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evil_koala_626(OOM: Set immediately after Stitch's run in with Audrey II)
The warden threw a party in the county jail...
The warden threw a party in the county jail...
Nov. 5th, 2007
evil_koala_626
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Nov. 5th, 2007 02:19 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
shewasright.livejournal.comKaplan could feel the anti-virus starting to slowly wear off over the days since Alice had given him the requested small dose. The fever was picking up again and his stomach, well, was revolting against anything that wasn't raw or meat. That wasn't going to stop him from his work though. He had to much information to try to gather before his time could run out.
Thus the reason that he is sitting at a booth with an assortment of items about him: his small computer rests on the tabletop infront of him and open to some sort of document, pencil and papers to his right, and books to his left. Other tech items that he managed to hold onto inside the Hive rest within arms length ranging from a cell phone to a zip-housed USB port. Chad looks paler than he was yesterday with his head rested against the palm of his left hand while his right holds a pencil staring down at a sequence of codes infront of him.
Very botherable.
[ ooc: The mun is home sick and doesn't think they are going to make it to class. Tags are welcome but may be slow in responding. ]
Thus the reason that he is sitting at a booth with an assortment of items about him: his small computer rests on the tabletop infront of him and open to some sort of document, pencil and papers to his right, and books to his left. Other tech items that he managed to hold onto inside the Hive rest within arms length ranging from a cell phone to a zip-housed USB port. Chad looks paler than he was yesterday with his head rested against the palm of his left hand while his right holds a pencil staring down at a sequence of codes infront of him.
Very botherable.
[ ooc: The mun is home sick and doesn't think they are going to make it to class. Tags are welcome but may be slow in responding. ]
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Nov. 5th, 2007 10:14 amultradreamer.livejournal.com[OOM: Someone gets told that his assignment is going to be interesting, and also gets to be a deliveryboy.]
The door opens, and Mirai walks in, glancing about. He has, of all things, a letter in a heavy cream-colored envelope in one hand. He hmms, then goes to sit down and watch people.
There are many of them to watch! They interest him.
They can also say hello, because he's hard to bother.
The door opens, and Mirai walks in, glancing about. He has, of all things, a letter in a heavy cream-colored envelope in one hand. He hmms, then goes to sit down and watch people.
There are many of them to watch! They interest him.
They can also say hello, because he's hard to bother.
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Nov. 5th, 2007 10:25 amgone_byebyeHalloween is past and the Days of the Dead are over. Spirit activity in New York is still going on, but in all honesty it's mostly dropped back to pre-October levels. Ray therefore felt justified in heading up to Ulster County and taking Ecto to one of the safer locations within Catskill Park. They've been going through her new capabilities for most of the day, with Ray demonstrating and explaining as much as he was capable of, which is why he's looking pretty bushed as he walks through the door- Ecto doesn't get tired the way he does. "Hey," he says, signaling one of the wait-rats. "Can I get something caffeinated that didn't come from a lab, please? Much as I hate to say it, the green stuff doesn't always cut it for me."
The rat gives him a weird look and scampers off. Ray settles into one of the tables, pulls out his holocomputer, and reads over Ecto's system specs again for the umpteenth time. Seriously, if you're him it's fascinating stuff.
The rat gives him a weird look and scampers off. Ray settles into one of the tables, pulls out his holocomputer, and reads over Ecto's system specs again for the umpteenth time. Seriously, if you're him it's fascinating stuff.
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Nov. 5th, 2007 10:26 amk_in_blackTwo Men in Black are surprised to find themselves striding into the bar in the middle of what passes for 'day'--not their normal routine at all.
"...so how did--shit!--how did L's honeymoon go?"
K shakes his head. "Well, I couldn't hear most of what she said due to all the racket going on in the background. Pretty sure that was her husband, the ambassador."
Zed stops. "What the hell did she do?"
"...How about we have a drink first?"
Zed facepalms. Dammit, he didn't have time for a major intergalactic war this week.
"...so how did--shit!--how did L's honeymoon go?"
K shakes his head. "Well, I couldn't hear most of what she said due to all the racket going on in the background. Pretty sure that was her husband, the ambassador."
Zed stops. "What the hell did she do?"
"...How about we have a drink first?"
Zed facepalms. Dammit, he didn't have time for a major intergalactic war this week.
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Nov. 5th, 2007 10:32 amalorn-bear.livejournal.comThere's a pwing! and a flash of turquoise light, and Belar's in the Bar with his security badge on. One quick look in the Bar's direction and he knows all he needs to know. With a wince, he materializes a piece of paper out of the air and writes out a note- essentially he's volunteering to take a shift as Bartender. He's been a god of alcohol both on Gara and among the Mongols, after all.
