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Dec. 21st, 2007 07:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mycursedface[OoM: In which Medusa receives a warning from the one sister she was trying to avoid.
Contains discussion of rape.]
Contains discussion of rape.]
Dec. 21st, 2007
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Dec. 21st, 2007 11:08 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
alorn-bear.livejournal.comIt's been a good day in Mongolia, a really good day, so Belar's in an excellent mood when he pwings! into existence and puts up his sign:
SECURITY ON DUTY
ALSO WINTER SPORTS INSTRUCTOR
37+ YRS. EXPERIENCE TEACHING:
SNOWBOARDING
DOWNHILL SKIING
LUGE
BOBSLED
SPEED SKATING
NO TOE PICKS
He figures that covers pretty much all the bases, and hangs his Security badge around his neck for all to see.
SECURITY ON DUTY
ALSO WINTER SPORTS INSTRUCTOR
37+ YRS. EXPERIENCE TEACHING:
SNOWBOARDING
DOWNHILL SKIING
LUGE
BOBSLED
SPEED SKATING
NO TOE PICKS
He figures that covers pretty much all the bases, and hangs his Security badge around his neck for all to see.
The door swings open.
Dec. 21st, 2007 11:12 amultradreamer.livejournal.comA swirl of golden sparks comes through it, swirling and twisting, and finally resolving into Mirai.
And he looks like hell. His clothes are a mess, he's got a black eye, and as he takes a step forwards, he moves with a limp.
He heads towards the bar, occationally grunting in pain.
And he looks like hell. His clothes are a mess, he's got a black eye, and as he takes a step forwards, he moves with a limp.
He heads towards the bar, occationally grunting in pain.
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Dec. 21st, 2007 11:44 amskidrowseymour.livejournal.com[OOM: Seymour comes to a realization.]
Seymour comes downstairs. He's showered, shaved, and put on clean clothes - a bright orange jacket, scarf and a baseball cap. He's still wearing horn-rimmed glasses with one cracked lens.
"Bar, I need a camera, if you don't mind," he mumbles to her. "Easy to use, if you can. It's...important."
He gets a Polaroid camera. Seymour frowns at it, then snaps a photo of the bar in general. He blinks when the photograph comes out.
Then he smiles. "Gee, thanks! And I'm having breakfast, so, uh, cereal, I s'pose." Bar gives him toast and juice as well, Seymour digs in like someone who hasn't eaten in a while. Amazing what having a plan will do for someone.
Once in a while, he'll play with the camera and take another shot of the bar. Does he catch you?
Seymour comes downstairs. He's showered, shaved, and put on clean clothes - a bright orange jacket, scarf and a baseball cap. He's still wearing horn-rimmed glasses with one cracked lens.
"Bar, I need a camera, if you don't mind," he mumbles to her. "Easy to use, if you can. It's...important."
He gets a Polaroid camera. Seymour frowns at it, then snaps a photo of the bar in general. He blinks when the photograph comes out.
Then he smiles. "Gee, thanks! And I'm having breakfast, so, uh, cereal, I s'pose." Bar gives him toast and juice as well, Seymour digs in like someone who hasn't eaten in a while. Amazing what having a plan will do for someone.
Once in a while, he'll play with the camera and take another shot of the bar. Does he catch you?
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Dec. 21st, 2007 11:50 amslightlymonkish.livejournal.com[ooc: This is just a post with Monk dropping off his gifts to ya'll. He'll be around for tagging later this week. :3]
Well, it's that time of year again.
... the holidays? No, silly! IT'S FLU SEASON!
Monk enters the bar with a surgical mask and protective gloves on, dragging a giant sack of boxes in behind him.
(He's like Santa, in a way.)
He lugs the sack over to Bar and hauls it onto her surface (after nearly dropping it -- twice), then breathlessly scribbles a note:
"Happy Holidays, Milliways! Remember to wash your hands and cover your mouths and wash your hands after you cover your mouths this holiday season to prevent the spread of disease! -- A. Monk"
Milliways patrons, you now have enough anti-viral tissues, wipes, and hand sanitizer to last you through the flu season and beyond.
Well, it's that time of year again.
... the holidays? No, silly! IT'S FLU SEASON!
