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whoisnoman.livejournal.com[OOM: At home in Nyissa, Sadi is a bit complacent, to say the least. He'll be sorry soon enough.]
Sep. 12th, 2007
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undignified[ Not-quite-OOM: out by the lake, Wes Janson and Shalla Nelprin have an encounter that can't quite decide whether it's an argument, a fight, or sex.
With snark, violence, and almost resolved sexual tension. ]
With snark, violence, and almost resolved sexual tension. ]
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Sep. 12th, 2007 03:22 amsed-en-ta-ry.livejournal.comIt was still an hour or two before dawn, and Darcy was perched on the windowsill, sipping almost delicately from a teacup that didn't contain tea. She'd stick around and watch for a while before heading outside to meet the sun. She'd looked for her door earlier, still no sign of it, oh well, she'd get back when she was supposed to.
Her dress was an almost somber affair, black and short and strapless but with feaux sleeves, trimmed in black rhinestones and grey freshwater pearls. There was no feather in her headband, it was simply a wide strip of black velvet ribbon with a rhinestone and pearl spangle.
Her dress was an almost somber affair, black and short and strapless but with feaux sleeves, trimmed in black rhinestones and grey freshwater pearls. There was no feather in her headband, it was simply a wide strip of black velvet ribbon with a rhinestone and pearl spangle.
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Sep. 12th, 2007 03:37 amundignifiedWes walks in from the lake, slowly and definitely favouring one leg. He's got a black eye developing, too, and a cut on his cheek, but if there are any other marks or bruises, they're hidden by his clothes.
"Hey," he says to Bar when he reaches her, "can I get some bacta patches?"
They appear, along with some rubbing alcohol, and he hesitates.
"...and another copy of the key to my room, um, I left mine ... somewhere else."
He picks up this and the alcohol gratefully, stuffs the patches in his jacket pocket, and turns to go.
"--and a bottle of Whyren's," he adds quickly; he thanks Bar when this appears (it takes a few seconds longer), takes it, and heads upstairs to his own room.
[ooc: not really here, sorry! bedtime. poke me tomorrow if you want a thread.]
"Hey," he says to Bar when he reaches her, "can I get some bacta patches?"
They appear, along with some rubbing alcohol, and he hesitates.
"...and another copy of the key to my room, um, I left mine ... somewhere else."
He picks up this and the alcohol gratefully, stuffs the patches in his jacket pocket, and turns to go.
"--and a bottle of Whyren's," he adds quickly; he thanks Bar when this appears (it takes a few seconds longer), takes it, and heads upstairs to his own room.
[ooc: not really here, sorry! bedtime. poke me tomorrow if you want a thread.]
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Sep. 12th, 2007 05:56 amwill_scarlettWill's healed and so has returned to his morning routine of sword work, at the moment he's out by the pells going through his forms.
Soon he'll have to go back to Nottingham, he's not ready to quite yet, he wants to see Molly before he leaves and find out the best way to help Inari.
For the moment, he's focusing on the thwack of steel on wood as he moves quickly and surely.
Soon he'll have to go back to Nottingham, he's not ready to quite yet, he wants to see Molly before he leaves and find out the best way to help Inari.
For the moment, he's focusing on the thwack of steel on wood as he moves quickly and surely.
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Sep. 12th, 2007 08:02 amgabriel_tam[OOM: On Londinium, Gabriel Tam goes home.
It's not long before he's receiving visitors there, too. Some conversations, however, go better than others.]
It's not long before he's receiving visitors there, too. Some conversations, however, go better than others.]
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Sep. 12th, 2007 08:40 amdingdongdoodily.livejournal.com A redheaded drummer steps through the door and hold the phone!!! HE'S ALMOST ACTUALLY SOBER!
Will wonders never cease?
Of course, the only reason Pickles would step foot in a bar is the obvious reason.
He orders a bud.
Will wonders never cease?
Of course, the only reason Pickles would step foot in a bar is the obvious reason.
He orders a bud.
