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[7twistedwishes]

Bored.

The Devil is bored. You can guess from how blatant she is about not being just another patron:

There is a book on the table, open, whose pages flip themselves. There is a bottle of champagne in ice, the bubbly liquid going down as the level of her glass rises. There is a chess set near and every few minutes, a piece moves by itself.

Bored, she is bored to tears or would be if she could cry. For once, Milliways has not provided a distraction. Yet.

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[aimedforthemoon]

It is hours later.

Esfir, eyes red and fingers stained with newspaper ink, had finally come downstairs and headed straight for the Bar. Even if she hadn't finished reading, and she hadn't, she needed a drink. She needed to drink enough to forget the words and front page pictures swimming in her brain.

Not long after, she gained some company in the form of Irina Spalko.

This fact is now very, very audible. As the joke goes, one Russian is a drunk, two is a party, and you can't have a party without singing.

Even if it is currently...well...

"Soyuz Nerushimyy Respublik svobodnykh
Splotila naveki Velikaya Rus'.
Da zdravstvuet sozdannyy voley narodov
Edinyy, moguchiy Sovetskiy Soyuz!"

The anthem of the Soviet Union.

(on the other hand, what did you expect from two members of the Soviet millitary, drunk and cut off from home?)

[ooc: two muns, two pups, feel free to have at!]

tiny!tag: irina spalko, the russian astronaut

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[mallory-grace.livejournal.com]

[[OOM: Mallory hates working the night shift.]]

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[eirenikos]

There's a puppy wandering around near the lake shore; looking for things to inspect, new friends to meet, cats to wuff at (though her mistress is still trying to break that particular habit), and treats to con Eirene out of.

She's there too, wearing her favorite bikini, a pair of shorts, and working on something having to do with the Olympics. Come say hi to puppy or goddess, neither mind the company.



tiny tags: Eirene, Xaldin
ooc: slow for a couple hoursback

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[acts_of_gord]

[OOM: Here comes the helicopter, second time today / Everybody scatters and hopes it goes away...]

[Spoilers for Half-Life 2. Whitetext by Bruce Cockburn.]


[tinytag: Gordon Freeman]

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[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede is back in Bar, today, looking awfully content in modern, exercise garb. More precisely, he's outside, quite literally running around the Bar - not needing to exercise to stay in shape hasn't taken away any of his pent-up energy. Also more precisely, the upper part of said garb has been abandoned somewhere in the grass as he makes his rounds, not looking particularly winded or ready to stop, just yet.

For once, though, he's not actually trying to show off. Attention whore that he may be, even he has moments where he doesn't mind just being left alone in the space of his own head and the summer heat.

Though that doesn't mean that he would disapprove of company in or distraction from the laps he's doing.

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[awretchedfigure.livejournal.com]

Being dead, Aschenbach thinks, should have made him less restless. All this talk of peace beyond the grave, though, clearly was...well, something that dignity would restrain him from putting into print or words.

Today he found himself, as he had for the past few days, wanting distraction near to the point of desperation. Reading was no good - every word reminded him of the things that he was so eager to forget. And, so, finally, he had ended up in his present position, sitting in front of a table near the Bar, a chess set before him, playing the game against himself.

Neither side of himself seems to be doing a very good job of it. But, honestly, he's hoping that he'll find an actual opponent, soon enough. For the first time in a long time, Gustav von Aschenbach really, really wants some human company.

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[blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com]

{OOM: In which everyone's favourite crazy couple visit their very first new planet and run into a little trouble. But then, what's a date without a little rescue?}


The door opens onto an exactly-the-same-size-on-the-inside-a-it-is-on-the-outside spaceship, and two people enter the bar. The pretty first, one blonde supersoldier clad in a t-shirt and trousers. She's helping the prettier second, a certain speedster clad in a pair of red-and-yellow swim trunks*, combination hobble-hopping with a bandage holding a self-cooling pack in place on his left ankle. They make their way for the couches, but could be stopped along the way.


*He didn't exactly have time to change, okay?

{Two pups, two muns, have fun teasing the speedster with the sprained ankle.}

Tinytag: Jenny (the Doctor's Daughter)

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[notagagagirl.livejournal.com]

Alright, this has gone on long enough. More than long enough - she's proving the Gagas right, sulking about here instead of doing something. Just about anything would be better than this, afraid to go back, unwilling to move on from here without at least trying to tie up loose ends back on Planet Mall.

This totally explains why there's a rag-tag teenager in her old clompy boots storming back and forth in front of the door.

...

Look, there's armored gits on the other side of that door. It takes a lot of working up for, alright?

(Viva la tinytag: Scaramouche)

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[landlesslord]

[OOM: The Nightwatchman gets away and Guy's left more disturbed than usual by the Sheriff. Luckily, Robin Hood is on hand to cheer him up...]

Guy stumbled into the Bar, one hand clutched across his eyes and blindly groping for something to hold on to to get his bearings.


Jesus. It was painful, whatever it was that got thrown in his face. It was darker though, than it had been in the square or at least Guy hoped it was darker. It was hard to tell with his eyes watering so much.

Maybe he was going blind.

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[blue_ajah]

The letters are finished, finally; all of the letters, those both expected and which will likely be less so. All that yet remains is for them to be delivered. Timing is essential, especially in this sort of matter; Moiraine knows this all too well.

She will see to it soon enough. For now, the Aes Sedai is seated in the bar at the table she prefers, with a cup of tea at hand. A light repast of fruit, bread, and cheese sits untouched on a plate nearby, as most of her attention is given over to watching the room.

(And if her regard is occasionally more lingering than usual, almost as if she is trying to commit something to memory, what of it?)

All things are part of the Pattern. Some more so than others.

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Handover]

Guppy is in one corner of the bar, repairing a garden chair. This seems to involve banging in nails at random.

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[amazingkavalier.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Later that day, the seeds of the funny-book war are sown as Masked Man Comics is created.]


tiny!tag: joe kavalier

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[always-okay.livejournal.com]

OOM: "Simon, what are you doing?"

And later: "That will prove very useful."


[tinytag: x5-494 (alec); dialogue in first OOM taken from dark angel 2.11, "the berrisford agenda."

Plot is closed—for now. Huge shout-out to Lynne for the amazing NPC work! Thank you thank you. 494 will be back for your regularly scheduled programming soon.

...Perhaps that was a poor choice of words.]

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[creator_raven]

There is a very loud thump as Raven, black-feathered and ragged, drops down from the rafters and into a booth.

The bird is shortly replaced by a tall, skinny man in a ragged black coat over dusty blue jeans.

His hair is very messy.

This has never bothered him.

It does not take a moment for a waitrat with a plate of cookies to approach him. It takes even less time for most of the cookies to disappear.

Raven is very hungry.

It is a thing.

Soon there will be a second plate of cookies at the table with him. He is very predictable.

Except when he isn't.

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[calledironeyes.livejournal.com]

Marsh hasn't been around lately. There have been far too many things to do in far too many places and time is a cruel mistress. He has spent time with Rider, but as much of it has been in his own world with her as the invisible and silent presence keeping him company during the long days of working toward the rebellion's goals.

The tattoos that spread out from his eyes are still new and painful. Marsh doesn't react to the pain. He's been stone-faced through worse.