Monk enters the bar with a surgical mask and protective gloves on, dragging a giant sack of boxes in behind him.
(He's like Santa, in a way.)
He lugs the sack over to Bar and hauls it onto her surface (after nearly dropping it -- twice), then breathlessly scribbles a note:
"Happy Holidays, Milliways! Remember to wash your hands and cover your mouths and wash your hands after you cover your mouths this holiday season to prevent the spread of disease! -- A. Monk"
Milliways patrons, you now have enough anti-viral tissues, wipes, and hand sanitizer to last you through the flu season and beyond.
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Dec. 21st, 2007 12:11 pmcall-me-kick.livejournal.com[ooc: This is the same thing as the Monk post -- she's just delivering, and will be around for tagging later. :D]
Kick comes rushing down the stairs with a sparkly gift bag full of little trinkets that she drops off on Bar's surface.
They're little hand-made heart ornaments (that look just like that, without the metal rings), each tied up in a golden bow with an attached tag that reads: "Merry Christmas & Happy New Year! Love, Nick & Kick Carraway."
"I'm sure y'know what to do with these," Kick says to Bar, grinning widely as the bag disappears.
Which translates to: If you know Nick or Kick, there's a little gift waiting for you.
Kick comes rushing down the stairs with a sparkly gift bag full of little trinkets that she drops off on Bar's surface.
They're little hand-made heart ornaments (that look just like that, without the metal rings), each tied up in a golden bow with an attached tag that reads: "Merry Christmas & Happy New Year! Love, Nick & Kick Carraway."
"I'm sure y'know what to do with these," Kick says to Bar, grinning widely as the bag disappears.
Which translates to: If you know Nick or Kick, there's a little gift waiting for you.
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Dec. 21st, 2007 12:41 pmmit-probie.livejournal.com So yesterday he was on his way to a crime scene when he ended up here. He was rescued from the super glued keyboard by a nice woman and was planning on going back but he made the mistake of sitting down and typing, this was DOOM, because now he is in the zone, typing up a storm. It would seem that TOM E GEMCITY has a new novel in the works.
Bother at will after all someone might want to let him know that he has been there all night.
Bother at will after all someone might want to let him know that he has been there all night.
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Dec. 21st, 2007 12:43 pmtrustydriver.livejournal.comThe Flying Squirrel was mysteriously absent yesterday, but she's back now--up in the rafters, watching the passers-by.
The twist? She's crouched on the underside of one of the beams.
Static-Shoes are fun.
The twist? She's crouched on the underside of one of the beams.
Static-Shoes are fun.
"I read the news today, oh boy..."
Dec. 21st, 2007 01:20 pmexplorertruman.livejournal.comHe's been around but traveling at times here and there. Truman headed over to the bar now that she was back to normal again to get some brunch after his morning exercises, in a semi-good mood. Even though somebody else had come here from his world recently.
However, along with his order, there were a few newspapers that showed up, with articles like this. The strange winter weather didn't make much sense, but the things about Seahaven and the studio did. And that good mood started to plummet, the more he read. His brunch was quickly forgotten, and the meal gradually cooled as he continued reading. Another show. They've started it all over again.
Not again, not again...They can't get away with this...
However, along with his order, there were a few newspapers that showed up, with articles like this. The strange winter weather didn't make much sense, but the things about Seahaven and the studio did. And that good mood started to plummet, the more he read. His brunch was quickly forgotten, and the meal gradually cooled as he continued reading. Another show. They've started it all over again.
Not again, not again...They can't get away with this...
Piano Recital Setup.
Dec. 21st, 2007 02:13 pmrealmrsreynoldsTom and Sallie had spoken about what decorations should be added to the cleared area around the piano to emphasize it on their nonexistant stage.
There's nothing (literally) magical going on at the moment -- last year there were fairy-lights and floating things dancing around the player at their seat -- but Sallie's sure he'll think of something gorgeous.
For now, however, Sallie is moving chairs and organizing the copies of the sheet music she has collected for each performer. (She never thought to ask if they would have their pieces memorized - Sallie doesn't normally deal with people who are up to that level).
As an added touch, the old woman decides to go to the bar and pick up a couple more copies of the program ---
And she immediately turns beet red, crossing out 'Goodwin' and writing 'Gershwin' alongside it.
