Jul. 5th, 2008

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[OOM: X and Elle get some training in. Elixir is a very good friend to have.]

[Millitimed to a day or so ago.]
[identity profile] runmakitarun.livejournal.com
[OOM: It's been a while, but Makita returns to Bahamut. And it's good to be home.]
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[OOM: About three years ago. Rural Iowa. What Kate did.]


(Spoiler warning for anyone behind on Lost who cares. Also, as previously mentioned in the back room, there's a new Kate in town! Or... there will be soon. When she does enter the game, it'll be as if for the first time.)
[identity profile] runmakitarun.livejournal.com
[OOM: Makita and Proto have things to do in town. People get shot, and Makita ends up spilling her guts.]
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[OoM: Morning after.]

Fighter pilots are not people prone to panic. At least, successful ones aren’t. Those who are soon find that panicking in the air while nearly going the same speed as sound is not especially conductive to being able to regret it later.

Lieutenant Esfir Shostakovna Yazycova is a damn good fighter pilot. One of the best, which is why she was chosen to be a cosmonaut, and panic is not something she’s prone to doing. She can calculate to the second if it’s worth trying to get a machine to work or if it’d be better to bail. She is able to keep thinking, keep trying, even as her aircraft spins out of control. She is, in fact, very good at not panicking when things are going wrong at nearly the speed of sound.

Trying to deal with being dead is just a little different. There are no instruments she can fiddle to make things right, no gears to move to bring her back to life, nothing she can do.



The small Russian woman is settling for skipping stones across the surface of the lake instead of trying to deal with things. It's simpler.

Not to mention she's badly out of practice.

[ooc: and this is open all weekend]

[tiny!tag: the russian astronaut]
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[Not really OOM, in fact, right down the hall- Elda visits the Office, and leaves a note for all of Security.]
[identity profile] thatinyourpipe.livejournal.com
It's too quiet lately, and Pan felt like making things more lively. Also, he was a little bored, and this was a very dangerous thing to be. Though, people can breathe a sigh of relief since the faun was wearing a goatskin skirt to ah cover up. He had some Atlantean where he sat at the bar and has just discovered the squiopera on the bar's TV. All those tentacles gave him some fun ideas, and it's a cute show to boot.

[tiny tag: Pan]
[identity profile] joiningyousoon.livejournal.com
[OOM: Over Bahamut, no one much likes the plans ordered by those commanding the Red Fleet, but the sorceress, skymarshall, and krawl captain on the front lines will make the best of it.

Most dialogue from The Red Star, Vol. 1, issue 6.]

Band Stuff!

Jul. 5th, 2008 03:36 pm
[identity profile] candied-rabbit.livejournal.com
So, a while back, Momiji put up and passed out and generally had fun with flyers advertising his attempts to form a would-be band! And, now, since he's talked to a few interested parties and figures that a lot of people have seen the signs, he figures it's time to advance the cause to the next step!

Hence, he has a big, marker-written, glittery sign, which reads, "Band People! Over Here! :D!" It's propped on the table of the booth that he's at, his violin case sitting next to it.

Yeah, okay, so it's not the most formal or official message. But he thinks it gets things across, well enough.

(OOC: Plot-locked to those young-ish, musical pups interested in the band thing, whether they/their muns have expressed that interest previously.)
[identity profile] werejusttall.livejournal.com
"Ash, I don't care how you do it, just get me those videos. And... no elephants. Please." Jack calls over his shoulder, not at all slowing to listen for a reply. Ashley is conscientious about his work, if... entirely too creative about he goes about it. Sometimes.
...
This is not the cafeteria.

This is better than the cafeteria - Chymes isn't here. That alone makes it an infinitely better choice.

...

Now, how to get food. Preferably something with pig in it.

Damn pigs.
[identity profile] art-and-brian.livejournal.com

What with the weather having taken a turn for the better, Justin has easy inspiration for tonight's specials.



SPECIALS

Long Summer Night
Summer Fling
Summer Sucker


He adds underneath, in keeping with the theme;

Show up in your swimsuit and drink half price all night


He is not in his swimsuit but is quite willing to change that, should anyone ask. In the meantime though, a fully clothed Justin turns to the bar at large and announces with a grin, 'It's Happy Hour everyone! Lets see what you've got!'

[Tiny!tag: Dinah Lance]

[OOC: Need to call slowtime, sleep is needed. I'll pick up all tags in the am, thanks all!]
[identity profile] imthegoodguy.livejournal.com
Ben Linus doesn't smile often, but when he walks into the bar for the third time, he does. Widely. He doesn't hesitate to rush to the bar and order (on his tippy toes) a sun shake, the same drink he ordered from Rapunzel his second time here. That being done, he climbs onto a barstool and sips happily at his drink.

[ ooc: last chance to tag wee!Ben before he leaves the bar and gets all growed up. ]

[ li'l!tag: the russian astronaut ]
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This time, when Dinah enters the bar, she's come prepared.

Captain Reynolds said there was a gym; and training grounds out by the lake. He also said that people were happy to teach and spar, and usually all you had to do was ask.

So that's why there's a fifteen year old, dressed in shorts and a tank top strolling out to the lake area with a sports holdall slung over her shoulder.

Hopefully someone will be there.

