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[irredeemableant.livejournal.com]

Eric is quite subdued, today. He continues to wear the Ant-Man suit not out of need (he has a spare set of clothes, now), but out of the fact that it makes him feel, well... cooler. It's practically conversation piece, now. An ice-breaker.

Plus, he can do things like what he's doing right now.

Which is camp out on an olive in a martini while barely two inches tall. His feet kicked back, he's on top of the world. Though a good bump would send him splashing into the drink.

[tiny tag: Eric O'Grady]

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[stubborn-annie.livejournal.com]

The bakery in Harrogate's been a busy, busy place lately; Annie's been seriously considering the possibility of expansion, or at least of taking on more staff somehow. One can only press one's workers so far before quality starts to suffer, after all. In the meantime, she's been fiddling with several new and different recipes, mostly to play to the international market- Harrogate's biggest industry nowadays is conference centres, and people from all over Europe wind up in Yorkshire as a result of their corporate masters' demands. Someone's got to feed them. Which is why, today, Annie's set herself up at one of the tables and put up a listing of the ingredients in the several different sorts of Catalan pastries she brought with her- along with a sign saying 'testing these out for my business' and another one saying 'if anyone magicks these I will make you pay for it'.

(no subject)

[leapsineternity.livejournal.com]

Someone showed up in Milliways for the first time the other day. The Librarian is not pleased by this, and it shows; even a ten-foot-tall cone creature with appendages unlike anything else in the Bar can have vaguely recognizable body language, if it's hung around humans long enough. Its usual attempts at calming itself have gone on for several days to no avail, both in and out of the Bar, so the Librarian is giving matters one last try here before going home and simply indulging its irritation.

To the rest of the Bar, this means a ten-foot-tall iridescent green cone creature with swiftly wobbling head-tentacles and trumpet things sticking out of its back is staring in three-eyed earnest at a group of levitating marbles just above its table. The ability to move objects without touch is generally not done much in public, being reserved for functional matters like the retrieval of books from difficult spots in the Great Library, but somehow the Librarian highly doubts anyone will recognize this for the grossly immodest display it is.


[tinytag: The Great Librarian, Emperor Norton]

(no subject)

[rt-5478.livejournal.com]

Artie's been in and out of Milliways, but hasn't seen his target since the failed assassination attempt a week ago. Still, he's bound to return eventually; after all, presumably the boy has someone to take down as well.

In the meantime, Artie's having lunch and finishing his math homework. Please try not to get his notes wet.

[tinytag: assassin]

Hisashiburi, ne?

[hiroaki_protagonist]

[OOM: Hiro tries to condense fact from the vapor of nuance.]

When Hiro wanders into the bar, he is greeted by a cake with 1#5 written on it. It's a circular cake with a slice cut out of it, a slice that covers nearly a 30° arc; on that slice is written You're late. He also gets his copy of the wedding invitation and RSVPs:

Dot:
Sorry I'm late getting back to you. I'll be there with bells and whistles on.
— Hiro

That done, he orders a cup of Java to postpone his collapse a little longer, takes the cup and the cake to a booth, and sits back to watch the life of the place. Botherable. Maybe the slice of cake is yours for the asking. This cake is no lie, believe me.

First entrance.

[marslikesyou.livejournal.com]

The door opens to admit a young Asian-looking woman dressed in black, with a red band wrapped around her neck. Something woven into her dark hair shimmers and sparkles as she looks around with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

"This is new." She blinks. "This is completely new. How did this place even get built without Mars's knowledge?"

She glides into the bar, looking with equal fascination at the patrons, the fixtures, and the Window.

Her feet never quite touch the ground.

[tinytag: Caprice Quevillion]

(no subject)

[hack-slash-bots.livejournal.com]

So...

At a table and staring into their Happy Meal Cocktails are a pair of mookbots.

"What about.." "Naaaah..we ain't allowed to use those no more." "We could lob.." The next sentence from Slash gets silenced with a Look from Hack.

What are they discussing?

If they knew, they wouldn't be the mookbots. But feel free to ask them anyways.
Tiny tag: Assassin

(no subject)

[acts_of_gord]

[OOM: He starts at Black Mesa tomorrow.]

The figure that shoves open the front door is helmeted, and armored in black and grey. It's spattered with dirt and mud, and it's leaning on a grey, fat-tired bicycle that looks like it probably sneaks out of the garage at night and devours unwary Big Wheels left on other people's lawns. The door doesn't get closed until the bicycle is all the way in; as the latch clicks shut, the figure pushes its helmet visor up with one begloved hand.

"Oh," says Gordon, blinking as his eyes adjust to the light levels in Milliways. "Wasn't expecting this place again."



[tinytag: Gordon Freeman]

(no subject)

[thanksrainman]

Gus finds himself a seat near the fireplace, slouched down into the sofa cushions almost to the point of assimilating with them.

