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Jan. 14th, 2008 12:28 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
stuck-mynock.livejournal.com[OOM: Jaq and Lucifer go visit Jaq's world. They don't eat, admire ships, use the Sims and then go find somebody's office for Special Purposes.]
Jan. 14th, 2008
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Jan. 14th, 2008 02:03 amcheevy.livejournal.com[OOM: In which drunk poet is drunk, sweet drummer is sweet, and sleep is eventually had. No warnings!]
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Jan. 14th, 2008 02:29 amhaven-in-books.livejournal.comRose hasn't exactly kept to a 'normal' schedule since she got to Milliways. Where's the fun in that? So despite the lateness of the hour, she's in the main Bar area.
She hasn't been idling all the time, as evidenced by the inkstained notebook and jar she's carrying. .
She puts the items down on her table while she turns to order a snack from the waitrats. Her latest 'project' is bound for magical disposal, as it hasn't turned out to work. She had decided to take a break and see if she could figure out what went wrong, before doing anything else.
People-watching is funny, too, of course.
She hasn't been idling all the time, as evidenced by the inkstained notebook and jar she's carrying. .
She puts the items down on her table while she turns to order a snack from the waitrats. Her latest 'project' is bound for magical disposal, as it hasn't turned out to work. She had decided to take a break and see if she could figure out what went wrong, before doing anything else.
People-watching is funny, too, of course.
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Jan. 14th, 2008 05:49 amryoko-set-free.livejournal.comRyoko, still wearing bandages around her neck and wrists, is wandering around. She sits at a table, staring wistfully at the rafters, then she gets up to go outside and look at the sky. The air outside is too cold to stand there for long, so she borrows a coat from Bar.
The worst part? Her feet are firmly on the ground. Lying in bed to recover from nearly bleeding to death didn't make it clear, but now she can tell what is really bothering her.
The sky is no longer hers.
[ooc: Tag inside or outside as you please, and slows are always welcome.]
The worst part? Her feet are firmly on the ground. Lying in bed to recover from nearly bleeding to death didn't make it clear, but now she can tell what is really bothering her.
The sky is no longer hers.
[ooc: Tag inside or outside as you please, and slows are always welcome.]
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Jan. 14th, 2008 08:37 amgreatestgenius.livejournal.com[OOM: Memories are funny things. Unless you don't have any.]
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Jan. 14th, 2008 09:00 amyinyangwizard.livejournal.comSeimei strides through the Front Door carrying a long list. Behind him is a large, hairy man in a black-and-white kimono carrying various packages (this man, particularly observant folks may note, has a little badger's tail).
The onmyoji directs the badger spirit to put his packages down on a particular table, where he goes to sit. While he orders some tea and pastries from a waitrat, the badger-man stacks up his packages neatly, then reverts to his true animal form, scuttles into Seimei's shadow and disappears.
Seimei starts taking inventory of the packages, checking off various items on the list. It's only a couple of weeks until Setsubun, when people perform various rituals to drive out demons and bring in luck for the new year. The onmyoji has a lot of preparations to make before then.
He wouldn't mind a chat, though.
The onmyoji directs the badger spirit to put his packages down on a particular table, where he goes to sit. While he orders some tea and pastries from a waitrat, the badger-man stacks up his packages neatly, then reverts to his true animal form, scuttles into Seimei's shadow and disappears.
Seimei starts taking inventory of the packages, checking off various items on the list. It's only a couple of weeks until Setsubun, when people perform various rituals to drive out demons and bring in luck for the new year. The onmyoji has a lot of preparations to make before then.
He wouldn't mind a chat, though.
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Jan. 14th, 2008 09:32 amoh-wowee.livejournal.comWhat you see here is Toki Wartooth, with mussed hair and the same clothes he had on yesterday.
Not that one can particularly tell. A cartoon character's wardrobe is rather limited, after all. But his hair was rather mussy, and he did manage to not go home the night before.
Why would a young, fit, famous Rock God not go home and wake up next to a pretty lady?
Why, because he fell asleep in a booth next to his childhood best friend, after drinking a couple of bourbon vanilla milkshakes, OF COURSE.
Boy, you people and your reading into things! I swear.
So yes, anyway, here's a groggy, but not unhappy young man with a fu manchu, doing Yoga next to the fireplace, his breakfast set nearby on a table, which he picks at during his little breaks between mind boggling poses. Care to join him?
Not that one can particularly tell. A cartoon character's wardrobe is rather limited, after all. But his hair was rather mussy, and he did manage to not go home the night before.
Why would a young, fit, famous Rock God not go home and wake up next to a pretty lady?
Why, because he fell asleep in a booth next to his childhood best friend, after drinking a couple of bourbon vanilla milkshakes, OF COURSE.
Boy, you people and your reading into things! I swear.
So yes, anyway, here's a groggy, but not unhappy young man with a fu manchu, doing Yoga next to the fireplace, his breakfast set nearby on a table, which he picks at during his little breaks between mind boggling poses. Care to join him?
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Jan. 14th, 2008 10:25 amlissla-lissar.livejournal.comLissar is wearing her new T-shirt. She and Ironhide have been playing Halo lately, and while he's very good about giving her advice...well, giving her the strategy guide was probably a better idea. The T-shirt is destined to be her new favorite; 'Hide talked someone into getting it for her.
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Jan. 14th, 2008 10:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mycursedfaceInsomnia, let us all agree, is a bitch.
