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Sep. 23rd, 2007 12:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolflord_andain[OOM: In a galaxy that is not his own, Galadan decides to make his presence felt. Painfully. This sentiment, such as it is, is returned. With interest.]
Sep. 23rd, 2007
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Sep. 23rd, 2007 12:22 amwolflord_andainAfter this:
It is far from easy to travel from the Tam's world to Milliways, but sometimes needs must. And this, as it happens, is a situation governed almost entirely by necessity. The necessity of secrecy, to be precise.
The media would be far too interested in what might cause such damage to one of Gabriel Tam's security personnel, and while Galadan heals swiftly, he does not heal as swiftly as that.
Which would be why, after he picks himself up off his knees by the forest, the Wolflord makes his slow, careful way through the back door.
He carries the smell of blood and burnt flesh with him.
The burnt flesh, at least, is all his own.
So are, unfortunately, the broken ribs.
It is far from easy to travel from the Tam's world to Milliways, but sometimes needs must. And this, as it happens, is a situation governed almost entirely by necessity. The necessity of secrecy, to be precise.
The media would be far too interested in what might cause such damage to one of Gabriel Tam's security personnel, and while Galadan heals swiftly, he does not heal as swiftly as that.
Which would be why, after he picks himself up off his knees by the forest, the Wolflord makes his slow, careful way through the back door.
He carries the smell of blood and burnt flesh with him.
The burnt flesh, at least, is all his own.
So are, unfortunately, the broken ribs.
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Sep. 23rd, 2007 12:32 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
lichvell-r.livejournal.comRavin is there again. There, in that booth, with a book and her drawing pad, sipping from a steaming mug, and perusing the blank page before her.
Someone might be suffering from artist's block.
Someone might be suffering from artist's block.
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Sep. 23rd, 2007 12:50 amzeebaeataz.livejournal.comThey were back, at least, two of them were, tumbling through the open door followed by a cardboard Box o' Funn Morons.
"What? How we gets here again?"
"Shutmouf! We gots to find dat zeeba!"
Because they just knew it was here. Somewhere.
They split up, scampering off into the bar.
"What? How we gets here again?"
"Shutmouf! We gots to find dat zeeba!"
Because they just knew it was here. Somewhere.
They split up, scampering off into the bar.
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Sep. 23rd, 2007 08:49 amno-sin-but.livejournal.com[OoM: In which Marlowe is presented with a box of books, and he agrees that Darren might as well keep on living with him if he's already there with books, and they snipe and snark and talk.
But mostly?
There is a box of books
Millitimed to, oh, August and just after the mess with Darren, Puck and Satan, as the mun utterly forgot about this]
But mostly?
There is a box of books
Millitimed to, oh, August and just after the mess with Darren, Puck and Satan, as the mun utterly forgot about this]
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Sep. 23rd, 2007 12:47 pmorganicmeatbag.livejournal.comWith the babies growing faster every day and demanding more attention and time, Revan hasn't found the time to pay Milliways a visit in awhile. So he decided at the last second to pack the girls up and stop over for a half hour or so while Kira was busy doing whatever it is she does when she has free time.
In other words, they snuck out. And right now they're occupying one of the couches. Revan's reading a story to the girls while sipping on a non-alcoholic beverage and enjoying the atmosphere and the girls are...doing what babies do.
They're completely botherable. Just don't make the twins whimper or cry.
In other words, they snuck out. And right now they're occupying one of the couches. Revan's reading a story to the girls while sipping on a non-alcoholic beverage and enjoying the atmosphere and the girls are...doing what babies do.
They're completely botherable. Just don't make the twins whimper or cry.
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Sep. 23rd, 2007 01:27 pmdead-comrade.livejournal.comKrauser's been in the bar a few times; he just hasn't stayed. There hasn't been much point, recently; nobody's needed a soldier and he's got more than enough to keep him busy at home.
However, even the busiest of men gets a backlog of lethal weaponry updates. He's not actually carrying a gun; not even the bow; the only weapon he's wearing is a combat knife worn crosswise at the small of his back.