He has a bottle of Harp in one hand, and a deck of cards in the other, which he's constantly cutting and shuffling.


<sub>[ooc: slowtime off and on today, because it's house cleaning day]

tiny tag: Gus Dickinson, Paul Varjack</sub>

(no subject)

[basic_powers]

It's been a week since his last run in with his assassin, and with no leads on his current target, Tyler's opted to spend today practicing his lightsaber forms outside. In his Moonshadow uniform.

What? Kid wants to get some practice in his gear on, including the grapple gauntlet and helmet.

{Tiny Tag:Assassin}

(no subject)

[lissla-lissar.livejournal.com]

Lissar is curled up in one of the big chairs, napping. It's a light nap, she'd wake up long before anyone actually touched her, but she is none-the-less napping.

It'd be great to be able to say that it was because she'd gotten into a big project but the truth is that she's been staying up far, far too late in the day playing Halo. Because she is bound and determined to beat it. Realizing that she would be non-functional for actual work is what drove her here. Yay Milliways and it's time-bending abilities, right?

(no subject)

[hermajestysfury]

Since first arriving Sir Nicholas has checked the front door nineteen times, spent over twelve hours searching the upper story(ies? He's not sure, and he's the one who walked it), looked in on the garage, and generally acted like a caged animal.

Now he's starting the same dedicated reconnaissance outside. He's planning on looking at everything before he settles down to simply living where he's been stuck.

((Sir Nicholas Fury))

(no subject)

[shecalledmefred.livejournal.com]

Today I received the following note:

Paul,

Thank you for attending the party. We all made fools of ourselves; don't we always? But I was just charmed by "Olivia" -- OK, Oliver! He's such a brute, throwing poor Harry around like that! (Oh, and don't worry about him. He's fine. He tried to stay over the next day, complaining about "aches and pains." We wouldn't have it. William drove him back where he belonged. Don't know if he made it to the paper in time for work, but you know I'm sure the paper's used to it by now!)

Anyway William and I were wondering if the both of you'd like stay with us in our house up north next weekend. Let me know! As always we have an extra cottage to spare!

Love,
C.

That is the note I am reading as I sit at an armchair by the fire. Afterward I look up into the fire, thinking.

Would Ouranos really be okay with spending a weekend with Coleen and her husband?

[ petit tag: delysia lafosse; paul varjack ]

[ ooc: aaaand it's time for me to skeedaddle. slowtime pls? ]

(no subject)

[callmemajor]

It's been a long day for Lorne. Training new recruits, filling out paperwork, and don't get him started on the sewage system backup that left him relocating an entire wing of scientists into the newly okayed housing units.

So if he looks a little surly, hunched on a couch by the fire with a large whiskey...well, company would probably cheer him up.

(no subject)

[smart-house.livejournal.com]

SARAH hasn't been in the bar for nearly a week.

(All her mun's fault, of course.)

Her door is open for all comers.

[tinytag: assassin]

[ooc: emergency away.]

A gorgeous day.

[morethanavoice.livejournal.com]

"Nick!"

The newcomer's voice is clear and strong and bright, even as she looks momentarily concerned. Even the concern does not appear permanent; her smile wrinkles are, however.

"Nick! Where are you? You have the keys to the flat, sweetheart -- how am I supposed to go to the show without them?" 'Flat', in her American accent, sounds slightly awkward in context, but she's learning.

...Amongst the things that the light-redheaded woman is learning is that she is very much no longer in Onslow Mansions, #5.

"Nick?"

Welcome to Milliways, Delysia Lafosse.

[tinytag: delysia lafosse]

(no subject)

[kitty-the-wolf.livejournal.com]

Some werewolves become half-man, half-wolf hybrids. Some become indistinguishable from normal wolves. Kitty's type? Conservation of mass at work: she's exactly as heavy a wolf as she is a woman...but not nearly as moon-bound as the ones who usually run these woods.

That's why she's picked today to check out the grounds, when the moon isn't full and nobody has to change. Her body language says I'm not a threat, I'm just looking, I won't hunt and she's paying attention to things.

People are things too! She'd be pleased to meet you!

(no subject)

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Her first disguise having been compromised with almost fatal results last week, Goldy has decided to go with something less elaborate on the defensive front from now on. Which is why her instantly recognizable hair is up in a tight bun and covered by a Chicago Bears baseball cap tonight. It may seem like a simple move, but it's still not something she would ever do normally—she never has bad hair days that require such fixes.

Add in the pair of glasses and she presents differently enough. Or at least inconspicuously.

Armed with chips and salsa and a top-shelf margarita, she's seated along a booth again, back to the wall. As she eats, she idly browses the room for her mark, and for Charlie, and for anyone else who gives her more than a passing glance. Such was her assassin's ineptitude during their last meeting that Goldy thinks it quite unlikely that she's still in the game by this point. Besides, it's just safer to suspect everyone.

