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Apr. 20th, 2007 01:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stilljustandrew[Upstairs OOM, millitimed to last night: Andrew receives an invitation.
Either a month early, or two years too late.]
Either a month early, or two years too late.]
Apr. 20th, 2007
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Apr. 20th, 2007 01:04 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
hatchingviper.livejournal.com((OOM: So how did someone like Wesker come to adopt a little brother? And hey, if you and someone else have that good a survival-oriented bond? You can ask them to go along with your invasion plan at the last minute, and they will, right? This isn't likely to go wrong. . .))
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Apr. 20th, 2007 02:20 amvisible_sarielOne minute the blank wall on the front door side of the bar is just that, blank. The next a grey, metallic panel is replacing one section, appearing, shifting and sliding open with a hiss. there's a second's warm breath of cinnamon-scented air from the other side, a low-lit glimpse of a comfortable set of quarters, and then a nightgown'd, frizz-haired but decidedly awake Sariel's in the bar.
She's looking more than thoughtful, more than pensive; try downright brooding as she reaches Bar and quietly orders a fruit smoothie. The drink appears, thanks are murmured, and soon after she's in an armchair to one side of the fire. It's the one that has a front right leg shorter than it's fellows by a quarter inch, the one that wobbles. It's occupant doesn't seem bothered, however--doubtful that she's even noticed, in her current state of mind. She's curled up, feet tucked securely under her, and is toying absently with the straw in her smoothie. Every now and again she breaks from her troubled musing long enough to take a sip. It's pineapple. It tastes like home.
OOC: Telepaths/readers/anyone who can sense emotions be forewarned: Sariel's radiating concern and agitation. There's no harmful or violent intent beneath it (this's Sariel, after all) she's just an upset, brooding ensign at the moment.
She's looking more than thoughtful, more than pensive; try downright brooding as she reaches Bar and quietly orders a fruit smoothie. The drink appears, thanks are murmured, and soon after she's in an armchair to one side of the fire. It's the one that has a front right leg shorter than it's fellows by a quarter inch, the one that wobbles. It's occupant doesn't seem bothered, however--doubtful that she's even noticed, in her current state of mind. She's curled up, feet tucked securely under her, and is toying absently with the straw in her smoothie. Every now and again she breaks from her troubled musing long enough to take a sip. It's pineapple. It tastes like home.
OOC: Telepaths/readers/anyone who can sense emotions be forewarned: Sariel's radiating concern and agitation. There's no harmful or violent intent beneath it (this's Sariel, after all) she's just an upset, brooding ensign at the moment.
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Apr. 20th, 2007 06:51 amtwiceahero.livejournal.comThis morning Barbara has not just coffee, but toast as well. It's... remarkably boring toast, but the fact that she's eating at all stands out a bit.
Instead of her usual morning book, she has a holographic display above her table (it's harder to get crumbs on light than on paper). The title, displayed at the top of the viewing window, seems to be On the Feasibility of Merging Temporal Forks. It must be pretty engrossing seeing as how Barbara's been eating that same piece of toast for half an hour now.
Instead of her usual morning book, she has a holographic display above her table (it's harder to get crumbs on light than on paper). The title, displayed at the top of the viewing window, seems to be On the Feasibility of Merging Temporal Forks. It must be pretty engrossing seeing as how Barbara's been eating that same piece of toast for half an hour now.
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Apr. 20th, 2007 07:41 amdust-to-order.livejournal.comSooraya had half expected to find out that the place was a dream, when she woke the next morning.
It's been a few days. .
She comes down from her room on the morning, her plan to offer her daily prayer and then explore the outdoors. Rachel Grey's mention of some of the more interesting people in Bar hadn't been forgotten; nor the suggestion of the woods as a training area.
A quick glance to the front door shows that it hasn't manifested. She's still Bound. It doesn't surprise her.
Breakfast is a thermos of hot soup, to be consumed after the morning rite. She strides gracefully across the bar to the lake door.
It's been a few days. .
She comes down from her room on the morning, her plan to offer her daily prayer and then explore the outdoors. Rachel Grey's mention of some of the more interesting people in Bar hadn't been forgotten; nor the suggestion of the woods as a training area.
A quick glance to the front door shows that it hasn't manifested. She's still Bound. It doesn't surprise her.
Breakfast is a thermos of hot soup, to be consumed after the morning rite. She strides gracefully across the bar to the lake door.
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Apr. 20th, 2007 08:32 amfran-goldsmith.livejournal.comFran's been in her room upstairs, recovering slowly but steadily. Now, she's downstairs, at Bar. The 'magical chunk of wood' presents her with a small bowl of cereal and some juice before she even opens her mouth to order.
