Sep. 29th, 2007
OOM: Stranger in a Strange Land
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chime_ra_tilt((OOM: Zelgadiss treks across Mia's world, facing monsters and villages with rather villainous names in his quest to find a way to regain his human body.)
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falconryu.livejournal.comRyu is outside; even if the full moon is past, the moon is big and clear enough to light up the lake area in a very nice way, so he is taking advantage of it to train. Soon enough he will be joining a war, so his skills must be kept honed, nd improved upon if possible.
Right now he is doing an elegant, fluid kata, practicing his favorite moves.
Right now he is doing an elegant, fluid kata, practicing his favorite moves.
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Sep. 29th, 2007 10:21 amcorrie-go-bush.livejournal.comCorrie is, when all is said and done, a practical girl. Being dead is altogether far, far too big a thing to think about, so she's...not. Get used to it intellectually, and hopefully emotionally will follow.
In the meantime, though, there are scones. Cheese scones, in fact, with melted cheese on top and cheese cooked through them, with cayenne pepper and mustard power mixed in with the flour and yes, technically the recipe was blown up with the rest of her house, but the Bar is a very, very good cook (or, conjurer, Corrie hasn't yet decided), so there are hot, hot scones with butter, and a dead Australian teenager looking much happier than she was the last time she was downstairs.
In the meantime, though, there are scones. Cheese scones, in fact, with melted cheese on top and cheese cooked through them, with cayenne pepper and mustard power mixed in with the flour and yes, technically the recipe was blown up with the rest of her house, but the Bar is a very, very good cook (or, conjurer, Corrie hasn't yet decided), so there are hot, hot scones with butter, and a dead Australian teenager looking much happier than she was the last time she was downstairs.
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Sep. 29th, 2007 11:36 amoh-wowee.livejournal.com Soooo, it's been kind of a suck week for Toki outside of the bar.
His canon demonstrated exactly how inept he was at playing guitar. He never even had lessons other than by Skwisgaar (Which ended in blood and not-happy for the Norwegian.) and he decided that instead of being teased about it, he'd go and GET guitar lessons. We also found out he shops at urban outfitters and has Piano Lessons shellshock/baggage.
Yeah, well, we'll not tell you everything since SPOILERS FOR EP TWO EVERYONE.
But there's a frumpy little Norwegian in the bar right now, plucking rather fervently at a guitar. At some point, he'll be pestered by a young redhead, but for the meanwhile, he's in need of someone to hear him gripe about how everyone thinks he sucks.
Come hug the cuteypie? :D?
(so okay, the mun is made of cold bug, and slowtimes are a given for the times when laying down is needed. Please tag away, I'll get to you as soon as I come back! Also, Toki may be in a bad mood, but that doesn't mean he isn't cuddly liekwo!)
His canon demonstrated exactly how inept he was at playing guitar. He never even had lessons other than by Skwisgaar (Which ended in blood and not-happy for the Norwegian.) and he decided that instead of being teased about it, he'd go and GET guitar lessons. We also found out he shops at urban outfitters and has Piano Lessons shellshock/baggage.
Yeah, well, we'll not tell you everything since SPOILERS FOR EP TWO EVERYONE.
But there's a frumpy little Norwegian in the bar right now, plucking rather fervently at a guitar. At some point, he'll be pestered by a young redhead, but for the meanwhile, he's in need of someone to hear him gripe about how everyone thinks he sucks.
Come hug the cuteypie? :D?
(so okay, the mun is made of cold bug, and slowtimes are a given for the times when laying down is needed. Please tag away, I'll get to you as soon as I come back! Also, Toki may be in a bad mood, but that doesn't mean he isn't cuddly liekwo!)
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Sep. 29th, 2007 11:51 amkein_tannenbaumThe young man who slinks into the bar from out back hasn’t been seen before—or he has, with a slightly different face, several months ago. He settles into a chair with a sort of sneaky glee about his movement (which is a bit…off, in an undefinable way, but almost imperceptibly) and tries to look normal.
Mostly he fails, bursting into grins at everyone who passes him. Especially the ones who don’t give him a second glance.
