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Jul. 16th, 2007 12:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_lioness[OOM: Some things are never easy to hear, even when you know they are right. Millitimed to yesterday, Lucy tells Alanna she is leaving.]
Jul. 16th, 2007
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Jul. 16th, 2007 12:33 ambadboybutterman[OOM: Millitimed to the day after getting drunk. Since then the boys have bunked together overnight in a completely non-subtexty way, and woken up together in a completely non-subtexty way. Of course.]
As Danny follows Nicholas out into the main room of the bar, his stomach rumbles at the prospect of a hearty breakfast. Although it's kind of weird (well...very weird) waking up in this place, he's in a cheerful mood, and he usually isn't a morning person.
[OOC: Slowtimes in effect.]
As Danny follows Nicholas out into the main room of the bar, his stomach rumbles at the prospect of a hearty breakfast. Although it's kind of weird (well...very weird) waking up in this place, he's in a cheerful mood, and he usually isn't a morning person.
[OOC: Slowtimes in effect.]
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Jul. 16th, 2007 12:55 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
last-king.livejournal.comIt's been said that endings are heartless, and perhaps that's so.
But they aren't always cause for grief, at least, not for the ones whose end has come.
When Tirian of Narnia steps in from the lake door, there are tears he hasn't bothered to wipe away on his cheeks, but there's a smile on his lips and peace in his eyes.
He doesn't speak to anyone. One last look around, and he crosses to the front door and (rolling green hills and bright blue sky, sweet air like something beloved but only half-remembered from childhood) opens it.
And then, still smiling, the last king of Narnia steps back through the door that will take him home.
But they aren't always cause for grief, at least, not for the ones whose end has come.
When Tirian of Narnia steps in from the lake door, there are tears he hasn't bothered to wipe away on his cheeks, but there's a smile on his lips and peace in his eyes.
He doesn't speak to anyone. One last look around, and he crosses to the front door and (rolling green hills and bright blue sky, sweet air like something beloved but only half-remembered from childhood) opens it.
And then, still smiling, the last king of Narnia steps back through the door that will take him home.
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Jul. 16th, 2007 01:07 amwill_scarlett[OOM: After Will gets his memory back, he takes Molly to Nottingham, where together they meet his father, a Man at Arms, learn of each other and end in laughter and kisses.]
(OOC: Millitimed to June 28th and the end of the Amnesia plot. Warning for teenagers and background from The Dresden Files)
(OOC: Millitimed to June 28th and the end of the Amnesia plot. Warning for teenagers and background from The Dresden Files)
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Jul. 16th, 2007 01:23 amtyria-sarkin.livejournal.comTyria's door had vanished when she first arrived, and hasn't reappeared.
She's not too happy about it, naturally, but that doesn't show in her demeanor when she goes to Bar. There's a pleasant, meaningless smile on her face for anyone who looks at her.
After a drink, she sits, paper and pen in her hands. Using a datapad for this won't quite work, as she has no way to print out what she's attempting to write.
Every so often, she pauses to look up, scan the room, listening as well as watching.
She's not too happy about it, naturally, but that doesn't show in her demeanor when she goes to Bar. There's a pleasant, meaningless smile on her face for anyone who looks at her.
After a drink, she sits, paper and pen in her hands. Using a datapad for this won't quite work, as she has no way to print out what she's attempting to write.
Every so often, she pauses to look up, scan the room, listening as well as watching.
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Jul. 16th, 2007 01:47 amnight-hibiscus.livejournal.comThey have gone on. And she has to go back.
(And what is the use of anything?)
The (next High) Summoner sits by the side of a sea that isn't really the sea, and weeps; and is not ashamed to.
In time, she dives into the water, and she swims, from one side to the next, and with her tears washed away and soaking just as she was when she entered, she, too, goes back where she belongs.
[Exit and post-sending post for Yuna; feel free to tag in at a time before she leaves.]
(And what is the use of anything?)
The (next High) Summoner sits by the side of a sea that isn't really the sea, and weeps; and is not ashamed to.
In time, she dives into the water, and she swims, from one side to the next, and with her tears washed away and soaking just as she was when she entered, she, too, goes back where she belongs.
[Exit and post-sending post for Yuna; feel free to tag in at a time before she leaves.]
