OOM: The World Watches
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blue_eyed_lord(OOM: The Black Rider and Lady Macbeth have been hard at work, and the world is reacting.)
Dec. 20th, 2007
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Dec. 20th, 2007 12:11 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
lissla-lissar.livejournal.comReason #42 not to touch random things in Ace's closet: Cleveland, OH.
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Dec. 20th, 2007 12:25 amblue_eyed_lordIt's been another long day. Another script idea was agreed upon by the assembled scriptwriters and supervisors. Another day in the life of Evelyn Faith Kendall passed, surrounded by hidden cameras and products produced by companies who were paying for the right to make her life comfortable. She was asleep now, all the cameras quietly projecting her quiet, even breathing to the masses.
Adrian Doyle was thinking of stopping by Christof's office before he headed back to his apartment for the night. With a job like his, the apartment was little more than a place to sleep before returning to work.
He had put the script he was currently working on in his sleek, black briefcase, and had just opened his office door to step out into the hall, when he stopped, left foot still suspended above the divide between office-carpet and bar-flooring.
Made you look.
There wasn't supposed to be a bar just outside his office.
The foot is carefully retracted, and the door is closed.
Five minutes later, it opens again, and the tall man in his black suit once again closes the door without stepping through. A hallway is supposed to be on the other side of the door, not a bar. Why won't the doorway realize that?
Ten minutes later, it happens again.
Another ten minutes later, it seems he has given in.
Almost hesitantly, Adrian Doyle steps through the doorway and into the bar, looking around.
"...Hmmm."
Come welcome the newcomer?
Adrian Doyle was thinking of stopping by Christof's office before he headed back to his apartment for the night. With a job like his, the apartment was little more than a place to sleep before returning to work.
He had put the script he was currently working on in his sleek, black briefcase, and had just opened his office door to step out into the hall, when he stopped, left foot still suspended above the divide between office-carpet and bar-flooring.
Made you look.
There wasn't supposed to be a bar just outside his office.
The foot is carefully retracted, and the door is closed.
Five minutes later, it opens again, and the tall man in his black suit once again closes the door without stepping through. A hallway is supposed to be on the other side of the door, not a bar. Why won't the doorway realize that?
Ten minutes later, it happens again.
Another ten minutes later, it seems he has given in.
Almost hesitantly, Adrian Doyle steps through the doorway and into the bar, looking around.
"...Hmmm."
Come welcome the newcomer?
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Dec. 20th, 2007 12:35 amamanofletters.livejournal.comIt was not a doctor that the Bar received today, but rather a writer. A writer who seemed more content than he had been in weeks, the letters on the page distracting his concentration from worries about his patients.
A cup of lukewarm tea lay forgotten in a corner of the table, sitting dangerously on the edge with an almost taunting appearance as it teetered ominously, daring someone to grab it before it fell. Watson caught the cup with ease when the table jostled a bit too much, keeping his eyes focused on the paper even as he set it aside. It was clear that he had been in a similar predicament before, though thankfully the mug was empty enough not to spill any of its contents, saving several pages from becoming an indistinguishable mess. He had been in that predicament before as well, with lots of curses and exasperation as an hour's work dissolved into a smudge of ink.
Papers, unlike the tea, were free to spill out from the sides as he continued to scratch away, notes of cases and annotations of dialogue ruffled under other pages detailing the description of the deceased and the people he had met. It was all terribly intricate, each one describing the face, the expression, the clothes. Another piece of paper detailed a map of a house, a diagram of a roughly sketched room on the side, pointing out details and measurements, and despite clearly not being to scale, a glance at it would be quite enough to make one be able to navigate the room with ease, even if they had never set their foot in it before. Some interesting points were accented, such as the ventilation and the bell pull.
The messily drawn diagram was titled 'Stoke Moran'.
He was writing the Speckled Band.
A cup of lukewarm tea lay forgotten in a corner of the table, sitting dangerously on the edge with an almost taunting appearance as it teetered ominously, daring someone to grab it before it fell. Watson caught the cup with ease when the table jostled a bit too much, keeping his eyes focused on the paper even as he set it aside. It was clear that he had been in a similar predicament before, though thankfully the mug was empty enough not to spill any of its contents, saving several pages from becoming an indistinguishable mess. He had been in that predicament before as well, with lots of curses and exasperation as an hour's work dissolved into a smudge of ink.
