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Apr. 13th, 2008 12:36 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
shadowsusannah.livejournal.comSusannah is parked at a table with a Dragonfly. There's an aura of not happy that extends several yards in each direction from her.
Apr. 13th, 2008
shadowsusannah.livejournal.com
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Apr. 13th, 2008 03:41 amshadowsusannah.livejournal.comAbout an hour ago, Susannah had a drink with Moiraine. Which led to a short conversation with Nynaeve. Which led to a visit home.
Now the door to Milliways open again; the person opening it is a slim and pretty young girl, with cream-and-coffee skin, who opens the door outwards then steps back. If you're looking out the door you can see she's done that to get behind Susannah's wheelchair and push her mother through the door.
But something happens, as they pass through the door; the girl disappears. Susannah rolls forward a little on her own, twisting in her chair in sudden shock. The expression on her face is shock, at first, shading towards horror, and she grabs her wheels and rams backwards through the closing door, then back forwards.
She's gone.
She's gone.
How can she be gone? Shock gives way fully to horror, and horror to grief and something just this side of panic.
[OOC: Plot-locked.]
Now the door to Milliways open again; the person opening it is a slim and pretty young girl, with cream-and-coffee skin, who opens the door outwards then steps back. If you're looking out the door you can see she's done that to get behind Susannah's wheelchair and push her mother through the door.
But something happens, as they pass through the door; the girl disappears. Susannah rolls forward a little on her own, twisting in her chair in sudden shock. The expression on her face is shock, at first, shading towards horror, and she grabs her wheels and rams backwards through the closing door, then back forwards.
She's gone.
She's gone.
How can she be gone? Shock gives way fully to horror, and horror to grief and something just this side of panic.
[OOC: Plot-locked.]
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Apr. 13th, 2008 09:39 amnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comSometimes, life is good and dandy. You hit all your marks, you satisfy everyone with a need or problem, and it's all smooth sailing.
And sometimes it just sucks on the royal scale.
The front door opens with a crash, and a shortish figure covered from the top of her head to the bottom of her boots in lime-green goo, topples in backwards, three wicked-looking darts in her chest. She makes a rather impressive (and squishy!) thump as she hits the ground, but not nearly as impressive as the door slamming shut.
For the record, this is not one of the good days.
(tinytag: Assassin)
And sometimes it just sucks on the royal scale.
The front door opens with a crash, and a shortish figure covered from the top of her head to the bottom of her boots in lime-green goo, topples in backwards, three wicked-looking darts in her chest. She makes a rather impressive (and squishy!) thump as she hits the ground, but not nearly as impressive as the door slamming shut.
For the record, this is not one of the good days.
(tinytag: Assassin)
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Apr. 13th, 2008 10:55 amseewhatyoumean.livejournal.comWhile Cass has been spending most of her time in the rafters of the bar watching for her assigned target she hasn't let that interrupt the most important parts of her routine.
So she's out behind the bar going through the same kata she has gone through every since she was old enough to stand up. It is soothing and familiar and from a distance looks almost like a dance.
[tinytag: Assassins]
So she's out behind the bar going through the same kata she has gone through every since she was old enough to stand up. It is soothing and familiar and from a distance looks almost like a dance.
[tinytag: Assassins]
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Apr. 13th, 2008 11:04 amtimedeniedme.livejournal.comCharlie is doing her usual rounds, offering a smile to anyone who looks even remotely receptive.
After locating the person in the picture Bar had given her the other day, Charlie has realized that she is even worse at this game than she thought she was. She's not actually bothered by this, but it is something to note. As it stands she simply puts it all out of her mind and goes about doing what she usually does. If she were to spot her target she might try again, but she won't be surprised when she fails.
Apparently assassinating people just isn't one of Charlie's skills.
[tinytag: Assassins]
After locating the person in the picture Bar had given her the other day, Charlie has realized that she is even worse at this game than she thought she was. She's not actually bothered by this, but it is something to note. As it stands she simply puts it all out of her mind and goes about doing what she usually does. If she were to spot her target she might try again, but she won't be surprised when she fails.
Apparently assassinating people just isn't one of Charlie's skills.
[tinytag: Assassins]
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Apr. 13th, 2008 11:32 ammega-magic.livejournal.comAfter sulking for a while, Lemina has decided that it's time she earned her keep.