This is why Medusa is curled up on a fire-side couch (at one end, wings hanging over the arm-rest), embroidering a red cloak with gold thread instead of sleeping. There are patterns to the symbols, although at the moment the exact pattern is really only known to her.
To anyone sensitive to magic, there is a hum around her and the cloak. Gorgons are guards, after all, and protection magic comes as easily to her as breathing.
Why else would humans use her head in doorways and hearths?
[ooc:Fleeing to lunch and possible shopping, will pick up all tags when I return and back, but collapsing of tired. Slowtime called]
This is why Medusa is curled up on a fire-side couch (at one end, wings hanging over the arm-rest), embroidering a red cloak with gold thread instead of sleeping. There are patterns to the symbols, although at the moment the exact pattern is really only known to her.
To anyone sensitive to magic, there is a hum around her and the cloak. Gorgons are guards, after all, and protection magic comes as easily to her as breathing.
Why else would humans use her head in doorways and hearths?
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Jan. 14th, 2008 11:28 ammnt_raphThere's a pop up in the limitless geometry that is the rafters.
A pop and then a noise-less shuffle.
"ow. hey quit pushin'"
Okay, a near-noiseless shuffle.
"i'm not pushing. it's just that your shell is like,...big and fat and stuff."
Alright...so maybe not so noiseless after all.
"watch'it mikey. We're awfully high up, an you ain't learned to fly yet."
"uh...raph? where are we?"
"tankard pub, why?
"because...I don't remember you saying anything about there being a really big window to space in the tankard."
Raph turns to look at where his younger brother is pointing and nearly falls out of the rafters.
Two pre-teenage mutant ninja turtle legs of green dangle from the rafters.
Welcome back to the future, boys.
A pop and then a noise-less shuffle.
"ow. hey quit pushin'"
Okay, a near-noiseless shuffle.
"i'm not pushing. it's just that your shell is like,...big and fat and stuff."
Alright...so maybe not so noiseless after all.
"watch'it mikey. We're awfully high up, an you ain't learned to fly yet."
"uh...raph? where are we?"
"tankard pub, why?
"because...I don't remember you saying anything about there being a really big window to space in the tankard."
Raph turns to look at where his younger brother is pointing and nearly falls out of the rafters.
Two pre-teenage mutant ninja turtle legs of green dangle from the rafters.
Welcome back to the future, boys.
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Jan. 14th, 2008 11:34 amnotthatpotter[Millitimed to the moment after James left the bar...]
Quickly after the waitrat settles the slightly crumply pieces of parchment - each with a written note upon it - to the Bar, the notes are made available for those they are addressed to.
[notes]
They are addressed to Teddy Lupin, Rose Weasley and Maria Jackson.
Quickly after the waitrat settles the slightly crumply pieces of parchment - each with a written note upon it - to the Bar, the notes are made available for those they are addressed to.
[notes]
They are addressed to Teddy Lupin, Rose Weasley and Maria Jackson.
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Jan. 14th, 2008 11:59 amcallitavesper.livejournal.comBond, James Bond, is doing something other than smoking, drinking, and observing: he is running. Watching all these people target practicing has hit home the need keep up his training. He hasn't yet thought of a way to target practice and maintain his cover.
And on the topic of his cover--should he still keep it? He wondered. Sarah Jane and Simon Skinner both had mentioned films and books, but given the way this nutty place works, it's entirely possibly that those books and films don't exist in everyone's world. So why give people information they don't need if they wouldn't know who he is, anyway? But that begs the question of how many worlds and timelines does he exist in?
Damn it all. Better to stay in shape than think about that.
[ ooc: if I'm being slow, it's because I am, er, obsessively working on this pup's memories. ]
And on the topic of his cover--should he still keep it? He wondered. Sarah Jane and Simon Skinner both had mentioned films and books, but given the way this nutty place works, it's entirely possibly that those books and films don't exist in everyone's world. So why give people information they don't need if they wouldn't know who he is, anyway? But that begs the question of how many worlds and timelines does he exist in?
Damn it all. Better to stay in shape than think about that.
[ ooc: if I'm being slow, it's because I am, er, obsessively working on this pup's memories. ]
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Jan. 14th, 2008 12:09 pmfastcatbot.livejournal.comFrom behind the Door comes the sound of paws and an approaching voice. "...And smell you later, Ratbreath!"
The Front Door opens and a cheetah bursts into Milliways bar - not at full speed, fortunately, but not exactly slowly, either. Looking over his shoulder to the metallic, gunmetal grey corridor behind him, he only realizes he's not where he should be when a very out-of-place wooden door closes behind him.
"Huh?!" His head whips forward, green eyes going wide.
To his credit, the cheetah tries to stop, but he was going so fast that stopping on a dime is difficult.
So. Running cheetah. Crowded bar at the end of the universe.
Who's the kitty going to run into?
The Front Door opens and a cheetah bursts into Milliways bar - not at full speed, fortunately, but not exactly slowly, either. Looking over his shoulder to the metallic, gunmetal grey corridor behind him, he only realizes he's not where he should be when a very out-of-place wooden door closes behind him.
"Huh?!" His head whips forward, green eyes going wide.
To his credit, the cheetah tries to stop, but he was going so fast that stopping on a dime is difficult.
So. Running cheetah. Crowded bar at the end of the universe.
Who's the kitty going to run into?
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Jan. 14th, 2008 12:46 pmnot-lazy-steph.livejournal.comApparently the outside is time-pretzelling all over lately.
As evidenced by agirl young woman with pink hair easing through the door,talking over her shoulder, "Oh I know, but at least this one wasn't as bad as London."
