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dragonofgrey.livejournal.com(OOM: On Valentine's Day, Draco tries to do something special for Mia, and the clash of cultures and beliefs effectively ruin the night, and possibly bigger things.)
Feb. 16th, 2008
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Feb. 16th, 2008 04:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
action_rad[OOM-of-a-late-nightish-kind: After telling Rodimus what happened during the mission, he told you what was going to be done. Or not done. In the future.
You're not serious about disobeying the Autobot Prime after he told you this.
Are you?]
You're not serious about disobeying the Autobot Prime after he told you this.
Are you?]
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Feb. 16th, 2008 10:00 amwill_scarlett[OOM: Some time away.]
After Valentine's Day and some time in Guppy's world, Will is feeling much better, his back hurts and other things hurt, but for now he's better.
At the moment he's sitting by the fire with a hot chocolate and a book watching the Bar go by.
(OOC: Warnings for sap and teenagers in the OOM and its finished and rather long. Also I'm back and this will be open for a good long time.)
After Valentine's Day and some time in Guppy's world, Will is feeling much better, his back hurts and other things hurt, but for now he's better.
At the moment he's sitting by the fire with a hot chocolate and a book watching the Bar go by.
(OOC: Warnings for sap and teenagers in the OOM and its finished and rather long. Also I'm back and this will be open for a good long time.)
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Feb. 16th, 2008 10:53 amno-sin-but.livejournal.comWhen Marlowe is able to think straight, he will be very grateful for the fact that he had only taken his doublet off before falling asleep. Of course, getting up off the floor when he woke up was...interesting. He can't use his right hand, after all And blood, so much blood, and his head is faint with how much he has lost. As was opening the door of his room, given that his left hand was probably just as soaked with blood as his right.
Somehow, he manages to make it down the stairs and into the Bar, although that's the extent of it. The playwright falls back against the wall, eye closed and breathing ragged.
He's cradling his right hand in his left. And there is blood.
Rather a lot of it.
"Ah...a little...help, anyone?"
[tiny!tag: eirene
Somehow, he manages to make it down the stairs and into the Bar, although that's the extent of it. The playwright falls back against the wall, eye closed and breathing ragged.
He's cradling his right hand in his left. And there is blood.
Rather a lot of it.
"Ah...a little...help, anyone?"
[tiny!tag: eirene
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Feb. 16th, 2008 04:07 pmserene-visions.livejournal.comRebman inna Bar.
She's tucked out of the way at a table between the backdoor and the fireplace, and armed with a cup of tea. How long she has been sitting there is anyone's guess. If directly asked about how she arrived, Vialle will intone her nephew's name with a fondly exasperated look.
Botherable.
[tiny tag: Vialle of Amber; ooc: mun will be around for the next hour or so, then off doing mom things, before returning later to tag madly. EP open until Sunday midnight MST.]
She's tucked out of the way at a table between the backdoor and the fireplace, and armed with a cup of tea. How long she has been sitting there is anyone's guess. If directly asked about how she arrived, Vialle will intone her nephew's name with a fondly exasperated look.
Botherable.
[tiny tag: Vialle of Amber; ooc: mun will be around for the next hour or so, then off doing mom things, before returning later to tag madly. EP open until Sunday midnight MST.]
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Feb. 16th, 2008 05:16 pmazure-mercy.livejournal.comGood thing today's Saturday - Zhaan had to perform some complicated surgery on Kit Marlowe and keep an eye on him all of last night to make sure he didn't have another nightmare. She would not have been in very good shape to hold her usual morning class with Gavroche and Ingress.
She's caught up on the sleep she missed, but doesn't quite feel one hundred percent yet. She's sitting at a table with a cup of tea in her hands and a plate of sweetbread in front of her, watching the Observation Window.
Botherable.
She's caught up on the sleep she missed, but doesn't quite feel one hundred percent yet. She's sitting at a table with a cup of tea in her hands and a plate of sweetbread in front of her, watching the Observation Window.
Botherable.
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Feb. 16th, 2008 05:27 pmnothawkingbird.livejournal.comVacation was over. That much was obvious after speaking with Inari, and then finding a small stack of notes and letters for her at the bar. A quick glance at the infirmary just confirmed it more. She was sitting by the fire with some vanilla chai while she glanced at the letters, and made some more notations on fresh sheets in her notebook. Previous ones she had already copied, and left for Security previously.
