Jul. 10th, 2008
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Jul. 10th, 2008 08:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aimedforthemoon[OoM: But the dawn's becoming ever brighter.
So please, just be good.
Don't you, too, forget
These summer, Moscow nights.
tiny!tag: the russian astronaut]
So please, just be good.
Don't you, too, forget
These summer, Moscow nights.
tiny!tag: the russian astronaut]
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Jul. 10th, 2008 10:15 amboundxkittyOut back by the lake there's a big rock that gets lots of sun. It's perfect for a lazy cat. Nice and warm. And who says the cat has to be in cat form? Not Elizabeth. Who's very much in human form, though sprawled on the rock in a way that looks very much like a cat.
She'll be out here all day folks, so feel free to say hi. Or curl up on the rock next to her.
She'll be out here all day folks, so feel free to say hi. Or curl up on the rock next to her.
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Jul. 10th, 2008 11:04 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
newdirective.livejournal.comThe robot is still here.
And cleaning.
It's starting to get to be a regular sight -- leaving tread tracks behind him as he zooms around the place, trying to find garbage. Alas, Milliways is frustratingly clean.
Almost too clean.
It leaves him with a lot of time on his hands.
Which may be why he's behind the bar, playing 'tunes' on the bottles back there. So far, nobody's ejected him. Almost like he belongs there, part of the scenery in a bizarre sort of way.
...and where did the lost and found box go?
And cleaning.
It's starting to get to be a regular sight -- leaving tread tracks behind him as he zooms around the place, trying to find garbage. Alas, Milliways is frustratingly clean.
Almost too clean.
It leaves him with a lot of time on his hands.
Which may be why he's behind the bar, playing 'tunes' on the bottles back there. So far, nobody's ejected him. Almost like he belongs there, part of the scenery in a bizarre sort of way.
...and where did the lost and found box go?
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Jul. 10th, 2008 11:18 am52-dropoff.livejournal.comCharlie is up in the rafters today. It's a great place to get a better sense of the overall Bar.
He's also in his Question clothes, the suit and the gloves and the mask without a face. Why? Because he can. Because sometimes it feels right to be the Question. Because if you are skulking around the rafters, you should look the part. Because he misses it more than he thought he would.
Charlie isn't making an effort to hide. If you see him, and call up, he will probably say hi.
[ooc: tinytag: The Question]
He's also in his Question clothes, the suit and the gloves and the mask without a face. Why? Because he can. Because sometimes it feels right to be the Question. Because if you are skulking around the rafters, you should look the part. Because he misses it more than he thought he would.
Charlie isn't making an effort to hide. If you see him, and call up, he will probably say hi.
[ooc: tinytag: The Question]
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Jul. 10th, 2008 11:38 ampa-pu-ri-ka.livejournal.comOut of nowhere, there's a maroon-haired girl with Asian features sitting at the far end of Bar. She hums tunelessly to herself as she watches the people around her.
Are you one of the ones she's watching?
[tinytag: Paprika]
Are you one of the ones she's watching?
[tinytag: Paprika]
Bartending
Jul. 10th, 2008 12:22 pmeirenikosThere's a goddess behind the bar again.
It's not (completely) her fault that she slept late, missed breakfast and wandered down for lunch, to find a note from Bar the minute a glass of orange juice is requested. "Sure, why not." Nobody keeled over last time, right? Eirene flips through the drink book and scribbles the day's specials on the board, then offers one of her brighter smiles to the room at large.
Today's Specials
Greek Sex On the Beach
Sweet Flower
Sunshine Smile
Just ignore the faint scent of rain and roses hovering around the counter.
[tinytag: Eirene, The Question]
[ooc: EP open until about 4pm MST. No new threads, thanks. Calling slow so my offspring don't rebel (and food shopping).]
It's not (completely) her fault that she slept late, missed breakfast and wandered down for lunch, to find a note from Bar the minute a glass of orange juice is requested. "Sure, why not." Nobody keeled over last time, right? Eirene flips through the drink book and scribbles the day's specials on the board, then offers one of her brighter smiles to the room at large.
Today's Specials
Greek Sex On the Beach
Sweet Flower
Sunshine Smile
Just ignore the faint scent of rain and roses hovering around the counter.
[tinytag: Eirene, The Question]
[ooc: EP open until about 4pm MST. No new threads, thanks. Calling slow so my offspring don't rebel (and food shopping).]