[Tiny tag: Dinah Lance, Hercules]
[identity profile] dark-fleet.livejournal.com
The door opens with a burst of wind and a tall women steps through, her dark hair settling messily around her shoulders. The skirt of her black dress is torn and tattered, her feet bare and caked with mud. Her hands are similarly unclean and there is a smudge of dirt - or blood - on her cheek.

Sharp, piercing eyes take in new surroundings as the door slams shut behind her.


[tiny!tag: Celaeno, Cerberus]
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Teja is feeling strangely restless this morning; as if wandering through worlds with his friends had got him used to a more active way of life again.

So, after his usual exercises, he brings out Valentinian the practice droid, arms him with a sword, and swings his axe at him. Were the machine a man, he would be dead many times over already. So, it registers a hit as fatal, and come at him anew, as if it were a fresh foe. Teja can keep this up for a long time.

But truly, he wishes either Asher or Tonio were there.-



[[tiny tags: Carlotta Brown, Tonio Treschi]]
[identity profile] sorryimatwat.livejournal.com
Owen's been meaning to check out the infirmary, and tonight seems as good a time as any.

Not right away, though.  He'll have a quick drink or two first.
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Today's a day when Kaylee feels like sneaking upstairs for a real bath. She gets two notes on her way.

She reads them upstairs. One makes her smile, and tear up; she puts it away securely, and knows exactly where she'll put it: under the folded lotus blossom in pride of place on the middle of a shelf.

The other warrants a little more consideration, and Kaylee thinks about it while she soaks, then scrubs.

When she comes back down, she leaves a response for Susannah Toren at the bar.

ExpandHey Susannah -  )

The letter gets exchanged for a glass of red wine, and Kaylee considers going outside, but her hair's damp, so she decides to stick around indoors with a magazine.

No call to go back just yet, after all.
[identity profile] iron-irina.livejournal.com
The door opens, almost without a sound. A woman's voice carries through, cold and impassive, and with a thick Russian accent.

"Thank you very much for your, ah, help." (A cry, muffled by -- presumably -- a gag, followed by the sounds of a struggle.) "Dovchenko, if you would do the honors."

Bang.

The sound of struggling ceases.

The first thing to touch the bar floor is the sole of a black rubber boot. Its owner is tall, dressed in a grey military uniform (and yet, despite the garb, she still carries herself a certain way: seductively, dispassionately, confidently. She carries herself like royalty).

Over remarkably blue eyes are perched a pair of large sunglasses, currently directed down as she carefully removes a pair of black gloves. Suddenly, she stops in her tracks and looks up. From her reaction, it's clear that this is not where she meant to be.

She utters a curse under her breath, eyes narrowing as she whips the sunglasses from her face, black bob cut framing her features.

Colonel Doctor Irina Spalko is not someone used to having things happen without her command.

tiny tag: irina spalko, the russian astronaut, baron ether

ooc: irina is a bit of a psychic. tonight, i don't really plan on having her pick up on (or try to pick up on) anything special, except perhaps a couple of random facts or traits about the character (she will not be able to do this if your character is particularly strong of will). if you'd rather she didn't, please put in an ooc note with your tag. if you want to make something out of it, feel free to leave comments in her journal. also, tags open for whenever.

ooc 2: mun off to sleep. tags (new and old) will be picked up tomorrow.
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It's been a while. First there was the end of the semester, then the whole packing-up-and-moving-back-west thing, and then June...well, Junes are probably always going to suck by default.

(At least Neptune didn't care as much about it as they did last year. Two-year anniversaries? Not really as soundbite worthy as one-year ones.)

But now it's July, and Mac's socialization via Fourth of July block party is over, so now she's got a definite excuse to grab a banana-raspberry smoothie and plunk herself in one of the armchairs. Unshouldering her bag, she digs through it for a few seconds before producing a weathered copy of Stranger in a Strange Land.

What? This is her equivalent of a beach book.


[ooc: plotlocked for now, alas.]

445 HE

Jul. 5th, 2008 10:59 pm
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[Two midnights years gone. Alcohol: the cause of, and solution too, all the multi-verse's problems.]
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Outside, some distance from the bar's back door, there's a particular large rock by the lake shore. It's wide and flat and weather-worn, the kind of huge granite block that might have been a glacial deposit if this whole area hadn't been created from scratch by magic four years ago, and more than wide enough for a person to lie full length on it.

River is currently making use of this feature. She's stretched on her back, toes pointed, hair spreading around her, and the sun is warm on her closed eyelids.

She's not asleep, though she might look it.
[identity profile] singintheoven.livejournal.com
Hedwig is out back by the lake, dangling her bare feet in the water and talking to herself.

More specifically, she is listening to and repeating along with her 'Japanese for Rock Stars' lessons, on headphones. Anyone versed in the language, and coming close enough to her, can pick up on such useful phrases as "You'll have to discuss that with my manager," "I wrote this song when I was going through a tough time in my life," and "You've been a beautiful audience. I love you."

And making faces, because really, it is silly. But she's got beer, and that helps.

Well, if you're thinking about starting a new career, it's best to be prepared. And all the greats have gone to Japan, haven't they? So there she is.

All the same, she wouldn't mind a distraction.

[tinytag: hedwig]