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action-antihero.livejournal.com[OOM: CTU gets a lead on where the last nuke and the people behind it might be. Unfortunately, they're wrong.]
Jun. 11th, 2007
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Jun. 11th, 2007 09:54 amvenemous-driver.livejournal.comShe's been in for a while, long enough to accept that this isn't a hallucination. You can't fall asleep and wake up in a dream, so why should that be true for a hallucination? Which means she's stuck at some random bar at the end of the universe. Lovely.
On the plus side, Bar's provided her with clothes that eerily match her regular style (how did the thing know?), and the food and drink, she's discovered, is exceptional. Still doesn't negate the whole being trapped thing, but at least the accommodations add comfort to the prison she's found herself in.
Today, she's sitting at the bar, half people watching, half staring bored at the bar counter top. What else can you do in a prison?
On the plus side, Bar's provided her with clothes that eerily match her regular style (how did the thing know?), and the food and drink, she's discovered, is exceptional. Still doesn't negate the whole being trapped thing, but at least the accommodations add comfort to the prison she's found herself in.
Today, she's sitting at the bar, half people watching, half staring bored at the bar counter top. What else can you do in a prison?
First Breakfast at Milliways
Jun. 11th, 2007 10:40 amlady-detective.livejournal.comLast night I dreamt that I was looking for Simon in a city that both was and was not Partington. I always knew he was close by and sometimes even caught glimpses of him up ahead, but I could never manage to find him - only get more and more lost in the twisted, deserted streets of the city as I'd dreamed it.
The strange thing is that I knew who I was in my dream, but for several seconds after I woke up, I forgot myself entirely. That tends to happen when I awaken after a night spent in an unfamiliar bed. It didn't take me long, however, to remember that I was in a room I'd rented in a pub at the end of the universe. Also, that I am effectively a prisoner there.
It's time I did something about that. Shortly after I started working with him, Simon told me that when you are imprisoned, it is vital to examine every nook and cranny of the cage you find yourself in. True, it's usually too much to hope that you will find a loose bar or stone through which to make your escape, but if you know intimately the space and objects you have at your disposal, you will be better able to take advantage of opportunities for escape when they present themselves.
Of course, one cannot make an examination of such a place as this on an empty stomach, which is why I'm at the bar with a pot and cup of coffee, porridge, kippers and half a grapefruit. I'll do my exploring after breakfast.
The strange thing is that I knew who I was in my dream, but for several seconds after I woke up, I forgot myself entirely. That tends to happen when I awaken after a night spent in an unfamiliar bed. It didn't take me long, however, to remember that I was in a room I'd rented in a pub at the end of the universe. Also, that I am effectively a prisoner there.
It's time I did something about that. Shortly after I started working with him, Simon told me that when you are imprisoned, it is vital to examine every nook and cranny of the cage you find yourself in. True, it's usually too much to hope that you will find a loose bar or stone through which to make your escape, but if you know intimately the space and objects you have at your disposal, you will be better able to take advantage of opportunities for escape when they present themselves.
Of course, one cannot make an examination of such a place as this on an empty stomach, which is why I'm at the bar with a pot and cup of coffee, porridge, kippers and half a grapefruit. I'll do my exploring after breakfast.
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Jun. 11th, 2007 11:16 amnot-a-wizard.livejournal.comThere's a gentleman, out by the edge of the woods, pouring over a book.
A finger traces down the page, and he mutters out loud (it sounds like latin) as he reads.
A finger traces down the page, and he mutters out loud (it sounds like latin) as he reads.
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Jun. 11th, 2007 11:28 ammilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comWells has been thinking about a number of things since last night's encounter with one of the Endless. It's not a habit he'd ever credited himself with, that sort of pondering, but- well, some things are a little hard to ignore after a meeting like that.
He's still considering what the 'big picture' stuff means when he wanders into Milliways. Or, rather, he's resumed considering those implications, because most of today's work involved setting teams of the Slayers against one another in simulated monster nest scenarios and you can't really take time out of the day to think about the overarching future under those circumstances. If you do, you wind up with something important getting broken.