[tiny-tag: assassin]

(no subject)

[stargypsy.livejournal.com]

Tali is sitting at a table fiddling with a gadget. Well, gadgets. This in itself is not unusual, but the gadgets themselves are. The one she is not actively fiddling with sits at her elbow: it's a little handle with a sort of circular plate on the end. Attached to the plate is a sponge with a rough surface. The device she's currently assembling is similar, but it has a little mop on the end instead.

She recently got a job cleaning in the kitchen, and is making improvements to her dishwashing tools.

[Tinytag: Tali'Zorah nar Rayya]

Happy Hour!

[collects_ears]

No creative happy hour theme tonight, just drinks, drinks and yes - more drinks.

Maybe there's one you'd like to try?

"Tonight's drinks are: Tainted Heart, Tea Toddy, Tequila Fizz and Teresa's Dream Shake."

On the specials board, the words 50% off drinks if you can PROVE your given name is Teresa appear.

"What'll it be?"

(no subject)

[fiery_ring]

[oom: Revalation.]

Today, there is not the sound of anger outside, but a dying away applause.

Her classmates have had to go away to a meeting, but she wanted just another moment to celebrate her freedom. And Carlotta got it, finding the door and entering the bar.

She races through to the back door, and once out in the fresh air, flips herself over hands to feet to hands to feet, changing to cartwheels, then walking on her hands, and finally stopping near the lake, shifting her weight onto one hand on a rock and spreading her legs to balance.

She pauses, upside down, to get her breath back.

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]

(no subject)

[seewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

If you were a highly trained ninja assassin and you had been given a target and strict orders to terminate that target with extreme... well, let's not exaggerate. If you had been given orders to squirt that target with water, where would you be?

Yeah, the rafters. That's where Cass would be too.

And is.

[tinytag: Assassins]

(no subject)

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM

it was not December
and it was not May
it was the fourteenth of April
which was Ruination Day

]

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Can't live like a student forever]

Guppy looks much on the mend tonight, and is sitting by the fire eating dinner. His other hand flicks vaguely through a catalogue.

(no subject)

[mononoke-san.livejournal.com]

Today, when the Beast Princess rolls on in, she's accompanied by a great, big, white --

thing.

It scrabbles around on the floor to regain its balance, finally rearing up to reveal itself to be an enormous white wolf. Its lips are drawn back to expose huge teeth, and almost immediately, San's put herself right in front of the snapping jaws.

No, she says quickly, This is the place I told you about -- the odd futuretime, with the Eric God.

The wolf's wariness only decreases by a hair.

San, we do not belong here, it growls.

She smiles, a little ruefully, patting her brother's muzzle.

It is not the forest, I know, but it's not bad. I'll get you something to eat.



[ tiny tag ; hao asakura, san, the librarian ]

(no subject)

[born-running.livejournal.com]

{OOM: ...But words will never hurt me.
Rated S for small amounts of Spoilers and HW for Hidden Whitetext.}

The Luke who stumbles through the door is looking a wee bit like the walking dead. If he seems a bit unbalanced- well, that's understandable. And if he grabs onto things every so often on his way to the nearest unoccupied seat, well, can you blame him?

Fighting for your life has a way of sucking the energy out of you.

The grin on his face, however, is entirely his own, and a triumphant one at that.

(no subject)

[is-still-alive.livejournal.com]

GLaDOS may or may not be making happy eating noises.

She is, however, eating cake.

A (rather monstrously proportioned) chocolate cake.

If you can think you can get her to share? Feel free to try.




[ tiny tag ; GLaDOS ]

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

[OOMS: Lilly catches up with the Winchester brothers: In a shocking twist, she and Dean drink and talk a lot!

Some time later, in an actual twist, she gets serious with Sam about the care and treatment of dead blonde ex-girlfriends.]

(no subject)

[whitestshoes.livejournal.com]

It's the third time Pam's been snatched into Milliways, but her current attire is a little less modest than her normal work clothes. She's lost her cardigan sweater (for the evening, at least) and is now wearing the blouse she once purchased online (with a little over-the-shoulder advice from Kelly) but chose not to wear to work after being on the receiving end of Creed's leer.

She sits and orders a drink - nothing too fancy, and looks around. Not looking for a certain lifeguard she's recently met, of course. Just surveying her surroundings.

But while she's blatantly Not Looking, she wouldn't be averse to some good conversation.

[tiny tag: Pam Beesly, Arthur Curry]

(no subject)

[queenofmay]

[OOC: Mun will not be around for many hours. BUT she just finished the big homework of the last week and wants to play! Off to bed! Will resume in the morning!]


Marian stood in the doorway, looking at Milliways. The quiet, impossible to miss, smile on her lips was hardly new to her day, but it wasn't something Milliways had seen in months.

The door was closed and tea was acquired with a skip in her steps.