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[opening-heaven.livejournal.com]

There be a goddess out back, musing on all the benefits of having wings. Sometimes she really didn't know why humans didn't have them. It was really a lot more fun. The fresh air, the breeze across your face.

Maybe that was the reason why mortals were such bores most of the time. Hmm.

She sighed. It was good to get out like this. Stretching her wings in some place new. It had occurred to her after a while of brushing over unfamiliar treetops that she'd flown over and around Gaia too many times. The map of the landscape had been too finely burned into her brain. But this... it was new. It was novel. It was great.

She was avoiding the hustle and bustle of Olympus for the moment, staking out in Milliways for a while until she could go back and deal with some of the noise. Her chariot round for the day had been finished, and they didn't really need her for anything other than that. Thank Zeus for the little mercies.

Perfectly botherable, though a bit of shouting might be in order.

[Tin tag: Eos]

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[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

( oom: Millitimed to sometime earlier this month, where a mostly house-bound Villiers angsts about children. Le Chiffre's soon to join in, though the crisis is eventually solved with Chiffiers-style fluff and laziness.

Warnings for mention of abortion and annoying cuteness. )

[ Tiny!Tag: Villiers ]

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[river_meimei]

[OOM: River brings Jayne some mail.]

[Possibly this takes place tomorrow morning or something. Whatever.]

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[misty-heritage.livejournal.com]

Vin had survived her previous entrance by a narrow margin in her estimation. No one she knew of could claim to crash a Noble's dining establishment and live, much less escape to tell of it. No one.

So of course she hadn't told a soul, keeping her little secret, her insanity, to herself. Camon hadn't seemed to have missed her, so it couldn't have been his doing that had landed her there...

It had been an enigma, a passing puzzle.

Then she opened the door again, head hanging and a bruise crawling up her cheek to swim along her eye. It was a shock to see Milliways again...but it seemed of an hour when few Nobles were about. In other words, it was quieter than her current location. And she desperately wanted quiet.

With luck, she'd be ignored as she crouched against a shadowy wall, slowly letting flat bread from her pocket soften in her mouth.

[Tiny tag: Vin]

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[noteful]

Early, early this morning, Meghan Ford slips downstairs and leaves a pale blue knitted starf with the Bar, with a piece of paper pinned to it that just says "Kim."

There's a small mistake in it, where she dropped a stitch that she never quite managed to get picked back up correctly, but you'd have to look hard to find it.

And then, after a quick look around the bar, she slips back upstairs.

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[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

Jim was once again taking a walk outdoors, looking to see if anyone would be exercising or training, taking in the cold, crisp air, and thinking. Thinking about his pending sale of the family farm. Thinking about growing up there. Thinking about absent family, long since passed away. And thinking about visiting the land to see what the new owners grew there.

Come say hi.

[tinytag: Teyla Emmagen]

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[ff-ambassador.livejournal.com]

A ship's captain and an ex-Companion walk into a bar, bickering in the way that old married couples do. Though if you told them that, they'd probably shoot you.

"...and we agreed to the terms of the bet before we started playing, 'Nara. Am I gonna to have to start tellin everyone you're a welsher?"

"Long pai is a stupid game, anyway." There may be a pout in there somewhere.

"You agreed to buy me lunch. Now pay up." A smirk. "If you're sweet, I won't order lobster."

[ooc: both muns are at work, so responses may be a bit slow.]

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[alertcommando]

Tanya Adams, preparing for the Great Race for Safety (leave occupied Berlin and make her way over 300 miles of terrain, evading soviet patrols, crossing the enemy front lines, and with some luck reaching the German Evacuation Forces), is practicing with her pistols at the firing range.

The way each shot is a bullseye might cause people to wonder why she bothers with practice at all. But the woman is this good because she does exercise her natural marksman gift.

The resistance fighter pauses her shooting regularly, to reload or to replace shredded targets.





[Tanya Adams]

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[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack has a drink, a smoke and his book.

He's pretty contented with all three.

OOM: Talking It Through

[mogget_cat]

(OOM: As per Teja's advice, about a week ago, Yrael went to talk with Svava about his nightmare. A fresh perspective turns out to be helpful, yet again.)

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[callmemajor]

It's not that Lorne particularly minds the door showing up in random places all throughout Atlantis. It's just that he had intended to do some sketching on a particular balcony near the southwest pier.

But he's not one to complain, so when he steps out onto what should be the balcony but is actually the Bar, he just shrugs, orders a beer and sets up with his sketchpad and pencils to work on his portraiture.


[ooc: Out for about an hour. Will tag when I get back. Am back!]

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[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan's been here. You just haven't seen him. He's been practising his l33t stealth--

Aw, who are we kidding? The mun's been swamped by school work and is just now finding time to post.

So. Deceased perpetually grumpy SAS werewolf inna bar. Say hi. He hasn't seen anyone in a while.

(Alternatively, there's the not so small Doberman puppy nearby. He's always up for pettings, though Captain says he has to ask first.)

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[feminine-menace.livejournal.com]

YT comes in through the back door hauling a Burton snowboard with one hand and dusting snow off herself with the other. She looks quite pleased with herself: she obviously enjoys the winter-weather alternative to skateboarding provided by the Scottish climate and the mountains out back - even more so because she's lived in snowless Southern California all her life.

She leans the snowboard up against the wall by the fireplace, pulls off her boots and various articles of winter gear and flops onto the couch. The next waitrat to pass by will be taking an order for hot chocolate and french fries.

