OOM: A plot in California
Nov. 21st, 2007 12:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
paladinsuitsyouBooth and Brennan are called to L.A. to investigate a body found on a murder set. It's quite the puzzler.
Nov. 21st, 2007
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Nov. 21st, 2007 01:03 ambasic_powers[OOM: From frozen White Canada comes the most surreal and polite kidnapping anyone's ever seen. ]
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Nov. 21st, 2007 01:41 ammnt_mike[OOM: It's a sad fact of life, both real and imaginary, that all good things must one day come to an end.
Which is why it saddens this narrator to say that as of this moment the bar is once again off line.
Blue-screened, if you will.
It is a bar that has, for the moment, ceased to be.
Once again orders must be placed with bar/wait staff. The same goes for the disbursement of notes, keys and other sundries.
But why? What has happened? Why has this change occurred?
Only one man knows the answer to that, and he's not talking.
But don't worry fellow readers/players/compatriots, those responsible will most assuredly be sacked.]
Which is why it saddens this narrator to say that as of this moment the bar is once again off line.
Blue-screened, if you will.
It is a bar that has, for the moment, ceased to be.
Once again orders must be placed with bar/wait staff. The same goes for the disbursement of notes, keys and other sundries.
But why? What has happened? Why has this change occurred?
Only one man knows the answer to that, and he's not talking.
But don't worry fellow readers/players/compatriots, those responsible will most assuredly be sacked.]
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Nov. 21st, 2007 03:20 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
captainryan.livejournal.com[OOM: A Door is found. FINALLY.]
Look who just came through the Door! He's grinning (no teeth, even!) at you, giving the room a quick sweep- wait, no he isn't. Instead he's closed his eyes against the sudden disorientation he's having. He puts one hand on the wall behind him, ensuring it's where he left it, and it doesn't take long until he's cracking one eye open to see if he reacts any better.
Ack, depth perception.
Look who just came through the Door! He's grinning (no teeth, even!) at you, giving the room a quick sweep- wait, no he isn't. Instead he's closed his eyes against the sudden disorientation he's having. He puts one hand on the wall behind him, ensuring it's where he left it, and it doesn't take long until he's cracking one eye open to see if he reacts any better.
Ack, depth perception.
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Nov. 21st, 2007 04:04 amgreatestgenius.livejournal.comThe pink hair might be the first visible thing about the little scientist, but that's just because she likes being short. Little Washuu, genius scientist, is prowling the bar just generally being interested in everything that's changed since her last visit. Of course, if she spots someone she's looking for, Washuu will not be deterred. Count on it.
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Nov. 21st, 2007 07:43 ambringonthewonder[OOM: When you work for the Jeffersonian Institution, you do meet the occasional VIP or celebrity. Angela likes it better when she meets them before they're dead.]
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Nov. 21st, 2007 09:55 amalorn-bear.livejournal.comBelar strolls into the bar from the back door and sets up his usual sign on the nearest table:
ANSWERING PRAYERS
BACK IN 15 MINUTES
SECURITY SHIFT BEGINS AFTER THAT
Then sits down to wait for the timer to decrement itself all the way to zero. It's been a fairly simple morning and sometimes those just call for basic routine, y'know?
ANSWERING PRAYERS
BACK IN 15 MINUTES
SECURITY SHIFT BEGINS AFTER THAT
Then sits down to wait for the timer to decrement itself all the way to zero. It's been a fairly simple morning and sometimes those just call for basic routine, y'know?
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Nov. 21st, 2007 10:54 amgone_byebye[OOM: As Antarctica approaches, Ray expresses his fears and worries to Romana.
And then, months later, the discovery of all discoveries is made.
Quotes and text from H. P. Lovecraft's At The Mountains Of Madness.]
And then, months later, the discovery of all discoveries is made.
Quotes and text from H. P. Lovecraft's At The Mountains Of Madness.]
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Nov. 21st, 2007 05:01 pmnoshameneeded.livejournal.com(Right before falling through the door...)
