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[banished-to.livejournal.com]

Three roots there are | that three ways run
'Neath the ash-tree Yggdrasil;
'Neath the first lives Hel, | 'neath the second the frost-giants,
'Neath the last are the lands of men.

Long it has been since Hel found a door to Milliways; and even now the one she opens leads not inside but out to the forest. She'll take what she can get - full grown the half-dead goddess is far too large to fit inside Milliways. The compression field that affects the robots does not so much affect her.

She doesn't know how long it has been for the people here. It doesn't really matter. She's seeing the grass, the trees, the green and growing things.

((Still open))

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[shecalledmefred.livejournal.com]

It's not from 1958 that I enter, but from fifty years later -- 2008. Funny, I haven't aged at all, though there are some things that are different: for starters, I am wearing jeans for the first time since -- oh, since I was a child, I believe. I am also carrying something that does not exist in my time, a device first introduced to me by a young man named Carl.

A laptop.

Specifically, Ouranos' laptop, which he had taken pains to explain to me how to use it. Now that I know there is a "word processing" program on it, well. There is something quite seductive about writing without the paper. So I have taken up an armchair by the fire, me and this contraption of Ouranos'.

This contraption of Ouranos' that he might not realize, just yet, is not in his apartment.

[ petit tag: boo; ouranos; paul varjak ]

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[slasherofprices.livejournal.com]

It's been a while since Simon Skinner has walked in from Sandford. Today is no different: he walks in from where he's usually walked in from as of late. Chicago. Also typical is the pastry that's been shoved in his mouth, and the sketch pad he's carrying underneath his arm. Funny how he's traded one routine life (albeit, with murderings in) for another (with 100% less murdering!). He loves it, really.

If you need him, he's at a table, enjoying a cup of coffee and that delicious pastry that was shoved in his mouth.

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[candied-rabbit.livejournal.com]

Have you ever had one of those days where you get up on the weekend and, realizing you have a lot of work, decide to put procrastination aside and go right to it? Still, maybe you don't want to lose any time from your weekend, so you gather up everything you have to do in your rabbit-shaped backpack and head to the local, interdimensional Bar.

You stake out a nice, comfy spot between the couches and the fire and start to unload your stuff, and then, suddenly, morning lethargy catches up to you, and you end up curled up and napping on the Bar floor...

...What? You haven't?

Well, Momiji's having a day rather like that, right now.

Occasionally, we do pay attention to those muses who don't always get much face time.

[willeatanything.livejournal.com]

Rustling sounds.

"Oooh bet dad would love this!"

Coming from one of Milliways' trash recepticles [what? You think the Bar at the End of the Universe didn't have any?].

"And this! And this too!"

Someone or something is rummaging for ... whatever it is dumpster divers look for.

"Can't believe some of the things people here think is garbage! Yeah this would make a good snack!"




[Mini Tag: Emile.]

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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

(OOM: A search of Kate's room might turn up some curious writings of recent events.)

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[haven-in-books.livejournal.com]

Put together one twelve-year-old witch, a magical Bar,  a miniature cauldron, and what do you get?

Come by Rose's table and you'll find out. 

((post open for new tags through Sunday night))

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[killitwithfire]

Axel's sprawled on the couch by the fire this evening, a pot of pepper tea in easy reach (with an extra cup, for company), book in hand, nose in book.

It isn't his usual computer-related fare, however. This time, his book is Guitar Tabs For Dummies.

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[walksthebounds]

It's not a bad gig, being a servant in one of the big estates in Lajouie - that is, if you don't mind the contract that binds you there for a decade or two. The upper class spend a lot of money getting their servants trained up right, and they don't intend to let that money go to waste.

Jamie doesn't mind, because he doesn't plan on keeping any contract anyways, but he'd reckoned without the extreme measures that the De Lulien family go to into make sure their investments pay off.

It took all of Jamie's ingenuity to get round the guards on the servants' dormitory, and as for the ones on the edge of the estate, well, he didn't quite manage it as smoothly as he'd like - which is why he comes through the Bound (and the front door) at a dead run, skidding to a halt in the middle of the room and blinking a bit as he catches his breath.

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[not_lugosi]

Bela's been busy lately. Some of it's been the good kind of busy - treasures sold, more found. But the bad kind of busy has been more prevalent of late.

Curse-breaking is a tedious, vexing business. Sometimes you just need to walk away for a while.

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[smallestopener]

Ingress is sprawled on her tummy on the rug by the fireplace, drawing with colored pencils. She's illustrating one of her books, her legs kicking in the air. She has on purple leggings with pink spots and a bright blue top to match her hair.

She'd be happy to chat while she works.

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[acts_of_gord]

[OOM: "No! Not me! You want me alive- I'm the only man who knows everything that's going on!"

Or, there's a lot of Marines between Gordon Freeman and the surface.]

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[ostro_goth]

Teja has been working in the forge most of the day, and now comes downstairs for dinner. He is wearing armour and cloak, and looking serious and dignified, as usual. He orders dinner from the waitrats; proper dinner to be eaten at a proper table.

But first, he puts up a notice:

Then, he sits down at his table, and dines on small fried squid, vegetables, bread, and wine. Should a friend approach him, though, he would of course offer to share his meal. For a man of his time, it would be impossibly impolite not to.-

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[cutting_edgex23]

X is downstairs again today, finishing up dinner.

Shifts at the nightclub always make her hungry.

She's also somewhat--hesitant, shall we say, about going back home.

There are some conversations X does not want to have.

And it is hard to imagine that Cessily would not have wanted to talk.

She always does.

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[hopeitsworthit]

[OOM: Sometimes people change. Sometimes they don't. Nobody ever really knows for sure.]

[ooc: spoilers for 2.03--Bloodlust]