"...I can't believe I did that," Sallie facepalms.
[ooc: disappearing in 2 hours to drive home. Tag to help set up, tag for anything, threadhop if you'd want! Recital post going up early evening EST.]
There's nothing (literally) magical going on at the moment -- last year there were fairy-lights and floating things dancing around the player at their seat -- but Sallie's sure he'll think of something gorgeous.
For now, however, Sallie is moving chairs and organizing the copies of the sheet music she has collected for each performer. (She never thought to ask if they would have their pieces memorized - Sallie doesn't normally deal with people who are up to that level).
As an added touch, the old woman decides to go to the bar and pick up a couple more copies of the program ---
And she immediately turns beet red, crossing out 'Goodwin' and writing 'Gershwin' alongside it.
"...I can't believe I did that," Sallie facepalms.
[ooc: disappearing in 2 hours to drive home. Tag to help set up, tag for anything, threadhop if you'd want! Recital post going up early evening EST.]
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Dec. 21st, 2007 03:45 pmlissla-lissar.livejournal.comOOM: California.
One woman, seven dogs, and a smile. Lissar has a book from the library upstairs and is curled on the couch with Ash draped across her legs and the rest of the dogs spread out on the ground around her. Lissar is sunburned, and about as relaxed as she ever could be while in public. Her sunglasses are on the arm of the couch next to her. If she's to go back today she'll want them.
((Saturday Morning ETA: Post is still open! Feel free to tag!))
One woman, seven dogs, and a smile. Lissar has a book from the library upstairs and is curled on the couch with Ash draped across her legs and the rest of the dogs spread out on the ground around her. Lissar is sunburned, and about as relaxed as she ever could be while in public. Her sunglasses are on the arm of the couch next to her. If she's to go back today she'll want them.
((Saturday Morning ETA: Post is still open! Feel free to tag!))
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Dec. 21st, 2007 04:29 pmundignifiedWes has a system for setting up bartending. It's like a pre-flight checklist, if pre-flight checklists were short and involved alcohol.
(Well, maybe some normal pre-flight checklists involve alcohol, but Rogue Squadron usually flies sober. Usually.)
He doesn't always do it, of course. Sometimes because he's lazy; occasionally because not even the first item on the list -- Bar -- gets a "check". He's doing it today, though, looking through bottles and various things.
Towels? Check. Glasses? Check. Ridiculous amounts of whiskey, much of it Corellian? Check.
The box of Oreos he always has there, ostensibly for milkshakes but really just for himself to snack on?
...
"...where are the Oreos?"
(Well, maybe some normal pre-flight checklists involve alcohol, but Rogue Squadron usually flies sober. Usually.)
He doesn't always do it, of course. Sometimes because he's lazy; occasionally because not even the first item on the list -- Bar -- gets a "check". He's doing it today, though, looking through bottles and various things.
Towels? Check. Glasses? Check. Ridiculous amounts of whiskey, much of it Corellian? Check.
The box of Oreos he always has there, ostensibly for milkshakes but really just for himself to snack on?
...
"...where are the Oreos?"
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Dec. 21st, 2007 05:09 pmsir-templar.livejournal.comBois-Guilbert is standing outside by the lake.
He has used the day to walk the grounds near the forest, mindful of the warnings he received about venturing too far within, but otherwise thorough as possible in his exploration. Ostensibly he wished to gain some measure of familiarity with this place, but it is no small part of him that hoped he might round a corner and find himself in sight of Templestowe. He quickly came to rue the utter foolishness of it; the land may be bounded by magic, but it is still too vast to cross on foot in a day, and devoid of even a flickering mirage of home.
The cold has long since seeped through his cloak and and mail, both of which were intended for an unusually fair English morning. It has been years since Sir Brian felt the teeth of an English winter, but he has a taste of it now in the wind rising off the lake. Yet he makes no move to return indoors; his gaze is fixed on the water, as though the key to his return were written in the rippling waves. His hands are clenched at his side, white-knuckled, but not with the chill.
Great serpents live in the depths of that lake. Big enough to swallow cattle whole, they say.