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Feb. 16th, 2008 06:00 pmfirstcptjack.livejournal.comWhen Jack sits down at the bar there's no one behind it, which isn't unusual.
What is unusual is that a paper napkin pops up: Do you know how to tend bar?
"Er . . . a little?" Jack says. "I don't know how to make anything too fancy: martinis, gin and tonic . . ."
Another napkin: That'll do. And there's a brief outline of instructions.
First thing, Jack writes the specials on the board:
Tonight's Specials
White Lady
Coffee Cocktail
Tom Collins
Dead 1941 soldier attending bar. Be gentle?
[ooc: It is now 11:00 p.m. in my neck of the woods and time for me to stop. Slowtimes, please?]
What is unusual is that a paper napkin pops up: Do you know how to tend bar?
"Er . . . a little?" Jack says. "I don't know how to make anything too fancy: martinis, gin and tonic . . ."
Another napkin: That'll do. And there's a brief outline of instructions.
First thing, Jack writes the specials on the board:
White Lady
Coffee Cocktail
Tom Collins
Dead 1941 soldier attending bar. Be gentle?
[ooc: It is now 11:00 p.m. in my neck of the woods and time for me to stop. Slowtimes, please?]
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Feb. 16th, 2008 06:28 pmgorgonfondnessMia is not in the bar.
Nor does she really feel like going there right now.
The only sign that she might have been there is an ( article clipped from Hot Girl News )
There are copies for anyone who is wondering where Mia is, and Croix is sitting on the bar if anyone would like to deliver any notes to her.
Who wants to try coaxing her out?
Nor does she really feel like going there right now.
The only sign that she might have been there is an ( article clipped from Hot Girl News )
There are copies for anyone who is wondering where Mia is, and Croix is sitting on the bar if anyone would like to deliver any notes to her.
Who wants to try coaxing her out?
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Feb. 16th, 2008 06:43 pmhealer-neric.livejournal.comHaving cast off the tyranny of shoes, Neric is curled up in a chair by the fire with a cup of tea, a plate of cookies and a book on first aid.
Reading has never come easily to him, so it's slow going. He had skimmed ahead, looking at the pictures, but they were unsettling and so he has gone back to the reading.
He wouldn't mind a distraction at all.
Reading has never come easily to him, so it's slow going. He had skimmed ahead, looking at the pictures, but they were unsettling and so he has gone back to the reading.
He wouldn't mind a distraction at all.
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Feb. 16th, 2008 07:34 pmaction_radOkay.
So.
Rodimus Prime wants the spacebridge to remain deactivated.
He didn't say what to do if Optimus Prime had had it reactivated while Rad was back on Cybetron.
And he didn't say Rad couldn't give the Bayverse bots things like schematics, materials lists, and programing. Did he?
Rodimus only said there would be no future projects. That did not cover previous projects already completed.
Before putting them away, he goes over everything that makes up a spacebridge, from parts to programming, and all written down in Modern Cybertronian.
Then orders a quasar bomb for himself, and platinum chips for Lionizer.
I can't believe I'm doing this. Defying orders.
[Ping a modern mythos before tagging, pee-el-zed?]
So.
Rodimus Prime wants the spacebridge to remain deactivated.
He didn't say what to do if Optimus Prime had had it reactivated while Rad was back on Cybetron.
And he didn't say Rad couldn't give the Bayverse bots things like schematics, materials lists, and programing. Did he?
Rodimus only said there would be no future projects. That did not cover previous projects already completed.
Before putting them away, he goes over everything that makes up a spacebridge, from parts to programming, and all written down in Modern Cybertronian.
Then orders a quasar bomb for himself, and platinum chips for Lionizer.
I can't believe I'm doing this. Defying orders.
[Ping a modern mythos before tagging, pee-el-zed?]
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Feb. 16th, 2008 07:55 pmcallitavesper.livejournal.comThe mun, having been confined to the house for a week due to the flu, is in need of a distraction. Therefore, there is a James Bond in the bar, at the bar, as always, smoking and enjoying a vodka martini.
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Feb. 16th, 2008 08:45 pmde-vita-exire.livejournal.comHades is in a relatively good mood. Well, at any rate, he's calm, if a little tired.
He's at one of the tables off to the side, a cup of coffee sitting half-empty to his right. Sitting with his elbows on the table, he's simply watching passersby, picking up bits and pieces of conversation.
Botherable.