Papers, unlike the tea, were free to spill out from the sides as he continued to scratch away, notes of cases and annotations of dialogue ruffled under other pages detailing the description of the deceased and the people he had met. It was all terribly intricate, each one describing the face, the expression, the clothes. Another piece of paper detailed a map of a house, a diagram of a roughly sketched room on the side, pointing out details and measurements, and despite clearly not being to scale, a glance at it would be quite enough to make one be able to navigate the room with ease, even if they had never set their foot in it before. Some interesting points were accented, such as the ventilation and the bell pull.
The messily drawn diagram was titled 'Stoke Moran'.
He was writing the Speckled Band.
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Dec. 20th, 2007 01:52 amcutting_edgex23[OOM: Sometimes investigating the shore of the lake means you wander into a war zone. Who knew?]
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Dec. 20th, 2007 07:35 amfutures_of_ashThere was abandoned knitting sitting just outside the lake door. The rich, dark blue yarn was puddled haphazardly and the needles were forlornly stuck through an unraveling end. The entirety was coated with a light dusting of snow...
...because, well, it was snowing. Crystalline, large flakes that drifted through the air with the sound of water over crystal. Perfect flakes, if one cared to look.
Distracting flakes.
Rachel was standing a good ten feet from her knitting, bare toes wiggling happily in new fallen snow as she watch the storm rolling in. Every heartbeat or so, the flakes falling near her spandex wrapped person...froze. Halted in mid-air, sometimes forming odd patterns, but mostly just staying put until the red-head laughed and let them dance away.
It was a good day for snow.
[Slow for errands]
...because, well, it was snowing. Crystalline, large flakes that drifted through the air with the sound of water over crystal. Perfect flakes, if one cared to look.
Distracting flakes.
Rachel was standing a good ten feet from her knitting, bare toes wiggling happily in new fallen snow as she watch the storm rolling in. Every heartbeat or so, the flakes falling near her spandex wrapped person...froze. Halted in mid-air, sometimes forming odd patterns, but mostly just staying put until the red-head laughed and let them dance away.
It was a good day for snow.
[Slow for errands]
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Dec. 20th, 2007 09:25 amprob-japanese.livejournal.comThe door flies open with the screechy noise of skidding tires, almost loud enough to hide the reversed THX sound of the bright yellow Camaro abruptly shrinking to something like 1/5 its normal size. As soon as the little vehicle's all the way through it spins around. One door pops open and swiftly slams the Bar door shut. The noises on the other side cut off sharply. In the relative quiet that follows, the revving and slowing of the engine sounds almost like panting, and the car's radio can be heard:
I faked I had an injury then I ran away
I ran away, I ran away
Danger stared me in the face and I ran away-
Someone just told Ironhide about the Nullspark's ongoing interest in Lissar.
[Millitimed to a little before the events of this OOM.]
I faked I had an injury then I ran away
I ran away, I ran away
Danger stared me in the face and I ran away-
Someone just told Ironhide about the Nullspark's ongoing interest in Lissar.
[Millitimed to a little before the events of this OOM.]
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Dec. 20th, 2007 11:08 ammit-probie.livejournal.com The door opens and a man comes in with his hands super glued to a keyboard. "How thank Goodness!" McGee exlaims as the elevator once again enters into the Bar rather then the NCIS main elevator. Tim is trying to balance his crime scene bag without use of his hands. Making his way towards the bar.
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Dec. 20th, 2007 11:38 amhaven-in-books.livejournal.comRose? For once, isn't carrying either books or her wand.
She's outside, having gotten winter clothing( and a pair of skates) from Bar.
The lake looks semi-frozen, but she knows better than to trust that. She'll keep near the edge.
That is solid, and there's a broad enough stretch of ice for decent skating.
There's snow in her red hair, and a grin that won't go away.
She stops to sit on a snow-covered boulder, and switch boots for skates.
She's outside, having gotten winter clothing( and a pair of skates) from Bar.
The lake looks semi-frozen, but she knows better than to trust that. She'll keep near the edge.
That is solid, and there's a broad enough stretch of ice for decent skating.
There's snow in her red hair, and a grin that won't go away.
She stops to sit on a snow-covered boulder, and switch boots for skates.
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Dec. 20th, 2007 12:06 pmlifes-a-river.livejournal.comSam hasn't thought much about Milliways since the last time. Truth be told, it's been so long he's been starting to think of it as some kind of pleasant hallucination, a side effect of a square peg beating itself senseless trying to fit into a round hole.
He can't wear any of his favorite holiday things outside of the house. Not the dress, the shoes, the hair clip. It's beginning to tell on him.
Which, he thinks, if his hallucination theory is accurate, would explain why Milliways has shown up behind the door of one of Rosemere's boys' bathrooms. And if his theory is wrong, well, then he's just grateful.
He takes the first empty table he finds, sits, and lets out a very long sigh.
