Jul. 19th, 2007
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Jul. 19th, 2007 07:45 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
twiceahero.livejournal.com[OOM: Sometimes this job is really weird. But days when you get messages from your past self are weirder than most.
She tracks down the courier and somehow finds the conversation encouraging]
She tracks down the courier and somehow finds the conversation encouraging]
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Jul. 19th, 2007 08:13 amsylvie-barker.livejournal.comSylvie's outside. It's too bright a day to spend indoors, and she's been keen to see more of the grounds. So, brunette Missouran out by the lake, walking at a brisk pace toward the woods. Occasionally she halts to look around, but she's also taking in the sounds and scents here. Botherable, and in an easier mood than past days.
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Jul. 19th, 2007 08:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
1st_starfighterAlex was about, reading, thinking, and watching the crowd. It was something of a new habit, acquired and slowly being refined. It wasn't so much the fact that he was unsure of approaching strangers as the fact that he was unsure of approaching strangers and not making an utter fool of himself.
So far, sitting and watching seemed a good course most days.
It worked, anyway. Or seemed to.
So, there he was, watching the crowd and thinking.
So far, sitting and watching seemed a good course most days.
It worked, anyway. Or seemed to.
So, there he was, watching the crowd and thinking.
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Jul. 19th, 2007 08:40 aminquisitiveheroThere was a Henry McCoy in the bar.
There was a Henry McCoy in the bar, watching the Door, and thinking.
The door usually didn't show up until it was time for him to go, time to live out another piece of his life. He had never figured out why, or by what standards it worked, or what it was that made it open or close. But it kept happening this way. Bound for a few weeks, then back home for a new adventure, then back again. And sometimes, he wondered why he went back. People seemed to need him, but... did they, really?
Whatever the case, he wasn't quite ready to go, however, so he sat there and watched the door, a little edgy, and a lot thoughtful.
There was a Henry McCoy in the bar, watching the Door, and thinking.
The door usually didn't show up until it was time for him to go, time to live out another piece of his life. He had never figured out why, or by what standards it worked, or what it was that made it open or close. But it kept happening this way. Bound for a few weeks, then back home for a new adventure, then back again. And sometimes, he wondered why he went back. People seemed to need him, but... did they, really?
Whatever the case, he wasn't quite ready to go, however, so he sat there and watched the door, a little edgy, and a lot thoughtful.
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Jul. 19th, 2007 09:56 amworks-in-space.livejournal.comJim stares out the observation window. He's spent the better part of the day trying to find out when he will get directions as to where the Enterprise will be headed on its shakedown cruise. With christening day looming, he should had the orders by now. It didn't used to be this slow, did it? Back in the day, Starfleet would just say "go!" and he would. Now? All he could think was that with any luck, he's have his orders in time to get his ship in place for what was going on outside the window.
He signals a rat, orders a coffee, and watches the heat-death.
[ooc: There are always possibilities...of slowtime for work.]
He signals a rat, orders a coffee, and watches the heat-death.
[ooc: There are always possibilities...of slowtime for work.]
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Jul. 19th, 2007 11:06 amdust-to-order.livejournal.comThe Front Door opens.
The woman who enters may be recognizable to some of the patrons; however, it's not Quinn's world that's behind her as she closes the Door.
Something large, heavy, and snarling slams into it from the other side. She just shakes her head and moves away.
The black/grey burqa is still there, if slightly altered by the X-badge she wears openly, and the gleam of metal beneath her sleeves, covering both arms.
She goes to Bar and asks quietly for a drink. Still not alcohol, but not tea, either.
Sooraya moves gracefully,if her posture shows weariness, she shrugs it off after a few minutes and takes a seat.
For her, it's been quite some time since she's seen the place. She hasn't forgotten, however.
Never that.
((open for tags, though this is an older 'version' she's still Sooraya, happy to talk to anyone she knows. Slowtimes highly probable, I'm afraid))
The woman who enters may be recognizable to some of the patrons; however, it's not Quinn's world that's behind her as she closes the Door.
Something large, heavy, and snarling slams into it from the other side. She just shakes her head and moves away.
The black/grey burqa is still there, if slightly altered by the X-badge she wears openly, and the gleam of metal beneath her sleeves, covering both arms.
She goes to Bar and asks quietly for a drink. Still not alcohol, but not tea, either.
Sooraya moves gracefully,if her posture shows weariness, she shrugs it off after a few minutes and takes a seat.