[ tiny tag; hades
ooc; Sorry for the huge delay - mun ran into complications. In recompense, post will stay open for some time. ]
He's at one of the tables off to the side, a cup of coffee sitting half-empty to his right. Sitting with his elbows on the table, he's simply watching passersby, picking up bits and pieces of conversation.
Botherable.
[ tiny tag; hades
ooc; Sorry for the huge delay - mun ran into complications. In recompense, post will stay open for some time. ]
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Feb. 16th, 2008 08:53 pmawesome_lillyLilly does not generally look this disgruntled when putting up signs. Then again, she's usually putting up signs for parties or or strippers or people to take care of her children. This sign is not nearly so fun.
Want company? Not like that, you perverts. I'm offering aid and whatever here, get it while it's hot.
P.S. Seriously. If you're having nightmares, I might be able to help.
[ooc: and fading out for the night. Slowtimes if you want 'em!]
Having Nightmares?
Want company? Not like that, you perverts. I'm offering aid and whatever here, get it while it's hot.
P.S. Seriously. If you're having nightmares, I might be able to help.
[ooc: and fading out for the night. Slowtimes if you want 'em!]
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Feb. 16th, 2008 08:56 pmgimmeachant.livejournal.com"--location four." D'Hoffryn is addressing an iridiscent bubble, about the size of a human fist, that zooms and dips to keep him in shot. "Milliways Bar. This is a pandimensional bistro of a considerable history--much too great to get into right now--but the relevant part is that while it's demon-friendly, it's also chockful of those wacky humans. As much fun as we had the Hells of Baator, this one is at the top of my list, and I think you'll see why."
Making Of special. He can't imagine who would watch this shit, but whatever,
D'Hoffryn is eight feet tall, draped in black robes of some cobwebby material; like many demons of his generation, his dental work is very bad, and it gives him a slightly slushy way of speaking, as if he had a bad prosthetic in. Also like many demons of his generation, his incarnation inclines to the ancient (wrinkled and bearded), colorful (blue) and spiky (skull, talons) rather than the youthful, humanoid and sexy.
He takes a deep snuffling inhalation, waving his long-fingered hands in towards his nose. "Mmmm. The smell of the vengeful. There's nothing like it."
[OOC: Just taking him out for a test-spin. Feel free to make first contact, though.]
Making Of special. He can't imagine who would watch this shit, but whatever,
D'Hoffryn is eight feet tall, draped in black robes of some cobwebby material; like many demons of his generation, his dental work is very bad, and it gives him a slightly slushy way of speaking, as if he had a bad prosthetic in. Also like many demons of his generation, his incarnation inclines to the ancient (wrinkled and bearded), colorful (blue) and spiky (skull, talons) rather than the youthful, humanoid and sexy.
He takes a deep snuffling inhalation, waving his long-fingered hands in towards his nose. "Mmmm. The smell of the vengeful. There's nothing like it."
[OOC: Just taking him out for a test-spin. Feel free to make first contact, though.]
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Feb. 16th, 2008 09:21 pmdragonofgrey.livejournal.comActually, the icon lies. Because Draco did not look all that dignified as he stumbled his way into the bar, brief look of surprise for doing so. His pale blond hair, usually smooth, and sleek with his hair potions was sticking up and out haphazardly at odd angles. He was also cradling a bottle of firewhiskey, that he would sometimes try to refill with magic. He meandered his way around before crashing into a random booth, face first, and there was a crash of glass as the bottle broke, soaking his robes in alcohol.
"...Bugger." Was his only acknowledgment of this, too pissed as a fart to bother with Reparo-ing the bottle at the moment. Might be hard to see, but a familiar looking ring that was looped onto the moonstone pendant necklace would be a clue why he was like this.
"...Bugger." Was his only acknowledgment of this, too pissed as a fart to bother with Reparo-ing the bottle at the moment. Might be hard to see, but a familiar looking ring that was looped onto the moonstone pendant necklace would be a clue why he was like this.
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Feb. 16th, 2008 09:28 pmwheelsy_sheriff[OOM: "Ahh I zee that you have decided to join us...Bill."]
Bill Pardy staggers down the stairs drenched, bleeding and looking like he's on his last legs.
His left arm is wrapped tight around his gut, his right arm is just sort of hanging, the shoulder of it is a mess and so is his chest. He's dripping blood and water and breathing hoarsely, sliding along the wall for support.