However, people experienced in such things will recognise the circuitry he's working on as part of explosives wiring.
Come cut the green wire, or maybe just poke him; it's not like he brought an actual live bomb in.
However, even the busiest of men gets a backlog of lethal weaponry updates. He's not actually carrying a gun; not even the bow; the only weapon he's wearing is a combat knife worn crosswise at the small of his back.
However, people experienced in such things will recognise the circuitry he's working on as part of explosives wiring.
Come cut the green wire, or maybe just poke him; it's not like he brought an actual live bomb in.
Done. But what now?
Sep. 23rd, 2007 02:09 pmchemist-rani.livejournal.comShe'd completed the temporal mechanism (even if it was looking as if she wouldn't need it after all) but for the moment, that was more of a problem than a help.
Because with the mechanism done, she had nothing to work on. Nothing to do. Her TARDIS had become more than a home for her, after all; it contained most of her notes, all of her equipment (except for those devices left on Miasimia Goria to regulate the chemicals in the ground, water, and atmosphere), all of her experiments, her green houses, her neatly constructed ecosystems filled with creatures both rare and common which she used for experiments--
As such, without it, she's in the absolute worst state she could ever find herself in.
The Rani is bored.
Sitting in a booth, eating a fruit cup, she's experiencing boredom for the first time in centuries.
This is Not Good.
[ooc: mun is dealing with food poisoning so might be breaks for, er, 'dealing']
Because with the mechanism done, she had nothing to work on. Nothing to do. Her TARDIS had become more than a home for her, after all; it contained most of her notes, all of her equipment (except for those devices left on Miasimia Goria to regulate the chemicals in the ground, water, and atmosphere), all of her experiments, her green houses, her neatly constructed ecosystems filled with creatures both rare and common which she used for experiments--
As such, without it, she's in the absolute worst state she could ever find herself in.
The Rani is bored.
Sitting in a booth, eating a fruit cup, she's experiencing boredom for the first time in centuries.
This is Not Good.
[ooc: mun is dealing with food poisoning so might be breaks for, er, 'dealing']
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Sep. 23rd, 2007 02:25 pmpoisonwineBelle is, once again, in Bar. She has a multitude of shopping bags around her feet, and a thoughtful look on her face.
There are certain people she is looking for. But other than that, she's just enjoying her coffee.
There are certain people she is looking for. But other than that, she's just enjoying her coffee.
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Sep. 23rd, 2007 03:02 pmsynapse-circuit.livejournal.comJ.C.'s drawing portraits again. He's filled up half a sketchpad with pencil-drawn pictures, and anyone who happened to flip through them would see that his work has rapidly increased in quality since he began. This is partly because he's been reading books about drawing, and partly because he is (literally) wired up in such a way that visual and fine motor skills come naturally to him.
Thus far, he's the only one who's looked at his work. If the subjects of his drawings have noticed him at all, they haven't brought it to his attention, let alone complained about it.
[OOC: You can be the person he's drawing, or just get interested in a drawing he's doing of someone else. Feel free to compliment, complain, or whatever.]
Thus far, he's the only one who's looked at his work. If the subjects of his drawings have noticed him at all, they haven't brought it to his attention, let alone complained about it.
[OOC: You can be the person he's drawing, or just get interested in a drawing he's doing of someone else. Feel free to compliment, complain, or whatever.]
calderon-crow.livejournal.comIf you're Tavi, you decide to get in some of that practice you've been neglecting. Hence his location:
The rafters. His armor has been left in his brand new room (if Gaius troubled him on the cost of the room, Emperor or no, he was giving the man a talking to, though even had to admit that the quarters were ridiculously spacious) and he wears only his usual tunic and his boots. The hobnails made the whole expedition interesting, but he's working with a military uniform, not his old academ's clothes. It was something he really should have considered but there was nothing much to do about it now but learn to deal with it.