Botherable.

[OOC: Mun is in Vail, which explains the content of this post. Also why she will be slowtiming a lot for the next few days.]

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[soulkeepersong.livejournal.com]

It is not strange to not see one of the Kantri for a time. We do not see it as Gedri do, and I had been lost in thought and meditation what, to Gedri, might seem a long time. But now I turned to physical pursuits, and could be found upon the sandy shores of the lake, breathing Fire to melt the grains to glass and attempt to shape it.

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[hathsinsurvivor.livejournal.com]

Further exploration has occured in the week or so that Kelsier has been here. He's already looking better that the scraggly, beaten, and nearly broken figure that first arrived.

Tonight he's sitting at the bar, watching the going-ons with a casual eye. Next to him, on the bar, sits a plate of mostly-finished dinner and a glass of water.

He's got a coin in one hand, and is idily rubbing it with his thumb.

bartending!

[a-section-8.livejournal.com]

There are always problems when it comes to gambling.

A lack of money, for example. And loosing the bet.

It's a problem that Corporal Klinger faces tonight when he walks into the bar. For a moment, he doesn't realize where he is. He's too busy fixing the yellow satin sash around his daisy printed dress. But that isn't the important bit.

The important bit is that empty bar, right over there. Who cares if it's magical or not? They've gotta pay well in a place like this.

Five minutes later, a man in a dress stands behind the bar with a big smile on his face. There's a can next to him with the words get me outta this mess scribbled on it. Because, maybe, if things go really well, he can make enough money to pay off his bet and bribe Colonel Blake into a Section 8.

(Specials? What specials?)

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[guppy_sandhu]

Everything is set out ready for Life Support. Chairs, food, the usual.

Life Support
Open to all

One Miniver, and a Guppy who just got bleeped but will be back as soon as he can.

[ooc: I.e. Guppy's mun will be back just after ten GMT. But it's a circle, so threadhop away! Back, sorry about that]

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[notascreensaver]

Outside, the lake has mostly thawed, and in it, there's a Game sprite doing the backstroke.

Hypothermia? What's that?

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[art-and-brian.livejournal.com]

Justin wanders in looking preoccupied, as you do when you think you're about to walk into math class and end up in a bar.

...this is precisely the reason his face goes :D!!! and he immediately heads over for a Coke. Alas, he is then confronted by the news that he has to pay his tab...and when he looks up again, his door has disappeared.

'Oh, come on!' can probably be heard throughout the bar.

His face, needless to say, now looks more like D:!!!

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[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

The foal, as foals are just about everywhere, is adorable. He's a brash and curious black colt with one little stripe right up the middle of his forehead.

The foal has also managed to get into the bar.

Luckily, he is not unaccompanied. Shortly after the colt gambols his unsteady way across the threshold, a blond elf in (mostly plain) tunic and trousers chases after, capturing the spindly creature before it can explore too far.

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[penderwydd]

There is a Tegid, feeling better, but still stiff, sitting near the fire, harp in hand.  He is currently drinking some tea.

He is botherable, for a tale, or for talk.

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[badinlatin]

[OOM: Daniel goes to find, if not a friend, then someone with some knowledge on the matter.]

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[realmrsreynolds]

[OOM but not:

Sometime after Ennis' return, Sam Winchester and Sallie Reynolds meet up.

There is...lots of stuff to go 'round.]

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[ostro_goth]

Teja is outside by the lake, fighting something that looks like an animated suit of armour. The suit of armour (or assassin droid modified by Atton Rand, actually) is armed with a sword and fights rather well. Teja is using his axe, very fast, but hardly ever hits the metal.

The Goth doesn't look as if he was in trouble, though. In fact, one might say he looks as if he was enjoying himself -- if Teja ever enjoyed himself, that is.

Life Support PSA

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

A sign is visible in the bar at the note board:

Attention Patrons:
Beginning Tuesday of next week, LIFE SUPPORT meetings will be held every other Tuesday, rather than every Wednesday. Guppy Sandhu and Miniver Cheevy continue to be your group leaders. Sorry for any inconvenience.



[ooc: See this post for more information on the time change and Life Support in general.

This post not open for IC replies, sorry!]

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[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

This is Spoon. Spoon's morning can be summed up by a...meeting, which pretty much lead to him feeling rather, well...this.

Right at this very moment he's got a bottle of Ouzo and his back against a wall. He's not going for a dark corner, he's just...feeling like having a wall is a good idea right now.

Sliver of God whut?

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[lissla-lissar.livejournal.com]

Lissar, and her usual companions, enter the bar. The tall, white woman moves to the fire instantly, and as her horde passes a rat she orders for all of them. She's feeling better, but cooking for all the dogs is still a bit much, so to the bar and when she leaves she'll take enough to feed them for a couple of days.

For now being met at the couch by a rat with a cup of tea is more than enough to make her evening better.

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[toxic_perfume]

The front door bangs open, and --

Only patrons close to the door, or with a direct unobstructed view, will get a good look at the new arrival. This is partly because she immediately dodges to the left and darts through the crowd, and partly because the top of her head is only about four and a half feet above the floor. A quick glance will see a flash of short pale-blonde hair, a lithe figure in close-fitting tan and black, and little else.

Very few will be close enough to see when the running figure ducks into a corner booth, or when a face edges out again to look around the room in bewildered suspicion.

This isn't the concourse.



[tinytag: Cavilo, Kelsier]