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Jul. 16th, 2007 03:03 amhadtobegood.livejournal.com[ OOM: Apparently the name 'Lysa Dunter' doesn't fool everyone, especially not Corellian Intel. Syal's secret is out and there are consequences. ]
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Jul. 16th, 2007 03:13 amnotadaughter.livejournal.comOOM: Once upon a time, there was a girl named Rhea on a farm in the Coos. And then, eventually, there wasn't.
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Jul. 16th, 2007 07:44 amkillitwithfire"Oh, come on. Can't I just have the tea?"
A moment passes, and then another note (there are four more off to the side) appears.
Eat your breakfast.
There's a plate of French toast, with eggs and sausage sitting on the bar in front of him.
"I'm not hungry," he tries. His tea remains unappeared. The argument - which has already lasted several minutes - looks like it could continue for a while.
A moment passes, and then another note (there are four more off to the side) appears.
Eat your breakfast.
There's a plate of French toast, with eggs and sausage sitting on the bar in front of him.
"I'm not hungry," he tries. His tea remains unappeared. The argument - which has already lasted several minutes - looks like it could continue for a while.
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Jul. 16th, 2007 09:05 amgone_byebyeRay is unaware of what happened last night on the lake, or that Yuna has gone back to her world. He would've made time to talk to her if he'd known. He's seen her after a Sending, after all. For now, as far as he knows, everything's pretty much the way it usually is, which by his definition of things is 'normal*'. So he's got no problem at all with starting off the day by rolling out of bed and getting dressed in his civilian clothes before trundling outside for saber practice. He does it at home for an hour a day, after all. No reason not to keep it up as long as he's staying here.
For once he's not using the drone. Not that there's anything wrong with it, but after a while you get a little tired of the same attack patterns, and the random setting (which Ray has dubbed 'Ms. Pac-Man' in honor of the first video game he knows of that incorporated a randomizer into its antagonists' behavior) is getting a little old. Besides, when you're working against the drone you're only working on your defensive form, unless you're the kind of person who can blithely chop his equipment in half without batting an eye over the ensuing repairs. For lack of other Jedi in his world he's been taking lessons from other, Terran sources, and that's what he's practicing now: the set forms and patterns his instructor in the use of the Chinese curved broadsword has been giving him.
He's really not bad. He's no Scaramouche, and no Qui-Gon Jinn, but for a guy with Ray's level of Force capability** he's got a genuinely respectable form.
*There are a tiny handful of people in the world who would accept Ray's definition of 'normal' without question. Most of them are statisticians who equate 'the mode' with average instead of 'the mean'. The rest of them have to take three or four prescription medications a day to fit in with everyone else's definition of 'normal'.
**zilch
For once he's not using the drone. Not that there's anything wrong with it, but after a while you get a little tired of the same attack patterns, and the random setting (which Ray has dubbed 'Ms. Pac-Man' in honor of the first video game he knows of that incorporated a randomizer into its antagonists' behavior) is getting a little old. Besides, when you're working against the drone you're only working on your defensive form, unless you're the kind of person who can blithely chop his equipment in half without batting an eye over the ensuing repairs. For lack of other Jedi in his world he's been taking lessons from other, Terran sources, and that's what he's practicing now: the set forms and patterns his instructor in the use of the Chinese curved broadsword has been giving him.
He's really not bad. He's no Scaramouche, and no Qui-Gon Jinn, but for a guy with Ray's level of Force capability** he's got a genuinely respectable form.
*There are a tiny handful of people in the world who would accept Ray's definition of 'normal' without question. Most of them are statisticians who equate 'the mode' with average instead of 'the mean'. The rest of them have to take three or four prescription medications a day to fit in with everyone else's definition of 'normal'.
**zilch
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Jul. 16th, 2007 09:35 amworks-in-space.livejournal.com[OOM: Jim has a long day and a tough loss in his life.]
Jim entered the Bar, a little surprised that he found a door at this hour. He was out of his jacket, and he looked tired. But he sensed that maybe the Bar wanted him to be here for some reason. To study his mood? To offer him one more drink in solace and salute? Or maybe just to let him find friends?
He ordered an Altarian water - havng already had a Romulan ale - and took a seat near the window.