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Sep. 12th, 2007 09:05 amforge-fire.livejournal.comYou might wonder why he's here.
After all, he's taken a whole booth. He's got something laying out on the table, a complex clockwork mechanism that's almost dizzyingly intricate and multi-layered. It's hard to tell what it might be, but it's certainly large. He's working on it, though, with tools you can hardly see and the kind of focus that would be mildly unnerving if it was turned onto a person.
In one small corner of his table, there's a little bowl of cheese and olives, a hunk of bread, and a cup of coffee that could easily be mistaken for crude oil.
After all, he's taken a whole booth. He's got something laying out on the table, a complex clockwork mechanism that's almost dizzyingly intricate and multi-layered. It's hard to tell what it might be, but it's certainly large. He's working on it, though, with tools you can hardly see and the kind of focus that would be mildly unnerving if it was turned onto a person.
In one small corner of his table, there's a little bowl of cheese and olives, a hunk of bread, and a cup of coffee that could easily be mistaken for crude oil.
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Sep. 12th, 2007 10:00 amgotham-knocking.livejournal.comKnox enters the Bar from the chill of Gotham. Fall has arrived in all its fury in his hometown, and he's cold and wet. He tosses aside hat and coat and jacket and orders a hot bowl of soup, as well as hot coffee. Some days need soup.
Come say hi.
[ooc: work related slowtime possible]
Come say hi.
[ooc: work related slowtime possible]
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Sep. 12th, 2007 10:42 amgone_byebye[OOM: "Ecto? I brought you a present."]
For a moment, the front door resembles a garage door more than anything else. It rumbles open to admit the big white-and-red hearse (which is humming to itself, its blue scanner-light rolling back and forth in a cheerful sort of way), then rumbles shut. "Bar?" the hearse says in Ray's tinny voice before extending one multiply-jointed robotic arm from underneath the driver's side front door. "This is for SARAH. I finished cleaning up the Map last night. Could you have one of the wait-rats bring it to her the next time she connects? Thanks." The arm deposits a data cartridge with what looks like a USB interface, then retracts out of sight.
Ray'll be heading for out back shortly, but if someone needs to talk to him first, he's inside the bar until the room rearranges itself enough for him to get out without crunching furniture.
For a moment, the front door resembles a garage door more than anything else. It rumbles open to admit the big white-and-red hearse (which is humming to itself, its blue scanner-light rolling back and forth in a cheerful sort of way), then rumbles shut. "Bar?" the hearse says in Ray's tinny voice before extending one multiply-jointed robotic arm from underneath the driver's side front door. "This is for SARAH. I finished cleaning up the Map last night. Could you have one of the wait-rats bring it to her the next time she connects? Thanks." The arm deposits a data cartridge with what looks like a USB interface, then retracts out of sight.
Ray'll be heading for out back shortly, but if someone needs to talk to him first, he's inside the bar until the room rearranges itself enough for him to get out without crunching furniture.
seker-pride.livejournal.comHere is a man.
Who has not been in bar for a while.
Because he spends too much time in his room.
Today he comes down to the bar proper.
Hello Strahan you're looking still yellow today!
Who has not been in bar for a while.
Because he spends too much time in his room.
Today he comes down to the bar proper.
Hello Strahan you're looking still yellow today!
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Sep. 12th, 2007 12:26 pmcallitavesper.livejournal.comJames Bond has a ton of cuts and a dysfunctional left arm.
He also has a silly little smile on his face.
Keep in mind that he's in pain. It hurts to move, even more so to walk, and there's nothing he can do to distract himself from it. But he's still smiling. He's smiling because he has two weeks leave, is spending it in a lovely house in Jamaica and had hoped to find Milliways in order to bring along a special guest he hadn't forgotten while searching for stolen coins, the beautiful woman who had something to do with them, the violent man she worked for, and...barracudas.
That's all done with, thank goodness, and he's back here for the first time in weeks. It's worth the pain, really. Just don't expect him to walk any further than the first two tables in, the second of which he promptly sits in to regather his strength before standing up and walking even further into the bar.