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Jul. 10th, 2008 01:06 pmbattin1000.livejournal.com"Wave goodbye to your secret crap, dumbasses!" the red-shirted teenager shouted as he bolted through the door. Now all he had to do was drop off the intel briefcase and they'd be all set- wait. This was definitely not the Reliable Excavation Demolition building. Looking around, he seemed to be in a bar, with the oddest collection of people and things that he'd ever seen. "If this is another one of your stupid teleporter jokes, hardhat," he mumbled into the microphone attached to his headphones. "I swear, I'll..." He trailed off, realizing that he wasn't hearing anything from his teammates. Nothing. Not even the Engineer wailing about his sentries getting blown up.
"All right," he says, dropping the briefcase. "Where the hell am I?"
[Tags: RED Scout, Reno, Gordon Freeman]
"All right," he says, dropping the briefcase. "Where the hell am I?"
[Tags: RED Scout, Reno, Gordon Freeman]
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Jul. 10th, 2008 01:11 pmmendanddefend_archiveBob and Dot have only been home for two cycles, but things are rapidly returning to the usual routine of 'Dot spending all day in the Principal Office while Bob patrols for Games and Tears.' Bob, at least, isn't terribly bothered by this. Might as well have a little bit of relative normality before Mairi is born.
Still, even the most hardworking Guardian deserves some downtime now and then. We don't know where she's taking her break, but Bob is in the Bar with an energy shake and a plate of chips. Oh, and a big box full of souvenirs from Underhill to be handed out to certain friends when he happens to find them.
[tinytag: BlackWarGreymon]
Still, even the most hardworking Guardian deserves some downtime now and then. We don't know where she's taking her break, but Bob is in the Bar with an energy shake and a plate of chips. Oh, and a big box full of souvenirs from Underhill to be handed out to certain friends when he happens to find them.
[tinytag: BlackWarGreymon]
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Jul. 10th, 2008 01:29 pmdancewaterdanceIt isn't like last time. The touch isn't near as clumsy, as searching. This time it displays the finesse and care that Demyx frequently attempts to hide that he's capable of. Nothing to hurt Axel, of course. Demyx doesn't change the direction, stop it, or tug on it or anything as gauche. Just a feather-light touch, like a caress down the spine from shoulders to lower back, soft and gentle.
Demyx sits by the fire strumming his sitar, on the same couch. Last time when he touched Axel's blood with his magic they were right next to each other, touching skin to skin. He wonders if Axel will be able to feel it this time.
[Little Tag of Horrors: Demyx]
Demyx sits by the fire strumming his sitar, on the same couch. Last time when he touched Axel's blood with his magic they were right next to each other, touching skin to skin. He wonders if Axel will be able to feel it this time.
[Little Tag of Horrors: Demyx]
Please recycle your entry posts!
Jul. 10th, 2008 01:48 pmrt-5478.livejournal.comLook around you.
Look around you.
Just... look around you.
.
.
.
Have you worked out what we're looking for?
Correct! The answer is "a gerbil with an iPod."
[tinytag: Cata]
Look around you.
Just... look around you.
.
.
.
Have you worked out what we're looking for?
Correct! The answer is "a gerbil with an iPod."
[tinytag: Cata]
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Jul. 10th, 2008 02:22 pmacts_of_gordGordon finally broke down and asked the Bar today if there were somewhere in the garage other than the largely empty parking rack where he might find a mountain bike to rent.
Bar did not let him finish the sentence. Bar instead provided several boxes, most of which turned out, upon shaking or opening, to contain mountain bike components. One of them instead contained a welding mask. Gordon stopped opening the boxes after that.
There is a very cranky physicist at one of the better lit tables, scowling furiously as he works his way through Welding: Principles and Applications. Appearances to the contrary, he would almost certainly not bite if disturbed.
[tinytag: Gordon Freeman]
Bar did not let him finish the sentence. Bar instead provided several boxes, most of which turned out, upon shaking or opening, to contain mountain bike components. One of them instead contained a welding mask. Gordon stopped opening the boxes after that.
There is a very cranky physicist at one of the better lit tables, scowling furiously as he works his way through Welding: Principles and Applications. Appearances to the contrary, he would almost certainly not bite if disturbed.
[tinytag: Gordon Freeman]
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Jul. 10th, 2008 03:26 pmimthegoodguy.livejournal.comBen has made peanut butter cookies with chocolate chip. For Alexandra. As there are only a finite amount of cookies that a parent can say a child can have, there were extras. These extras are situated at the outer table edge of the booth where Ben sits, reading. They would have gone in the stomachs of whoever came to visit Ben's house had the bar not intercepted him first.
There are bound to be a lot of disappointed and cookie deprived people in the Barracks, for sure.