So he had told Rebecca, on a warmer day, and he knows she did not believe him for an instant; he had not intended her to. Still, her mouth had softened with wonder. He would give anything to see her face here as she looked into these waters, even knowing that they might well contain vaster oddities than the serpents of his tale.
Edit: And as of about 1 am est, I'm off to bed! Many thanks to everyone who tagged, these threads are too much fun. *g* I'll pick up with slowtimes tomorrow!
[Tinytags: Brian de Bois-Guilbert]
He has used the day to walk the grounds near the forest, mindful of the warnings he received about venturing too far within, but otherwise thorough as possible in his exploration. Ostensibly he wished to gain some measure of familiarity with this place, but it is no small part of him that hoped he might round a corner and find himself in sight of Templestowe. He quickly came to rue the utter foolishness of it; the land may be bounded by magic, but it is still too vast to cross on foot in a day, and devoid of even a flickering mirage of home.
The cold has long since seeped through his cloak and and mail, both of which were intended for an unusually fair English morning. It has been years since Sir Brian felt the teeth of an English winter, but he has a taste of it now in the wind rising off the lake. Yet he makes no move to return indoors; his gaze is fixed on the water, as though the key to his return were written in the rippling waves. His hands are clenched at his side, white-knuckled, but not with the chill.
Great serpents live in the depths of that lake. Big enough to swallow cattle whole, they say.
So he had told Rebecca, on a warmer day, and he knows she did not believe him for an instant; he had not intended her to. Still, her mouth had softened with wonder. He would give anything to see her face here as she looked into these waters, even knowing that they might well contain vaster oddities than the serpents of his tale.
Edit: And as of about 1 am est, I'm off to bed! Many thanks to everyone who tagged, these threads are too much fun. *g* I'll pick up with slowtimes tomorrow!
[Tinytags: Brian de Bois-Guilbert]
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Dec. 21st, 2007 06:15 pmm-antonivs.livejournal.com"--denarii, and no more," Mark Antony is saying as he steps through the door, having apparently only recently come from the bath; his hair is damp, he's got the faint glow of an olive-oil rubdown, and he's clad in the Roman equivalent of a towel. "We can't afford--"
He stops, realizing his surroundings have changed; it's lucky for his door that it's not there when he turns around, because the look he gives the spot where it had been could well have disintegrated it.
"Not today. I've got things to do."
No door.
"Did I forget a sacrifice? Let me go home and I'll kill five goats for the gods of this place."
Still no door.
"Fine, then. You can explain to Atia what's been happening."
And he heads for the bar, with an impressive amount of dignity, considering. If he's going to be stuck here, he may as well have a few drinks. He wouldn't mind company, either.
(ooc: I'll be here for most of the weekend; feel free to tag anytime.)
He stops, realizing his surroundings have changed; it's lucky for his door that it's not there when he turns around, because the look he gives the spot where it had been could well have disintegrated it.
"Not today. I've got things to do."
No door.
"Did I forget a sacrifice? Let me go home and I'll kill five goats for the gods of this place."
Still no door.
"Fine, then. You can explain to Atia what's been happening."
And he heads for the bar, with an impressive amount of dignity, considering. If he's going to be stuck here, he may as well have a few drinks. He wouldn't mind company, either.
(ooc: I'll be here for most of the weekend; feel free to tag anytime.)
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Dec. 21st, 2007 07:16 pmmycursedface[OoM: In the infirmary just after Atton came back to Milliways, an offer is made (and refused).
And then, not long after, there is another visit, in which there is a disagreement over flying, plans for Atton's escape and Medusa's powers, and a good deal of silliness.
All millitimed to sometime a few weeks ago, as this mun forgot to link.]
And then, not long after, there is another visit, in which there is a disagreement over flying, plans for Atton's escape and Medusa's powers, and a good deal of silliness.
All millitimed to sometime a few weeks ago, as this mun forgot to link.]
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Dec. 21st, 2007 07:52 pmcheevy.livejournal.comTonight in Milliways! Free show compliments of a very excited puppy with a new toy.
Miniver is sitting close by, laughing at her. He's got his working clothes on (read: emo black jeans with emo black shirt -- hey he works backstage!) and a glass of whiskey in his hand.
Come join them.
