Multi-pup post: J.C. and Emma Bishop

[lady-detective.livejournal.com]

During the past few days, I've taken to feeding the duck-things in the lake. I call them duck-things because, while they are ducklike in most respects, they have the shells of turtles, and I don't know the proper name for such creatures.

They're friendly, anyway, and have taken to swimming up to meet me when I walk on the lakeshore. Where food is concerned, at least, they learn quickly. I'm currently entertaining them with pieces torn off a loaf of white bread.

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J.C. is on the firing range, practicing with his miniature crossbow. He started out just shooting the target, but he's taken to diving and rolling, coming up on his knees and then firing (this is a trick he's had to do fairly often, and will no doubt have to do more in the future). Almost all of his shots are hitting the target, but not so close to the bull's-eye as he would like.

[OOC: Work-related slowtiming possible.]

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[alorn-bear.livejournal.com]

The Nadaam festival is over and Belar is in an outright splendid mood after seeing his new people's performance. There's going to be a couple of Dorbed on the Mongolian Olympic team in 2012, if he's any judge. It would be cause for celebration if he hadn't been celebrating with his people this whole time.

Just now, though, he could use a little bit of time away from all the partying- never let anyone know that he said that, by the way, it'd be terrible for his rep- so he's come to Milliways. And once again he's put up his usual sign:

ANSWERING PRAYERS
BACK IN 15 MINUTES

Below the line with the automatically decrementing time counter on it, in smaller print, it says:

GOT A HORSE OR OTHER STEED?
INTERESTED IN LEARNING MOUNTED ARCHERY?
TALK TO ME ABOUT POSSIBLE LESSONS.

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[stubborn-annie.livejournal.com]

Ordinarily Annie would have a stack of some sort of pastry at her table and a placard about testing recipes for her restaurant, but after the hell they went through at the bakery yesterday with the walk-in and the repairman, she's in no mood whatsoever to face a major appliance. What a lucky thing that Milliways does not require her to do so.

Today's accompaniment to breakfast: a mug of tea and a large, illustrated manual on the topic of Schutzhund training, since Harry left the thing in the bathroom and she might as well familiarise herself with the topic.

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[rt-5478.livejournal.com]

Here, have an Artie.

He's got his quantum laptop out, and is intently scrutinizing whatever's on the screen.

If you look over his shoulder, you'll find that he's reading a very peculiar BBC news story.

OOM

[krazyglusurgeon.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Cooper's vacation continues.]

Do you see that? The man walking into the bar? THAT is a happy wizard.

[mago_sonriente]

More precisely, it is a dancing, singing wizard.

The dancing's a little easier to tell than the singing since he's clearly doing the merengue as he walks through the door. The music is almost easier to see than hear as the notes match the movements.

"Mmmm...Ay, no ha que llorar... que la vida es un carnaval,
es mas bello vivir cantando."

Spin.

"Oh," shuffle "oh," shuffle "oh," shuffle.
"Ay," sliiide "no hay que llorar,
que la vida es un carnaval
y las penas se van cantandoooo.

There's a few moves to music purely in his head as he makes his way to a bar stool, which he sits on after a spin.

"Just water, querida."

It's no surprise he gets a tropical little umbrella in his water.

Guess who's class survived with all eyebrows present and accounted for? Three guesses and the first two don't count.

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[dinozordalapink.livejournal.com]

Ahh, how good it feels to have a nap.

Kimberly jumps the last few stairs and lands in perfect harmony on the floor, giving her triumphant grin. She has cleaned off a bit and ready for a good chat and some hot tea. Chamomile, perhaps. No, no. Mint. Peppermint? Green tea! Green with jasmine. Or just jasmine? Nah, how about a nice white tea? That works.

Retrieving her tea, she goes and finds a nice, large couch and plops herself down carefully in the middle of it. It looks like the couch Tommy had occupied before, but it couldn't be, because otherwise she'd be all over the pillows trying to smell his scent.

She wasn't a crazy ex girlfriend. She wasn't a crazy ex girlfriend. She liked Tommy's smell.. it's not that bad, is it?

Either way, she might be up for a chat if you approach nicely.

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[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan had been sitting at one of the couches. Still Bound, still troubled. Been hard to sleep at night. So little surprise that he had now dozed off. Luckily for surrounding patrons, he's not the type to snore.
(And unlike the icon, there's no super strong nekkid blonde sleeping by him right now.)

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[notjustatoaster.livejournal.com]

Sharon hasn't been out of her room much since she regained her memory, only to collect some food and a few other items from the Bar.