He's at the station, heading towards the lower platform where he can see light flashes coming from through a crack in the door and hears Branca's voice. Just as he opens the door, he trips.
"Shit."
He's expecting a far more painful fall down concrete steps as apposed to the flat wood floor he lands on, so it's quite a surprise. It's even more of a surprise when he finally raises his head and sees the bar he's landed in.
As he rises to his feet, his hand goes to his head, checking for any bleeding or bumps. Anything that might suggest this delusion is due to some serious head trauma. However, there's nothing but an ache in his knee from the fall. His mind is trying to work this out. Maybe another dream? It feels real though. What then? Has he gone insane again?
He's at the station, heading towards the lower platform where he can see light flashes coming from through a crack in the door and hears Branca's voice. Just as he opens the door, he trips.
"Shit."
He's expecting a far more painful fall down concrete steps as apposed to the flat wood floor he lands on, so it's quite a surprise. It's even more of a surprise when he finally raises his head and sees the bar he's landed in.
As he rises to his feet, his hand goes to his head, checking for any bleeding or bumps. Anything that might suggest this delusion is due to some serious head trauma. However, there's nothing but an ache in his knee from the fall. His mind is trying to work this out. Maybe another dream? It feels real though. What then? Has he gone insane again?
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Nov. 21st, 2007 05:13 pmguppy_sandhuToday, a selection of yummy berries of various descriptions is among the drinks and snacks arranged on the table between the circle of chairs.
The biscuits are still there, obviously.
Just Guppy this week; Miniver is otherwise occupied.
Two signs.
LIFE SUPPORT
Open to all
And on the table, later to go on the notice board.
I'm rubbish at HTML so fill the spaceWinter Solstice
Life Support Christmas/Hogswatch/^Insert winter celebration of choice Party!
Life Support will be running a special session on Tuesday 25th December, to which any and all are welcome, regardless of whether they celebrate a specific holiday or not.
Free lunch!
Whilst we will happily accommodate people who turn up on the day, it would be helpful to have an idea of how much food to get. If you know you would like to join us on that day, please fill in one of the sign-up slips ( below: )
The biscuits are still there, obviously.
Just Guppy this week; Miniver is otherwise occupied.
Two signs.
LIFE SUPPORT
Open to all
And on the table, later to go on the notice board.
I'm rubbish at HTML so fill the spaceWinter Solstice
Life Support Christmas/Hogswatch/^Insert winter celebration of choice Party!
Life Support will be running a special session on Tuesday 25th December, to which any and all are welcome, regardless of whether they celebrate a specific holiday or not.
Free lunch!
Whilst we will happily accommodate people who turn up on the day, it would be helpful to have an idea of how much food to get. If you know you would like to join us on that day, please fill in one of the sign-up slips ( below: )
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Nov. 21st, 2007 05:17 pmour-janine.livejournal.comAfter some muffled gabbling behind the door, Janine opens it, and stands there staring at the Bar.
After a minute or so, she says, with an obvious Northern English accent: "Oh no, wha' am I gonna do now?"
Come introduce yourself to her, though be warned, she's very chatty.
After a minute or so, she says, with an obvious Northern English accent: "Oh no, wha' am I gonna do now?"
Come introduce yourself to her, though be warned, she's very chatty.
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Nov. 21st, 2007 06:04 pmdust-to-order.livejournal.comSooraya still doesn't understand why the Bar or any magical place wants her, but after opening and closing the 'grocery store' door several times trying to make it stop being Milliways?
She gave up and came back in. She knows when she's outmatched...
which, yes, is pretty much 99.9% of the time. When you're six, you don't have
a lot of winning arguments.
She's in her earlier booth, half asleep and watching the waitrats and customers.
Botherable.
She gave up and came back in. She knows when she's outmatched...
which, yes, is pretty much 99.9% of the time. When you're six, you don't have
a lot of winning arguments.
She's in her earlier booth, half asleep and watching the waitrats and customers.