He's not hanging in any interesting way or calling attention to himself; on the contrary, he's hiding behind a column, out of sight, and considering his route. He wants to work out a route from the stairs to the door out back which would be least likely to be seen by those on his left. He'd work things out for the right side soon enough, but right now, the left was more important as it was the majority of the room. Then he'd do the 'door' he'd come in from and finally, the latrine rooms.
He might have been pretending to be a Subtribune Logistica, but if there was anyone who was more of a Cursor than Tavi...
The rafters. His armor has been left in his brand new room (if Gaius troubled him on the cost of the room, Emperor or no, he was giving the man a talking to, though even had to admit that the quarters were ridiculously spacious) and he wears only his usual tunic and his boots. The hobnails made the whole expedition interesting, but he's working with a military uniform, not his old academ's clothes. It was something he really should have considered but there was nothing much to do about it now but learn to deal with it.
He's not hanging in any interesting way or calling attention to himself; on the contrary, he's hiding behind a column, out of sight, and considering his route. He wants to work out a route from the stairs to the door out back which would be least likely to be seen by those on his left. He'd work things out for the right side soon enough, but right now, the left was more important as it was the majority of the room. Then he'd do the 'door' he'd come in from and finally, the latrine rooms.
He might have been pretending to be a Subtribune Logistica, but if there was anyone who was more of a Cursor than Tavi...
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Sep. 23rd, 2007 05:15 pmgone_byebyeRay got into a number of habits while he was in Garion's world. They helped to keep him on an even keel, or at least as close as a guy can get to one when he's, you know, pulled out of the twenty-first century and thrown into the past of a world that was already pretty dang medieval to begin with. The first was that every day, rain or shine or otherwise*, he would get in at least an hour of sword or lightsaber practice- preferably but not necessarily with other people.
The other is that every day he would write to Romana. At least a paragraph's worth of writing, or a few inches of equations if he was in more of a mathematical mood. Customarily he did that in Sumerian, to prevent any of the locals from accidentally running across the letters and learning things they shouldn't.
Forty-seven years of habit (he STILL can't believe that number!) are kind of hard to break, so today Ray may be found out back with his 'saber for an hour or so. Nowhere near the spot where he remembers disappearing, we should note. He'll be inside later, writing enthusiastically to Romana, still in Sumerian.
Feel free to catch him in either location.
*When you are on a university campus and there are alchemists in any kind of large number 'otherwise' is a valid weather condition
The other is that every day he would write to Romana. At least a paragraph's worth of writing, or a few inches of equations if he was in more of a mathematical mood. Customarily he did that in Sumerian, to prevent any of the locals from accidentally running across the letters and learning things they shouldn't.
Forty-seven years of habit (he STILL can't believe that number!) are kind of hard to break, so today Ray may be found out back with his 'saber for an hour or so. Nowhere near the spot where he remembers disappearing, we should note. He'll be inside later, writing enthusiastically to Romana, still in Sumerian.
Feel free to catch him in either location.
*When you are on a university campus and there are alchemists in any kind of large number 'otherwise' is a valid weather condition
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Sep. 23rd, 2007 06:25 pmoh-wowee.livejournal.comSee this?
This is a Rock God.
Toki just got offstage after one of the most brutal performances in Dethklok history. It had been months since they'd actually played a concert in their own world, because of a fan attack. But damn, it felt good to be back in gear.
He wasn't expecting the Door to be his dressing room, so he was still in his corpsepaint.
Say hi!
(ooc: this might have spoilers for Episode One of Season Two. just a warning for you metalheads out there that haven't already seen.)
This is a Rock God.
Toki just got offstage after one of the most brutal performances in Dethklok history. It had been months since they'd actually played a concert in their own world, because of a fan attack. But damn, it felt good to be back in gear.
He wasn't expecting the Door to be his dressing room, so he was still in his corpsepaint.
Say hi!
(ooc: this might have spoilers for Episode One of Season Two. just a warning for you metalheads out there that haven't already seen.)
Sunday Night Bartending.
Sep. 23rd, 2007 06:34 pmbadinlatin"It's an early happy hour tonight, folks!" Mal announces, "Check out the specials board or let me know what I can help you with."
