Nov. 9th, 2007
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Nov. 9th, 2007 01:29 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
zeebaeataz.livejournal.comThere was the thumping of running feet, and then the door flew open, admitting a tumble of crocodiles who upon realizing where they were, crowed and congratulated each other, "Stupid lions ees never find us in heer!"
One of them even went back to the door to yell out it, "You ees hear that lions? You ees stupid and never finds us in heer!" That one was promptly yanked back out the door, causing the rest to scatter.
Maybe there's one hiding under your table, couldn't hurt to check.
One of them even went back to the door to yell out it, "You ees hear that lions? You ees stupid and never finds us in heer!" That one was promptly yanked back out the door, causing the rest to scatter.
Maybe there's one hiding under your table, couldn't hurt to check.
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Nov. 9th, 2007 10:06 amworks-in-space.livejournal.comJim came through the door today with his Starfleet issue excursion jacket. He knew it was getting to be autumn at the Bar, and he was looking forward to the chance to take a walk someplace where the air was cool, the sky was blue, and the leaves were crunching under his feet.
He's quite interruptable.
[ooc: slowtime for work possible. Slowtime for weekend starts at 3 pm EST]
He's quite interruptable.
[ooc: slowtime for work possible. Slowtime for weekend starts at 3 pm EST]
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Nov. 9th, 2007 10:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
md_donighal[OOM: At the Culinary Institute of America, Flynn Carsen and Divis Mal demonstrate what every Delta Green agent knows: stomping Nazi butt is always a worthwhile endeavor. Now completed.]
Gray suit comin'. Nova inna bar, with tea. Minimalist, but botherable withal.
Gray suit comin'. Nova inna bar, with tea. Minimalist, but botherable withal.
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Nov. 9th, 2007 11:22 amno_justiceDeath turned up at the Bar expecting to get a drink, only to discover the bar was asleep and the bartender curiously absent. This wasn't a good thing. Then, it occurred to him that maybe he could learn about humanity by talking to people. And who do people talk to if not their bartenders?
So Death has decided to show a bit of initiative, and is now behind the bar.
The specials board has no chalk on it, but in embossed silver, it now reads:
They're just drinks he likes.
So Death has decided to show a bit of initiative, and is now behind the bar.
The specials board has no chalk on it, but in embossed silver, it now reads:
Specials
Mexical
Blavod
White Russian
Mexical
Blavod
White Russian
They're just drinks he likes.
The Curiosities of the Afternoon
Nov. 9th, 2007 02:17 pmamanofletters.livejournal.comIt occurred to Watson when he opened the door to his study, that the room he had just walked into was not, in fact, his study. On the contrary, instead of the dreary London afternoon shining its way through the window, there was, in its place, a bar. Watson blinked several times to reaffirm that he was not imagining it, and as he did so, he found himself increasingly at loss.
It was an extremely odd looking bar by his standards, but it was clear to him that, at they very least, it was one. Still, it was a singularly peculiar sight, and he admitted, albeit mentally, that he had never seen such a curious spectacle in all his years. And that was saying a good deal when taking into account his past experiences.
His first thought, of course, being a doctor, was hallucination. He must be hallucinating. A nasty fall perhaps. The door to his study had actually been a twenty foot drop to the pavement under his window.
Then of all the places in the world, why would he be dreaming about this place?
He closed his eyes. He told himself to calm down. He was a sensible, pragmatic, sophisticated and well learned man. Surely there was some logical explanation to this that wasn't occurring to him.
Watson sighed wearily, suddenly wishing desperately for his pipe and the cosy fireplace of the lounge room at Baker Street. Hoping that at least he could go back from whence he came, he turned around and headed for the door he had entered through, only to find that it had vanished without a trace into the wall, not leaving so much as a splinter behind.
He sighed again and rest his forehead on what used to be a door.
Goodness. This was just simply not his day.
It was an extremely odd looking bar by his standards, but it was clear to him that, at they very least, it was one. Still, it was a singularly peculiar sight, and he admitted, albeit mentally, that he had never seen such a curious spectacle in all his years. And that was saying a good deal when taking into account his past experiences.
His first thought, of course, being a doctor, was hallucination. He must be hallucinating. A nasty fall perhaps. The door to his study had actually been a twenty foot drop to the pavement under his window.
Then of all the places in the world, why would he be dreaming about this place?