He's looking for someone, after all.
He also has a silly little smile on his face.
Keep in mind that he's in pain. It hurts to move, even more so to walk, and there's nothing he can do to distract himself from it. But he's still smiling. He's smiling because he has two weeks leave, is spending it in a lovely house in Jamaica and had hoped to find Milliways in order to bring along a special guest he hadn't forgotten while searching for stolen coins, the beautiful woman who had something to do with them, the violent man she worked for, and...barracudas.
That's all done with, thank goodness, and he's back here for the first time in weeks. It's worth the pain, really. Just don't expect him to walk any further than the first two tables in, the second of which he promptly sits in to regather his strength before standing up and walking even further into the bar.
He's looking for someone, after all.
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Sep. 12th, 2007 12:28 pmthemerlin[OOM: Merlin's 10 - Year 8 - The Year of Wandering - Once more wandering across the land, Merlin and Blaise encounter new and old menaces.]
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Sep. 12th, 2007 12:36 pmtorch-reporter.livejournal.comWinter is quickly coming to Smallville. Winter means a lot of things to many people. For Chloe Sullivan, it means an excuse to drink more coffee and coffee-related products than normal. No matter how crappy the Kansas winter got, she never complained about it, just for that reason.
Therefore, it should be no surprised to see the huge mug of steaming hot caffeinated goodness in front of her at the bar. She's shed her thick coat on to the chair and smiles happily at the treat in front of her.
No one makes a pumpkin latte the way Bar does. She dares you to prove otherwise.
Therefore, it should be no surprised to see the huge mug of steaming hot caffeinated goodness in front of her at the bar. She's shed her thick coat on to the chair and smiles happily at the treat in front of her.
No one makes a pumpkin latte the way Bar does. She dares you to prove otherwise.
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Sep. 12th, 2007 01:38 pmwee_hughie[OOM: A lot happened in the past 24 hours (vague Issue #10 details in condensed form).]
Wee Hughie looks like the walking dead as he shuffles in through the door.
Annnnd the pub isn't exactly the place he wants to be. He would've preferred his apartment.
...No, wait, his apartment is filthy and there's a disgusting smell coming from the alley below his window and there are crazy people always shouting in the hallway.
Milliways is better. Ooh, and there are couches here, nice, big, cushy couches.
Hughie makes a beeline for one of these couches. He takes off his trench coat and drapes it over himself like a blanket as he slumps down against the cushions. Heaving a sigh, he closes his eyes.
But even though he's exhausted...he can't fall asleep. There's just too much going on inside his head. Also, the knuckles on his left hand are busted up and it kinda hurts a bit.
Wee Hughie looks like the walking dead as he shuffles in through the door.
Annnnd the pub isn't exactly the place he wants to be. He would've preferred his apartment.
...No, wait, his apartment is filthy and there's a disgusting smell coming from the alley below his window and there are crazy people always shouting in the hallway.
Milliways is better. Ooh, and there are couches here, nice, big, cushy couches.
Hughie makes a beeline for one of these couches. He takes off his trench coat and drapes it over himself like a blanket as he slumps down against the cushions. Heaving a sigh, he closes his eyes.
But even though he's exhausted...he can't fall asleep. There's just too much going on inside his head. Also, the knuckles on his left hand are busted up and it kinda hurts a bit.
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Sep. 12th, 2007 02:05 pmlatino_menaceRamon's outside, hefting a sword in his hand. It's been ages since he practised any and he's restless today. Plus, he'd found himself thinking about Arithon yesterday and wondering where the hell he is. Life has been so busy recently that he'd hadn't given the man's absence much thought. But now it's autumn and almost exactly two years since things got...strange. And because he doesn't really want to think about where he was two years ago, he starts some drills. There are some things even men like him don't want to face.
Distractions would be welcome.
