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wolflord_andain[OOM: In which universal truths are not so much discussed, but undergarments and lapdogs are.]
Jul. 19th, 2008
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Jul. 19th, 2008 09:25 ammything_personJerry is in the bar, having a quiet drink. Coffee this time.
He needs to go shopping back home, but this is easier. Gives him time to wake up too.
Botherable in so many ways.
OOC: Last post before Jerry starts in on canon, so open through Sunday.
Tiny tag: Jerry Lukacs
He needs to go shopping back home, but this is easier. Gives him time to wake up too.
Botherable in so many ways.
OOC: Last post before Jerry starts in on canon, so open through Sunday.
Tiny tag: Jerry Lukacs
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Jul. 19th, 2008 11:32 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
girlcalldchuck.livejournal.comChuck more or less slipped into the bar today by accident. Her door has never been steady, not like it was for Ned, but she was sure someone had told her that in due time, the door's appearance would become easier for her to control. To be honest though, she never minds the surprise it brings - even if her plans had originally entailed accompanying Ned to the Pie Hole that morning.
Oh, well.
She comes into the bar, cheerful, and takes a seat at a table.
[tiny!tag: chuck charles]
Oh, well.
She comes into the bar, cheerful, and takes a seat at a table.
[tiny!tag: chuck charles]
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Jul. 19th, 2008 01:50 pmrebel-jaffa.livejournal.comWell, well, well.
The door opens, and there stands a mildly startled Teal'c in the doorway. He looks around--silently, as usual, and walks over to Bar, still carrying his staff weapon and in full Air Force gear. He sits a moment, cocks his head, and says simply, "Budweiser, please". And, as usual, *poof*, there's a beer.
He's definitely NOT busy. NOT BUSY. NOT. BUSY.
[OOC:The mun is terrible at that whole 'subtle' thing. If you can't tell.]
The door opens, and there stands a mildly startled Teal'c in the doorway. He looks around--silently, as usual, and walks over to Bar, still carrying his staff weapon and in full Air Force gear. He sits a moment, cocks his head, and says simply, "Budweiser, please". And, as usual, *poof*, there's a beer.
He's definitely NOT busy. NOT BUSY. NOT. BUSY.
[OOC:The mun is terrible at that whole 'subtle' thing. If you can't tell.]
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Jul. 19th, 2008 03:17 pmgone_byebye[OOM: Ray, Jhalak, and a bunch of scientists meet with the Lemurians off the coast of Oregon.
The Lemurians have much, MUCH more important news than previously thought.]
When Ray opens the door, he has a laptop computer under one arm and a five-armed alien on his opposite shoulder. "Has anyone seen Agent K or Agent Zed?" he says to no one in particular. "The Lemurians say we've got a sleeper..."
He doesn't wait for an answer, but heads for the Bar. He needs some of that green stuff, or possibly the quantum blue. Jhalak is getting all the kiwifruit and carambolas it can possibly eat.
[OOC: Warning for probable slowtime, but I'll tag whenever I can!]
[tinytag: Long-Reach the Jotok]
The Lemurians have much, MUCH more important news than previously thought.]
When Ray opens the door, he has a laptop computer under one arm and a five-armed alien on his opposite shoulder. "Has anyone seen Agent K or Agent Zed?" he says to no one in particular. "The Lemurians say we've got a sleeper..."
He doesn't wait for an answer, but heads for the Bar. He needs some of that green stuff, or possibly the quantum blue. Jhalak is getting all the kiwifruit and carambolas it can possibly eat.
[OOC: Warning for probable slowtime, but I'll tag whenever I can!]
[tinytag: Long-Reach the Jotok]
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Jul. 19th, 2008 03:42 pmnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comBeing on the same TARDIS as both Spoon and Axel is... interesting, at least. Very early on she banned any and all trophies from all but a few rooms, in the hopes she might not stumble across a dead something while on an early-morning trek for much-needed coffee.
It has sort-of worked. In the way she doesn't want to kill the pair of them herself just yet.