He's around for all your Security needs in the meantime.
He's around for all your Security needs in the meantime.
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Nov. 5th, 2007 11:26 amdr_temperanceIt may be a little difficult to see Brennan at first, over the mounds of work she has brought into the bar with her today. Plastic tubs of bones, files, folders, reports, and printouts cover the tops of the three tables that she has shoved together to form one large work area. Brennan herself is sitting at one end, pecking away on her laptop, a cold cup of coffee at her elbow.
With Zach away indefinitely, it falls to Brennan to keep up with the entire forensic anthropology end of things in the lab. At least until a replacement is found--and judging by the inadequacy of the candidates she has been interviewing, that's not going to be any time soon.
That's one of the reasons she's working in Milliways--it's quiet and there's no one to subtly question her about her (non)decision in that arena. Plus, it allows her to avoid Booth. No cell phone service in Milliways.
She looks like she's in a mood. Approach with caution.
With Zach away indefinitely, it falls to Brennan to keep up with the entire forensic anthropology end of things in the lab. At least until a replacement is found--and judging by the inadequacy of the candidates she has been interviewing, that's not going to be any time soon.
That's one of the reasons she's working in Milliways--it's quiet and there's no one to subtly question her about her (non)decision in that arena. Plus, it allows her to avoid Booth. No cell phone service in Milliways.
She looks like she's in a mood. Approach with caution.
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Nov. 5th, 2007 11:53 amfat-charlie.livejournal.comFat Charlie has been in the bar almost every day - he doesn't have a choice, really - but his presence is usually left unnoticed.
He had started keeping a journal of sorts many months ago, and he's kept a log of the day's events. He's been thinking of turning it into a book, but he isn't sure what genre this might go under. Autobiography? Fiction? Science-Fiction? (After all, who is going to believe he'd spent a better part of the year living at a bar at the end of the universe?)
Currently, he is sitting by the bar with a cream cheese bagel and a coffee. His journal is closed in front of him, and is completely botherable if you want to chat.
He had started keeping a journal of sorts many months ago, and he's kept a log of the day's events. He's been thinking of turning it into a book, but he isn't sure what genre this might go under. Autobiography? Fiction? Science-Fiction? (After all, who is going to believe he'd spent a better part of the year living at a bar at the end of the universe?)
Currently, he is sitting by the bar with a cream cheese bagel and a coffee. His journal is closed in front of him, and is completely botherable if you want to chat.
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Nov. 5th, 2007 02:39 pmlast-the-month.livejournal.comIf you go out in the snow today
You're truly in for a treat
If you go out in the snow today
You'd better be armed to the teeth
For every vampire there ever was
Has gathered there for certain because
Today's the day the vampires start their feeding
Feeding time for vampires true
They're hungry, they're fast, their waiting for you
Get your gun, raise your rifles
They're out to feed today.
If you go out in the snow today
You'd better not go alone
If you go out in the snow today
You'd have done better to stay at home
For every vampire that ever there was
Has gathered in barrow for certain because
Today's the day the vampires start their feeding.
Eben is breathless, tired, angry and sore when he opens the door to the bar, but his gun is drawn and his expression is angry. Such rage does not belong on a human face.
It only deepens when he realizes where he is, "No. Fucking. Way.."
He turns automatically before hesitating a heartbeat in front of the wood. If...those things came from anywhere? It was probably here.
That thought makes him more angry.
He approaches the bar like a man on a mission before stopping short. Last time the wood wasn't...itself.
He slams a fist onto the wood and stares at the floor, staring at the grain breathing hard and heavy. His gun hanging loosely in his left hand. Reholstering it? Hasn't even occured to him. His town is being slaughtered by vampires, and all the weird shit started the moment he Found this place and-and-
Closing his eyes tight he brings his knees up and curls up on a stool shaking.
You're truly in for a treat
If you go out in the snow today
You'd better be armed to the teeth
For every vampire there ever was
Has gathered there for certain because
Today's the day the vampires start their feeding
Feeding time for vampires true
They're hungry, they're fast, their waiting for you
Get your gun, raise your rifles
They're out to feed today.
If you go out in the snow today
You'd better not go alone
If you go out in the snow today
You'd have done better to stay at home
For every vampire that ever there was
Has gathered in barrow for certain because
Today's the day the vampires start their feeding.