"Miss Bar? May I please have a carpet?"
With a poof sound, the carpet appears on the floor in front of her.
"Great! Thank you, Bar!"
Holding her magical rod, Lemina begins to quietly chant something, as the carpet begins to glow, float...and drop back onto the floor.
"No no no, stay in the air!"
Repeating her chants, the carpet begins to float higher and higher....until it drops again.
"No no no, cut that out!"
She tries one more time, only now the carpet seems to be staying in the air.
"Yes yes yes! Now I can start my business!"
Ladies and gentlemen...Lemina's magical carpet ride is open for business.
"Miss Bar? May I please have a carpet?"
With a poof sound, the carpet appears on the floor in front of her.
"Great! Thank you, Bar!"
Holding her magical rod, Lemina begins to quietly chant something, as the carpet begins to glow, float...and drop back onto the floor.
"No no no, stay in the air!"
Repeating her chants, the carpet begins to float higher and higher....until it drops again.
"No no no, cut that out!"
She tries one more time, only now the carpet seems to be staying in the air.
"Yes yes yes! Now I can start my business!"
Ladies and gentlemen...Lemina's magical carpet ride is open for business.
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Apr. 13th, 2008 12:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wheatencrownDemeter has a large low pot full of the start of an herb garden and one African violet.
She's making sure that the seedlings are happy and has a pot of tea beside her along with a magazine she's reading.
Tiny tag: Demeter, Carlotta Brown
(OOC: Back.)
She's making sure that the seedlings are happy and has a pot of tea beside her along with a magazine she's reading.
Tiny tag: Demeter, Carlotta Brown
(OOC: Back.)
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Apr. 13th, 2008 01:14 pmcandied-rabbit.livejournal.com((OOM: An eight year-old Momiji's father breaks some bad news to the boy.))
The rabbit-boy that slips into the Bar today is significantly younger (and significantly less energetic) than usual, not quite trudging towards the Bar but also not moving with the usual, energetic and darting scamper that generally defines his sixteen year-old counterpart's movements.
A few minutes after he comes in, he's settled on top of a stool at the Bar, clinging to a rabbit doll with one arm and holding a cup of coffee that's probably a little too big for him in his free hand.
His eyes, by this point, are calm and dry, but a careful glance might be able to discern that he's been crying.
[tinytag: assassin!]
The rabbit-boy that slips into the Bar today is significantly younger (and significantly less energetic) than usual, not quite trudging towards the Bar but also not moving with the usual, energetic and darting scamper that generally defines his sixteen year-old counterpart's movements.
A few minutes after he comes in, he's settled on top of a stool at the Bar, clinging to a rabbit doll with one arm and holding a cup of coffee that's probably a little too big for him in his free hand.
His eyes, by this point, are calm and dry, but a careful glance might be able to discern that he's been crying.
[tinytag: assassin!]
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Apr. 13th, 2008 01:53 pmcommand_dot_comThis afternoon, there is a sprite by the fireplace, chilling and -gasp- actually relaxing, reading a hardback novel on a couch by the fire. There's a big plate of fried paradoxes (read as: conversation bait) and a pitcher of water on the table alongside her usual mug of the green stuff.
She may or may not be making mental checklists of everyone carrying water-pistols whenever she looks up from the book. But feel free to approach, she's not in a mood to bite today.
That's probably because she's already bitten the wedding planner five times this cycle...
{tiny tag: assassin}
She may or may not be making mental checklists of everyone carrying water-pistols whenever she looks up from the book. But feel free to approach, she's not in a mood to bite today.
That's probably because she's already bitten the wedding planner five times this cycle...
{tiny tag: assassin}
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Apr. 13th, 2008 02:36 pmallgoingtodie.livejournal.comShoes... she doesn't like them. Even if Kaplan keeps saying how they'll protect her feet. But she's not caring about that right now. All she's caring about is the fact that she has a body. No longer just a holographic image of a child. So this would be her still learning. Teaching herself from watching people. From what she'd talked about with Kaplan. Everything was still so new to her.
So there is a barefoot super computer outside. She's just simply enjoying the day. (And possibly still learning to not lose her balance so quickly)
[tiny tag: Red Queen (Resident Evil)]
So there is a barefoot super computer outside. She's just simply enjoying the day. (And possibly still learning to not lose her balance so quickly)
[tiny tag: Red Queen (Resident Evil)]
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Apr. 13th, 2008 02:57 pmqueenofmay[OOM:
But love is a voice on the wind
This longing is a voice on the wind
And the wages of sin
She cultivates the wages of sin
And a tanglewood tree
In a tanglewood tree
More wedding aftermath.]
