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May. 18th, 2008 12:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
simon_doctor[On Santo, sometime in the past week:
Simon's really starting to wonder how he gets talked into these things.]
Simon's really starting to wonder how he gets talked into these things.]
May. 18th, 2008
simon_doctor
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May. 18th, 2008 01:13 amuquars_gadgetHelen has a Clock. While it is fairly small and quite easily carried in her hands, it deserves the capital letter: it is all in a bright shiny metal with three digital screens (one running and two set to all 0’s), and worrisome looking little metallic switches labeled in a language no one else in the bar reads.
She opens the front door, and sets it as a doorjamb, before putting up a sign that in careful English proclaims ‘Experiment In Progress’.
Then she flips open her notebook, sets the timer on the wristwatch she received from the bar, and flips one of the switches (making one of the zero screens start flipping numbers) before heading through the grey mist in the doorway.
It’s time to do some fieldwork.
[OOC: plotlocked, thanks! The door will only be open a short term, you can millitime around it. :)]
She opens the front door, and sets it as a doorjamb, before putting up a sign that in careful English proclaims ‘Experiment In Progress’.
Then she flips open her notebook, sets the timer on the wristwatch she received from the bar, and flips one of the switches (making one of the zero screens start flipping numbers) before heading through the grey mist in the doorway.
It’s time to do some fieldwork.
[OOC: plotlocked, thanks! The door will only be open a short term, you can millitime around it. :)]
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May. 18th, 2008 01:59 amwheelsy_sheriffAfter this. There is a note left for 
( Seras Victoria )
After Bar takes it to deliver Bill is gone rather quickly.
No sense in sticking around with possibly angry vampires about, right?
[tiny tag: Kate Warner, Seras Victoria]
( Seras Victoria )After Bar takes it to deliver Bill is gone rather quickly.
No sense in sticking around with possibly angry vampires about, right?
[tiny tag: Kate Warner, Seras Victoria]
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May. 18th, 2008 02:58 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
naiad-burial.livejournal.comIt doesn't look like the bar in Nibelheim. The lights are dim, but the diffused golden glow ebbs against her warm hazel eyes, reflecting from polished mahogany table tops. They are frequently used, wiped down, worn and care for, unlike the others. Lashes half-lidded from sleep and squinting, the woman only imagines how a child might appear, waking from a long afternoon nap. But children don't wear haphazard burial robes. Nor are they granted the wish of five more minutes stretching into upwards thirty-three years. Or has it been thirty-four now?
It doesn't feel like another dream. When Lucrecia touches the counter, wisps of her fingertips remain. The tags linger for just a few moments before disappearing again. It means that she can manipulate her surroundings. She sees her hands, the edges of her ivory skirt tinged aqua by her own unused vision, and no fragments, avatars, that could neither see nor hear nor sense her consciousness in observance of them. It wasn't a dream because it was unlike anything she had ever seen before. It wasn't a bar in Nibelheim. Perhaps Junon, or Midgar, or even Kalm. But no, she remembers those details, too. She remembers everything. Almost. There was time, chapters, thereafter that she could only sense. Pages in a tome with the letters washed out, blurred, faded by rain. Tears. A story she knew, innately, but never read. Not directly. She came to understand with her own heart.
"So... If it's not a bar in Nibelheim, or a dream, then this must be..." A nirvana? A limbo? "A bar in the Promised Land?"
It didn't seem quite right. She muses and thinks to herself in her pretty garb and strings of pearls, standing there in the center of the room as if it were a dream regardless of her logic. Or as if she was a specter. It wasn't particularly awkward to be anything else, but she could never seem to stem the flow of questions, a pursuit of curiousity and answers therein, lying in wait. Such was science.
