Aug. 8th, 2008
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Aug. 8th, 2008 01:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
acts_of_gord[OOM: Long ago, in another world and another life, there was a cliffside trail to survive. Now?
Now there's a bridge.]
[Whitetext by Hart Crane.]
[tinytag: Gordon Freeman]
Now there's a bridge.]
[Whitetext by Hart Crane.]
[tinytag: Gordon Freeman]
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Aug. 8th, 2008 09:50 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
52-dropoff.livejournal.comCharlie has homework. Or that's how it feel.
See, Sir Nicholas Fury asked him to write up everything he can about his reality's super-heroes, as a way of helping plan for whatever restoration of super-heroes can occurs in Fury's timeline. And if that's what will allow Charlie to help with that world, he's fine with it.
Only there is a lot for Charlie to say about his world's heroes. Which means he first just needs to get his thoughts organized. Maybe even make a outline sorted by era and by team. Thus, it feels like homework.
Come and interrupt him before he gets too involved listing the members of the All-Star Squadron from memory.
[ooc: slowtime for work and meetings likely]
See, Sir Nicholas Fury asked him to write up everything he can about his reality's super-heroes, as a way of helping plan for whatever restoration of super-heroes can occurs in Fury's timeline. And if that's what will allow Charlie to help with that world, he's fine with it.
Only there is a lot for Charlie to say about his world's heroes. Which means he first just needs to get his thoughts organized. Maybe even make a outline sorted by era and by team. Thus, it feels like homework.
Come and interrupt him before he gets too involved listing the members of the All-Star Squadron from memory.
[ooc: slowtime for work and meetings likely]
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Aug. 8th, 2008 10:34 amlikesthecoatIanto has coffee and diary. Both are being ignored for a cigarette and a contemplative stare out the observation window.
Recycled post is recycled.
[ooc: tag of smallness: Teja]
Recycled post is recycled.
[ooc: tag of smallness: Teja]
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Aug. 8th, 2008 10:58 amnot-toothfairy.livejournal.comThere's some kind of inspection going on back at the base today. Ironhide didn't listen too closely. Most of his duty roster had to do with running interference for Grimlock to avoid trouble with the human inspectors. It worked pretty well, but it set up some serious static in Ironhide's systems, so he's stepped away for a while and headed to the Bar. He'll go shooting later. Right now he's working his way through another human civilization development sim on the only laptop at Autobase ruggedized enough to stand up to fingers like his.
[tinytag: Xaldin]
[tinytag: Xaldin]
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Aug. 8th, 2008 01:22 pmthe_cupbearerGanymede is back in the Bar this afternoon, or, more specifically, by the lake, cooling his feet in the water and otherwise generally basking in the sun. Weather on Olympus, though not unpleasant, is generally not so nice as this, he thinks.
He's also holding a big book, procured from Ms. Bar, the title of which reads "User's Travel Guide to the Multiverse." The pages, for anyone peeking over his shoulder, are a weird mix of technical gobbledegook...as far as the immortal can tell, at least...and pictures and descriptions of a wide variety of locales. Said locales are a strange mix of quaint, extravagant, frightening, and too abstract for the human mind to comprehend.
One might note, though, that the pages of the book haven't turned in a while and that Ganymede's eyes aren't really scanning the words, anymore. Either he's gotten bored, or he's deep in thought about something different.
He's also holding a big book, procured from Ms. Bar, the title of which reads "User's Travel Guide to the Multiverse." The pages, for anyone peeking over his shoulder, are a weird mix of technical gobbledegook...as far as the immortal can tell, at least...and pictures and descriptions of a wide variety of locales. Said locales are a strange mix of quaint, extravagant, frightening, and too abstract for the human mind to comprehend.
One might note, though, that the pages of the book haven't turned in a while and that Ganymede's eyes aren't really scanning the words, anymore. Either he's gotten bored, or he's deep in thought about something different.
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Aug. 8th, 2008 02:39 pmmallory-grace.livejournal.com[[OOM: Beck at home, Mallory gets a surprise visit that gives her a lot to think about.]]
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Aug. 8th, 2008 02:48 pmimthegoodguy.livejournal.comBen has remained outside today, largely because Milliways intercepted him in the afternoon after he had coffee but before he usually drinks his tea. He's dipping his feet in the lake water, his shoes placed neatly on the shore.
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Aug. 8th, 2008 04:36 pmcallmemajorThe Lorne who comes into Milliways today is much grumpier than the one who was here last. (Also about twenty-five years younger, but who's counting?)
He's a little distracted as he walks in, muttering something along the lines of, "Well, if you all drown down there, don't come cryin' to me. And I am not filling out all that paperwork."
[Tiny!tag: Evan Lorne]
[ooc: Lorne's back to his usual self, and he has no knowledge of anything General Lorne may have done while he was here (or ever).]
He's a little distracted as he walks in, muttering something along the lines of, "Well, if you all drown down there, don't come cryin' to me. And I am not filling out all that paperwork."