[ooc: usual slowtime-for-work-possible advisory]
Jim entered the Bar, a little surprised that he found a door at this hour. He was out of his jacket, and he looked tired. But he sensed that maybe the Bar wanted him to be here for some reason. To study his mood? To offer him one more drink in solace and salute? Or maybe just to let him find friends?
He ordered an Altarian water - havng already had a Romulan ale - and took a seat near the window.
[ooc: usual slowtime-for-work-possible advisory]
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Jul. 16th, 2007 11:20 amjacks-dead.livejournal.comWhere has Kyra been the past few days?
In her new room, is where.
Don't laugh-- have you seen these rooms? With big windows that look out back and real beds with real sheets and real mattresses-- Kyra could spend the next whole year just lying on that mattress. Not that she'd want to; she imagines after the first week she might start to get bored.
It was a little weird, she'll admit, finding out that Valerie was right, and they do have clothes in the rooms. Clothes that fit, even. But she's very grateful to be able to get out of the Necro crap, so now she's wearing something closer to what she used to wear in prison: long-sleeved gray shirt, khaki pants with pockets. Many, many places to hide a blade.
Currently Kyra is sprawled out on a couch, eating lamb stew with her fingers. A waitrat stops and watches her for a moment, as if it is considering approaching her with a utensil.
Kyra's eyebrows arch, slowly. "What are you lookin' at?"
The rat scurries away.
In her new room, is where.
Don't laugh-- have you seen these rooms? With big windows that look out back and real beds with real sheets and real mattresses-- Kyra could spend the next whole year just lying on that mattress. Not that she'd want to; she imagines after the first week she might start to get bored.
It was a little weird, she'll admit, finding out that Valerie was right, and they do have clothes in the rooms. Clothes that fit, even. But she's very grateful to be able to get out of the Necro crap, so now she's wearing something closer to what she used to wear in prison: long-sleeved gray shirt, khaki pants with pockets. Many, many places to hide a blade.
Currently Kyra is sprawled out on a couch, eating lamb stew with her fingers. A waitrat stops and watches her for a moment, as if it is considering approaching her with a utensil.
Kyra's eyebrows arch, slowly. "What are you lookin' at?"
The rat scurries away.
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Jul. 16th, 2007 11:46 amgothymcgoth.livejournal.comMolly had such a wonderful time in Sherwood. Just, hanging out with Will, talking, all that good stuff. And now she's taking a moment to relax in Milliways, sipping her chocolate milk, and just generally relaxing.
Until she sees the door.
Molly goes rigid, staring, not daring to take her eyes off of it, in case it vanishes. She gets the attention of a wait rat, to fetch her a pen and some paper. Jotting a couple of quick notes, she leaves them with the bar, before rushing out the door.
<i>Harry,
My door came back! See you on the other side.
Molly.
Will,
My door came back! I gotta go home, but I'll come back when I can
Molly
Until she sees the door.
Molly goes rigid, staring, not daring to take her eyes off of it, in case it vanishes. She gets the attention of a wait rat, to fetch her a pen and some paper. Jotting a couple of quick notes, she leaves them with the bar, before rushing out the door.
<i>Harry,
My door came back! See you on the other side.
Molly.
Will,
My door came back! I gotta go home, but I'll come back when I can
Molly
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Jul. 16th, 2007 12:12 pmsilentson.livejournal.com<i>Thanks Dick!</i> Jericho is signing over his shoulder as he comes through the door. Oh! Look! This place, once again. How wonderful.
And, being Jericho, that's not sarcasm, that's actual thought. This place is cool, and the people are nifty too. So many he wouldn't talk to normally.
And, being Jericho, that's not sarcasm, that's actual thought. This place is cool, and the people are nifty too. So many he wouldn't talk to normally.
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Jul. 16th, 2007 12:53 pmazure-mercy.livejournal.comIf you're a human gardener, discovering fungus on your plants is a major annoyance. If you're Delvian, it's also a potential health hazard.
That is why Zhaan's spent the last few days taking doses of an antifungal medicine. The medicine does not get along well with the animal proteins in her body, so the treatment makes her feel nauseous, headachy and lethargic much of the time. She took time off from infirmary duty (since most of the time, she's in no condition to treat patients) and has spent most of the past few days in her room.
