month. And then maybe more.
YT thinks of herself as a tough and resourceful person, a survivor, and she is. She knows that nobody who's Bound gets stuck in the bar forever. She also knows that no time, or at least very little time, will pass in her own world while she's here. And yet, there are times when she's still scared that she will be stuck here forever, or that time is passing back home without her. YT misses her mom, she misses Hiro and Juanita, she misses Uncle Enzo and her thrasher buddies. She also misses the little things, like surfing the Ventura, dodging the MetaCops and knowing all that is routine, predictable and expected in her environment, so that she can proudly thumb her nose at it.
For the past couple of hours, YT has just been sitting and thinking about all the things she misses back home, and what she's going to do when she gets there. She's also been thinking about Miniver, who's glad to be Bound here and has no desire to go back where he came from, and Li, who is so folded in on himself that it doesn't really matter very much where he is. She thinks about the people she's met here who can just come in and go out, who see Milliways as a refuge and an occasional surprise, not a place to be stuck. YT is not really sure how she views Milliways at this point.
Maybe she's thinking too much, and would welcome a distraction - even an annoying one.
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Mar. 9th, 2007 09:44 amrunmakitarun.livejournal.com[OOM: If you are wounded so badly that there is no hope of recovery.
A peaceful night is broken by an attack, and even worse a Kaster. A lot of people die when Kasters show up.]
A peaceful night is broken by an attack, and even worse a Kaster. A lot of people die when Kasters show up.]
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Mar. 9th, 2007 09:46 ampoisonwineDespite the fact that Belle was up all night drinking, she's both in bar, and bouncy.
Really bouncy.
I mean, seriously, you couldn't get more bounce out of her if she were made of rubber springs. She's humming a cheerful tune, and drawing in a notebook (mostly flowers, not incredibly good).
She really wants to talk to people, so poke away!
Really bouncy.
I mean, seriously, you couldn't get more bounce out of her if she were made of rubber springs. She's humming a cheerful tune, and drawing in a notebook (mostly flowers, not incredibly good).
She really wants to talk to people, so poke away!
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Mar. 9th, 2007 10:40 ammilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comIt wouldn't be either of our lives if it were anything like easy, would it, Wells said to Zuko a few days ago. Well- it's his life, all right. Spoon found the Bar last night.
Wells hasn't had the time to properly process that yet. Last night was too taken up with keeping Spoon on an even keel as far as he could, and then with going home for supper, and then with sleeping (insomnia has never been an issue of his- nightmares are something else again). Then in the morning it was back to work at the school and practising with Philippus, and-
Well.
He's here now, and just as soon as he's reached the bottom of his tea he's going outside. He's got too many things that need doing, and too many people depending on him, to let his head stay tangled up in knots for long. A good run ought to put things at least partway to right.
Wells hasn't had the time to properly process that yet. Last night was too taken up with keeping Spoon on an even keel as far as he could, and then with going home for supper, and then with sleeping (insomnia has never been an issue of his- nightmares are something else again). Then in the morning it was back to work at the school and practising with Philippus, and-
Well.
He's here now, and just as soon as he's reached the bottom of his tea he's going outside. He's got too many things that need doing, and too many people depending on him, to let his head stay tangled up in knots for long. A good run ought to put things at least partway to right.
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Mar. 9th, 2007 11:56 amjawaswag.livejournal.comWes is Otherwise Occupied.
Gavin isn't exactly sure what this means, but like many things dealing with Wes Janson, he's learned better than to ask.
Well, ask Wes anyway.
The point is, today, when a tall and lanky man in a rather obnoxious cloak displaying images of dancing Wes-es steps behind the bar, it isn't Wes Janson. It's Gavin Darklighter, looking ever so awkward (not to mention clumsy in the cloak) at being here. Cantinas and tapcafes don't exactly teach you how to bar tend, and Wes' crash course in the brothel earlier in the week only left Gavin with a sense of embarrassment for being in the brothel.
So, what's left? Following Wes' instructions, of course. Which is why the Specials sign has a nice (okay, horribly drawn) picture of an Ewok smiling at you, with the words Lomin Ale and Lum to the side written in shaky English that probably took a whole ten minutes to write.