It was right about then that she realized that this was not her room in the hotel, but was, instead, someplace she hadn't seen in years. She squeed, that kind of noise that started as an excited squeal and edged up into 'only-dogs-can-hear-it' range rather quickly, "Oh. My. GOSH! I thought I'd never see this place again! I thought I'd made it up!"
After that she bounded across the room, attempted to hug Bar, and then settled for glomping random patrons, feel free to tell her to let go.
As evidenced by a
It was right about then that she realized that this was not her room in the hotel, but was, instead, someplace she hadn't seen in years. She squeed, that kind of noise that started as an excited squeal and edged up into 'only-dogs-can-hear-it' range rather quickly, "Oh. My. GOSH! I thought I'd never see this place again! I thought I'd made it up!"
After that she bounded across the room, attempted to hug Bar, and then settled for glomping random patrons, feel free to tell her to let go.
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Jan. 14th, 2008 12:58 pmworks-in-space.livejournal.comJim is nursing a cup of coffee and reviewing the duty rosters. Nothing that anyone would call exciting, but there are times of late when Jim has begun to think that Starfleet seems rather intent on being a lot duller than he recalled.
Come say hi and take his mind off work.
Come say hi and take his mind off work.
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Jan. 14th, 2008 12:58 pmcashmere_blazerYou've got to ac- cent- tchuate the positive
E- lim- minate the negative
Latch on to the affirmative
Don't mess with Mister In-Between...
A well-cut suit, silk tie, two-tone shoes.
A cocked eyebrow.
A dry statement: "Okay, this is new."
There was a bar where his office should've been, so it was obvious that somebody somewhere possessed a very perverse sense of humor. What wasn't as obvious was how the hell his office got swapped out for this damn bar.
C'mon. Try to convince this detective that he is indeed sober.
[Tags: Jack Vincennes]
E- lim- minate the negative
Latch on to the affirmative
Don't mess with Mister In-Between...
A well-cut suit, silk tie, two-tone shoes.
A cocked eyebrow.
A dry statement: "Okay, this is new."
There was a bar where his office should've been, so it was obvious that somebody somewhere possessed a very perverse sense of humor. What wasn't as obvious was how the hell his office got swapped out for this damn bar.
C'mon. Try to convince this detective that he is indeed sober.
[Tags: Jack Vincennes]
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Jan. 14th, 2008 01:42 pmartfowler.livejournal.comAny – relatively speaking – normal twelve year old might not like caviar. In fact, the very sight of caviar might make them screw up their faces in revulsion and proclaim (loudly) just how disgusting it is. But Artemis has never been a – relatively speaking – normal boy.
Bar seems to think otherwise though.
Because instead of the fish eggs on thin, dry toast that he asked for, She produces the most delicious looking burger that probably anyone has ever seen, along with chips and a chocolate milkshake, for his lunch this afternoon. And to top it off, a waitrat – Artemis's favorite waitrat, to be precise – comes bearing a new set of clothes for him. Not his dry-cleaned designer Gucci suit that would've fit perfectly, but a pair of baggy jeans and a washed-out t-shirt.
He feels so very much betrayed by this and is not above bargaining (at least, right now he's not): "I don't suppose subjecting me to this humility will constitute in unlocking the door on your part, will it?"
Of course, there's no response, but he'll take the off chance that She might help him out.
And thus, this is how Artemis Fowl - of all people, young and old - came to be sitting at the bar, grudgingly eating the burger and sipping at the milkshake, and wearing the most atrocious set of clothes that he has ever been forced to wear yet.
Woe, is most certainly him.
(Though the burger is not so bad...)
Bar seems to think otherwise though.
Because instead of the fish eggs on thin, dry toast that he asked for, She produces the most delicious looking burger that probably anyone has ever seen, along with chips and a chocolate milkshake, for his lunch this afternoon. And to top it off, a waitrat – Artemis's favorite waitrat, to be precise – comes bearing a new set of clothes for him. Not his dry-cleaned designer Gucci suit that would've fit perfectly, but a pair of baggy jeans and a washed-out t-shirt.
He feels so very much betrayed by this and is not above bargaining (at least, right now he's not): "I don't suppose subjecting me to this humility will constitute in unlocking the door on your part, will it?"
Of course, there's no response, but he'll take the off chance that She might help him out.
And thus, this is how Artemis Fowl - of all people, young and old - came to be sitting at the bar, grudgingly eating the burger and sipping at the milkshake, and wearing the most atrocious set of clothes that he has ever been forced to wear yet.
Woe, is most certainly him.
(Though the burger is not so bad...)
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Jan. 14th, 2008 02:59 pmscurlock[OOM: Doc and Billy realize that some things in the territory, and the town of White Oaks in particular, have changed.
And some things, however, will always stay the same.
Very mild warnings for implied sex, scheming, and NPC death.]
And some things, however, will always stay the same.
Very mild warnings for implied sex, scheming, and NPC death.]
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Jan. 14th, 2008 03:33 pmcalledironeyes.livejournal.comAfter finding out last night that time does not pass in his world while he is here, Marsh closed the door and walked further in. He took a room and a meal last night, and sits at a table with another meal today. He eats without great desperation, but his eyes come back to the glass of water sitting innocently amongst the cutlery as often as they drift to watch the various patrons. His posture is straight, but not rigid, and he has not washed face, hands, or clothing. They are all still covered in the smears of ash from home.
