Jan. 31st, 2008
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Jan. 31st, 2008 01:08 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
dm-bakura.livejournal.comBakura is not an accomplished woodsman. Or even a woodsman of any sort.
He is, in fact, a geek.
So the fact that he's out in the forest, looking around for sticks roughly the thickness of his fingers is probably incredibly noticeable to any that may be paying attention.
He is, in fact, a geek.
So the fact that he's out in the forest, looking around for sticks roughly the thickness of his fingers is probably incredibly noticeable to any that may be paying attention.
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Jan. 31st, 2008 07:45 ambushel-o-apples.livejournal.comThe door opens, showing a hint of candlelight in a dark room on the other side before Barbossa steps through, blocking the sight as he closes the door behind his back. There's one neatly folded and sealed sheet of paper in one hand and a nice green apple in the other. With a faint smile, he sets both together on a corner of the counter, the letter clearly addressed.
This done, he places a silver piece of eight on the countertop.
"Señora, would you be so kind as to provide me with some rum and a small pitcher of lime juice? It'd do me a power of good."
After which he limps over to a booth to settle down with his drink and the small leather-bound book he has been carrying around lately.
( To Jack Sparrow )
This done, he places a silver piece of eight on the countertop.
"Señora, would you be so kind as to provide me with some rum and a small pitcher of lime juice? It'd do me a power of good."
After which he limps over to a booth to settle down with his drink and the small leather-bound book he has been carrying around lately.
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Jan. 31st, 2008 09:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gone_byebyeRay went back to Nunavut briefly earlier today and discovered that the assembly was still waiting for the Finns to arrive. Given what the Sami contingent of Project Pohjola is supposed to be capable of, he figures that's a good reason not to start deploying just yet. He came back to Milliways rather than wait in the Ministry of Extraordinary Threats hangar, because honestly? Anywhere is warmer than northern Nunavut right now. Yes, even Antarctica- it's summer in the land Really Down Under.
He's out back at the moment, with his training drone, his lightsaber, and his proton pack. The way he figures it, he's got to be ready to use either at a moment's notice if reality rips open in the high Arctic, so if he can't dodge or deflect incoming drone fire with a nuclear accelerator on his back then he's probably going to get splattered by something hideous and tentacular back home.
For all that he looks like some kind of Force-blind fur-bearing mammal (hooray for 1930s winter survival gear) with a load of tech strapped to its back, he's still doing a pretty good job against the drone. Practice pays off after enough years at it.
He could probably be interrupted without catastrophic results.
He's out back at the moment, with his training drone, his lightsaber, and his proton pack. The way he figures it, he's got to be ready to use either at a moment's notice if reality rips open in the high Arctic, so if he can't dodge or deflect incoming drone fire with a nuclear accelerator on his back then he's probably going to get splattered by something hideous and tentacular back home.
For all that he looks like some kind of Force-blind fur-bearing mammal (hooray for 1930s winter survival gear) with a load of tech strapped to its back, he's still doing a pretty good job against the drone. Practice pays off after enough years at it.
He could probably be interrupted without catastrophic results.
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Jan. 31st, 2008 10:56 amstubborn-annie.livejournal.comBecause one cannot be idle forever while waiting to find out what will happen in the matter of matters at Wolfram and Hart, Annie Wells has been baking again. The results- pain au chocolat, this time- are stacked neatly on a tray in front of her. An ingredients list with nutritional information is propped up to one side of the tray. To the other is a note indicating that while the pastries are free, the baker expects commentary on their quality, and also horrible painful death is offered to anyone who attempts to alter the content or effects of the pastry in any way whatsoever.
She and Harry have both been at Milliways far too often not to remember how that goes.
She and Harry have both been at Milliways far too often not to remember how that goes.
...because it can always get worse
Jan. 31st, 2008 10:56 amhunter-legend.livejournal.com[pre-milliways: If you get knocked down get up again / we ain't a-gonna grieve no more.]
It's a shock, having a body again. Between one step and another, even.
There's all these things you don't realize you feel, like the earth under your feet and the air against your skin and the clothing you're wearing and knots of muscle in your back and the grit in your eyes and the cold Coke can in your hand. Shit, it's even moist.
And it's a bigger shock to realize you're not in the body you've broken in, broken down, built up. There's no gray in this beard; hell, there's no beard. The muscles might be knotted but the bones haven't been cracked and broken and splintered. Everything seems new and fresh and God above, good. He has an arm and he can move it. He has feet and he can step. He has eyes and he closes them for a moment just because he can.