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Sep. 12th, 2007 02:13 pmtwoeyesonthesky.livejournal.comQuinn has never been a coward. Maybe he hasn't been as gung-ho to take risks as other men might've been, but that's not the same thing. When every day of your life since the age of twelve carries with it the message that something bigger than you, faster than you, and stronger than you is out to kill you and everything you love, that's just plain common sense. Having access to a few extra resources, having more people on your side, seeing that things you'd thought impossible could be done given a little time- that's great, but a few months of that doesn't change much in relation to twenty years of imminent death from above. It just means that his reluctance to open the door and return home comes with a side order of you could be handling this a lot better, you know.
He's doing the best he can to ignore that and get something decent to eat. There has to be some way to settle matters back home without getting his people killed or wiping out the Americans. The human race can't afford to lose another seventy members.
He's doing the best he can to ignore that and get something decent to eat. There has to be some way to settle matters back home without getting his people killed or wiping out the Americans. The human race can't afford to lose another seventy members.
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Sep. 12th, 2007 03:21 pmgoauld_theif( When back at home... )
Vala Mal Doran opens the door the leads to her quarters, and once, led to a bar at the end of the universe. However, like that time, again the bar appears before her.
"Finally. I was thinking you would never come back." A bright smile is crossing her face as she lets the door close behind her and begins to make her way to the bar proper.
Vala Mal Doran opens the door the leads to her quarters, and once, led to a bar at the end of the universe. However, like that time, again the bar appears before her.
"Finally. I was thinking you would never come back." A bright smile is crossing her face as she lets the door close behind her and begins to make her way to the bar proper.
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Sep. 12th, 2007 04:46 pmgrumpyseer.livejournal.com[Millitimed to Monday night: Some questions can be answered. Others can't.]
It's Dominic Deegan's third day in the bar. He's has moved from 'grumpy' to 'disgruntled' and is working his way toward 'irate.' He still doesn't have a way out, and every attempt to scry his purpose here results in the same weird vision of zombies and towers and some guy named 'von Stabbington.' He hasn't the faintest idea what actually happened there or what he's meant to do about it. He's not even sure if it's something that has happened or something that's going to happen.
Seer inna bar, off in the corner, looking very much Not Happy. Do you dare approach him?
It's Dominic Deegan's third day in the bar. He's has moved from 'grumpy' to 'disgruntled' and is working his way toward 'irate.' He still doesn't have a way out, and every attempt to scry his purpose here results in the same weird vision of zombies and towers and some guy named 'von Stabbington.' He hasn't the faintest idea what actually happened there or what he's meant to do about it. He's not even sure if it's something that has happened or something that's going to happen.
Seer inna bar, off in the corner, looking very much Not Happy. Do you dare approach him?
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Sep. 12th, 2007 05:22 pmgrimsister.livejournal.comSo, a week or two stuck in one place can go one of two ways. You can either get fed up with it, or you can get used to it, and to her extreme discomfort, Nico's finding the latter to be true in her case. She rationalises that it's due to Karolina and Gert and... well, everybody, apparently, being there too, although she hasn't seen them all, making it less being snatched away and more just yet another peculiar circumstance that's happened to them as a group.
And compared to some, it's not too bad, she grudgingly supposes. There's food, there's showers, and comfortable beds, and friends-- and trumping practically anywhere in the world, it appears to serve gingerbread lattes all year round.
Maybe it could be worse, she thinks, sipping her latest haughtily, and enjoying the mild sugar-caffeine buzz.
Okay, a lot worse, but she'll never admit it out loud.
And compared to some, it's not too bad, she grudgingly supposes. There's food, there's showers, and comfortable beds, and friends-- and trumping practically anywhere in the world, it appears to serve gingerbread lattes all year round.
Maybe it could be worse, she thinks, sipping her latest haughtily, and enjoying the mild sugar-caffeine buzz.
Okay, a lot worse, but she'll never admit it out loud.
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Sep. 12th, 2007 06:12 pmthere-is-a-me.livejournal.comOOM: Spoon is settling in. Mostly.