[OOC: Plotlocked until Dahlia comes along. Will be here for a couple of hours, then I have to beg slowtime.]
He can't wear any of his favorite holiday things outside of the house. Not the dress, the shoes, the hair clip. It's beginning to tell on him.
Which, he thinks, if his hallucination theory is accurate, would explain why Milliways has shown up behind the door of one of Rosemere's boys' bathrooms. And if his theory is wrong, well, then he's just grateful.
He takes the first empty table he finds, sits, and lets out a very long sigh.
[OOC: Plotlocked until Dahlia comes along. Will be here for a couple of hours, then I have to beg slowtime.]
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Dec. 20th, 2007 12:16 pmcovenlegacy.livejournal.comThe vampire's been around and about.
He's not really a big fan of Western holidays. And "Kwanzaa"? He's still not even sure what that is, and has no
burning interest in the information. Hence, he hasn't been in the main bar area much.
Today, however, he looks out a window. HELLO! Snowstorm!
With thick enough clouds that with a ski mask and gloves, he can trek outdoors safely even in daytime.
That's much more his idea of a celebration than candy and canned music.
Botherable.
He's not really a big fan of Western holidays. And "Kwanzaa"? He's still not even sure what that is, and has no
burning interest in the information. Hence, he hasn't been in the main bar area much.
Today, however, he looks out a window. HELLO! Snowstorm!
With thick enough clouds that with a ski mask and gloves, he can trek outdoors safely even in daytime.
That's much more his idea of a celebration than candy and canned music.
Botherable.
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Dec. 20th, 2007 01:49 pmaggro-speed.livejournal.com((OOM: Everything's changed. Brian deals.))
Regan's bed was shaking...
Dec. 20th, 2007 02:34 pmregan-teresa.livejournal.com ...that's why she's awake, and also going to her mother's room. Only this is not her mother's room.
Regan is standing in the doorway, not doing anything apart from staring at her surroundings. She's a little pale and disheveled, and her eyes are slightly out of focus. Regan's not been too well recently, and has also been having some nightmares, so she's not entirely sure whether she's still asleep. It would explain the bed shaking.
OOC: I may not reply for a little while.
Regan is standing in the doorway, not doing anything apart from staring at her surroundings. She's a little pale and disheveled, and her eyes are slightly out of focus. Regan's not been too well recently, and has also been having some nightmares, so she's not entirely sure whether she's still asleep. It would explain the bed shaking.
OOC: I may not reply for a little while.
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Dec. 20th, 2007 03:59 pmalertcommandoEarlier in the day, Tanya did check the door. She left for a while, and now is back, feeling divided:
It is great that she has now a safe warm place to hide in, and have real food and civilized comforts.
But it is really sad that nobody else seems to be able to see the bar, or follow her in; ah, well.
Comfort or not, Tanya is outside, jogging: it would not do to grow lax and soft and unfit for the war zone that her world is right now.
It is great that she has now a safe warm place to hide in, and have real food and civilized comforts.
But it is really sad that nobody else seems to be able to see the bar, or follow her in; ah, well.
Comfort or not, Tanya is outside, jogging: it would not do to grow lax and soft and unfit for the war zone that her world is right now.
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Dec. 20th, 2007 04:16 pmtrustydriver.livejournal.comYou can only wear the same set of clothes for so long before they have to be washed. It's as true of superhero costumes as it is with any other article of clothing. Kit's squirrel-suit is currently soaking in the bathtub in her rental room--the era of machine-washable superhero costumes has not yet arrived in her native time period.
And Kit herself? She's downstairs, wrapped in a heavy bathrobe, wolfing down a sandwich and a cup of coffee. Hopefully no one will spot her. And if they do, it's not like anyone's going to recognize her out of uniform, right?
And Kit herself? She's downstairs, wrapped in a heavy bathrobe, wolfing down a sandwich and a cup of coffee. Hopefully no one will spot her. And if they do, it's not like anyone's going to recognize her out of uniform, right?
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Dec. 20th, 2007 04:30 pmcommand_dot_com~Oh outside, snow is glistenin'
in the air, someone's whistling
a beautiful sight, green lady sprite,
cruisin' o'er a Winter Wonderland.~
Translation: Dot's outside enjoying the winter view on top of a zipboard. And she's in such a good mood, despite the activities of various wedding planners, she's singing a little.
in the air, someone's whistling
a beautiful sight, green lady sprite,
cruisin' o'er a Winter Wonderland.~
Translation: Dot's outside enjoying the winter view on top of a zipboard. And she's in such a good mood, despite the activities of various wedding planners, she's singing a little.
