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[river_meimei]

[OOM: River and Kaylee have a chat over chores.]

OOM: City of Fiends

[falconryu.livejournal.com]

[[ "It is said that there is a secret path leading to the Palace of Zarkhan underneath the Dworku Monastery..." ]]



[[ "A dark underground world, leading deeper and deeper. Does the path to Zarkhan truly exist?" ]]


[[ Call of the blood: a Fiend with a Soul ]]



[ Ryu Hayabusa ]

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[aeons_crackshot]

 OOM:   In the past:  Do I get frequent flyer miles for this?

( hospital )

Now that the jungle is finally thinned,  Annabelle has gone out to the shooting range that Gordon mentioned to her the other day.  It's a great relief to finally be out of doors and getting in some weapons practice.

At the moment she is practicing with throwing knives.  She doesn't plan on wasting bullets for her pistols that she might need when she goes to Gordon's world to aid the Resistance.

OOC:  I'll be here almost all day, and this post is open until it scrolls off the main page.     tinytag!:  Annabelle Newfield, Tanya Adams
 

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[alorn-bear.livejournal.com]

There's a pwing! of blue light, and Belar materializes. He plops down at his favorite table and puts up his usual sign:

ANSWERING PRAYERS
BACK IN 15 MINUTES

SECURITY MEMBER ON DUTY AFTER THAT

The counter starts decrementing immediately as he sits back and closes his eyes. Here for all your security-related needs, folks.

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[acts_of_gord]

Gordon doesn't sleep much these days. He doesn't talk about it much; what would be the point? After everything he's been injected with or dunked in or given to swallow, there isn't a sleep aid he trusts to do a damn thing other than make the night worse. Maybe if something could knock him out long enough to skip over the REM sleep he'd consider it. He's pretty sure the drug that can do that safely doesn't exist, though. No point chasing after false hopes.

Normally this wouldn't be an issue. He's been managing all right since getting in from Nova Prospekt, even with the monumental awkwardness of having to share a room with Alyx. Last night, though… that wasn't one of the good ones, and today is not shaping up to be one of the good days, either. Sometimes things get into your brain and won't let go, or come up at you from the bottom of your thoughts, where you'd thought you'd buried them, and then there's nothing to do about it but try to see them through.

Dealing with a bar full of people on a day when everything reminds him of what he's done and what he has to do but can't? Not something he can handle right now.

Anyone who might go looking for him will find a note at the Bar indicating that he's gone outside, either to the lake or the shooting range. It's just... it's simpler out there.



[tinytags: Gordon Freeman, Annabelle Newfield, Alyx Vance, Racer X]

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[bloody-awful.livejournal.com]

John, Bar, breakfast, tea, cigarettes, books, scratch paper --

hey, what now? That's right -- John is working on something. Who knew?

He has a pile of three or four books spread around, two of which are open before him. (The closed one on top of the pile has a large 777 on the cover.) He's flipping pages and scribbling on his pad, and occasionally throwing a pair of dice and cursing at the results, and striking out whatever he's written, and starting again.

And smoking. And drinking tea. And eating eggs. He's a multi-tasker, is our John.


[ooc: another all-day post, with allowances for work-related slowtime.]

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[averyhasagun.livejournal.com]

Paul's been in and out, as per usual.

He would be outside, but there's kind of a weird-fest going on out there.

So, there is a Paul Avery, over at the bar.

With an Aqua Velva.

Yes, for lunch.

Botherable.




[ tiny tag: paul avery, kate warner

ooc: open until it falls off the front page! mun prone to disappearing randomly. ]

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[jv-034.livejournal.com]

John's decided that it's now or never with regard to the tutor bit. So, he's at a table adjacent to the bar, holding a sign above it with telekinesis, right arm extended, and hand giving off a slight blue aura. It's a rather catching effect, the fluctuating blue and pale gold lights dancing along the edge of the sign, which reads:



[[Post open all week! Feel free to tag!]]

[Tiny TK Tag: Dr. John Vattic]

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[walking_napalm]

Liz is still straightening up, settling the gray tabby cat in her arms, when she looks up and realizes that the door she just stepped through wasn't the one she was aiming for.

"You know, you could be a little more consistent," she tells the ceiling, exasperated. Steve McQueen leans up her shoulder and peers at the bar with keen green eyes, his tail twitching with interest.

Liz sighs. "C'mon, Steve. Let's get you some dinner." The cat miaows.

Very shortly, the two of them have settled in at a table. Liz has a bag of trail mix and a battered copy of Catcher in the Rye, one that is waterstained and crumpled and falling apart at the seams; it's folded back at the binding so that she can read with one hand. The holster at her hip is empty; she wears black pants, heavy black boots, and a black long-sleeved shirt. Steve McQueen is chowing down on a small plate of wet cat food, probably happy to be away from the purring hordes that he usually shares meals with. The plate and the cat are on another chair, beside Liz; she knows Steve McQueen's exploring habits all too well. She isn't letting him out of her sight.

