May. 3rd, 2007
Still here.
May. 3rd, 2007 12:04 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
gothymcgoth.livejournal.comShe'd found a place to sleep last night, thanks to various helpful peoples. But now she finds herself pacing back and forth where she came in, her eyes darting this way and that, and even occaisonally tapping on the wall. <i>It was right here, I swear it!</i>
And finally she steps back, arms crossed under her chest, glaring at the blank piece of wall. "So, where's the freaking door?"
And finally she steps back, arms crossed under her chest, glaring at the blank piece of wall. "So, where's the freaking door?"
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May. 3rd, 2007 02:47 amsign-seeker.livejournal.com[OOM: After the Summer Country's unexpected and unwelcome visitor, the Old Ones and the regent take stock of the situation.]
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May. 3rd, 2007 10:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
visible_sarielWhen Sariel walks through the door today, she's yawning, blinking every now and again, and looking decidedly... well, a little more than tired, at least. Looks like someone got stuck on gamma shift again. She'll acclimate after a few more days, but for now, she's a bleary pilot.
"Oh, great; in my quarters *again*. At least I can get some sleep here." the coconut smoothie she collects from Bar a minute later isn't likely to help with the sleeping bit, but at least there's no caffeine in the thing. For the moment she's seated at one end of an unoccupied sofa. She might progress to curling up in a few minutes, if no one else sits down.
Bother at will. She'll share that smoothie, if company is coconut-inclined.
"Oh, great; in my quarters *again*. At least I can get some sleep here." the coconut smoothie she collects from Bar a minute later isn't likely to help with the sleeping bit, but at least there's no caffeine in the thing. For the moment she's seated at one end of an unoccupied sofa. She might progress to curling up in a few minutes, if no one else sits down.
Bother at will. She'll share that smoothie, if company is coconut-inclined.
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May. 3rd, 2007 11:18 amgoodbyesandusky.livejournal.comWell wouldja look at that? The boy cleaned up nice sometimes, wearing the pinstripe jacket that Sally had made for him, as well as his favored tophat. He'd been going to a meeting.
Though the blinking as he adjusted from bright outside to not-so-bright inside was probably a dead giveaway that his meeting wasn't here.
He grinned all the same, practically bounding across the room to Bar, swinging himself up in a seat and giving her a pat, "Chocolate cherry shake, nachos, you know what I like."
He dug in as soon as the food appeared, meetings made him nervous and any reason to postpone one was good in his book.
Though the blinking as he adjusted from bright outside to not-so-bright inside was probably a dead giveaway that his meeting wasn't here.
He grinned all the same, practically bounding across the room to Bar, swinging himself up in a seat and giving her a pat, "Chocolate cherry shake, nachos, you know what I like."
He dug in as soon as the food appeared, meetings made him nervous and any reason to postpone one was good in his book.
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May. 3rd, 2007 11:32 amdats-dildoes.livejournal.comBlonde rockstar? Check.
Guitar? Check.
Amp plugged in? Check.
Rockstar-sized sulk on? Double check.
At least he was well and away from anything terribly fragile? Maybe? he was off in a corner at any rate, feet propped up on a table, one eye closed while he played.
And the amp wasn't all the way up, just most of the way.
Guitar? Check.
Amp plugged in? Check.
Rockstar-sized sulk on? Double check.
At least he was well and away from anything terribly fragile? Maybe? he was off in a corner at any rate, feet propped up on a table, one eye closed while he played.
And the amp wasn't all the way up, just most of the way.
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May. 3rd, 2007 12:20 pmunderwater-owl.livejournal.comDear Ramon, goes the letter. It's all political.
So Random's in the bar, with a glass of scotch and his walking-boots on, ready to go. Sitting, staring at the door, bracing himself. For the first 'family fun time' he's had in, well, a year now, isn't it?
This is going to be deeply, fundamentally screwed up.
So Random's in the bar, with a glass of scotch and his walking-boots on, ready to go. Sitting, staring at the door, bracing himself. For the first 'family fun time' he's had in, well, a year now, isn't it?