But love is a voice on the wind
This longing is a voice on the wind
And the wages of sin
She cultivates the wages of sin
And a tanglewood tree
In a tanglewood tree
More wedding aftermath.]
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Apr. 13th, 2008 04:13 pmshinigami-rem.livejournal.comRem is sitting outside enjoying the afternoon, with some tea and cookies. She looks rather funny, as she still looks rather frightening but she's in a dress and less spiky.
Please join her if you wish, she is very kind.
Please join her if you wish, she is very kind.
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Apr. 13th, 2008 04:32 pmlikesthecoatIt takes Ianto Jones a few seconds to notice that the door he went through did not bring him to the room he expected.
(You can tell that he's surprised by how his eyebrow shoots up a moment.)
But Ianto is nothing if not adaptable, and so he stands back and observes before attempting to engage anyone in conversation.
The coffee, however, smells excellent. That alone makes him want to linger.
[ooc: Rebooting Ianto. La!]
[ooc: ETA: It is now 9:00 p.m. Must beg for fade/slowtime on all threads. My hands are killing me.]
(You can tell that he's surprised by how his eyebrow shoots up a moment.)
But Ianto is nothing if not adaptable, and so he stands back and observes before attempting to engage anyone in conversation.
The coffee, however, smells excellent. That alone makes him want to linger.
[ooc: Rebooting Ianto. La!]
[ooc: ETA: It is now 9:00 p.m. Must beg for fade/slowtime on all threads. My hands are killing me.]
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Apr. 13th, 2008 05:19 pmfiery_ring[oom: A Big Row]
Carlotta slams the door as she enters, then jumps on the nearest table and chair up to the rafters.
No tears, but wound up about as far as she can go.
[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]
Carlotta slams the door as she enters, then jumps on the nearest table and chair up to the rafters.
No tears, but wound up about as far as she can go.
[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]
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Apr. 13th, 2008 05:32 pmroger-ratcliff.livejournal.comThose who already know Roger may not recognize the figure walking in right now.
For one, he's not accompanied by Pongo.
In addition, he in no way looks happy.
A newspaper is clutched in his hands, and he winds his way to the piano, dark circles under his eyes, features drawn and worry all over his face. He stumbles as he reaches the bench, but pulls it out anyhow. Sitting down, he lifts the cover on the keys, and then places his hands just above the ivories.
(His fingers are shaking.)
The tune isn't anything like the usual sweet jazz melodies that he plays. It's a jazz tune, yes, but it's incredibly melancholy.
The newspaper that he was holding is now on top of the piano:
For one, he's not accompanied by Pongo.
In addition, he in no way looks happy.
A newspaper is clutched in his hands, and he winds his way to the piano, dark circles under his eyes, features drawn and worry all over his face. He stumbles as he reaches the bench, but pulls it out anyhow. Sitting down, he lifts the cover on the keys, and then places his hands just above the ivories.
(His fingers are shaking.)
The tune isn't anything like the usual sweet jazz melodies that he plays. It's a jazz tune, yes, but it's incredibly melancholy.
The newspaper that he was holding is now on top of the piano:
( The headline: )
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Apr. 13th, 2008 05:55 pmdazzling-future.livejournal.com[OOM: Bella reads the paper, pondering what doesn't get reported.]
Bella smiles at the Bar, relieved that she will be able to put off dinner with the chancellor's wife for a few hours. The woman is kind enough, certainly, and Bella is extremely grateful, but she tends to ask funny sorts of questions. Questions that should not be answered. Questions that Bella herself does not particularly like to think about.
She sits down at a booth and proceeds to unpack her bag. Flipping through a notebook, she comes across her father's last letter, as well as the newspaper story reporting Mr. Milverton's death. She reads over both with increasing frustration.
To no one in particular, she cries out, "That's all very well and good, but what does it mean?"
Feel free to talk, even if you don't have an answer.