For her, it's been quite some time since she's seen the place. She hasn't forgotten, however.
Never that.
((open for tags, though this is an older 'version' she's still Sooraya, happy to talk to anyone she knows. Slowtimes highly probable, I'm afraid))
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Jul. 19th, 2007 11:29 ampoisonwineBelle stalks into Bar.
Despite the fact that she's wearing her 'huge tracts of land' shirt, she looks every bit the assassin today.
After finding out about Guppy's trouble, and blowing off steam with Atton and Sam, she'd stormed straight out of Milliways, sending Alex a hurried telepathic goodbye.
Taking a job had helped a bit, but only somewhat. She makes a beeline for Bar, who doesn't give her any notes.
"Dammit."
No news is not good news.
Despite the fact that she's wearing her 'huge tracts of land' shirt, she looks every bit the assassin today.
After finding out about Guppy's trouble, and blowing off steam with Atton and Sam, she'd stormed straight out of Milliways, sending Alex a hurried telepathic goodbye.
Taking a job had helped a bit, but only somewhat. She makes a beeline for Bar, who doesn't give her any notes.
"Dammit."
No news is not good news.
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Jul. 19th, 2007 12:24 pmjack_inthegreenOut by the lake, near the trees, Jack is playing with his babies. Georgia likes to run around barefoot in the grass--you wouldn't expect anything different from a nature goddess, would you?--and Keiran has recently discovered that he can crawl. Mobility!
Something's a bit odd about the forest, though, and it takes Jack a few minutes to put his finger on it. The forest is utterly silent: no birdcalls, no flutter of wings, no taps of beak against bark.
Nothing.
What happened? he asks the trees.
The little ones, they're gone. There are too many insects feeding on our roots, and the foxes are going hungry.
"Well, that's not right," Jack murmurs and calls the children to him. Georgia plops onto the grass near him and blinks at him with wide green eyes. Keiran crawls over and lays a curious hand on his knee. "I need your help, children," he tells them, and out of the universe he creates an egg. Georgia claps her hands, laughing, and Keiran says, "Oooo!"
"What shall it be?" Jack asks them.
"Wobin!"
Peacock!
"Swan!"
Woodpecker!
"Eagle!"
"Yes, yes," Jack agrees with each one, and more besides; every bird you'd normally find in a forest in Scotland he calls into this egg.
"Now," he tells them and holds the egg out in the palm of his hand. "Give them your blessing."
Georgia thinks, and then taps the egg with her finger. "No die!"
"No die?" Jack asks, raising his eyebrows. "Ever?"
"Never never never!"
"Well, maybe natural causes," Jack decides. "We don't want it getting too crowded. What will happen to them if they eat all the bugs?"
Georgia pouts. "Otay. Nat'al causes."
"Very good, sweetheart. We can't forget the cycle, even when we want to." He holds the egg out to Keiran.
The baby slaps the egg with his hand. Sing pretty songs!
"This is going to be a very noisy forest," Jack observes, and over the egg gives his own blessing: May the bugs be plentiful, the eggs many, and the predators few, and closes his hand over the egg.
When he opens it again there's no egg, only flocks and flocks of forest birds, who fly away into the trees in a rush of color and rustle of wings.
"Much better," Jack says. "Now. Who wants to play hide'n'go seek?"
Something's a bit odd about the forest, though, and it takes Jack a few minutes to put his finger on it. The forest is utterly silent: no birdcalls, no flutter of wings, no taps of beak against bark.
Nothing.
What happened? he asks the trees.
The little ones, they're gone. There are too many insects feeding on our roots, and the foxes are going hungry.
"Well, that's not right," Jack murmurs and calls the children to him. Georgia plops onto the grass near him and blinks at him with wide green eyes. Keiran crawls over and lays a curious hand on his knee. "I need your help, children," he tells them, and out of the universe he creates an egg. Georgia claps her hands, laughing, and Keiran says, "Oooo!"
"What shall it be?" Jack asks them.
"Wobin!"
Peacock!
"Swan!"
Woodpecker!
"Eagle!"
"Yes, yes," Jack agrees with each one, and more besides; every bird you'd normally find in a forest in Scotland he calls into this egg.
"Now," he tells them and holds the egg out in the palm of his hand. "Give them your blessing."
Georgia thinks, and then taps the egg with her finger. "No die!"
"No die?" Jack asks, raising his eyebrows. "Ever?"
"Never never never!"
