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[3nanashi]

Trowa, when he enters, doesn't scan the room (visibly), nor look surprised. Just goes to the bar for tea, and then to a table.

He'll be sitting here for a while.

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[blackholesandrevelations]

[OOM: time, time, time / make time, give time, take time out / win time, cost time, the time of your life / spend time, sell time, the good times and the bad / kill time, zero time, all the time in the world / time watch, time travel, time to begin / time table, time square, can i fit you in? / time frame, time to go, time that you grew up / but tell me...how do you feel?

John Crichton, astronaut, stumbled in through the door, managing to catch himself on the edge of a table. He barely registers Milliways before he's whirling around to go back out the door...

...instead he hit a wall. "Shit! Frelling don't do this to me!"

Ah yes, the dulcet tones of Mr. Crichton's cursing! How the Bar must have missed that.

He placed a palm against the wood, sighing. She was out there, Aeryn was out there, and he was dead and all of this stuff was happening without him and he didn't have time for this.

(He has all the time in the world, here).

John leaned against the wall and sighed. Damn.

[OPEN FOREVER OMG, TAAAG MEEEE. OPEN TIL THE 28TH. YES. THAT LONG]

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

The jungle, and it's associated weirdness, is just about gone now. This means one thing:

Football.

Ace is out back, playing with her football, practicing footwork. It's a good excuse to burn off a lot of energy.

(ooc: I have to drive back to school, so I'll be back in two hours or so. *flees* Am back!)

I'm feeling a little depressed.

[seaweedbrain.livejournal.com]

It's not really my thing, but looking at my wristwatch and realizing that I've missed my birthday isn't the kind of thing that'll make your day.

I've already gone out and taken care of the horses. Some of them tried to cheer me up, thankfully, and it helped a little, but right now even the blue sprinkles on my ice cream sundae aren't making me smile. Maybe cause it's not from my mom, I don't know.

As it is, I'm going to try and go out to the lake and see if any of the fish need anything. Maybe if I work on stuff, I won't have to think about mom or Grover or Annabeth or anything too much. For now, though, I'm gonna finish my sundae.

[tiny tag: percy jackson]

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[likesthecoat]

Ianto sits at the bar in clothes that are not his.

There's a story: you see, he had to get his suit cleaned (another story) and so sent it out. What he got back was not his suit. It was, instead, a pair of fairy wings made of nylon netting and sequins, a keyboard tie, and two shoes: one tall blue leather boot (women's size 4) and an Ugg slipper (men's size 9.)

So Ianto had to make other arrangements, and he has no idea what happened to his suit.

However, there is coffee.

That makes it all better.

(no subject)

[real_spy]

Harriet's dressed in her spy gear today: an ancient pair of blue jeans; a belt equipped with a flashlight, a pouch for her notebook, a case for extra pens, a water canteen and a boy scout knife; a dark blue hooded sweatshirt; an old pair of blue sneakers with holes over the little toes; and a pair of black-rimmed glasses with no lenses.

The 11-year old spy makes her way up to the counter and says, "I'd like a chocolate egg cream, please."

tiny!tag: Harriet the Spy

[ooc: Open until it scrolls off...

Slowtimes all around :).]

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[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

[oom: In which General Solo takes Lieutenant Yazycova to see the Falcon, and they act like the entirely professional pilots that they are.

Millitimed to mid-July, bar's time.]


[tinytag: The Russian Astronaut]

(no subject)

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

Captain in the Bar. Drinking coffee, read reports, but looking relaxed. He's calm and collected, looking for friends to chat with.

[ooc: open till it slides off the page, though slowtime will likely be in play, too.]

(no subject)

[simon_doctor]

Simon Tam is sitting at a table, frowning down at a plate of steamed dumplings. No, the dumplings haven't done anything wrong; he's just preoccupied.

(Significantly more so than he was when he went into the infirmary about an hour ago, if anyone's been watching him.)

Botherable.



[12:45am EST: And must go to sleep. Slowtime, please?]

(no subject)

[blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com]

There is nothing much to hail Bart's appearance; just a quick brush of displaced air, and the door closing and opening fast, and a rather unremarkable-looking teenager clad in a gray sweatshirt and faded jeans sitting at a unnoticeable booth. The only particularly interesting thing about this picture, right now, is that he's holding a 2004 Olympics hat and trying to figure out who would send it to him.