<tinytag: Bella Moriarty>
Bella smiles at the Bar, relieved that she will be able to put off dinner with the chancellor's wife for a few hours. The woman is kind enough, certainly, and Bella is extremely grateful, but she tends to ask funny sorts of questions. Questions that should not be answered. Questions that Bella herself does not particularly like to think about.
She sits down at a booth and proceeds to unpack her bag. Flipping through a notebook, she comes across her father's last letter, as well as the newspaper story reporting Mr. Milverton's death. She reads over both with increasing frustration.
To no one in particular, she cries out, "That's all very well and good, but what does it mean?"
Feel free to talk, even if you don't have an answer.
<tinytag: Bella Moriarty>
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Apr. 13th, 2008 05:56 pmhopeless-son.livejournal.comBrand was starting to like this place. Even if he was cut off for the most part from the Fount this bar- place at the end of the universe- had a taste to it that was appealing. Power, mostly, and if he could figure out a way to tap it? Well then everything would be quite better then.
Outside was even better, though, with the way he could breath instead of being sufficated by all the people inside. True he liked what buzzed about in there but even a Prince of Darkess needed his brooding time and this was it.
So there he laid on a rock by the lake tracing the stars with a finger murmering something softly to himself. Might be an incantation. Might be a little song or a poem.
Care to poke and find out?
[tinytag: Brand of Amber]
Outside was even better, though, with the way he could breath instead of being sufficated by all the people inside. True he liked what buzzed about in there but even a Prince of Darkess needed his brooding time and this was it.
So there he laid on a rock by the lake tracing the stars with a finger murmering something softly to himself. Might be an incantation. Might be a little song or a poem.
Care to poke and find out?
[tinytag: Brand of Amber]
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Apr. 13th, 2008 06:12 pmpwnuall.livejournal.comOnce upon a tiny, there was a kid version of a certain familiar A-T Crow in this very bar, along with another kid that he'd been bullying. Once upon a time he left the same bar, and then never came back! It seemed to be a random occurrence, because from then on, it was teenage Ikki again, acting all like nothing had ever happened.
Well, today is a different day - because when the door swings open, there's a perplexed eleven year old crow standing in the doorway, eying the place before rolling his eyes. "What," he says. "This again?"
He's got a fish-shaped cake in his hand and he takes a big bite of it, then jumps a little when there's a shout behind him. "FUCKIN' KID," a man's voice orders, "YOU BETTER PAY FOR THAT!"
"Uh," he says, swallowing his food, and slams the door shut RIGHT QUICK with his foot, scampering away from it to put as much distance between him and the other side as possible. "Yeah! I'll get right on that when I get back, sir!"
As if he could even be heard, now.
As if he even plans to follow through on the promise.
Oh, bar. You so wacky sometimes.
[tinytag: kid!minami ikki ; kazu mikura ; kururu ; wanijima akito ; bridget ; kanon]
Well, today is a different day - because when the door swings open, there's a perplexed eleven year old crow standing in the doorway, eying the place before rolling his eyes. "What," he says. "This again?"
He's got a fish-shaped cake in his hand and he takes a big bite of it, then jumps a little when there's a shout behind him. "FUCKIN' KID," a man's voice orders, "YOU BETTER PAY FOR THAT!"
"Uh," he says, swallowing his food, and slams the door shut RIGHT QUICK with his foot, scampering away from it to put as much distance between him and the other side as possible. "Yeah! I'll get right on that when I get back, sir!"
As if he could even be heard, now.
As if he even plans to follow through on the promise.
Oh, bar. You so wacky sometimes.
[tinytag: kid!minami ikki ; kazu mikura ; kururu ; wanijima akito ; bridget ; kanon]
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Apr. 13th, 2008 06:15 pmgot-red.livejournal.com"You are not supposed to be back there, mate."
Neither is he, really, but as he chivvies Ed out from behind the bar, a napkin note appears in front of him.
"... Huh. Alright then. Guess that's only fair."
A few minutes later, the following is scrawled on the specials board
[ooc: slowtimed for the night. Thanks for the awesome, guys!
Neither is he, really, but as he chivvies Ed out from behind the bar, a napkin note appears in front of him.
"... Huh. Alright then. Guess that's only fair."
A few minutes later, the following is scrawled on the specials board
SPECIALS
Half off anything you have to tell me how to make.
Don't mind the zombie.
Half off anything you have to tell me how to make.
Don't mind the zombie.
[ooc: slowtimed for the night. Thanks for the awesome, guys!