He’s wearing a bright blue shirt, purple pants, a red belt, and a Yankees baseball cap. But it’s still nowhere as conspicuous as being a tree.
[OOC: Have a ton of homework & my birthday party today, so please ping at TLvop before tagging! But definitely not plotlocked]
Mostly he fails, bursting into grins at everyone who passes him. Especially the ones who don’t give him a second glance.
He’s wearing a bright blue shirt, purple pants, a red belt, and a Yankees baseball cap. But it’s still nowhere as conspicuous as being a tree.
[OOC: Have a ton of homework & my birthday party today, so please ping at TLvop before tagging! But definitely not plotlocked]
Cooper's not expecting Milliways.
Sep. 29th, 2007 12:10 pmkrazyglusurgeon.livejournal.com[OOM: The Sheep]
But inSoviet Russia the Isle of Man, Milliways expects you.
Cooper notices immediately where he is (not in the pub in the village) and heads straight for the bar. Here, soon enough, he'll be seeing Wells and Spoon and that means he can have more than just a drink.
Happy frickin' day.
But in
Cooper notices immediately where he is (not in the pub in the village) and heads straight for the bar. Here, soon enough, he'll be seeing Wells and Spoon and that means he can have more than just a drink.
Happy frickin' day.
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Sep. 29th, 2007 12:19 pmmilkbonesoldier.livejournal.com[OOM: Artemis' priestesses aren't exactly known for being the most pleasant women in the world, but under the right circumstances, they can lend a hand, even to men.
And after a long walk and a long boat ride, Wells finally does what he should've done in the first place.]
The door opens on fire and shadow. The man who steps through is still wearing more or less the same clothing he had on when Lissar last saw him, arm bracers and all. The clothing's been through the better part of a year without benefit of a modern laundry, and the shirt's been savaged along the bottom. There's a few patched places here and there, mostly where the curved sword's scabbard rubbed against the trousers for too long or something thorny snagged the cloth. The boots are still pretty good, but they were a gift from the Hogfather; that should come as no surprise to anyone. As for the man himself-
Well.
Hrm.
Seems Harry Wells picked up the good bits of an ancient Greek vocabulary. That's eight months' worth of bottled-up spleen being vented right there.
And after a long walk and a long boat ride, Wells finally does what he should've done in the first place.]
The door opens on fire and shadow. The man who steps through is still wearing more or less the same clothing he had on when Lissar last saw him, arm bracers and all. The clothing's been through the better part of a year without benefit of a modern laundry, and the shirt's been savaged along the bottom. There's a few patched places here and there, mostly where the curved sword's scabbard rubbed against the trousers for too long or something thorny snagged the cloth. The boots are still pretty good, but they were a gift from the Hogfather; that should come as no surprise to anyone. As for the man himself-
Well.
Hrm.
Seems Harry Wells picked up the good bits of an ancient Greek vocabulary. That's eight months' worth of bottled-up spleen being vented right there.
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Sep. 29th, 2007 01:51 pmamateur-spy.livejournal.comEmma Peel walks into the bar looking very smug.
Nobody should question her karate skillz.
Nobody.
(If anyone wants her, they can find her at the bar with a glass of champagne. Looking smug, naturally.)
Nobody should question her karate skillz.
Nobody.
(If anyone wants her, they can find her at the bar with a glass of champagne. Looking smug, naturally.)
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Sep. 29th, 2007 04:03 pmroyal-guarantor.livejournal.comThe mun is in a horrible mood and needs distraction. Thus, there is a ten-year-old Wellakhit prince, sitting on a bar stool and studying the room at large.
He's still hoping to find wizards.
He's still hoping to find wizards.
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Sep. 29th, 2007 05:39 pmdats-dildoes.livejournal.comThere was a guitarist in the bar. No, no, not that one, the other one. You know, the lead guitarist? The one who was much more gooders?
Yeah. Him.
He hadn't been in the bar for a while, most recently because he was busy 'getting high' which wasn't the same thing at all as getting high, because one included y'know, drugs, and the other included crying in his room.
In any case, he was in the bar now, sulking over a melonade and playing something that may or may have been a new song, or may have been something waymuch older.