Miniver is sitting close by, laughing at her. He's got his working clothes on (read: emo black jeans with emo black shirt -- hey he works backstage!) and a glass of whiskey in his hand.
Come join them.
Piano Recital.
Dec. 21st, 2007 08:02 pmrealmrsreynoldsThe show's about to start, and Sallie's dressed up for the occasion, waiting for the players to approach and sit in the front row.
The decorations turned out well -- Christmas lights lining the rows of chairs, a candelabra on the piano and music stands holding corrected programs for anyone to grab if they so desired.
Having borrowed the microphone to the PA system, Sallie clears her throat and speaks.
"Hello everyone! The recital will be starting in five minutes, so please, make yourselves comfortable and enjoy the show."
[OOC: Players, please tag directly under the post. Audience? Tag your reactions under the player's individual tags.]
The decorations turned out well -- Christmas lights lining the rows of chairs, a candelabra on the piano and music stands holding corrected programs for anyone to grab if they so desired.
Having borrowed the microphone to the PA system, Sallie clears her throat and speaks.
"Hello everyone! The recital will be starting in five minutes, so please, make yourselves comfortable and enjoy the show."
[OOC: Players, please tag directly under the post. Audience? Tag your reactions under the player's individual tags.]
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Dec. 21st, 2007 09:05 pmcutting_edgex23X slips downstairs wearing an orange football jersey and jeans. It's comfortable and, in its own way, familiar. The last time she wore something like it was in San Francisco.
Milliways, however, is nothing like that city. But the food--she can order the same food. And she does, starting with a hamburger and fries and ending with a milkshake.
Sometimes simple is best.
Even if the milkshake is plain vanilla.
Milliways, however, is nothing like that city. But the food--she can order the same food. And she does, starting with a hamburger and fries and ending with a milkshake.
Sometimes simple is best.
Even if the milkshake is plain vanilla.
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Dec. 21st, 2007 09:08 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy is in a corner, with a flat-pack cot.
He was trying to erect it at home, but he got stuck, so he dragged the whole thing in here to cheat time a bit before he has to go back to work.
"Insert pink duckling patterned rod into slot A and hole 23. Hm."
He picks up a rod and tries to decide if this is the pink ducklings or the baby pink chickens.
"Note to self, tell mother not to buy any more insane pink stuff."
He was trying to erect it at home, but he got stuck, so he dragged the whole thing in here to cheat time a bit before he has to go back to work.
"Insert pink duckling patterned rod into slot A and hole 23. Hm."
He picks up a rod and tries to decide if this is the pink ducklings or the baby pink chickens.
"Note to self, tell mother not to buy any more insane pink stuff."
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Dec. 21st, 2007 09:14 pmwill_scarlettWill was drinking with Atton, this was a good thing after meeting the Templar.
Will is now drunk and happy, Atton's hair might possibly be braided as Will is by the fire with something alcoholic and warm to drink.
Will is now drunk and happy, Atton's hair might possibly be braided as Will is by the fire with something alcoholic and warm to drink.
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Dec. 21st, 2007 09:26 pmostro_gothWhen Teja approaches the bar this afternoon, coming in from sharpening the blade of his new axe, he takes an idle look at the tab board and realises that his tab has gone up sharply, in a very pleasing direction.
He decides that for once, he would spend money on something completely unnecessary, and order a goblet of dry Falernian.
With that, he retreats to the fireplace to play his harp and occasionally sip from the best wine of classical times.
He can be austere again tomorrow -- today, he has Falernum austerum.
He decides that for once, he would spend money on something completely unnecessary, and order a goblet of dry Falernian.
With that, he retreats to the fireplace to play his harp and occasionally sip from the best wine of classical times.
He can be austere again tomorrow -- today, he has Falernum austerum.
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Dec. 21st, 2007 09:51 pmyoung_wombleWellington has snow on his hat.
A pair of Human Beings came along while he was tidying, so he had to hide in the cold for two hours while they made a snowman.
He heads over to the fire, where he hides under a table nearby, warming up.
A pair of Human Beings came along while he was tidying, so he had to hide in the cold for two hours while they made a snowman.
He heads over to the fire, where he hides under a table nearby, warming up.
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Dec. 21st, 2007 09:54 pmstuck-mynock.livejournal.comAtton is outside, training.