It doesn't feel like another dream. When Lucrecia touches the counter, wisps of her fingertips remain. The tags linger for just a few moments before disappearing again. It means that she can manipulate her surroundings. She sees her hands, the edges of her ivory skirt tinged aqua by her own unused vision, and no fragments, avatars, that could neither see nor hear nor sense her consciousness in observance of them. It wasn't a dream because it was unlike anything she had ever seen before. It wasn't a bar in Nibelheim. Perhaps Junon, or Midgar, or even Kalm. But no, she remembers those details, too. She remembers everything. Almost. There was time, chapters, thereafter that she could only sense. Pages in a tome with the letters washed out, blurred, faded by rain. Tears. A story she knew, innately, but never read. Not directly. She came to understand with her own heart.
"So... If it's not a bar in Nibelheim, or a dream, then this must be..." A nirvana? A limbo? "A bar in the Promised Land?"
It didn't seem quite right. She muses and thinks to herself in her pretty garb and strings of pearls, standing there in the center of the room as if it were a dream regardless of her logic. Or as if she was a specter. It wasn't particularly awkward to be anything else, but she could never seem to stem the flow of questions, a pursuit of curiousity and answers therein, lying in wait. Such was science.
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May. 18th, 2008 04:22 amriver_meimei[OOM: Outside, sometime this weekend: Jo Harvelle blows off some steam, and River brings a new perspective. Of sorts.]
[Tinytag: Jo Harvelle]
[Tinytag: Jo Harvelle]
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May. 18th, 2008 06:02 amvisible_sarielSariel's looking sober and concerned as she comes through the door today. There's still no word about Will and Kate or at least, not that she's heard, and that's enough to make her all the more pensive and quiet.
Er. Well. She *was* in a distinctly pensive mood until she got to Bar. The note that pops up before she can draw breath to speak puts a sharp-ended pin into her mindset. She reads it once. And she beams!
Then she reads it again and frowns. A close friend being returned to the bar is a very, very good thing. Said friend recovering in the infirmary is cause for fresh worry, however. All the same, a large majority of the tension in Sariel's expression has gone. Her adoptive brother is alive.
A murmured request to Bar yields a steaming mug of tea that's quickly perfuming the air with lavender. she'll sit and finish her drink, and then go and visit Will.
Catch her either at Bar or heading for the infirmary door, either way.
Er. Well. She *was* in a distinctly pensive mood until she got to Bar. The note that pops up before she can draw breath to speak puts a sharp-ended pin into her mindset. She reads it once. And she beams!
Then she reads it again and frowns. A close friend being returned to the bar is a very, very good thing. Said friend recovering in the infirmary is cause for fresh worry, however. All the same, a large majority of the tension in Sariel's expression has gone. Her adoptive brother is alive.
A murmured request to Bar yields a steaming mug of tea that's quickly perfuming the air with lavender. she'll sit and finish her drink, and then go and visit Will.
Catch her either at Bar or heading for the infirmary door, either way.
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May. 18th, 2008 08:15 ami-scare-monstrs.livejournal.comThe mun was not going to post Boo in this weekend. She was going to take some time to finish slowtimes and work on small plotty things. However, the mun forgot that she had IDEAS. She also forgot that she, too, is helpless against the cuteness that is Boo. And SO, here we are.
Boo is outside her blanket fort. She appears to be All Better! from last week's being sick thing. She's hopping around and singing. On top of her blanket fort there is a half eaten plate of cake and a pink Hello Kitty! sippy filled with lukewarm hot chocolate.
Boo has definitely been affected by the people she's met here.
It should be noted what Boo is wearing! She has on a white t-shirt with a large, red " Hello, My Name Is " logo on it. And in the name portion of the logo "Boo!" appears to be handwritten on it. (except it's not hand written; it's printed on there like the rest) On the rest of the shirt there are smaller and different colored "Hello, My Name Is" logos, with all of the names she's called on them. "Boo!" is there a few more times, "Grace" and "Gracie" are on there at least two times each, "Half Pint," "Squirt" "Zow" "Mike" and "Mike Wizowski" are also featured prominently. There is also "Little Bit", "Little One" "Cutie" and possibly several others that the mun has forgotten.
