Nov. 10th, 2007
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Nov. 10th, 2007 01:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
prydeful[OOM: On Serenity, Piotr and Kate talk, and Piotr asks a question.
And Kate responds the best she can. Or can't, for the moment.
It's not a fairy-tale ending, but it's something to think on.
Warning for not at all graphic adult situations.]
And Kate responds the best she can. Or can't, for the moment.
It's not a fairy-tale ending, but it's something to think on.
Warning for not at all graphic adult situations.]
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Nov. 10th, 2007 08:18 amfutures_of_ashThere was a woman out on the lake, feet inches above the water as she contemplated the depths. It was hard to see the tears that slowly trickled down to join the misty waters, but one could taste them, salty-sweet and gentle in the air. The lake had been hers, a home, an anchor point for her being...
...and now it too had changed. She could see the distant shore, feel the defined edges. So she mourned, but it was a peaceful, gentle mourning, each tear striking the water below her feet with a lick of a flame. Strange that flame could be born in the depth of water, but so this flame was, swimming upward from the depths it'd been invested in through pain, blood, and suffering. Swimming upward, joyous and free to wrap around the woman they belonged to.
Rachel was out on the lake this morning, and though tears traced her cheeks, they also traced a small, ghostly smile.
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...and now it too had changed. She could see the distant shore, feel the defined edges. So she mourned, but it was a peaceful, gentle mourning, each tear striking the water below her feet with a lick of a flame. Strange that flame could be born in the depth of water, but so this flame was, swimming upward from the depths it'd been invested in through pain, blood, and suffering. Swimming upward, joyous and free to wrap around the woman they belonged to.
Rachel was out on the lake this morning, and though tears traced her cheeks, they also traced a small, ghostly smile.
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Nov. 10th, 2007 09:27 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
wildfire-eyes.livejournal.comLast night Wencit had had a conversation. Mostly the conversation had been a good one. Yet it had stirred some old memories, things which he had not thought of in centuries. Because some memories, after all, are painful.
Once stirred, of course, they refused to go away. So Wencit sits at a table, a mug of cider at his elbow. His eyes are closed and he simply listens to the rhythms around him, sifting out the various threads of movement, conversation, and life.
He remembers.
Once stirred, of course, they refused to go away. So Wencit sits at a table, a mug of cider at his elbow. His eyes are closed and he simply listens to the rhythms around him, sifting out the various threads of movement, conversation, and life.
He remembers.
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Nov. 10th, 2007 10:41 amshewasright.livejournal.comAlways something seemed to prevent going back to the infirmary. A breakthrough in his programing, preping to go back into the Hive- all things that could honestly wait to be done but seemed to pull his attention more than usual. The fevers had come back and tylenol wasn't cutting it any more thus the reason for a t-shirt and sandles.
Something else had happened in the night when Kaplan was working: the sense of being traped inside the room. It was almost like his sense of space had taken a total 180 making the room very uncomfortable. However when he made it into the bar with computer in hand the noise was deafening. At his usual booth the former Umbrella computer tech sits with his left bandaged hand covering his left ear. The most unusual thing the pale man does is, while staring at the computer screen, is blink his eyes more than usual then rub at them with his other hand. He couldn't focus.
Today had to be the worst day ever.
Something else had happened in the night when Kaplan was working: the sense of being traped inside the room. It was almost like his sense of space had taken a total 180 making the room very uncomfortable. However when he made it into the bar with computer in hand the noise was deafening. At his usual booth the former Umbrella computer tech sits with his left bandaged hand covering his left ear. The most unusual thing the pale man does is, while staring at the computer screen, is blink his eyes more than usual then rub at them with his other hand. He couldn't focus.
Today had to be the worst day ever.
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Nov. 10th, 2007 11:54 ammycursedfaceThis morning, or maybe last night (it is hard to tell, with Milliways' oh-so-flexible time), Death gave Medusa a bottle of mescal. Proper mescal, too. With a worm, and everything.