Mal receives several very confused stares and glances, which cause him to be confused until he looks up.
At the blank specials board.
"Oh!"
Specials
Shotgun
Harakiri
Buckshot
Mal's decided to be ironic today.
[ooc: No new threads, please. Slowtime at 11 pm EST.]
Mal receives several very confused stares and glances, which cause him to be confused until he looks up.
At the blank specials board.
"Oh!"
Shotgun
Harakiri
Buckshot
Mal's decided to be ironic today.
[ooc: No new threads, please. Slowtime at 11 pm EST.]
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Sep. 23rd, 2007 07:57 pmscurlockDoc is sitting in a booth. People watching.
There's a bottle of whiskey in front of him and a half empty glass. The bottle is also missing a considerable portion. Doc is most likely the cause for said missing alcohol, but, if you know where it went, is it really to be considered missing at all?
There's also a yellowed photograph sitting in front of him, a little off to the side.
If you feel so inclined, Doc would be more than willing to grab another glass and share what's left of the whiskey.
Good evening, Milliways!
This entrance post is brought to you by the letters 'S', 'O', and 'L'. Why, do you ask? Because the mun tonight is sorry about the fact that this will be a very vague and boring entrance post, and since the mun will be online for quite some time this evening, (while watching Cold Case & Shark at 9 & 10 PM PST, this will not slow tags at all) we ask that you forgive our lazy nature this evening and ping us! Please? edit: Mun is now in chat after pwning AIM!
There's a bottle of whiskey in front of him and a half empty glass. The bottle is also missing a considerable portion. Doc is most likely the cause for said missing alcohol, but, if you know where it went, is it really to be considered missing at all?
There's also a yellowed photograph sitting in front of him, a little off to the side.
If you feel so inclined, Doc would be more than willing to grab another glass and share what's left of the whiskey.
Good evening, Milliways!
This entrance post is brought to you by the letters 'S', 'O', and 'L'. Why, do you ask? Because the mun tonight is sorry about the fact that this will be a very vague and boring entrance post, and since the mun will be online for quite some time this evening, (while watching Cold Case & Shark at 9 & 10 PM PST, this will not slow tags at all) we ask that you forgive our lazy nature this evening and ping us! Please? edit: Mun is now in chat after pwning AIM!
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Sep. 23rd, 2007 08:41 pmguppy_sandhuThere is a little person in the bar.
Gurpreet has one arm in plaster from the elbow down, with lots of scribbles on it already. In true kid style, it doesn't seem to be bothering him at all.
He also has a teddy bear and a toy doctor's kit, which he is using to bandage the teddy's arm.
"It's okay Benny, it'll be all better in six weeks." he can be heard saying to the bear.
Gurpreet has one arm in plaster from the elbow down, with lots of scribbles on it already. In true kid style, it doesn't seem to be bothering him at all.
He also has a teddy bear and a toy doctor's kit, which he is using to bandage the teddy's arm.
"It's okay Benny, it'll be all better in six weeks." he can be heard saying to the bear.
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Sep. 23rd, 2007 08:43 pmaka-casanova.livejournal.comGiovanni wanders downstairs, after a while. Partly because Francesca went to find the library and he got bored, part because there's no way he's going to let his twin think she was right and he's afraid of talking to new people.
Also this place is really interesting and he wants to see more of it, while he's here.
So, Venetian by the Bar, looking at everything in sight and trying to decide what he wants to drink.
Also this place is really interesting and he wants to see more of it, while he's here.
So, Venetian by the Bar, looking at everything in sight and trying to decide what he wants to drink.
First entrance in Milliways chronology
Sep. 23rd, 2007 09:05 pmcutting_edgex23It isn't every day that one of the doors in the Mansion leads to a bar at the end of the universe. However, X-23, sometimes known as Laura Kinney, appears to take it in stride.
Her step half-hitches as she crosses the threshold, nostrils flaring as she scents the air, getting her bearings. But after that initial hiccup the tension in her shoulders eases fractionally, and she makes her way over to Bar, booted feet surprisingly soundless on the wooden floor.