There are bound to be a lot of disappointed and cookie deprived people in the Barracks, for sure.
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Jul. 10th, 2008 04:29 pmbitunlikely.livejournal.comRestlessness is starting to wear on Jenny. As much as there is to explore Milliways, it has been three days. Three whole days that could just have easily been spent on Umbeka exploring such strange phenomena as snow.
Still, it had been a successful three days: dinner with Dad and two different offers for trips to Earth. Really, could it get any better?
Taking up on Charlie's suggestion, she's hanging out in the rafters today watching people. It really is a good way to watch people.
[tiny tag: jenny (doctor's daughter)]
Still, it had been a successful three days: dinner with Dad and two different offers for trips to Earth. Really, could it get any better?
Taking up on Charlie's suggestion, she's hanging out in the rafters today watching people. It really is a good way to watch people.
[tiny tag: jenny (doctor's daughter)]
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Jul. 10th, 2008 06:24 pmbadinlatinSimon and Kaylee are off doing...things.
Which leaves Mal in the bar, doing...not so much, with the variety of what one would call 'things'. It's not that he's expecting anything untoward to happen, but it's not like hanging about the ship more or less by himself was doing anybody any good.
Therefore, he finds himself with his boots propped up on a coffee table, slouching back into his chair with his iPod. He likes that Bar keeps surprising him with music, but...really? Bon Jovi? Skip.
[ooc: Slowtime in effect. I will pick up tags and/or new threads on the morrow, yo.]
Which leaves Mal in the bar, doing...not so much, with the variety of what one would call 'things'. It's not that he's expecting anything untoward to happen, but it's not like hanging about the ship more or less by himself was doing anybody any good.
Therefore, he finds himself with his boots propped up on a coffee table, slouching back into his chair with his iPod. He likes that Bar keeps surprising him with music, but...really? Bon Jovi? Skip.
[ooc: Slowtime in effect. I will pick up tags and/or new threads on the morrow, yo.]
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Jul. 10th, 2008 07:50 pmdark_dancer(Pre-Milliways: The night before, all is well... if almost suspiciously so.
The next morning, the long international daydream is over, but Cata's recovery is only just beginning.)
The door opens on a young woman (she's got no more than thirty summers to her name), with curly, dark brown hair and blue eyes; she's rather heavyset, but not to the point of obesity. She looks a bit distracted by something even before she stops short and registers that this isn't the place she thought she was walking into.
(It's very frustrating to suddenly realise you're overweight, out of shape, and out of practice. But mostly, she's trying to figure out how her hair got sun-bleached and what she can do about it.)
"...Did someone put a new Frothing Otter in?"
The next morning, the long international daydream is over, but Cata's recovery is only just beginning.)
The door opens on a young woman (she's got no more than thirty summers to her name), with curly, dark brown hair and blue eyes; she's rather heavyset, but not to the point of obesity. She looks a bit distracted by something even before she stops short and registers that this isn't the place she thought she was walking into.
(It's very frustrating to suddenly realise you're overweight, out of shape, and out of practice. But mostly, she's trying to figure out how her hair got sun-bleached and what she can do about it.)
"...Did someone put a new Frothing Otter in?"
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Jul. 10th, 2008 08:13 pmraptorcanaria[OOM: Star Light, Star Bright]
When you're a growing, active teenager, you need your food. So if you manage to burn your only idnner for that night, you'd better hope you have a good back up plan.
Such as access to a magic bar.
Dinah makes a beeline from the dor to the bar, and hops on a barstool, ordering a lasagne and a Dr. Pepper. With those acquired, she swivels and sits facing the rest of the bar, looking around.
honestly, she can think of worse ways to spend an evening "home alone".
[Taglet: Dinah Lance]
[OOM: this post'll stay open until the cows come home, as Dinah won't have another EP for a while.]
When you're a growing, active teenager, you need your food. So if you manage to burn your only idnner for that night, you'd better hope you have a good back up plan.
Such as access to a magic bar.
Dinah makes a beeline from the dor to the bar, and hops on a barstool, ordering a lasagne and a Dr. Pepper. With those acquired, she swivels and sits facing the rest of the bar, looking around.
honestly, she can think of worse ways to spend an evening "home alone".
[Taglet: Dinah Lance]
[OOM: this post'll stay open until the cows come home, as Dinah won't have another EP for a while.]
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Jul. 10th, 2008 08:13 pmblinkandyoumiss.livejournal.comYou know that scene in the beginning of Aladdin, where Aladdin's doing all those cool gymnastics and running away from the Palace Guard because he stole some bread?