Botherable.
paladinsuitsyouBooth got into this business to catch bad guys. He didn't get in it to break bad news to relatives, but he doesn't have a lot of choice. It's just one of those things that needs to be done.
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Nov. 21st, 2007 08:32 pmfeminine-menace.livejournal.com[OOC: Millitimed to this morning. If you want to tag Seimei and your pup has magical powers and/or is of Southeast Asian origin, please ping me first.]
YT left her psych textbook down here last night. It was all Max's fault. To be fair, Max was more than worth the hassle of having to search for her textbook...but maybe not of losing it, if it comes to that. She could normally ask the Bar for it, but the Bar's not exactly able to do special requests right now. The waitrats don't seem to know where it is. Maybe someone walked off with it? But who'd steal a used psych textbook?
Some assistance, or a distraction from YT's rapidly increasing frustration, would be welcome.
***
Contrary to his icons, Abe no Seimei is dressed in black pants and a black blazer over a white shirt. His hair, not (at the moment) covered by that ridiculous but sometimes obligatory priest hat, is rumpled in a just-got-out-of-bed sort of way.
He has an empty bowl of oatmeal at one elbow, a half-full mug of tea at the other, and a laptop in front of him. On the screen is a digital scan of a Japanese manuscript written roughly five centuries ago. He seems to be studying it intensely.
The onmyoji has been at this for a while, and could probably do with a break - but he's not going to take one without someone else interrupting him.
YT left her psych textbook down here last night. It was all Max's fault. To be fair, Max was more than worth the hassle of having to search for her textbook...but maybe not of losing it, if it comes to that. She could normally ask the Bar for it, but the Bar's not exactly able to do special requests right now. The waitrats don't seem to know where it is. Maybe someone walked off with it? But who'd steal a used psych textbook?
Some assistance, or a distraction from YT's rapidly increasing frustration, would be welcome.
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He has an empty bowl of oatmeal at one elbow, a half-full mug of tea at the other, and a laptop in front of him. On the screen is a digital scan of a Japanese manuscript written roughly five centuries ago. He seems to be studying it intensely.
The onmyoji has been at this for a while, and could probably do with a break - but he's not going to take one without someone else interrupting him.
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Nov. 21st, 2007 08:53 pmwill_scarlettWill still has Kate's American history textbook and finds the Puritans rather confusing, but mulled wine and chips are quite good.
Also the Bar is quiet so he's been able to snag the couch and sprawl out comfortably.
Also the Bar is quiet so he's been able to snag the couch and sprawl out comfortably.
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Nov. 21st, 2007 09:04 pmroyalty-dahling.livejournal.comDahlia Malloy does not love Thanksgiving. It's just a stupid, buffer holiday that's never included her family, before, anyway - and now she's having to make a veritable feast for it, just so the neighbors won't be thrown off by them. As if just getting a normal dinner prepared night to night wasn't enough of a strain on her cooking skills.
Anyone around as she comes in, wielding a thick cookbook that, from the looks of things, has recently received a lot of abuse, will hear about this particular dislike of hers. Especially since she doesn't bat an eye as Milliways appears, just heading straight for the bar.
"If I have to mash one more potato, I swear I'm going to...!"
Anyone around as she comes in, wielding a thick cookbook that, from the looks of things, has recently received a lot of abuse, will hear about this particular dislike of hers. Especially since she doesn't bat an eye as Milliways appears, just heading straight for the bar.
"If I have to mash one more potato, I swear I'm going to...!"
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Nov. 21st, 2007 09:13 pmcandied-rabbit.livejournal.comMomiji came down, earlier, to an interesting sight: the Bar seemingly not serving, once again, the rest of the early morning patrons...and, across the way a little, his door. He had to blink and rub his eyes at that, but, when he'd finished, he promptly scampered off, verifying that it was, in fact, both his and unlocked.
It's really all he can do to stop himself from just bolting off back into his world - that little, tiny bit of responsibility that he has nestled inside his soul reminds him that he has at least a bit of unfinished business to take care of, first.