{Mun is just back from vacation, so slowtimes/sporadic tagging may or may not apply!}

Tinytags: Jenny, Billy Kaplan

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[piperaceae.livejournal.com]

There's something to be said about expecting nothing out of the routine and finding yourself bartending instead. However, this is far from a bad thing, or at least, so indicates the expression on Pepper's face as she takes up shop behind the bar. (The napkin was so nicely worded; She couldn't say no.)

And so:

Specials
Midnight Flight to Malibu
Flying Squadron
Blonde Bombshell
Non-alcoholic Half-Off

This accomplished, she settles in behind the bar.


tiny tag: virginia "pepper" potts, cal chandler, xaldin

(no subject)

[isaysimplewords]

Cal's starting to get a feel for when it's time to come downstairs and escape his own company for a while. Right now, it's time.

He gets his usual cup of coffee, accompanied by an unrequested and gently chiding plate of toast, and just sits right at the bar. He's drawn and a little pale. He hasn't been sleeping well. Mourning your own death plays havoc with the sleep cycle.

He sips his coffee and looks around, seeking a distraction.



[tiny tag: john vattic]

[OOC: Taggable till it falls off the front page!]

(no subject)

[not_lugosi]

Bela sits on a barstool, her back against the bar. She's watching the crowd. It's a site more entertaining than researching necromancy, but she'll go back to the books stacked before her sometime soon.

It's a promising topic, at least. It might help her out a great deal.

(no subject)

[mr_gaeta]

Groundbreaking's in ten days.

The stack of authorization papers on the president's desk (most of which should have, ideally, been signed a week ago) keeps growing.

By the fireplace, Gaeta's slowly rubbing his temples with his eyes closed, a half-eaten bowl of soup in front of him and his winter clothes -- hat, gloves, and scarf -- mounded up on the opposite side of his table.

Ten minutes. That's all he needs. Ten more minutes, and then he'll head back to work.



[OOC: alas, the mun is only here for about an hour and a half. However! If you don't mind threads that'll put the "slow" in "slowtime" this week, feel free to tag away. :D and I'm off! Post is still open for slowtimes; I will tag back as often as I can this week.]

(no subject)

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

Yesterday was...

...well there really isn't a word for what it was, and Han's a little too drunk to care about thinking one up, either. He's down at the end of the bar with a bottle of something that smells like paint thinner and probably tastes like it too, and a somewhat pissed off look on his face.

At least he's still able to pour the alcohol into the glass and hasn't resorted to drinking straight from the bottle. Yet. He'll get there sooner or later if he has any say in it.


[tags: Ben Wade, Demeter, The Russian Astronaut]

(no subject)

[battin1000.livejournal.com]

Scout managed to wear a hole in his left shoe. You'd expect it to be a fairly often occurrence, with all the running and pacing and shuffling his feet he does, but they're designed to handle the strain he puts on them on a daily basis, so when one wears out it's -dare I say it?- kind of a big deal.

He's got some duct tape from the bar and is trying to patch up the hole without affecting the amount of traction he gets while running. It's not going well. He's got the hole taped shut from one side, but seems to have somehow taped his hands together.

If you can spare the time, he'd like some help. Or some company, at the very least.

[tag: RED Scout, Billy Kaplan, Alyx Vance, Xaldin]

(no subject)

[shufti]

Shufti has spent Leah's naptime doing Security paperwork. With the baby now awake she has come into the main bar, since the office isn't really the place to entertain her.

They're now near the trilobite tank, with the addition of Jack.

[tinytag: Jack and Leah Manackle-Johnson.]

(no subject)

[nolongerhunted]

She's not thought about tending bar. Not once. Though her mind does go to what Mike told her. That someone couldn't guest tend bar if they hadn't seen Cocktail. So this would be the dead blond, curled up in a chair with a small DVD player in her lap. What she's watching exactly... That's right... Cocktail. Actually, she's so into the movie that her tea and her fries are being... well, not eaten.

Someone should remedy that. Really they should. After all, she needs to remember to eat. Dead or not.

(no subject)

[bluespells.livejournal.com]

After considering advice from a whole host of people, Billy's decided to put up a sign. He asks the bar nicely for paper and markers, and writes in his best handwriting. When he's satisfied that it's as neat as it's going to get, he posts it on a nearby wall and hopes it's noticable:



He sits down with a copy of the Daily Bugle at a nearby table to wait, and hope for results. Those familiar with Earth-616 might see the beginnings of something disturbing in the newspaper...