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Dec. 17th, 2007
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hopeitsworthit[OOM: If my wings should fail me, Lord.
And, a little later, Sam comes up with a way to break the communication barrier. If Dean ever wakes up, Sammy's never living this one down.]
And, a little later, Sam comes up with a way to break the communication barrier. If Dean ever wakes up, Sammy's never living this one down.]
First Entrance
Dec. 17th, 2007 02:04 amalertcommandoThe door opens, and a woman in BDU pants and a black tank top walks in, busy with her BDU belt and holsters; she has not noticed the change in scenario, but will be glad later with the fact the door closes but does not vanish.
When she is happy with the fit and sitting of her guns and basic tools, Tanya looks up... then around...
This is not her barracks. Or the mess hall. "What. The. Fuck?"
When she is happy with the fit and sitting of her guns and basic tools, Tanya looks up... then around...
This is not her barracks. Or the mess hall. "What. The. Fuck?"
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Dec. 17th, 2007 10:23 amgone_byebyeToday was not a good day for Ray. The Finnish ambassador turned out to be a very nice older woman, and very forthcoming about the Project Pohjola northern watch program, but at the end of their official meeting she expressed an interest in visiting one of New York's more overwhelming toy stores. FAO Schwartz is bad around Christmastime no matter what universe you're in. In a universe with poltergeists capable of feeing off the negative emotional energy of psychically turbulent children and teenagers...
Ray has a new least favorite type of ghost today.
It's just a good thing Ecto was able to find a clear path to the store; Ray's spare proton pack (as if he'd go to any kind of serious meeting in Manhattan without one!) wouldn't have done much if the rest of the guys couldn't be there. He's still picking slime-covered Legos out of his hair when he enters the Bar.
Ray has a new least favorite type of ghost today.
It's just a good thing Ecto was able to find a clear path to the store; Ray's spare proton pack (as if he'd go to any kind of serious meeting in Manhattan without one!) wouldn't have done much if the rest of the guys couldn't be there. He's still picking slime-covered Legos out of his hair when he enters the Bar.
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Dec. 17th, 2007 12:32 pmthere-is-a-me.livejournal.comSpoon looks rather like he has lost a fight with a tinsel monster right now. This would be a combination of Leela and a box full of the stuff, and Spoon? Well, trying to quit smoking or not after several hours of attempting to be sure none of the dogs ate the stuff he needs a fag.
Badly.
So he's over on the floor by the fireplace smoking.
The puppies are at home in Yorkshire. Outside.
Badly.
So he's over on the floor by the fireplace smoking.
The puppies are at home in Yorkshire. Outside.
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Dec. 17th, 2007 12:52 pmalorn-bear.livejournal.comBelar is currently blissfully unaware that anyone in the Bar other than Lissla Lissar has seen anybody using his face lately. Thus, he sees nothing at all wrong with putting up his usual ANSWERING PRAYERS - BACK IN 15 MINUTES sign and hanging his Security badge around his neck.
This could get interesting. Or not, depending on who you are.
This could get interesting. Or not, depending on who you are.
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Dec. 17th, 2007 01:28 pmprinceinexileComing down from the suites, Zuko is in clothes he's yanked from his wardrobe on the other side of the door-- casual reds and golds and blacks (or as casual as princely 'lounge wardrobe' gets, which isn't very), loose pant legs tucked into tall but comfortable boots.
He's left his hair down, and -- while he seems not just a little nervous (the color scheme change is still telling, he thinks) he figures he can act casual and just try and relax in this 'home way from home'.
Except that he can't.
So there's one tense prince, trying to relax on the couch by the fire, and occasionally watching it react to his mood with violent sparks and burning a little too high...
He's left his hair down, and -- while he seems not just a little nervous (the color scheme change is still telling, he thinks) he figures he can act casual and just try and relax in this 'home way from home'.
Except that he can't.
So there's one tense prince, trying to relax on the couch by the fire, and occasionally watching it react to his mood with violent sparks and burning a little too high...
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Dec. 17th, 2007 03:56 pmlissla-lissar.livejournal.comLissar is as close to the fire as she can get without igniting, leaning back on a pile of dogs, and wrapped up to her nose in a blanket. She doesn't look much different than normal, aside from a slight reddening of her nose, but her expression is wry.
First entrance
Dec. 17th, 2007 04:04 pmtrustydriver.livejournal.com[pre-Milliways: November 29, 1934.]
There's a blinding flash of light, and a woman tumbles sideways through the front door. She's short, slender, and apparently fair-skinned--although it's hard to tell, because the metallic gray catsuit she's wearing covers everything but the lower half of her face. Judging by the suit, the many-pocketed utility belt, and the goggles, she's either a costumed crimefighter or a very peculiar circus performer.
After a long moment, she sits up, tugs off the goggles (leaving the cowl of the catsuit in place), and blinks owlishly at her surroundings.
"...what just happened?"
Kit Baxter, welcome to Milliways. Try to behave yourself.
[ooc: Please read this back-room post before tagging Kit.]