Which is why Medusa is currently sitting on the edge of a table (legs folded and her wings hanging over the edge of said table), studying the bottle and its worm curiously (also with a certain amount of repressed giggles). Even her snakes are confused.
All Gorgons are part magpie. Yes, all three of them. They are sometimes very, very easily amused.
Which is why Medusa is currently sitting on the edge of a table (legs folded and her wings hanging over the edge of said table), studying the bottle and its worm curiously (also with a certain amount of repressed giggles). Even her snakes are confused.
All Gorgons are part magpie. Yes, all three of them. They are sometimes very, very easily amused.
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Nov. 10th, 2007 02:17 pmgravity_shifterIt had been a little more difficult than usual for Sikozu to obtain the amount of food required for her most recent meal, having to have it all carried out by waitrat, but they managed.
But it's been a few hours now and Sikozu is enjoying the after effects, stretched out on a couch, near the fireplace. Fortunately, she's short enough that she doesn't take up the entire couch, but the heat she's giving off could be considered either off-putting or intriguing.
But it's been a few hours now and Sikozu is enjoying the after effects, stretched out on a couch, near the fireplace. Fortunately, she's short enough that she doesn't take up the entire couch, but the heat she's giving off could be considered either off-putting or intriguing.
Caturday Night Bartending
Nov. 10th, 2007 04:29 pmkittehnpip.livejournal.comIt all started when Kitteh walked up to the bar to order his usual glass of gin, and failed to get a response. A bit of investigation revealed a set of signs requesting assistance.
Let it never be said that Meowlin Q. Kitteh doesn't know a money-taking -making opportunity when he sees one.
The Specials board now has the following awkwardly scrawled across it:
GIN
WISKY
MOAR GIN
EVN MOAR GIN
On Bar itself sits a rusty tin can with "TIPZ" written on it in the same handwriting.
And behind the Bar stands Kitteh himself, wiping out a highball glass with a huge grin on his face.
He's at ur bar, tendin it.
(Oh, and Pip's back there too, rummaging around in the cupboards at random. Somebody maybe oughta do something about that.)
Let it never be said that Meowlin Q. Kitteh doesn't know a money-
The Specials board now has the following awkwardly scrawled across it:
WISKY
MOAR GIN
EVN MOAR GIN
On Bar itself sits a rusty tin can with "TIPZ" written on it in the same handwriting.
And behind the Bar stands Kitteh himself, wiping out a highball glass with a huge grin on his face.
He's at ur bar, tendin it.
(Oh, and Pip's back there too, rummaging around in the cupboards at random. Somebody maybe oughta do something about that.)
Double OOM Post
Nov. 10th, 2007 04:58 pmarmoralchemy.livejournal.comFriends Meet Before Catastrophe Strikes.
A boy picks up his pen and journal for a second time.
The first has been linked in again due to an error in the time line that we made in pre-plot...yes we are human, we beg your forgiveness and understanding. With that said, Enjoy
A boy picks up his pen and journal for a second time.
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Nov. 10th, 2007 05:43 pmkinshou-kitsune.livejournal.comHer door had been there for quite some time. Taunting her, really, was the best way to describe it. It was a pull telling her it was time to come dance with what the Wheel had spun into the Pattern. Inari did not know if she was ready for the impending battles she knew would come. Many would die- she knew that and was prepaired as best she could be for it.
Noone would be going with her which had been a hard decission. After seeing Will so sick...she remembered the limits of endurance a human body stand. This was not a task for those here- she would not put the others at risk. Shifting on her feet slightly the white samurai style armor she wore made the softers of clatters. The helmet tucked under her arm bore the traditional face of a Japanese fox mask decorated with red and black paint. Her sword hung over her left shoulder with its two red tassels dangling to barely brush her shoulder.
She was ready..for the most part.
Turning towards a waitrat she offered a soft smile. "A bottle of sake and two cups please?" Nodding the rat scampered off to fill the order.
Anyone is welcome to question the kami as to what she is doing.