And it's great. It's... it's the greatest relief he's ever felt. Until he realizes where he is.
I can't tell them.
There's a slight misstep as he makes his way to the bar.
I can't tell them anything.
Just one.
I can't--
Before he sits at the counter and, feeling like it's all at once the most amazing and the most terrible thing in the world, makes his order.
No goodbyes. No help. I can't tell them what's to come. I can't tell them anything.
"Coffee."
[ooc: if your character is psychic, please ping][1:41pm: pause needed; work is being evil] [tentatively back; still at work, though]
It's a shock, having a body again. Between one step and another, even.
There's all these things you don't realize you feel, like the earth under your feet and the air against your skin and the clothing you're wearing and knots of muscle in your back and the grit in your eyes and the cold Coke can in your hand. Shit, it's even moist.
And it's a bigger shock to realize you're not in the body you've broken in, broken down, built up. There's no gray in this beard; hell, there's no beard. The muscles might be knotted but the bones haven't been cracked and broken and splintered. Everything seems new and fresh and God above, good. He has an arm and he can move it. He has feet and he can step. He has eyes and he closes them for a moment just because he can.
And it's great. It's... it's the greatest relief he's ever felt. Until he realizes where he is.
I can't tell them.
There's a slight misstep as he makes his way to the bar.
I can't tell them anything.
Just one.
I can't--
Before he sits at the counter and, feeling like it's all at once the most amazing and the most terrible thing in the world, makes his order.
No goodbyes. No help. I can't tell them what's to come. I can't tell them anything.
"Coffee."
[ooc: if your character is psychic, please ping]
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Jan. 31st, 2008 01:26 pmkillitwithfireAxel is not occupying the couch by the fire. Nor is he sitting at the bar, nor is he occupying a space near the window, or....
Well.
As it happens, he's sitting at a table strewn with circuit boards, wires, translucent, faintly glowing crystals, a few books, and an assortment of tools that say plainly to the world, I am building a computer.
At the moment, as it happens, he's twirling a very small screwdriver, and consulting a small black book with the cover folded back, and frowning slightly.
Well.
As it happens, he's sitting at a table strewn with circuit boards, wires, translucent, faintly glowing crystals, a few books, and an assortment of tools that say plainly to the world, I am building a computer.
At the moment, as it happens, he's twirling a very small screwdriver, and consulting a small black book with the cover folded back, and frowning slightly.
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Jan. 31st, 2008 03:15 pmshuftiShufti has been outside, shooting crossbow bolts at the targets. Target practice seemed to attract odd looks from the neighbours at home, especially the poor boy with the newspapers who came around the back to apologise for their paper being wet.
She's wearing her army jacket again today, Security badge pinned to one side. Crossbow on one side of her belt, baby moniter on the other, she goes to the bar and gets a plate of peanut butter sandwiches.
She's wearing her army jacket again today, Security badge pinned to one side. Crossbow on one side of her belt, baby moniter on the other, she goes to the bar and gets a plate of peanut butter sandwiches.
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Jan. 31st, 2008 05:12 pmwhattattoos.livejournal.comSo Milliways is pretty much always weird, which explains why Myri is currently behind the Bar, slowly writing down the specials in all-caps. The book of Aurebesh-to-Alphabet letters that Bar provided her is helping, but it still takes a couple of minutes for her to finish chalking them onto the board.
When she's done, it reads:
GREEN GALAXY
REACTOR CORE
FIZZBREW
WHYREN'S RESERVE
TIP AND GET A FREE CARD TRICK
That done, she pulls out a deck of sabacc cards and begins to shuffle them, occasionally pausing to push her hair out of her eyes.
[ooc:Here until about 7pm EST, then back at about 8 and staying until 10. :D Gone for an hour or so. Back later! Back!]
When she's done, it reads:
REACTOR CORE
FIZZBREW
WHYREN'S RESERVE
TIP AND GET A FREE CARD TRICK
That done, she pulls out a deck of sabacc cards and begins to shuffle them, occasionally pausing to push her hair out of her eyes.
[ooc:
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Jan. 31st, 2008 06:11 pmnot-a-wizard.livejournal.comTelemain hasn't been in the bar in months. Which is why he doesn't expect his door to open to it, which is why he doesn't look up from the book he's reading while he walks, which is why he collides with a chair.