And now, Gavin has nothing else to do but turn to Milliways and smile, awkwardly, as the Wes-es on the cape continue to dance.
[ooc: mun here till about 3 pm EST when she flees for class and to pick up Wes-mun from the bus station!]
Gavin isn't exactly sure what this means, but like many things dealing with Wes Janson, he's learned better than to ask.
Well, ask Wes anyway.
The point is, today, when a tall and lanky man in a rather obnoxious cloak displaying images of dancing Wes-es steps behind the bar, it isn't Wes Janson. It's Gavin Darklighter, looking ever so awkward (not to mention clumsy in the cloak) at being here. Cantinas and tapcafes don't exactly teach you how to bar tend, and Wes' crash course in the brothel earlier in the week only left Gavin with a sense of embarrassment for being in the brothel.
So, what's left? Following Wes' instructions, of course. Which is why the Specials sign has a nice (okay, horribly drawn) picture of an Ewok smiling at you, with the words Lomin Ale and Lum to the side written in shaky English that probably took a whole ten minutes to write.
And now, Gavin has nothing else to do but turn to Milliways and smile, awkwardly, as the Wes-es on the cape continue to dance.
[ooc: mun here till about 3 pm EST when she flees for class and to pick up Wes-mun from the bus station!]
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Mar. 9th, 2007 12:20 pmwyrd-fox.livejournal.comBAM!
That was the sound of the Door swinging open to crash flat against the adjoining wall.
"WAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
That is the sound of a kitsune on an out-of-control unicycle.
"Comin' through! Look out below! Mayday! Mayday!"
Might be you should take his advice and hit the deck.
That was the sound of the Door swinging open to crash flat against the adjoining wall.
"WAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
That is the sound of a kitsune on an out-of-control unicycle.
"Comin' through! Look out below! Mayday! Mayday!"
Might be you should take his advice and hit the deck.
Note on the general message board
Mar. 9th, 2007 12:48 pmasar-suti.livejournal.comSigns Of Spring Spotted! Gardening Season Starts Again!
Dear population of Milliways,
being in charge of the garden, I am looking for:
- 5 to 7 paid assistant gardeners, Bound, and not suited to bar or security work (too young, too pregnant, too nonviolent etc.) If you used to work for me one of the former seasons, please reapply, I am hiring from scratch!
- Any healers or mages that need certain herbs grown in the garden; if you tell me what these are, or provide seeds, seedlings etc. along with instructions, we will grow them for you!
- Hobby gardeners who would like to cultivate their own patch because they love gardening!
Thank you for your attention!
Asar-Suti
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Mar. 9th, 2007 12:58 pmgorgonfondness[OOM: In the infirmary, Mia has tea with Guppy, gets presents from Zelda, and speaks* with Garion.]
After getting the okay from Simon that she was well enough to leave the infirmary (with the stipulation that she take it easy for the next couple of days), Mia goes to the bar, her thumb and forefinger rolling the chain of her necklace.
"Miss Bar, I have some people to thank and I will need some supplies to do it. It's nothing too strenuous, I assure you."
Bar provides Mia with the requested supplies and a mug of vegetable broth.
The Guildmaster ties her hair back, rolls up her sleeves, and gets to work.
* 'Fraid that thread is SIS, still in slowtime.
After getting the okay from Simon that she was well enough to leave the infirmary (with the stipulation that she take it easy for the next couple of days), Mia goes to the bar, her thumb and forefinger rolling the chain of her necklace.
"Miss Bar, I have some people to thank and I will need some supplies to do it. It's nothing too strenuous, I assure you."
Bar provides Mia with the requested supplies and a mug of vegetable broth.
The Guildmaster ties her hair back, rolls up her sleeves, and gets to work.
* 'Fraid that thread is SIS, still in slowtime.
It's a bird, it's a plane...
Mar. 9th, 2007 01:40 pmthegreatmachine.livejournal.comIt's--
Well, no, it looks a little more like a plane than anything, the man and the jetpack and the helmet. There's no red, blue, and yellow spandex involved here anyway. The startled expression on his face isn't really plane-like but it's certainly understandable.