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Sep. 12th, 2007 06:16 pmsime-channel.livejournal.comSuzi Darley has a list of people to talk to about the disappearance of Ace's lover. So far nothing much has come of it (she asked Rachel. Rachel couldn't find him.) but she's compiling a list and will be going down it one name at a time.
That's what Security does, after all, and Suzi would do it even if it weren't someone from a Household that is missing.
...The politics there are even weirder than the sentence implies, considering that there are two Houses in Milliways, and neither of them would be recognized in Suzi's time and place, and one of them was bestowed on a group that probably still hasn't got much of a clue what it means.
Suzi's also got tea in a cup that says "SIME ONLY".
That's what Security does, after all, and Suzi would do it even if it weren't someone from a Household that is missing.
...The politics there are even weirder than the sentence implies, considering that there are two Houses in Milliways, and neither of them would be recognized in Suzi's time and place, and one of them was bestowed on a group that probably still hasn't got much of a clue what it means.
Suzi's also got tea in a cup that says "SIME ONLY".
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Sep. 12th, 2007 07:06 pmjokerswildwest.livejournal.comEnter one Alex West into the bar.
He appears to be in a good mood. He's dressed in casual wear today, no suit -- linen button down shirt, unbuttoned, with a t-shirt beneath and jeans. His boots are free of mud, and he's not covered in snow. He doesn't fall through the door, merely walks through.
Good moods are infectious, right? Alex sure hopes so.
So find him sitting at the bar with a glass of red wine and a smile on his face. Completely botherable.
He appears to be in a good mood. He's dressed in casual wear today, no suit -- linen button down shirt, unbuttoned, with a t-shirt beneath and jeans. His boots are free of mud, and he's not covered in snow. He doesn't fall through the door, merely walks through.
Good moods are infectious, right? Alex sure hopes so.
So find him sitting at the bar with a glass of red wine and a smile on his face. Completely botherable.
Life Support
Sep. 12th, 2007 07:06 pmcheevy.livejournal.comOkay, it's a bit late. But they've never done this before. Sometime in the afternoon, Miniver and Guppy clear out a space for a circle of chairs. There are signs up, and a table with coffee and tea and various snacks provided by the rats.
LIFE SUPPORT
Open to all
"So now I guess we just wait..."
[ooc: And lo, the Life Support meetings are revived! Come bitch about canon, about life in a bar, anything at all. Guppy's mun will be leaving before Miniver's, but slowtimed threads will be open perpetually.]
[ETA: Guppy-mun is out, but Miniver's mun will be around for a good long time yet!]
[ETA 2: On account of us getting started late, we'll be taking new threads through Thursday. So ignore the clock and jump in if you want. Slowtimes will be slowtimed as necessary. ^_^]
Open to all
"So now I guess we just wait..."
[ooc: And lo, the Life Support meetings are revived! Come bitch about canon, about life in a bar, anything at all. Guppy's mun will be leaving before Miniver's, but slowtimed threads will be open perpetually.]
[ETA: Guppy-mun is out, but Miniver's mun will be around for a good long time yet!]
[ETA 2: On account of us getting started late, we'll be taking new threads through Thursday. So ignore the clock and jump in if you want. Slowtimes will be slowtimed as necessary. ^_^]
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Sep. 12th, 2007 08:26 pmvelocitygirl[OOM: After Wes takes care of himself post-fight, he eventually returns to the room he shares with Inyri. There are things he has to tell her and Inyri reacts rather predictably for the situation. And true to Inyri's...Inyri-ness, she puts on a fake face and pretends everything is fine.
And just leaves when he falls asleep.]
And just leaves when he falls asleep.]
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Sep. 12th, 2007 08:30 pmvelocitygirlInyri's in the bar. And she's got a bottle of Whyren's Reserve and a glass that she's not using, opting to drink straight from the bottle.
She's at a table, with her chair tilted back, feet up on the table. Her eyes look a little red, and the grip on the bottle is tight. She's visibly not happy.
But. Botherable.