She has had a lot of practice, after all. It's what she was created for.
It takes her a while to decide what to order, body still and wary as she goes over her options. Eventually she decides on a coffee, black, and props herself up on a barstool to watch the people around her.
That's another thing she's good at.
Some people find that stare disturbing. She never seems to notice.
This explains a lot, actually.
Her step half-hitches as she crosses the threshold, nostrils flaring as she scents the air, getting her bearings. But after that initial hiccup the tension in her shoulders eases fractionally, and she makes her way over to Bar, booted feet surprisingly soundless on the wooden floor.
She has had a lot of practice, after all. It's what she was created for.
It takes her a while to decide what to order, body still and wary as she goes over her options. Eventually she decides on a coffee, black, and props herself up on a barstool to watch the people around her.
That's another thing she's good at.
Some people find that stare disturbing. She never seems to notice.
This explains a lot, actually.
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Sep. 23rd, 2007 09:10 pmsinglesoledjest.livejournal.comYo. Mercutio is sitting crosslegged by the fireplace, staring into the fire. One hand is tossing and catching a dagger - he doesn't seem to even be looking at it.
He's humming very quietly, a Veronan children's song.
He's humming very quietly, a Veronan children's song.
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Sep. 23rd, 2007 09:23 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.
The Womble is still on a lookout for his customer, but is also watching. Despite still being nervous of being seen by more people than necessary, he's beginning to find them interesting.
He's also mending his glasses; he doesn't have a soldering iron yet, but he's doing a good job with superglue to replace his earlier selotape.
***
John Steed is about half way between the bar and the fireplace, reading The Times.
After a while, he circles a small article in a red pen. It would seem to be entitled 'Another man disappeared with frog found in place'.
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.
The Womble is still on a lookout for his customer, but is also watching. Despite still being nervous of being seen by more people than necessary, he's beginning to find them interesting.
He's also mending his glasses; he doesn't have a soldering iron yet, but he's doing a good job with superglue to replace his earlier selotape.
***
John Steed is about half way between the bar and the fireplace, reading The Times.
After a while, he circles a small article in a red pen. It would seem to be entitled 'Another man disappeared with frog found in place'.
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Sep. 23rd, 2007 09:35 pmshuftiSecurity member in the bar.
Jack is safely tucked up in bed upstairs; Shufti is keeping a close eye on him with the baby moniter. And a close eye on the bar as she sips a glass of orange juice.
Jack is safely tucked up in bed upstairs; Shufti is keeping a close eye on him with the baby moniter. And a close eye on the bar as she sips a glass of orange juice.
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Sep. 23rd, 2007 09:42 pmroyal-guarantor.livejournal.comThe door swings open, and a young boy walks in. He's human, to all outward appearances, and looks somewhere around ten to twelve.
He stops dead in the doorway, attention sharp on the room around him, and then glares.
Imperiously, "Who is responsible for this? I promise you, you'll not see the liveside again when the guards find you."
He stops dead in the doorway, attention sharp on the room around him, and then glares.
Imperiously, "Who is responsible for this? I promise you, you'll not see the liveside again when the guards find you."
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Sep. 23rd, 2007 10:16 pmvisible_sarielOOM. Sariel fulfills a promise she made and takes Seymour flying in her world. The fact that it's during carnival in said world is just icing on the colorfully-decorated cake.
Millitimed to forever and a flippin' day ago i.e. when the crew of Picard's Enterprise had shoreleave on Earth. Rated C for carnival Tuesday, C for culture shock, B for bilingual and D for dancing in the streets of Castries.
Millitimed to forever and a flippin' day ago i.e. when the crew of Picard's Enterprise had shoreleave on Earth. Rated C for carnival Tuesday, C for culture shock, B for bilingual and D for dancing in the streets of Castries.
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Sep. 23rd, 2007 10:32 pmvelocitygirlThere's some days that warrant lots of alcohol drinking.
Sometimes people just do it 'cause it's there.
That last case is Inyri. 3/4 of the bottle of Whyren's Reserve is gone and Inyri's got a kind of...glazed look in her eye.