This is going to be deeply, fundamentally screwed up.
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May. 3rd, 2007 01:36 pmblue-star-badge.livejournal.comReading am seriouse bizness.
That would be why Adric looked so grim.
Well, no, that was because he'd just gotten to the bit with the trolls in the Hobbit and he was the kind of person who got really into the story.
Which in turn would be why Spoon had gone off to get him a snack, since he hadn't eaten since breakfast and clearly wasn't going to until he'd finished the book.
And probably the other three sitting on the table next to his chair.
Feel free to notice the intently reading Adric by the fire, or the Mostly Clockwork dragon on his quest.
That would be why Adric looked so grim.
Well, no, that was because he'd just gotten to the bit with the trolls in the Hobbit and he was the kind of person who got really into the story.
Which in turn would be why Spoon had gone off to get him a snack, since he hadn't eaten since breakfast and clearly wasn't going to until he'd finished the book.
And probably the other three sitting on the table next to his chair.
Feel free to notice the intently reading Adric by the fire, or the Mostly Clockwork dragon on his quest.
Don't Call Me Grasshopper
May. 3rd, 2007 03:09 pmfeminine-menace.livejournal.comYT's outside by the lake, practicing some of the martial arts forms Steph's been teaching her. They're nothing fancy, just basic stuff appropriate to a student at YT's level, which is probably white belt at best.
She seems to be getting the hang of the forms, but once or twice in almost every sequence she does something clumsy or just plain wrong. And being the kind of person she is, she's going to keep on practicing until she either gets it right, or drops from exhaustion, whichever comes first. Right now it seems like 'drops from exhaustion' is in the lead.
Maybe someone ought to distract YT before she hurts herself.
She seems to be getting the hang of the forms, but once or twice in almost every sequence she does something clumsy or just plain wrong. And being the kind of person she is, she's going to keep on practicing until she either gets it right, or drops from exhaustion, whichever comes first. Right now it seems like 'drops from exhaustion' is in the lead.
Maybe someone ought to distract YT before she hurts herself.
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May. 3rd, 2007 04:45 pmnosafetynet.livejournal.comTy Lee props her chin on her hands, dejectedly looking out through the lone window of the inn as rain sheets down.
"It's just rain," she complains quietly. "I don't see why we have to stay in here-- it's an adventure, walking in the rain!"
Without looking over at her, or allowing much expression into her voice, Mai points out, "Everything is an adventure for you, Ty Lee." She sighs, "Though I do admit that this place is almost as boring as Omashu."
"We can fix that!" Ty Lee claps her hands together excitedly and jumps from her seat, beckoning for her friend to follow her. "Things are only boring if you let them be!"
Mai stands up, it's not like there's anything better to do, "You remember what happened last time you decided to 'make things less boring'?"
"Yes," Ty Lee says, and turns a neat cartwheel to hide her grin. "It was very exciting. Come on, then, let's go--"
She seizes her friend's hand and marches through the entrance to the inn's kitchen.
"--Mai," Ty Lee says after a long pause as the two girls take in their surroundings. "What happened to the kitchen?"
"It's just rain," she complains quietly. "I don't see why we have to stay in here-- it's an adventure, walking in the rain!"
Without looking over at her, or allowing much expression into her voice, Mai points out, "Everything is an adventure for you, Ty Lee." She sighs, "Though I do admit that this place is almost as boring as Omashu."
"We can fix that!" Ty Lee claps her hands together excitedly and jumps from her seat, beckoning for her friend to follow her. "Things are only boring if you let them be!"
Mai stands up, it's not like there's anything better to do, "You remember what happened last time you decided to 'make things less boring'?"
"Yes," Ty Lee says, and turns a neat cartwheel to hide her grin. "It was very exciting. Come on, then, let's go--"
She seizes her friend's hand and marches through the entrance to the inn's kitchen.
"--Mai," Ty Lee says after a long pause as the two girls take in their surroundings. "What happened to the kitchen?"
