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[killitwithfire]

Axel is sitting by the fire.

Very, very close.

Almost 'in.'

He's in a very bad place right now.

((ooc: plot-locked, sorry.))

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[appletuner.livejournal.com]

Kanon, in the bar, lying on the floor in front of the fireplace. His headphones are in and music can be heard playing from them, loud enough to catch a few stray words of the various songs as the melodies come and go. His eyes are closed and his fingers are tapping on the floor, as if playing along to each song on some unknown instrument, in some faraway place.

These tuners, you see, sometimes they get in a musical world of their own - and the Sumeragi cousins, they most of all. It's like a magical spell of its own, something beholden to see.

That doesn't mean he's against social communication, though. It just means he might be a little different if you come up and speak to him...

[tinytag: kanon ; bridget]

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[k_in_black]

[OOM: It’s bad enough when you know you'll soon be getting unpleasant news.

But it’s worse when you have to wait nearly three months just to get it.]

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[alorn-bear.livejournal.com]

It's been a busy couple of days in Mongolia, so Belar's been dividing his attention more than he really likes. Today, though, he's got everything back home nailed down. The sign he puts up on the table in front of him reads:

SECURITY MEMBER ON DUTY

If I'm Not Here, Look For The Glowing Blue Guy

He figures that's simple enough. Oh, and he's turning on the blue glow as long as he's at it. Might as well be sure.


[tinytag: Stark, Benjamin Grimm]

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[leapsineternity.livejournal.com]

The encounter with an avatar of the high priest of the Great Old Ones has faded a little with the passing of time, but of all the races of the universe from which they hail, the Great Race of Yith's members know better than any just how very little the passing of time can mean. When the ten-foot-tall iridescent green cone creature enters the bar today, its attitude is still a little wary and the trumpet-shaped organs on its back never cease swiveling about.

"Bar," it says at last, "if I might have a nutrient packet, I think you should find this sufficient repayment for some time." It sets down a claw's worth of uncut black opal. "Thank you."

The alien count in the Bar has just been incremented by one.


[tinytag: The Great Librarian]

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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

(OOM [out of the bar at any rate]: From Kate's day in the cells, she gets two visitors Marian and Scarlet who help provide much needed distractions.)

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[benloserz.livejournal.com]

It is morning, and we have a Ben Winchester outside. The young man is simply stretching and warming up, as if to start exercises next, half lost in thought about many things.

No, he would not mind company, why?

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[shinigami-rem.livejournal.com]

There was a Rem, outside tending to her Rhubarb. It was growing, as it should, the side with the demon carcases was much bigger than it's counterpart without.

Rem sat back on her haunches, her hands covered in the nice dark earth. With no warning she sprang into the air and flew through the roof. Of course she went all see through, so no damage at all, just some dirt raining down on any in the greenhouse.

There is a Rem under the trees, doing much of nothing.

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[mnt_mike]

Mike's seated at Bar with a rather large stack of paperwork before him.
It's strange though, there's nary a shoebox in sight.

Good gracious! Has he actually learned how to file and work productively?

"hee hee hee."

Yeah, not so much. There's comicbooks hidden in them there files.


[tiny-tag: assassin]

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[nomorekaraoke]

[OOM: A brief look at Lorne's night-to-night life; we catch him at a fairly bad time. And if alcohol's a depressant, why do people think it'll make them happy?]

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[notagagagirl.livejournal.com]

(OOM: In summary, School Sucks.)

A raggety girl in a dark, clumsily-made dress edges into the bar, carefully closing the door behind her. Carefully, because she can't really see at the moment, thanks to the Gagas, and she'd really rather not close her foot in the door or something equally daft.
She's also singing to herself, but that's what one gets when one's world is a rock musical.
"I've paid my dues, time after time. I've done my sentence, but committed no crime..." She sighs. "Where's the dratted sink?"

She doesn't remember the loo being this big. Hopefully she finds a chair before she finds a rat.

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[command_dot_com]

A much calmer (as compared to last night's rage-a-thon) COMMAND.COM is walking in from the office for her daily lunch.

"The usual Bar? And maybe some BACOS bits as well?"

The 'usual' as it turns out, is a large salad, two burgers, a bottle of water and a large mug of the Green Stuff. Order tray in hand, Dot makes her way over to a booth in the corner to have a little relaxation.

Botherable.

{Tiny tag: Assassin}

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[broodingbacchus.livejournal.com]

The door opens. On the other side, a beautiful young man with blue-black hair and a preoccupied expression almost walks through from a near-deserted street.

Then there's a look of dismayed recognition on Imriel's face, and he scowls and closes it again.



Over the course of an hour, this scene repeats, a different setting each time. Streets, bars, bathhouses-- every few minutes, there he is again. Once it even opens on what looks suspiciously like a woman's bedroom.



Eventually, however, his vigilance fails. He walks through the door with his head turned back, in the middle of answering a question; smugly, it shuts behind him and vanishes.

Watch Imri kick the wall and shout some astonishingly creative curses!

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[azure-mercy.livejournal.com]

Zhaan's finished her garden work today, and is now enjoying the warmer weather, longer daylight and newly sprouted leaves. She's taken her dinner outside in a picnic basket and is now enjoying a repast beneath a blossoming tree.