Lucky thing werewolf noses are relatively easy to reset and heal, because otherwise he'd have one hell of a swollen face right about now. As it stands he's just got an angry red blotch across the center of his face, with some faded purplish green bits as one might find in a several-days-old bruise. Sometimes it takes something like that to get him to learn.
He's still considering what the 'big picture' stuff means when he wanders into Milliways. Or, rather, he's resumed considering those implications, because most of today's work involved setting teams of the Slayers against one another in simulated monster nest scenarios and you can't really take time out of the day to think about the overarching future under those circumstances. If you do, you wind up with something important getting broken.
Lucky thing werewolf noses are relatively easy to reset and heal, because otherwise he'd have one hell of a swollen face right about now. As it stands he's just got an angry red blotch across the center of his face, with some faded purplish green bits as one might find in a several-days-old bruise. Sometimes it takes something like that to get him to learn.
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Jun. 11th, 2007 11:44 amsed-en-ta-ry.livejournal.comAnyone outside today might notice that one of the rocks overlooking the lake has gained a lovely new statue.
Looking just a little like the bronze Little Mermaid statue, but made of wood, just perched, looking out over the water.
Darcy hadn't been sure what else to do with herself when morning came, used to having her perch and ringing the morning bell. So she'd gone to get herself out of the way as best she could.
(placeholder-ish post. Feel free to notice, but given as how she's made of wood, she's not likely to respond. Give me a ping on AIM: JediGorse if you have any questions.)
Looking just a little like the bronze Little Mermaid statue, but made of wood, just perched, looking out over the water.
Darcy hadn't been sure what else to do with herself when morning came, used to having her perch and ringing the morning bell. So she'd gone to get herself out of the way as best she could.
(placeholder-ish post. Feel free to notice, but given as how she's made of wood, she's not likely to respond. Give me a ping on AIM: JediGorse if you have any questions.)
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Jun. 11th, 2007 01:01 pmmuch.livejournal.comMuch arrived yesterday to a friendly face and a ready explanation -- luckily for him, or he'd still believe himself to be in a dream, or dead. Consecrated biscuits indeed.
But now he has begun to believe more in the reality of the situation. His door, while it is THERE, still will not open for him, and so here he is, lounging in a booth with his feet stretched out on the bench, taking full advantage of the situation with a mug of ale and a bowl of cherries, dropping the pits into an empty teacup. And outside the window, the universe ends, and all is well, because apparently this is a dream where time stops until you wake up.
He could get used to this.
And so, the outlaw is available to be poked at by otherworlders. How exciting!
But now he has begun to believe more in the reality of the situation. His door, while it is THERE, still will not open for him, and so here he is, lounging in a booth with his feet stretched out on the bench, taking full advantage of the situation with a mug of ale and a bowl of cherries, dropping the pits into an empty teacup. And outside the window, the universe ends, and all is well, because apparently this is a dream where time stops until you wake up.
He could get used to this.
And so, the outlaw is available to be poked at by otherworlders. How exciting!
Daemon Rising, part 1
Jun. 11th, 2007 01:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mendanddefend_archiveIn which there is a dream...
an invasion...
a Gamecube...
a supervirus...
and an unsettling discovery.
[All links contain spoilers for ReBoot episode 4.01, "Daemon Rising."]
an invasion...
a Gamecube...
a supervirus...
and an unsettling discovery.
[All links contain spoilers for ReBoot episode 4.01, "Daemon Rising."]
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Jun. 11th, 2007 03:47 pmineedavicodin.livejournal.comHe'd been blissfully ignoring the date, refusing to acknowledge it at all. As far as he was concerned, it was just another day.
He went to the bar to get a sandwich, nothing special. Except along side the dinner platter, a cake appeared, with numeral candles displaying 48, and the words Happy Birthday Greg written out in blue icing. He growled at the cake, and picked up the sandwich. He couldn't carry two plates, after all, right? He needed his right hand for his cane.
He sat down in his usual booth, with Triumph at his feet. Once settled, he groaned at the sudden appearance of his birthday cake on the table beside him.
