Apr. 5th, 2008
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Apr. 5th, 2008 11:33 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
So, Momiji hasn't been outside of the Bar at Milliways much since winter set in, late last year...but, now that spring has started up, he's scampering around, remedying that situation.
Which is to say: one rabbit-boy, outside in proper romping clothes. Current occupation: picking flowers. One water-gun in his pocket, though the thing is presently being ignored in favor of the flora.
Perfectly botherable and willing to share his petaled discoveries!
[tinytags: assassin!]
Which is to say: one rabbit-boy, outside in proper romping clothes. Current occupation: picking flowers. One water-gun in his pocket, though the thing is presently being ignored in favor of the flora.
Perfectly botherable and willing to share his petaled discoveries!
[tinytags: assassin!]
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Apr. 5th, 2008 01:38 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
What to genetically engineered gerbil/human hybrids do on the weekends?
This one, apparently, does woodworking. He's got several strips of 1x2 lumber up in the rafters, along with an assortment of screws, bolts, and gerbil-sized tools. He's in the process of building... something.
It may or may not have anything to do with the box of smallish water balloons nestled in amongst the lumber.
[tinytag: assassin]
This one, apparently, does woodworking. He's got several strips of 1x2 lumber up in the rafters, along with an assortment of screws, bolts, and gerbil-sized tools. He's in the process of building... something.
It may or may not have anything to do with the box of smallish water balloons nestled in amongst the lumber.
[tinytag: assassin]
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working
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Apr. 5th, 2008 01:46 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Apologies to those who wanted this couch: I'm sitting on it, stretched out with my back against the armrest, reading a book. Apologies to those who cherish good manners: my shoes and socks are stationed neatly at the foot of the couch, and my feet, unclothed (and I hope not smelly), are on the cushions of the couch. I apologize only for courtesy's sake. In truth, I'm not sorry at all. I'm comfortable where I am, and relaxed, and contented, as I have been recently. The only bad thing I can name is the book. The Godfather. Not as good as the movie.
The movie...
If you happen to see me stare, unseeing, at a spot that isn't the book, with a grin on my face, I'm thinking about the movie. (Or, more specifically, who I saw it with.)
[ les petits tags: paul varjack; demeter; apollo ]
The movie...
If you happen to see me stare, unseeing, at a spot that isn't the book, with a grin on my face, I'm thinking about the movie. (Or, more specifically, who I saw it with.)
[ les petits tags: paul varjack; demeter; apollo ]
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content
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Apr. 5th, 2008 02:55 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
The door opens, and with it comes an unnaturally hot wind, laden with the smell of smoke and ashes, and also a smell that some would recognise as burning bodies.
With the wind comes Hao. An aura of violence permeates the air around him, and anyone who happens to glance out the door before he shuts it will see a time-frozen inferno blazing, a heavy oak beam, burnt through and collapsing, in the remains of what was once a very nice house.
The smell of fiery death is sharply reduced as the door is shut, but Hao still carries some of it with him, even if there is a distinct absence of ash or char from his person.
With the wind comes Hao. An aura of violence permeates the air around him, and anyone who happens to glance out the door before he shuts it will see a time-frozen inferno blazing, a heavy oak beam, burnt through and collapsing, in the remains of what was once a very nice house.
The smell of fiery death is sharply reduced as the door is shut, but Hao still carries some of it with him, even if there is a distinct absence of ash or char from his person.
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Apr. 5th, 2008 03:10 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Johnny was in the bar again, looking over some pictures taken of JJ. Some from soccer games, some from his birthday party where they played some laser tag. Just reflecting on how much of his son's life he missed due to outside circumstances. And trying to get as much as back as he could now. Especially with his son knowing the truth, and trying to accept knowing that Walt was his dad while John's his biological father.
At least JJ isn't trying to shut him out of his life. Proud of him for that. He had some lunch by him, but it had long gone stone cold now while he sat at his table.
Distractions would be welcome.
At least JJ isn't trying to shut him out of his life. Proud of him for that. He had some lunch by him, but it had long gone stone cold now while he sat at his table.
Distractions would be welcome.
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Apr. 5th, 2008 04:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It's not a complete surprise when Lorne sits down at the bar and gets a message on a napkin instead of a beer, but it's a pleasant one.
He hops over the bar and scribbles on the specials board:
Specials:
Between the Sheets
The Captain's Martini
Shag by the Shore
It's possible Lorne's not the most creative when it comes to the theme for his specials.