Which might explain why he's at a booth, tonight, pulling out all of his school books and supplies to make sure they're still there, his copied pages for Ravin and the book he'd copied them from off to the side. All in all, he's practically humming with energy - more than usual, even.
Grab him if you want him, Milliways. He has plans to bound back into his world, find everyone he knows, and not let go of them until they have to have air. It might take a while.
It's really all he can do to stop himself from just bolting off back into his world - that little, tiny bit of responsibility that he has nestled inside his soul reminds him that he has at least a bit of unfinished business to take care of, first.
Which might explain why he's at a booth, tonight, pulling out all of his school books and supplies to make sure they're still there, his copied pages for Ravin and the book he'd copied them from off to the side. All in all, he's practically humming with energy - more than usual, even.
Grab him if you want him, Milliways. He has plans to bound back into his world, find everyone he knows, and not let go of them until they have to have air. It might take a while.
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Nov. 21st, 2007 09:14 pmnotascreensaverThe Game sprite is quiet this evening; she's claimed one of the couches for herself and sits with her legs curled underneath her, and her hands are wrapped around a mug of Java.
Her subdued state is partly due to young Enzo's recent departure. An energetic child has a strong presence, and an equally strong absence. She's found herself missing the young sprite fiercely, and she's both amused and perturbed by it.
She's also worried. She hasn't seen Bob in cycles. Dot hasn't said anything, but she's been quiet and tense, and AndrAIa can tell something is up.
Some conversation will do her some good.
Her subdued state is partly due to young Enzo's recent departure. An energetic child has a strong presence, and an equally strong absence. She's found herself missing the young sprite fiercely, and she's both amused and perturbed by it.
She's also worried. She hasn't seen Bob in cycles. Dot hasn't said anything, but she's been quiet and tense, and AndrAIa can tell something is up.
Some conversation will do her some good.
First Entrance
Nov. 21st, 2007 10:00 pmroger-ratcliff.livejournal.comLife was good.
The sky was blue, the clouds were pure white, the grass was green, the leaves were gold and red, and Roger Ratcliff was as happy as anyone possibly could be while taking his dog on a walk.
That is, until he discovered that his house wasn't a house anymore.
"Well, hallo there."
Right by the front door of the bar is a rather befuddled man, dressed in a smart brown suit and shoes of the same colour, a black hat perched on his light brown, almost blonde hair. A red leash is clutched in his right hand, and on the other end is an equally confused adult dalmatian.
"Pongo, old boy, I think we've gone through the wrong door."
The last two words are enunciated very carefully, as he's having trouble believing what he's seeing around him.
Pongo offers a rather apathetic bark, staying as close to Roger's legs without tripping him as possible.
The sky was blue, the clouds were pure white, the grass was green, the leaves were gold and red, and Roger Ratcliff was as happy as anyone possibly could be while taking his dog on a walk.
That is, until he discovered that his house wasn't a house anymore.
"Well, hallo there."
Right by the front door of the bar is a rather befuddled man, dressed in a smart brown suit and shoes of the same colour, a black hat perched on his light brown, almost blonde hair. A red leash is clutched in his right hand, and on the other end is an equally confused adult dalmatian.
"Pongo, old boy, I think we've gone through the wrong door."
The last two words are enunciated very carefully, as he's having trouble believing what he's seeing around him.
Pongo offers a rather apathetic bark, staying as close to Roger's legs without tripping him as possible.
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Nov. 21st, 2007 10:31 pmswishystjames.livejournal.comAfter a few days of doing nothing, Marc realized that he still had to redesign his room.
As a result, he's now out and about, sitting in a booth with a bunch of little coloured tiles laid out on the table in front of him. There's also a stack of little squares that seem to be cut out of planks of wood of all different textures and colours, as well as a large array of furniture magazines.
Botherable, although, if you don't like being asked your opinion on what colours or items would look best, it may not be the best idea in the world to bother him.