There's a blinding flash of light, and a woman tumbles sideways through the front door. She's short, slender, and apparently fair-skinned--although it's hard to tell, because the metallic gray catsuit she's wearing covers everything but the lower half of her face. Judging by the suit, the many-pocketed utility belt, and the goggles, she's either a costumed crimefighter or a very peculiar circus performer.
After a long moment, she sits up, tugs off the goggles (leaving the cowl of the catsuit in place), and blinks owlishly at her surroundings.
"...what just happened?"
Kit Baxter, welcome to Milliways. Try to behave yourself.
[ooc: Please read this back-room post before tagging Kit.]
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Dec. 17th, 2007 04:27 pmnotthatpotterSeeing a lot of Christmas-y type things occuring in the bar and the general feeling of the holidays is making James a little antsy to get home. His door should have opened by now.
It should have.
He eyes it from time to time while he chews on a cookie shaped a lot like a sparkly green Christmas tree and contemplates the sorts of gifts he would get for the friends he's met here at Milliways if he is, in fact, to have things prepared for the holidays.
It should have.
He eyes it from time to time while he chews on a cookie shaped a lot like a sparkly green Christmas tree and contemplates the sorts of gifts he would get for the friends he's met here at Milliways if he is, in fact, to have things prepared for the holidays.
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Dec. 17th, 2007 04:33 pmhaven-in-books.livejournal.comRose has been trying not to pay too much attention to holiday decorations. But today, she's determined not to
sulk over being Bound. She's not altogether unhappy about putting off her return home, truth be told.
Instead, she's at the piano, studying the black and white keys. She taps one gently, then another, listening to the different notes.
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Dec. 17th, 2007 05:57 pmcant_kimWhen Kim ducks into the bar, she's shaking wet snow off her cap -- and judging from the look on her face, she wasn't expecting to be here.
She hastily slips something into her jacket pocket and heads for the fire, blowing on reddened fingers and keeping a sharp eye on the bar's patrons. She looks tired, though; it's been a long night, and chances are it's not over.
One skinny, cold, fourteen-ish "boy" in the bar.
She hastily slips something into her jacket pocket and heads for the fire, blowing on reddened fingers and keeping a sharp eye on the bar's patrons. She looks tired, though; it's been a long night, and chances are it's not over.
One skinny, cold, fourteen-ish "boy" in the bar.
First Entrance
Dec. 17th, 2007 06:02 pmsignore-treschi.livejournal.com[[OOM: Immediately prior to this entrance - a little costuming.]]
***
Tonio steps into the room, his violet silk skirts swaying around his legs. His eyes are lowered, and it takes a moment before he notices that this is not the coffee-house he had expected. He looks over his shoulder for the valet who has his sword, feeling the unfamiliar slide of his powdered white wig over his bare shoulder, and sees only the closed door. He purses his lips, and notices again the slightly strange feel of the rouge that darkens them - although the make-up is not as unfamiliar as the women's clothing. Make-up he knows, for the stage. Dresses are. . . a new thing.
He takes a curious step into the room, and looks slowly around, eyes wide and innocent seeming as always. He is the very picture of the perfect maiden - demure, flawless - beautiful. He reminds himself of the stiletto at his breast, its handle concealed by the little rose.
***
Tonio steps into the room, his violet silk skirts swaying around his legs. His eyes are lowered, and it takes a moment before he notices that this is not the coffee-house he had expected. He looks over his shoulder for the valet who has his sword, feeling the unfamiliar slide of his powdered white wig over his bare shoulder, and sees only the closed door. He purses his lips, and notices again the slightly strange feel of the rouge that darkens them - although the make-up is not as unfamiliar as the women's clothing. Make-up he knows, for the stage. Dresses are. . . a new thing.
He takes a curious step into the room, and looks slowly around, eyes wide and innocent seeming as always. He is the very picture of the perfect maiden - demure, flawless - beautiful. He reminds himself of the stiletto at his breast, its handle concealed by the little rose.
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Dec. 17th, 2007 07:38 pmostro_goth[[OOM: Teja visits a world full of fast machines]]
Teja walks in through the door, nodding thanks and goodbye to somebody beyond it.
He is still wearing modern clothes -- black silk shirt, and long black leather coat -- and carries his inevitable battle-axe over his shoulder.
And instead of going straight upstairs and changing back into his armour and royal purple cloak, he decides to have breakfast first, and gets himself some tea and bread from the bar, to sit by the fireplace with it.
One can survive unarmoured for a while.
Teja walks in through the door, nodding thanks and goodbye to somebody beyond it.
He is still wearing modern clothes -- black silk shirt, and long black leather coat -- and carries his inevitable battle-axe over his shoulder.
And instead of going straight upstairs and changing back into his armour and royal purple cloak, he decides to have breakfast first, and gets himself some tea and bread from the bar, to sit by the fireplace with it.
One can survive unarmoured for a while.
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Dec. 17th, 2007 08:50 pmkitchen_maidAmy has a pile of Very Significant Looking Reports complete with Very Official Looking Seals and Very Small Writing.