[tag: scorpius malfoy]

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[nottaprincess.livejournal.com]

Yuki Sohma is outside of the Bar proper for the first time in...well, since he found Milliways. Everything out back was taken up by jungle rather quickly after he arrived, and he was, in fact, just as baffled by finding the thick vines and trees shrinking away as he was by finding them there, in the first place.

Still, he's adjusted to the surprise, by the looks of things, and is now standing on the lake's shore, wearing a loose undershirt and a pair of pants. A button-up shirt has been tossed onto the grass nearby, abandoned, for the moment, as the rat-boy goes through a quick, fluid series of kicks and punches and blocks. Each motion is swift and natural, apparently all memorized from long repetition - though, actually, it's been a good while since he practiced.

It's been a good while since he had somewhere to practice where he didn't have to worry about angry cat attacks. So, maybe Milliways isn't that freaky, after all.

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[grumpyseer.livejournal.com]

Dominic Deegan is seated in one of the comfy chairs near the fireplace.

He's got an odd little smile on his face and a travel brochure clutched in his hand.

Botherable.

OOM: Interlude

[falconryu.livejournal.com]

[[ Ryu departed to seek out the real path to the Vigoor Emperor's palace. Left behind, a failed demon hunter faces her nemesis. ]]



[[ She fails again... ]]

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[scurlock]

Doc's sitting in a booth, feet kicked up on the bench seat across from him. Since most of his shirts have gone missing - he left them out to be cleaned in his room and they're not back yet - he's left sitting downstairs in a white muscle tanktop and a pair of dark pants.

There's a half empty bottle of Dr. Swett's Early American Root Beer sitting on the table, as well as a pair of scissors and a small sewing kit. A stack of his clothes is folded and sitting next to him on the bench seat and he's got a pair of his corduroy jeans inside out and sitting on the table, and he's currently working on sewing a patch on over a nice rip in the knee.

There's a difference between sewing up cuts and bullet holes compared to denim and cotton fabric, but the basic idea is close enough that he's not doing a half-bad job of the mending. He'll get to the holes in his coat next.


[ooc: Botherable, should be around awhile. EDIT: Back!]

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[callmemajor]

Lorne is always happy to fill in when Bar needs a break.

He slides over the counter and flips through the Big Book O' Drinks for a few minutes before scribbling a few specials on the board:



Passionate Kiss
Foreplay
Sex on the Pool Table
Afterglow (with or without vodka)



It's not so much a theme as a progression, he'd say.


tiny!tag: Evan Lorne, the Russian Astronaut, Cal Chandler

[ooc: Open until I run out of steam. At least until 7:30pm PST. Slowtimes/fades all around, please.]

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[thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com]

Xigbar is currently completely sober. You can tell by the look of indescribable agony on his face as he look out the Window and the unsteadiness of his stance and maybe even the fact that he's on the ground, in everyone else's gravity too.

He has a single shot of Atlantean in hand, and is waiting as long as he can before he needs it.

[Xigbar, Xaldin]

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[vance_prime]

Yesterday, someone offered Alyx a suggestion that she intends to put to good use.

She walks up to the Bar and drops a note on its surface.

( for Sergeant Wells )

She then returns to her table with the Lego robot and the half-assembled laptop computer.

[the incredible shrinking tag: Alyx Vance]

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[anchor-branded.livejournal.com]

Alright, so even with both Helen's and Jamie's warning when they arrived, Joris did try the door.

Thankfully, (for them, and him- even if he hardly think so!), it resolutely did NOT open. Joris is understandably less than pleased with this matter, in only the way a teenager can be.

Tonight, he can be found sitting at a table with a good view of both the front door and the stairs, with what is left of his dinner sitting in front of him. This trip to Milliways is far less enjoyable, given that there is something far, far worse than demon-controlled rats keeping him from going home.




[Apprentice tag: Joris, Catherine Bloom]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is stretched out on a sofa, reading.

He has hot chocolate and marshmallows, which can be shared.

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[falconryu.livejournal.com]

The door swings open and a Ryu enters. But this time, instead of his shinobi suit, he is dressed more casually, t-shirt and loose trousers, light shoes.

The young man blinks startled at the presence of Milliways and glances back for a moment, before letting the door close.

Well, if he takes a rest now, he can let Ayane rest later. Better use the chance, right?

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[thatinyourpipe.livejournal.com]

The faun god really should have known better. The jello shots were one thing, but he still misbehaved during the tending.

And now? Well, he's not getting much luck on his orders. Since he tried ordering Atlantean, and what he got instead? Was anything but. Same with ordering the local Pan Galatic Gargle Blaster.

"Oh come on! He needed to loosen up anyway, he wanted to! That shouldn't count, should it?" Pan was currently pleading, and debating on grovelling to the Bar tonight.

[tiny tag of bad boy gods: Pan]

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[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo is sitting on top of a table in the bar. He's pretty relaxed at the moment, t-shirt and jeans, with a bottle of soda sharing the table with him.

His concentration is currently on the yo-yo he's practicing with. He's no expert, intermediate at best. But he can do a trick or two, and his lack of true skill certainly doesn't show when it's just going up and down.

Pretty mesmerizing, too.


[OOC note: It's getting a little late for me here, so ping before you tag! So's we can discuss slowtime options if necessary.]