"Oh my," he manages, a few long moments later when it's all sunk in.
"Oh my," he manages, a few long moments later when it's all sunk in.
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Jan. 31st, 2008 06:56 pmgrumpyseer.livejournal.com[pre-Milliways: Getting the call. Contains spoilers for "The Shadow of Siegfried."]
An unexpected vacation sounds like a good idea in theory. In practice, it can be a real pain in the butt. Dominic has to arrange for a substitute teacher for his class, get leave time for Luna, and convince Pam to let him off the hook for his 'community service' for a few days. At least he doesn't have to get a cat-sitter for Spark.
So, here we find a seer at the bar, taking a break from the hustle and bustle of packing. He's botherable, if somewhat crankier than usual.
An unexpected vacation sounds like a good idea in theory. In practice, it can be a real pain in the butt. Dominic has to arrange for a substitute teacher for his class, get leave time for Luna, and convince Pam to let him off the hook for his 'community service' for a few days. At least he doesn't have to get a cat-sitter for Spark.
So, here we find a seer at the bar, taking a break from the hustle and bustle of packing. He's botherable, if somewhat crankier than usual.
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Jan. 31st, 2008 08:14 pmlivewithrats.livejournal.comKrycek is sitting sideways in a comfy chair near the fire, pondering existence over a pomegranate.
He's not actually eating it, he's just sort of... staring at it. It may hold the mysteries of the Universe! You never know.
Tinytag: Mary Jensen
He's not actually eating it, he's just sort of... staring at it. It may hold the mysteries of the Universe! You never know.
Tinytag: Mary Jensen
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Jan. 31st, 2008 09:13 pmmistressmaryquitecontraryMary's not quite as cross as she has been in previous days.
This is in part because she's growing - if not accustomed, then at least resigned to her new state; the other part is that she's been devoting her energies to a new project.
She's outside now, several feet beyond the greenhouse, eyeing the area judiciously and thinking about how much space she can possibly take up. As far as she's concerned, the more room for growing things, the better, but she's aware that not everyone might view it this way.
This is in part because she's growing - if not accustomed, then at least resigned to her new state; the other part is that she's been devoting her energies to a new project.
She's outside now, several feet beyond the greenhouse, eyeing the area judiciously and thinking about how much space she can possibly take up. As far as she's concerned, the more room for growing things, the better, but she's aware that not everyone might view it this way.
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Jan. 31st, 2008 09:18 pmguppy_sandhu[oom: Ten years have gone so fast]
The door opens, and a young man of about eighteen is thrown in. A large text book is thrown in after him, and hits him on the head.
Anger flashes across his eyes. He turns around, wipes the blood off his nose and yells at the group of boys walking away.
"You know the whole reason why Jake's teaching you a lesson is because you keep doing this to me!"
He slams the door, then goes to pick up the book, smoothing out the pages...
Dark eyes peer through dark curls upwards. He blinks. He stands.
Where the hell am I?
The door opens, and a young man of about eighteen is thrown in. A large text book is thrown in after him, and hits him on the head.
Anger flashes across his eyes. He turns around, wipes the blood off his nose and yells at the group of boys walking away.
"You know the whole reason why Jake's teaching you a lesson is because you keep doing this to me!"
He slams the door, then goes to pick up the book, smoothing out the pages...
Dark eyes peer through dark curls upwards. He blinks. He stands.
Where the hell am I?
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Jan. 31st, 2008 09:47 pmautocommander.livejournal.comWith an odd sound and heavy food, Optimus Prime trudges into Milliways. The door swings closed, and he makes his way to a chair. Settling into it, he looks at a WaitRat.
"What Ironhide drinks. Two of them." Then he leans forward, his head in his hand, emitting a small groan.
He may need distraction.
"What Ironhide drinks. Two of them." Then he leans forward, his head in his hand, emitting a small groan.
He may need distraction.
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Jan. 31st, 2008 10:37 pmthephoenixsings.livejournal.comPhoenix is not having a good day.
In order to make the events of her horrible time at work disappear, she thinks she'll just unlock the door to her room, drop everything on the floor, and then drop herself into bed for the rest of the night.
But she is sorely mistaken.
After all, it's not everyday your hotel room, the one you've been staying at for a few months and have come to know quite well, has been replaced by a bar.