She's still not up to winning an argument with said Bar, if anyone ever does.
So, breakfast, and then take the rest of the day a bit at a time.
She also leaves a
( note ) for Guppy Sandhu.
She'll be around most of the day, indoors, should anyone want to poke at her.
*mun's home was hit with power outages from nor'easter winds. No computer, let alone 'Net! I do apologize for vanishing like that.
She's still not up to winning an argument with said Bar, if anyone ever does.
So, breakfast, and then take the rest of the day a bit at a time.
She also leaves a
( note ) for Guppy Sandhu. She'll be around most of the day, indoors, should anyone want to poke at her.
*mun's home was hit with power outages from nor'easter winds. No computer, let alone 'Net! I do apologize for vanishing like that.
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Apr. 20th, 2007 08:49 amthere-is-a-me.livejournal.comSometime soon, although he's not sure when exactly, Spoon will be going with his alpha and his doctor to another world. They will be fighting. It will happen. For this reason he comes through before his regular sparring session-slash-lesson with Lan to get extra time in. When he sees his teacher he'll be asking questions of the practical sort.
Before that, however, is the yoga and stretching he does to limber up enough for the hours of labour he is going to put himself through. His sword is within easy reaching distance, and his shirt is off.
The puppies are rolling about tussling with each other. Spoon isn't much fun when he's doing this because he can't talk to them and stretch at the same time.
((Smut within))
Before that, however, is the yoga and stretching he does to limber up enough for the hours of labour he is going to put himself through. His sword is within easy reaching distance, and his shirt is off.
The puppies are rolling about tussling with each other. Spoon isn't much fun when he's doing this because he can't talk to them and stretch at the same time.
((Smut within))
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Apr. 20th, 2007 09:42 amltmuldoon.livejournal.comToday when Muldoon opens the door to the bar? He's got his gun drawn and a grim expression on his face. Ready to kick some ass, take some names in-
The bar.
Simmering in anger, radiating it, he walks in briskly, takes a seat, and orders a cup of coffee.
when he goes back out there'll be hell to pay for quite a few people.
When he goes back out.
For now though, he's just going to sit and let that anger simmer.
Pardons if his glowering interrupts your day?
The bar.
Simmering in anger, radiating it, he walks in briskly, takes a seat, and orders a cup of coffee.
when he goes back out there'll be hell to pay for quite a few people.
When he goes back out.
For now though, he's just going to sit and let that anger simmer.
Pardons if his glowering interrupts your day?
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Apr. 20th, 2007 10:18 ampoisonwineToday is not one of the good days. At first, she'd thought that the memory loss had made her more cheerful.
She'd been right, in a way.
She'd also not realized that it made everything else sharper too. Dancing with Will was the most fun she'd had in a long time. At least, it felt like that.
But going up to her room, all by herself, to be alone. . .
Because that's all she's got now, herself. Sure, there were others who were kind, but they weren't. . .lost. Set adrift in an ocean of a life with only the tiniest boat.
So she'd done the obvious thing and gone downstairs. Best to be around people.
At the moment, there's a sad assassin staring morosely into the fire, a cigarette dangling negligently from her fingers.
She'd been right, in a way.
She'd also not realized that it made everything else sharper too. Dancing with Will was the most fun she'd had in a long time. At least, it felt like that.
But going up to her room, all by herself, to be alone. . .
Because that's all she's got now, herself. Sure, there were others who were kind, but they weren't. . .lost. Set adrift in an ocean of a life with only the tiniest boat.
So she'd done the obvious thing and gone downstairs. Best to be around people.
At the moment, there's a sad assassin staring morosely into the fire, a cigarette dangling negligently from her fingers.
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Apr. 20th, 2007 10:54 amgone_byebyeRay wanders into the Bar in his Green Lantern shirt and cargo pants, yawning hugely and flicking bits of dried ectoplasm out of his hair. Lucky thing the stuff turns to dust on impact once it's dry, or his life would be a lot nastier. "Bar," he says, "I need something that'll make the fact I have to go to South freaking Dakota for the Federal Bureau of Prisons worthwhile. Slimer ate all the Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs when I wasn't looking. Could you..."
And lo, there is cereal.
"Thank you, Bar. I appreciate it."
Yawning some more he trundles over to a table with a good view of the Window. Caffeine works better when taken in conjunction with the ongoing Apocalypse.
And lo, there is cereal.
"Thank you, Bar. I appreciate it."