Not a tag-tag for purposes of finding: Marsh
If other tagless people mention it, I'll add their names as well. Responses may be slow due to RL things, but will be picked up as soon as possible.
Not a tag-tag for purposes of finding: Marsh
If other tagless people mention it, I'll add their names as well. Responses may be slow due to RL things, but will be picked up as soon as possible.
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Jan. 14th, 2008 04:21 pmnothawkingbird.livejournal.comThe lengthy sleep helped some, and Kate was now back in the bar again. Not as many bandages today since the fuser yesterday took care of most of the cuts. But there were still various bruises and smaller cuts on her. She had a blanket around her as she lay over by the couches near the fire, and she had a needle and thread with her, along with her costume. The purple material looked worn, and there were gaping holes in spots. Would be easier if she still had her connections in the fashion industry to call upon for repairs, but not now that she had to continue to hide. And needed to stay here to heal from the last conflict. As evidenced by the tea and prescribed ibuprofen on the table by her.
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Jan. 14th, 2008 04:26 pmgrumpyseer.livejournal.com[pre-Milliways: "Not so fast, puppet-master. I'm not done with you." Dialogue lifted from Dominic Deegan Chapter 19, "Snowsong."]
"GOD DAMMIT."
That shout would be coming from the very disgruntled-looking seer who just walked in the door. He storms over to the Bar (to the extent that one can storm anywhere with a cane and a false leg), muttering under his breath the whole way. "Stupid Pam and her stupid community service... I do the town a favor and this is the thanks I get? Ilka tuk tak..."
He sits down heavily; were he a larger man, the stool would probably be in pieces from the force of his drop.
"I NEED A DRINK."
"GOD DAMMIT."
That shout would be coming from the very disgruntled-looking seer who just walked in the door. He storms over to the Bar (to the extent that one can storm anywhere with a cane and a false leg), muttering under his breath the whole way. "Stupid Pam and her stupid community service... I do the town a favor and this is the thanks I get? Ilka tuk tak..."
He sits down heavily; were he a larger man, the stool would probably be in pieces from the force of his drop.
"I NEED A DRINK."
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Jan. 14th, 2008 05:46 pmsignore-treschi.livejournal.comThe next time Milliways decides that the door Tonio is opening is going to take him there, not to his intended destination, is several weeks after his challenge to a duel had been issued an accepted. He is, luckily (or unluckily, depending on one's point of view) dressed in male attire, and carrying his sword.
When the room behind the door is not, as he had expected, the theatre but is instead Milliways, he sighs, and braces himself for some unpleasantness.
When the room behind the door is not, as he had expected, the theatre but is instead Milliways, he sighs, and braces himself for some unpleasantness.
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Jan. 14th, 2008 06:17 pmzombiequeenliz.livejournal.comWhen Liz treks out to the shed in her slippers, she expects to find Shaun and Ed playing video games.
Instead, she finds a pub.
A pub.
"This isn't funny, Shaun," she says, standing in the doorway with a half bewildered, half annoyed look on her face.
... at least it's not the Winchester.
Tinytag: Liz (SotD)
Instead, she finds a pub.
A pub.
"This isn't funny, Shaun," she says, standing in the doorway with a half bewildered, half annoyed look on her face.
... at least it's not the Winchester.
Tinytag: Liz (SotD)
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Jan. 14th, 2008 07:15 pmostro_gothAfter speaking briefly to the eunuch - Marc Antonio Treschi, the name was? - Teja walks around, looking which of the men that agreed to witness the duel are around and can be found at short notice.
Toki is by the fire, doing his usual contortions; so who else is there?
[[OOC: People that Teja asked to be witnesses of the duel, and that happen to be online right now, can tag in here for brief threadage, and then Teja will lead them outside to the duel post proper.]]
Toki is by the fire, doing his usual contortions; so who else is there?
[[OOC: People that Teja asked to be witnesses of the duel, and that happen to be online right now, can tag in here for brief threadage, and then Teja will lead them outside to the duel post proper.]]
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Jan. 14th, 2008 07:17 pmnotaprincessyet.livejournal.comThe fall never does seem to end. All things do end, just as all stories start with 'once upon a time'. In Giselle's case, her fall - nay, journey - ends in a bath of stars. At first, they seem beautiful. She stares at them in wonder. But wonder fades quickly as they begin to attack. She gasps for help, for air, for something.
Seconds later a new journey begins. She's shot across the universes and when she comes to, Giselle finds herself (three dimensional) in a dark cavern. But look! There's light shining through those holes on the ground in front of her. She uses it to explore her hands and hair carefully (not a bit out of place, despite her horrible journey). Her attention then turns to the holes as she pokes at them experimentally. Giselle musters all her courage. This light has to be the way out and back to Andalasia.
A circular piece of floor is shifted away as the young maiden pushes up the lid. She climbs out carefully, eager to see that Edward has banished the old woman and rescued her. But she stops climbing halfway.
What Giselle sees isn't the castle, isn't anything close to Andalasia. It's Milliways Bar.
"Oh my."
[ooc: mun is falling asleep as of 10 pm est. slowtime please?]
Seconds later a new journey begins. She's shot across the universes and when she comes to, Giselle finds herself (three dimensional) in a dark cavern. But look! There's light shining through those holes on the ground in front of her. She uses it to explore her hands and hair carefully (not a bit out of place, despite her horrible journey). Her attention then turns to the holes as she pokes at them experimentally. Giselle musters all her courage. This light has to be the way out and back to Andalasia.