She also has on black jean shorts and white bunny house shoes that JINGLES WHEN SHE MOVES HER FEET. This might explain why she's dancing around. SHE LOVES HER NEW SHOES!
It's unclear where Boo got all these items, or how they got onto her person. But she has them on and she LOVES THEM and thus it's all happy making in the end.
[Tiny Tag: Boo]
[OOC: Mun is very bored so open till whenever!]
Boo is outside her blanket fort. She appears to be All Better! from last week's being sick thing. She's hopping around and singing. On top of her blanket fort there is a half eaten plate of cake and a pink Hello Kitty! sippy filled with lukewarm hot chocolate.
Boo has definitely been affected by the people she's met here.
It should be noted what Boo is wearing! She has on a white t-shirt with a large, red " Hello, My Name Is " logo on it. And in the name portion of the logo "Boo!" appears to be handwritten on it. (except it's not hand written; it's printed on there like the rest) On the rest of the shirt there are smaller and different colored "Hello, My Name Is" logos, with all of the names she's called on them. "Boo!" is there a few more times, "Grace" and "Gracie" are on there at least two times each, "Half Pint," "Squirt" "Zow" "Mike" and "Mike Wizowski" are also featured prominently. There is also "Little Bit", "Little One" "Cutie" and possibly several others that the mun has forgotten.
She also has on black jean shorts and white bunny house shoes that JINGLES WHEN SHE MOVES HER FEET. This might explain why she's dancing around. SHE LOVES HER NEW SHOES!
It's unclear where Boo got all these items, or how they got onto her person. But she has them on and she LOVES THEM and thus it's all happy making in the end.
[Tiny Tag: Boo]
[OOC: Mun is very bored so open till whenever!]
Entry Post
May. 18th, 2008 08:26 ammything_personA scruffy man enters the bar, nose deep in his book. Closing the door behind him and turning sharply left he continues for a few more steps.
Pauses.
Taps the ground twice with his right foot then moves the book out of the way and peers at the floor.
"This," says a voice that is calm mostly out of momentum, "is not my hallway. Or on the way to the Post Office at all."
Anyone want to bring the new guy up to speed?
Tiny tag: Jerry Lukacs
OOC: please to no be squishing the new mun?Must bail for church. Will pick up when back. Back!
Pauses.
Taps the ground twice with his right foot then moves the book out of the way and peers at the floor.
"This," says a voice that is calm mostly out of momentum, "is not my hallway. Or on the way to the Post Office at all."
Anyone want to bring the new guy up to speed?
Tiny tag: Jerry Lukacs
OOC: please to no be squishing the new mun?
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May. 18th, 2008 09:22 ammrmoneypenny.livejournal.comThere's a Villiers on a couch. With a bunny, sitting sedately beside him.
He's looking awfully pensive.
He's looking awfully pensive.
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May. 18th, 2008 10:39 ambloody-awful.livejournal.comAnother day, another hangover, another Hair of the Dog that bit him... and that was one hell of a nasty dog. Demonically possessed bulldog, red eyes, frothing, and let's not even begin to think about the toxic farting...
John's at the bar. Overflowing ashtray, pint of Guinness, double Bushmills neat. Yeah, there's dog hair in the whiskey. Sometimes metaphors are based in reality, especially if you're a mage.
Come on by and say hi. His bark is worse than his bite.
... okay, it really isn't. His bite is much worse, but he doesn't exchange body fluids, so it's okay. Promise.
[OOC: thread open all day. If mun wanders away from the computer, she'll be back often.]
John's at the bar. Overflowing ashtray, pint of Guinness, double Bushmills neat. Yeah, there's dog hair in the whiskey. Sometimes metaphors are based in reality, especially if you're a mage.
Come on by and say hi. His bark is worse than his bite.
... okay, it really isn't. His bite is much worse, but he doesn't exchange body fluids, so it's okay. Promise.