[ ooc; Sleepety-sleep time. Thanks all for tagging, will pick tags up tomorrow. ]
As a result, he's now out and about, sitting in a booth with a bunch of little coloured tiles laid out on the table in front of him. There's also a stack of little squares that seem to be cut out of planks of wood of all different textures and colours, as well as a large array of furniture magazines.
Botherable, although, if you don't like being asked your opinion on what colours or items would look best, it may not be the best idea in the world to bother him.
[ ooc; Sleepety-sleep time. Thanks all for tagging, will pick tags up tomorrow. ]
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Nov. 21st, 2007 10:35 pmforced-pilgrim.livejournal.comMonkey stands by the lake, the mountains painted on the sky behind him, his staff planted in the earth and expanded to a towering height. A pennant-shaped golden flag snaps in the brisk chilly wind.
Today is a great day for adventure! Today is a bad day to wander too close to Monkey.
People in the first few rows will get karmically re-aligned. Do not taunt the Buddha Victorious-in-Strife. No substitutions, replacements or refunds.
Today is a great day for adventure! Today is a bad day to wander too close to Monkey.
People in the first few rows will get karmically re-aligned. Do not taunt the Buddha Victorious-in-Strife. No substitutions, replacements or refunds.
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Nov. 21st, 2007 11:09 pmdestroy_restart[[OOM: Tower and Miho witness the death of a bishop. And do some recreational mayhem. Warning for not-very-graphic blood and violence!]]
The door opens, and two figures come in, with cloaks and swords, spattered with lots of mud and a bit of blood.
"... just imagine the sort of stability he would have brought to that time, had he lived," Tower says. "Your modern age might have had trouble dawning in time!" He smoothly, effortlessly exchanges his mud-spattered cloak and sword for a tailored jacket and a big cigar.
The smaller figure says nothing, because she is Miho. Also, there is more blood on her cloak, and her sword is real.
"Let's have a drink before we get you a shower, huh? Nothing like an after-work scotch," Tower suggests.
Miho nods, smiling, and a waitrat brings their drinks without having to be told.
[[OOC: Two muns, two pups! Say in your tag who you want. Also, if you tag Tower for the first time, please read his user info first!]]
The door opens, and two figures come in, with cloaks and swords, spattered with lots of mud and a bit of blood.
"... just imagine the sort of stability he would have brought to that time, had he lived," Tower says. "Your modern age might have had trouble dawning in time!" He smoothly, effortlessly exchanges his mud-spattered cloak and sword for a tailored jacket and a big cigar.
The smaller figure says nothing, because she is Miho. Also, there is more blood on her cloak, and her sword is real.
"Let's have a drink before we get you a shower, huh? Nothing like an after-work scotch," Tower suggests.
Miho nods, smiling, and a waitrat brings their drinks without having to be told.
[[OOC: Two muns, two pups! Say in your tag who you want. Also, if you tag Tower for the first time, please read his user info first!]]
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Nov. 21st, 2007 11:32 pmostro_gothTeja is by the fireplace again, poring over that large book he has about Japanese sword-making.
By now, he is making headway with the steel-folding. It will be another week or so until there are enough layers, but it is working.
Today, he is reading about hardening the edge with clay.
He has a cup of tea, and is alert to the things and people around him while he reads. The mottled waitrat, just to be silly (and maybe to get some sort of revenge because Teja is known to consort with cats) tries to put sugar in his tea, but whenever the creature sneaks by, Teja casually put a hand over the mug.
Foiled again.
Now, that clay...
By now, he is making headway with the steel-folding. It will be another week or so until there are enough layers, but it is working.
Today, he is reading about hardening the edge with clay.
He has a cup of tea, and is alert to the things and people around him while he reads. The mottled waitrat, just to be silly (and maybe to get some sort of revenge because Teja is known to consort with cats) tries to put sugar in his tea, but whenever the creature sneaks by, Teja casually put a hand over the mug.
Foiled again.
Now, that clay...