[ooc:Open until 7:30ish PDT Shift's over for the evening.]
He hops over the bar and scribbles on the specials board:
Between the Sheets
The Captain's Martini
Shag by the Shore
It's possible Lorne's not the most creative when it comes to the theme for his specials.
[ooc:
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Apr. 5th, 2008 05:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It is early in the morning, and Teja is sitting by the fireplace, with breakfast of tea, bread, and moretum, wondering about the purposes of the afterlife.
These thoughts are much less abstract and idle than one might assume. Recently, Teja has noticed that, albeit dead, he seems to have gained a life -- a living, friends, routines, possessions, wishes, joys, regrets.
Dead, he can afford the sort of everyday life that had been gnawed away by dire necessity while he was alive. Dragons and cats, goddesses and monsters. That turn into friends: - friends that turn into a living web of affection and concern.
[[tinytag: demeter]]
These thoughts are much less abstract and idle than one might assume. Recently, Teja has noticed that, albeit dead, he seems to have gained a life -- a living, friends, routines, possessions, wishes, joys, regrets.
Dead, he can afford the sort of everyday life that had been gnawed away by dire necessity while he was alive. Dragons and cats, goddesses and monsters. That turn into friends: - friends that turn into a living web of affection and concern.
[[tinytag: demeter]]
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Apr. 5th, 2008 05:48 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
SOMEONE is an extraordinarily good mood today. Despite wearing a bright yellow rubber rain-slicker hat and all, along with a pair of Groucho Marx joke-disguise glasses over his face, Mother is sitting at the Bar with a large bucket and whistling to himself happily.
Perhaps he's happy over his first official game-kill.
...
More likely it's because he is wearing that get up.
{Tiny Tag: Mother, Assassin}
Perhaps he's happy over his first official game-kill.
...
More likely it's because he is wearing that get up.
{Tiny Tag: Mother, Assassin}
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Apr. 5th, 2008 06:02 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
( last night: poetry in motion )
The songs he likes most have no lyrics. Only melodies that tell stories of their own. It's his considered opinion that his life has enough stories to tell, but he doesn't necessarily want to commit them to words. Instead, he commits them to song and as long as he knows what tales they contain, he's perfectly happy.
The song he's playing now, for instance, is called Goodnight Julia. It tells a story of war and innocence and intrigue, of manipulation and spying and betrayal, of confidences won and confidences destroyed. Of chance meetings and unexpected friendships and unexpected loss. It's so rich with content, in fact, that his eyes are closed; the notes drift out over the water of the lake and while the night's a little chilly, he's not. He hasn't been cold since he landed here for good. So far that's served him well, but he wonders how long it will last. He remembers how cold Julia was all the time: was it just the difference in the circumstances of their death, or was it something else? What made death so sad and painful for her, but so enlightening and beautiful for him?
He doesn't know. What he does know is that all journeys are individual ones, regardless of who's along for the ride. People, he thinks, are like satellites. They revolve around each other, attracted to one another like the most powerful magnets imaginable. Irresistable in some cases -- he's thinking about Faye right now, with her legs that go on forever and the brilliant green of her eyes and the swanlike curve of her neck, the way she smells like honey and bergamot -- and if a person is lucky, he gets his own personal orbit with the object of his affection for however long the mutual attraction lasts. Ultimately, though, human beings really are alone.
He was on his way to Titan one last time when the universe hijacked him and let him land here. While he's never claimed to be the smartest person he knows, he's not the least intelligent either and because of that, he shakes off any melancholy and lets the song change, lets it start to tell a different story. This one is all about I think you should stay and ruby necklaces and impromptu seductions and letting go of stereotypes.
That's much better. It's hard to smile and play saxophone at the same time, but he's managing to do just that.
[tag: Wanijima Akito]
The songs he likes most have no lyrics. Only melodies that tell stories of their own. It's his considered opinion that his life has enough stories to tell, but he doesn't necessarily want to commit them to words. Instead, he commits them to song and as long as he knows what tales they contain, he's perfectly happy.
The song he's playing now, for instance, is called Goodnight Julia. It tells a story of war and innocence and intrigue, of manipulation and spying and betrayal, of confidences won and confidences destroyed. Of chance meetings and unexpected friendships and unexpected loss. It's so rich with content, in fact, that his eyes are closed; the notes drift out over the water of the lake and while the night's a little chilly, he's not. He hasn't been cold since he landed here for good. So far that's served him well, but he wonders how long it will last. He remembers how cold Julia was all the time: was it just the difference in the circumstances of their death, or was it something else? What made death so sad and painful for her, but so enlightening and beautiful for him?