"What the f--"
And he swerves to avoid a tall patron.
"Mother f--"
One arm swings out and grabs one of the columns amongst the rafters and uses it to turn.
"Holy--"
And a very puzzled patron quirks his lips, leans on his cane as he finishes closing the door to the lake area, and smiles as he thinks of the jetpack he just saw flying by. But the rocket man himself is the focus of this tale, and so we bring you to the rather confused singular superhero currently flying over the lake.
How in hell did I get HERE?
Because while Mitchell Hundred has never been to Scotland, he's rather well acquainted with New York and he's well aware that Central Park lacks ski-able mountains. That does bring up one very large problem, however, besides the obvious...
"More importantly, how the hell am I going to land this thing without Kremlin?"
[ooc: PSA for Mitchell is here]
Well, no, it looks a little more like a plane than anything, the man and the jetpack and the helmet. There's no red, blue, and yellow spandex involved here anyway. The startled expression on his face isn't really plane-like but it's certainly understandable.
"What the f--"
And he swerves to avoid a tall patron.
"Mother f--"
One arm swings out and grabs one of the columns amongst the rafters and uses it to turn.
"Holy--"
And a very puzzled patron quirks his lips, leans on his cane as he finishes closing the door to the lake area, and smiles as he thinks of the jetpack he just saw flying by. But the rocket man himself is the focus of this tale, and so we bring you to the rather confused singular superhero currently flying over the lake.
How in hell did I get HERE?
Because while Mitchell Hundred has never been to Scotland, he's rather well acquainted with New York and he's well aware that Central Park lacks ski-able mountains. That does bring up one very large problem, however, besides the obvious...
"More importantly, how the hell am I going to land this thing without Kremlin?"
[ooc: PSA for Mitchell is here]
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Mar. 9th, 2007 01:46 pmvaldemars-mage.livejournal.com"I think I just want to sleep for a week Gwena..."
A pure white horse whinnies in agreement as Eslpeth opens the door to the stable. Elspeth walks in dressed in her whites back to the bar. The sudden light change makes her turn and stare for a moment... "Milliways! Gwena!" She turns to catch the door before it can close.
"Please come with me, I hate being separated from you."
A pure white horse with silver hoves and sky blue eyes enters the bar behind Elspeth.
A pure white horse whinnies in agreement as Eslpeth opens the door to the stable. Elspeth walks in dressed in her whites back to the bar. The sudden light change makes her turn and stare for a moment... "Milliways! Gwena!" She turns to catch the door before it can close.
"Please come with me, I hate being separated from you."
A pure white horse with silver hoves and sky blue eyes enters the bar behind Elspeth.
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Mar. 9th, 2007 01:57 pmmendanddefend_archiveA math problem:
Come give him something to do. Please.
1 Black Oil infestation 1 conscientious Guardian 1 trigger-happy Renegade 1 cranky MiB coordinating a counterstrike + 5 weeks waiting in Milliways ------------------------------------------- 1 extremely stir-crazy Guardian
Come give him something to do. Please.
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Mar. 9th, 2007 03:22 pmtruequest.livejournal.comZelda is outside, staring into the distance. The sky is just beautiful, and she hasn't feel this happy in ages. She's sitting in the grass making daisy chains, and humming to herself.
She'd love someone to talk to...
She'd love someone to talk to...
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Mar. 9th, 2007 05:43 pmprone-to-panic.livejournal.comThere's an Archie in a bar tonight. Sure he's a bit tired, as a newborn will tend to keep you up at nights, but he doesn't mind. Besides, somebody's got to keep an eye on things.
Bother at will.
Bother at will.
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Mar. 9th, 2007 06:04 pmnotagod-apollo.livejournal.com((OOC: Since the muns really suck at posting OOMs and finished slowtimes, since they are run more or less constantly, here's a bunch. Hopefully I get them all, and in order.
This is one interesting day, complete with Lee's admission that he's been scared to fly since he ejected and tried to commit suicide, comforting, arguments, food porn, and regular porn.