He closed his eyes. He told himself to calm down. He was a sensible, pragmatic, sophisticated and well learned man. Surely there was some logical explanation to this that wasn't occurring to him.
Watson sighed wearily, suddenly wishing desperately for his pipe and the cosy fireplace of the lounge room at Baker Street. Hoping that at least he could go back from whence he came, he turned around and headed for the door he had entered through, only to find that it had vanished without a trace into the wall, not leaving so much as a splinter behind.
He sighed again and rest his forehead on what used to be a door.
Goodness. This was just simply not his day.
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Nov. 9th, 2007 05:12 pmscurlockoom:
now these towns, they all know our names
six gun sound is our claim to fame
i can hear 'em say
bad company, and i won't deny
bad, bad company
'til the day i die
now these towns, they all know our names
six gun sound is our claim to fame
i can hear 'em say
bad company, and i won't deny
bad, bad company
'til the day i die
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Nov. 9th, 2007 05:48 pmcandied-rabbit.livejournal.comMomiji Sohma is out by the lake, today, mildly bundled up, with a fluffy, purple coat and the scarf Marc gave him both quite comfortably nestled on him. It's starting to get really chilly, after all! But, after a few days of being cooped up, working on copying runes for Ravin or avoiding the demon-rabbit attacks that his last conversation with Will had made him more than a little worried about, playing outside had suddenly become a necessity.
Basically, this means he's been picking flowers all day, most of which are now nestled firmly on a piece of cloth in his open violin case. Said case is otherwise empty at the moment, its usual inhabitant presently playing chin-rest for the blonde boy, as he works through a light-hearted, airy peace, his bow darting along at a fast pace.
Give him an audience? Or tell him to be quiet?
Basically, this means he's been picking flowers all day, most of which are now nestled firmly on a piece of cloth in his open violin case. Said case is otherwise empty at the moment, its usual inhabitant presently playing chin-rest for the blonde boy, as he works through a light-hearted, airy peace, his bow darting along at a fast pace.
Give him an audience? Or tell him to be quiet?
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Nov. 9th, 2007 06:45 pmoh-wowee.livejournal.comThere's nothing quite so striking as a Rock God looking the part.
And boy, did Toki look the part.
He stepped into the bar with a conspiring look on his face, his eyes darting either way before slipping straight up to the bar, and ordered. "Please miss Bars or Mikes or whoevers, is emer-jum-sees. I needs a plates of onions ring and a giant cheeseburgers and a cupcakes, and a popscockles." He sounded frantic.
Someone was on a diet. Five someones, actually.
And boy, did Toki look the part.
He stepped into the bar with a conspiring look on his face, his eyes darting either way before slipping straight up to the bar, and ordered. "Please miss Bars or Mikes or whoevers, is emer-jum-sees. I needs a plates of onions ring and a giant cheeseburgers and a cupcakes, and a popscockles." He sounded frantic.
Someone was on a diet. Five someones, actually.
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Nov. 9th, 2007 07:00 pmbasic_powers[OOM: For some people, Halloween isn't over yet. ]
A door opens to a scene of a cafeteria in chaos, food is flying everywhere along with several toys screaming, yelling and cackling madly. A small blonde boy pushes through the door and closes it quickly behind him as a lost blob of rice pudding careens for his head, to splatter on the side of the door as it closes.
Only after the door is shut does Tyler lean against it and rub his face tiredly groaning. The fourthgrader picks himself out a table and orders a meal for himself, since his got used for cannon fodder.
October could not be over fast enough in his opinion.
A door opens to a scene of a cafeteria in chaos, food is flying everywhere along with several toys screaming, yelling and cackling madly. A small blonde boy pushes through the door and closes it quickly behind him as a lost blob of rice pudding careens for his head, to splatter on the side of the door as it closes.
Only after the door is shut does Tyler lean against it and rub his face tiredly groaning. The fourthgrader picks himself out a table and orders a meal for himself, since his got used for cannon fodder.
October could not be over fast enough in his opinion.
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Nov. 9th, 2007 07:08 pmdestroy_restartAfter a long absence, Tower is in that bar again. He turns up, casually, with a big cigar lit, and looks around.
"Bit of bad luck struck you, eh?" he says, patting the bar. Then, he orders a scotch from the waitrats.