He went to the bar to get a sandwich, nothing special. Except along side the dinner platter, a cake appeared, with numeral candles displaying 48, and the words Happy Birthday Greg written out in blue icing. He growled at the cake, and picked up the sandwich. He couldn't carry two plates, after all, right? He needed his right hand for his cane.
He sat down in his usual booth, with Triumph at his feet. Once settled, he groaned at the sudden appearance of his birthday cake on the table beside him.
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Jun. 11th, 2007 04:39 pmsupaahiroHe is outside again; Alorn's blessing holds true-- the weather is breezeless, warm, almost not-Scottish near where Hiro lays among the boxes of colored paper and the baskets of cranes. Right now he has one between his fingers, twirling it by the tail -- robin's egg blue.
So many to go. So little time -- for a time travel, he finds this most ironic.
He stares at the sun, squint-eyed through the dappled shade of the tree he rests beneath, and wonders at the future.
So many to go. So little time -- for a time travel, he finds this most ironic.
He stares at the sun, squint-eyed through the dappled shade of the tree he rests beneath, and wonders at the future.
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Jun. 11th, 2007 04:41 pmhumanfridge.livejournal.com[OOM: Another day of the nine-to-five is made rather less boring by a visit from a man with a book.]
Just home from work and still in his rumpled Wal-Mart vest, David tucks the heavy book under his arm to fish in his pocket for his keys. He just about resisted the urge to read it at work -- well, after a stern look from his super, anyway. As per usual, the lock on the apartment door is stubborn and takes a couple of tries before it clicks; David rolls his eyes and elbows the door open, slipping through before it can snap back and trap his fingers.
"Mom, I'm..."
...And now his mouth is nearly as wide as his eyes, and the hand with the keys is bobbing vaguely in the air as it fails to find a hook or indeed a wall. Um.
He was going to finish his sentence with "home", but you can see the problem with that.
Just home from work and still in his rumpled Wal-Mart vest, David tucks the heavy book under his arm to fish in his pocket for his keys. He just about resisted the urge to read it at work -- well, after a stern look from his super, anyway. As per usual, the lock on the apartment door is stubborn and takes a couple of tries before it clicks; David rolls his eyes and elbows the door open, slipping through before it can snap back and trap his fingers.
"Mom, I'm..."
...And now his mouth is nearly as wide as his eyes, and the hand with the keys is bobbing vaguely in the air as it fails to find a hook or indeed a wall. Um.
He was going to finish his sentence with "home", but you can see the problem with that.
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Jun. 11th, 2007 04:50 pmheads-you-live.livejournal.comDomino was doing... better. She was still upset with herself for having gotten as emotionally involved as she had, but she was doing better.
The alcohol helped. She hadn't had enough to be really drunk, just enough to be rather pleasantly buzzed.
If you want to see the british bounty hunter at her most amusing, buy her another beer, she's off at one of the tables near the observation window, a row of empties and an ashtray full of cigarette ends on the table in front of her.
The alcohol helped. She hadn't had enough to be really drunk, just enough to be rather pleasantly buzzed.
If you want to see the british bounty hunter at her most amusing, buy her another beer, she's off at one of the tables near the observation window, a row of empties and an ashtray full of cigarette ends on the table in front of her.
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Jun. 11th, 2007 06:15 pmunderdarkangel.livejournal.comA strange feeling has come upon me. A feeling of longing, for what I do not know. I have my friends, my dear friends, Bruenor the Dwarf king and ever at his side is Regis the Halfling, Wulfgar the leader of the barbarians of Icewindale was back once more in both mind and body, there was Guenhwyvar of course the magical panther always eager to come to my call, and Catti-Brie. My beloved Catti-Brie. So what could I long for more than to have my friends and loved ones around me? It is the answer to this question that has drawn me from my sleep in the warm depths of Mithril Hall and out onto the windswept slopes of Fourthpeak. As I sit and gaze into the night sky all my worries and longing seem to fall away, for under that blanket of stars who in all the Realms cannot be calmed.
