Oct. 9th, 2007

[identity profile] slasherofprices.livejournal.com
The bar is now short many animals.

Huh. How interesting. But not as interesting as this book!

(It's a miracle Simon doesn't trip over anything on his way to a table. It's even more remarkable that he finds a table and actually sits in the chair rather than falling to the floor. As always, there is a lit cigarette.)

[ ooc: here...ish. with dial up. bleh. ]
[identity profile] mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com
Some days you simply can not win. You turn to a chipmunk, then have to go home in pink swim trunks. But he gets home and finally gets a job. But that's to babysit a cybercelebrity. It's better then the shooting range. But they've solved the case without him really helping, that stings.  All he can do is wait them out.

Well he can get a drink. So he sits at the Bar looking around
[personal profile] ladyfirestarter
[Out of Milliways: A dream, and a waking. And a very-long-distance phone call.]

Charlie McGee slips into the bar, moves through the main room as quickly as possible without actually knocking people and furniture aside, and slips out through the back door.

The lake's not far, and the rock easy enough to find; she climbs up to sit on it, one knee drawn up and her crossed arms resting on it. And waits.



[Mostly plotlocked, but if you want a thread, ping me at batyathetoon and we'll see what we can do.]
[identity profile] kayip.livejournal.com
[OOM: Being human again isn't quite the relief it should be.]





Behrooz is heading for the door when he enters - he's a few feet away when he stops, seeming to remember something, and heads for the Bar instead.

He doesn't look around, just still steps carefully, and upon reaching the Bar asks for a pencil and piece of paper. She's quick to oblige, and he scrawls a short note -

ExpandTo Mary Lennox )

He folds it up and leaves it with Bar and quickly heads out the door, back to his world.
[identity profile] dingdongdoodily.livejournal.com
(OOM: Pickles takes Miniver to LA circa 1994 for a little ghost hunt. They also grab some food, show off for each other, and discuss the past. Rated S for spooky. Also for Sex. WARNED.)
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[personal profile] immortalthief
 Amanda is out by the lake touching her feet to the cold water trying to decide whether or not to go for a swim. She knows she needs to practice but at the sametime she doesn't want to freeze to death. Which is why

One foot in...

One foot out...

One foot in...


.... She does the hocky pocky and turns herself about (or she would if she knew the song) at the very least it looks very much like the old dance.
[identity profile] alorn-bear.livejournal.com
A truly nasty weather system's been brewing in Mongolia for a while now, and by 'truly nasty' we mean 'currently small, but promising to turn into something approaching the Year Without A Summer if its course goes unaltered'. Belar's been dealing with it in person. It's easier to get it right that way. He doesn't like tinkering with the weather remotely, because then you miss things and wind up inadvertently affecting the entire planet, which he does not want to do.

He's done now, though, so there's a pwing! and a flash of turquoise light as he translocates into the Bar and plops himself down for his Security shift, badge out and visible. Needless to say, he's pretty pleased that the number of animals in the Bar is back to where it's supposed to be.
[identity profile] milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com
Wells shoves the front door open and stalks into the Bar, a satchel of books shoved under one arm. The shoving and the stalking have very little to do with his actual mood, and rather more to do with the fact that one of the Slayers made several bones in one of his hands go crunch, thereby making it difficult to use the doorknob and giving him a significant amount of discomfort until the bones heal. Not that he won't manage, but for the next day or so he's just keeping that arm in a sling.

One order of heavily sugared-up tea later, he's got a seat by the fire and a pile of books on his table. Several of them are about capoeira and other forms of unarmed combat that involve minimal hand involvement, but the one he's reading at the moment is a volume of legends about the Severn Valley and the Brichester region in particular.
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[personal profile] md_donighal
Somebody hasn't had an entry post in ages. Somebody's remedying that.

Gray-suited eximorph inna bar, with tea. Botherable here, will be tagging elsewhere as usual.
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[personal profile] forgoodorforawesome
"...jeez, The Cheat!" Strong Bad is saying as he and his The Cheat enter the bar. "I go to all that trouble tellin' people not to make web comics, and you Easter egg a way for them to make web comics! Pixel comics, no less! Your web comic maker is bad and you should feel bad!"