Yawning some more he trundles over to a table with a good view of the Window. Caffeine works better when taken in conjunction with the ongoing Apocalypse.
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Apr. 20th, 2007 10:57 amold-lizard.livejournal.comChinthliss has been a mage a very long time.
Sometimes that's impressive, showy stuff; on occasion, though, one doesn't want supernatural fireworks or lightning and thunder. Subtlety takes more effort and is more impressive by anyone who really knows his world's sort of magics.
So there is an old shapechanger by the fireplace. You may or may not see him. He's cloaked
against magesight or ordinary vision. At a glance, it looks as if there's an empty chair, with a still warm plate of food on the table, oddly. Perhaps the patron had to step out for a moment?
He's got a lot on his mind, but that's not an argument against practicing other skills. If he can't manage work while distracted, well, that's not good.
Worried and yet determined not to mope describes his mood, at the moment.
Of course, he hasn't covered hiding from other senses. Yet.
Sometimes that's impressive, showy stuff; on occasion, though, one doesn't want supernatural fireworks or lightning and thunder. Subtlety takes more effort and is more impressive by anyone who really knows his world's sort of magics.
So there is an old shapechanger by the fireplace. You may or may not see him. He's cloaked
against magesight or ordinary vision. At a glance, it looks as if there's an empty chair, with a still warm plate of food on the table, oddly. Perhaps the patron had to step out for a moment?
He's got a lot on his mind, but that's not an argument against practicing other skills. If he can't manage work while distracted, well, that's not good.
Worried and yet determined not to mope describes his mood, at the moment.
Of course, he hasn't covered hiding from other senses. Yet.
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Apr. 20th, 2007 12:13 pmjedi-exile.livejournal.com[OOM: Kira wanders Coruscant. For a month. She gets to see the baby for the first time, and also...there is a heartbeat.]
Kira wanders into the bar, a holo clutched in her hand, and she grabs a table close to the entrance. A waitrat gives her a glass of water and she smiles slightly.
Very botherable.
[ooc: mun gone at two, and then...back at three, and then gone at four for a looong time. :D]
Kira wanders into the bar, a holo clutched in her hand, and she grabs a table close to the entrance. A waitrat gives her a glass of water and she smiles slightly.
Very botherable.
[ooc: mun gone at two, and then...back at three, and then gone at four for a looong time. :D]
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Apr. 20th, 2007 12:13 pmgoodbyesandusky.livejournal.comAh 'around' that fabled place where someone is when no one's seen them in a while.
Clive has been 'around'. He's been all sorts of 'around'
That might explain the grin upon finding Milliways instead of the Mother dressing rooms.
Suffice to say, happy little gothboy sitting at the bar, feather boa, skull & crossbones messenger bag full of design books and all.
Chocolate cherry milkshake, plate of nachos, totally botherable.
Clive has been 'around'. He's been all sorts of 'around'
That might explain the grin upon finding Milliways instead of the Mother dressing rooms.
Suffice to say, happy little gothboy sitting at the bar, feather boa, skull & crossbones messenger bag full of design books and all.
Chocolate cherry milkshake, plate of nachos, totally botherable.
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Apr. 20th, 2007 12:23 pmjaded-jedi.livejournal.comOmgwtf!
So a Jedi walks into a Bar. Not an ordinary Jedi, for this is the wife of Master Luke Skywalker, the one Mara Jade Skywalker!
It's been a very long time since she's been here. And...she noticed immediately...because this sure as hell isn't the Temple on Coruscant...where she was about to go to a meeting.
"Huh," she snorts, crossing her arms and stepping further in. "Long time no see."
So a Jedi walks into a Bar. Not an ordinary Jedi, for this is the wife of Master Luke Skywalker, the one Mara Jade Skywalker!
It's been a very long time since she's been here. And...she noticed immediately...because this sure as hell isn't the Temple on Coruscant...where she was about to go to a meeting.
"Huh," she snorts, crossing her arms and stepping further in. "Long time no see."
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Apr. 20th, 2007 12:38 pmblackholesandrevelationsJohn has disassembled Winona.
He got bored, you see.
And now...now he's slightly worried that he can't put it back together again. But it's clean!
But...Winona. He sighed and started to try to put things together again.
Botherable. He might wibble at you though.
He got bored, you see.
And now...now he's slightly worried that he can't put it back together again. But it's clean!
But...Winona. He sighed and started to try to put things together again.
Botherable. He might wibble at you though.
