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stuck-mynock.livejournal.com[OOMs: In which there is hasty infiltration that eventually results in some some problems. By the end of it, Atton is back where he started.]
Nov. 26th, 2007
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Nov. 26th, 2007 01:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oneman_onevote[OOM: Millitimed to... Oh, back when Lilly was still missing in Scotland somewhere. About that far back.
Puck and Havelock catch up on events in Ankh-Morpork, Havelock absolutely does not pimp Puck out as an escort fae, and Aria and Adrian are undismayed by the intrigue and oblique discussion of attempted murder. What good children.]
Puck and Havelock catch up on events in Ankh-Morpork, Havelock absolutely does not pimp Puck out as an escort fae, and Aria and Adrian are undismayed by the intrigue and oblique discussion of attempted murder. What good children.]
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Nov. 26th, 2007 01:45 amroadhouse-ellen.livejournal.com[OOM: Way before any of this happened -- four months before, to be exact -- John Winchester got a phone call.]
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Nov. 26th, 2007 02:30 amweeper-of-blood.livejournal.comThere's a booth occupied by an extremely tetchy mathematician who's left leg has a serious case of the jitters. It might have something to do with the inhaler he's been taking far too frequently, but luckily he's now onto cigarettes.
Today, like every other day, he's got issues with the whole of the Bar, if the permanent glare didn't make that point obvious enough.
Today, like every other day, he's got issues with the whole of the Bar, if the permanent glare didn't make that point obvious enough.
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Nov. 26th, 2007 02:57 amcaptainryan.livejournal.com[OOM: Teja learns first-hand why all the sane patrons stay inside when the full moon rides the sky.]
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Nov. 26th, 2007 05:21 amvisible_sarielHere's someone who hasn't been seen all that often lately.
Sariel comes in, looking a little tired and more than a little bit pensive. She's in uniform, which very probably means she's literally just walked off the bridge. From her expression, it's been if not a bad night, then at least not a particularly good one; bad patches are going to happen, helpful work or otherwise. A hand trailed silently over Bar's surface yields a steaming mug of lavender tea; Sariel blinks several times as the meaning behind this sets in. Then the worst of the tension in her expression eases, and if her smile down at Bar is a small one, that doesn't mean it isn't genuine. "Welcome back. You've been missed."
Her answer comes in the form of a pair of deep blue fruit which are clearly alien in origin. Sariel chuckles, then picks them up in one hand and the mug in the other and heads for a table.
feel free and join her. She promises not to project doom at you. ... Well, much.
Sariel comes in, looking a little tired and more than a little bit pensive. She's in uniform, which very probably means she's literally just walked off the bridge. From her expression, it's been if not a bad night, then at least not a particularly good one; bad patches are going to happen, helpful work or otherwise. A hand trailed silently over Bar's surface yields a steaming mug of lavender tea; Sariel blinks several times as the meaning behind this sets in. Then the worst of the tension in her expression eases, and if her smile down at Bar is a small one, that doesn't mean it isn't genuine. "Welcome back. You've been missed."
Her answer comes in the form of a pair of deep blue fruit which are clearly alien in origin. Sariel chuckles, then picks them up in one hand and the mug in the other and heads for a table.
feel free and join her. She promises not to project doom at you. ... Well, much.
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Nov. 26th, 2007 06:31 amellectricalWhen the woman enters, she's already in a hurry, so much so that she barely looks up when she walks through the door. Her eyes are focused on her cellphone as she dials, but she has to stop when quite suddenly the phone isn't getting any service.
It's then that she stops, and looks around to find herself in a place that doesn't look like any room of the facility she knows, and she's certain there is no room in the facility that looks like bar, as nice as that would be.
Still, while surprised, she doesn't look exactly... confused by this - there were any number of things she could think of that could cause bars to suddenly appear, and a part of her just doesn't need a reasoning behind it - for the moment, she's been distracted from her work.
And so her expression goes from uncertainty to something like bemusement as she looks around the place.
It's then that she stops, and looks around to find herself in a place that doesn't look like any room of the facility she knows, and she's certain there is no room in the facility that looks like bar, as nice as that would be.
Still, while surprised, she doesn't look exactly... confused by this - there were any number of things she could think of that could cause bars to suddenly appear, and a part of her just doesn't need a reasoning behind it - for the moment, she's been distracted from her work.
And so her expression goes from uncertainty to something like bemusement as she looks around the place.