[OOC: thread open all day. If mun wanders away from the computer, she'll be back often.]
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May. 18th, 2008 10:46 amcandied-rabbit.livejournal.comThere's a bunny-boy in the Bar this morning.
It might be Momiji - but, with those green-tinted glasses, that pinkish red hat, and that general air of overwhelming mystery that he has covering his person, at the moment, who knows?!
...Okay, it's probably Momiji.
In any case, he's presently practicing his spy skills, for when he gets to run around foreign countries and steal important secrets and stop wars and stuff like that. (These things, you see, are totally destined to happen in the life of any aspiring violinist of his caliber.)
"Practice," for the record, consists mostly of darting about the Bar in as dramatically sneaky a fashion as possible, humming a little spy theme under his breath, bounding into a seat, and then looking over some, poor patron's shoulder while pretending to play his pink, Nintendo DS. (Or, in some cases, when he really gets into the act, actually playing it.)
Right now, he could be anywhere, gazing secretively over anyone's shoulder. But he's probably right next to you, looking over yours.
It might be Momiji - but, with those green-tinted glasses, that pinkish red hat, and that general air of overwhelming mystery that he has covering his person, at the moment, who knows?!
...Okay, it's probably Momiji.
In any case, he's presently practicing his spy skills, for when he gets to run around foreign countries and steal important secrets and stop wars and stuff like that. (These things, you see, are totally destined to happen in the life of any aspiring violinist of his caliber.)
"Practice," for the record, consists mostly of darting about the Bar in as dramatically sneaky a fashion as possible, humming a little spy theme under his breath, bounding into a seat, and then looking over some, poor patron's shoulder while pretending to play his pink, Nintendo DS. (Or, in some cases, when he really gets into the act, actually playing it.)
Right now, he could be anywhere, gazing secretively over anyone's shoulder. But he's probably right next to you, looking over yours.
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May. 18th, 2008 10:56 amhopeless-son.livejournal.com[OOM: Whoever said a mind was a beautiful thing was mistaken.]
Today was a day to cling to the shadows as much as possible. He knew there would be trouble here if he was spotted and for once in his life trouble was what he didn't want. So sitting outside on the opposite side of the large rock by the lake Brand tried to hurridly write a handful of notes for people he knew inside the bar- or people who had to know. Atton, Random, Will might be to unstable but there would be a brief one for him, Lucas.. His hand shook as tried to scribble them out before muttering to himself. "Stop it...just stop it and let me do this!"
Totally botherable..if you want to talk to a mad and wanted man.
[tiny!tag: Brand of Amber]
Today was a day to cling to the shadows as much as possible. He knew there would be trouble here if he was spotted and for once in his life trouble was what he didn't want. So sitting outside on the opposite side of the large rock by the lake Brand tried to hurridly write a handful of notes for people he knew inside the bar- or people who had to know. Atton, Random, Will might be to unstable but there would be a brief one for him, Lucas.. His hand shook as tried to scribble them out before muttering to himself. "Stop it...just stop it and let me do this!"
Totally botherable..if you want to talk to a mad and wanted man.
[tiny!tag: Brand of Amber]
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May. 18th, 2008 11:13 amdare-the-devil.livejournal.comThere is an assassin outside, practicing with her sais. She's off in her own world for the moment. A certain superhero still haunts her dreams but she's been trying to ignore that. Like she told the dream!Matt, she'd come back to him when she was ready. Though when that was... was a whole other story. Especially when she's done some questionable things since Stick bringing her back to life.
But for now all thought is gone while she practices.
[Tiny Tag: Elektra Natchios, Hercules]
But for now all thought is gone while she practices.
[Tiny Tag: Elektra Natchios, Hercules]
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May. 18th, 2008 12:54 pmshecalledmefred.livejournal.comAt a booth sits a blanket.
In the blanket sits a man.
At the foot of the blanket man, a puppy chews on a ball. Meanwhile, the blanket man (me) sips lemon tea and hopes heavenly nurse doesn't notice he's missing.