At the last few steps as he enters the main room of the bar he finally loses his footing and takes a tumble. Crashing into a table he knocks over a chair and falls to the floor.
That's as far as he's gonna get.
[tiny tags: Thy Kingdom Come]
[ooc: warning for violence, gore and pain]
[ooc 2: please ping adamantiumbat before tagging]
Bill Pardy staggers down the stairs drenched, bleeding and looking like he's on his last legs.
His left arm is wrapped tight around his gut, his right arm is just sort of hanging, the shoulder of it is a mess and so is his chest. He's dripping blood and water and breathing hoarsely, sliding along the wall for support.
At the last few steps as he enters the main room of the bar he finally loses his footing and takes a tumble. Crashing into a table he knocks over a chair and falls to the floor.
That's as far as he's gonna get.
[tiny tags: Thy Kingdom Come]
[ooc: warning for violence, gore and pain]
[ooc 2: please ping adamantiumbat before tagging]
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Feb. 16th, 2008 09:41 pmhero_farmboyClark is enjoying a few quiet moments before he heads back home to finish up his work for the day. He's got the latest copy of the Daily Planet, a cup of coffee, and a nice comfy chair near the observation window. Facing away from it.
Some days, it's enough to just be near it, as opposed to actually looking at it.
Some days, it's enough to just be near it, as opposed to actually looking at it.
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Feb. 16th, 2008 10:02 pmdr-de-silva.livejournal.com[oom: Canon Update.
Forty eight hours after the worst moment of my life. And I still haven't got the image from behind my eyes.
"No! Not now, that's not funny!"
Toby, who just walked in and saw his door disappear, is now sort of scrabbling at the wall. It's a rather sad scene. His rucksack and a rather crumpled newspaper drop to the ground as he tries to make the door come back.
He stops short of kicking at it only because he doesn't want to damage the wall. But stands there for a moment, looking at it in dismay.
Forty eight hours after the worst moment of my life. And I still haven't got the image from behind my eyes.
"No! Not now, that's not funny!"
Toby, who just walked in and saw his door disappear, is now sort of scrabbling at the wall. It's a rather sad scene. His rucksack and a rather crumpled newspaper drop to the ground as he tries to make the door come back.
He stops short of kicking at it only because he doesn't want to damage the wall. But stands there for a moment, looking at it in dismay.
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Feb. 16th, 2008 10:04 pmgone_byebyeRay makes his way down the stairs, arms loaded with books, expression rueful. He stops at the Bar and says, "I probably ought to eat."
There is an expectant silence.
"I don't know what I want. Please give me something suitable."
After a bit, the Bar comes up with a large bowl of macaroni and cheese. Ray sniffs it, says, "Thank you," and adds it to his stack of stuff before heading to one of the tables.
He's at least ten or twenty pages into the first book on the stack before remembering that he got the food for a reason.
[Tinytag: The Great Librarian]
There is an expectant silence.
"I don't know what I want. Please give me something suitable."
After a bit, the Bar comes up with a large bowl of macaroni and cheese. Ray sniffs it, says, "Thank you," and adds it to his stack of stuff before heading to one of the tables.
He's at least ten or twenty pages into the first book on the stack before remembering that he got the food for a reason.
[Tinytag: The Great Librarian]
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Feb. 16th, 2008 10:09 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy is fidgetty.
The evening's Holby Gazette does not make pleasant reading, not just because of the horrible way that his successor has been represented, but because it details a multiple pile-up RTC that clogged his department up all afternoon.
As legitimate as his grounds for time off are, he can't help an intrinsic feeling of guilt.
He sits, rereading the front page article, wondering if there's anything he can do, then just quietly puts his head in his hands with despair.
Can't be everywhere. Other people will handle it. Got to focus, prioritize...
The evening's Holby Gazette does not make pleasant reading, not just because of the horrible way that his successor has been represented, but because it details a multiple pile-up RTC that clogged his department up all afternoon.
As legitimate as his grounds for time off are, he can't help an intrinsic feeling of guilt.
He sits, rereading the front page article, wondering if there's anything he can do, then just quietly puts his head in his hands with despair.
Can't be everywhere. Other people will handle it. Got to focus, prioritize...
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Feb. 16th, 2008 10:28 pmnotefulMeghan is tired of thinking, and she's tired of reading, and she's tired of writing.
So tonight she's pulled her knitting back out, pale blue yarn that she's making into an elaborately cabled scarf.