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Nov. 26th, 2007 06:48 amdead_hooker_2[OOM: In light of recent events and interviews, Trina decides to check in with her brother.]
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Nov. 26th, 2007 06:56 amhaven-in-books.livejournal.comRose hates sitting idle, unless she has something to concentrate on.
When two days passed with no sign of her door, she asked Bar for a copy of one of her schoolbooks. By pure chance, she had her wand with her, but nothing else from school.
Bar, instead, gave her a note explaining about the library's existence. Rose spent a number of happy hours up there.
She took a few books out with her. Now, she's downstairs, reading and with a cup of hot chocolate. Company's welcome.
When two days passed with no sign of her door, she asked Bar for a copy of one of her schoolbooks. By pure chance, she had her wand with her, but nothing else from school.
Bar, instead, gave her a note explaining about the library's existence. Rose spent a number of happy hours up there.
She took a few books out with her. Now, she's downstairs, reading and with a cup of hot chocolate. Company's welcome.
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Nov. 26th, 2007 08:23 ammendanddefend_archiveSleeping in a bed is a Very Good Thing, Bob has decided. The fact that that bed also contained his fiancé just made it even better.
Now he's seated at a table, working his way through a breakfast large enough to feed a small army. The giddy excitement of last night has wound down to a profound sense of well-being. God damn but it's good to be back here.
[ooc:Out to lunch, will pick up tags in an hour or thereabouts. Back!]
Now he's seated at a table, working his way through a breakfast large enough to feed a small army. The giddy excitement of last night has wound down to a profound sense of well-being. God damn but it's good to be back here.
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Nov. 26th, 2007 09:09 amfutures_of_ashThere was a barefooted red-head in spandex on a table. Sitting squarely in the middle to be precise. Her hair was the color of embers and flame, though no hint of such flickered in her hair today. Her eyes were emerald, and rather focused on the project in front of her...
...which was knitting of all things. She had several inches of deep blue knitting done, and a ball of yarn that had rolled to the far edges of the Bar in blithe disregard of knotting or tangling potential.
[Slowtime in effect!]
...which was knitting of all things. She had several inches of deep blue knitting done, and a ball of yarn that had rolled to the far edges of the Bar in blithe disregard of knotting or tangling potential.
[Slowtime in effect!]
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Nov. 26th, 2007 10:04 amtwoeyesonthesky.livejournal.comQuinn stayed at Milliways last night; he had a feeling that going home to pick up the things he wanted to hand around was probably the last time he'd be able to come and go as he pleased. There are still people he needs to talk to, and things he wants to do, before going home for however long the door isn't going to appear. Right now, he's seated at one of the tables near the fire, looking a good deal more relaxed than he ever has before in his time at Milliways.
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Nov. 26th, 2007 10:12 amgone_byebyeLast night's sleep upstairs wasn't so great. One nightmare, three unexplained awakenings. Bleah. Ray gave up on trying to sleep again after the third one, got out his wooden practice sword, and spent the rest of the time until morning going through the solo forms. He's downstairs now in the main bar in his Mr. Stay-Puft slippers and company T-shirt and cargoes.
His bowl of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs is largely neglected in favor of a mind-bogglingly complicated set of equations floating in the air above his holocomputer. They're the equations he scribbled all over his walls and his ceiling during a truly epic bout of celebratory drunkenness with Garion last year- well, last year by local standards. By his standards he did it seventy-five years ago. It's just that he dimly remembered being told by Terrorsaur that these equations were just barely the basic foundation of a mathematical understanding of hyperspace technology, and after the universe he's just been in, non-Euclidean mathematics have suddenly become a lot more important to comprehend. So if you see a fuzzy-headed geek in a Ghostbusters T-shirt manipulating equations in midair and generally looking as if mainlining caffeine straight into one of his blood vessels might be a good idea, be careful how you interrupt him. Math can be weirdly captivating sometimes.
His bowl of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs is largely neglected in favor of a mind-bogglingly complicated set of equations floating in the air above his holocomputer. They're the equations he scribbled all over his walls and his ceiling during a truly epic bout of celebratory drunkenness with Garion last year- well, last year by local standards. By his standards he did it seventy-five years ago. It's just that he dimly remembered being told by Terrorsaur that these equations were just barely the basic foundation of a mathematical understanding of hyperspace technology, and after the universe he's just been in, non-Euclidean mathematics have suddenly become a lot more important to comprehend. So if you see a fuzzy-headed geek in a Ghostbusters T-shirt manipulating equations in midair and generally looking as if mainlining caffeine straight into one of his blood vessels might be a good idea, be careful how you interrupt him. Math can be weirdly captivating sometimes.