"Well, maybe natural causes," Jack decides. "We don't want it getting too crowded. What will happen to them if they eat all the bugs?"
Georgia pouts. "Otay. Nat'al causes."
"Very good, sweetheart. We can't forget the cycle, even when we want to." He holds the egg out to Keiran.
The baby slaps the egg with his hand. Sing pretty songs!
"This is going to be a very noisy forest," Jack observes, and over the egg gives his own blessing: May the bugs be plentiful, the eggs many, and the predators few, and closes his hand over the egg.
When he opens it again there's no egg, only flocks and flocks of forest birds, who fly away into the trees in a rush of color and rustle of wings.
"Much better," Jack says. "Now. Who wants to play hide'n'go seek?"
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Jul. 19th, 2007 04:06 pmvelocitygirlInyri is in the bar--specifically at Bar, sipping at a drink, and eying the door idly.
The mun has obviously lost all creativity. But botherable.
The mun has obviously lost all creativity. But botherable.
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Jul. 19th, 2007 05:01 pmsynapse-circuit.livejournal.comBack in his own world, J.C. was not a great reader of books. Oh, he wouldn't shirk at reading whatever was assigned to him by his teachers when he was a kid, and he read newspapers (online and off) almost religiously. But reading for pleasure was something he never did.
Here, though, he has a lot of time on his hands, and nothing pressing to do. He also keenly misses his brother Paul, who is as enamored of books as J.C. is indifferent to them. So he recently started reading something he remembers from his brother's collection, a title from the spine of a well-worn paperback: The Gunslinger, by Stephen King.
J.C. is about a third of the way through the book by now, and seems to be very absorbed in it, if the half-full glass of forgotten, gone-flat soda is any indication.
Here, though, he has a lot of time on his hands, and nothing pressing to do. He also keenly misses his brother Paul, who is as enamored of books as J.C. is indifferent to them. So he recently started reading something he remembers from his brother's collection, a title from the spine of a well-worn paperback: The Gunslinger, by Stephen King.
J.C. is about a third of the way through the book by now, and seems to be very absorbed in it, if the half-full glass of forgotten, gone-flat soda is any indication.
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Jul. 19th, 2007 05:29 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_estsanatlehi_/Ana, once again, thought that people could use a bit of unabashed glee.
Which was why she came into the bar at age almost-four, with Nan, the green-tinted goat in tow. She was humming a song, Ana, not Nan, and apparently content with the way of the world, finally flopping down in front of the fire to inspect the weave of the rug.
Feel free to help, or ask about her parents, or give her a cookie, whatever.
Which was why she came into the bar at age almost-four, with Nan, the green-tinted goat in tow. She was humming a song, Ana, not Nan, and apparently content with the way of the world, finally flopping down in front of the fire to inspect the weave of the rug.
Feel free to help, or ask about her parents, or give her a cookie, whatever.
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Jul. 19th, 2007 06:33 pmtyria-sarkin.livejournal.comTyria didn't think she'd ever say she'd gotten used to the place.
It didn't stop her from noting the good aspects of it. If someone was going to be stuck, there were definitely worse accommodations and duller company.
She found herself restless, though, after only a few days.
She was not used to being idle, and the reason why this "Landlord" would confine her here still eluded her.
At any rate, she wasn't going to sit on her hands while she tried to figure it out.
So, she's at a booth near the fire place, attempting to compose a notice for the bulletin board.
There are quite a few crumpled pieces of paper on the table by her half-empty glass.
Looking over her shoulder is completely acceptable. By now, yes, she's noticed that Milliways tends to serve up weirdness as often as alcohol.
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Jul. 19th, 2007 06:43 pmwill_scarlettThe door finally opens during a summer storm, its been three weeks in Nottingham and Will had been running inside to get dry. He's leaner and browner and currently soaking wet with his staff in one hand as he grins to see the Bar again.
At Bar, he gets a towel and dries off looking around for his friends and wondering how much time passed, before ordering a chocolate croissant since he does miss chocolate in Nottingham. Then goes to sit by the fire to dry off properly while just enjoying being back.
At Bar, he gets a towel and dries off looking around for his friends and wondering how much time passed, before ordering a chocolate croissant since he does miss chocolate in Nottingham. Then goes to sit by the fire to dry off properly while just enjoying being back.
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Jul. 19th, 2007 06:57 pmhapan-heiress.livejournal.comThere's a small, red-headed princess on her knees in a booth in the middle of the bar. There are little animal toys all over the table, and she moves them around, humming to herself and making noises and making them have conversations with each other.
