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[kevlar-diamond.livejournal.com]

Everyone on the Wells farm had chores. From the littlest, Cora, to the Eldest Wells. True, there wasn't much she could do with her hands, but she could weed. Weeds didn't need to remain intact!

This would be why her dark wraps were dirt smudged, and she was nibbling her lip fitfully as she sat a table. Before her, instead of a sand table, was a thick sheet of paper and an ink well. She was carefully, very carefully, tracing an overly long claw along said paper, elegant copperplate writing flowing in it's wake.

Dear Grandfather,

Carrots look like weeds.

This was her first experiment with parchment, but the situation warranted it. With luck, she'd get a full letter written out, and she could get things fixed.

[Tiny Tag: Penance]

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[chime_ra_tilt]

The early morning dew has soaked the ankles of Zelgadiss' trousers, but he doesn't really notice. He is intent upon his swordwork, going through the motions of what would be a rather epic battle, had he an oppponent.

It's sad that the lack of opponent isn't even a factor in the frustration seen on his face.

If only that stupid door would open.

Bound, pointy-eared rockman w/ a sword outside. Come gawk say hello! He needs the distraction from his frustration.

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[acts_of_gord]

[First, an OOM Millitimed to about a month ago: Gordon finds out he's somebody's doppelganger.]

And now…

Gordon went to bed last night after his first really good day in a long while. It didn't last.

"Rise and shine, Mr. Freeman. . . rise and. . . shine."

Welcome back, Gordon. It's a lucky thing there are people in this brave new world who remember you.

Spoilers for Half-Life 2.



[Tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Alyx Vance, Lamarr]

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[alorn-bear.livejournal.com]

It's been one of those days in Mongolia. Belar doesn't want to talk about it.

He does, however, have a job to do, so the big white bear ambles into the Bar and noses a sign up on one of the tables:

SECURITY MEMBER ON DUTY

IT'S THE BEAR

NO, REALLY, IT'S THE BEAR

And then plops himself down somewhere he can get a good view of the place.


[Open until it scrolls off the page. Bears is patient critters, yo.]

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[david_xanatos]

The door opens, as it does on occasion, to a block of pure, white light, and a rather imposing figure of a man stands silhouetted in the glare before stepping through. It blacks out half of Manhattan to do it, but once again, David Xanatos has pried open the barrier between time and space to enter Milliways.

After closing the door behind him, he walks directly to the Bar. "Could I have copies of my world's Wall Street Journal for my current reference date and the six days following?" There's a pause, and then the seven newspapers appear in a stack. Xanatos lays his credit card against the Bar and nods as the charge on his tab is cleared.

A few minutes later, Xanatos can be spotted in a booth with the seven papers opened to their financial sections. After all, there's no actual law against using future knowledge to one's advantage.

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[raptorcanaria]

Mrs Dinah Lance was apparently serious when she said she wasn't going back on the streets. She's been sitting around the house not really doing anything and mourning over her dead husband.

Miss Dinah Lance deals with grief slightly differently. She's crept into the bar and gone straight outside to the training ground, where the black haired teenager is currently pummelling the crap out of a punching bag.

[taglet: Dinah Lance]

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[thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com]

Outside, there's a dude. He's kinda just hangin' out, chilling. The bottle's down to its dregs, but that's okay; either Xaldin will show up with another, or he'll just snag one from the bar.

Yeah, so this is roughly where he's been for the last few several many days. What about it? A guy has a right to get sloshed (and stay that way indefinitely) right?

Right?

[tiny tag: Xigbar]

Flashback

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

In which there is a brief encounter between litter mates.

(OOC: With much thanks to Ana for handling the NPC)

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[dark-fleet.livejournal.com]

To a good number of the patrons of the bar, there is a rather beautiful woman sitting out at the edge of the lake, her feet dangling carelessly in the water. And they wouldn't be entirely wrong.

Of course, they wouldn't be entirely right, either, as those patrons who can tell the difference would know. Harpies aren't exactly known for their charming personalities.