At the moment, she is not feeling incapacitated by the medicine she's taking, and she is sitting in one of the chairs by the fireplace with a mug of tea. Her complexion has not changed color, but she looks tired, unfocused. Beings with a heightened sense of smell will notice that her scent is slightly off.
[OOC: Possible work-related slowtimes for the rest of the day.]
That is why Zhaan's spent the last few days taking doses of an antifungal medicine. The medicine does not get along well with the animal proteins in her body, so the treatment makes her feel nauseous, headachy and lethargic much of the time. She took time off from infirmary duty (since most of the time, she's in no condition to treat patients) and has spent most of the past few days in her room.
At the moment, she is not feeling incapacitated by the medicine she's taking, and she is sitting in one of the chairs by the fireplace with a mug of tea. Her complexion has not changed color, but she looks tired, unfocused. Beings with a heightened sense of smell will notice that her scent is slightly off.
[OOC: Possible work-related slowtimes for the rest of the day.]
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Jul. 16th, 2007 01:02 pmpoisonwineBelle is outside, shooting things.
Mostly birds, though a few demon bunnies have fallen.
And empty mug that used to contain the strongest whiskey Bar has lays on the ground.
Between shots she screams obscenities in Creole.
Guppy is in trouble and there's not a thing she can do.
Mostly birds, though a few demon bunnies have fallen.
And empty mug that used to contain the strongest whiskey Bar has lays on the ground.
Between shots she screams obscenities in Creole.
Guppy is in trouble and there's not a thing she can do.
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Jul. 16th, 2007 01:14 pmcall-me-shane.livejournal.comEvery few weeks, now that the Normal Beasts are off forage, Shane has to round up the herd and shift them to a new pasture spot. So today he tacked up Dakota, his dun gelding, and is patiently herding stragglers back into the main herd in preparation to shift them a little further from the bar itself. This would, obviously, be a whole lot easier with a cattle dog of some sort, but that isn't an option. Besides, a day in the saddle is no hardship.
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Jul. 16th, 2007 01:48 pmeiattu_prideRial's been around. Just - not so much around, really, what with Plourr being pregnant and things to do on Eiattu and then never quite finding a door back into the bar. After a while, he stopped really thinking about it.
Which is probably why today, when he walks into the bar, he's clad only in loose sleep pants and an undershirt, fork in one hand, rygg noodles in the other, still bleary from sleep. It's also probably why the first thing he does (after walking into a booth that he's pretty positive wasn't in the kitchen last night) is order a cup of caf and settle down in a booth to peer sleepily at the world around him.
Don't be offended if he's staring at you. He's quite possibly just gone to sleep with his eyes open.
Which is probably why today, when he walks into the bar, he's clad only in loose sleep pants and an undershirt, fork in one hand, rygg noodles in the other, still bleary from sleep. It's also probably why the first thing he does (after walking into a booth that he's pretty positive wasn't in the kitchen last night) is order a cup of caf and settle down in a booth to peer sleepily at the world around him.
Don't be offended if he's staring at you. He's quite possibly just gone to sleep with his eyes open.
autocommander.livejournal.comOptimus Prime, still seven feet tall, comes in from the back. He's taken to wandering in the woods a bit from time to time, so this isn't unusual.
What is unusual are the small scratches and red-brown stains on his legs, however. There doesn't seem to be any actual damage, though.
Shaking his head, he goes over to the bulletin board and puts up a note. Ray had said he'd pass word along to friends, but still, it was proper form.
Mechanical life form
interested in learning
rock guitar
Has own guitar.
Has no clue on how to play.
Until teaching is finished
your tab will be covered 100%.
Please see Optimus Prime, or
leave a note at the bar.
Thank you.
And he goes, gets a glass of water, some towels and some soap, and finds a place to sit and wash his legs and feet.
What is unusual are the small scratches and red-brown stains on his legs, however. There doesn't seem to be any actual damage, though.
Shaking his head, he goes over to the bulletin board and puts up a note. Ray had said he'd pass word along to friends, but still, it was proper form.
interested in learning
rock guitar
Has own guitar.
Has no clue on how to play.
Until teaching is finished
your tab will be covered 100%.
Please see Optimus Prime, or
leave a note at the bar.