He doesn't know. What he does know is that all journeys are individual ones, regardless of who's along for the ride. People, he thinks, are like satellites. They revolve around each other, attracted to one another like the most powerful magnets imaginable. Irresistable in some cases -- he's thinking about Faye right now, with her legs that go on forever and the brilliant green of her eyes and the swanlike curve of her neck, the way she smells like honey and bergamot -- and if a person is lucky, he gets his own personal orbit with the object of his affection for however long the mutual attraction lasts. Ultimately, though, human beings really are alone.
He was on his way to Titan one last time when the universe hijacked him and let him land here. While he's never claimed to be the smartest person he knows, he's not the least intelligent either and because of that, he shakes off any melancholy and lets the song change, lets it start to tell a different story. This one is all about I think you should stay and ruby necklaces and impromptu seductions and letting go of stereotypes.
That's much better. It's hard to smile and play saxophone at the same time, but he's managing to do just that.
[tag: Wanijima Akito]
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Apr. 5th, 2008 06:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
"Bar, you have to take it back."
"First off, it ain't even legal."
"You tricked me you know!"
"This ain't right. Take it back."
"Please?"
"I swear I'll cut it off!"
"Okay yeah, we both know that's a lie, but come on!"
This is Bill Pardy having a very one sided conversation with Bar. While he begs and pleads with the maple surface of Bar he tugs and jerks at the gold band around his left finger. The gold wedding band around his left ring finger.
Yes, Bill Pardy is now anunhappily married man. And the symbol of his matrimony that he's desperatley trying to get off? Put on totally by accident.
Perhaps it was in his pocket and somehow get on his finger. Or maybe he was carrying it, fell down and in a Frodo type twist of destiny it magically slipped on. Or, he was just fooling around with it, put it on just cus an now can't seem to get the damn thing off.
In any case he's hoping for help from Bar. "Bar, I can't get it off. It's one thing to be married, it's another to have people find out about it." He groans and lays his hand flat on the counter. "Take it back."
No response. With a miserable sigh Bill plants his face into his ringed hand and thunks his head down on the counter. Beside him suddenly appears a small cake. A small Hello Kitty cake with pink and white frosting and two burning candles.
Bill turns his head slightly to look at it. "You think you're pretty damn funny don't you?"
"First off, it ain't even legal."
"You tricked me you know!"
"This ain't right. Take it back."
"Please?"
"I swear I'll cut it off!"
"Okay yeah, we both know that's a lie, but come on!"
This is Bill Pardy having a very one sided conversation with Bar. While he begs and pleads with the maple surface of Bar he tugs and jerks at the gold band around his left finger. The gold wedding band around his left ring finger.
Yes, Bill Pardy is now an
Perhaps it was in his pocket and somehow get on his finger. Or maybe he was carrying it, fell down and in a Frodo type twist of destiny it magically slipped on. Or, he was just fooling around with it, put it on just cus an now can't seem to get the damn thing off.
In any case he's hoping for help from Bar. "Bar, I can't get it off. It's one thing to be married, it's another to have people find out about it." He groans and lays his hand flat on the counter. "Take it back."
No response. With a miserable sigh Bill plants his face into his ringed hand and thunks his head down on the counter. Beside him suddenly appears a small cake. A small Hello Kitty cake with pink and white frosting and two burning candles.
Bill turns his head slightly to look at it. "You think you're pretty damn funny don't you?"
Garion's in one of the booths.
Apr. 5th, 2008 06:40 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
He's got a number of papers with him, as well as a massive chocolate shake and a burger that at this point is something like halfway eaten. He's dressed casually, just a tunic and leggings as the weather is warming up as much as it ever does in Riva, and his sword is leaning at the back of the booth against the wall, the stone at the pommel glowing almost intelligently every few minutes. It usually gets a nod from him.
[not locked, but for bartending interview]
[not locked, but for bartending interview]
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Apr. 5th, 2008 06:52 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Spoon has gotten as much glitter out of his hair (see: critical crafts time failure yesterday) as is possible without shaving his head. From here on out it's up to his abilities to ignore potential glitter and pull it off as though he means to look like that. Yes. Cough cough. ANYway. Spoon is mostly glitter free, entirely free of other crafts-related ills, and intent on having a cup of sweet and milky tea before he goes back to Yorkshire.