As is custom for me I sit through the night and the dawn as well, the pain of the bright sun on my eyes a vindication, a reminder of where I came from yet a reminder of where I belong. It is as I rise that I realize I am no longer on a mountainside but a forest with a lake in sight.
A place I have not visited in months, a place of fond memories and good friends. So I stand, hands resting easy on the hilts of my scimitars and begin the short walk into the Bar proper.
Entering the establishment I am assaulted by the sights and smells. So many different cultures, creeds, races, and powers have merged here to create a place that is both safe and dangerous, it is the home for those that have none and the friend for those have never been called friend.
I walk up to the bar and place my hand affectionately on the counter-top, where upon a glass of elven Moondrop wine appears in my hand. Placing a gold coin on the counter I spin around on my stool to take in the room at large.
It is Milliways and it is good to be home.
As is custom for me I sit through the night and the dawn as well, the pain of the bright sun on my eyes a vindication, a reminder of where I came from yet a reminder of where I belong. It is as I rise that I realize I am no longer on a mountainside but a forest with a lake in sight.
A place I have not visited in months, a place of fond memories and good friends. So I stand, hands resting easy on the hilts of my scimitars and begin the short walk into the Bar proper.
Entering the establishment I am assaulted by the sights and smells. So many different cultures, creeds, races, and powers have merged here to create a place that is both safe and dangerous, it is the home for those that have none and the friend for those have never been called friend.
I walk up to the bar and place my hand affectionately on the counter-top, where upon a glass of elven Moondrop wine appears in my hand. Placing a gold coin on the counter I spin around on my stool to take in the room at large.
It is Milliways and it is good to be home.
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Jun. 11th, 2007 06:37 pmsword-heart.livejournal.comKenshin would hate for his swordsmanship to get rusty... however, he's reluctant to practice around the dojo. Whatever Kaoru-dono says about not caring that he was hitokiri -- she still hasn't seen him truly fight, and he has no desire whatsoever to scare her so much she throws him out of her house. He knows of no good place to practice around Tokyo, either.
The only other thing he can think of... well, he knows the bar has an outside area. So this time, when Kenshin walks through the front door, he heads straight outside to explore, and is pleasantly surprised to see a suitable clearing right away.
Feel free to stop by and watch him run through his kata -- he doesn't mind visitors, and you won't surprise him. (Though he might tone it down somewhat if you're nearby.)
The only other thing he can think of... well, he knows the bar has an outside area. So this time, when Kenshin walks through the front door, he heads straight outside to explore, and is pleasantly surprised to see a suitable clearing right away.
Feel free to stop by and watch him run through his kata -- he doesn't mind visitors, and you won't surprise him. (Though he might tone it down somewhat if you're nearby.)
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Jun. 11th, 2007 06:53 pmunderwater-owl.livejournal.comFrom the bar, the sounds of an Amberite cracking up.
The scent of candles and chocolate.
One (1) chocolate cupcake with two (2) birthday candles stuck in it, provided by the lady bar.
Happy milliversary, Random. Two years to the day.
The scent of candles and chocolate.
One (1) chocolate cupcake with two (2) birthday candles stuck in it, provided by the lady bar.
Happy milliversary, Random. Two years to the day.
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Jun. 11th, 2007 07:14 pmscurlockThe plan was agreed upon. The practices had been done.
The trap was set.
The outlaws, were ready, for their mission.
Catch the pirate. Regain their honor.Save the world.
Doc glanced over at Will, from where they were both crouched at the edge of the woods, eyes set on the small pile of coins and the bottle of rum which had been left in a neat pile near the edge of the lake, within a clearly visible distance of the ship floating in the water. The sunlight glinted off the pile of coins and the glass bottle of rum, and there were two outlaws, lying in wait, hidden still in the woods a few steps away.
The plan was simple.
Wait for the pirate to come within range. Rope the pirate, then use the 'duct tape' to tie/tape him up, and then parade him into Bar. Doc peered out at the Black Pearl, then glanced back at Will again.
"So now we wait."