Noone would be going with her which had been a hard decission. After seeing Will so sick...she remembered the limits of endurance a human body stand. This was not a task for those here- she would not put the others at risk. Shifting on her feet slightly the white samurai style armor she wore made the softers of clatters. The helmet tucked under her arm bore the traditional face of a Japanese fox mask decorated with red and black paint. Her sword hung over her left shoulder with its two red tassels dangling to barely brush her shoulder.
She was ready..for the most part.
Turning towards a waitrat she offered a soft smile. "A bottle of sake and two cups please?" Nodding the rat scampered off to fill the order.
Anyone is welcome to question the kami as to what she is doing.
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Nov. 10th, 2007 05:53 pmfirstcptjack.livejournal.com[OOM: Pre-Milliways. "Then it all goes quiet.".]
One moment the plane was fire and the last thought he had was James--
And the next he's in a bar.
Confused as he way be--dead as he may be--Captain Jack Harkness is a soldier first. He wants to find someone in authority (and figure out whose side they're on. There's a war on, you know.)
One moment the plane was fire and the last thought he had was James--
And the next he's in a bar.
Confused as he way be--dead as he may be--Captain Jack Harkness is a soldier first. He wants to find someone in authority (and figure out whose side they're on. There's a war on, you know.)
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Nov. 10th, 2007 06:11 pmwill_scarlett[OOM: After a rather serious conversation about glitter, Will decides Steph needs to go to Sherwood. She learns about outlaws and stories and Sherwood. Millitimed to a few days ago.]
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Nov. 10th, 2007 06:14 pmnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comAce had woken up this morning with a plan. It was a good plan. It involved ending the day with a working TARDIS.
But then she ran into three new systems failures, and a whole new section of scorched wiring.
And then she had met Rachel, and had that fun little talk.
And then...
Ace comes into the bar, carrying a circular board. The dart board (for that is what it is) is attached to a nice stretch of unoccupied wall, and Ace begins throwing rather sharp darts at it.
Fiercely.
The narration does not suggest getting between Ace and the dart board. Unless you like impromptu body piercings, that is.
(ooc: Being dragged out to do social-type things, will be back in a few hours, and will pick up tags then! *scoots off*)
But then she ran into three new systems failures, and a whole new section of scorched wiring.
And then she had met Rachel, and had that fun little talk.
And then...
Ace comes into the bar, carrying a circular board. The dart board (for that is what it is) is attached to a nice stretch of unoccupied wall, and Ace begins throwing rather sharp darts at it.
Fiercely.
The narration does not suggest getting between Ace and the dart board. Unless you like impromptu body piercings, that is.
(ooc: Being dragged out to do social-type things, will be back in a few hours, and will pick up tags then! *scoots off*)
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Nov. 10th, 2007 06:47 pmsime-channel.livejournal.comSuzi very briefly went outside for a breath of cold, fresh air. She failed to see a stone angel. About half an hour later, bar time, she ran back in.
The good news is that she knows Ray is alright. Something won't let her remember where and when, but she'll figure that out once she's managed to pick herself up off the floor. A helpful rat scurries over with a bucket.
Psychospatial disorientation is a bitch.
The good news is that she knows Ray is alright. Something won't let her remember where and when, but she'll figure that out once she's managed to pick herself up off the floor. A helpful rat scurries over with a bucket.
Psychospatial disorientation is a bitch.
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Nov. 10th, 2007 07:33 pmostro_goth[[OOM: Teja has an irritating visitor in the forge]
Teja is in the forge again, making himself some tools that he will need if the orders keep coming; and his sign is still up: - he made certain of that. He left a note for Ryan, telling him that he is using the forge today, but will of course make way if anybody else turns up.
He hasn't seen that other smith yet, Zuko. Other than the one note he wrote, the day smith seems to be a phantom. So Teja works, quietly, making himself tools that look and feel more like what he's used to from home; and some of them are finer, for the jewellery work that he was, at a time, quite good at.