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Nov. 26th, 2007 12:46 pmhis-sarah-jane.livejournal.comIt's been two days since the fight. It's been two days since she last saw James. Not that Sarah Jane would tell you any of that if you saw her. So far, she's been keeping it to herself. Going through the motions is so much easier than dealing with reality.
To be honest, she doesn't know why she wandered in here shortly after waking up back home. Maybe it was the overwhelming desire for fresh air. It's still far too chilly in London for a proper walk. Maybe it's to be surrounded by people.
Either way, Sarah Jane is outside, walking about with an uneaten apple in her hand.
These past two days, she hasn't had much of an appetite either.
To be honest, she doesn't know why she wandered in here shortly after waking up back home. Maybe it was the overwhelming desire for fresh air. It's still far too chilly in London for a proper walk. Maybe it's to be surrounded by people.
Either way, Sarah Jane is outside, walking about with an uneaten apple in her hand.
These past two days, she hasn't had much of an appetite either.
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Nov. 26th, 2007 01:27 pmnot-toothfairy.livejournal.com[OOM: After Bob.]
One of the parts of Milliways Bar that most patrons never see is the garage. There's no real reason for most of them to even be aware that it exists, since, well, there's no real reason for most of them to arrive here with cars. Once in a while, though, that changes. This is one of those onces.
There's a sound not unlike the THX Sound being played backwards as a door slides open in a well-secured and otherwise utterly unremarkable part of the Bar. The black-and-grey machine that steps out stands something like six and a half feet tall, at most, but has the kind of build that suggests something very, very much bigger indeed. As the door slides closed behind, its head turns to take in the entirety of the space around it.
"Huh," grunts Ironhide, one optic shutter slanting in an approximation of a raised eyebrow.
One of the parts of Milliways Bar that most patrons never see is the garage. There's no real reason for most of them to even be aware that it exists, since, well, there's no real reason for most of them to arrive here with cars. Once in a while, though, that changes. This is one of those onces.
There's a sound not unlike the THX Sound being played backwards as a door slides open in a well-secured and otherwise utterly unremarkable part of the Bar. The black-and-grey machine that steps out stands something like six and a half feet tall, at most, but has the kind of build that suggests something very, very much bigger indeed. As the door slides closed behind, its head turns to take in the entirety of the space around it.
"Huh," grunts Ironhide, one optic shutter slanting in an approximation of a raised eyebrow.
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Nov. 26th, 2007 02:09 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy wanders in, putting down a parcel and getting a cup of tea from Bar. She gives him a fairy cake, and he grins, thanking her, before sitting down.
Then, carefully, he opens the box. Since the False Teeth incident he's been a little wary of things his grandmother packs up. Though it seems safe enough so far. A box of rock cakes, a tea cosy shaped like a bunny, some socks with bunnies on... he cringes as his hand touches something slimy, and lifts out a stowaway slug. He puts that back in for release at home and pulls out the last item, which appears to be a pair of mittens with bunnies on.
He smiles, satisfied that nothing in the box is going to explode or imminantly die.
Then, carefully, he opens the box. Since the False Teeth incident he's been a little wary of things his grandmother packs up. Though it seems safe enough so far. A box of rock cakes, a tea cosy shaped like a bunny, some socks with bunnies on... he cringes as his hand touches something slimy, and lifts out a stowaway slug. He puts that back in for release at home and pulls out the last item, which appears to be a pair of mittens with bunnies on.
He smiles, satisfied that nothing in the box is going to explode or imminantly die.
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Nov. 26th, 2007 04:00 pmlatino_menaceRamon's had a lot on his mind lately, not that he'll probably admit it. It does explain the rather distant look on his face though, as he toys with a tequila in his booth.
Distractions may or may not be welcome, depending on what he thinks of you. But that shouldn't be a deterrent to anyone wanting to talk to him.
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Nov. 26th, 2007 06:10 pmfuriousmaximus.livejournal.comMax thought that Milliways was great. Real beds, long baths, plenty of alcohol, and no shortage of extremely attractive women made it a drastic improvement over camp conditions. The fact that he didn't have newly minted sub-tribunes asking him about supplies or duty rosters or any number of other vital-but-annoying things only made it better.