[edit: plotlocked. we will put up a new post for the trussed up pirate being brought into the bar.]
The trap was set.
The outlaws, were ready, for their mission.
Catch the pirate. Regain their honor.
Doc glanced over at Will, from where they were both crouched at the edge of the woods, eyes set on the small pile of coins and the bottle of rum which had been left in a neat pile near the edge of the lake, within a clearly visible distance of the ship floating in the water. The sunlight glinted off the pile of coins and the glass bottle of rum, and there were two outlaws, lying in wait, hidden still in the woods a few steps away.
The plan was simple.
Wait for the pirate to come within range. Rope the pirate, then use the 'duct tape' to tie/tape him up, and then parade him into Bar. Doc peered out at the Black Pearl, then glanced back at Will again.
"So now we wait."
[edit: plotlocked. we will put up a new post for the trussed up pirate being brought into the bar.]
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Jun. 11th, 2007 07:32 pmskjaldmeyjar.livejournal.comThere are times when Svava is out in the bar for a Security shift.
This is not one of those times, however, as Svava has her arms full with a cheerfully awake Moira. The two of them are on one of the chairs near the fireplace, Moira tucked in the crook of one arm, while Svava's free hand moves about to emphasize and illustrate what she is telling her daughter.
"... then the princess and the magic cat stepped through the Gate of Death, but only so far as to slip past things in the living world, and sneak into the hidden, abandoned treasure room of the old palace. There, they found gold and gems and jewelry beyond measure. 'Take what you will', the magic cat said, as he filled up a bag full of gold coins. 'The new king and queen don't even know about this room.' So the princess picked out pretty things to take home to her friends..."
This is not one of those times, however, as Svava has her arms full with a cheerfully awake Moira. The two of them are on one of the chairs near the fireplace, Moira tucked in the crook of one arm, while Svava's free hand moves about to emphasize and illustrate what she is telling her daughter.
"... then the princess and the magic cat stepped through the Gate of Death, but only so far as to slip past things in the living world, and sneak into the hidden, abandoned treasure room of the old palace. There, they found gold and gems and jewelry beyond measure. 'Take what you will', the magic cat said, as he filled up a bag full of gold coins. 'The new king and queen don't even know about this room.' So the princess picked out pretty things to take home to her friends..."
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Jun. 11th, 2007 07:59 pmwill_scarlettWill and Doc enter from the back, carrying Jack Sparrow between them, he is bound with duct tape and both outlaws are grinning as they lay him down on a table ignoring all protests and bargaining.
Now the search for where best to display their prize for the most amusement, perhaps tied to a rafter.
The two outlaws are welcome to suggestions or just poke the pirate.
(OOC:Three pups, three muns, Jack's trussed, Will and Doc are grinning, come and have fun!)
Now the search for where best to display their prize for the most amusement, perhaps tied to a rafter.
The two outlaws are welcome to suggestions or just poke the pirate.
(OOC:Three pups, three muns, Jack's trussed, Will and Doc are grinning, come and have fun!)
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Jun. 11th, 2007 08:33 pmregtuesdaysuit.livejournal.comThe man who doesn't notice he's bumbled through the front door is wearing the expression of someone caught in the headlights of a vengeful eighteen-wheeler. Josh Lyman went on Capitol Beat yesterday -- wait, was it yesterday? He hasn't actually slept since the show. But, you know, it wasn't supposed to be a thing. Going on a political Sunday morning talk show and defending the president's agenda against nutjob lobbyists is all part of a day's work for him. It's a relaxing weekend of showing off, kicking ass and taking names.
Josh should have seen it coming. He should have anticipated Mary Marsh losing her cool when he had the upper hand. He should have realized what was happening when she said it. Those fateful, fatal words.
Well, I can tell you that you don't believe in any God I pray to, Mr. Lyman. Not any God I pray to.
He should have controlled himself. But oh no, he had to win.
Josh blinks at the Bar, but surely this can't be as bad as the reaming he's going to get back at the White House.
Go on. Ask him. Ask him what he said on national TV.