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Apr. 13th, 2008 07:05 pmborn-running.livejournal.comOOM: Sticks and stones may break my bones...
SPOILER ALERT: The Thirteenth Stone takes place between the second and third episodes of The Sarah Jane Adventures.
SPOILER ALERT: The Thirteenth Stone takes place between the second and third episodes of The Sarah Jane Adventures.
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Apr. 13th, 2008 07:10 pmlandlesslord[OOM:
A wedding and the aftermath.]
Sad veiled bride, please be happy
Handsome groom, give her room
Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
(Though she needs you
More than she loves you)
And I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Over and over and over and over
Over and over,
I know it's over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real.
A wedding and the aftermath.]
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Apr. 13th, 2008 07:14 pmaction_rad[OOM: So much for your plans...]
Sitting in the bar, in front of the TV that's currently showing game three of the Montreal-Boston series, with some Doritos and a bottle of Coke Zero, is Rad.
The unclaimed DS Lite is also with him, but it's currently switched off, so as to not distract him from the game.
Feels weird to be watching something that'll occur almost two years into the future...
Sitting in the bar, in front of the TV that's currently showing game three of the Montreal-Boston series, with some Doritos and a bottle of Coke Zero, is Rad.
The unclaimed DS Lite is also with him, but it's currently switched off, so as to not distract him from the game.
Feels weird to be watching something that'll occur almost two years into the future...
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Apr. 13th, 2008 07:59 pmalwaysroomforhopeThere are a lot of things Steph hasn't been for a long time. Alive, for example (she only realised yesterday that her hair hasn't grown in nearly three years). Helpless (she's grown out of that forever -- she hopes). Annoying (okay, well....). Zuko's girlfriend. (You can tell she's over that one, because she's no longer talking constantly about how over it she is.)
Or...
Robin.
But some things you never grow out of.
Therefore: your Security member on duty is not the unimpressive blonde teenager she usually is, but an ... well, okay, an unimpressive blonde teenager in a really impressive Robin outfit, fiddling with her pockets in between beaming at the room in general, hanging from a rafter happily.
She'd forgotten how much fun this uniform was. All the pockets! All the toys! The feeling like she could kick the world's ass with her pinky!
Being a superhero is awesome.
Or...
Robin.
But some things you never grow out of.
Therefore: your Security member on duty is not the unimpressive blonde teenager she usually is, but an ... well, okay, an unimpressive blonde teenager in a really impressive Robin outfit, fiddling with her pockets in between beaming at the room in general, hanging from a rafter happily.
She'd forgotten how much fun this uniform was. All the pockets! All the toys! The feeling like she could kick the world's ass with her pinky!
Being a superhero is awesome.
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Apr. 13th, 2008 08:11 pmpetraarkanian.livejournal.comAnyone who has ever associated with Petra probably knows her apathy towards the Jedi. Which is why it would be very strange for her to be sitting at a table with a lightsaber in front of her, drinking... something as she stares at it. The look on her face is one that can be easily read as 'what the hell do I do with this now?'
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Apr. 13th, 2008 08:27 pmfatboyrun.livejournal.comIn the late afternoon, there is laughter down by the lake.
"Wait, wait, wait wait wait," says Dennis, propped up on an elbow on the blanket, a foot or two away from the highest ebb of the water. He points with his free arm. "Hit the leaf."
Giggling, Jake sends the intrepid remote control fireboat in completely the wrong direction, out on the lake.
"Almost," says Dennis encouragingly, leaning over to take a look at the controller. "I think for forward, you want to shove that that way, maybe. Just a thought."
"Daaaaaad!" Jake complains, wriggling away with a bout of laughter. He can't escape the long arm of the law, though. Or, rather, the relatively long arm of the dad.
Have we mentioned the shrieks of laughter yet? Meanwhile, the fireboat sails here, there, and everywhere.
[Tag: dennis doyle, jake o'dell, kate warner]
"Wait, wait, wait wait wait," says Dennis, propped up on an elbow on the blanket, a foot or two away from the highest ebb of the water. He points with his free arm. "Hit the leaf."
Giggling, Jake sends the intrepid remote control fireboat in completely the wrong direction, out on the lake.
"Almost," says Dennis encouragingly, leaning over to take a look at the controller. "I think for forward, you want to shove that that way, maybe. Just a thought."