Thank you.
And he goes, gets a glass of water, some towels and some soap, and finds a place to sit and wash his legs and feet.
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Jul. 16th, 2007 02:39 pmahogarse.livejournal.comSanti is in the bar. Tucked in the very, very, very, very darkest out of the way corner he can possibly find.
He is only in the bar because someone outside was shooting this morning. Otherwise, there would be no way.
As it is, he's making himself as inconspicuous as possible. Given the blood, this is difficult.
He is only in the bar because someone outside was shooting this morning. Otherwise, there would be no way.
As it is, he's making himself as inconspicuous as possible. Given the blood, this is difficult.
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Jul. 16th, 2007 04:06 pmprinceinexileSOMEONE WENT AND SCREWED UP HIS FORGE --
Well, we mean. Someone changed things.
Zuko went out, you see. To do things in the forge. And found his re-arranging had been -- well, re-rearranged! And then he had to go shuffle things back and then get some work in. He made horse shoes, because he could! He also got a few books from Bar, and a meal, and washed up but is still--
Well, he's a boy in a forge. He's smoky and sweaty and that shirt is clingy because of all of those reasons and it's a good time for dinner. He's eating while sitting in the grass out front of the forge, with his two big dogs laying near by. They recently fetched from Yorkshire and are chewing on great big soup bones.
They almost look happy, relaxing outside. But Zuko's face is too serious for good cheer. He never could lighten up, not even while reading about metalwork across the ages in several different worlds.
Well, we mean. Someone changed things.
Zuko went out, you see. To do things in the forge. And found his re-arranging had been -- well, re-rearranged! And then he had to go shuffle things back and then get some work in. He made horse shoes, because he could! He also got a few books from Bar, and a meal, and washed up but is still--
Well, he's a boy in a forge. He's smoky and sweaty and that shirt is clingy because of all of those reasons and it's a good time for dinner. He's eating while sitting in the grass out front of the forge, with his two big dogs laying near by. They recently fetched from Yorkshire and are chewing on great big soup bones.
They almost look happy, relaxing outside. But Zuko's face is too serious for good cheer. He never could lighten up, not even while reading about metalwork across the ages in several different worlds.
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Jul. 16th, 2007 04:22 pmwill_scarlettWill had been feeling quiet today, after talking with Marian last night and seeing the Narnians go off, but then he got Molly's note and brightened. She'll be back and he's so glad she's able to go home.
So now he's sitting in the Bar, grinning with his boots propped up by the fire, they still smell a bit of sea salt.
So now he's sitting in the Bar, grinning with his boots propped up by the fire, they still smell a bit of sea salt.
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Jul. 16th, 2007 07:05 pmsizzuhs.livejournal.com[ooc: This is Millitimed to when the paras started coming back into the bar after their jump into Holland]
So far the move into Holland had not been as productive as most of Easy had hoped it would have been. Neunen was a bust for them and poor Eindhoven was being bombed. All they could do was watch helplessly with their tails tucked between their legs for the moment.
When Gene walked backward to open the tent flap to step out of the makeshift aid station he had expected to find the cool night Dutch air lit by the fires burning within the distant city. Which is why he could be heard speaking into the nearly full tent behind him. "Spina, I'll be back. Jus' gotta get some air."
"No prob, Doc," someone inside answered as the bar patron turned around, wiping his hands on a former white cloth. By the wide-eyed expression Gene wore he wasn't expecting at all to find Milliways. A quick glance back into the aid station then steps into the bar left the door closed. No need for the others to think they saw a bar where Holland was supposed to be.
Feel free to question the dirty paratrooper medic. He just may answer them.
So far the move into Holland had not been as productive as most of Easy had hoped it would have been. Neunen was a bust for them and poor Eindhoven was being bombed. All they could do was watch helplessly with their tails tucked between their legs for the moment.
When Gene walked backward to open the tent flap to step out of the makeshift aid station he had expected to find the cool night Dutch air lit by the fires burning within the distant city. Which is why he could be heard speaking into the nearly full tent behind him. "Spina, I'll be back. Jus' gotta get some air."
"No prob, Doc," someone inside answered as the bar patron turned around, wiping his hands on a former white cloth. By the wide-eyed expression Gene wore he wasn't expecting at all to find Milliways. A quick glance back into the aid station then steps into the bar left the door closed. No need for the others to think they saw a bar where Holland was supposed to be.