He has kept the rubber band for his hair that his visitor has given him, but otherwise has pushed that cryptic encounter from his mind. He is humming under his breath, along with the beats of his hammer, utterly immersed in his work.
Teja is in the forge again, making himself some tools that he will need if the orders keep coming; and his sign is still up: - he made certain of that. He left a note for Ryan, telling him that he is using the forge today, but will of course make way if anybody else turns up.
He hasn't seen that other smith yet, Zuko. Other than the one note he wrote, the day smith seems to be a phantom. So Teja works, quietly, making himself tools that look and feel more like what he's used to from home; and some of them are finer, for the jewellery work that he was, at a time, quite good at.
He has kept the rubber band for his hair that his visitor has given him, but otherwise has pushed that cryptic encounter from his mind. He is humming under his breath, along with the beats of his hammer, utterly immersed in his work.
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Nov. 10th, 2007 08:21 pmhis-sarah-jane.livejournal.comCelebrating with James, apparently, had not been enough. Sarah Jane comes into Milliways today with a huge smile on her face. She takes a seat at a table somewhat close to the door, where she can see anyone who might walk in and out. When a waitrat passes by, she orders a pot of green tea - it's the closest to a celebratory drink she'll allow herself right now.
This is, quite possibly, the second best news she's had in a while. Still rather recent, she had found out that she was having a daughter. And now, she's found something quite as good.
Sarah Jane Smith-Bond? Is now once again employed.
This is, quite possibly, the second best news she's had in a while. Still rather recent, she had found out that she was having a daughter. And now, she's found something quite as good.
Sarah Jane Smith-Bond? Is now once again employed.
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Nov. 10th, 2007 08:25 pmfavoriteflavors.livejournal.comFarley can be seen dancing around Milliways.
Yes, dancing.
His hands don't have a cigar, but that's because it's firmly fixed in his grin.
If you're a pretty young thing, he might just sweep you up in the dance. If you're a strapping young buck, he'll shake your hand and clap you on the back.
Ask him why.
Trust me.
Yes, dancing.
His hands don't have a cigar, but that's because it's firmly fixed in his grin.
If you're a pretty young thing, he might just sweep you up in the dance. If you're a strapping young buck, he'll shake your hand and clap you on the back.
Ask him why.
Trust me.
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Nov. 10th, 2007 08:30 pmall-in-plato.livejournal.comDigory Kirke has just given a lecture at Gonville and Caius College, Cambridge, on the subject of certain difficult manuscript readings in the text of Plato's Symposium.
When he goes to step into the train compartment to return to Oxford, the Professor discovers himself at Milliways.
When he goes to step into the train compartment to return to Oxford, the Professor discovers himself at Milliways.
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Nov. 10th, 2007 09:25 pmdr-de-silva.livejournal.com[oom: Canon update.]
How can they think it's me?
Sure, the blog is happening on the same shifts as I've been on, but I don't have time to be hanging around on a computer. When has anyone even seen me on a computer? And we're all on the same shift, it could be anyone.
Why would I humiliate myself and be horrible about the people who have been generally nicer to me than I deserve?
I'm going to get fired for something I didn't do, and nobody will care.
Toby looks a mess. Curled up in a corner, hoping that nobody can see the signs of frustrated tears, or the bruises the size of a large potato on the left side of his face.
His head throbs, and right now he doesn't care if it's concussion. Nothing could persuade him to go back into work tonight.
How can they think it's me?
Sure, the blog is happening on the same shifts as I've been on, but I don't have time to be hanging around on a computer. When has anyone even seen me on a computer? And we're all on the same shift, it could be anyone.
Why would I humiliate myself and be horrible about the people who have been generally nicer to me than I deserve?
I'm going to get fired for something I didn't do, and nobody will care.
Toby looks a mess. Curled up in a corner, hoping that nobody can see the signs of frustrated tears, or the bruises the size of a large potato on the left side of his face.
His head throbs, and right now he doesn't care if it's concussion. Nothing could persuade him to go back into work tonight.