"Daaaaaad!" Jake complains, wriggling away with a bout of laughter. He can't escape the long arm of the law, though. Or, rather, the relatively long arm of the dad.
Have we mentioned the shrieks of laughter yet? Meanwhile, the fireboat sails here, there, and everywhere.
[Tag: dennis doyle, jake o'dell, kate warner]
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Apr. 13th, 2008 08:56 pmtheflyingsquirlThe zombie question finally solved, one tired mutant returns to the bar, heading up to the bar--minus squirrels, today--to unwind with a snack.
Pizza and beer, and a bit of people-watching. Just the thing, he thinks.
[tiny tags: assassin, squirrel]
Pizza and beer, and a bit of people-watching. Just the thing, he thinks.
[tiny tags: assassin, squirrel]
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Apr. 13th, 2008 09:14 pmkitty-the-wolf.livejournal.comAfter making it out of Milliways the first time, Kitty did in fact make it out of Denver with plenty of time to spare. Now she's several days out on the road, and it's time to start thinking about her next show.
Like where it's going to be.
And what it'll be about.
Kitty has piles of paper around her, and a hastily scrawled sign reading; Got a story? Want to be on radio? propped up against her purse.
Monday 18.43PST ETA: Post still open to new tags.
Like where it's going to be.
And what it'll be about.
Kitty has piles of paper around her, and a hastily scrawled sign reading; Got a story? Want to be on radio? propped up against her purse.
Monday 18.43PST ETA: Post still open to new tags.
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Apr. 13th, 2008 09:39 pmstuck-mynock.livejournal.comAtton's getting ready to interview somebody.
In his case, this means wearing menacing looking sunglasses as he fiddles about with mechanical parts on the table. The sunglasses are interview-related, the parts not so much.
Botherable.
[The post is for a bartending interview, but it's not plotlocked.]
In his case, this means wearing menacing looking sunglasses as he fiddles about with mechanical parts on the table. The sunglasses are interview-related, the parts not so much.
Botherable.
[The post is for a bartending interview, but it's not plotlocked.]
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Apr. 13th, 2008 09:42 pmwill_scarlettWill is outside hitting the punching bag, he's done archery practice, sword practice and now is at the punching bag.
Its not helping as much as he'd like it to, but its motion and action at least.
Its not helping as much as he'd like it to, but its motion and action at least.
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Apr. 13th, 2008 10:14 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy probably should be in bed.
He's still struggling to assemble the pushchair in a corner.
He's still struggling to assemble the pushchair in a corner.
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Apr. 13th, 2008 10:31 pmstilljustandrew*The front door opens and in comes Andrew, shoulders slumped in weariness.*
*Said weariness is partly because of the recent lengthy Council debates on what to do about the turncoat Slayer; the consensus, at least for now, is that they have more important things to do -- and can't risk another raid on Wolfram & Hart to find her. It's also partly because it's pretty late at night in New York, right now.*
*A large part of it, though, might be because he and Jonathan haven't spoken more than six words to each other in weeks.*
*Andrew gets a table, and asks the first waitrat to come along for grilled cheese and a mug of hot cocoa. With miniature marshmallows.*
*Said weariness is partly because of the recent lengthy Council debates on what to do about the turncoat Slayer; the consensus, at least for now, is that they have more important things to do -- and can't risk another raid on Wolfram & Hart to find her. It's also partly because it's pretty late at night in New York, right now.*
*A large part of it, though, might be because he and Jonathan haven't spoken more than six words to each other in weeks.*
*Andrew gets a table, and asks the first waitrat to come along for grilled cheese and a mug of hot cocoa. With miniature marshmallows.*
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Apr. 13th, 2008 10:47 pmnothawkingbird.livejournal.comAfter meeting Rinaldo, Kate stalked out back to the practice area, and looking for the bag to punch and kick as much as she can. Looking to do a hard practice, and push herself as much as she can.
As much as she can. Which suddenly didn't seem like that much, and people didn't think she could handle herself. She didn't make any agreement, she would be fine. She's not some damn doll to stick up on a pedestal after all.
[tiny tag: Brand]
As much as she can. Which suddenly didn't seem like that much, and people didn't think she could handle herself. She didn't make any agreement, she would be fine. She's not some damn doll to stick up on a pedestal after all.
[tiny tag: Brand]