Eben is breathless, tired, angry and sore when he opens the door to the bar, but his gun is drawn and his expression is angry. Such rage does not belong on a human face.
It only deepens when he realizes where he is, "No. Fucking. Way.."
He turns automatically before hesitating a heartbeat in front of the wood. If...those things came from anywhere? It was probably here.
That thought makes him more angry.
He approaches the bar like a man on a mission before stopping short. Last time the wood wasn't...itself.
He slams a fist onto the wood and stares at the floor, staring at the grain breathing hard and heavy. His gun hanging loosely in his left hand. Reholstering it? Hasn't even occured to him. His town is being slaughtered by vampires, and all the weird shit started the moment he Found this place and-and-
Closing his eyes tight he brings his knees up and curls up on a stool shaking.
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Nov. 5th, 2007 03:46 pmnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comIt's becoming something of a really depressing habit.
Tinktinktink
Every day, the same table...
Thump Thump
The same cookies and cocoa...
scrubscrubscrub
The same collection of burnt-out circuit boards that need repairing.
"Ow!"
Some of them, evidently, still have a little juice in them.
Tinktinktink
Every day, the same table...
Thump Thump
The same cookies and cocoa...
scrubscrubscrub
The same collection of burnt-out circuit boards that need repairing.
"Ow!"
Some of them, evidently, still have a little juice in them.
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Nov. 5th, 2007 05:11 pmshadowsfound.livejournal.com[Back on Kevin's world: Kevin or Wither, which will he be? Someone means to take the decision out of his hands.]
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Nov. 5th, 2007 05:30 pmcandied-rabbit.livejournal.comThere's a somewhat incongruous sight at a booth in the Bar, tonight.
Namely, a certain, Sohma rabbit-boy, dressed in his schoolgirl uniform but with a load of papers, a handful of writing utensils, and his school calculator, all spread out before him. With a pen tucked behind one ear, he looks, all at once, the epitome of business-like and utterly unhappy about this state of things.
You see, on the papers in front of him are the details of his Bar tab, at the moment, along with a few figures on his allowance, how much of an advance on it he can probably wheedle out of Ha'ri, once he gets un-Bound, and a few, other little notes, all nestled amidst a lot of math. Basically, the math is telling him that, even after that, a month of being Bound means a pretty big debt.
And, hence, the sign he's been using to draw unsuspecting victims into board games has been turned around to its blank side, to which he has added, in his best English and glittery, purple marker:
"Momiji for Hire! Inquire Within!"
He's sure he'll think of at least one marketable skill he has, before someone asks about it.
Namely, a certain, Sohma rabbit-boy, dressed in his schoolgirl uniform but with a load of papers, a handful of writing utensils, and his school calculator, all spread out before him. With a pen tucked behind one ear, he looks, all at once, the epitome of business-like and utterly unhappy about this state of things.
You see, on the papers in front of him are the details of his Bar tab, at the moment, along with a few figures on his allowance, how much of an advance on it he can probably wheedle out of Ha'ri, once he gets un-Bound, and a few, other little notes, all nestled amidst a lot of math. Basically, the math is telling him that, even after that, a month of being Bound means a pretty big debt.
And, hence, the sign he's been using to draw unsuspecting victims into board games has been turned around to its blank side, to which he has added, in his best English and glittery, purple marker:
"Momiji for Hire! Inquire Within!"
He's sure he'll think of at least one marketable skill he has, before someone asks about it.
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Nov. 5th, 2007 05:53 pmlissla-lissar.livejournal.comAsh, Ob, and Meadowsweet are with Lissar tonight, the others sleeping upstairs. The woman herself is working through books on automobiles, slowly and with much sounding-out of words in hope that context will make them make sense.
Often context fails her.
Often context fails her.
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Nov. 5th, 2007 06:11 pmwildfire-eyes.livejournal.comWencit is out behind the bar today. Sometimes he feels the need to stretch a bit, and outside is the best place for that most of the time. He did some sword work earlier, and now he is standing on a rock near the lakeshore with his robes whipping around him in a small contained little whirlwind. His eyes blaze brightly as he draws some water from the lake and begins shaping a very small cloud a hundred feet up that flickers with contained lightning.
It is an exercise which requires tight control, but which is relatively safe as the cloud will collapse and dissipate if he loses his concentration. With that being the case, he would not really mind an interruption.
It is an exercise which requires tight control, but which is relatively safe as the cloud will collapse and dissipate if he loses his concentration. With that being the case, he would not really mind an interruption.
Happy Hour!