He notices they've come through the door. "But never mind. We can hide here until people's blinding rage cools down." He waves to Diggy on the way to Bar to get their usual (cold one, Swiss cake roll, blue drink).
[identity profile] works-in-space.livejournal.com
Even after being planetside on Bajor, the appeal of the great (artificial, no doubt) outdoors of Milliways holds strong. The lakefront reminds him of Earth. And while he's never been one to get homesick, some worlds remind him of what Earth has and they don't. (In Bajor's case, the sunlight seemed a bit washed out, like a badly produced holovid.)

So Jim is sitting by the lake for the moment, studying a starchart, enjoying what seems to be the arrival of fall.

{ooc: slowtime for work possible]
[identity profile] garbage-boy.livejournal.com
 You probably won't be seeing any Eurasian red squirrels in the bar at the moment.

If you'd like to, perhaps the gangly, mildly perplexed, almost completely clothed (the mun refuses to inflict any public displays to the contrary on him or you. You're welcome.) -- albeit in a hasty, rumpled-looking way, and not in clothes he is familiar with -- red-haired hobbledehoy over there can point you in the right direction.

Then maybe you can return the favor. His spatial memory is dawdling in its return and he can't find his shoes anywhere.

Logically they're probably wherever the rest of his wardrobe got to, but he doesn't really feel up to a trip to the lost-and-found in the cosmic void right now.
[identity profile] forge-fire.livejournal.com
In a booth, there is a god. Also in the booth, sitting on the table before him, is an orange.

He keeps staring at it.

And staring at it.

And staring at it.

The intense concentration he focuses on the orange is almost terrifying, or it would be were it turned on a human being.

After a few minutes, though, he reaches up slowly to poke the orange with his finger. It wobbles.

He grunts. And continues to stare at it.

Huh.
[identity profile] big-staff.livejournal.com
Little John is sitting a few feet from the lake's edge, attempting to transform an uncooperative tree branch into a passable staff. He's only just started paring off the outer twigs, and so the branch thus far looks rather too leafy to be much intimidating.

In truth John has no particular plans to use this staff as a weapon. It's just that, having stumbled into Millways unarmed on each visit to date, he feels even more inexplicably lost without that familiar length of wood in hand.

Despite being intent on his work, the outlaw seems entirely approachable.
[identity profile] azure-mercy.livejournal.com
Zhaan hasn't been around much this past week: the magic that occasioned the recent spate of animal transformations, and/or the confusion, frustration and general wrongness in the minds of the transformed, made Milliways rather uncomfortable for her. But now that the latest mess is over, she's back at the booth outside the infirmary where she usually spends her afternoons.

She's just finished grading the latest short essays handed in by her pupils in the House of Arch, and now appears to be writing up a sign of some sort. While she might look busy, she certainly wouldn't mind a chat. In other words, Zhaan is quite botherable.
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[personal profile] gone_byebye
[OOM: Ray did some Internet searching on a whim before he and the guys got called out for some heavy-duty work in New Jersey. He's probably not gonna show the Men in Black the results just yet.]

Today has been entirely too busy a day for Ray's liking. If it weren't for the fact that he stopped in earlier for a breather and a massive hit of decently nutritious stuff to drink, he'd be faceplanting about now. As it stands, that prospect is still sounding mighty tempting. Stupid October.

He's gonna sprawl out all over one of the chairs with a good view of the Window, okay? He's always kinda liked the sight. Just yell at him if his feet are in your way and he'll move them.
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[personal profile] basic_powers
After spending a hard morning upstairs in his room reading comic books, Tyler makes his way down to the Bar. It's a nice day out, and he may as well make the most of the large quantity of normal he finds here.

"Bar? Could I get a wrist-mounted paintball gun with dinner? I'm gonna practice my aim out back."

-Finish your peas first-

The note appears right next to the meatloaf and peas. With a sigh Tyler tucks into his dinner. After he's done eating, he'll be outside at the shooting range. After all, the little gadget hero needs to keep up on his survival skills for when he goes back.

{ooc: totally not plotlocked}
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[personal profile] badinlatin
[OOM: Back on Serenity, Mal's working on a project and Inara comes to help.

And Have That Talk.]
[identity profile] shadowsfound.livejournal.com
Kevin had meant to go home earlier, but he'd been prevented a few times since his return from the battle at the institute.