He was a bit hesitant to leave since the way things were shaping up back home this would probably be the last chance he'd get at any real amenities for the next year or two. So, for now, he was leaning back agsinst the bar with a large glass of ale, watching (and appreciating when the opportunity presented itself) the other patrons.
He was a bit hesitant to leave since the way things were shaping up back home this would probably be the last chance he'd get at any real amenities for the next year or two. So, for now, he was leaning back agsinst the bar with a large glass of ale, watching (and appreciating when the opportunity presented itself) the other patrons.
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Nov. 26th, 2007 07:24 pmscurlock[OOM: In which the boys find out some bad news, a fight breaks out, and while some things have changed in New Mexico, some things and some towns stay the same.]
When Doc steps into the bar, at first he's not paying attention. Until he realises that this is Milliways, not the...rooming establishment...
...oh hell, not the whorehouse he'd been walking into. "Well, damn. So much for that idea."
Then again, at least when he decided to leave again, he'd be walking into a virtual heaven on earth, with the way Lady Jane had been grinnin' at all them boys...yeah, leaving Milliways won't be quite so hard next time.
He clears his throat and his mind of that, however, as this is not the time or place, checks out back and notes the fact that it's cold, and decides that he'll check into the stables in the morning.
Doc can be found sitting at the bar -- which thank the Lord on high works proper again -- with a cup of coffee. And a pizza. Hawaiian style. Feel free to come poke him to ensure he's really back, as it has been nearly three weeks, or steal a piece of the pie so to speak. There's plenty to go around.
OOC: Am not in crackchat, but I am around. Grabbing a quick bite to eat and I'll be here for hours.
When Doc steps into the bar, at first he's not paying attention. Until he realises that this is Milliways, not the...rooming establishment...
...oh hell, not the whorehouse he'd been walking into. "Well, damn. So much for that idea."
Then again, at least when he decided to leave again, he'd be walking into a virtual heaven on earth, with the way Lady Jane had been grinnin' at all them boys...yeah, leaving Milliways won't be quite so hard next time.
He clears his throat and his mind of that, however, as this is not the time or place, checks out back and notes the fact that it's cold, and decides that he'll check into the stables in the morning.
Doc can be found sitting at the bar -- which thank the Lord on high works proper again -- with a cup of coffee. And a pizza. Hawaiian style. Feel free to come poke him to ensure he's really back, as it has been nearly three weeks, or steal a piece of the pie so to speak. There's plenty to go around.
OOC: Am not in crackchat, but I am around. Grabbing a quick bite to eat and I'll be here for hours.
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Nov. 26th, 2007 07:31 pmhatchingviper.livejournal.comYou know what happens when you take a mind oriented to creating new things, transition it to a mindset of taking things apart, and then give it the task of developing viable new life forms for the beautiful world you have planned?
You have a mind that muses for a time on other structures for the gill and then wonders, I wonder if I can create a life form that reproduces by exploding.
Having sadly ruled out the larger members of the animal kingdom for this, he's now outside mixing small amounts of chemicals and seeing how much heat they throw off. He's looking for something that's nearly heatless; it would be rather embarassing if you kept burning down rainforests because your beetles kept detonating in the leaves.
This is Wesker being good, come on.
((OOC: Warning if this bothers you: this EP now contains fictitious violence to demon bunnies. *facepalm*))
You have a mind that muses for a time on other structures for the gill and then wonders, I wonder if I can create a life form that reproduces by exploding.
Having sadly ruled out the larger members of the animal kingdom for this, he's now outside mixing small amounts of chemicals and seeing how much heat they throw off. He's looking for something that's nearly heatless; it would be rather embarassing if you kept burning down rainforests because your beetles kept detonating in the leaves.
This is Wesker being good, come on.
((OOC: Warning if this bothers you: this EP now contains fictitious violence to demon bunnies. *facepalm*))
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Nov. 26th, 2007 08:05 pmnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comThere is an Ace by the fire, with many, many lists.
Santa ain't got nothin' on her, buddy. This girl is organized.
You have to be, with most of time and space to shop in. If you thought getting through the mall takes forever, imagine how long she could be out there, randomly wandering.
Now.
If only she could decide what to get everyone.
(ooc: Sadly today has been a brain-abusing day, and I'm crashing early. I'll pick up tags tomorrow!)
Santa ain't got nothin' on her, buddy. This girl is organized.
You have to be, with most of time and space to shop in. If you thought getting through the mall takes forever, imagine how long she could be out there, randomly wandering.
Now.
If only she could decide what to get everyone.