She also has a slight headache, a chair by the fire, and a very strong, very sweet, very milky cup of tea.
What she does not have is company, but some is always welcome.
Especially if it means she can stop reading for a little while.
She also has a slight headache, a chair by the fire, and a very strong, very sweet, very milky cup of tea.
What she does not have is company, but some is always welcome.
Especially if it means she can stop reading for a little while.
Happy Hour!
Dec. 17th, 2007 09:13 pmcollects_earsIn some places in the multiverse/milliverse/somewhere in the world, a bartender is not late. So lets all pretend, that that's how it is - shall we? Right-o.
Bartender. Check.
Festive apron. Check.
Themed drinks. Check.
"Tonight's drinks are: Captain's Spiced Cider, Chocolate Snow Bear, Christmas Cheer and Christmas Pudding."
Written just below the specials,
DRINKS HALF OFF, TO THOSE WHO SING CHRISTMAS CAROLS. IN TUNE.
"What'll it be?"
Bartender. Check.
Festive apron. Check.
Themed drinks. Check.
"Tonight's drinks are: Captain's Spiced Cider, Chocolate Snow Bear, Christmas Cheer and Christmas Pudding."
Written just below the specials,
DRINKS HALF OFF, TO THOSE WHO SING CHRISTMAS CAROLS. IN TUNE.
"What'll it be?"
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Dec. 17th, 2007 09:18 pmfuriousmaximus.livejournal.com[OOM: Max gets YT naked, but for once it's just to patch her up. Slowtimed to before Max's leaving with Lissar. Warnings for naked people and medical attention?]
It had been a busy couple of days for Max, and he'd drawn ruthlessly on his metalcrafting to suppress the exhaustion building in his system. Eventually he'd just given up and slept a few hours in his room.
Now he was back in the bar proper. He really hasn't been around long enough to truly begin sampling the many, many alcoholic beverages Bar can provide, but he's certainly getting a decent start on it. At the moment he's working through an assortment of pale ales, one after the other.
It had been a busy couple of days for Max, and he'd drawn ruthlessly on his metalcrafting to suppress the exhaustion building in his system. Eventually he'd just given up and slept a few hours in his room.
Now he was back in the bar proper. He really hasn't been around long enough to truly begin sampling the many, many alcoholic beverages Bar can provide, but he's certainly getting a decent start on it. At the moment he's working through an assortment of pale ales, one after the other.
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Dec. 17th, 2007 09:30 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy had something of an argument back home last night. Being accused of being insane tends to tick a man off.
He's spent most of the morning getting rid of the hangover, most of the afternoon avoiding his girlfriend and his counsellor, and most of the evening so far in here, looking for Atton with a worried expression.
He's positioned in a good spot to see him, and has a pile of paperwork in front of him, which he has stared at blankly in between Atton-spotting.
He's spent most of the morning getting rid of the hangover, most of the afternoon avoiding his girlfriend and his counsellor, and most of the evening so far in here, looking for Atton with a worried expression.
He's positioned in a good spot to see him, and has a pile of paperwork in front of him, which he has stared at blankly in between Atton-spotting.
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Dec. 17th, 2007 09:35 pmbase-bastardy.livejournal.com Edmund somehow didn't think he'd still be here in the morning. This is the sort of situation so bizarre that you must be dreaming it.
But here the man is, emerging from the hallway leading up to his new room, looking like he's expecting something or someone to leap out at him at any moment. He makes for the bar; it's only hunger that's drawing him out. If it were not for that, he'd have happily stayed shut up for a long while yet, rather than brave the general insanity of the patrons.
But here the man is, emerging from the hallway leading up to his new room, looking like he's expecting something or someone to leap out at him at any moment. He makes for the bar; it's only hunger that's drawing him out. If it were not for that, he'd have happily stayed shut up for a long while yet, rather than brave the general insanity of the patrons.
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Dec. 17th, 2007 09:51 pmcat_wth_panacheThe king is royally sick and so Sir Shrek and Princess Fiona have been filling in on the royal duties and Puss and Donkey have been helping out. As it turns out royalty has quite a bit to do and so Puss walks in, carrying a list of appointments.
"Okay, Boss. We have much to do today so..." He looks up, expecting to see Shrek and Fiona's room and a swarm of flying fire breathing Donkey babies but instead he sees he's wandered into the bar.
"Oh, good! Today is not looking like something I want to start without a drink." Heading towards the bar he hops onto a stool, sets his little clipboard down and orders a double shot of milk.
Hey, it's still morning where he's at, and there is work to do when he goes home.
"Okay, Boss. We have much to do today so..." He looks up, expecting to see Shrek and Fiona's room and a swarm of flying fire breathing Donkey babies but instead he sees he's wandered into the bar.
"Oh, good! Today is not looking like something I want to start without a drink." Heading towards the bar he hops onto a stool, sets his little clipboard down and orders a double shot of milk.
Hey, it's still morning where he's at, and there is work to do when he goes home.