Now, Ace has found a comfortably sunny spot by the lake, and is now sprawled on a blanket, reading a trashy novel.
One can't be high-brow all the time. Or, if you're Ace, most of the time.
It has sort-of worked. In the way she doesn't want to kill the pair of them herself just yet.
Now, Ace has found a comfortably sunny spot by the lake, and is now sprawled on a blanket, reading a trashy novel.
One can't be high-brow all the time. Or, if you're Ace, most of the time.
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Jul. 19th, 2008 04:12 pmblowupthefloatsMuttering unkind things about paperwork under his breath Munch walks into Milliways. "I know, I know, I'm sorry," he apologizes to Bar as he moves into the empty space behind the bar. Patting the wood with his hand he says, "Take five, toots."
He hangs up his jacket and weapon, and writes the specials on the board.
Specials
Copperhead
Copper Cocktail
Coppertone Punch
Underneath he writes:
Half-off for anyone who can tell me a good joke. The bartender's had a crappy day and needs a laugh.
"Okay people, the bar is now open," he says. "What's your poison?"
[tag o'tiny: eric o'grady, the russian astronaut, xaldin]
He hangs up his jacket and weapon, and writes the specials on the board.
Copperhead
Copper Cocktail
Coppertone Punch
Underneath he writes:
"Okay people, the bar is now open," he says. "What's your poison?"
[tag o'tiny: eric o'grady, the russian astronaut, xaldin]
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Jul. 19th, 2008 05:47 pmmogget_catThat was a successful gig.
The door opens to let in the sauna-like New Orleans heat, where the city's proximity to the Gulf means to move is to drip, and the faint sounds of soulful, street-corner jazz. Yrael steps in, closing the door behind him and humming something smooth and slinking and smug. His first true (read: paid) gig in New Orleans was a success.
Now, he's back home, making his way over to the bar for a celebratory drink.
Oh? A note appears with his Atomic Cat.
He nearly spills it.
By his timeline, it's been a day.
"How long have I been gone?"
Bar is helpful when it comes to notes.
"A week?"
Really, Yrael, you should be used to it by now.
[Tiny Tag: Xaldin]
The door opens to let in the sauna-like New Orleans heat, where the city's proximity to the Gulf means to move is to drip, and the faint sounds of soulful, street-corner jazz. Yrael steps in, closing the door behind him and humming something smooth and slinking and smug. His first true (read: paid) gig in New Orleans was a success.
Now, he's back home, making his way over to the bar for a celebratory drink.
Oh? A note appears with his Atomic Cat.
He nearly spills it.
By his timeline, it's been a day.
"How long have I been gone?"
Bar is helpful when it comes to notes.
"A week?"
Really, Yrael, you should be used to it by now.
[Tiny Tag: Xaldin]
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Jul. 19th, 2008 07:09 pmshoeless-ed.livejournal.comEd is gawkily ballet-dancing on top of the Bar. Why, you ask?
Well, because she's Ed. She does stuff like this all the time.
Watch? Tell her to cut it out? Join her? It's up to you.
Well, because she's Ed. She does stuff like this all the time.
Watch? Tell her to cut it out? Join her? It's up to you.
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Jul. 19th, 2008 07:32 pmeirenikos[oom: Things lost can be regained.]
Eirene opens the door, talking to someone over her shoulder. Behind her can be glimpsed a festive environment; beautiful people mingling and talking over the subtle strains of an orchestra tucked away somewhere out of sight. A party is in full swing, which more than likely accounts for the dress wrapped around her slim frame and the pink heels adding four inches to her height. She looks confused for a few seconds and then, on realizing she's been saved temporarily, saunters towards the bar for something to drink.
Feel free to just gawk (as she probably won't be seen this dressed up again unless the bribery is phenomenal) or say hello.
[ tiny tag: Eirene ]
[ EP open until Sunday evening. ]
Eirene opens the door, talking to someone over her shoulder. Behind her can be glimpsed a festive environment; beautiful people mingling and talking over the subtle strains of an orchestra tucked away somewhere out of sight. A party is in full swing, which more than likely accounts for the dress wrapped around her slim frame and the pink heels adding four inches to her height. She looks confused for a few seconds and then, on realizing she's been saved temporarily, saunters towards the bar for something to drink.