(ooc: Sadly today has been a brain-abusing day, and I'm crashing early. I'll pick up tags tomorrow!)
Happy Hour
Nov. 26th, 2007 08:33 pmcollects_earsEnter bartender, stage left.
Wether or not he exits pursued by a bear? Well that remains to be seen.
"Tonight's drinks are: Cold Shower, Cool Coco, Cough Syrup and Rainy Night."
Specials are loosely themed.
"What'll it be?"
Wether or not he exits pursued by a bear? Well that remains to be seen.
"Tonight's drinks are: Cold Shower, Cool Coco, Cough Syrup and Rainy Night."
Specials are loosely themed.
"What'll it be?"
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Nov. 26th, 2007 08:38 pmwill_scarlettAfter Atton's note and helping Guppy, Will came back downstairs ordered a bottle of whiskey and found a booth.
He wishes that it wasn't winter since he'd quite like to hit something very hard, for now he'll drink and watch the door. Bloody, stupid Atton.
He wishes that it wasn't winter since he'd quite like to hit something very hard, for now he'll drink and watch the door. Bloody, stupid Atton.
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Nov. 26th, 2007 08:40 pmostro_gothLast night had been rather a debacle.
Wolfmen - werewolves - were men that turned into wolf-like monsters at full moon, and very real, and very dangerous. One had tried to eat Teja, and would have done so had there not been another there, less wolfish if taller, that had either been territorial or in fact defending the human. Teja had spent the night in the forge, by the forge-fire, doors barred and axe on his knees, even though he knew it would be pitifully inadequate against these monsters. There had been more snarls, then brief, strange whines, then silence. All other howls that night had been further off, and different.
Everybody had warned him; that golden-eyed lady had even warned him against the bad philosophy of feeling secure in his doubt and denial. Fearlessness had slipped into hubris at some point, and he hadn't even noticed. He is no longer in his own time and place where he knew what was real, at least as well as any other man.
This is uncharted territory, and Teja has made the mistake of trying to fit it to his own maps, and not the other way around.
***
It is morning now, and Teja has unbarred the forge door and collected the abandoned water buckets. He's gone up to the tavern itself and ordered tea and cheese and bread for breakfast. Tearing the bread apart slowly, and sipping his half-cold tea at great intervals, Teja sits by the fire and ponders the consequences.
Some are easy - like not going out after dark on the nights of the werewolves again. Like making himself a dagger of folded silver and bronze before the next full moon, just in case. Like admitting that he had been wrong, had been attacked, and had been entirely at fault for it, if it came up -- for what kind of hollow pride cannot admit that it has mad a mistake?
Some are difficult. Like, adjusting his philosophy and world-view in a way that such mistakes, endangering himself and others - the grey wolfman! - won't happen again. That will require much thought.-
Wolfmen - werewolves - were men that turned into wolf-like monsters at full moon, and very real, and very dangerous. One had tried to eat Teja, and would have done so had there not been another there, less wolfish if taller, that had either been territorial or in fact defending the human. Teja had spent the night in the forge, by the forge-fire, doors barred and axe on his knees, even though he knew it would be pitifully inadequate against these monsters. There had been more snarls, then brief, strange whines, then silence. All other howls that night had been further off, and different.
Everybody had warned him; that golden-eyed lady had even warned him against the bad philosophy of feeling secure in his doubt and denial. Fearlessness had slipped into hubris at some point, and he hadn't even noticed. He is no longer in his own time and place where he knew what was real, at least as well as any other man.
This is uncharted territory, and Teja has made the mistake of trying to fit it to his own maps, and not the other way around.
***
It is morning now, and Teja has unbarred the forge door and collected the abandoned water buckets. He's gone up to the tavern itself and ordered tea and cheese and bread for breakfast. Tearing the bread apart slowly, and sipping his half-cold tea at great intervals, Teja sits by the fire and ponders the consequences.
Some are easy - like not going out after dark on the nights of the werewolves again. Like making himself a dagger of folded silver and bronze before the next full moon, just in case. Like admitting that he had been wrong, had been attacked, and had been entirely at fault for it, if it came up -- for what kind of hollow pride cannot admit that it has mad a mistake?
Some are difficult. Like, adjusting his philosophy and world-view in a way that such mistakes, endangering himself and others - the grey wolfman! - won't happen again. That will require much thought.-
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Nov. 26th, 2007 08:47 pmjules-hilbert.livejournal.comJules has taken full advantage of the resources of the Bar, and has built himself something of a fortress out of books in one of the booths.