Feel free to question the dirty paratrooper medic. He just may answer them.
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Jul. 16th, 2007 07:25 pmevryinchbut1.livejournal.comValerie is, for no discernible reason, particularly chipper tonight as she ties on her apron and starts her rounds. It could be that the coffee's particularly good today, or that she's rereading some of her favorite plays -- Macbeth, last night, and An Ideal Husband the night before -- or it could be just one of those days.
In any case, there's a cheerful waitress on duty. Feel free to flag her down.
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Jul. 16th, 2007 07:50 pmbugsandslimeThere are bad days at work, and then there are Bad Days At Work.
And right now Dr. Jack Hodgins is having one of the latter.
There’s no trace of smugness or mischief when he enters the bar, and for the first time he doesn’t take a moment to glance around Milliways with the barely masked delight of a kid in a candy store.
Instead he goes straight to Bar and orders a single shot of whiskey. It barely has a chance to materialize before he picks it up and downs it. Then he braces both hands on the Bar and waits for his heart rate to slow to something resembling normal.
Liquid courage is all well and good. But he’s hoping for some composure too.
And right now Dr. Jack Hodgins is having one of the latter.
There’s no trace of smugness or mischief when he enters the bar, and for the first time he doesn’t take a moment to glance around Milliways with the barely masked delight of a kid in a candy store.
Instead he goes straight to Bar and orders a single shot of whiskey. It barely has a chance to materialize before he picks it up and downs it. Then he braces both hands on the Bar and waits for his heart rate to slow to something resembling normal.
Liquid courage is all well and good. But he’s hoping for some composure too.
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Jul. 16th, 2007 08:11 pmmilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comSometimes circumstances beyond our control prevail even in the best-run of businesses. Annie's bakery had the walk-in cooler go down today, thanks to a ruptured coolant line. She's still at work. Thus, Harry has his supper at Milliways tonight; he's got a table largely to himself and a plate of mujaddarah, falafel, and something unidentified and green.
Oh, and beer, because vegetarianism and cultural broad-mindedness are all well and good, but a man wants his beer, dammit.
Oh, and beer, because vegetarianism and cultural broad-mindedness are all well and good, but a man wants his beer, dammit.
Happy Hour!
Jul. 16th, 2007 08:22 pmcollects_earsIf you're looking for food or drinks, there is someone here to assist you.
Tell him what you fancy. Perhaps he can provide it?
"Tonight's drinks are: Harry Boy, Hat Trick #1, Magic Punch and Magic Star.
Here to serve you.
"What'll it be?"
Tell him what you fancy. Perhaps he can provide it?
"Tonight's drinks are: Harry Boy, Hat Trick #1, Magic Punch and Magic Star.
Here to serve you.
"What'll it be?"
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Jul. 16th, 2007 09:14 pmsnorkacklover.livejournal.comIt’s a beautiful summer’s day. The grass is green, the sky is blue, the birds are singing, and there’s a witch lying flat on her stomach in the middle of the bar.
She’s got tweezers in one hand and a wand in the other, and she’s frowning down at the crack between two floorboards with a look of intense concentration.
Perfectly normal day at Milliways, then.
She’s got tweezers in one hand and a wand in the other, and she’s frowning down at the crack between two floorboards with a look of intense concentration.
Perfectly normal day at Milliways, then.
cute_bruiserUnlike Sam and Atton, Molly hasn't been getting Guppy's messages, and thus has no idea at all that anything's wrong, although she's been wondering where he is.
She's been around, the last couple of days. Obsessively trying to fix everywhere, everything, permanently in her memory in case she never comes back again.
This morning, she wandered down for breakfast.
And saw her door.
She didn't want to go, couldn't bear to touch it, wouldn't have touched it- until it dawned on her that until she did, her younger incarnation couldn't come back in. And Gert would be upset, and the others would worry, and she couldn't leave a twelve-year-old outside on her own.
Molly didn't speak to anyone - she couldn't, couldn't risk breaking her tenuous resolution to leave - she just went quietly up to her room and put her uniform on.
And then she came back down to Bar, and wrote a note.
