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[acts_of_gord]

Gordon didn't think he was ever going to sleep again after Black Mesa, but he was wrong. Once the chemicals his suit and the medikits and the pools in Xen had been putting into his bloodstream ebbed, all it took was a reassurance of safety- a fox to stand guard in his room- for instincts older than common sense to have their way. Gordon made it as far as the rooms upstairs before collapsing on the nearest available bed and sleeping the clock 'round.

If he dreamed, he doesn't remember it, which is probably a mercy.

That kind of thing takes a lot out of a man; he's downstairs this morning, blinking a little in the light of a new day, and absolutely ravenous. But before he can eat he's got something else to do, since he can't impose on Inari's generosity forever. There was paper in his room, and a pen, so he's put up a sign on the message board:

Wanted: some sort of guard dog or other alert animal for a patron's room. No alien species.

That part is underlined twice.

I'm going to have to barter services for it unless I can charge it to my bank account at home somehow. Please contact Dr. Gordon Freeman if you have an offer. I'm the one in the orange and grey armor with the lambda on it.

For simplicity's sake he draws the Lambda Team logo at the end of the note before tacking it to the wall. Then, and only then, does he find a table where he can sit with his back against the wall and orders breakfast from one of the animatrons. He'll share with Mei if the fox seems interested. There's likely to be plenty.


[Tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Eric O'Grady (Irredeemable Ant-Man)]

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[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

Jim looks very surprised as he enters the Bar. He didn't think that he would be snatched away from his cabin.

He also looks very grubby, his t-shirt and jeans caked over with dust and mud. Rock-climbing can do that to a man.

Seeing as he's here, Jim gets a glass of water and sits down to relax a bit.

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[notapurpledino.livejournal.com]

Barney steps through the door today while on his cell phone. Where the signal promptly cuts out.

"...Ted?" he says, before he notices his surroundings. He smiles. "Awesome." He flips his phone shut and pockets it. He walks over to the bar and smiles. "Just a red bull, right now."

The bar complies.

"I love this place." He pops open the can and begins to scan the bar for lovely ladies.

Barney Stinson is on the prowl, women of Milliways.

[tiny tag: Barney Stinson, Catalina Erantzo, Kitty Norville]

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[mendanddefend_archive]

[Out of Milliways: Parts of it are still in slowtime, but yesterday two sprites got hitched.]

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[dr-de-silva.livejournal.com]

If he weren't always in his own little world, Toby would be in total emotional conflict between the new girlfriend and the possibility of getting sacked.

Of course, nobody wants to be sacked. But a traitorous part of him points out how close he was to leaving of his own accord a few months ago, and wonders whether it would actually be such a bad thing to be able to get a job he's better at.

He wanders into the bar with his headphones on, not really paying attention to his surroundings until he nearly trips over a waitrat.

The rat glares at him and hurries off.

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[g-mason-ctu.livejournal.com]

Mason hasn't been around for some time. He's been too busy looking for ways to spend the rest of eternity.

None of which, it seems, have satisfied him, because here he is, poking around a laptop computer as if he actually has some use for it. Maybe he finally has something to kill time. Pardon the pun.

OMG another multi-pup post!

[azure-mercy.livejournal.com]

Zhaan's in the booth by the infirmary, reading about non-chemical methods for protecting one's garden from fungus.

Meanwhile, YT is at the bar, taking a break from working on the load of final papers that seem to have materialized close to the end of the semester.

Bother whichever one you like.

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[shakemy-hand.livejournal.com]

A Wraith sat near the fire. He was sampling the paradoxes and a soda. He had no idea what soda was, but so far he liked it.

He was quiet and introspective for the time being and said nothing. Despite how much he hated how the bar seemed to grab him randomly about the ship, this was a welcome distraction tot he infighting that had started amongst his kind.

The Wraith, known as Dog to Alucard, was wearing his usual black leather, and of course he had a stunner on his person as well.