She's completely lost in her four year old world. But completely botherable.
She's completely lost in her four year old world. But completely botherable.
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Jul. 19th, 2007 07:07 pmfirst-sixth.livejournal.comIt's been a long day, and one Dr. Oliver is currently seated at a table, indulging in well-deserved slice (or three) of pizza. There's a copy of Jack Prelutsky's There'll Be a Slight Delay: And Other Poems For Grown-Ups open next to his plate, and he's really doing his best not to laugh with his mouth full.
He's even being met with partial success.
The day's events have left him with a partial black eye and a cut being held together by a couple of butterfly closures on his left temple, and his right wrist is bandaged, but he seems happy and cheerful for all that. It's all part of the job.
Besides, it's hard to be moody when you've got a three-day weekend!
He's even being met with partial success.
The day's events have left him with a partial black eye and a cut being held together by a couple of butterfly closures on his left temple, and his right wrist is bandaged, but he seems happy and cheerful for all that. It's all part of the job.
Besides, it's hard to be moody when you've got a three-day weekend!
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Jul. 19th, 2007 07:15 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_romana_/Romana is a social creature, even if she's been spending quite a lot more time in her TARDIS putting long hours into her thesis work than in the bar. Tonight, she is combining both her desire to feel a part of something, and a desire to get through the terrifyingly large lists of things to do before she can send the final draft of her thesis off.
The table she selects creaks ominously as she sets a large stack of loose-leaf paper upon it, along with her collection of pens, a pot of tea and her favorite teacup, a plate of biscuits, three heavy research tomes, and a rubick's cube.
"MISTRESS!" A small metal dog rolls along the floor, carrying a two pots - one of sugar and one of cream, on its boxy back. "YOU FORGOT THESE, MISTRESS." The petite blonde smiles at her mechanical companion and, thanking him, adds these to the collection on the table.
The table she selects creaks ominously as she sets a large stack of loose-leaf paper upon it, along with her collection of pens, a pot of tea and her favorite teacup, a plate of biscuits, three heavy research tomes, and a rubick's cube.
"MISTRESS!" A small metal dog rolls along the floor, carrying a two pots - one of sugar and one of cream, on its boxy back. "YOU FORGOT THESE, MISTRESS." The petite blonde smiles at her mechanical companion and, thanking him, adds these to the collection on the table.
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Jul. 19th, 2007 07:48 pmrebel-falcon.livejournal.com"Chewie!"
There's a frustrated, messed-up head hanging directly down from the roof, where the access hatch is.
"Chewie, you great hairy fuzzball, ain't y'had enough yet? Bar ain't that great a place!"
Han eyes the bar in question.
"...well, a'right, except for the booze. And the women. And avoidin' that whiny kid and the old guy. Hell, this is the longest damn time the Alderaan trip's ever taken. Yeah, I'm comin', I'm comin'."
He swings down the ladder, which promptly vanishes behind him, and stalks over towards the bar, still grumbling under his breath.
There's a frustrated, messed-up head hanging directly down from the roof, where the access hatch is.
"Chewie, you great hairy fuzzball, ain't y'had enough yet? Bar ain't that great a place!"
Han eyes the bar in question.
"...well, a'right, except for the booze. And the women. And avoidin' that whiny kid and the old guy. Hell, this is the longest damn time the Alderaan trip's ever taken. Yeah, I'm comin', I'm comin'."
He swings down the ladder, which promptly vanishes behind him, and stalks over towards the bar, still grumbling under his breath.
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Jul. 19th, 2007 07:55 pmbright-burning.livejournal.comIt's been a while.
Maybe it's been longer for her. Maybe the door opens to the cracklesnap of burning wood, the bright glow of flames when they dance through forests and leave behind grey ashes to mix with the soft pink of the fireweed. Maybe when she enters, she's surprised, almost turning back and away.
Maybe.
It's been a while, anyway. But she stays, picking out a booth with a decent view of the bar and settling down to toy idly with her lighter (a new one, sleek silver instead of bright red), bringing with her only the strong scent of woodsmoke and burnt pine.
She smiles. The fire gleams in her eyes.
Maybe it's been longer for her. Maybe the door opens to the cracklesnap of burning wood, the bright glow of flames when they dance through forests and leave behind grey ashes to mix with the soft pink of the fireweed. Maybe when she enters, she's surprised, almost turning back and away.
Maybe.