A circular piece of floor is shifted away as the young maiden pushes up the lid. She climbs out carefully, eager to see that Edward has banished the old woman and rescued her. But she stops climbing halfway.
What Giselle sees isn't the castle, isn't anything close to Andalasia. It's Milliways Bar.
"Oh my."
[ooc: mun is falling asleep as of 10 pm est. slowtime please?]
First Entry Post
Jan. 14th, 2008 07:37 pmchildofathosAt the end of any day, Teyla simply wishes to return to her quarters and meditate before bed.
At the end of this day, when she opens the door to her quarters and walks through, the room she enters is not conducive to meditation. Walking from world to world is part of her daily routine, but she finds this change to be a bit of a shock.
Still, she's not one to panic, so she scans the room for someone likely to be able to tell her where she is.
At the end of this day, when she opens the door to her quarters and walks through, the room she enters is not conducive to meditation. Walking from world to world is part of her daily routine, but she finds this change to be a bit of a shock.
Still, she's not one to panic, so she scans the room for someone likely to be able to tell her where she is.
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Jan. 14th, 2008 07:42 pmaction_radOnce he's finished with Lissar, he heads to his quarters to gather up what he intends to bring with him.
And now that he has everything he needs [namely, "Manwatching: A Field Guide to Human Behaviour", by Desmond Morris, an iPod, and some energon goodies], he's about as ready as he's going to be to visit Bumblebee in the cells.
It isn't fair, but it could've been a lot worse...
He just needs to look about for someone on security to take him downstairs...
[For Belar. P & TY.]
And now that he has everything he needs [namely, "Manwatching: A Field Guide to Human Behaviour", by Desmond Morris, an iPod, and some energon goodies], he's about as ready as he's going to be to visit Bumblebee in the cells.
It isn't fair, but it could've been a lot worse...
He just needs to look about for someone on security to take him downstairs...
[For Belar. P & TY.]
Duel by the lake!
Jan. 14th, 2008 07:54 pmostro_gothOutside, by the lake, there is a spot where people like to practice with their weapons. Archery butts are sometimes set up here, or training bouts. It is an even bit, the snow hardened even now by the many feet that have trampled it in the last few days.
It is cold, of course, and the breath clearly shows in the brisk winter air; but it's not actually snowing now, and the sky is a mottled white-blue, the sun slightly veiled so it will not inconveniently shine into anybody's eyes in a decisive moment.
In the background, the back entrance to Milliways (it looks just like any normal building from here) can be seen; the sun glitters on the ice of the lake, and on the open water in the Caribbean inlet, not far away. The forge and other outbuildings are snowy roofs in the middle distance.
This is where Teja leads Tonio and the witnesses.
[[OOC: Anyone is welcome to watch and to react and mingle and rubberneck in a separate thread; the main thread is for the duel itself, and maybe a reaction or two from the witnesses at the beginning and the end. Coordination happens in 'duelchat' on AIM. Thanks!]]
It is cold, of course, and the breath clearly shows in the brisk winter air; but it's not actually snowing now, and the sky is a mottled white-blue, the sun slightly veiled so it will not inconveniently shine into anybody's eyes in a decisive moment.
In the background, the back entrance to Milliways (it looks just like any normal building from here) can be seen; the sun glitters on the ice of the lake, and on the open water in the Caribbean inlet, not far away. The forge and other outbuildings are snowy roofs in the middle distance.
This is where Teja leads Tonio and the witnesses.
[[OOC: Anyone is welcome to watch and to react and mingle and rubberneck in a separate thread; the main thread is for the duel itself, and maybe a reaction or two from the witnesses at the beginning and the end. Coordination happens in 'duelchat' on AIM. Thanks!]]
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Jan. 14th, 2008 08:08 pmbugsandslimeRube Goldberg never had it this good.
Boys like their toys. Even when they are otherwise responsible, productive, PhD-wielding grown-ups. And this one is a masterpiece. Hodgins has spent the better part of the afternoon constructing it; an elaborate maze of colorful plastic pipe and tubing, fishing line, magnets, miniature gears and pulleys, two mouse traps, a wind-up monkey with cymbals, a kitchen timer, a golf ball, three #2 pencils, a slinky, a plastic funnel, a toy car, a dozen paperclips, a strategically placed spork, a pack of matches, and a small bright red firecracker.
Holding his breath, Hodgins drops a marble out the starting gate.
To his delight, the elements of his contraption whir, spin, revolve, swing, roll, snap, and turn like clockwork. Right down to the grand finale--a lit match that swings around to touch the wick of the tiny bundle of black powder.
CRACK!
Boys like their toys. Even when they are otherwise responsible, productive, PhD-wielding grown-ups. And this one is a masterpiece. Hodgins has spent the better part of the afternoon constructing it; an elaborate maze of colorful plastic pipe and tubing, fishing line, magnets, miniature gears and pulleys, two mouse traps, a wind-up monkey with cymbals, a kitchen timer, a golf ball, three #2 pencils, a slinky, a plastic funnel, a toy car, a dozen paperclips, a strategically placed spork, a pack of matches, and a small bright red firecracker.
Holding his breath, Hodgins drops a marble out the starting gate.
To his delight, the elements of his contraption whir, spin, revolve, swing, roll, snap, and turn like clockwork. Right down to the grand finale--a lit match that swings around to touch the wick of the tiny bundle of black powder.
CRACK!