Anyone who cares Guys,
My door came back. I don't want to go, but until I do I'm pretty sure little-kid me is stuck outside.
I'll be back, I swear. Somehow.
Gert- love you. I'll come back and explain as soon as I can.
Guppy- Going to miss you. I wish you'd been around more whilst I was here, but I'll come back as soon as I can. Catch you around, Fishy.
~ Molly H. (Arsenal)
xxx
(By the time it's received, there may be the odd strange little splatter on it, almost like a tear or two's been shed by the writer. But Molly's a big girl now. Molly never cries.)
She drops the note on Bar, followed by her room key, patting the smooth wooden surface lovingly. And then she straightens her visor, and straightens her shoulders.
Arsenal of Y Generation hits the door at a full out run.
A shout, a scream, and then the door closes itself very quietly behind her.
She's been around, the last couple of days. Obsessively trying to fix everywhere, everything, permanently in her memory in case she never comes back again.
This morning, she wandered down for breakfast.
And saw her door.
She didn't want to go, couldn't bear to touch it, wouldn't have touched it- until it dawned on her that until she did, her younger incarnation couldn't come back in. And Gert would be upset, and the others would worry, and she couldn't leave a twelve-year-old outside on her own.
Molly didn't speak to anyone - she couldn't, couldn't risk breaking her tenuous resolution to leave - she just went quietly up to her room and put her uniform on.
And then she came back down to Bar, and wrote a note.
My door came back. I don't want to go, but until I do I'm pretty sure little-kid me is stuck outside.
I'll be back, I swear. Somehow.
Gert- love you. I'll come back and explain as soon as I can.
Guppy- Going to miss you. I wish you'd been around more whilst I was here, but I'll come back as soon as I can. Catch you around, Fishy.
~ Molly H. (Arsenal)
xxx
(By the time it's received, there may be the odd strange little splatter on it, almost like a tear or two's been shed by the writer. But Molly's a big girl now. Molly never cries.)
She drops the note on Bar, followed by her room key, patting the smooth wooden surface lovingly. And then she straightens her visor, and straightens her shoulders.
Arsenal of Y Generation hits the door at a full out run.
A shout, a scream, and then the door closes itself very quietly behind her.
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Jul. 16th, 2007 09:26 pmstuck-mynock.livejournal.comThere's a guy, out by the lake. He looks very calm, having set up several training droids, which are clanking about with vibroblades, quite quickly. Or at least, he looks calm so long as you're looking directly at him, not off to either side.
Because on each side, the air is shifting, and there's a haze whirling around him, very quickly, in very chaotic patterns. There's a strong wind, almost gale force, if you get too close. There's a disk, sharp and with four curved blades, zipping about around him. But more than that, the thing that really marks this guy out as angry, is the fact that he is surrounded by bright blue electricity, in an almost blindingly bright aura, leaping outwards in jagged bolts.
Atton is angry, and he's not even trying to hide it, or control it. Which means that maybe conversations would be best conducted from a reasonably distance.
Because on each side, the air is shifting, and there's a haze whirling around him, very quickly, in very chaotic patterns. There's a strong wind, almost gale force, if you get too close. There's a disk, sharp and with four curved blades, zipping about around him. But more than that, the thing that really marks this guy out as angry, is the fact that he is surrounded by bright blue electricity, in an almost blindingly bright aura, leaping outwards in jagged bolts.
Atton is angry, and he's not even trying to hide it, or control it. Which means that maybe conversations would be best conducted from a reasonably distance.
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Jul. 16th, 2007 09:57 pmliterallyrotten.livejournal.com"Fuck you," Darren tells his cell phone, with some annoyance, and folds it back into his pocket. He didn't honestly expect it to work, to be fair.
And if it had, what would he say? Who would he call?
'Help me, Geoffrey, I'm stuck in a bar at the end of the year and the door is gone. Help me!'
Right. Time to order another drink.
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Jul. 16th, 2007 10:16 pmargyle_princessHannah came into the bar, went straight over to see if anyone had left word with her about anything (they hadn't), got an enormous cup of very strong coffee, and then chose a large table which she has more or less covered with papers, books, photocopies of magazine and newspaper articles.
This is what Hannah does. She researches. She doesn't even really expect to find things, but she feels like she has to try. She feels better for having tried.