After this bar thread, where there was eating, and teasing, and talking of exes, and talking dirty, there was this thread, where they watched Star Wars, and ate popcorn, and were all around horrible movie watchers of the sort that provide running commentary through the bits they aren't making out through. Then there are happy endings massages, and you know, porn followed by angst.
That thread got too long, so this one follows immediately after. There is more angst, Flight simulators, conquering of fears, sharing deep dark secrets, bathtub porn, silliness, and some genuinely romantic moments.))
This is one interesting day, complete with Lee's admission that he's been scared to fly since he ejected and tried to commit suicide, comforting, arguments, food porn, and regular porn.
After this bar thread, where there was eating, and teasing, and talking of exes, and talking dirty, there was this thread, where they watched Star Wars, and ate popcorn, and were all around horrible movie watchers of the sort that provide running commentary through the bits they aren't making out through. Then there are happy endings massages, and you know, porn followed by angst.
That thread got too long, so this one follows immediately after. There is more angst, Flight simulators, conquering of fears, sharing deep dark secrets, bathtub porn, silliness, and some genuinely romantic moments.))
Five-card Stud
Mar. 9th, 2007 06:57 pmfeminine-menace.livejournal.com[OOC: Plotlocked for...well, you know who you are. If you haven't already, please read this post for the game mechanics. Players, please give me your AIM names so I can invite you to a Millipoker chat. I'm going to be doing short "recruitment" threads with each of you when you respond, in part to give me time to shuffle this brand-new deck of cards.]
Equipped with a deck of cards, a set of poker chips and a vague sort of plan, YT strides to the middle of the bar, stands up on an empty table, sticks two fingers in her mouth and whistles - loudly enough to be heard, but not so shrilly that she hurts eardrums. When she has the attention of most of the bar's patrons, she makes her announcement.
"Yo. Most of you probably don't know me, but my name's YT. Short for Yours Truly. I am here to announce that I want to start a poker game. Five-card stud. I need three people, first come, first served, but only if you actually know how to play. And we won't be playing for real money, just for fun." YT brandishes her deck of cards in one hand and her box of poker chips in the other. "Any takers?"
Equipped with a deck of cards, a set of poker chips and a vague sort of plan, YT strides to the middle of the bar, stands up on an empty table, sticks two fingers in her mouth and whistles - loudly enough to be heard, but not so shrilly that she hurts eardrums. When she has the attention of most of the bar's patrons, she makes her announcement.
"Yo. Most of you probably don't know me, but my name's YT. Short for Yours Truly. I am here to announce that I want to start a poker game. Five-card stud. I need three people, first come, first served, but only if you actually know how to play. And we won't be playing for real money, just for fun." YT brandishes her deck of cards in one hand and her box of poker chips in the other. "Any takers?"
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Mar. 9th, 2007 07:01 pmmr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.comRyan bust in to the door with his gun out again..
This time in stead of panicing he looks around then sighs lowering his weapon as he shakes his head
"Damn it Not again,"
He thinks What will Eric or Calleigh do with out him.
Ryan may not be as important as he thinks he is. But its good for his little Ego. But he's free to be knocked down a couple pegs
This time in stead of panicing he looks around then sighs lowering his weapon as he shakes his head
"Damn it Not again,"
He thinks What will Eric or Calleigh do with out him.
Ryan may not be as important as he thinks he is. But its good for his little Ego. But he's free to be knocked down a couple pegs
Waitress on Duty!
Mar. 9th, 2007 07:19 pmagnes_nittYour server is: Agnes goes up on the specials board. Yup, it's that time again. Everyone's favorite witch* is taking orders again.
Bother away! You know you wanna ask the fat girl why she's wearing a pointy hat, right?
* Well, everyone important, anyway, where important is defined as 'considers Agnes their favorite witch'.
Bother away! You know you wanna ask the fat girl why she's wearing a pointy hat, right?
* Well, everyone important, anyway, where important is defined as 'considers Agnes their favorite witch'.
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Mar. 9th, 2007 07:21 pmlonglonghairRapunzel comes into the bar from the back door, with leaves and twigs in her very long hair. She is slightly out of breath, and has dirt on her jeans and sweater.
“So that’s what demon bunnies look like.”