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Apr. 20th, 2007 12:59 pmturned_captainWill is not in the bar right now, nor is he practising. He's in the forge, working. There are small jobs to be done, horses to shoe, and batarangs for Steph is more or less a standing commission.
Oh yes, and he never ever runs out of swords to make. But you knew that.
Oh yes, and he never ever runs out of swords to make. But you knew that.
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Apr. 20th, 2007 01:10 pmhippodamioActions have consequences, even for kings' sons; so Hektor does his best not to wince as he finds himself in Milliways again rather than in his rooms at the Palace.
"I am sorry," he says to the Bar, bowing a little. "I have no offering for you today. I will bring you my favorite toy chariot next time, the little one with the ivory driver, if that is all right?"
Since the goddess offers him a plate of brown bread and cheese in return, and two figs besides, he guesses that this will be acceptable. He bows deeply, fist on brow, and takes the food as he goes to look for somewhere to sit where he will not have to lean back against anything.
"I am sorry," he says to the Bar, bowing a little. "I have no offering for you today. I will bring you my favorite toy chariot next time, the little one with the ivory driver, if that is all right?"
Since the goddess offers him a plate of brown bread and cheese in return, and two figs besides, he guesses that this will be acceptable. He bows deeply, fist on brow, and takes the food as he goes to look for somewhere to sit where he will not have to lean back against anything.
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Apr. 20th, 2007 01:52 pmpirate_jack[OOM: Sometimes, even when you know exactly what you want, you can get lost along the way.]
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Apr. 20th, 2007 02:02 pmpirate_jackIt's been a while. Longer than he'd expected it to be, actually-- not that Jack's particularly worried about it. There's no point in worrying over what he can't change, after all.
Besides, there's been no harm done to the Pearl in his absence. He knows every inch of canvas, every line and plank of her, and he'd have noticed anything wrong, he's sure of it.
Thus, it's a satisfied-looking Jack Sparrow who strolls through the fine spring weather and into the bar this afternoon-- and who promptly jerks to a swaying halt, black eyes widening in horrified realization.
"Oh, bugger."
Jack winces, and heads directly for Bar, already gesticulating expansively as he tells her,
"Now lass, I can explain everything--"
Besides, there's been no harm done to the Pearl in his absence. He knows every inch of canvas, every line and plank of her, and he'd have noticed anything wrong, he's sure of it.
Thus, it's a satisfied-looking Jack Sparrow who strolls through the fine spring weather and into the bar this afternoon-- and who promptly jerks to a swaying halt, black eyes widening in horrified realization.
"Oh, bugger."
Jack winces, and heads directly for Bar, already gesticulating expansively as he tells her,
"Now lass, I can explain everything--"
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Apr. 20th, 2007 02:25 pmmogget_catThere is a rock on the far side of the lake that juts out over the water. It's far enough away from the trees that it gets nearly continuous sunlight, so it is a quiet, sun-warmed place to lie when one wants to get away from the noise of the bar.
And mourn.
And mourn.
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Apr. 20th, 2007 02:33 pmqueenofmay[OOM:(Phase One: Get plastered. Have friend take care of you.)
Phase Two: Sleep it off. Have nightmares all night, day, and night. ]
There is coping.
The first two phases did not work well.
For the third, she went for a walk. But she couldn't clear her mind to meditate.
For the fourth, she is now sitting on a rock outside, watching the universe end.
She needs love. Someone come make her smile.
Phase Two: Sleep it off. Have nightmares all night, day, and night. ]
There is coping.
The first two phases did not work well.
For the third, she went for a walk. But she couldn't clear her mind to meditate.
For the fourth, she is now sitting on a rock outside, watching the universe end.
She needs love. Someone come make her smile.
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Apr. 20th, 2007 03:24 pmpolitestpirate.livejournal.comWellard was out looking over his own work and ship-building earlier today. The keel of the ship and the supplies in the shed weathered well over the winter, and soon it will be time to start working on them again.
Hence, this would be why he is going over the plans, with a stack of books on the table next to him. He is muttering over some of the measurements, and occasionally looking through the book on carpentry. Sailing he knows, designing he can figure- but the wood-working part he is still learning, even while putting it into practice.
If you know about such things, feel free to comment. If you do not, feel free to comment anyways.
Hence, this would be why he is going over the plans, with a stack of books on the table next to him. He is muttering over some of the measurements, and occasionally looking through the book on carpentry. Sailing he knows, designing he can figure- but the wood-working part he is still learning, even while putting it into practice.
If you know about such things, feel free to comment. If you do not, feel free to comment anyways.