Well, what's been going on on Bart's side of the door is nothing like that.
What there is, however, is the front door opening really fast and a slight whoosh of air and a boy wearing a bright red sweatshirt apparently popping out of nowhere in the middle of the bar. (The contents of his backpack are not illegal in any way.)
"No way."
Tiny!tag: Jenny (the Doctor's Daughter)
Well, what's been going on on Bart's side of the door is nothing like that.
What there is, however, is the front door opening really fast and a slight whoosh of air and a boy wearing a bright red sweatshirt apparently popping out of nowhere in the middle of the bar. (The contents of his backpack are not illegal in any way.)
"No way."
Tiny!tag: Jenny (the Doctor's Daughter)
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Jul. 10th, 2008 09:13 pmscurlockWhen Doc comes downstairs he asks Bar for two things:
The first is a glass of water and the second is a book on dog breeds -- with a focus on working dogs, to an extent -- and both the glass of water and the book are taken over to a booth near the back door.
A rat brings an ashtray over without him asking. Maybe Bar is just looking out for her furniture, or she's getting to know him too well. Regardless, he doesn't smoke straight away, just drinks from the water glass and reads through the book. He's not looking for anything in particular, so company would be welcome.
The first is a glass of water and the second is a book on dog breeds -- with a focus on working dogs, to an extent -- and both the glass of water and the book are taken over to a booth near the back door.
A rat brings an ashtray over without him asking. Maybe Bar is just looking out for her furniture, or she's getting to know him too well. Regardless, he doesn't smoke straight away, just drinks from the water glass and reads through the book. He's not looking for anything in particular, so company would be welcome.
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Jul. 10th, 2008 09:14 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy is near the infirmary, with an Ikea catalogue, a list of stuff he has to do, and a box of fireworks.
He's also wearing a pair of large blue sunglasses, and eating a sandwich.
He's also wearing a pair of large blue sunglasses, and eating a sandwich.
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Jul. 10th, 2008 09:19 pmsignore-treschi.livejournal.comTeja, Tonio, table, tea, toast.
There would be more alliteration, but there is such a thing as taking a joke too far. . .
[[OOC: two pups, two muns, one post! Tag one, tag both.]]
[[tinytag: Tonio]]
There would be more alliteration, but there is such a thing as taking a joke too far. . .
[[OOC: two pups, two muns, one post! Tag one, tag both.]]
[[tinytag: Tonio]]
Multi-pup post
Jul. 10th, 2008 09:25 pmfiery_ringCarlotta's throat hurts.
She doesn't really feel energetic enough to go leaping around tonight, so she's sitting in a corner struggling over some maths prep. Algebra - ugh.
She sucks a throat sweet and tries to work out the sums.
***
Chase Stein has been mowing the lawn, and is now kicking a soccer ball around out back.
***
John Steed appears to be being attacked by a man dressed as a giant crab before he comes into the bar. He polishes off his attacker with a careful few punches, then steps over the body and into the bar.
"A brandy please." he says, sitting at the bar.
[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]
She doesn't really feel energetic enough to go leaping around tonight, so she's sitting in a corner struggling over some maths prep. Algebra - ugh.
She sucks a throat sweet and tries to work out the sums.
***
Chase Stein has been mowing the lawn, and is now kicking a soccer ball around out back.
***
John Steed appears to be being attacked by a man dressed as a giant crab before he comes into the bar. He polishes off his attacker with a careful few punches, then steps over the body and into the bar.
"A brandy please." he says, sitting at the bar.
[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]
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Jul. 10th, 2008 09:30 pmlordgoldeneyes.livejournal.comThe Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Mountains of Mist. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.
Bel Tine was coming to the Two Rivers weither spring was or not. By now the sheep should have been sheered and crops set for summer harvests, but instead winter still lingerd on over the lands with no relief in sight. In fact, the feel of snows still yet to come chilled the ever cloudy air making the feel of dread still settle deep within the bones. Snow still hung about the edges of Master Luhhan's forge where the fires still burned hot even inspite of the preperations for the festival. Rumor had it a gleeman was there- but that was just Mat's talk and Mat was..well, he had an imagination as large as the Moutains of Mist at times. Scrubbing a hand back through his unruly, curly hair, Perrin opened the door looking back over his shoulder as the barking of Master Luhhan's hounds resounded in the distance. Wolves were daring to come closer than liked now a days.