“So that’s what demon bunnies look like.”
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Mar. 9th, 2007 07:24 pmmallory-grace.livejournal.comMallory is at a booth reading Gardening for Dummies and sipping a Diet Coke. She figures she should be able to tell the difference between a perennial and an annual and the rest if she is going to be trying for a job working in the gardens.
She wouldn’t mind a distraction, though.
She wouldn’t mind a distraction, though.
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Mar. 9th, 2007 07:59 pmnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comThere is a small pyro, on a couch, her feet crossed and propped up on one arm of the couch, swinging her toes to the beat of the music on her iPod.
She could be listening to Ok Go's 'Do What You Want'.
She could be listening to the William Tell Overture.
She could be listening to a song about fireballs.
Just be glad she isn't singing.
She could be listening to Ok Go's 'Do What You Want'.
She could be listening to the William Tell Overture.
She could be listening to a song about fireballs.
Just be glad she isn't singing.
beenthenumbers.livejournal.comThe door opens on a stark metal hallway. Exposed wires are visible along the walls, and it's obvious that whatever place this is either isn't finished or is seriously low-budget.
A young man walks up to the door and turns around to yell, "Meg, tell Moonbeam I'll be there when I promised, I'm just going to check out the new charts first!"
He turns back around and walks into the Bar. The door slides shut behind him, but he doesn't notice, as he's too busy staring in shock at the room.
Anyone want to welcome Ben Pollard to the Bar?
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Mar. 9th, 2007 08:29 pmmollyprewett.livejournal.com[[OOM: Molly writes another in a series of letters to her unborn child. Timed to yesterday.]]
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Mar. 9th, 2007 09:15 pmsoulburden.livejournal.comHe had received a coat when he first came to Milliways. Soon after, Renfield started receiving other things- more clothing (to replace those bloody rags he came in wearing), more paper, pencils in various colours, and some new reading glasses.
At the moment, he is busily marking notations in the margins of a novel written by someone with the last name of Kafka.
It's in the original German.
At the moment, he is busily marking notations in the margins of a novel written by someone with the last name of Kafka.
It's in the original German.
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Mar. 9th, 2007 09:20 pmjianhuo.livejournal.comThere's a door there.
She's been watching it for hours in a small, well-lit booth, but so far, no one else seems to notice it. No one's gone or come through it either. On the one hand, it bodes well - it's probably the door back to her own 'verse.
On the other hand, if that ain't the creepiest gorram thing, a door only you can see, only you can go to, and who the hell knows which part of her 'verse it's gonna spit her out into?
No one. Certainly not her.
She's sipping tea and looking overly thoughtful, frowning even, at seemingly nothing.
She's been watching it for hours in a small, well-lit booth, but so far, no one else seems to notice it. No one's gone or come through it either. On the one hand, it bodes well - it's probably the door back to her own 'verse.
On the other hand, if that ain't the creepiest gorram thing, a door only you can see, only you can go to, and who the hell knows which part of her 'verse it's gonna spit her out into?
No one. Certainly not her.
She's sipping tea and looking overly thoughtful, frowning even, at seemingly nothing.
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Mar. 9th, 2007 09:21 pmdragonofgrey.livejournal.comDraco was finally out of the Cells. He left a note for Miniver about where he was, grabbed his broom. And then went to head out back for some much needed flying therapy. He hated being cooped up. He didn't care how dark or cold it was.
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Mar. 9th, 2007 09:42 pmwild_blueyonderFirst, the humble origins.
And then.
And then.
The front door opens, as it so often does, and in enters a new face. It is a face surrounded by a blue cowl and belonging to a tall, very big guy in a blue bug suit. He pauses when he sees his new surroundings as the door closes behind him. He’d been writing on the pad of yellow paper he’s still got in his hands but right now his hands are still, and so are the blue antennae sticking up from the top of his head. Blue eyes roam over the room with a steel gaze, and then the man straightens up, hands going to hips in a heroic pose and then…he goes into a soliloquy.
“He stands triumphant, surveying this new place and amazed by the mysteries within. He is a stoic figure that is a monument to justice and all that is right, and good, and cool. Today the universe served him a victory sandwich and oh boy, did he eat it. Yes. Indeed. He did.