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Apr. 20th, 2007 03:26 pmlonglonghairRapunzel has gone about three days without cutting her hair. That means that it is currently about 24 feet long! She still has a way to go before it reaches her full length, but she is sitting placidly enough in a booth, with her hair coiled on the seat beside her.
She has notebook nearby half full of notes and doodles and sketches, and a plate of pasta in front of her, with a nice tall beer to go with it.
She'd welcome company, since walking around has gotten to be a bit of a pain, at this point.
[ooc: Mun warns that slowtime is a probability, and I might disappear for a couple of hours, later. Feel free to tag away, and I'll get around to tagging any and all!]]
She has notebook nearby half full of notes and doodles and sketches, and a plate of pasta in front of her, with a nice tall beer to go with it.
She'd welcome company, since walking around has gotten to be a bit of a pain, at this point.
[ooc: Mun warns that slowtime is a probability, and I might disappear for a couple of hours, later. Feel free to tag away, and I'll get around to tagging any and all!]]
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Apr. 20th, 2007 03:33 pmhatchingviper.livejournal.comThe door opens, and Director Wesker goes back to being Deitmar.
"Oh, damn," he says as the door closes.
No, no. The problem is that the door opened in the wrong place. He's going to be back in the residence hall when he goes through; he didn't want them to start in the residence hall.
He puts down the things he was carrying for a moment, slipping his lab coat off and stashing it among everything else, and looking thoughtfully around at the bar. He really, really doesn't want to go back now that he's here. Not even for the time it would take to get to the other door and start off from a more strategic location.
. . . oh, just give him an excuse to put off deciding to go back and try the other door?
"Oh, damn," he says as the door closes.
No, no. The problem is that the door opened in the wrong place. He's going to be back in the residence hall when he goes through; he didn't want them to start in the residence hall.
He puts down the things he was carrying for a moment, slipping his lab coat off and stashing it among everything else, and looking thoughtfully around at the bar. He really, really doesn't want to go back now that he's here. Not even for the time it would take to get to the other door and start off from a more strategic location.
. . . oh, just give him an excuse to put off deciding to go back and try the other door?
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Apr. 20th, 2007 03:45 pmmallory-grace.livejournal.comMallory has got her epee beside her, resting beside her face guard. Currently she isn't using either one, but sitting on a rock jutting out over the lake, feet dangling just over the water.
She is thinking Deep Thoughts...or not. Mostly, she's just enjoying the end of a nice day.
Feel free to come and join her--she could use a friend.
[ooc: Mun warns that slowtime is a probability, and I might disappear for a couple of hours, later. Feel free to tag away, and I'll get around to tagging any and all!]]
She is thinking Deep Thoughts...or not. Mostly, she's just enjoying the end of a nice day.
Feel free to come and join her--she could use a friend.
[ooc: Mun warns that slowtime is a probability, and I might disappear for a couple of hours, later. Feel free to tag away, and I'll get around to tagging any and all!]]
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Apr. 20th, 2007 03:57 pmgorgonfondnessThings have still been sort of up and down for Mia, but this is one of the up times.
So the young Guildmaster is sitting at a table, idly playing with one of the two gorgon dolls with her.
She'll probably be eating soon, but right now, she's content.
Life is good.
Come join her.
So the young Guildmaster is sitting at a table, idly playing with one of the two gorgon dolls with her.
She'll probably be eating soon, but right now, she's content.
Life is good.
Come join her.
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Apr. 20th, 2007 06:04 pmred-cg-insanity.livejournal.comHex had found a nice place to sit, a very nice place to sit, no people, no Bob, no Matrix. She wasn't happy at all, but not as mad as she had been a few days ago. She was reading something the bar had given her, a user book. It was thin, and it was about the size of the paper the users used to leave notes. It was entitled Anita Blake: Sinful Pleasures.
Hex was having a hard time with the slang, but otherwise she liked it, considering she didn't understand the Vampire thing, it all sounded like the Net creatures. She sat with her feet propped up on another chair near the observation window. She had a stack of the readme files, curious though they were, and an energy shake on the table.
Hex was having a hard time with the slang, but otherwise she liked it, considering she didn't understand the Vampire thing, it all sounded like the Net creatures. She sat with her feet propped up on another chair near the observation window. She had a stack of the readme files, curious though they were, and an energy shake on the table.
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Apr. 20th, 2007 06:48 pmunwraith.livejournal.com[OOM:In another galaxy,final preparations are made]
Michael'd hoped to find the door into Milliways this time. He looks around, as he enters. He has a( note ) of sorts for Rachel Grey. He shrugs, and deposits it with the Bar. He could just tell her, and would, but the formalities needn't be ignored.