She's dropped a stitch, she realizes, somewhere, and she's trying to find it, frowning in concentration.
So tonight she's pulled her knitting back out, pale blue yarn that she's making into an elaborately cabled scarf.
She's dropped a stitch, she realizes, somewhere, and she's trying to find it, frowning in concentration.
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Feb. 16th, 2008 10:49 pmhopeitsworthitIt's a relief to be outside, these days. Working on the Im--keeping his hands busy.
Keeping his brain busy.
Avoiding--boredom. Yeah, that's it.
But working out in the sun is thirsty work, and Dean's not really in the mood for lookin' at Bobby's face over a beer. It's too much like--
Anyway, he just ain't in the mood.
"Hey, Sammy!"
No sense makin' the big-ass girl panic, right?
"I'm goin' for a beer, you want one?"
"Sure, sounds good."
Dean'd be surprised, but that takes too much effort. So he opens the door to Milliways, hand leaving a smear of dirt and oil on the doorknob. He's not lookin' to make sure Sam follows.
"Lemme nab us a couple of cold ones, you go get a table."
[ooc: We love you all! Yay! But, uh, no more tags please? Our brains will explode otherwise. They will be back. Thanks!]
Keeping his brain busy.
Avoiding--boredom. Yeah, that's it.
But working out in the sun is thirsty work, and Dean's not really in the mood for lookin' at Bobby's face over a beer. It's too much like--
Anyway, he just ain't in the mood.
"Hey, Sammy!"
No sense makin' the big-ass girl panic, right?
"I'm goin' for a beer, you want one?"
"Sure, sounds good."
Dean'd be surprised, but that takes too much effort. So he opens the door to Milliways, hand leaving a smear of dirt and oil on the doorknob. He's not lookin' to make sure Sam follows.
"Lemme nab us a couple of cold ones, you go get a table."
[ooc: We love you all! Yay! But, uh, no more tags please? Our brains will explode otherwise. They will be back. Thanks!]
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Feb. 16th, 2008 10:55 pmnot-toothfairy.livejournal.com[OOM: Sometimes nature has to run its course. As far as Ironhide is concerned, nature = hard vacuum right now.]
The door slams open.
"BAR. If you have access to any form of influenza medication or its chemical relatives, I require some. NOW."
.... and you thought Ironhide was a mannerless mech before.
The door slams open.
"BAR. If you have access to any form of influenza medication or its chemical relatives, I require some. NOW."
.... and you thought Ironhide was a mannerless mech before.
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Feb. 16th, 2008 11:11 pmre_mybrains[Upstairs:
Are they trying to tell you something?
You're missing that one final screw
You're simply not in the pink my dear
To be honest you haven't got a clue
(-Queen, "I'm Going Slightly Mad")
You're missing that one final screw
You're simply not in the pink my dear
To be honest you haven't got a clue
(-Queen, "I'm Going Slightly Mad")
Warnings for zombies.]
[tinytag: thy kingdom come]
[tinytag: thy kingdom come]
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Feb. 16th, 2008 11:17 pmre_mybrainsTom doesn't look so hot, honestly.
Unless "hot" means "slumped in a booth in sweats and a long-sleeved T-shirt, drinking coffee and looking like he hasn't gotten much sleep lately."
In which case, Tom is freaking smoking.
He's got his back to the front door. It's deliberate.
[tinytag: thy kingdom come, cerberus]
Unless "hot" means "slumped in a booth in sweats and a long-sleeved T-shirt, drinking coffee and looking like he hasn't gotten much sleep lately."
In which case, Tom is freaking smoking.
He's got his back to the front door. It's deliberate.
[tinytag: thy kingdom come, cerberus]
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Feb. 16th, 2008 11:36 pmellectricalElle's sitting on a table, staring up at the rafters.
Yes, that's it.
Ok, so she's seen other people up there, may really be plotting a way to do that herself. With the high heels swinging on her feet tonight, this won't really be plausible now. But she can still think about it for some other time, as it'd definitely be good for ... non-violent things like spying and ... pretend sharp shooting. Yep.
Yes, that's it.
Ok, so she's seen other people up there, may really be plotting a way to do that herself. With the high heels swinging on her feet tonight, this won't really be plausible now. But she can still think about it for some other time, as it'd definitely be good for ... non-violent things like spying and ... pretend sharp shooting. Yep.