Yeah. Him.
He hadn't been in the bar for a while, most recently because he was busy 'getting high' which wasn't the same thing at all as getting high, because one included y'know, drugs, and the other included crying in his room.
In any case, he was in the bar now, sulking over a melonade and playing something that may or may have been a new song, or may have been something waymuch older.
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Sep. 29th, 2007 08:04 pmwill_scarlettWhen the door opens a longbow enters first, drawn and ready to fire, then a cloaked figure with the scent and feel of a forest on him.
The bow is slowly lowered as Will realizes he's in the Bar, he's not sure how good that is just yet.
With tired steps, he moves to the Bar, unstringing his bow and pushing back his cloak, oddly at a loss since he's been thinking of what they can do in Sherwood for the past few days. He doesn't even know what to order yet, just sits on a stool thinking.
The bow is slowly lowered as Will realizes he's in the Bar, he's not sure how good that is just yet.
With tired steps, he moves to the Bar, unstringing his bow and pushing back his cloak, oddly at a loss since he's been thinking of what they can do in Sherwood for the past few days. He doesn't even know what to order yet, just sits on a stool thinking.
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Sep. 29th, 2007 08:41 pmgone_byebyeRay stayed at Milliways last night. Not because he had something specific in mind, or because of conditions back home, but because- well, because he really wasn't up to more explanations and arguments just yet. He'll do that when he goes home this time.
... probably.
"Bar?" Ray says as he heads down into the Bar, in his usual company T-shirt and cargo pants. "Do me a favor, would you? This is for my tab-" He places a full small velvet bag, the kind you get in the Diamond District, down on the Bar top. "And this-" Another small bag. "is to pay for the next drink of everybody who helped me out in New York City the other day."
Both bags vanish.
"Thank you, Bar, I appreciate it. Now if I could have something in the way of dinner?"
... probably.
"Bar?" Ray says as he heads down into the Bar, in his usual company T-shirt and cargo pants. "Do me a favor, would you? This is for my tab-" He places a full small velvet bag, the kind you get in the Diamond District, down on the Bar top. "And this-" Another small bag. "is to pay for the next drink of everybody who helped me out in New York City the other day."
Both bags vanish.
"Thank you, Bar, I appreciate it. Now if I could have something in the way of dinner?"
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Sep. 29th, 2007 08:45 pmgorgonfondness[OOM: "Dog Bites Man" is not a headline. "Wolf Bites Wizard" will get the job done, though.]
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Sep. 29th, 2007 09:02 pmscurlockDoc's at the bar with a piece of paper in front of him and he's trying to resist the urge to chew on the pencil he's holding in his fingers. It's working, in part to the fact that he's trying to focus on what he's writing.
There are several scrunched up wads of paper next to him on the Bar, however, so obviously he's not doing too well in whatever he's trying to put into words.
How do you tell your wife you may never see her and your young son again?
Completely botherable, as he's tapping the pencil against the bar and looking utterly bored.
There are several scrunched up wads of paper next to him on the Bar, however, so obviously he's not doing too well in whatever he's trying to put into words.
Completely botherable, as he's tapping the pencil against the bar and looking utterly bored.
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Sep. 29th, 2007 09:49 pmdingdongdoodily.livejournal.comOOM: More schmoop and romance happens in room VII, wherein Pickles and Miniver get plastered and ignore the movie Barbarella. Rated JFB for Jane Fonda's Breasts (not being the most revealing, sexy thing that goes on here. Sex alert.)
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Sep. 29th, 2007 09:51 pmdidntseeit.livejournal.comOh, look.
There is no door.
Still.
Even though it has been nearly a year.
At least...at least today Ajedrez isn't glaring at the empty space, only staring steadily?
There is no door.
Still.
Even though it has been nearly a year.
At least...at least today Ajedrez isn't glaring at the empty space, only staring steadily?
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Sep. 29th, 2007 10:04 pmcutting_edgex23Where has X-23 been?
She might have left, gone back to her own world and returned. She may, of course, never have left. Though since the full moon has come and gone, if she stayed out back, doubtless she slept in a tree.
Twice.