"Master Luhhan?" Perrin spoke over his shoulder as he stepped into what he thought was the forge, "I was wondering since work is slow if I may be allowed to head into town early and help Rand and his father with their...casks.." Whatever else the youth from Emond's Field was about to say was lost as he stood there in the doorway letting cold air creep in around him, brown eyes wide in amazement and jaw slacked. There was no way in the Light Mat had mangaed to do this without Haral knowing. No. Way.
Welcome to Milliways, Perrin Aybara.
[tinytag: Perring Aybara, Demeter]
[OOC: Post is open all weekend since plans to go out of town are cancelled.]
Bel Tine was coming to the Two Rivers weither spring was or not. By now the sheep should have been sheered and crops set for summer harvests, but instead winter still lingerd on over the lands with no relief in sight. In fact, the feel of snows still yet to come chilled the ever cloudy air making the feel of dread still settle deep within the bones. Snow still hung about the edges of Master Luhhan's forge where the fires still burned hot even inspite of the preperations for the festival. Rumor had it a gleeman was there- but that was just Mat's talk and Mat was..well, he had an imagination as large as the Moutains of Mist at times. Scrubbing a hand back through his unruly, curly hair, Perrin opened the door looking back over his shoulder as the barking of Master Luhhan's hounds resounded in the distance. Wolves were daring to come closer than liked now a days.
"Master Luhhan?" Perrin spoke over his shoulder as he stepped into what he thought was the forge, "I was wondering since work is slow if I may be allowed to head into town early and help Rand and his father with their...casks.." Whatever else the youth from Emond's Field was about to say was lost as he stood there in the doorway letting cold air creep in around him, brown eyes wide in amazement and jaw slacked. There was no way in the Light Mat had mangaed to do this without Haral knowing. No. Way.
Welcome to Milliways, Perrin Aybara.
[tinytag: Perring Aybara, Demeter]
[OOC: Post is open all weekend since plans to go out of town are cancelled.]
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Jul. 10th, 2008 09:41 pmmything_personJerry has been out of the bar.
This is because it is very hard to prove that one does not have access to extra hours in the day when one actually does.
The nagging with the questions was a bit much though. Besides, the music is recorded and ready to be
( left for Bumblebee. )
So, Jerry in the bar, looking around for anyone open to a bit a peaceful conversation.
Totally botherable.
Tiny tag: Jerry Lukacs
OOC: Bailing for sleep in a few hours, but slow times are everyones friend!
This is because it is very hard to prove that one does not have access to extra hours in the day when one actually does.
The nagging with the questions was a bit much though. Besides, the music is recorded and ready to be
( left for Bumblebee. )So, Jerry in the bar, looking around for anyone open to a bit a peaceful conversation.
Totally botherable.
Tiny tag: Jerry Lukacs
OOC: Bailing for sleep in a few hours, but slow times are everyones friend!
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Jul. 10th, 2008 09:44 pmuquars_gadgetHelen is sitting at the counter, with a very large book and an equally large scowl. Her black hair cloaks it, as it's fallen straight over her face.
Sensible people don't mix well with the atmosphere of Creema di Leema (or the company of Jamie Hamilton). But she probably wouldn't mind being bothered!
Sensible people don't mix well with the atmosphere of Creema di Leema (or the company of Jamie Hamilton). But she probably wouldn't mind being bothered!
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Jul. 10th, 2008 09:53 pmaimedforthemoon[OoM: In which everything is normal.
Or, at the very least, it starts normal and ends normal and the middle is being ignored]
[tiny!tag: the russian astronaut]
Or, at the very least, it starts normal and ends normal and the middle is being ignored]
[tiny!tag: the russian astronaut]
ikissdhimbck[OOM: Miss Katherine didn't always live in Green Lake, you know...]
She stumbled slightly through the door, her prim little heels clacking on the wood floor. A stack of books were balanced in her arms, and they climbed as high up as her eyebrows. This made seeing where she was going a difficult process.
"Timothy?" she called out, wondering where her young student had got off to. "Timothy, could you please lend me a hand with these?"
The schoolhouse smelled... different.
(Post will be open for tags until the end of the weekend, so late-comers are more than welcome to tag in.)
[Tiny Tags: Katherine Barlow, Ben Wade]
She stumbled slightly through the door, her prim little heels clacking on the wood floor. A stack of books were balanced in her arms, and they climbed as high up as her eyebrows. This made seeing where she was going a difficult process.
"Timothy?" she called out, wondering where her young student had got off to. "Timothy, could you please lend me a hand with these?"
The schoolhouse smelled... different.
(Post will be open for tags until the end of the weekend, so late-comers are more than welcome to tag in.)
[Tiny Tags: Katherine Barlow, Ben Wade]