It's just one of those days when he really wants milky tea. And possibly a small someone, he's pretty flexible as to species, age, and gender, to cuddle and encourage.
It's just one of those days when he really wants milky tea. And possibly a small someone, he's pretty flexible as to species, age, and gender, to cuddle and encourage.
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Apr. 5th, 2008 07:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
When one has merchandise, as Bela does, one must sell it. Now, most of the time, deals go down easily. The merchandise is exchanged for the asking price, with a bit of haggling the only thing to mar the transaction.
Most of the times things go smoothly. However, when you're comparatively new to dealing with psychotic clients, things can go south very quickly.
Bela is very relieved to find Milliways on the other side of the door she's hurried through. She slams the door behind her and takes a breath. When she exhales, she's smiling as if nothing unusual had happened.
If her knees are a little wobbly as she walks to the bar, her head held high, there is no way anyone would notice.
tiny tag: Bela Talbot
Most of the times things go smoothly. However, when you're comparatively new to dealing with psychotic clients, things can go south very quickly.
Bela is very relieved to find Milliways on the other side of the door she's hurried through. She slams the door behind her and takes a breath. When she exhales, she's smiling as if nothing unusual had happened.
If her knees are a little wobbly as she walks to the bar, her head held high, there is no way anyone would notice.
tiny tag: Bela Talbot
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Apr. 5th, 2008 07:39 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Annie slips into Milliways and pulls the door quietly closed behind her; it's a bit of a mess in Yorkshire and she doesn't much care to tackle it just now. A bit of a breather somewhere that hasn't got the people she normally sees everyday in it should do just fine.
Sorry, no biscuits this time.
Sorry, no biscuits this time.
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Apr. 5th, 2008 08:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The front door opens, as is habit, and admits a 5'3" blonde into the bar. She's dressed, like so many other patrons, in a red tee shirt and jeans, with roman-esque sandals on her feet, and a duffel bag slung over her shoulders. It's a rather quiet entrance for this particular patron, who has been absent for many days now.
She makes her way over to the bar, and quietly drops a pouch of coins on the counter, unsure of how high her tab will climb in the future, then orders a latte and heads over to one of the couches and settles down, looking slightly shellshocked.
Welcome back, Eirene.
[tiny!tag: Eirene]
She makes her way over to the bar, and quietly drops a pouch of coins on the counter, unsure of how high her tab will climb in the future, then orders a latte and heads over to one of the couches and settles down, looking slightly shellshocked.
Welcome back, Eirene.
[tiny!tag: Eirene]
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Apr. 5th, 2008 08:47 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
[oom: Holby's medic of little confidence steps onto the ice. canon update]
Toby is currently wishing he'd never gone on rotation.
He's currently post mortum-ing his day over and over again in his mind. So much guilt. If he could turn back time... he'd just have to watch himself being as stupid again.
Toby is currently wishing he'd never gone on rotation.
He's currently post mortum-ing his day over and over again in his mind. So much guilt. If he could turn back time... he'd just have to watch himself being as stupid again.
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Apr. 5th, 2008 09:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The ground is cold and the stars are out, but none of them are paying attention to the sky above. Eyes are riveted to the earth, no campfire tonight out of fear of being seen in the distance by the many sets of eyes on the lookout for the gang.
It's cold. (And it's not just the clear weather and desert air.)
The cabin, if you could call it that, was crumbling a bit, beams from the roof fallen in, but at the least it was a wall to block the wind. The door was kicked off the hinges and Doc stepped around the backside, looking to grab his pack from his horse.
A faint glimmer of light in the distance. (Doc recognizes that sound.)
"Hey, Billy," he calls, quiet. "C'mere a second, around back."
Billy answers in the affirmative and then he hears crunching footsteps heading his way, boots in the sand. Doc picks up his pack and starts the walk towards the fallen shelter, an outbuilding. (A door.)
He's the first one who steps into Milliways. Billy won't be far behind.
In bar time, it's been awhile since Doc's been here. Outside, it hasn't been long at all.
But he looks...a little older. Tired. (Guilty.)
It's cold. (And it's not just the clear weather and desert air.)
The cabin, if you could call it that, was crumbling a bit, beams from the roof fallen in, but at the least it was a wall to block the wind. The door was kicked off the hinges and Doc stepped around the backside, looking to grab his pack from his horse.