[[OOC: Tower is here on request from JC Denton-mun, but this post is by no means plotlocked! Just make sure you read Tower's user info before tagging him for the first time. Thanks!]]
"Bit of bad luck struck you, eh?" he says, patting the bar. Then, he orders a scotch from the waitrats.
[[OOC: Tower is here on request from JC Denton-mun, but this post is by no means plotlocked! Just make sure you read Tower's user info before tagging him for the first time. Thanks!]]
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Nov. 9th, 2007 07:27 pmostro_gothWhen Teja came down this morning, he made sure that his sign was still up, and checked whether there was any work left for him with the waitrats.
Now, he is sitting in a chair by the fireplace, observing the place and wondering whether to ask the rats for a book. However, he's not quite certain what he wants to read about first, and whether he ought to. Does he want to know what future times wrote about his people? Does he want to know how the world changed since his time? And which world? - There are as many world-shadows as there are stars in the heavens, the King of Amber had told him.
It is a luxury, Teja ponders, not to know what he wants, and to truly have a choice, and time to think about it before he makes it. So, he watches the odd old man instead who is at the bar spewing forth a strange-smelling smoke from his mouth with the aid of a brown wad of burning herbs, and wonders what that is for.-
Now, he is sitting in a chair by the fireplace, observing the place and wondering whether to ask the rats for a book. However, he's not quite certain what he wants to read about first, and whether he ought to. Does he want to know what future times wrote about his people? Does he want to know how the world changed since his time? And which world? - There are as many world-shadows as there are stars in the heavens, the King of Amber had told him.
It is a luxury, Teja ponders, not to know what he wants, and to truly have a choice, and time to think about it before he makes it. So, he watches the odd old man instead who is at the bar spewing forth a strange-smelling smoke from his mouth with the aid of a brown wad of burning herbs, and wonders what that is for.-
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Nov. 9th, 2007 07:32 pmreddragonloved.livejournal.comAfter a fitful night in an unfamiliar room Reba made her way into the main room of the bar. Her cane is still silent as she moves across the floor save for light tapping when it hits a chair or table. If she had another breakdown after she was out of the public eye it no longer shows on her face.
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Nov. 9th, 2007 07:37 pmmycursedfaceThere is a window.
No, that isn't right.
There is the Window, that one, the Observation one, and it has a Gorgon at it. Yes, 'a', not 'the' - there are three, after all, and if Medusa is the most famous, she certainly isn't going to forget about her sisters.
But anyway.
Medusa is at the Observation window, her hands pressed against the glass as she gazes with utter delight at the dying universe.
No, that isn't right.
There is the Window, that one, the Observation one, and it has a Gorgon at it. Yes, 'a', not 'the' - there are three, after all, and if Medusa is the most famous, she certainly isn't going to forget about her sisters.
But anyway.
Medusa is at the Observation window, her hands pressed against the glass as she gazes with utter delight at the dying universe.
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Nov. 9th, 2007 07:40 pmwhite_flowersFor all the things that she does not know, one thing there is that she is certain of, yes indeed, and it is what she needs to learn will not be found by the grey shores of a sea in a world far, far from where the universe ends.
Tonight when Blodwen slips through the door into Milliways, she is once again wearing her signature white-- this time as a pseudowool jumper that gleams like snow and contrasts with the storm-gray fabric of her slacks.
She takes a moment to glance around the room before settling at a table, with a cup of tea.
(And if a part of her mind is aware that the year as reckoned there draws slowly to its close, she does not consciously let her thoughts dwell on what the lengthening nights once meant for one such as she was.
Not consciously.)
Not consciously.)
Tonight when Blodwen slips through the door into Milliways, she is once again wearing her signature white-- this time as a pseudowool jumper that gleams like snow and contrasts with the storm-gray fabric of her slacks.
She takes a moment to glance around the room before settling at a table, with a cup of tea.
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Nov. 9th, 2007 07:42 pmasar-suti.livejournal.comHe's always here, some way or another, because he lives and works in the garden, and in the magic library; but today, Asar-Suti is actually evident in the bar room itself.
The garden is mostly done for the year, the library doesn't exactly call to him just now, so there is a former Dark God of Awesome Powers (just a rather purple wizard, these days, really) at a table, eating a hot chicken salad, drinking coffee, and reading fat novel which is, actually, a thinly veiled study of early 21st century economics, but very riveting for that.