[Tiny!tag: Evan Lorne]
[ooc: Lorne's back to his usual self, and he has no knowledge of anything General Lorne may have done while he was here (or ever).]
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Aug. 8th, 2008 07:30 pmsleazeoverstyleSomeone's at a table in the corner, feet propped up on a nearby chair and a drink in his hand, looking pretty friggin' predatory. He takes his time and sips his drink and surveys the room like he might as well own it and face it: he might as well. At least that's what he tells himself, 'cause he's got enough self-confidence for a whole bunch of people.
It's Friday night, he just got paid -- handsomely -- and he's got a butter knife in his pocket. That last item's probably only of interest to him, but as much as he hates to admit it he has to thank Axel for the tip on that one. This is the second time he's held it and opened a door thinking about this place, and it's the second time it's brought him here. Yeah, yeah, yeah, it might be simple coincidence.
Nah: he doesn't think so. If he has to pick one word to define himself (which is something he tries hard not to do), he'll pick determined. He was determined to get here both times, and that, he's decided, speaks for itself. As he sips a drink as orange-red as his hair, his eyes travel from person to person like he's keeping track or some shit like that.
He is.
[Tag: Cavilo, Reno, Xaldin]
It's Friday night, he just got paid -- handsomely -- and he's got a butter knife in his pocket. That last item's probably only of interest to him, but as much as he hates to admit it he has to thank Axel for the tip on that one. This is the second time he's held it and opened a door thinking about this place, and it's the second time it's brought him here. Yeah, yeah, yeah, it might be simple coincidence.
Nah: he doesn't think so. If he has to pick one word to define himself (which is something he tries hard not to do), he'll pick determined. He was determined to get here both times, and that, he's decided, speaks for itself. As he sips a drink as orange-red as his hair, his eyes travel from person to person like he's keeping track or some shit like that.
He is.
[Tag: Cavilo, Reno, Xaldin]
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Aug. 8th, 2008 07:34 pmkillitwithfireEvening, in Axel's opinion, is one of the best times to start dancing; his kind of dancing, at least. But he's not dancing this evening, instead letting his feet carry him idly around the edge of the forest.
He's staying away from the lake, and kind of heading towards the mountains, but only kind of. His hood is up, and there's a wary set to his shoulders; it's s nice evening, but it's hard to enjoy the breeze anymore.
[tiny tag: Xaldin, Xigbar, Reno]
((ooc: all threads millitimed to before this one. Thank you!))
He's staying away from the lake, and kind of heading towards the mountains, but only kind of. His hood is up, and there's a wary set to his shoulders; it's s nice evening, but it's hard to enjoy the breeze anymore.
[tiny tag: Xaldin, Xigbar, Reno]
((ooc: all threads millitimed to before this one. Thank you!))
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Aug. 8th, 2008 08:41 pmshuftiShufti is out back, with Jack by her side and Leah in a pram. She stops when Jack picks up a big gooey thing.
"Jack, put that down, dirty." she says gently, crouching down to take the doughy stuff off him. "We'll find you some play dough later, okay?"
She stands up again and peers in the pram. And then peers closer, because that's not a teddy bear.
The doughblob protrudes a gooey hand, and gives her a wave. At the next instant she has grabbed it, thrown it to the ground away from the children and shot it with her crossbow. It doesn't seem very bothered, and begins to squelch away.
She picks Jack up, retrieves her bolt, and pushes the pram back towards the bar at speed. There will be time to investigate what these things are later, when the kids aren't with her.
[tinytags: Jack and Leah Manackle-Johnson, Dough that is not made of bread (sorry)]
"Jack, put that down, dirty." she says gently, crouching down to take the doughy stuff off him. "We'll find you some play dough later, okay?"
She stands up again and peers in the pram. And then peers closer, because that's not a teddy bear.
The doughblob protrudes a gooey hand, and gives her a wave. At the next instant she has grabbed it, thrown it to the ground away from the children and shot it with her crossbow. It doesn't seem very bothered, and begins to squelch away.
She picks Jack up, retrieves her bolt, and pushes the pram back towards the bar at speed. There will be time to investigate what these things are later, when the kids aren't with her.
[tinytags: Jack and Leah Manackle-Johnson, Dough that is not made of bread (sorry)]
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Aug. 8th, 2008 08:47 pmscurlockDoc's sitting at the bar with a notebook and a pen, going over what appears to be a list of stuff regarding the stables. He's got a few people he needs to talk to, and if he doesn't get to talk to them this evening, he'll leave notes.
He's got a cup of coffee, which he sips from occasionally, but most of his focus is on his notebook. He might be chewing on the pen.
Botherable.
ooc: Sleeping now. No new tags please.
He's got a cup of coffee, which he sips from occasionally, but most of his focus is on his notebook. He might be chewing on the pen.
Botherable.
ooc: Sleeping now. No new tags please.