An Excursion from the Lake
Jan. 14th, 2008 08:17 pmfeederofpigeons.livejournal.comThe odd sound of wet rubber slapping against the sleek floor should be explained if one were to look to the entrance, from where Control was walking in, looking calm and content with himself. If one had only caught glimpse of his face rather than what he was wearing, they probably would have incorrectly assumed that he was just another patron walking in with a smile.
Most people, however, noticed his outfit first.
He was dressed normally, as any sensible man could be, in black pinstriped suit jacket, a white dress shirt and a flower decorated red tie that completely failed to cooperate with either of them. This formal appearance held true right down to his waist, from where he was clad only in his striped boxers and a pair of neon green flippers.
He was also, as could be expected when one is wearing a pair of neon green flippers, sopping wet, the water from his sleeves coalescing at his shirt cuffs before dripping off onto the floor. If one was a detective, or just someone who noticed these things, they could probably guess that he had just come from the lake. Barely ten minutes ago, in fact, if the rather large puddle that Control had managed to create was anything to go by. He ignored the water and waddled his flipper clad feet to the Bar, sat down, crossed his ankles, and asked for a cup of coffee.
The story may be an interesting one. And detrimental to the mental health.
[OOC: Completely useless excuse to use that picture? You don't say.]
Most people, however, noticed his outfit first.
He was dressed normally, as any sensible man could be, in black pinstriped suit jacket, a white dress shirt and a flower decorated red tie that completely failed to cooperate with either of them. This formal appearance held true right down to his waist, from where he was clad only in his striped boxers and a pair of neon green flippers.
He was also, as could be expected when one is wearing a pair of neon green flippers, sopping wet, the water from his sleeves coalescing at his shirt cuffs before dripping off onto the floor. If one was a detective, or just someone who noticed these things, they could probably guess that he had just come from the lake. Barely ten minutes ago, in fact, if the rather large puddle that Control had managed to create was anything to go by. He ignored the water and waddled his flipper clad feet to the Bar, sat down, crossed his ankles, and asked for a cup of coffee.
The story may be an interesting one. And detrimental to the mental health.
[OOC: Completely useless excuse to use that picture? You don't say.]
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Jan. 14th, 2008 08:28 pmsmart-house.livejournal.com[OOM: Back in Eureka --
A test fails horribly.
Except really, really not, and Stark and Congressman Farraday visit Section Five.]
A test fails horribly.
Except really, really not, and Stark and Congressman Farraday visit Section Five.]
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Jan. 14th, 2008 08:44 pmbringonthewonderIt's funny how much a little bit of hypnotism can change your perspective, even if all you thought you were getting out of it was attacked by a giant wasp.
(Wasps symbolize anger and jealousy, in dream theory. Bees are good, though. There's no chance this was a bee.)
Angela was worried, very worried, about the whole hypnotism thing. Because Angela believes, among other things, in the power of the story, or the narrative, of the tale. And generally speaking, when you track down the mystery man you married on a whim in the tropics, the story doesn't end with you divorcing him and marrying the man in the office next to yours, even if you want it to. And maybe . . . maybe it's better to just back away.
(This isn't rational. But if you haven't figured out yet that Angela isn't quite starting at the same baseline of sanity as everyone else, you haven't been paying attention.)
But now they've sorted out the meaning of the wasp, and they've got a photograph and a name, and if they haven't found the actual groom yet, well, it's looking more like it might just be a matter of time. And Angela's decided she is not going to let narrative conventions dictate the outcome of her life.
Angela wants a divorce. And then Angela wants a wedding.
But first, Angela wants a drink. And that's why she's found a spot by over by the fireplace, ordered a glass of wine, and pulled out her sketch pad.
(Wasps symbolize anger and jealousy, in dream theory. Bees are good, though. There's no chance this was a bee.)
Angela was worried, very worried, about the whole hypnotism thing. Because Angela believes, among other things, in the power of the story, or the narrative, of the tale. And generally speaking, when you track down the mystery man you married on a whim in the tropics, the story doesn't end with you divorcing him and marrying the man in the office next to yours, even if you want it to. And maybe . . . maybe it's better to just back away.
(This isn't rational. But if you haven't figured out yet that Angela isn't quite starting at the same baseline of sanity as everyone else, you haven't been paying attention.)
But now they've sorted out the meaning of the wasp, and they've got a photograph and a name, and if they haven't found the actual groom yet, well, it's looking more like it might just be a matter of time. And Angela's decided she is not going to let narrative conventions dictate the outcome of her life.
Angela wants a divorce. And then Angela wants a wedding.
But first, Angela wants a drink. And that's why she's found a spot by over by the fireplace, ordered a glass of wine, and pulled out her sketch pad.
First entrance post
Jan. 14th, 2008 08:47 pmsingintheoven.livejournal.comThe pounding of the music on the radio, the warmth of the Scotch, the scent of leather and aftershave.
The nearness of Tommy.
The sudden appearance of the news truck--the screech of brakes and tires--the sickening lurching panic, and then--
(--nothingness--)
A tired-looking blonde in badly-smudged makeup (and clothes on par with a fashion-challenged, colorblind stripper) stumbles through the door into the bar, a suitcase in each hand. She catches herself before she can fall, but by the time she turns back to look at the door, it is long gone.
She looks around, with a resigned, unsurprised expression as though this weren't the strangest thing to happen to her today (which it isn't).
"Great," Hedwig mutters. "Hell is a fucking bar."
But bars mean drinks, and a drink seems like the perfect thing right now, so toward the bar she goes.
The nearness of Tommy.