A faint glimmer of light in the distance. (Doc recognizes that sound.)
"Hey, Billy," he calls, quiet. "C'mere a second, around back."
Billy answers in the affirmative and then he hears crunching footsteps heading his way, boots in the sand. Doc picks up his pack and starts the walk towards the fallen shelter, an outbuilding. (A door.)
He's the first one who steps into Milliways. Billy won't be far behind.
In bar time, it's been awhile since Doc's been here. Outside, it hasn't been long at all.
But he looks...a little older. Tired. (Guilty.)
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Apr. 5th, 2008 09:32 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Lestibournes hasn't been around for a while. Rebellion, busy. Also the "OH SHIT" of realizing that this was NOT a weird dream.
But today he is a man (well, boy) with a purpose.
He steps in, keeping his head low on instinct as he scans the room curiously.
[Tinytag! Lestibournes ]
But today he is a man (well, boy) with a purpose.
He steps in, keeping his head low on instinct as he scans the room curiously.
[Tinytag! Lestibournes ]
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Apr. 5th, 2008 09:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
A couple of months ago, Guppy wouldn't have known what to do with a baby, past holding them the right way up and treating illness in them.
Right now he's bouncing his baby sister on his knee, pulling silly faces, and saying nursery rhymes.
Right now he's bouncing his baby sister on his knee, pulling silly faces, and saying nursery rhymes.
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Apr. 5th, 2008 09:58 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
So there is a computer tech sitting at a table nursing two rather beat up hands. No, he didn't get into a fight, but there are band-aids on just about every finger and Kap seems to be struggling to open yet another one. Noone ever said building an AI was an easy thing...though he probably would have punched the person if they had.
Mumbling under his breath he sighs, giving up on the fact that pre-bandaged fingers just can't open another one. Anyone want to help?
Mumbling under his breath he sighs, giving up on the fact that pre-bandaged fingers just can't open another one. Anyone want to help?
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Apr. 5th, 2008 10:06 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
For the past week Bleys had been almost scared to come downstairs into the bar. Not because he was quite certain that he may run into one of his brothers, Julian coming to mind, but the fact that he had been forced to sing and wear a mask. Sure he could be a wild man at times but..broadway tunes? Bleys was scared.
This is the reason why every little thing droped or loud noise sends the Amberite jumping in his seat half almost spilling a glass of wine either on himself or on the tabletop. Really- someone needs to distract the man and get his nerves calmed back down!
Any takers?
[tinytag: Bleys of Amber]
This is the reason why every little thing droped or loud noise sends the Amberite jumping in his seat half almost spilling a glass of wine either on himself or on the tabletop. Really- someone needs to distract the man and get his nerves calmed back down!
Any takers?
[tinytag: Bleys of Amber]
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Apr. 5th, 2008 10:20 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
A few weeks had past back home, and she was surprised to find the Front Door showing up just outside of fencing practice at Hawthorne Academy. She lifted her mask, still in her fencing gear, and foil at her side as she walked in.
She glanced around, looking to see if Will was around, or anybody else she recognized.
She glanced around, looking to see if Will was around, or anybody else she recognized.
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Apr. 5th, 2008 10:31 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Bella Moriarty should be studying for an exam.
She was, in fact, only a few seconds ago. She finds a booth, sets down her books, and walks up to the Bar.
"Do you have to appear now? I've got loads of work."
The Bar responds with a full coffee pot and some chocolate.
She should be set to pull the greatest all-nighter of the nineteenth century.
Please bother her before her sanity is tested.
<tiny tag: Bella Moriarty>
She was, in fact, only a few seconds ago. She finds a booth, sets down her books, and walks up to the Bar.
"Do you have to appear now? I've got loads of work."
The Bar responds with a full coffee pot and some chocolate.
She should be set to pull the greatest all-nighter of the nineteenth century.
Please bother her before her sanity is tested.
<tiny tag: Bella Moriarty>
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stressed
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Apr. 5th, 2008 11:12 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
The door Petra opens leads to the bar, this bar in fact.
Petra is dressed like a boy, Fett like a soldier. No helmet.
Welcome back to the Bar All!
[ooc: Please don't tag less your Fett please. ;) ]
Petra is dressed like a boy, Fett like a soldier. No helmet.
Welcome back to the Bar All!
[ooc: Please don't tag less your Fett please. ;) ]