Josh should have seen it coming. He should have anticipated Mary Marsh losing her cool when he had the upper hand. He should have realized what was happening when she said it. Those fateful, fatal words.
Well, I can tell you that you don't believe in any God I pray to, Mr. Lyman. Not any God I pray to.
He should have controlled himself. But oh no, he had to win.
Josh blinks at the Bar, but surely this can't be as bad as the reaming he's going to get back at the White House.
Go on. Ask him. Ask him what he said on national TV.
Happy Hour!
Jun. 11th, 2007 08:35 pmcollects_earsBartender.
Drinks. Drinks. More drinks. Did we mention there were drinks?
And possibly food, if you're interested.
Definitely drinks though.
"Tonight's drinks are: Velvet Rush, Verno, Violetta and Vodka Sonic."
Have at.
"What'll it be??"
Drinks. Drinks. More drinks. Did we mention there were drinks?
And possibly food, if you're interested.
Definitely drinks though.
"Tonight's drinks are: Velvet Rush, Verno, Violetta and Vodka Sonic."
Have at.
"What'll it be??"
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Jun. 11th, 2007 09:23 pmguppy_sandhu"It... it's very kind, thank you." Guppy says as he enters, wearing an enormous straw hat. As soon as he closes the door, he takes it off, gets a cup of tea and heads over to his usual table near the infirmary.
He tries putting the hat on the table first, but then there's no room for the tea.
Then putting it on the floor, but then it's in the way of his feet.
Finally, he gives in and puts it back on his head. For now. It's won the first round, but the war is not over.
The doctor is in
***
Snowball is outside, with a couple of his piglets, who are helping him weed the main beds.
He tries putting the hat on the table first, but then there's no room for the tea.
Then putting it on the floor, but then it's in the way of his feet.
Finally, he gives in and puts it back on his head. For now. It's won the first round, but the war is not over.
The doctor is in
***
Snowball is outside, with a couple of his piglets, who are helping him weed the main beds.
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Jun. 11th, 2007 09:47 pmhippodamio"Hippon? Hippon, where- oh, for the love of-"
Hektor is forced to edge his way in through the door sideways, as his arms are full of leather straps and bronze implements. He brings with him a great smell of horse and straw, though mostly it is of horse, and a look of not a little frustration. Still, when he sees where his course has brought him, he bows to the Bar as best he can. "Lady," he says, "you have caught me at something less than my best. I will make the offering next time, but for now I must be rid of all this."
He makes his way to the nearest table and deposits the lot there.
Hektor is forced to edge his way in through the door sideways, as his arms are full of leather straps and bronze implements. He brings with him a great smell of horse and straw, though mostly it is of horse, and a look of not a little frustration. Still, when he sees where his course has brought him, he bows to the Bar as best he can. "Lady," he says, "you have caught me at something less than my best. I will make the offering next time, but for now I must be rid of all this."
He makes his way to the nearest table and deposits the lot there.
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Jun. 11th, 2007 09:52 pmwatchmakers_son[Out of Milliways: When you take a step back and open your eyes, you finally see how it all fits together.
That's why it's called the Book of Revelation.
(Contains spoilers for 1x19, ".07%," 1x20, "Five Years Gone," and 1x21, "The Hard Part.")]
That's why it's called the Book of Revelation.
(Contains spoilers for 1x19, ".07%," 1x20, "Five Years Gone," and 1x21, "The Hard Part.")]
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Jun. 11th, 2007 11:03 pmlichvell-r.livejournal.comRavin at the bar. Again with a large and old-looking book.
Old, but well preserved, thank you. You keep grimoires in the best condition possible, after all. She might even be smiling a bit, while going over her latest addition to her known spells: only thing left is testing it.
Ah well, she will be probably setting down the book soon, to give her soda and paradoxes the attention they deserve.
Old, but well preserved, thank you. You keep grimoires in the best condition possible, after all. She might even be smiling a bit, while going over her latest addition to her known spells: only thing left is testing it.
Ah well, she will be probably setting down the book soon, to give her soda and paradoxes the attention they deserve.