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Dec. 20th, 2007 04:58 pmmendanddefend_archiveBob may not have his fiancée's singing voice, but that doesn't mean he can't provide some music for Suzi's party. He's pulled out the old acoustic guitar he got last year and gotten a holiday songbook from Bar, and is currently plucking his way through "Silent Night."
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Dec. 20th, 2007 05:21 pmsoulkeepersong.livejournal.comI was flying earlier, attempting to leave Milliways the way I had came, but still I was Bound. It has only been twenty-six days, though, so I was not too worried. To use the human term, a month is hardly any time at all.
Now, though, I was curled up on a section of the grounds, alertly watching those who came and went. I had learned from my time in Kolmar that we are less intimidating when we are not quite so large. I hoped this would encourage the other patrons to speak with me.
At the very least, I am quite warm, as could be seen from the lack of snow where I was.
Now, though, I was curled up on a section of the grounds, alertly watching those who came and went. I had learned from my time in Kolmar that we are less intimidating when we are not quite so large. I hoped this would encourage the other patrons to speak with me.
At the very least, I am quite warm, as could be seen from the lack of snow where I was.
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Dec. 20th, 2007 06:24 pmsime-channel.livejournal.comElsewhere there is a party set up for people to come to.
As stated a couple weeks ago: Anyone Suzi has talked to twice or more got an invitation, but it's not like the social little Sime is going to turn away anyone who wanders in.
As stated a couple weeks ago: Anyone Suzi has talked to twice or more got an invitation, but it's not like the social little Sime is going to turn away anyone who wanders in.
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Dec. 20th, 2007 07:26 pmmasterofsoresuA certain young-looking Jedi is confused. He's pretty sure it's not his lifeday, but the Bar has presented him with a cake of some sort anyway, with 3#3 written in the frosting. Obi-Wan recognises the first and last characters as numerals from the Earth alphabet Dr Donighal showed him, but the middle glyph is not one he's learnt yet. So he stares at the cake, trying to figure out what message it's meant to send.
Botherable.
Botherable.
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Dec. 20th, 2007 07:38 pmlissla-lissar.livejournal.comReason #1 not to strangle Ace: The rescue is worth Cleveland.
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Dec. 20th, 2007 08:03 pmfoxy-rogue.livejournal.com"... Oodalaly oodalalay golly what a day..." Sings the fox in green as he strolls through the front door, bow and quiver of arrows slung over his back.
Someone's in a good mood, anyway.
Someone's in a good mood, anyway.
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Dec. 20th, 2007 08:48 pmtheravenboyYesterday, after another fruitless argument, Bran Davies stalked out of the Cardiff pub where the Plaid Cymru loyalists congregate. This time, several people followed him, including an eighteen-year-old education student from Llanelli by the name of Margaret Jones.
Bran spent the next eight hours talking with Margaret, and only then noticed he hadn't studied at all yesterday afternoon.
Bran's quite relieved when the door to Milliways opens. Time rarely passes for him at the bar. Perhaps he can stay an extra day and use the time to do his biology homework.
Bran spent the next eight hours talking with Margaret, and only then noticed he hadn't studied at all yesterday afternoon.
Bran's quite relieved when the door to Milliways opens. Time rarely passes for him at the bar. Perhaps he can stay an extra day and use the time to do his biology homework.
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Dec. 20th, 2007 08:59 pmnotefulMeghan Ford still finds the main bar to be a little (or a lot) overwhelming. But she's crept down tonight, found a fairly out-of-the-way spot, and pulled out her knitting.
Every so often, she looks over to where the door isn't. She can't help it, even though she catches herself wondering if the door works like a watched pot.
Which is a thought illogical enough (in any number of ways) to make her slightly cross.
Every so often, she looks over to where the door isn't. She can't help it, even though she catches herself wondering if the door works like a watched pot.
Which is a thought illogical enough (in any number of ways) to make her slightly cross.
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Dec. 20th, 2007 09:09 pmlissla-lissar.livejournal.comThe best view of Cleveland is the one in Ironhide's rear view mirror. After a cross-country trip with the big black mech, Lissar is somewhat tired, a little sore, and very very happy to not be in Ohio anymore. She doesn't have her bag of clothing with her, it's stored at the Autobase.
She's also just a bit sunburned. Southern California, even in December, has more sun than her skin can deal with well.
She's also just a bit sunburned. Southern California, even in December, has more sun than her skin can deal with well.
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Dec. 20th, 2007 09:14 pmguppy_sandhu[oom: Preparations]
Guppy is used to spending most of his day in hospitals, although on this occasion he wasn't expecting it to be waiting for his mother to not give birth.