[ petit tag: paul varjak ]
In the blanket sits a man.
At the foot of the blanket man, a puppy chews on a ball. Meanwhile, the blanket man (me) sips lemon tea and hopes heavenly nurse doesn't notice he's missing.
[ petit tag: paul varjak ]
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May. 18th, 2008 01:18 pmallgoingtodie.livejournal.comThere's a super computer curled up on the couch in front of the fire. She seems rather content for the moment. And, yes, she's only in socked feet. Shoes... don't seem to agree with her. One of these days she'll learn. Maybe. Or she'll learn the day that she manages to hurt her feet on something.
[Tiny Tag: Red Queen (Resident Evil)]
[Tiny Tag: Red Queen (Resident Evil)]
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May. 18th, 2008 01:43 pmfiery_ringOut by the lake, Carlotta has set a trapese up high in a tree, about fifteen feet off the ground.
She'll take it down when she's finished; it's not the sort of thing the inexperienced should play on. But for now she's having great fun going from branch to trapese and back, swinging and spinning.
The wind blows through her hair as she does so, and if she closes her eyes, it's almost like flying.
[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]
She'll take it down when she's finished; it's not the sort of thing the inexperienced should play on. But for now she's having great fun going from branch to trapese and back, swinging and spinning.
The wind blows through her hair as she does so, and if she closes her eyes, it's almost like flying.
[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]
Happy Hour!
May. 18th, 2008 01:57 pmfirstcptjack.livejournal.comSalt and Pepper Martini
Long Kiss Goodnight Martini
Hazelnut Martini
All other martinis half-price
It's entirely possible Jack choose tonight's theme because he wants to show off his martini-shaking skills.
"Welcome to Happy Hour. What can I get you?"
[Tiny tags: Virginia Gray, Maj. Evan Lorne, Marc Antony]
[ooc: No new threads please, slowtimes likely.]
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May. 18th, 2008 03:35 pmstill-a-cop.livejournal.comAs he moves through the night
Shoot out the lights
Shoot out the lights ]
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May. 18th, 2008 05:45 pmiamhismummy.livejournal.comShe went to the hospital, eventually, when she got up the nerve. She was surprised to find the place seemingly deserted, but Nancy's never been a coward, and she knew Dr. Constantine wouldn't have just left. He was the doctor, he'd never do that.
She was right. He was still there. But he wasn't alone, and Nancy ran rather than face the horror she found him caring for. As far as anyone could care for them any more.
She plunges through the door of Milliways now, panting and sobbing and terrified out of her mind.
She was right. He was still there. But he wasn't alone, and Nancy ran rather than face the horror she found him caring for. As far as anyone could care for them any more.
She plunges through the door of Milliways now, panting and sobbing and terrified out of her mind.
First Entrance
May. 18th, 2008 05:45 pmreal_spyAnyone paying attention will probably hear the eleven-year old girl before they see her. The door flings open, and the girl--wearing her school uniform and carrying a notebook in one hand--comes barreling through, yelling, "Time for my cake, for my cake and milk, time for my milk and cake."
It takes her long enough to realize that this is not her house, that she might have run into someone before she noticed.
Maybe she ran into you?
[ooc: Must beg for slowtimes all around.]
It takes her long enough to realize that this is not her house, that she might have run into someone before she noticed.
Maybe she ran into you?
[ooc: Must beg for slowtimes all around.]
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May. 18th, 2008 06:39 pmmysideyourside.livejournal.comThere is a Banik at the bar. Today, Stark is in absolutely wonderment at what the bar has provided for him, as usual.
Today? It is a root beer float. He's sipping it through a straw delightedly.
He glances out at the bar in general every so often, scratching a bit at his stubble. No matter what, he's always a bit jumpy. Though he'd love company.
[tiny tag: Stark]
Today? It is a root beer float. He's sipping it through a straw delightedly.