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[m-antonivs.livejournal.com]

Nineteen-year-old Mark Antony has finished a lavish dinner, and is sprawled across a chair with some more wine and apple cake for dessert. He's in a very good mood--the wine is helping with that, of course, but the general state of not-being-home is the majority of the reason.

(Strangely, he is enjoying being away from Curio. He isn't being manipulated, doesn't have to please anyone else, can just be himself. He loves Curio, but he likes the lack of obligations too.)

And so he is relaxing, and trying to decide what sort of trouble to get up to for the evening. He wouldn't mind a partner-in-crime at all.

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[hero_farmboy]

There's a large farmboy sitting near the observation window - though not facing it - frowning at a few pieces of paper stapled together. Occasionally, he'll set them down on his lap and sip the coffee he has on a nearby table.

While Clark may appear to be unhappy with whatever it is he's reading, he's oddly at peace with it. And it's something he would actually be able to talk about, should anyone ask.

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[md_donighal]

There's a girl in the bar, watching some sort of souped-up portable TV. Whatever she sees on the screen, it makes her eyes go wide and her mouth say "Oh, no. André, you fool..."

A moment later, the man in the gray suit is there, talking to her like... not an old friend, but someone who knows what she's going through. The resultant conversation may surprise them with how much they have in common after all.

They're both botherable. Though all tags will be millitimed to after their thread, still in progress in the linked post.

[Tinytag: Jennifer Landers]

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[walksthebounds]

Jamie's spent a few days up in his room since his arrival, just enjoying the fact that, for the first time in at least two years, he doesn't have to be anywhere or do anything.

Now, continuing on the theme, he's sprawled in a booth with a giant bowl of chips in his lap, a glass of something bright pink and disgustingly sweet next to him, and his sock-covered feet up on the table in front of him.

He's missed Milliways.

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[a-day-of-sky.livejournal.com]

Presently, Ella's curled up in one of the armchairs by the fire, her back against one of the arms, legs dangling over the other. On her head is perched a deerstalker, and in her lap is a copy of The Complete Sherlock Holmes. By the feet of the chair is a fedora, seemingly handmade. A few stitches are visible here and there, but overall it's very carefully constructed.

Between her lips is clamped a pipe (unlit), and she seems perfectly at ease with anything and everything.

She certainly wouldn't object to company.

[ tiny tag: ella harkins, gordon freeman ]

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[fiery_ring]

[oom: Company]

"Go to your room, and don't come down until you've learned to behave in a civil manner!"

Carlotta storms into the bar, slamming the door, goes straight through, doesn't slam the back door, climbs up into the nearest tree and sits there fuming.

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy might be writing poetry.

Or he might not.

Why not find out?

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[captainryan.livejournal.com]

The light's fading out back as a hyper young dog plays frisbee with his master.

Both parties seem to be enjoying themselves.



[Kitty Norville]

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[mogget_cat]

So... here's something you don't see every day.

There's a cat, with a human child following it on wobbly footsteps.

"Where's the couch, Moira? Can you find our couch?" Yrael says, almost sing-song. "There it is!" he crows when she wobbles forward to grab the arm of the couch. "Well done!"

"Can you find a table? A table, Moira?"

It takes a bit for her to reorient herself to face the nearest table, but she soon reaches it, earning another cheer from the not'cat.



...who has no idea why he's feeling so proud of such simple accomplishments, but he's not questioning it. His mind is on the game.

"Where's the kitty? Can you find the kitty, Moira?"

The nearest patron's ankle provides ample cover to put some challenge in this one. Call it spatial reasoning development.

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[steelartisan]

Piotr thought he would check on Laura again. See how things are going; see if she's all right, and if Cessily is better. It was only a few hours outside the bar for him, but he knows time passes much faster here.

He's not sure how long it's been by Milliways time, though. He hasn't seen her yet. He might not, for all he knows.

It'll only be a few minutes at home, even if he spends the whole evening here. So he might as well take a little while to work on some sketches.

[Tinytag: Jo Harvelle, Demeter]