She's been there a while now, and the piles of papers have been distilled to three not terribly helpful paragraphs on her laptop screen.
She frowning at them.
This is clearly going to call for more coffee.
This is what Hannah does. She researches. She doesn't even really expect to find things, but she feels like she has to try. She feels better for having tried.
She's been there a while now, and the piles of papers have been distilled to three not terribly helpful paragraphs on her laptop screen.
She frowning at them.
This is clearly going to call for more coffee.
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Jul. 16th, 2007 10:25 pmgovernor-swann.livejournal.comOOM: (Millitimed to the day before Elizabeth left the bar for her world)
Governor Swann and his daughter meet in Milliways for one final time.
Governor Swann and his daughter meet in Milliways for one final time.
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Jul. 16th, 2007 10:45 pmanotherlifebro.livejournal.com[ OOM: Desmond tries to fight destiny, but that's always been a futile exercise. Spoilers for Lost S3 finale. ]
The front door opens and a man falls through, backwards, hands flying out to catch himself. He does, but only on the floor; he hurts his hands and wrists considerably, winces, and sits there for a few seconds to recover.
Desmond's damp, but not as soaked as he expected to be. After a moment, he stands and looks around the bar without much surprise. A distant frown, but no surprise.
He touches his shirt pocket, where a wet, folded piece of paper is still safely hidden, then drops his hand to his side. He makes his way to the Bar slowly, to a stool from which he can see as much of Milliways as possible if he sits backwards.
He's got someone to find.
The front door opens and a man falls through, backwards, hands flying out to catch himself. He does, but only on the floor; he hurts his hands and wrists considerably, winces, and sits there for a few seconds to recover.
Desmond's damp, but not as soaked as he expected to be. After a moment, he stands and looks around the bar without much surprise. A distant frown, but no surprise.
He touches his shirt pocket, where a wet, folded piece of paper is still safely hidden, then drops his hand to his side. He makes his way to the Bar slowly, to a stool from which he can see as much of Milliways as possible if he sits backwards.
He's got someone to find.
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Jul. 16th, 2007 10:54 pmnight-hibiscus.livejournal.comRikku's only been a part of Yuna's party for a day, and already the advantages of having an Al Bhed in the party have made themselves clear: to wit, Yuna has her favored staff back, now equipped with special abilities it didn't have when it left Besaid. And Tidus's shield is a lot sturdier with just a little bit of tweaking. It's amazing what you can do with junk you find in the jungle.
Yesterday was not a good day. Today is a decidedly better one. It's that much better for having a cup of tea (or Pepsi, if you are a horrible savage from Zanarkand) and a soft couch in it.
In other words, Yuna and Tidus, in the bar. Tag either or both.
Yesterday was not a good day. Today is a decidedly better one. It's that much better for having a cup of tea (or Pepsi, if you are a horrible savage from Zanarkand) and a soft couch in it.
In other words, Yuna and Tidus, in the bar. Tag either or both.
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Jul. 16th, 2007 10:56 pmnot-de-la-vega.livejournal.comThe young count de la Vega hadn't been expecting to find the bar apparently, if the fact that he was about to draw down against the front door was any indication, "No! Not now!"
Realizing belatedly that he was making a scene, he forced himself to calm again, tugging his mourning jacket straight before making his way smoothly, if tensely, to the bar. Instead of the usual glass of port, he ordered a bottle of tequila that he took off to one of the smaller tables near the window.
Feel free to join him, he'll probably even share the tequila.
Realizing belatedly that he was making a scene, he forced himself to calm again, tugging his mourning jacket straight before making his way smoothly, if tensely, to the bar. Instead of the usual glass of port, he ordered a bottle of tequila that he took off to one of the smaller tables near the window.
Feel free to join him, he'll probably even share the tequila.
Crowe v. Dark, Part II
Jul. 16th, 2007 11:08 pmspooky-shrink.livejournal.com[OOC: A week ago, Malcolm Crowe finally came face-to-face with the one who had been sending him horrific dreams. The days since then have been much worse, as Dark torments him with one vision after another of Malcolm's wife, Anna, dying before his eyes. Malcolm is very near the breaking point--until something he once read makes him think he might have one last chance.]