Nov. 5th, 2007 08:34 pmcollects_earsSlightly damp bartender. Got caught in the rain on his way to the bar.
Had just enough time to change into something dry, upon his arrival at the bar, but not time to properly dry his hair. Oh well.
"Tonight's drinks are: Rain Man, Rainy Night, Wet Kiss and What She's Having."
Come drink away the dreary weather!
"What'll it be?"
Had just enough time to change into something dry, upon his arrival at the bar, but not time to properly dry his hair. Oh well.
"Tonight's drinks are: Rain Man, Rainy Night, Wet Kiss and What She's Having."
Come drink away the dreary weather!
"What'll it be?"
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Nov. 5th, 2007 08:41 pmclumsy_auror[ooc: Last week, following her return from PotC-land, Nymphadora had a few conversations. First she speaks to Tom, who drops a bit of a bomb. This leads to a conversation with Bernard, who isn't quite sure how to explain himself. Finally she sees Mal. The two of them start to deal with the aftermath of their adventures on the high seas.
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Nov. 5th, 2007 08:54 pmevryinchbut1.livejournal.comRemember remember
Valerie's outside on the lake shore, enveloped in a thick sweater, watching the sky.
The Fifth of November
Gunpowder treason and plot
It's dark, and chilly; the stars are clear. Valerie rather likes it, though. And she's started a small bonfire in an old firepit, which keeps the cold off a bit.
I know of no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Ever should be forgot.
It's a nice night. Quiet.
Valerie's outside on the lake shore, enveloped in a thick sweater, watching the sky.
The Fifth of November
Gunpowder treason and plot
It's dark, and chilly; the stars are clear. Valerie rather likes it, though. And she's started a small bonfire in an old firepit, which keeps the cold off a bit.
I know of no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Ever should be forgot.
It's a nice night. Quiet.
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Nov. 5th, 2007 09:01 pmswishystjames.livejournal.comMarc?
Patching up some clothes while he has the time.
As a result, there's a large array of garments set out on the table around him, and he looks a little swamped, although, all in all, pretty happy. There's also a large box filled with spools, needles, and other odds and ends next to him, as well as a clipboard on which he's taking copious notes on virtually everything to do with the clothes.
Botherable.
Patching up some clothes while he has the time.
As a result, there's a large array of garments set out on the table around him, and he looks a little swamped, although, all in all, pretty happy. There's also a large box filled with spools, needles, and other odds and ends next to him, as well as a clipboard on which he's taking copious notes on virtually everything to do with the clothes.
Botherable.
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Nov. 5th, 2007 09:45 pmtristranthornThe bandages around his shoulder and arm are sufficient enough, still present (mostly because he doesn't care to take them off just yet). There is no longer any blood and the wound is still a little sore but it is nearly completely healed, which is a rather good thing.
He has been resting upstairs in their room, bed-ridden for the most part, in order to regain his strength. After a few days, he'd become a little restless and bored, but Yvaine had been around to keep him company - which he is immensely grateful for.
As Tristran ambles down the steps towards the bar proper, he feels quite a lot better.
It is nice to be able to stretch his legs a bit.
He has been resting upstairs in their room, bed-ridden for the most part, in order to regain his strength. After a few days, he'd become a little restless and bored, but Yvaine had been around to keep him company - which he is immensely grateful for.
As Tristran ambles down the steps towards the bar proper, he feels quite a lot better.
It is nice to be able to stretch his legs a bit.
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Nov. 5th, 2007 10:28 pmpolitestpirate.livejournal.comThe greenhouse was already damaged when he returned to Milliways-
And it still has not been touched. Considering how much Mary cared for her plants, Wellard would have been expecting her to camp out in said greenhouse until it was repaired. Since he has not seen her at all, well... that seems to him plenty of cause for worrying.
It is also cause for poking around the greenhouse, and trying to figure out what may have caused the damage as he cleans up a bit.
((Late entry posts, so slowtimes are a good possibility- but totally open for tagging!))
And it still has not been touched. Considering how much Mary cared for her plants, Wellard would have been expecting her to camp out in said greenhouse until it was repaired. Since he has not seen her at all, well... that seems to him plenty of cause for worrying.
It is also cause for poking around the greenhouse, and trying to figure out what may have caused the damage as he cleans up a bit.
((Late entry posts, so slowtimes are a good possibility- but totally open for tagging!))
Ginny is happy
Nov. 5th, 2007 11:14 pmmissginnytonic.livejournal.comThere is a sight you haven’t seen for a while. Ginny Weasley has a smile on her face. She is waiting for a waitrat.