He glances out at the bar in general every so often, scratching a bit at his stubble. No matter what, he's always a bit jumpy. Though he'd love company.
[tiny tag: Stark]
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May. 18th, 2008 06:57 pmnotahugfan.livejournal.com[Pushing Daisies canon: An afternoon at the Pie Hole.]
[ooc: For those keeping score: 1.01 'PieLette'.]
[ooc: For those keeping score: 1.01 'PieLette'.]
Sunday Evening Bartending
May. 18th, 2008 07:29 pmbadinlatinThey're flying again. Good.
This may or may not be contributing to the smile on Mal's face as he steps behind the bar, writing the specials up on the board.
Gun Barrel
Wave Runner
Brown Bomber
"Let's hear it, folks."
[ooc: Threads will hit fade necessity/slowtime at 11 pm EST.]
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May. 18th, 2008 08:25 pmacts_of_gordLast night wasn't much better than the night before. Gordon's working on that. Next time he tries to sleep, he'll see if he can't exhaust himself first to the point where he's just too damned tired to dream. For now, though, he's at the Bar, peering up at the tab board. "Can I charge any of that to my bank account in New Mexico?" he asks. "I have the account information memorized."
A slip of paper and a pen materializes on the Bar; Gordon fills it out and is unsurprised to see the paper vanish. "Thank you," he says. "Now, if I could have a piece of paper for the notice board..."
He's not going to let his account get ahead of him. He's not going to let his time here drain his bank account dry, either- and there's no power on Earth or in Milliways that'll convince him to say 'bill it to my employer', because he refuses to be beholden to that blue-suited bastard one instant longer than he has to. Instead, he works up a sign:
Bound bar patron seeking employment to keep ahead of his bills here. Skills include-
He stops, and thinks for a moment about that. Who's going to hire a physicist, honestly? And even if they did he's all too aware of his role in what went wrong with the experiment. The idea of taking up science again as if that never happened... no. He scratches out the last two words and writes instead:
I am reasonably physically fit, a quick learner, very adaptable, and better than I ought to be at the use of firearms and wrecking equipment. I am not bothered by physically taxing work, bad smells, or the possibility of danger. I also have experience in teaching at the university level, and some research experience. If this may be of use to anyone, please contact Gordon Freeman via the Bar, or look for the man in the orange and grey armor with the lambda on it. Thank you.
Not the way he'd ever expected to write a CV, but then, nothing was what he expected any more, was it? He tacks it up to the message board, asks the Bar for some spaetzle and goes to look for somewhere he can sit that'll put his back to the wall and give him a good view of the room.
[OOC: Open for tags until this scrolls off the front page!]
[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Cavilo, Sir Nicholas Fury]
A slip of paper and a pen materializes on the Bar; Gordon fills it out and is unsurprised to see the paper vanish. "Thank you," he says. "Now, if I could have a piece of paper for the notice board..."
He's not going to let his account get ahead of him. He's not going to let his time here drain his bank account dry, either- and there's no power on Earth or in Milliways that'll convince him to say 'bill it to my employer', because he refuses to be beholden to that blue-suited bastard one instant longer than he has to. Instead, he works up a sign:
Bound bar patron seeking employment to keep ahead of his bills here. Skills include-
He stops, and thinks for a moment about that. Who's going to hire a physicist, honestly? And even if they did he's all too aware of his role in what went wrong with the experiment. The idea of taking up science again as if that never happened... no. He scratches out the last two words and writes instead:
I am reasonably physically fit, a quick learner, very adaptable, and better than I ought to be at the use of firearms and wrecking equipment. I am not bothered by physically taxing work, bad smells, or the possibility of danger. I also have experience in teaching at the university level, and some research experience. If this may be of use to anyone, please contact Gordon Freeman via the Bar, or look for the man in the orange and grey armor with the lambda on it. Thank you.