That done, he finds a table for the evening, no work in sight this time.
*(*thread for Rachel at that post, to be slowtimed as necessary. We're not plotlocked here, should anyone care to tag)
Michael'd hoped to find the door into Milliways this time. He looks around, as he enters. He has a
( note ) of sorts for Rachel Grey. He shrugs, and deposits it with the Bar. He could just tell her, and would, but the formalities needn't be ignored. That done, he finds a table for the evening, no work in sight this time.
*(*thread for Rachel at that post, to be slowtimed as necessary. We're not plotlocked here, should anyone care to tag)
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Apr. 20th, 2007 06:51 pmcommand_dot_comAway in a side booth, Dot has a vid-window up. She's finally gotten Bob's surprise party down and even has a birthday gift for him, which while it may not be useful, will be very fun. Idly she munches on some widgets with her shake, just a light snack before filling out the last of the food orders and heading back to the office.
Come forth and bother, the green lady isn't going to bite.
Come forth and bother, the green lady isn't going to bite.
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Apr. 20th, 2007 07:03 pmargyle_princessIt's been an odd week for Hannah. She stayed home from school on Monday, watching old movies with her mother. She spent Tuesday wishing she had stayed home, fielding questions from her classmates about what happened in DC. After about an hour, she settled on an official answer of, "I really wasn't there for most of it, and I'm kinda not allowed to talk about it, anyway. Sorry."
By Thursday, people actually believed that she really wasn't gonna talk about it. By Friday, most people had moved on to the next hot topic, namely, that Christian dumped Jess for Morgan, of all people, if you can believe it. (Hannah could believe it; she just didn't care.)
She wasn't sure how she'd feel about coming back to the bar after her last (rather extended) visit. But she's actually happy to be here.
As evidenced by the sudden, rather bright smile.
By Thursday, people actually believed that she really wasn't gonna talk about it. By Friday, most people had moved on to the next hot topic, namely, that Christian dumped Jess for Morgan, of all people, if you can believe it. (Hannah could believe it; she just didn't care.)
She wasn't sure how she'd feel about coming back to the bar after her last (rather extended) visit. But she's actually happy to be here.
As evidenced by the sudden, rather bright smile.
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Apr. 20th, 2007 07:32 pm7twistedwishesAnd lo, the businesswoman is at the bar, and definitely seeming extremely bored at the paperwork in front of her; that quickly disappearing long island iced tea is receiving much more attention.
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Apr. 20th, 2007 07:45 pmtwistedhealer.livejournal.comThere is a tall, dark woman standing with view of the Window. She watches the death of the universe, over and over. It is stunning. It is lovely. It is nearly enough for her to cease planning. Nearly.
A cup of coffee is held in one long-fingered, elegant hand.
A cup of coffee is held in one long-fingered, elegant hand.
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Apr. 20th, 2007 08:05 pmazure-mercy.livejournal.comThe sun is setting, and Zhaan's out in the woods - almost in demon-bunny territory. She found a very secluded clearing where she can meditate in private. Of course, she could do so in her room, but traditionally this kind of meditation is supposed to be done outside, under the sky and among the trees.
Also, without clothes on. It's not particularly embarrassing for her when someone stumbles upon her this way - although it is a bit irritating when they break her concentration - but most cultures aren't as relaxed and sensible about nudity as Delvians are.
She's managed to complete her meditation without being interrupted this time. Which means she is not going to be upsetting anyone's sensibilities today.
Or maybe her luck won't go quite that far...
Also, without clothes on. It's not particularly embarrassing for her when someone stumbles upon her this way - although it is a bit irritating when they break her concentration - but most cultures aren't as relaxed and sensible about nudity as Delvians are.
She's managed to complete her meditation without being interrupted this time. Which means she is not going to be upsetting anyone's sensibilities today.
Or maybe her luck won't go quite that far...
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Apr. 20th, 2007 08:11 pmkillitwithfireOnce again, Axel's got himself a prime seat by the fire. Nothing unusual about this.
What is slightly atypical is the pot of some hot drink - coffee, tea, chocolate? - sitting by him. He's got a steaming mug himself, which is slightly less unusual.
What is slightly atypical is the pot of some hot drink - coffee, tea, chocolate? - sitting by him. He's got a steaming mug himself, which is slightly less unusual.
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Apr. 20th, 2007 08:21 pmdark-ex-watcher.livejournal.comIt took Wesley another day in Asar-Suti's Library, but he's discovered another passage in the Scrolls of Marius very much like the one he found before.