He's got a mug of hot chocolate, which he is being very careful not to spill on the books, and generally looks about as happy as a pea in the pod.
His current book of choice? Charles Dickens' Bleak House.
Stop by if any of his books strike your fancy.
He's got a mug of hot chocolate, which he is being very careful not to spill on the books, and generally looks about as happy as a pea in the pod.
His current book of choice? Charles Dickens' Bleak House.
Stop by if any of his books strike your fancy.
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Nov. 26th, 2007 08:51 pmdaylightguard.livejournal.comLucian is, if nothing else, quite tired.
He's taken up residence in a booth, thoroughly enjoying his present company, which consists of a cup of tea. He looks slighter gaunter than usual, and more than a little more wary.
What with territorial fights and Dreams, he'd quite appreciate some relatively normal company.
[ ooc; Sleep calls. Thanks to everyone who tagged, I'll pick up tomorrow! ]
He's taken up residence in a booth, thoroughly enjoying his present company, which consists of a cup of tea. He looks slighter gaunter than usual, and more than a little more wary.
What with territorial fights and Dreams, he'd quite appreciate some relatively normal company.
[ ooc; Sleep calls. Thanks to everyone who tagged, I'll pick up tomorrow! ]
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Nov. 26th, 2007 08:57 pmmadolyn-madden.livejournal.comMadolyn's out back for now, using the light that's left (and taking advantage of the fact that it's not a full moon) to practice with her dagger. It really is well made, it feels light, almost whistling as it cuts the air. Her form at present is probably closer a fencing stance than one proper for very close-range fighting. However, she's at ease.
She seems a little absorbed, cutting at some invisible foe, forward and back, forward and back.
However, she has taken up practice a distance from the back door, as she's feeling slightly foolish, sparring against pure air.
It's a moment later that she pauses to catch her breath, adjusting her grip.
Botherable, so long as you don't sneak up on her.
She seems a little absorbed, cutting at some invisible foe, forward and back, forward and back.
However, she has taken up practice a distance from the back door, as she's feeling slightly foolish, sparring against pure air.
It's a moment later that she pauses to catch her breath, adjusting her grip.
Botherable, so long as you don't sneak up on her.
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Nov. 26th, 2007 09:30 pmkinshou-kitsune.livejournal.comOutback the snow falls. There is already a good layer about on the ground though the rate the small tufts of white fall it would take ages to grow more. The flakes just seem to hang in the air being whipped around by the air like someone had shook a snowglobe.
Standing on the shore of the lake the white armored kitsune stands watching, waiting. Her door returned during the night though she had hesitated to leave. There had been a promise made and one she intended to keep. Inari was one to never go back on her word.
As the wind picked up her lose hair was whiped around dancing with the flakes that fell. If those who agreed to go were true to their word they would find her. Notes had hastily been written and sent...but if they were really seriously about going..
So quietly the kami stood and waited watching the water lap against the shore in the midst of the snowglone.
Standing on the shore of the lake the white armored kitsune stands watching, waiting. Her door returned during the night though she had hesitated to leave. There had been a promise made and one she intended to keep. Inari was one to never go back on her word.
As the wind picked up her lose hair was whiped around dancing with the flakes that fell. If those who agreed to go were true to their word they would find her. Notes had hastily been written and sent...but if they were really seriously about going..
So quietly the kami stood and waited watching the water lap against the shore in the midst of the snowglone.
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Nov. 26th, 2007 10:18 pmk_in_blackK strides into the bar, shaking the slim, shiny, black phone in his hand. As the sound of power drills and buzzsaws comes blaring through the Door, K turns and glares back at the construction crew laboring over the latest additions to the Rollerball arena, then starts shaking his phone again as he shuts the Door tight behind him.
The noise level drops back down to normal for the bar, and K heads over to Bar to get a bourbon.
He's still shaking his phone, but it's not going to do any good. Bug slime is just too damn sticky.
The noise level drops back down to normal for the bar, and K heads over to Bar to get a bourbon.
He's still shaking his phone, but it's not going to do any good. Bug slime is just too damn sticky.
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Nov. 26th, 2007 11:01 pmmissginnytonic.livejournal.comGinny comes down stairs yawning. She was hoping by the time she woke up it would have all been a nightmare and she would have red hair again. This simply was not to be. She’s still a greenhead. So she comes down sitting at a table and orders a pot of tea and some pumpkin pie from a waitrat.
She’s willing to share either or both.