First Entrance
Nov. 10th, 2007 09:45 pmdaylightguard.livejournal.com[ Pre-Milliways: Unfinished business is wrapped up. ]
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Anyone within a good distance of the newest arrival will be greeted with howling, the kind of howling a werewolf emits when silver nitrate is coursing through his veins.
Lucian's senses are going haywire; he's supposed to be dead, he's supposed to be at rest. And yet, he is still conscious, although he's quickly losing it. His body has still not fully transferred into Milliways from his dead state back home, and so the silver nitrate that killed him is still in the process of leaving his bloodstream.
He falls to the floor from a standing position, hands clawing desperately at thin air, features drawn, pupils dilating. Silver runs down his face, mixing with blood on its way. He's no stranger to pain, but this, this is beyond anything he's experienced before.
It doesn't exactly help that he has no idea where he is.
[ ooc; Sleep. I can has it. Thanks much for tagging, and slowtimes will ensue. ]
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Anyone within a good distance of the newest arrival will be greeted with howling, the kind of howling a werewolf emits when silver nitrate is coursing through his veins.
Lucian's senses are going haywire; he's supposed to be dead, he's supposed to be at rest. And yet, he is still conscious, although he's quickly losing it. His body has still not fully transferred into Milliways from his dead state back home, and so the silver nitrate that killed him is still in the process of leaving his bloodstream.
He falls to the floor from a standing position, hands clawing desperately at thin air, features drawn, pupils dilating. Silver runs down his face, mixing with blood on its way. He's no stranger to pain, but this, this is beyond anything he's experienced before.
It doesn't exactly help that he has no idea where he is.
[ ooc; Sleep. I can has it. Thanks much for tagging, and slowtimes will ensue. ]
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Nov. 10th, 2007 10:13 pmnight-hibiscus.livejournal.comSometimes it seems like the Thunder Plains are never going to end.
Yuna is sitting at a table by herself; if you saw her the last time she was here, there's not much else to say. It's the same, maybe a little worse. She's damp and muddy and fairly battered; her expression is composed and serene, but there's not much to be done about the mounting exhaustion.
(It's impossible to sleep; even if you get used to the thunder, you can't get used to the way Rikku screams every time she hears the thunder.)
She has a cup in front of her; it's not tea. It's rum. The cup is fairly small, but on the other hand the bottle is not.
Yuna is sitting at a table by herself; if you saw her the last time she was here, there's not much else to say. It's the same, maybe a little worse. She's damp and muddy and fairly battered; her expression is composed and serene, but there's not much to be done about the mounting exhaustion.
(It's impossible to sleep; even if you get used to the thunder, you can't get used to the way Rikku screams every time she hears the thunder.)
She has a cup in front of her; it's not tea. It's rum. The cup is fairly small, but on the other hand the bottle is not.
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Nov. 10th, 2007 11:29 pmscurlockoom:
only forgiveness will finally end this
there won't be a witness if we both fall
there's never a hero in a battle of ego
there's never a winner of the quick draw
[minor warning for npc death]
only forgiveness will finally end this
there won't be a witness if we both fall
there's never a hero in a battle of ego
there's never a winner of the quick draw
[minor warning for npc death]
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Nov. 10th, 2007 11:59 pmlostworldhunter.livejournal.com[OOM: Another day, another dollar adventure, and Marguerite's just as thrilled as always.]
The Door opens, as it's wont to do, and Lord John Roxton steps through carrying enough equipment to last five days in the wilds of the jungle and wearing a sour expression. At the sight of the bar, his expression lightens only marginally, but he does shuck off his pack and place it back in his world, along with his rifle, before closing the door.
It doesn't do to start off a five day journey with five other people in a sour mood.
The Door opens, as it's wont to do, and Lord John Roxton steps through carrying enough equipment to last five days in the wilds of the jungle and wearing a sour expression. At the sight of the bar, his expression lightens only marginally, but he does shuck off his pack and place it back in his world, along with his rifle, before closing the door.
It doesn't do to start off a five day journey with five other people in a sour mood.