An accidental close call with a not so friendly werewolf had held them up, until they could confirm that Kevin wasn't affected by that particular curse. That was a discovery that might be useful, but he'd have preferred to go without the information.

Then--a trip to Xavier's, outside the normal timeline, and alien hunting.

Then, not so long after that was settled, he'd found himself, of all things, a CAT.
Kevin's more than ready for October to be OVER now, plz.

Mixed blessing and problem. It had given him an excuse to delay, after his conversation with X-23; but now? He's out of excuses.

He shivers, looking toward the door.
"Many died...it was the Purifiers...I don't know. I didn't know their names."

He has to go back, and alone.

Leaving his room key with Bar, he manages a weak smile. "Hope I see you again.
If not--thanks," quietly, getting the words past the dread that had come back full force.
He picks up his tool kit and a small bag of stuff gotten from Bar, and a second later, he's gone.
[identity profile] smart-house.livejournal.com
[OOM: In Eureka, the big day has finally arrived.

SARAH is now in the resident way.]

Extracted from Eureka 1.02 'Many Happy Returns'.
[identity profile] 1word-friendly.livejournal.com
Rachel loves the rain. It's exhilarating for her. At least, when she's laid out on the grass with a perfect buzz and Mouth's company. Well, Mouth isn't exactly here, but she can still feel him with her or maybe that's just the alcohol.

Either way, the rain is pouring down on her, her mind's at peace, she's absolutely drenched from head to toe, and it feels so nice. The sound of the rain against the lake water provides a serene sound and the lightening is actually quite beautiful.

Electrocution? The possibility hasn't even entered her mind. Although, getting naked has. She's always more comfortable that way.
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[personal profile] song_tra_bong
Having finally finished going through that big ass book of a few nights ago, Mary Anne's reviewing her research notes. Or at least, she was, until she came to the conclusion that nothing she'd read was useful.

The book, while very helpful in how to identify a demonic presence or cast a demon out of your livestock/family member/other, didn't contain any information about how to deal with the demon itself. In retaliation, she's using one of her smaller knives to cut the aforementioned notes into paper snowflakes.

It's never too early to practice for Christmas.




[ooc: This post is made of 100% recycled materials. Save the trees.]
[identity profile] spooky-shrink.livejournal.com
[After arranging things with Jack.]

Malcolm has made the mistake of asking Bar for travel stuff.

Now he's sitting there, poking through a modest-size pile of the strangest things: engraved hoops of purple marble; a dark blue towel; glowing statues of things that look like rabbits; a multi-limbed corkscrew, with feathers.

People from other worlds have really weird ideas about gear.

Malcolm shakes his head. "Uh, thanks, Bar, but I think I'll stick with a toothbrush and a Dopp kit."

He'll keep the towel, though.
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[personal profile] mogget_cat
Yrael is concentrating, tonight. In the past week, he's added eight more pages of squished-in notes to his already-full notebook, and he needs to work on things to see exactly how they will go.

He is so very close to succeeding. The project is almost done.

Each Charter Mark drawn into the air, plucked from the Charter like a fish from a stream, burns for a moment before fading to hover unseen. Waiting. They come, uttered from his lips or drawn with his fingers, in a flood of thousands.


This type of work requires the whole couch, he feels.
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[personal profile] guppy_sandhu
The wave of freshers-with-misadventure injuries has passed more than a week ago in Holby's Accident and Emergency departments.

Now it's time for the freshers-with-malnutrition to filter their way there. Equalling a busy day for Guppy, who is still waking up in the mornings having spent half the night trying to burrow away from his nightmares.

Right now he's got an abdominal X-ray in hand from a particularly suspicious fresher who admitted to eating metal for money. And is looking at it with a look of tired disbelief.
[identity profile] dragonofgrey.livejournal.com
Draco was in a quiet and contemplative mood. Alhena was upstairs sleeping in their room. He was idly stirring some sugar in his tea, and looking over advanced potions. Another nice thing with less animals, meant less snakes. Less reminders from the war.
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_estsanatlehi_/
Ana was back, and still behind her crates of preserves. The pie was almost gone, unfortunately, but there was still a lot of everything else.

She was feeling rather younger today than she had been, just one of those things. Currently she was perched to one side of a booth, sipping from a mason jar and working on a logic puzzle, she still hadn't made herself a sign, but why else would someone have crates of jars if they weren't giving them away?