Each time she came down the stairs a door was staring at her, well as much as a door can stare. This time was no exception.

She walked past it glaring and headed to the Bar for a drink. As she propped herself on a stool and ordered her drink she glanced back over her shoulder at the door. It had been there for a while now maybe it was time to think about going home.

bartending

[wizard_dresden]

"Bob, I'm a little concerned about something."

"What's that boss?"

"I've gotten word that there's something going on here this weekend."

"Here in the bar?"

"Okay, I should've said 'back home in Chicago', but you know what I mean."

"Nope. Sorry, no clue. The last time you let me out Mouse was still on the puppy food."

I roll my eyes at the skull. "Now come on, you know that's not true." It's been a while, but not that long.

"Fine fine," Bob sighs. "What's going on this weekend?"

"That's just it." I shrug. "I don't know. The rumor is a whole hoarde of crazy fan-people are going to be in town."

"Harry, there are already hoardes of crazy fan-people in Chicago."

Another glare at the skull - I'm getting well-practiced at them. "I know, but this group is congregating in a single location for three days. Kind of like SplatterCon!!!..." Yes, the exclamation points are necessary. "...but not for horror films."

"Then what for?"

All of this stuff goes over Bob's head sometimes, I think. "See, that's what I don't know. It could be a crowd of cheese fans or pet rock enthusiats. How are we to know."

Bob rolls his orange eyelights. "Harry, please. Pet rock enthusiasts have better things to do with their time."

"Yes, all those tricks you can teach a rock." I rub a hand over the back of my neck. "Really, Bob, is this something I should be concerned about?"

"I don't think so. But if you give me, say, a seventy-two hour leave, I could go check it out for you?"

I frown at the skull. "Nice try, Bob."

I'll figure something out. In the meantime:

Specials
Chicago Fizz
Chicago Cocktail


"What'll ya have?"

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[misterparker.livejournal.com]

Mister Parker comes in, suit tie hanging loose from his neck. With a grin, he puts a hand on the bar.

"Hey lady."

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[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

[OOM: July 17, 2012; Logan Ranch, Santa Barbara, CA.

Everything must come to an end.

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

          --"Masters of War", Bob Dylan]

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[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

OOM: It's no use deceiving -- neither of us wants to be alone.

Three weeks in the lives of Charlie McGee and Prometheus, subsequent to all this.

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[neartoinsanity.livejournal.com]

So, John's been thinking since he spoke to Angel (whose name he was still uncertain of, but she was sweet enough).

Unwrite Cane.

He wasn't a writer, and he wasn't sure he could unwrite what Cane had written.

But it got him wondering if he could destroy Cane instead. Maybe that would undo all that Cane had done.

John knows he can't do it on his own.

This means he's on the prowl, looking for people who might be able to return to the mess of his world and help him put it right. Write a sequel, of sorts.


[OOC: Slowtime, please. Mun has an out of town guest and is extremely exhausted, but is trying to move along with Not Going to Millicon Plot. Tag at will, and the tags will be responded to. :D!]

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[argyle_princess]

Before she left last night, through judicious use of Millitime, Hannah left a note for Angela Montenegro, scrawled in green ink on the back of a photocopy of a page from a book of nautical tales.

She was done with it. And it's good to recycle.

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[wizard_howell]

[ OOM: At the castle, a blessedly quiet moment is interrupted by the spectre of war. ]

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[scurlock]

He hasn't been seen for a few days.

That's not to say he hasn't been around. He stood in the distance and watched the Narnians go, watched Caspian and his family go, feeling like he should be there, even if he'd only met the man a few days before.

Doc's not in the bar, tonight.

If one knows where to look, they'll find him at the part of the lake where the inlet to the sea has been formed, where the waves lap softly onto sand in the faint light from the thinnest sliver of the moon.

He's getting married in two weeks, once he leaves the bar. He could go home now if he wanted to, and do that. But tonight he's sitting on the beach, next to a small fire that he occasionally feeds with a stick or bundle of dry brush. There's a bottle of rum stuck in the sand and he's got his knife and a few pieces of wood he's fiddling with. But mainly he's thinking and watching the light on the water.

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[ladyfirestarter]

The front door opens, and a few seconds go by before Charlie McGee steps in.

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[gonna_live]

If Kaylee looks a little more relaxed than usual it's not due to anything getting better -- more that she spent a long, productive day concentrating on things that make sense.

Her face is looking freshly (and undelicately) scrubbed when she sinks into an armchair with a sigh.