Delivery for Ryu Hayabusa

[ostro_goth]

Left with the bar for Ryu Hayabusa -- a large leather pouch, filled with five dozen identical shuriken.-

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[taishar_malkier]

[OOM: On the trail.]

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[six-ofone.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Download.]

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[thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com]

Space is unusual in Milliways.

This almost does without saying.

It also doesn't usually warp and bend and twist like an Escher painting gone mad, with insubstantial blackness dripping up, and something white and not right just barely visible.

The warping space folds itself into something small, black-coated and roughly humanoid.

He's still 'bleeding' something, but it certainly isn't blood. In fact, if you're perceptive enough in the right ways, what he's bleeding is rather a lot like what's going on outside the Window.

[xigbar]

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[i-brained-clor.livejournal.com]

Hercules sits at the bar, eating a ridiculously huge breakfast.

It's probably three balanced breakfasts. Silly Herc.

[tiny tag: Hercules]

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[gone_byebye]

The Nevada trip is interesting right now. In that whole Chinese curse kind of way. Ray's sort of waiting for Garion to set off the local tectonic plates or something- or, more likely, Ce'Nedra to do the same thing.

Milliways is safer just at the moment.

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[acts_of_gord]

Last night was interesting, in an awkward and horribly socially inept kind of way. Gordon can think of far, far worse possible outcomes than what actually happened.

Still, there's something that came up last night that bothered him, so when he comes downstairs this morning with the pulse rifle across his back and the pistol balancing out the crowbar, he stops at the Bar first. "Is there anything in the storage area that comes from Cadbury?" he asks. "Nothing fancy, just good solid milk or dark chocolate?"

After some consideration time on Bar's part, a bar of Cadbury Dairy Milk appears.

"Thank you. Could you put that on my tab and give it to Alyx Vance for me if I don't see her first?"



[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Chell, Dinah Lance, Alyx Vance]

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[arrow_green]

There is an archer out back. And no, it's not Kate or Will. This man, dressed in regular street cloths instead of his green leather costume, randomly shoots the arrows at the target of choice. In all honesty Oliver isn't really half trying being mostly lost in thought than practice. However that doesn't seem to stop the fact that every arrow he lets fly is in or close to the bull's eye.

Totally botherable.

[ooc: Mun is home sick from work..expect sporadic tagging]

[tinytag: Oliver Queen]

This isn't the bathroom...

[outofthebiz.livejournal.com]

A few seconds ago, everything was so normal...

Anya pauses at the door, confused. She slowly pokes her head in, scanning the bizarre room in front of her that is most definitely not the bathroom. Suddenly she feels a strong tug and stumbles over the threshold. The door smacks shut behind her, the click of the lock surprisingly deafening in the already noisy... bar?

Well, Anya knows bars. She and bars are good friends. She walks slowly, almost cautiously to the Bar and sits down on one of the stools, tugging her robe in close around her. No one is immediately apparent, but something about this place seems special.

"Uhm... a mimosa please?"

Just to her left in a snazzy crystal glass appears a deliciously well balanced mimosa on a clean napkin. She smiles, claps her hands like a five year old and takes a sip. Her nerves somewhat calmed, she scans the room for something, anything friendly.

Happy Hour

[thatinyourpipe.livejournal.com]

Pan was still annoyed about the unnatural and unreal in areas jungle out back. That was a lot worse than the dough blobs, since the petal ones were rather cute. He stopped over to the bar, only to receive a napkin note.

"Really? Are you sure, my dear?" She was, but there was a warning that he had to behave or else.

"Oh don't worry, you just rest, lovely." He patted the surface with a grin, and nimbly leapt over to the other side, hooves flying. He was a spry faun after all, and the goatskin skirt briefly flared up before decorum reigned again.

He skipped to the board, and quickly jotted down some specials.

Specials today:

Goat Herder

Goat's Milk (that was whipped up in an impressive punch bowl with dancing fauns on it)

Mountain Sex

He then found some jello shots in a fridge behind the bar. (Courtesy of Rapunzel) He grinned more.

Then he added to the special.

Do a jello body shot, and your drinks are free!

"Welcome, welcome, welcome. What's your pleasure?"

ooc: some slow at times for shower and maybe quick food runs, otherwise open all day. as with all tending threads, threadhopping is encouraged. have fun!