She's at a table, with her chair tilted back, feet up on the table. Her eyes look a little red, and the grip on the bottle is tight. She's visibly not happy.
But. Botherable.
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Sep. 12th, 2007 08:37 pmhenry-jones-jr.livejournal.com[OOM: Millitimed to early July, Indy gets his expected wolf cub delivery from Moon. Mike and Stampy are as thrilled by the new arrival as he is, but it's only fun and games until stuff gets broken and a name has to be chosen...]
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Sep. 12th, 2007 09:01 pmnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comAce is tired. She looks it, too, when she comes through the back door, making a beeline for the notice board. Her shoulders slump just that little bit more when there aren't any notes for her. Nothing about Spoon.
She takes a seat at the bar, orders up another over-chocolaty giant mocha and drags notepad out of the pocket of her coat, along with a pen. After scrubbing her face to try and come back to some semblance of alertness, she begins writing.
She takes a seat at the bar, orders up another over-chocolaty giant mocha and drags notepad out of the pocket of her coat, along with a pen. After scrubbing her face to try and come back to some semblance of alertness, she begins writing.
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Sep. 12th, 2007 09:10 pmguppy_sandhuThe doctor is in
Guppy is by the infirmary, making a set of cushion covers. By tomorrow, he expects to have a sofa to put them on.
Guppy is by the infirmary, making a set of cushion covers. By tomorrow, he expects to have a sofa to put them on.
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Sep. 12th, 2007 09:28 pmsoapcarvedhands.livejournal.comSomeone's back!
And looking a little worse for wear: instead of his usual off-the-shelf slacks and shirt, he is now clad in a sickly green jumpsuit. It does not go well with his complexion.
(Feel free to comment on this. Or on anything. Or just stop to say hi!)
And looking a little worse for wear: instead of his usual off-the-shelf slacks and shirt, he is now clad in a sickly green jumpsuit. It does not go well with his complexion.
(Feel free to comment on this. Or on anything. Or just stop to say hi!)
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Sep. 12th, 2007 09:32 pmyoung_womblePolishing service
Shoes: Five new pence per pair
Cutlery or silverwear: Two new pence per item
Other: Price negotiable according to size
Extra penny charge for sharp things.
Will also try and repair things (1970s or before)
For service, knock on table.
Wellington is still trying to find ways to pay off his tab, preferably without being seen.
He's not had any customers yet, so he's hiding under the table wondering how to advertise. Or expand his potential trades.
Shoes: Five new pence per pair
Cutlery or silverwear: Two new pence per item
Other: Price negotiable according to size
Extra penny charge for sharp things.
Will also try and repair things (1970s or before)
For service, knock on table.
Wellington is still trying to find ways to pay off his tab, preferably without being seen.
He's not had any customers yet, so he's hiding under the table wondering how to advertise. Or expand his potential trades.
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Sep. 12th, 2007 09:38 pmshadowsfound.livejournal.comKevin's sitting at the bar, having a late dinner.
He's also studying a set of blueprints. The Xavier Institute's, or what will be in one particular timeline.
While he can read them well enough, they aren't actually helping. They add up to the same thing every time: we're screwed.
He shakes off the mood, and takes up a pen to write notes to some folks,
"Don't suppose you..." he puts up a hand as Bar flickers an annoyed red for a
second. "Just asking. But yeah, a hacker or magic-user would come in handy. But I'll see if Sooraya knows anyone."
He's also studying a set of blueprints. The Xavier Institute's, or what will be in one particular timeline.
While he can read them well enough, they aren't actually helping. They add up to the same thing every time: we're screwed.
He shakes off the mood, and takes up a pen to write notes to some folks,
"Don't suppose you..." he puts up a hand as Bar flickers an annoyed red for a
second. "Just asking. But yeah, a hacker or magic-user would come in handy. But I'll see if Sooraya knows anyone."
Autobot! Transform and....
Sep. 12th, 2007 10:04 pmautocommander.livejournal.com....hang out.
And that's what Prime is doing, sitting in a chair, practicing with his electric guitar. Please note, those who have not seen him before, that right now he appears to be about seven feet tall.