A table, because in his favourite chair by the fire, there is a terrible grim fellow with an axe who doesn't look as if he'd leave without an argument. Preferably involving the axe, which would then involve godfire on Asar-Suti's part, which would then involve a lot of things that are definitely Not Good, like angry security people.
So, the purple god is at a table, and content.
The garden is mostly done for the year, the library doesn't exactly call to him just now, so there is a former Dark God of Awesome Powers (just a rather purple wizard, these days, really) at a table, eating a hot chicken salad, drinking coffee, and reading fat novel which is, actually, a thinly veiled study of early 21st century economics, but very riveting for that.
A table, because in his favourite chair by the fire, there is a terrible grim fellow with an axe who doesn't look as if he'd leave without an argument. Preferably involving the axe, which would then involve godfire on Asar-Suti's part, which would then involve a lot of things that are definitely Not Good, like angry security people.
So, the purple god is at a table, and content.
First Entrance!
Nov. 9th, 2007 07:45 pmweiss-up.livejournal.comSome people really know how to make an entrance. Some people do it unintentionally.
'Unintentionally' here meaning 'soaked through and through, dolled up in a Victorian corset, fishnets, and gloves, and with make up streaking her face'.
Really? If Janet Weiss had been meaning to go anywhere, she wouldn't have gone like this. She looks quite disconcerted, but not nearly as badly as some others. She'd been meaning to get out of the lab, but given whose lab it was, she's not surprised that it has opened onto a bar. She's just surprised that her door is gone.
At present, she's not sure who to approach. No one really looks like they might actually be associates of Frank-N-Furter, strangely enough. They all look like rather civilized people, which is only more reason for her to feel mortified in her current attire. She's dripping water onto the floor, and she's probably got on the most risque clothing in the bar.
And what is that big swirly window over there?
[ ooc; Sleep. Must be had. Thanks for all the tagging, and by golly, every loose end will be slowtimed to completion. ]
'Unintentionally' here meaning 'soaked through and through, dolled up in a Victorian corset, fishnets, and gloves, and with make up streaking her face'.
Really? If Janet Weiss had been meaning to go anywhere, she wouldn't have gone like this. She looks quite disconcerted, but not nearly as badly as some others. She'd been meaning to get out of the lab, but given whose lab it was, she's not surprised that it has opened onto a bar. She's just surprised that her door is gone.
At present, she's not sure who to approach. No one really looks like they might actually be associates of Frank-N-Furter, strangely enough. They all look like rather civilized people, which is only more reason for her to feel mortified in her current attire. She's dripping water onto the floor, and she's probably got on the most risque clothing in the bar.
And what is that big swirly window over there?
[ ooc; Sleep. Must be had. Thanks for all the tagging, and by golly, every loose end will be slowtimed to completion. ]
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Nov. 9th, 2007 08:34 pmwill_scarlettIt just started snowing and Will had left Tuck to get some more meat to make broth when the snowstorm hit, so he entered the cottage and found Milliways.
He's too cold and tired to even notice just heads for the fire with his cloak pulled up and covered with snow, not even sitting on a chair just kneeling down in front of it.
The snow starts to melt but he still feels cold, and he keeps shivering, but he's back not even sure how long he's been gone.
He's too cold and tired to even notice just heads for the fire with his cloak pulled up and covered with snow, not even sitting on a chair just kneeling down in front of it.
The snow starts to melt but he still feels cold, and he keeps shivering, but he's back not even sure how long he's been gone.
Multi-pup post
Nov. 9th, 2007 09:04 pmdr-de-silva.livejournal.comThis is a really bad idea.
I'm not very good with the patients back home, now I bump into my predecessor at Life Support at the end of the universe and he thinks I should run his clinic a couple times to get my confidence up.
So now I'm sitting here with this sign, feeling a total wally. At least he's only over there, sipping a pepsi and probably laughing at me, so I can send anyone over I can't handle or... isn't human.
Toby looks somewhat awkward as he sits in Guppy's usual spot near the infirmary. But at the same time, it's sort of nice to be trusted with it.
Walk-in clinic
The doctor is in
***
About ten yards from Toby, far enough away to give him space but close enough to be frantically waved at if he gets out of his depth, is Guppy. Who is drinking a pepsi and learning his lines for the staff pantomime.
Either entirely botherable.