"What I find most satisfying, Mr. Wyndham-Pryce, is that you have no way of knowing precisely when these words were written. Have they been part of this manuscript from the beginning (and yet, somehow, never merited even a single comment by any scholar)? Perhaps they have lain hidden all these years until one of your blood tried to read them. A tantalizing thought, do you not think...?"
....And there's a quite a bit more taunting after that. But still nothing obvious to suggest who this mysterious writer might be.
Wesley knows perfectly well that the mocking tone is intended to get at him, but try as he might, he can't prevent it from doing just that. Who would have gone to such trouble? And to what end?
Questions, questions, Wesley has plenty of those, but not a single answer. And so, here he is, back down in the bar, taking a break from it all with the help of a glass of Lagavulin.
[ooc: must slowtime, but tags are welcome!]
"What I find most satisfying, Mr. Wyndham-Pryce, is that you have no way of knowing precisely when these words were written. Have they been part of this manuscript from the beginning (and yet, somehow, never merited even a single comment by any scholar)? Perhaps they have lain hidden all these years until one of your blood tried to read them. A tantalizing thought, do you not think...?"
....And there's a quite a bit more taunting after that. But still nothing obvious to suggest who this mysterious writer might be.
Wesley knows perfectly well that the mocking tone is intended to get at him, but try as he might, he can't prevent it from doing just that. Who would have gone to such trouble? And to what end?
Questions, questions, Wesley has plenty of those, but not a single answer. And so, here he is, back down in the bar, taking a break from it all with the help of a glass of Lagavulin.
[ooc: must slowtime, but tags are welcome!]
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Apr. 20th, 2007 08:46 pmthemerlinMerlin smiled as he stepped into the bar from the back area. He had been walking, and flying, and was content this even, though it didn't take long for reality, and some of what had happened recently to come back to him.
He sighed and then sank into a chair at a table, ordering a large beer from a wait rat, and allowing a small whirl of magic to float from his hand, changing a small speck of dust to a little mirror. He stared at it, then waved a hand over it, summoning an image of YT, as he spoke the spell to do so.
He stared at her, thinking of her eyes and her smile, and of her words. No conclusions came to him and he shook his head.
When the wait rat brought his drink, he smiled faintly and settled back to think, and possibly brood.
He sighed and then sank into a chair at a table, ordering a large beer from a wait rat, and allowing a small whirl of magic to float from his hand, changing a small speck of dust to a little mirror. He stared at it, then waved a hand over it, summoning an image of YT, as he spoke the spell to do so.
He stared at her, thinking of her eyes and her smile, and of her words. No conclusions came to him and he shook his head.
When the wait rat brought his drink, he smiled faintly and settled back to think, and possibly brood.
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Apr. 20th, 2007 08:50 pmwill_scarlettWill is thoughtful and quiet, watching patrons move in and out, thinking of Marian's pain and training Hellboy, of training his own temper and not fighting anymore. Thoughts of Kara are farther away today, for in the darkness of the woods, Will found his core again, a strong and good man who fears the day when he will be called for all his actions and found wanting.
She is part of that wanting, that lack in a peasant who strives and fights to keep his home safe though it means fighting against a world that should protect him. A mug of ale is before him all but forgotten, as he spins and plays with a silver penny, his thoughts far away in the darkness of Nottingham castle and the green light of Sherwood.
Come ask him how he makes the penny spin so fast and so high.
She is part of that wanting, that lack in a peasant who strives and fights to keep his home safe though it means fighting against a world that should protect him. A mug of ale is before him all but forgotten, as he spins and plays with a silver penny, his thoughts far away in the darkness of Nottingham castle and the green light of Sherwood.
Come ask him how he makes the penny spin so fast and so high.
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Apr. 20th, 2007 08:51 pm1st_starfighterAlex was wading along the lake's edge, enjoying a night of cool winds after a long day. He was happy, and smiling, not thinking about Doors, or home, or people, or life anywhere but here at Milliways. The water lapped about him gently, and it made him grin and splash at it, letting fingers roll through the liquid. Sometimes, he wondered if he would not be happier just living on the waters. They called to him sometimes, and he glanced every now and then with some envy at the ship that was anchored out in the lake. How would it be to live as a traveler on oceans?
He smiled as he walked, splashing and thinking.
He smiled as he walked, splashing and thinking.