(It's warranted. That look. The drinking isn't).
Sometimes people just do it 'cause it's there.
That last case is Inyri. 3/4 of the bottle of Whyren's Reserve is gone and Inyri's got a kind of...glazed look in her eye.
(It's warranted. That look. The drinking isn't).
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Sep. 23rd, 2007 10:51 pmnotboundnow.livejournal.comPrometheus owes Charlie popcorn, after the disappointing discovery that there is not, in fact, popcorn freely available for either consuming or throwing at the Chicago Symphony Orchestra.
Bar seems more willing to provide him with popcorn tins than just plain popcorn. Which would be why he and Charlie are at a table, surrounded by about six decorative aluminum tubs of varying sizes, investigating the contents of each.
Wow, who knew they made popcorn in that color and flavor?
Bar seems more willing to provide him with popcorn tins than just plain popcorn. Which would be why he and Charlie are at a table, surrounded by about six decorative aluminum tubs of varying sizes, investigating the contents of each.
Wow, who knew they made popcorn in that color and flavor?
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Sep. 23rd, 2007 10:58 pmqueenofmayMarian's had a very light headache for three days running now. One she's done her best to avoid, or ignore. It must be due to too little sleep and too much excitement. Among other things which have kept her equally occupied until the wee hours and dawns most days. She likes dawn; but that's more because of her duties at home than here.
So in an attempt toignore her headache further have a relaxing evening, she's sitting in the bar at one of the couches near the fire place. There is a full service tea next to her, with a complimentary tray of biscuits piled. She's been reading a book off and on, when not watching the place quietly.
She managed to miss it, which means she quite likes that her security shift brings her back regularly, and she'd adore company.
So in an attempt to
She managed to miss it, which means she quite likes that her security shift brings her back regularly, and she'd adore company.
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Sep. 23rd, 2007 11:04 pmlichvell-r.livejournal.comLakeside. Ravin spends a good deal of time there, lately, laying on a rock, and watching the starry sky.
She is thre right now, arms behind head, red eyes glowing a bit while she relaxes and her mind wanders.
She is thre right now, arms behind head, red eyes glowing a bit while she relaxes and her mind wanders.
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Sep. 23rd, 2007 11:06 pmshadowsfound.livejournal.com[OOM: Milliways team 1, aliens zero--sort of"]
Two young men stumble through the front door. One redhaired, and carrying a sword, while helping the other--darkhaired, slightly shorter--as best he can. They both look the worse for wear.
There's noise, and what look like overgrown insects with just way too many teeth are briefly visible before the door's firmly shut. It stays visible, however.
Kevin's trying not to lean on Will, but he's not had a good night. Just now,
staying on his feet is like a marathon. He's had worse, he's sure...
but now wouldn't be a good time to point that out.
"Are...you okay?" he manages.
Two young men stumble through the front door. One redhaired, and carrying a sword, while helping the other--darkhaired, slightly shorter--as best he can. They both look the worse for wear.
There's noise, and what look like overgrown insects with just way too many teeth are briefly visible before the door's firmly shut. It stays visible, however.
Kevin's trying not to lean on Will, but he's not had a good night. Just now,
staying on his feet is like a marathon. He's had worse, he's sure...
but now wouldn't be a good time to point that out.
"Are...you okay?" he manages.
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Sep. 23rd, 2007 11:21 pmcallitavesper.livejournal.com[ OOM: Upon returning from Jamaica, Sarah and James make serious plans. ]
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Sep. 23rd, 2007 11:38 pmimperfecthero01.livejournal.comOne former soldier, in the bar.
He is sitting at a table, his eyes narrowed at the rest of the bar, giving everything and everyone in it a Look.
He has not moved for quite some time. Nor has he spoken.
Right now, he seems to just exist for a Look.
Wonder what bug crawled up his butt?
He is sitting at a table, his eyes narrowed at the rest of the bar, giving everything and everyone in it a Look.
He has not moved for quite some time. Nor has he spoken.
Right now, he seems to just exist for a Look.