Needless to say, Phoenix is incredibly surprised. And the only thing she can say is "What?"
Would someone care to help the poor girl out? She knows she hasn't taken anything today.
[Tiny tags: Phoenix, Phantom of the Paradise]
In order to make the events of her horrible time at work disappear, she thinks she'll just unlock the door to her room, drop everything on the floor, and then drop herself into bed for the rest of the night.
But she is sorely mistaken.
After all, it's not everyday your hotel room, the one you've been staying at for a few months and have come to know quite well, has been replaced by a bar.
Needless to say, Phoenix is incredibly surprised. And the only thing she can say is "What?"
Would someone care to help the poor girl out? She knows she hasn't taken anything today.
[Tiny tags: Phoenix, Phantom of the Paradise]
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Jan. 31st, 2008 10:37 pmushouldcwhatic.livejournal.comJohnny still had the doll with him, the one that Mary had lost earlier. He had it on the table by him, studying it curiously, and trying to make sense of what had happened. Why his visions reacted like that.
[tiny tags: Thy Kingdom Come, Mary Jensen]
[tiny tags: Thy Kingdom Come, Mary Jensen]
Thy Kingdom Come
Jan. 31st, 2008 11:04 pmburnedbell.livejournal.comToday seemed to be like any other day within the other Between Lands. Mary had grown accustomed to being around the people here even if things back at 'home' were getting worse. The voices shook the ground more often than they had before and harder. So hard at times she wondered how the New Kingdom managed to stand...but she also knew the worst was yet to come.
Sitting on the floor she rocked back and forth slightly playing with the string that held the bell around her neck, singing softly to herself paying no attention to the people around her.
"London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down.
London Bridge is falling down,
My.. fair..."
She heard the whispers first- soft and wailing in the back of her mind drawing her to a stop in her rocking. Mary stood slowly turning her dark, dead eyes toward the corner away from the fireplace where she used to get back to the Old Kingdom. There. They were coming from there. A hesitant step took her a little closer before a sudden gust of cold air swept by her and through the entire commons.
Not once did Mary look as she breathed out a cloud of mist and she spoke, echoing words that were being said somewhere noone should ever have to be."Here they store what came before. Pain and suffering from days of yore. Before and after, tears and laughter. After comes before, before comes after." Pausing she took a deep breath releasing it into another cloud of mist. "Past and future and then, hereafter."
Something was coming.
[tag: Thy Kingdom Come]
Sitting on the floor she rocked back and forth slightly playing with the string that held the bell around her neck, singing softly to herself paying no attention to the people around her.
"London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down.
London Bridge is falling down,
My.. fair..."
She heard the whispers first- soft and wailing in the back of her mind drawing her to a stop in her rocking. Mary stood slowly turning her dark, dead eyes toward the corner away from the fireplace where she used to get back to the Old Kingdom. There. They were coming from there. A hesitant step took her a little closer before a sudden gust of cold air swept by her and through the entire commons.
Not once did Mary look as she breathed out a cloud of mist and she spoke, echoing words that were being said somewhere noone should ever have to be."Here they store what came before. Pain and suffering from days of yore. Before and after, tears and laughter. After comes before, before comes after." Pausing she took a deep breath releasing it into another cloud of mist. "Past and future and then, hereafter."
Something was coming.
[tag: Thy Kingdom Come]
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Jan. 31st, 2008 11:39 pmuntiedtheknotsArtemis has been spending entirely too much time indoors lately, so she picks tonight to go exploring. The bar may be huge, but the outdoors is immense and her first breath of cold air is a deep, satisfied one.
She carries her bow and quiver with her more out of habit than any intention of using them. Turning up her collar, she heads for the woods.
She carries her bow and quiver with her more out of habit than any intention of using them. Turning up her collar, she heads for the woods.
thy kingdom come
Jan. 31st, 2008 11:45 pmlady-of-athens.livejournal.comoom; Sympathy for Lady Vengeance.
belated warning for potentially disturbing imagery and reference to rape.
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Jan. 31st, 2008 11:55 pmshadowsusannah.livejournal.com[OOC: Do you know how cruel God is? How fantastically cruel?
Warnings for gore, offensive language, and an attached reading list.]
Tiny tag: Thy Kingdom Come
Warnings for gore, offensive language, and an attached reading list.]
Tiny tag: Thy Kingdom Come