It's been a while, anyway. But she stays, picking out a booth with a decent view of the bar and settling down to toy idly with her lighter (a new one, sleek silver instead of bright red), bringing with her only the strong scent of woodsmoke and burnt pine.
She smiles. The fire gleams in her eyes.
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Jul. 19th, 2007 08:06 pmkinshou-kitsune.livejournal.comSometimes even kami need breaks from planing and plotting. Which is why there is a ball of white fluff curled up in one of the tables centers. Two sleepy blue eyes can barely be seen peeking out between what looks like four tails that have helped to create the ball-ish shape of the little kitsune.
Anyone is welcome to come poke the ball-o-fluff..just..don't be to surprised at how the little fox may react.
Anyone is welcome to come poke the ball-o-fluff..just..don't be to surprised at how the little fox may react.
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Jul. 19th, 2007 09:10 pmobservethesound.livejournal.comShe's been around. Maybe you didn't notice her in an obvious way. But she's been here. Offering quiet help to those in need who wanted it, and praying in peaceful solitude.
Simple fare of rice and green tea at her table tonight. Plate of almond cookies for any company, staying to talk, or just passing by. And of course, they were just cookies. Nothing more or less.
Simple fare of rice and green tea at her table tonight. Plate of almond cookies for any company, staying to talk, or just passing by. And of course, they were just cookies. Nothing more or less.
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Jul. 19th, 2007 09:31 pmhis-sarah-jane.livejournal.comSo, this is a sight that hasn't been seen in Milliways for a while, due to the mun's insane travels: one Sarah Jane, lounging on the couch by the fireplace with a silly romance novel and a glass of Pimms. Although, if you were to ask her, she would quite possibly deny the existance of her book all together.
Or claim that it really is an amazing work of literature.
Or claim that it really is an amazing work of literature.
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Jul. 19th, 2007 10:06 pmsed-en-ta-ry.livejournal.comDarcy was once again sitting at one of the small tables near the window. Her dress was cranberry tonight, and not so much fringed as gauzy, the feather on her headband matched and she was wearing a red-ribbon and rhinestone choker.
This wasn't, strictly speaking, dressed up, it as just dressed. She was singing another shanty quietly, mostly to herself: "Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady you know who I am
You know I can't let you slide through my hands
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away"
This wasn't, strictly speaking, dressed up, it as just dressed. She was singing another shanty quietly, mostly to herself: "Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady you know who I am
You know I can't let you slide through my hands
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away"
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Jul. 19th, 2007 10:36 pmdid-not-blouse.livejournal.com[OOM: Just before arriving Frank Perconte goes on a hygenic quest]
The front door opens and lets in a muddy man in uniform who had been heading into the aid station in search of a toothbrush. He didn't expect to find a bar when he passed through the tent flaps. The surprised look he's wearing is pretty telling of this fact.
He pulls off his helmet and doesn't notice as the door closes behind him.
"Uh...am I in the officer's tent?"
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Jul. 19th, 2007 11:01 pmgil-whimple.livejournal.comIn the kitchen it was getting on for the end of the working day. Since Hannibal had left, Gil had been pulling rather more than his usual double shifts but that was all right. Fauns were tough beasts and as long as he was in that shape he could keep going.
Tonight, however, he was uneasy. It was almost as though there was a thunderstorm coming and he found himself going to the door of the bar and peering through the cracks then to the door to the garden and looking out over the lake several times in the course of the evening.
Finally, his work was done and he picked Ratty up, set her on his shoulder and went out into the quiet dark.
Beside the lake he stopped and sniffed the air. "What is it, Ratty?" he asked. "Do you know?"
Squeak she replied and he sighed.
Tonight, however, he was uneasy. It was almost as though there was a thunderstorm coming and he found himself going to the door of the bar and peering through the cracks then to the door to the garden and looking out over the lake several times in the course of the evening.
Finally, his work was done and he picked Ratty up, set her on his shoulder and went out into the quiet dark.
Beside the lake he stopped and sniffed the air. "What is it, Ratty?" he asked. "Do you know?"
Squeak she replied and he sighed.
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Jul. 19th, 2007 11:07 pmmissginnytonic.livejournal.comGinny walks in to the bar. Sitting at a table relaxing. She start to twist her hair around her finger slowly after ordering from a waitrat. ITs been too long since she's been in the bar. around the friends she has here. Sometimes it feels like change. And th thing is even if this place changes something about it is always the same.