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Apr. 20th, 2007 09:01 pminquisitiveheroHenry stepped in from outside, having spent the day away from people, brooding, thinking, and climbing trees. He had capped it with a swim in the lake and he was only now dry enough from the now set sun, that he felt like stepping inside. With dried clothing and an almost smile on his face, he walked in and bounced over to Bar, placing a hand gently on her top.
"My dear lady, may I have a glass of your most scintillating sassafras and sarsaparilla juice and a copy of Dickens' classics?"
A tall glass of frothy root beer pops up and he grins wide as he takes a long sip.
"Now that, my dear, is the essence of sweetness. My deepest thanks!"
With a pat on her top again, he wanders off to a booth and settles in to read an old friend.
"My dear lady, may I have a glass of your most scintillating sassafras and sarsaparilla juice and a copy of Dickens' classics?"
A tall glass of frothy root beer pops up and he grins wide as he takes a long sip.
"Now that, my dear, is the essence of sweetness. My deepest thanks!"
With a pat on her top again, he wanders off to a booth and settles in to read an old friend.
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Apr. 20th, 2007 09:13 pmchosenhope.livejournal.com[before milliways]
"Oh," says Takeru 'TK' Takaishi as he steps through the door. "I didn't think home changed this much..."
He's small, and he looks round and up (and up) in wonder, because no, this definitely isn't anywhere in Tokyo. At least, nowhere he's been, and nowhere he'd like to go for at least another ten years.
He reaches up and takes off his hat as he stares, clutching it in his hands a little nervously.
And when he notices the Observation Window -- he brightens.
"Oh! Am I back in DigiWorld? Patamon! Are you here, Patamon?"
"Oh," says Takeru 'TK' Takaishi as he steps through the door. "I didn't think home changed this much..."
He's small, and he looks round and up (and up) in wonder, because no, this definitely isn't anywhere in Tokyo. At least, nowhere he's been, and nowhere he'd like to go for at least another ten years.
He reaches up and takes off his hat as he stares, clutching it in his hands a little nervously.
And when he notices the Observation Window -- he brightens.
"Oh! Am I back in DigiWorld? Patamon! Are you here, Patamon?"
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Apr. 20th, 2007 09:14 pmwatching_youVeronica sits by the Observation Window, ignoring the crowds of the bar in favour of the swirling stars.
She leans back in one chair with her feet up on another, and winds a little twist of pink ribbon about the fingers of one hand. Absently, she plays with it, coiling it about one finger or another, tying it in knots and untying it, running her thumb over its frayed edges.
All the while, whenever it is free, her other hand taps a steady beat on the table top: the noise is like a pulse, or like clockwork, and her fingers jerk to it as though they have some personal vendetta with the furniture.
She leans back in one chair with her feet up on another, and winds a little twist of pink ribbon about the fingers of one hand. Absently, she plays with it, coiling it about one finger or another, tying it in knots and untying it, running her thumb over its frayed edges.
All the while, whenever it is free, her other hand taps a steady beat on the table top: the noise is like a pulse, or like clockwork, and her fingers jerk to it as though they have some personal vendetta with the furniture.
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Apr. 20th, 2007 10:21 pmcallsignhusker"A going out in spirit," he said, and looked at me as though he expected me to understand what he meant. I didn't know what he meant. The disappointment was too much for him, and I did not hear from him for ten years. I couldn't really call it a letter. More like he took a scrap of paper and shoved it in an envelope. On the piece of paper he had written, What have you done with yourself? I decided not to answer. There was a return address. It had been postmarked from a place near Kobol College on Gemenon. When I looked him up later I found out that he had taken a position as a professor of ethics. Some ethics, I thought, and filed the note away in the letter box.
There are plenty of books that Bill Adama hasn't read recently; there are only a few in his personal library that he hasn't read at all. The idea was to ration them out slowly -- a few pages a day -- except now he remembers why he hadn't read this particular one sooner.
The detachment of the narrator irked him two years ago, when he got the book. Now it makes him angry.
In his booth, Adama takes off his glasses and rubs his hand over his face. Before he can stop the thought: I'm too old for this.
He closes the book and takes a seat over at the bar, ordering -- a little stiffly -- a gill of golden.
There are plenty of books that Bill Adama hasn't read recently; there are only a few in his personal library that he hasn't read at all. The idea was to ration them out slowly -- a few pages a day -- except now he remembers why he hadn't read this particular one sooner.
The detachment of the narrator irked him two years ago, when he got the book. Now it makes him angry.
In his booth, Adama takes off his glasses and rubs his hand over his face. Before he can stop the thought: I'm too old for this.
He closes the book and takes a seat over at the bar, ordering -- a little stiffly -- a gill of golden.