Not the way he'd ever expected to write a CV, but then, nothing was what he expected any more, was it? He tacks it up to the message board, asks the Bar for some spaetzle and goes to look for somewhere he can sit that'll put his back to the wall and give him a good view of the room.
[OOC: Open for tags until this scrolls off the front page!]
[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Cavilo, Sir Nicholas Fury]
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May. 18th, 2008 08:36 pmmycursedfaceMedusa is down in the bar today as the solution to two problems.
The first is that it is impossible to spin thread while living with a highly inquisitive kitten, and she has little patience in untangling Shreddie from the thread. The second problem is that she couldn't sleep in the first place, but that's not important.
Really.
So, the Gorgon is sitting on her normal table, legs crossed, wings hanging over the edge, hand-spinning red wool just for something to do with her hands.
[ooc: and I'm off to sleep, will pick up once I wake up!]
The first is that it is impossible to spin thread while living with a highly inquisitive kitten, and she has little patience in untangling Shreddie from the thread. The second problem is that she couldn't sleep in the first place, but that's not important.
Really.
So, the Gorgon is sitting on her normal table, legs crossed, wings hanging over the edge, hand-spinning red wool just for something to do with her hands.
[ooc: and I'm off to sleep, will pick up once I wake up!]
ostro_goth( Note! )After this, Teja sits in his favourite chair by the fireplace and watches the room, grimly, not letting go of his axe, that he carries today -- as well as his cloak and armour.
Grimly sipping ale.
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May. 18th, 2008 08:51 pmwhitestshoes.livejournal.com[OOM: Jim and Pam celebrate the success of his sale, without Michael Scott around to make things incredibly awkward. Set post-"Job Fair".]
[tiny tag: Pam Beesly]
[tiny tag: Pam Beesly]
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May. 18th, 2008 08:59 pmstill-a-cop.livejournal.comIf nothing else, he ought to break in his shoes.
That's what he's been thinking about all day, when his mind slows down from a hundred miles an hour to ninety-eight. The shoes he wore with the suit in court are terrible. Too shiny. Not comfortable. Not good enough to chase people in and he's a cop, he's a cop, and he's got to be able to do his job.
Charlie comes in Milliways when he clearly wasn't expecting to -- t-shirt and jeans too new to be ratty, and Brooks Brothers wingtips. His hair is standing a little on end, and from the way he's stopped in the front door, hesitating, he's not sure he's going to stay.
But Ted's there behind him, and Ted's watching, even if neither of them are going to talk about it and Charlie doesn't think Ted will ask.
So Charlie lets the door shut, and walks his too-new, too-expensive, not-yet-comfortable shoes over to the bar for something beer-shaped.
That's what he's been thinking about all day, when his mind slows down from a hundred miles an hour to ninety-eight. The shoes he wore with the suit in court are terrible. Too shiny. Not comfortable. Not good enough to chase people in and he's a cop, he's a cop, and he's got to be able to do his job.
Charlie comes in Milliways when he clearly wasn't expecting to -- t-shirt and jeans too new to be ratty, and Brooks Brothers wingtips. His hair is standing a little on end, and from the way he's stopped in the front door, hesitating, he's not sure he's going to stay.
But Ted's there behind him, and Ted's watching, even if neither of them are going to talk about it and Charlie doesn't think Ted will ask.
So Charlie lets the door shut, and walks his too-new, too-expensive, not-yet-comfortable shoes over to the bar for something beer-shaped.
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May. 18th, 2008 09:00 pmwhitestshoes.livejournal.comThe woman walking into Milliways tonight has been there plenty of times before.
But it's actually gotten to the point where Pam's almost happy to be snatched up when the opportunity presents itself. Anything to get her away from an eight-hour day of taking messages for Michael. She's pretty sure she has permanent phone ear, and as she takes a seat at the bar, she rubs her lobe absently, looking around for anyone she's met here already or perhaps an unfamiliar face to approach.
Fancy New Beesly is trying to work on being much more social. Care to help her in that endeavor?