The sudden appearance of the news truck--the screech of brakes and tires--the sickening lurching panic, and then--
(--nothingness--)
A tired-looking blonde in badly-smudged makeup (and clothes on par with a fashion-challenged, colorblind stripper) stumbles through the door into the bar, a suitcase in each hand. She catches herself before she can fall, but by the time she turns back to look at the door, it is long gone.
She looks around, with a resigned, unsurprised expression as though this weren't the strangest thing to happen to her today (which it isn't).
"Great," Hedwig mutters. "Hell is a fucking bar."
But bars mean drinks, and a drink seems like the perfect thing right now, so toward the bar she goes.
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Jan. 14th, 2008 09:57 pmscurlock[OOM: Just outside the front door, a gunbattle rages.
Thankfully for our outlaw heroes, Milliways has a habit of putting doors in the most helpful places.]
The Front Door kicks open, and anyone in the bar will be able to hear the very familiar sound of gunshots, rifles and sixshooters, shotguns, as well as the distinct sound of horses and the voices of several grown men yelling a variety of colorful words.
Then:
"AHHHHHHHHH!!!! BILLY!!!! LOOK OUT FOR THE DOOR!!!"
Doc's horse flies through the opening along with a cloud of sand and dust, and as soon as the animal gets in the door, it stops short because, hello, IT IS IN A BAR THAT WAS NOT THERE TWO SECONDS AGO.
The cowboy on the back of said horse, is also covered in dirt, and as soon as the horse stops, Doc yells and goes vaulting over the front of the horse, hitting the barfloor with a thud. Sand would have hurt a lot less.
There's the sound of hooves right behind and more yelling, which prompts Doc to drag himself up and try and get the horse to calm down, and out of the way, because Billy is right behind.
[ooc: Two pups, two horses, two muns, have at it. Eventually the horses will go out the back. XD EDIT: Feel free to tag this if you see it when you wake up, we've got no problem with leaving it open for awhile.]
Thankfully for our outlaw heroes, Milliways has a habit of putting doors in the most helpful places.]
The Front Door kicks open, and anyone in the bar will be able to hear the very familiar sound of gunshots, rifles and sixshooters, shotguns, as well as the distinct sound of horses and the voices of several grown men yelling a variety of colorful words.
Then:
"AHHHHHHHHH!!!! BILLY!!!! LOOK OUT FOR THE DOOR!!!"
Doc's horse flies through the opening along with a cloud of sand and dust, and as soon as the animal gets in the door, it stops short because, hello, IT IS IN A BAR THAT WAS NOT THERE TWO SECONDS AGO.
The cowboy on the back of said horse, is also covered in dirt, and as soon as the horse stops, Doc yells and goes vaulting over the front of the horse, hitting the barfloor with a thud. Sand would have hurt a lot less.
There's the sound of hooves right behind and more yelling, which prompts Doc to drag himself up and try and get the horse to calm down, and out of the way, because Billy is right behind.
[ooc: Two pups, two horses, two muns, have at it. Eventually the horses will go out the back. XD EDIT: Feel free to tag this if you see it when you wake up, we've got no problem with leaving it open for awhile.]
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Jan. 14th, 2008 10:00 pmsaebelrassler.livejournal.comThere's a hand-written note up at the bar:
He means the last one as a joke. Probably.
Anyway, look out, Milliways, there's a blue man with a deck of cards here. Kurt has somehow also aquired a card-shark's visor, possibly from the same wait-rat that brought the cards and old case of chips. At the moment, he's shuffling, and waiting to see if anyone feels like playing. Spoon is also at the table, though he may be polishing his armor a bit longer before joining in.
You're also free to just stop by and chat. He's a friendly guy.
((Spoon included with permission, but his mun is afk until 11:30 pst, so he's just hanging out until further notice, in case the mood takes her later.))
Friendly Poker Game, Round Table By The Fireplace. All Players Welcome. No Money, Favors or Souls Involved. He means the last one as a joke. Probably.
Anyway, look out, Milliways, there's a blue man with a deck of cards here. Kurt has somehow also aquired a card-shark's visor, possibly from the same wait-rat that brought the cards and old case of chips. At the moment, he's shuffling, and waiting to see if anyone feels like playing. Spoon is also at the table, though he may be polishing his armor a bit longer before joining in.
You're also free to just stop by and chat. He's a friendly guy.
((Spoon included with permission, but his mun is afk until 11:30 pst, so he's just hanging out until further notice, in case the mood takes her later.))
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Jan. 14th, 2008 10:12 pmhowling_laughThe front door is carefully propped open with a toolbox, and Coyote comes in, pushing her motorcycle along beside her. Her clothes are streaked with grease and dirt, and her hair is pulled back in a high bun. When she finally looks up, she blinks, and realizes this is not her garage.
Well. One place indoors is as good as any. Plus, this one has access to tools she has probably never even heard of before. She wheels the bike to a spot more out of the way than 'directly in front of the door' and starts setting up for some repairs.
The bike looks like this, except for a large amount of scratches and dings in the paint and metal. There's also some minor reassembly to do. Coyote gets herself a beer, spreads out a worn tarp to catch stains, and sets to it.
Well. One place indoors is as good as any. Plus, this one has access to tools she has probably never even heard of before. She wheels the bike to a spot more out of the way than 'directly in front of the door' and starts setting up for some repairs.
The bike looks like this, except for a large amount of scratches and dings in the paint and metal. There's also some minor reassembly to do. Coyote gets herself a beer, spreads out a worn tarp to catch stains, and sets to it.