He's getting better with the guitar, too.
Bother at will.
And that's what Prime is doing, sitting in a chair, practicing with his electric guitar. Please note, those who have not seen him before, that right now he appears to be about seven feet tall.
He's getting better with the guitar, too.
Bother at will.
Entry post of DOOM
Sep. 12th, 2007 10:07 pmgreatestinvader.livejournal.comGIR! Get the voot runner ready! I have PLAAANS. And oh such plans do I haaaave!" Came the muffled, squelching voice through the door before in walked an alien.
This alien, by the name of Zim, was green and small, was slurping on a fountain drink soda, smiling and oblivious about five steps in to the door, before large, red eyes open to see that this wasn't his lab.
"Hruh? Computer! What did you do to my lab!?" He yelled. "Computer, ANSWER ME! OBEY YOUR MASTER!"
Confused Zim needs orientation. Good luck with that.
This alien, by the name of Zim, was green and small, was slurping on a fountain drink soda, smiling and oblivious about five steps in to the door, before large, red eyes open to see that this wasn't his lab.
"Hruh? Computer! What did you do to my lab!?" He yelled. "Computer, ANSWER ME! OBEY YOUR MASTER!"
Confused Zim needs orientation. Good luck with that.
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Sep. 12th, 2007 10:17 pmblueeyedjohnny.livejournal.com[oom: The inevitable]
Johnny enters, cradling the baby in his arms. He sits down on the nearest chair, looking slightly shocked.
Because now he has a choice. He can do what he knows is right and make sure Edward gets to his uncle.
But getting court marshalled and executed would seriously cramp his style.
Johnny enters, cradling the baby in his arms. He sits down on the nearest chair, looking slightly shocked.
Because now he has a choice. He can do what he knows is right and make sure Edward gets to his uncle.
But getting court marshalled and executed would seriously cramp his style.
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Sep. 12th, 2007 10:49 pmthe_cupbearerThe thing about Olympus is that the drink selection is limited - there's wine and nectar, but, with those sitting around, no one really bothers going out to buy rum that often. Or, if they do, they haven't mentioned it to Ganymede. And when you match a pretty loaded job description with a lack of actual, godly powers, getting out of the place to hit a bar is a rare opportunity.
This, perhaps, is why the gods' cupbearer is sitting at the bar in semi-modern garb, flanked by a half dozen cups of his own., each glinting with a different pretty, presumably alcoholic liquid. In the Trojan's defense, however, most of the glasses are relatively full (for the moment), and he doesn't seem to be drunk (yet), so the Bar has apparently caught him in the early stages of taste-testing.
Pestering, interruptions, and attempted booze theft welcome! (By the mun, at least.)
This, perhaps, is why the gods' cupbearer is sitting at the bar in semi-modern garb, flanked by a half dozen cups of his own., each glinting with a different pretty, presumably alcoholic liquid. In the Trojan's defense, however, most of the glasses are relatively full (for the moment), and he doesn't seem to be drunk (yet), so the Bar has apparently caught him in the early stages of taste-testing.
Pestering, interruptions, and attempted booze theft welcome! (By the mun, at least.)
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Sep. 12th, 2007 11:13 pmgonna_liveThe front door opens.
Kaylee has a rucksack slung over her shoulder, and a hand in her pocket. She's also looking -- if not relaxed, certainly less tense.
It was a good trip. It...helped.
And now --
Somebody's going to come in from home eventually, and when they do, she'll go home. For now, she settles in with a cup of tea (this trip had enough alcohol involved to last Kaylee for a while) at a table, and waits.
Kaylee has a rucksack slung over her shoulder, and a hand in her pocket. She's also looking -- if not relaxed, certainly less tense.
It was a good trip. It...helped.
And now --
Somebody's going to come in from home eventually, and when they do, she'll go home. For now, she settles in with a cup of tea (this trip had enough alcohol involved to last Kaylee for a while) at a table, and waits.