He's not concerned; it is a little early for her to be in labour after all.
He settles near the infirmary, with a big blob of pink paint in his hair that he missed earlier.
The doctor is in
Guppy is used to spending most of his day in hospitals, although on this occasion he wasn't expecting it to be waiting for his mother to not give birth.
He's not concerned; it is a little early for her to be in labour after all.
He settles near the infirmary, with a big blob of pink paint in his hair that he missed earlier.
The doctor is in
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Dec. 20th, 2007 09:24 pmnot-on-her-own.livejournal.comMaria Jackson is somewhat exuberant tonight, though her slight smile gives away very little of that inner anticipation and enthusiasm. She's managed to get all of her holiday shopping done, and is currently looking forward to said holiday, of course, along with the activities that accompany it.
Having just recently baked cookies with her father, Maria decided to bring a plate with her, on the off chance anyone wanted to partake of some. The chocolate chip ones are still soft and melty, and she smiles as she bites into one and glances about the bar.
Having just recently baked cookies with her father, Maria decided to bring a plate with her, on the off chance anyone wanted to partake of some. The chocolate chip ones are still soft and melty, and she smiles as she bites into one and glances about the bar.
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Dec. 20th, 2007 09:57 pmaction_rad( [Something that happened before this EP but is not long enough for OOMery.] )
Closing the door on a bunch of rowdy young mechs who apparently don't understand volume control and why it should be practised, Rad steps into the bar which is not nearly so rowdy the majority of the time.
Lionizer paces behind him, looking as relieved as Rad is to not be home at the moment. It's harder on his auditory circuits than it is on Rad's.
"Milliways. More I find myself coming here the more I find I enjoy it."
Closing the door on a bunch of rowdy young mechs who apparently don't understand volume control and why it should be practised, Rad steps into the bar which is not nearly so rowdy the majority of the time.
Lionizer paces behind him, looking as relieved as Rad is to not be home at the moment. It's harder on his auditory circuits than it is on Rad's.
"Milliways. More I find myself coming here the more I find I enjoy it."
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Dec. 20th, 2007 10:30 pmmogget_catThere is a white cat on the couch, half-curled around a sleeping infant girl. It seems that Moira fell asleep while gnawing on the not'cat's tail, and still has it clasped in one tiny hand.
He'd complain. He'd pull it loose and stalk off somewhere. He might still do so.
But, well, it doesn't hurt, and really, getting up would be more bother than a slightly damp tail is. And she's warm, and he's comfortable enough here, letting her use him as a pillow. He has a book to keep him occupied, when he's not watching her sleep.
But he could totally get up and leave any time he wanted.
Exactly.
He'd complain. He'd pull it loose and stalk off somewhere. He might still do so.
But, well, it doesn't hurt, and really, getting up would be more bother than a slightly damp tail is. And she's warm, and he's comfortable enough here, letting her use him as a pillow. He has a book to keep him occupied, when he's not watching her sleep.
But he could totally get up and leave any time he wanted.
Exactly.
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Dec. 20th, 2007 10:50 pmshewasright.livejournal.comSo today was a semi-special day for Kaplan. He wasn't aware of it until he worked his way into the bar about midevening and placed himself infront of Bar. Opening his mouth to order a typical dinner of something quick he was suprised with a cake.
A very large white cake with that really good old style icing on it. You know the kind you can just take one bite of and have a toothache? Yes. That kind.
But something else appeared beside of the cake that had Happy Birthday, Chad! Written across the top in green. A hat. All Chad could do was laugh as he picked the hat up and looked it over before placing it upon his head at an angle.
"You, my dear," Kap said with a large smile upon his face, "have outdone yourself."
Then turning back around to look at the bar he called out. "Anyone want any cake? I can't eat all this by myself!"
A very large white cake with that really good old style icing on it. You know the kind you can just take one bite of and have a toothache? Yes. That kind.
But something else appeared beside of the cake that had Happy Birthday, Chad! Written across the top in green. A hat. All Chad could do was laugh as he picked the hat up and looked it over before placing it upon his head at an angle.
"You, my dear," Kap said with a large smile upon his face, "have outdone yourself."
Then turning back around to look at the bar he called out. "Anyone want any cake? I can't eat all this by myself!"
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Dec. 20th, 2007 10:59 pml33t-mouse.livejournal.comMouse is at the Bar, sipping a Blue Screen of Death and looking incredibly pleased with herself. Pleased enough that she's likely to buy a drink for anyone she knows even vaguely, or any new acquaintance she takes a liking to. The sprite tends to spread her good moods - and celebratory alcohol - around.