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May. 3rd, 2007 06:17 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/Jack of the Frost stumbles into the bar, as though at a run, then pauses and bursts into laughter, like he's just come from somewhere totally ridiculous and he's not telling you where.
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May. 3rd, 2007 07:50 pmchosenhope.livejournal.comMatt hadn't believed about the magic bar. TK had told him, when he met up with him; had talked in great detail about the brilliant chocolate milkshake and the girl who could do magic and the lady who was interested in the Digital World. But Matt thought he was making it up, and talked about other stuff, and almost made TK forget.
He remembers a week later, though, when he walks through the door and ends up here again instead of in his bedroom.
Brightening, he moves a little bit away from the door, then stops to think. Does he want another milkshake? Or does he want to see what's upstairs? Or does he want to explore outside?
This is a crucial decision, which explains why he's still standing deep in thought just a few steps inside the bar.
He remembers a week later, though, when he walks through the door and ends up here again instead of in his bedroom.
Brightening, he moves a little bit away from the door, then stops to think. Does he want another milkshake? Or does he want to see what's upstairs? Or does he want to explore outside?
This is a crucial decision, which explains why he's still standing deep in thought just a few steps inside the bar.
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May. 3rd, 2007 08:32 pm7twistedwishesScarlet is at the bar again, and this time without any paperwork; it seems to be her free night, and most likely she has plans to enjoy it.
Maybe you are part of those plans. If you dare.
Maybe you are part of those plans. If you dare.
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May. 3rd, 2007 08:40 pmthe_seafarerSpring brings with it melting ice and green, growing things--the one which is very fine indeed for a boat and the other which is not. Though she'd spent the winter in the lee of the Black Pearl, the Hope is in need of work--leaks that need to be tarred, paint that is flaking, sails that want mending.
It's this last that Caspian has brought inside to work on, after a day spent hauling the boat ashore and going over the damage done, and his hands still smell a little of the tar he'd been using to plug leaks. He has the Hope's jib, piled at his feet, and is going over the canvas with a careful eye, searching for tears and wearing.
There's tea on the table near him, but it's cooling. He's busy, after all.
He's also blissfully unaware of any conversations that may have occured.
This is probably for the best.
It's this last that Caspian has brought inside to work on, after a day spent hauling the boat ashore and going over the damage done, and his hands still smell a little of the tar he'd been using to plug leaks. He has the Hope's jib, piled at his feet, and is going over the canvas with a careful eye, searching for tears and wearing.
There's tea on the table near him, but it's cooling. He's busy, after all.
He's also blissfully unaware of any conversations that may have occured.
This is probably for the best.
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May. 3rd, 2007 08:42 pmprincess-midna.livejournal.comAfter a long and dramatic night, Midna sits by herself in her own little corner of the bar. Sitting on one of the stools as she idly stirs a spoon in a mug of chicken broth.
She releases a slow breath as she closes her eyes. Hiding something, perhaps. Containing something.
Midna takes a deliberate swallow as she opens her sunset-colored eyes. Watching her spoon as she slowly stirs the broth.
She releases a slow breath as she closes her eyes. Hiding something, perhaps. Containing something.
Midna takes a deliberate swallow as she opens her sunset-colored eyes. Watching her spoon as she slowly stirs the broth.
Paul and Jaelle Hitch a Ride
May. 3rd, 2007 08:44 pmpwyll_twiceborn[OOM: On the beach of the Anor Lisen, Paul and Jaelle encounter first each other, and then a long-dead mage.
Jaelle makes a joke. Paul makes a promise. It's a memorable night for all concerned.]
Jaelle makes a joke. Paul makes a promise. It's a memorable night for all concerned.]
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May. 3rd, 2007 08:51 pmpwyll_twicebornIt's on the second day aboard Amairgen's ship when Paul pushes open the half-visible door of the hold, hearing the steps of invisible sailors behind him, and finds himself in Milliways.
There will be another day before they reach their destination. He has time.
(The fact that there is neither coffee, nor anything resembling restroom facilities on their ghostly transport may be a factor in his decision to stay as well.)