At the moment she's sitting on the arm of the couch, one leg drawn up enough to let her use the arm as a springboard if she has to.
One never can tell, at Milliways.
That uncertainty might be why she's watching the other patrons intently. It may also be due to the fact that X has never met a situation she wasn't entirely socially clueless in.
Go figure.
She might have left, gone back to her own world and returned. She may, of course, never have left. Though since the full moon has come and gone, if she stayed out back, doubtless she slept in a tree.
Twice.
At the moment she's sitting on the arm of the couch, one leg drawn up enough to let her use the arm as a springboard if she has to.
One never can tell, at Milliways.
That uncertainty might be why she's watching the other patrons intently. It may also be due to the fact that X has never met a situation she wasn't entirely socially clueless in.
Go figure.
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Sep. 29th, 2007 10:06 pmmendanddefend_archiveThe destination is set, the itinerary is planned out, and arrangements have been made to take care of things back in Mainframe.
There's just one more detail to address before the vacation can officially begin.
Thus, we have a Guardian and a COMMAND.COM sitting nervously at a table, waiting for a certain sorcerer to show up.
[Plotlocked.]
There's just one more detail to address before the vacation can officially begin.
Thus, we have a Guardian and a COMMAND.COM sitting nervously at a table, waiting for a certain sorcerer to show up.
[Plotlocked.]
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Sep. 29th, 2007 10:08 pmguppy_sandhu[oom: "I do know how bad the bad days can be. The only thing I can say to you, is the good days, they make up for them. And you will have good days, trust me."]
Guppy has to admit he's just a little shaken.
Being nearly run over by a train and then having to perform brain surgery in the space of a day does that to a guy.
He has a glass of water, an untouched ham sandwich, and a sort of vacant expression.
Guppy has to admit he's just a little shaken.
Being nearly run over by a train and then having to perform brain surgery in the space of a day does that to a guy.
He has a glass of water, an untouched ham sandwich, and a sort of vacant expression.
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Sep. 29th, 2007 10:42 pmbannion_sightThe bruises on her wrist have almost entirely faded now, enough so that they're visible to someone who checks, but still possible to overlook-- or to hide.
Which means she can go home soon, back to Toronto, and not have to answer awkward questions.
Right now, though, Kim's sitting in the bar with a cup of coffee at hand and a notepad in front of her. A to-do list of things that she needs to try to see to before she goes back is half-written.
It's not an easy list to make, as it turns out.
Which means she can go home soon, back to Toronto, and not have to answer awkward questions.
Right now, though, Kim's sitting in the bar with a cup of coffee at hand and a notepad in front of her. A to-do list of things that she needs to try to see to before she goes back is half-written.
It's not an easy list to make, as it turns out.
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Sep. 29th, 2007 11:09 pmmorelikeasponge.livejournal.com[OOM: Back home, Peter talks with his mother, his niece, and his brother. Spoilers for 1.19, ".07%."]
It's been an hour or so since Peter first returned to the bar; now he's found his way outside, and onto the Milliways roof. It's a quiet night -- quiet and peaceful.
He sneezes, loudly.
There's a quiet thud, but Peter's too busy staring broodily into the distance to pay it any mind.
It's been an hour or so since Peter first returned to the bar; now he's found his way outside, and onto the Milliways roof. It's a quiet night -- quiet and peaceful.
He sneezes, loudly.
There's a quiet thud, but Peter's too busy staring broodily into the distance to pay it any mind.
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Sep. 29th, 2007 11:30 pmshadowsfound.livejournal.comMutant, bar, drink.
Minimalist post.
Easy target Botherable.
Minimalist post.
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Sep. 29th, 2007 11:38 pminvisanthrope.livejournal.comNobody comes through the front door, and nobody goes to the bar, and nobody orders a Heineken.
Nobody makes a face at the bottle, puts it aside, and requests a Bass, either.
Nobody makes a face at the bottle, puts it aside, and requests a Bass, either.
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Sep. 29th, 2007 11:58 pmprydeful[OOM: The wish for prayer is a prayer in itself. And sometimes that's really the best you can give. But you'll put some effort in anyway.]