Feel free to just gawk (as she probably won't be seen this dressed up again unless the bribery is phenomenal) or say hello.
[ tiny tag: Eirene ]
[ EP open until Sunday evening. ]
An invitation.
Jul. 19th, 2008 08:18 pmbadinlatinMal's a busy, busy man. Tomorrow is Inara's 27th birthday, and they have plans of their own, but Mal's never really been one to not consider a larger option.
That being said, he has a box of small squares of paper to hand out with Bar, keeping some to hand out personally if he comes across certain people.
The invitation that gets sent to any friends of Inara's and the crew at large reads:
He's got a lot of work to do.
[ooc: Back room explanation post incoming. Either drop a note in this post to RSVP or thread, though I am only on for a couple of hours tonight.]
That being said, he has a box of small squares of paper to hand out with Bar, keeping some to hand out personally if he comes across certain people.
The invitation that gets sent to any friends of Inara's and the crew at large reads:
He's got a lot of work to do.
[ooc: Back room explanation post incoming. Either drop a note in this post to RSVP or thread, though I am only on for a couple of hours tonight.]
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Jul. 19th, 2008 08:46 pmsir-templar.livejournal.comBois-Guilbert is sitting at a table against the wall, the remnants of his dinner cleared to one side, with a yellowed manuscript spread out before him.
The manuscript is the conclusion of a battle-of-wills with Bar. Every night for the past week, the Templar has asked Bar for reading material; every night, Bar has offered him a portion of this manuscript. It has been a different portion each night, with one constant. The calligraphy painstakingly detailed across each sheet of vellum is written not in Latin, not in French, but in Arabic.
Having at last conceded the battle, Brian finds the challenge of the manuscript unexpectedly engrossing. He had thought Bar was mocking him with busy-work -- not to mention the source -- but he's intrigued in spite of himself. His near-twenty years in Palestine have given him fluency in spoken Arabic, but only a rudimentary grasp of the written word. He struggles to wrest the simplest phrases into comprehension: a certain merchant, a violent rage, thy happiness ...
His head is bent over the vellum, but that does not prevent him from sending the occasional searching glance across the Bar. He is absorbed tonight, but not -- as is admittedly often the case -- entirely adverse to random conversation.
[Tinytags: Brian de Bois-Guilbert, Rebecca of York]
The manuscript is the conclusion of a battle-of-wills with Bar. Every night for the past week, the Templar has asked Bar for reading material; every night, Bar has offered him a portion of this manuscript. It has been a different portion each night, with one constant. The calligraphy painstakingly detailed across each sheet of vellum is written not in Latin, not in French, but in Arabic.
Having at last conceded the battle, Brian finds the challenge of the manuscript unexpectedly engrossing. He had thought Bar was mocking him with busy-work -- not to mention the source -- but he's intrigued in spite of himself. His near-twenty years in Palestine have given him fluency in spoken Arabic, but only a rudimentary grasp of the written word. He struggles to wrest the simplest phrases into comprehension: a certain merchant, a violent rage, thy happiness ...
His head is bent over the vellum, but that does not prevent him from sending the occasional searching glance across the Bar. He is absorbed tonight, but not -- as is admittedly often the case -- entirely adverse to random conversation.
[Tinytags: Brian de Bois-Guilbert, Rebecca of York]
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Jul. 19th, 2008 10:17 pmalmosthonorable[ oom: this cowboy keeps his word ]
He didn't expect to see the bar just yet.
Doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate the happenstance.
Ben Wade heads toward the counter to order a whiskey. He's in a damn good mood.
[ tiny tag: the russian astronaut ]
He didn't expect to see the bar just yet.
Doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate the happenstance.
Ben Wade heads toward the counter to order a whiskey. He's in a damn good mood.
[ tiny tag: the russian astronaut ]