[tiny tag: Pam Beesly]
[Thread has moved to slowtime in favor of bed, but tags are still open!]
But it's actually gotten to the point where Pam's almost happy to be snatched up when the opportunity presents itself. Anything to get her away from an eight-hour day of taking messages for Michael. She's pretty sure she has permanent phone ear, and as she takes a seat at the bar, she rubs her lobe absently, looking around for anyone she's met here already or perhaps an unfamiliar face to approach.
Fancy New Beesly is trying to work on being much more social. Care to help her in that endeavor?
[tiny tag: Pam Beesly]
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First Entrance
May. 18th, 2008 09:30 pmpiperaceae.livejournal.com"No, I'm sorry, Mr. Stark is not taking any calls at the moment, if you could call back la -- Hello? Hello?"
The click-click-click of heels abruptly stop, along with the woman to whom the heels belong. One of her hands is raised to her left ear, stopped in the middle of tapping the earpiece, and the other is by her waist, pinning a clipboard to her side.
Pepper Potts was in no way, shape, or form, ready for a bar to pop up instead of the hallway outside the conference room. And ways, shapes, and forms include her mood. The minute Tony put the notecards down, she knew something was up. She figured she shouldn't have been surprised -- how many times had he ever taken anyone's advice seriously? -- but she still couldn't help feeling indignant.
He had put himself out there for people to see. He'd put himself directly in the path of danger, more than he would have faced than if he had kept his identity a secret. And who knew how many extra hours this would put on her head?
She frowns, taking a small step back.
Tony had better have a good explanation for this, or so help her she will -- she will --
She won't do anything drastic, she knows, besides maybe a bit of scolding.
Still.
Pepper looks angry enough.
And by 'angry', we mean 'surprised'.
[ petit tag: virginia "pepper" potts, tony stark, demeter
ooc: Mun is off to bed. Tags open, slowtimes will be picked up. :) ]
The click-click-click of heels abruptly stop, along with the woman to whom the heels belong. One of her hands is raised to her left ear, stopped in the middle of tapping the earpiece, and the other is by her waist, pinning a clipboard to her side.
Pepper Potts was in no way, shape, or form, ready for a bar to pop up instead of the hallway outside the conference room. And ways, shapes, and forms include her mood. The minute Tony put the notecards down, she knew something was up. She figured she shouldn't have been surprised -- how many times had he ever taken anyone's advice seriously? -- but she still couldn't help feeling indignant.
He had put himself out there for people to see. He'd put himself directly in the path of danger, more than he would have faced than if he had kept his identity a secret. And who knew how many extra hours this would put on her head?
She frowns, taking a small step back.
Tony had better have a good explanation for this, or so help her she will -- she will --
She won't do anything drastic, she knows, besides maybe a bit of scolding.
Still.
Pepper looks angry enough.
And by 'angry', we mean 'surprised'.
[ petit tag: virginia "pepper" potts, tony stark, demeter
ooc: Mun is off to bed. Tags open, slowtimes will be picked up. :) ]
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May. 18th, 2008 09:37 pmastral-brat.livejournal.com[ OOM: "Can we go have lunch, Dad?" / "Sure. Something really is wrong, isn't it?" / "I killed someone." ]
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May. 18th, 2008 10:23 pmmissginnytonic.livejournal.comGinny is in the bar. But she’s not how she normally appears she’s just a younger version of her self. This young red head isn’t even old enough to go to school at the tender age of ten. Come welcome her she would love to have company. And hopefully figure out where she is before mum finds out.
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May. 18th, 2008 10:28 pmi-scare-monstrs.livejournal.com[OOM - Boo and Kate's Adventure In Three Parts: Waffles are obsessed over and then eaten, then there is dragging through doorness. This is obviously followed by being reunited by long lost friends, and being recruited to save the world. Okay, perhaps it's not quite that urgent. This is followed by a very close call, celebratory food and then, of course, a nap.]