He has a dozen or so floating targets, like dartboards, zipping around him very quickly and firing stun bolts down at him from tiny holes at the sides. It's very obvious that he cobbled them together from various machines.
He's blindfolded, and he's alternating between throwing knives at them with one hand and shooting them with another, while dodging the stun bolts. Judging by the bright, chirpy green flashes and the heavy blaster scoring and multiple knife marks on and immediately around the bullseye, he's doing quite well.
He may be grinning from ear to ear, because it's reassuring to know that he's not helpless without the Force.
He has a dozen or so floating targets, like dartboards, zipping around him very quickly and firing stun bolts down at him from tiny holes at the sides. It's very obvious that he cobbled them together from various machines.
He's blindfolded, and he's alternating between throwing knives at them with one hand and shooting them with another, while dodging the stun bolts. Judging by the bright, chirpy green flashes and the heavy blaster scoring and multiple knife marks on and immediately around the bullseye, he's doing quite well.
He may be grinning from ear to ear, because it's reassuring to know that he's not helpless without the Force.
First Entrance
Dec. 21st, 2007 11:09 pmeirenikos[oom: Well, it was a sunny day back home.]
The door opens, as it often does, and admits a slim, blonde woman dressed in a classical greek chiton, without shoes or a visible weapon. From the surprised 'o' her mouth forms, she has obviously envisioned arriving somewhere else. She moves forward a few steps, blinking, and then turns around to eye the door suspiciously.
Closing her eyes, counting to three, and opening them again just shows the strange tavern. It doesn't work a second time either.
Ares be damned, where is she?
Milliways can has a Goddess of Peace now.
[ooc edit: will be around off and on this weekend for slowish tags.]
The door opens, as it often does, and admits a slim, blonde woman dressed in a classical greek chiton, without shoes or a visible weapon. From the surprised 'o' her mouth forms, she has obviously envisioned arriving somewhere else. She moves forward a few steps, blinking, and then turns around to eye the door suspiciously.
Closing her eyes, counting to three, and opening them again just shows the strange tavern. It doesn't work a second time either.
Ares be damned, where is she?
Milliways can has a Goddess of Peace now.
[ooc edit: will be around off and on this weekend for slowish tags.]
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Dec. 21st, 2007 11:13 pmmoreinheaven.livejournal.comWhen Horatio walks through the Bar door, he thinks that he's heading for his bed. He thinks that he's just left Elsinore's ramparts and that he's just seen a ghost and that he desperately needs to collapse somewhere and either sleep or think quietly about what has just passed.
The world seems to have other ideas, and, instead, he finds himself standing in what he takes to be either a strange restaurant or a similarly strange tavern. And, though the world has turned upside down, tonight, he's quite certain that there isn't one of those on the way back to the cottage that he is staying at while he plays truant from Wittenburg.
"...Well, I suppose it wasn't a ghost, and I'm just going mad." Horatio muses, standing in the doorway and rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"That may be better in the long run, perhaps."
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Dec. 21st, 2007 11:27 pmwheneveriwant.livejournal.comHarry strides into the bar with a spring in his step and an entire bottle of brandy. After a good sleep, a nice shower, and some thinking about things in his room,Harry is feeling refreshed and ready for anything. He finds a table against the wall in good light and smiles broadly into the room. He asks a waitrait for some tumblers and a bucket of ice and lights a smoke.
[ooc-I gotta leave for home in a bit but I am open for anything really will pick up tags on monday or sooner]
[ooc-I gotta leave for home in a bit but I am open for anything really will pick up tags on monday or sooner]
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Dec. 21st, 2007 11:37 pmbase-bastardy.livejournal.comIt occured to Edmund, over supper, that he has wasted his first week here. He could have happily been pretending this was all a hallucination, but now he's been here long enough that it couldn't possibly be. He wishes he'd spent the time in denial, it would have been much more pleasant than the quiet, nagging confusion and doubt.
Suffice it to say, Edmund is at a table, slowly pushing food around his mostly-empty plate, lost in thought and still with a faint look of disorientation about him.
Suffice it to say, Edmund is at a table, slowly pushing food around his mostly-empty plate, lost in thought and still with a faint look of disorientation about him.