[tiny tag: Pan, Demeter, Diego, Lorne, Carlotta, Billy Kaplan]
ETA: No more new tags please! Will tag back slows. Thank you all! He'll be in again!

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[son-forgotten.livejournal.com]

There's a man in a bar, shrouded by his cloak. He is sipping a glass of water with his left hand. There's a lemon slice in it. Benedict is bent over thinking.


It's not at all evident he's missing an arm.

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[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Xigbar and Xaldin challenge Axel and Demyx for the title of most fucked up set of Nobodies in Milliways.]

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[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

Laini is one of those people that work better with distractions, and since her other option of turning the music up in her room as loud as it would go would be rather rude to her neighbors- She will go with her first option of working down in the bar.

Thus, the immediate airspace above one table is full of holographic displays, each 'screen' in a different language and groups organized by text color. In a vague way it makes sense-

Hopefully to the one working on it, particularly.

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[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

After this Xaldin comes into the bar. He's moving stiffly - like his body aches - but there is no discernible pain on his face. He leaves a note for Axel with the Bar.

( VIII )

Then he heads outside where the air is less uncomfortable.

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[ami_imperfect]

Dani's been in and out of Milliways lately, spending some time in Amity Park with her "cousin" and his friends. Why just recently she spent a day of "girl bonding" with Sam and Jazz.

And okay, she helped kick a few ghost butts while she was in town too.

Right now Dani's sitting in the bar, finishing up her dinner. She has no concrete plans for the evening, other than possibly going out for some zipboard practice later.

In other words, she's botherable.

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[aeons_crackshot]

It's been over a week since Annabelle got in any weapons practice.  It's been more than a  week of being in the same, albeit interesting, place.  It's been a little over a week since her violent death.  The effect of all of this is a twitchy Inspired in the bar.  

At the moment she's sitting and idly twirling a throwing knife between her fingers.  Someone doesn't handle physical inactivity well. 

 



(tinytag! Annabelle Newfield)

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[will_scarlett]

The wedding was a lot of fun and Will snagged a left over piece of cake while Guppy was talking to someone else.

For now he's stretched out on a couch eating it and watching the Bar and wondering what it will take to clear the outside.

Upstairs

[seaweedbrain.livejournal.com]

{Up in my room, I go over some stuff.}

[tiny tag: percy jackson]

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[bloody-awful.livejournal.com]

[OOM: After a lovely birthday dinner crashes and burns like the Hindenburg, John and Ianto manage to salvage something valuable. 

Good sex helps, but deciding to behave like adults helps even more.  Funny how that works.]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy, now one successfully married man, is looking very cheerful. He's not yet on the honeymoon though; the disadvantage of bringing a wedding forward a month is that it makes it hard to get holidays moved, so they'll be setting off on the 30th.

He's sent a quick thankyou note to everyone who sent him a wedding present, and is now settled near the infirmary.

Walk-in clinic
The doctor is in

A plate of leftover cakes and biscuits from yesterday is there for sharing.

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[gonna_live]

[OOM: And maybe all you mean is leave me alone
At least that's what you said]

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[stilljustandrew]

*Geekboy Watcher Dungeon Master Andrew in the bar.*

*He's left a note with Security as of last night, and is currently sitting at a table and peoplewatching with some unease.*

*Also with a glass of milk and a stack of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies.*

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[re_mybrains]

[OOM: Still in New York, Tom's saviors take him to the local safehouse.

Or . . . safe-museum. Thing.]

[ooc: With a thousand thanks to metaphor, madbonnycaptain, and camwyn for their help. :D]

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[howling_laugh]

Coyote leans up against the bar. It's quite warm in Sedona, even on a clear night like tonight. She's wearing a skirt that comes inches within violating a bar rule and high-heeled sandals.

She's smoking, and smiling.

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[cutting_edgex23]

X slips downstairs after her shift in the nightclub, laptop in hand.

It's possible she is working on reports. It's equally possible that she is working on something like homework. The Institute is still a school, after all. Sometimes there are assignments.

And X has never been very good at analyzing literature. At least she's begun picking up on metaphors? A little?

[ooc: open until it falls off the page, or she gets a new EP, whichever comes first.]

[tag that time forgot: Billy Kaplan]