I'm not very good with the patients back home, now I bump into my predecessor at Life Support at the end of the universe and he thinks I should run his clinic a couple times to get my confidence up.
So now I'm sitting here with this sign, feeling a total wally. At least he's only over there, sipping a pepsi and probably laughing at me, so I can send anyone over I can't handle or... isn't human.
Toby looks somewhat awkward as he sits in Guppy's usual spot near the infirmary. But at the same time, it's sort of nice to be trusted with it.
Walk-in clinic
The doctor is in
***
About ten yards from Toby, far enough away to give him space but close enough to be frantically waved at if he gets out of his depth, is Guppy. Who is drinking a pepsi and learning his lines for the staff pantomime.
Either entirely botherable.
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Nov. 9th, 2007 09:09 pmgone_byebyeRay promised Andrew to help go through the Milliways library last night until they found an answer to the problem of post-death traumatic experiences being relived. Hence his current state: at one of the tables near the fire, intently flipping through books.
There's a small lumpy velvet sack on the table in front of him as well. At some point he's got to give that to Bar to pay his tab- he decanted a lot of synthetic gems today so that he could pay off his tab, but, well, it was still Mikey when he got downstairs.
He could be poked.
There's a small lumpy velvet sack on the table in front of him as well. At some point he's got to give that to Bar to pay his tab- he decanted a lot of synthetic gems today so that he could pay off his tab, but, well, it was still Mikey when he got downstairs.
He could be poked.
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Nov. 9th, 2007 09:47 pmmistressmaryquitecontraryIt's lucky for Mary that Yorkshire time hasn't moved far along during her unexpected jaunt; it would have been rather difficult to explain.
Still, the Milliways time she's missed is more than enough to set her fretting. Most pressingly, the greenhouse - still somewhat disheveled from whatever had overset it - needs a great deal of attention, and so she's spent most of the day in there, setting things to rights and viciously attacking whatever weeds have had the temerity to show their heads during her absence.
It's dark by the time she finally heads into the main building, covered in dirt, with cold hands and a great desire for a warm cup of cocoa.
Still, the Milliways time she's missed is more than enough to set her fretting. Most pressingly, the greenhouse - still somewhat disheveled from whatever had overset it - needs a great deal of attention, and so she's spent most of the day in there, setting things to rights and viciously attacking whatever weeds have had the temerity to show their heads during her absence.
It's dark by the time she finally heads into the main building, covered in dirt, with cold hands and a great desire for a warm cup of cocoa.
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Nov. 9th, 2007 10:28 pmlisten-to-the.livejournal.comCoalhouse doesn't have any hobbies.
It's been years since he's needed one. He's had talents, passions, objectives and pastimes (women, for one), and jobs. He's always kept himself occuppied.
He's now thoroughly unoccupied.
They say idle hands are the devil's playground, but it seems to him that wickedness always kept him busy. Perhaps that makes this punishment.
(And the one thing he can do--do very well--lurks always on the periphery, haunting him like a ghost or a memory, a gleam of light on the edge of vision.)
Coalhouse Walker finishes his dinner, and looks around for the next thing. One good thing about Milliways is that there's always a next thing coming along.
It's been years since he's needed one. He's had talents, passions, objectives and pastimes (women, for one), and jobs. He's always kept himself occuppied.
He's now thoroughly unoccupied.
They say idle hands are the devil's playground, but it seems to him that wickedness always kept him busy. Perhaps that makes this punishment.
(And the one thing he can do--do very well--lurks always on the periphery, haunting him like a ghost or a memory, a gleam of light on the edge of vision.)
Coalhouse Walker finishes his dinner, and looks around for the next thing. One good thing about Milliways is that there's always a next thing coming along.
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Nov. 9th, 2007 10:30 pmsnapcrackleburn.livejournal.com[OOM: Roy has made his way back to Central. But before he can let himself climb again, he has to visit someone who's fallen.]
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Nov. 9th, 2007 10:48 pmfunnyasallhell.livejournal.comSo if there are sissified young gentlemen by the name of Winchester who can wander into his camp (and in a very real way, Deadwood is Swearengen's camp), it's best if Al Swearengen size up the competition.
Nobody's behind the bar, either.
And nobody seems to be making any fucking objections as to his immediate presence. After a cursory examination of the wall of bottles behind him, and one or two mutterings along the lines of what is this shit? --
The board gets filled out -- best to obey the general custom in another man's joint -- after a wrinkling of his nose.