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Aug. 8th, 2008 09:10 pmtalkback.livejournal.comChase, despite having worked in the garden for a few months to earn a bit of extra cash, doesn't know a whole lot about plants. If it needs planting, dig a hole, if it's in the wrong place, move it, if it's too big, chop it off.
What he does know, is that these white things going around are not plants.
He jots down a note for Asar-Suti and leaves it at the bar.
( Asar-Suti )
Then he goes out with a wheelbarrow and a net to try and catch a few, because he can always let them go again. This doesn't seem to be going well.
What he does know, is that these white things going around are not plants.
He jots down a note for Asar-Suti and leaves it at the bar.
( Asar-Suti )
Then he goes out with a wheelbarrow and a net to try and catch a few, because he can always let them go again. This doesn't seem to be going well.
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Aug. 8th, 2008 09:25 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy is... a bit stuck.
One of feet got stuck in a dough blob, so he tried to stun it. Which resulted in him stunning his foot, falling over and dropping it.
He's now in the position of having both his feet stuck to the floor with dough blobs, whilst a couple of others seem to be trying to work out how to fire his stun gun at him.
"Give that back you little buggers..."
[tinytag: Dough]
One of feet got stuck in a dough blob, so he tried to stun it. Which resulted in him stunning his foot, falling over and dropping it.
He's now in the position of having both his feet stuck to the floor with dough blobs, whilst a couple of others seem to be trying to work out how to fire his stun gun at him.
"Give that back you little buggers..."
[tinytag: Dough]
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Aug. 8th, 2008 09:59 pmbest-kung-fu.livejournal.comPsst. Hey. See that guy in the booth over there?
No?
That's probably because he's chosen one of the quieter out-of-the-way spots in the bar to spend the evening. There's a glass of scotch in front of him along with an array of camera equipment waiting to be cleaned.
All in all, he projects a pretty strong aura of "don't bother me, I'm busy," but Milliways being what it is, he fully expects that to be ignored.
No?
That's probably because he's chosen one of the quieter out-of-the-way spots in the bar to spend the evening. There's a glass of scotch in front of him along with an array of camera equipment waiting to be cleaned.
All in all, he projects a pretty strong aura of "don't bother me, I'm busy," but Milliways being what it is, he fully expects that to be ignored.
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Aug. 8th, 2008 11:37 pma-better-throw.livejournal.comI am the last Pillar--the only survivor of the Circle of Nine. At my
whim the world will be healed... or damned. At my whim...
Once I embraced my powers, I realized that Vorador was correct--we are
gods, dark gods, and it is our duty to thin the herd. I take a step toward the card Ariel displayed in the center of the Pillars of Nosgoth, fully understanding the choice I had made. I close my eyes and breathe in deeply the air of the world, now my world to take. The time had come to mold Nosgoth under my own directive, to alter the hand that Fate had dealt me. The vampires would take back Nosgoth. I clench my clawed hands, and walk through the door into Nosgoth's rebirth.
When I open my eyes, I stop where I stand, seeing the tavern scene before me. Had that time trickster Mobius deceived me yet again? This was most certainly no Nosgothian locale, for the array of creatures present was greater even than what I found at the unnatural mutated lands of Dark Eden.
"Well, this is certainly an interesting turn of events."
[The tiny tag of terror: Kain]
whim the world will be healed... or damned. At my whim...
Once I embraced my powers, I realized that Vorador was correct--we are
gods, dark gods, and it is our duty to thin the herd. I take a step toward the card Ariel displayed in the center of the Pillars of Nosgoth, fully understanding the choice I had made. I close my eyes and breathe in deeply the air of the world, now my world to take. The time had come to mold Nosgoth under my own directive, to alter the hand that Fate had dealt me. The vampires would take back Nosgoth. I clench my clawed hands, and walk through the door into Nosgoth's rebirth.
When I open my eyes, I stop where I stand, seeing the tavern scene before me. Had that time trickster Mobius deceived me yet again? This was most certainly no Nosgothian locale, for the array of creatures present was greater even than what I found at the unnatural mutated lands of Dark Eden.
"Well, this is certainly an interesting turn of events."
[The tiny tag of terror: Kain]
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Aug. 8th, 2008 11:38 pmwheelsy_sheriff[oom-ish: Outside Bill makes friends. And enemies. He's talented like that.]
Now-
See, Bill.
See, Bill run.
Run, Bill, RUN!
Out back, soaking wet, with an armful of white petal wearing dough blobs and a mob of the other guys in pursuit.
Don't ask. Just HELP!
[ooc: It's late. I'll be on quite awhile but this'll also be open until it's gone off the front page. :D ]
Now-
See, Bill.
See, Bill run.
Run, Bill, RUN!
Out back, soaking wet, with an armful of white petal wearing dough blobs and a mob of the other guys in pursuit.
Don't ask. Just HELP!
[ooc: It's late. I'll be on quite awhile but this'll also be open until it's gone off the front page. :D ]