Possibly, however, for those who fall into the former category, the feathers lining her arms might be a clue that Celaeno is not quite what she seems.


[tiny!tag: Celaeno]

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[fatboyrun.livejournal.com]

[OOM: In London, orcs are killed, awkward moments are had, and wandering heroes are fed.]

[Tag: Dennis Doyle, Jake O'Dell, Libby O'Dell]

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[dr_temperance]

“I probably shouldn’t be bringing you here,” Brennan is saying as she comes through the door. “Family Services would frown on me removing you so far from their jurisdiction—if they were to acknowledge the existence of Milliways, of course. But the time differential here will help me to expedite the resolution of your case.”

Her companion, nestled snugly in his infant seat, looks both unimpressed and unconcerned. He’s a little too busy chewing on a red plastic ring and drooling down the front of his sleeper.

With a little bit of awkward juggling, Brennan settles the baby in his carrier on a tabletop (well away from the edges). She hangs the diaper bag over the back of her chair and takes a seat, opening the case file.

Which seems to be her temporary ward’s cue to fling his toy and begin making distressed noises.

Brennan sighs and picks up the toy, patiently trying to offer it back to him. The baby is having none of it right now.

“Well, as I said, at least we aren’t pressed for time here.”

Anyone know how to console a fussy preverbal infant?

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[argyle_princess]

There are certain advantages a magical bar has over a Walgreens. Tonight, Hannah has discovered that they include not only getting the perfect shade of nailpolish (the red matches her sundress exactly) but also having time for your nails to actually dry before your date.

Of course, the disadvantage to painting your nails at the end of the universe is that when a noise startles you and you jump, just about anyone can see you put a red streak across three fingers and knock the bottle over.

"Dammit."

Anyone have any nail polish remover?

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[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

Xaldin is not particularly pleased at being sober but he needs to be for the next while. He's not certain when the next while will end either which is what causes the thoughtful frown on his face. Part of what causes the thoughtful frown on his face. The rest of it is caused by his conversation with Axel last night.

He's pacing outside. Easy to find if you're looking. It's hard to hide over six feet of pacing Nobody in full uniform.

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[notascreensaver]

[OOM: A cycle or two ago, a pair of prodigal sprites returned. Accusations were made, bombs were dropped, and someone's sleeping on the couch for a while.]


With her impromptu vacation over and done with, AndrAIa enters the Bar with a bag full of souvenirs. She swings by the bar briefly and snags a Wikibrau before situating herself on one of the couches.

Those familiar with the Game sprite might just have something for them in that bag of hers.

It's like Santa, except slimmer, and more attractive!

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[smallofstature.livejournal.com]

Cassie is in her civvies when she steps into Milliways tonight. It's a surprise... she wasn't expecting to find a new door.

Still, this time she knows where she is, so she settles into a booth and gets a glass of chocolate milk from a waitrat. Hopefully she'll spot Kate or somebody friendly.

[tiny tag: Cassie Lang]

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[princeinexile]

Clang, clang, clang rings the hammer and the anvil. The forge has been rather quiet for a bit -- sure, Teja runs it now, mostly, but Zuko still has his name on the outside sign. Normally, he doesn't run it by evening, but with Ryan not here and Teja not about... Why the hell not? H e could use some good old fashioned grimy sweating and work. So the flame on the sign outside is next to IN and the forge is glowing bright with fire into the evening, and making not just a bit of noise. The usual sign inside reads BLACKSMITH IS IN within the bar, though Teja's flowing script is absent; now it resembles Zuko's writing, the brush strokes of a most Asian calligraphy.

Not that they couldn't tell, from the heat and the light and especially the noise. Hope nobody wanted to hunt or sleep out among the green near the forge... Regardless: Zuko's enjoying himself, to say the least. Flames are high and it is hot and bright; anyone who comes by better be prepared to sweat, or shield their eyes.

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[always-okay.livejournal.com]

OOM: Do you understand your assignment? If for some reason we lost confidence in you...


[tinytag: x5-494 (alec); dialogue from dark angel 2.11, "the berrisford agenda"]