Specials
whiskey
Al Swearengen leans forward, puts his palms on the bar, and stares out at Milliways. Blackly.
Apparently bartending is on. If you dare.
[OOC: Please read this post in the back room before tagging -- but then tag! Totally! :D]
[ETA: And like magic, all threads uncompleted are slowtimed -- I'll pick up tags ASAP! *goes to fall over*]
Nobody's behind the bar, either.
And nobody seems to be making any fucking objections as to his immediate presence. After a cursory examination of the wall of bottles behind him, and one or two mutterings along the lines of what is this shit? --
The board gets filled out -- best to obey the general custom in another man's joint -- after a wrinkling of his nose.
whiskey
Al Swearengen leans forward, puts his palms on the bar, and stares out at Milliways. Blackly.
Apparently bartending is on. If you dare.
[OOC: Please read this post in the back room before tagging -- but then tag! Totally! :D]
[ETA: And like magic, all threads uncompleted are slowtimed -- I'll pick up tags ASAP! *goes to fall over*]
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Nov. 9th, 2007 11:16 pmkillitwithfireCouch?
Check.
Fire?
Check.
Axel?
Check.
He just so happens to be sprawled out on said couch, with, for once, his nose in a book (the title reads Trinary for the Bored), and a mug of pepper tea within easy reach.
He's humming to himself a little. There's very little tune to it, but at least it's not off-key.
Demyx, were he in the bar, would still wince.
He is quite botherable.
Check.
Fire?
Check.
Axel?
Check.
He just so happens to be sprawled out on said couch, with, for once, his nose in a book (the title reads Trinary for the Bored), and a mug of pepper tea within easy reach.
He's humming to himself a little. There's very little tune to it, but at least it's not off-key.
Demyx, were he in the bar, would still wince.
He is quite botherable.
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Nov. 9th, 2007 11:26 pmprydefulKate's got her security badge easily seen and her feet propped up on the end of a couch as she surveys the room.
It's mostly quiet. It may continue to mostly be quiet.
But she's watching anyway, just in case that changes.
She's also reading a book in between scans, and enjoying it a great deal.
She's enjoying more in general, honestly, with Piotr back, but it's hard to not enjoy a good fantasy novel no matter what. Especially ones that are humorous and make you periodically giggle at the pages.
[OOC: Y'all have my apologizies, but I need to beg a slowtime till tomorrow night. I'm staying up to get a plotty OOM done, and right now am running only on the end of caffeine. Everyone will be tagged tomorrow! - Kat]
It's mostly quiet. It may continue to mostly be quiet.
But she's watching anyway, just in case that changes.
She's also reading a book in between scans, and enjoying it a great deal.
She's enjoying more in general, honestly, with Piotr back, but it's hard to not enjoy a good fantasy novel no matter what. Especially ones that are humorous and make you periodically giggle at the pages.
[OOC: Y'all have my apologizies, but I need to beg a slowtime till tomorrow night. I'm staying up to get a plotty OOM done, and right now am running only on the end of caffeine. Everyone will be tagged tomorrow! - Kat]
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Nov. 9th, 2007 11:40 pmnecessary_childSam's lazing on a sofa by the fire, alternating playing cats-cradle and juggling with shining magics, so that it looks like his hands are full of rainbow. He's chatting to Father Mulcahy, who has a nearby seat and looks slightly nonplussed but bemused, his eyes following the occasional especially bright flicker. He has a notebook in hand, pen behind his ear and a closed Bible on his knee.
[OOC: Two pups, two muns, one computer (God help us). Tag one, but you'll probably get the other as well. Father Mulcahy will be vanishing at 1.45 GMT, and slowtime with him is sadly not an option. The devil will be here all night, though, folks, or at least until Bethan collapses.]
[OOC2: And, much later than advertised, the Father is out of all threads, folks! But Sam is (...more or less) still here, for all your tagging needs.]
[OOC: Two pups, two muns, one computer (God help us). Tag one, but you'll probably get the other as well. Father Mulcahy will be vanishing at 1.45 GMT, and slowtime with him is sadly not an option. The devil will be here all night, though, folks, or at least until Bethan collapses.]
[OOC2: And, much later than advertised, the Father is out of all threads, folks! But Sam is (...more or less) still here, for all your tagging needs.]