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Jan. 14th, 2008 10:22 pmgone_byebyeRay's got the grappler all fixed and ready to go, and earlier he tested the training lightsaber out on his own. It works nicely and it is thoroughly incapable of cutting off any body parts, but it hurts like anything regardless. That kind of thing can be useful.
He still feels a little guilty about putting saber technology into the hands of somebody who's not going to be a padawan, but given the nature of Tyler's world, somebody's probably already moved beyond saber technology by now and Tyler just doesn't know it yet.
So, for now, Ray is seated at one of the tables with a clear view of a lot of the room, reading Ghosts Vivisected: An impartial inquiry into their Manners, Habits, Mentality, Motives, and Physical Construction, by A. M. W. Stirling, and waiting to see if he can't catch Tyler to give him his stuff. But he could totally be bothered!
[OOC: Still open for tagging even though this post was put up yesterday.]
He still feels a little guilty about putting saber technology into the hands of somebody who's not going to be a padawan, but given the nature of Tyler's world, somebody's probably already moved beyond saber technology by now and Tyler just doesn't know it yet.
So, for now, Ray is seated at one of the tables with a clear view of a lot of the room, reading Ghosts Vivisected: An impartial inquiry into their Manners, Habits, Mentality, Motives, and Physical Construction, by A. M. W. Stirling, and waiting to see if he can't catch Tyler to give him his stuff. But he could totally be bothered!
[OOC: Still open for tagging even though this post was put up yesterday.]
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Jan. 14th, 2008 10:53 pmguppy_sandhu[oom: Coping Strategies. Borrowed boyzone lyrics.]
Guppy's in one corner of the bar, knitting a little jumper with fish on it.
Seems a shame not to finish what he started.
He might not meet your eye at first, but he'd quite like company.
Guppy's in one corner of the bar, knitting a little jumper with fish on it.
Seems a shame not to finish what he started.
He might not meet your eye at first, but he'd quite like company.
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Jan. 14th, 2008 11:49 pmweeper-of-blood.livejournal.comMillitime is a curious thing.
For Le Chiffre, it's finally his time to return from certain events that happened outside Milliways. It was a short trip out, but the company was pleasant enough and the activity was enjoyable for the both. It's done him the world of good.
Getting cleaned up will be his main priority, but right after he's had a hefty dose of vodka and a cigarette.
So there's a villain leaning at the bar, smoking, drinking and looking massively pleased with himself. Oh, and splattered in blood, but with a black suit on it's only some curious dark stains all across his shirt, and there's only a bit of dried but still crimson smudges across his face and covering his hands.
See. Innocent.
( ooc: Link is a previously posted oom, but still: contains some violency stuff. And stuff. )
For Le Chiffre, it's finally his time to return from certain events that happened outside Milliways. It was a short trip out, but the company was pleasant enough and the activity was enjoyable for the both. It's done him the world of good.
Getting cleaned up will be his main priority, but right after he's had a hefty dose of vodka and a cigarette.
So there's a villain leaning at the bar, smoking, drinking and looking massively pleased with himself. Oh, and splattered in blood, but with a black suit on it's only some curious dark stains all across his shirt, and there's only a bit of dried but still crimson smudges across his face and covering his hands.
See. Innocent.
( ooc: Link is a previously posted oom, but still: contains some violency stuff. And stuff. )
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Jan. 14th, 2008 11:49 pmcheevy.livejournal.comSo what happens when you lose a drinking contest with a rock god?
This happens. With a side order of this. Or -- due to the inherent unreliability of substituting links where a good old-fashioned text-based description should be -- Miniver is in the bar wearing a pink polka-dotted frilly dress and a belt with rubber duckies on it. Bar, who had clearly been made aware of the bet, had simply blinked Miniver's clothing into this as soon as he came in. Which is good, really, because otherwise, Miniver may not have been able to figure out how to get the damn thing on. Women... really... who puts a zipper where no one can reach, or makes clothing with approximately 8,000 layers of frilly crap no one can see?
Well, the bet stipulated he had to wear it... but Toki never said he couldn't HIDE. So more or less hiding he is, having stuffed himself into the corner of a booth, pressed up against the wall, reading the biggest book he could get hold of.
If you can find him, you can laugh at him!
[ooc: Because the mun did MEAN to do this during the daytime but was prevented by work and kidnapping, and because the mun is fairly sure there may be Certain People in strange time zones who'd appreciate the opportunity to mock, this EP will be open all of Tuesday.]
This happens. With a side order of this. Or -- due to the inherent unreliability of substituting links where a good old-fashioned text-based description should be -- Miniver is in the bar wearing a pink polka-dotted frilly dress and a belt with rubber duckies on it. Bar, who had clearly been made aware of the bet, had simply blinked Miniver's clothing into this as soon as he came in. Which is good, really, because otherwise, Miniver may not have been able to figure out how to get the damn thing on. Women... really... who puts a zipper where no one can reach, or makes clothing with approximately 8,000 layers of frilly crap no one can see?
Well, the bet stipulated he had to wear it... but Toki never said he couldn't HIDE. So more or less hiding he is, having stuffed himself into the corner of a booth, pressed up against the wall, reading the biggest book he could get hold of.
If you can find him, you can laugh at him!
[ooc: Because the mun did MEAN to do this during the daytime but was prevented by work and kidnapping, and because the mun is fairly sure there may be Certain People in strange time zones who'd appreciate the opportunity to mock, this EP will be open all of Tuesday.]