He takes a seat at a table, orders a cup of coffee and looks around, watching the bar.
He knows that Galadan is here, after all - and after his promise to Amairgen, he has more reason than ever not to wish to encounter him just yet. Not in this place.
There will be another day before they reach their destination. He has time.
(The fact that there is neither coffee, nor anything resembling restroom facilities on their ghostly transport may be a factor in his decision to stay as well.)
He takes a seat at a table, orders a cup of coffee and looks around, watching the bar.
He knows that Galadan is here, after all - and after his promise to Amairgen, he has more reason than ever not to wish to encounter him just yet. Not in this place.
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May. 3rd, 2007 09:00 pmgil-whimple.livejournal.comSunny spring mornings were favourite times. Especially sunny spring mornings after about a billion breakfast had been prepared and cleared up after. Gil saw to it that the rats were fed then trotted outside to see the sun and wash away the smell of bacon fat in the lake.
Towel in one hand, special dog shampoo in the other [if it worked on poodles it was good enough for him] he went to the bank and looked around before taking off his apron.
Towel in one hand, special dog shampoo in the other [if it worked on poodles it was good enough for him] he went to the bank and looked around before taking off his apron.
mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.comRyan is very close to drunk. He has no excuses for it other then he got fired. He's not sure why they didn't understand why they didn't just understand why he did what he did.. He was only protecting them. He goes to order his next drink from Bar.. He's not able to get one..
"What my tab too High?"
He lays his credit card on the bar's surface to see if that will help
"Come on, One more"
"What my tab too High?"
He lays his credit card on the bar's surface to see if that will help
"Come on, One more"
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May. 3rd, 2007 10:36 pmdust-to-order.livejournal.com(slightly millitimed to this afternoon, half an hour or so before sunset)
Sooraya had listened to Annie Wells, hadn't by any means ignored the warnings. She'd seen too many people, including 'superhumans', bleed and then die to think that she was invulnerable. "Not as easy to hurt", perhaps, if she knew that a situation was dangerous.
The thing is?
After a late night that featured dreams of her home, and not at all pleasant or hopeful dreaming, she couldn't easily take Milliways' confines. She needed to be away from anyplace that was inside four walls. Sleep was NOT something she wanted again, until she could burn off some of the energy (and raw nerves/temper) that had taken ahold of her.
So she turned away, walking outside, as far as she could go, following the lakeshore before she came to an area where it bordered the woods. The sun was low on the horizon, reds and pinks staining the few clouds. She kept one eye on it as she moved.
She couldn't have said she was looking for something specific, even if asked...but she was looking. Or perhaps simply wandering, because she could.
Sooraya had listened to Annie Wells, hadn't by any means ignored the warnings. She'd seen too many people, including 'superhumans', bleed and then die to think that she was invulnerable. "Not as easy to hurt", perhaps, if she knew that a situation was dangerous.
The thing is?
After a late night that featured dreams of her home, and not at all pleasant or hopeful dreaming, she couldn't easily take Milliways' confines. She needed to be away from anyplace that was inside four walls. Sleep was NOT something she wanted again, until she could burn off some of the energy (and raw nerves/temper) that had taken ahold of her.
So she turned away, walking outside, as far as she could go, following the lakeshore before she came to an area where it bordered the woods. The sun was low on the horizon, reds and pinks staining the few clouds. She kept one eye on it as she moved.
She couldn't have said she was looking for something specific, even if asked...but she was looking. Or perhaps simply wandering, because she could.
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May. 3rd, 2007 10:46 pmsimon_doctorHere's a face we haven't seen in here in a while.
Simon Tam's sitting by the bar, studying his datareader and sipping a tall glass of iced green tea.
Simon Tam's sitting by the bar, studying his datareader and sipping a tall glass of iced green tea.
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May. 3rd, 2007 11:18 pmgiftedthom.livejournal.com*Thom looks around expectantly, stepping into the bar through the back door. He sits down and hooks his arms over the chair back behind him, expression fading into a slight, crooked smile.*