“And now, with pad and pen in hand he takes stock and survey of the groovy new place he has come to call home. For villainy makes itself a laundry list of bad everyday and what better way to combat that, then a grocery list of the things that will be used to kick evil’s keister right out of the laundry mat like a bum with no quarters? Sorry bad guys, lady justice doesn’t make change.”
There are probably a few people who wonder ‘who is that big blue guy standing in front of the door talking to himself?’. Milliways, he is- The Tick.
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Mar. 9th, 2007 09:46 pmcaptainryan.livejournal.comCaptain Ryan was outside sprinting again today, trying to prepare for the mission with Suzi. They'll be leaving soon, so he plans on taking it easy tomorrow. But that's tomorrow. Today he pushed himself as hard as he could, and he comes in from out back looking about as tired as he did yesterday. However, today he's scowling before he even steps foot in the Bar. He ran into the new werewolf's scent just outside the door and he's not happy about it.
He's not entirely sure why.
Regardless, he's on edge because of the scent. Still, he's cooled down enough from his sprinting that he orders dinner and a beer from Bar before stalking with both towards a table where he can put his back to the wall. He's tired, so he may not be paying as much attention to the other patrons as he usually does, but that's why he's sitting where he is.
[OOC: New tags are Millitimed to before the thread with Spoon.]
He's not entirely sure why.
Regardless, he's on edge because of the scent. Still, he's cooled down enough from his sprinting that he orders dinner and a beer from Bar before stalking with both towards a table where he can put his back to the wall. He's tired, so he may not be paying as much attention to the other patrons as he usually does, but that's why he's sitting where he is.
[OOC: New tags are Millitimed to before the thread with Spoon.]
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Mar. 9th, 2007 09:57 pmbev-marsh.livejournal.comBev's curled up in one of the chairs near the fire. She's got cocoa, and a book--The Phantom Tollbooth--but she's easily doing as much people-watching as she is reading.
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Mar. 9th, 2007 10:27 pmpwyll_twicebornThe decision has been made, and the decision is to wait.
The rest of the castle is busy with preparations, but Kim and Paul - who have, after all, no real role in the running of the kingdom; they are there for the running of the war - are left with very little to do until Diarmuid returns.
Which is just as well, because they have things to talk about. And though both are a little startled to see a doorway into an unused hallway become a door to Milliways, that is not, perhaps, an unfortunate thing either.
The rest of the castle is busy with preparations, but Kim and Paul - who have, after all, no real role in the running of the kingdom; they are there for the running of the war - are left with very little to do until Diarmuid returns.
Which is just as well, because they have things to talk about. And though both are a little startled to see a doorway into an unused hallway become a door to Milliways, that is not, perhaps, an unfortunate thing either.
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Mar. 9th, 2007 11:20 pmriver_meimei"Pink," River says to the bar, solemn and earnest. What she gets is, indeed, just that: a drink that looks like some kind of smoothie, smells of several different berries, and is a mildly unnerving shade of bright pink. The spiral straw in it is a complimentary shade of unnerving purple.
River beams, and takes it carefully in both hands. She turns away from the bar to head towards a booth, to tuck herself under the table and sip happily.
River beams, and takes it carefully in both hands. She turns away from the bar to head towards a booth, to tuck herself under the table and sip happily.
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Mar. 9th, 2007 11:52 pmmorelikeasponge.livejournal.comPeter is having an earnest conversation with a waitrat. As one does.
"...but toasted on one side. Is that okay?"
I don't speak your crazy people language, says the rat's face. Plaintively. "Squeak," says the rat's mouth.
"Uh," says Peter, rubbing the back of his neck, "okay, do you know Morse code?"
The rat looks around desperately.
Won't somebody think of the waitrats?
"...but toasted on one side. Is that okay?"
I don't speak your crazy people language, says the rat's face. Plaintively. "Squeak," says the rat's mouth.
"Uh," says Peter, rubbing the back of his neck, "okay, do you know Morse code?"
The rat looks around desperately.
Won't somebody think of the waitrats?