She's brought a little extra food and additional utensils, in case someone else decides to join her.

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[a1enzo]

[[OOM: A while ago, Enzo brought Dani two presents, one romantic, one practical. Now, Dani finally gets to visit the Academy. Still in progress.]]

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[453-died-angry.livejournal.com]

The weather today is not the best but Attila is just grateful to be outside.

There is a stone by the lake with no cover nearby and so he sits there with his whetstone and carefully rubs out a nick near the end of his dagger. He had been meaning to do it for ages. Funny to think that he has time now he doesn't really need it.

Happy Hour

[grovecj.livejournal.com]

CJ is behind the counter again tonight today; taking up the chalk, he writes on the Specials Board:




Specials:

*no alcohol*

- Banana Strawberry Shake Daiquiri;

- Cranberry Bomber;


***************

*alcohol*

- Gangbuster Punch.

- Ocean Drive;

- Speedball;

A nod and he turns to the bar, washing hands on the sink. Nobody wants drinks with chalk. "Evening, people. It's Happy Hour and CJ is your barman for the evening."



[And slowtimes apply. Any further tags will be answered in the morning.]

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[smart-house.livejournal.com]

Steel door.

Something remarkably similar to Jon Stewart wafting through the doorway into the bar proper.

Who knew SARAH could get so political?

[tinytag; assassin.

[ooc: Off for the night, but the post is still open if you're looking for her.]

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[nolongerhunted]

The dead blond hasn't really thought about the letter that she'd written to Sam... okay, she hadn't thought about it a lot. It had hurt to write but that was neither here nor there. Not anymore. For the moment though she was outside in the garden. Well, laying out near it anyway. The smells of the flowers and just the air around her was good. It felt nice out too.

So that's how anyone coming outside would find her. Laying out by the garden, blue eyes shut. Hey, she was comfortable. Doesn't mean she can't be bothered though.

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[ostro_goth]

Today, there is a simple, archaic, temporary smelting furnace outside the forge: Teja is making bronze, for Kelsier's commission.

At the moment, it is smeltering quietly to itself. There is some smoke and heat, but basically, it is doing nothing that anyone could see.

Teja is leaning under the eaves of the forge, watching it, doing nothing, either.

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[guppy_sandhu]

After the reconnaissance trip with Atton and Will, Guppy is out back.

Flat pebbles, thrown to skim at the lake. But a lot of them simply plonk in, the speed he's throwing them at.

He may not be at his most sociable right now, but his dejected anger is aimed entirely at himself.

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[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Mmm, caffa. Tastes like caffa!

Which is to say that Atton's sitting at a table, drinking caffa and staring at a datapad.

[Placeholder post for plot, but not so much plot-locked.]

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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Bar, faun, tray, little bowls of nuts.

Yeah the usual routine. Gil is a creature of habit.

Except today he's on two feet instead of two hooves and there's no tail to be seen. Just brown leather pants and a brown shirt with the collar open and sleeves rolled up.

There are still horns though.

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[cant_kim]

[Shortly after this.]

Kim's not sure where to go after the hanging, but even now, she knows wandering London in a numb daze is likely to end badly.

Perhaps it's not such a surprise, then, that when she opens the door to the Dog and Bull, it opens to a different bar altogether. She blinks at Milliways for a moment, then sidles inside, closes the door, and shuffles distractedly over to Bar.

There's a momentary hesitation before Bar provides a cup of tea. Kim blinks at it, and shakes her head. "Could -- ale? Please?"

A mug of ale appears on the countertop, but the tea doesn't disappear.


[tinytag: demeter, cavilo]

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[devil-blue-eyes.livejournal.com]

The Amberite that entered into the bar tonight was not a very happy man. His dad was dead, the war was won (for now) and he had little to no time to change before the old man had been slipped off into whatever it was that he wanted to go to. Right now Bleys just didn't care.

He needed a drink. A very strong one.

Ploping himself down onto a bar stool he signed and, well, pondered. Someone may want to remind him why he sat down in the first place.

[tinytag: Bleys of Amber]

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[visible_sariel]

OOM. Her world has been running on ship's time.

Otherwise known as where the heck Sariel's been while her mun's had an attack of mad RL.

Rated S for spoilers, as in mildly so for the Next Generation episodes Ship In a Bottle and Aquiel.

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[wheatencrown]

Rice is being rationed on Demeter's earth so she has been walking and walking, losing track of days as she follows the worried prayers of farmers and the pain of fields.

When she enters the Bar, she is dusty and holding a crown of wheat in her hand that's starting to fall apart.

She blinks at the Bar and is given a glass of ouzo which she starts to drink with care.

Tiny tag: Demeter

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[k_in_black]

[After this]

It's later than usual when Agent K comes through the Door, and if he looks like a man who has places to be, there's good reason for that. If you know him very well, you might even be able to tell he's looking grim about it. This is one mission he's not looking forward to, and that's why he's stopped by for a quick drink beforehand.

"A double of the usual, Darlin'." A moment later and a double of Eli Lockhart's finest bourbon appears before him.

The Man in Black eyes the glass before taking a sip. He's never been one to talk about 'sin',' but not being in a proper frame of mind to appreciate a double of Old Eli, well... That's about as close to a sin as there is in K's world.

He drinks on in silence.