Sep. 3rd, 2008
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Sep. 3rd, 2008 12:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ikissdhimbckTonight Katherine is sitting at the Bar, smiling down at a brown leather journal. It's open to a page near the back, which had been marked by a single Poloroid picture. She hugs the softbound book with a sigh, looking about the bar.
She's met so many interesting folk in the short time she's been here, and she's still eager to meet many more. Thinking on this, she turns to Bar.
"Miss Bar? I'm curious about something called a... 'Superhero'?"
A stack of comic books pop up.
Wide-eyed, Katherine flips through the colorful pages of one entitled 'The Uncanny X-Men'.
"Bar, I--"
Up pops a model airplane, and Katherine peers over the comic at it. Soon after there's another.
Followed by another.
Katherine is a bit overwhelmed when a rocket appears, letting out a little yelp of surprise as it suddenly lights and goes airborne.
Um... anyone looking for Katherine? She'll be under the Bar. Hiding.
This is the last time she asks a sentient bar with a twisted sense of humor for anything.
[tiny!tag: Miss Katherine Barlow, Mike Harmon, Ben Wade, The Russian Astronaut]
OOC: Oh my god, come save my pup. ...Or add to her torment. Whichever. *cringes at the thought of more future pups messing with her head* *also? Grins in equal measure* EDIT:Heading to bed, so slowtimes are in effect! BACK IN THE LAND OF CONSCIOUSNESS, OHYES! Also, still open for new tags, so tag in for the insanity and I will tag back ASAP! THANKS EVERYBODY! XD
She's met so many interesting folk in the short time she's been here, and she's still eager to meet many more. Thinking on this, she turns to Bar.
"Miss Bar? I'm curious about something called a... 'Superhero'?"
A stack of comic books pop up.
Wide-eyed, Katherine flips through the colorful pages of one entitled 'The Uncanny X-Men'.
"Bar, I--"
Up pops a model airplane, and Katherine peers over the comic at it. Soon after there's another.
Followed by another.
Katherine is a bit overwhelmed when a rocket appears, letting out a little yelp of surprise as it suddenly lights and goes airborne.
Um... anyone looking for Katherine? She'll be under the Bar. Hiding.
This is the last time she asks a sentient bar with a twisted sense of humor for anything.
[tiny!tag: Miss Katherine Barlow, Mike Harmon, Ben Wade, The Russian Astronaut]
OOC: Oh my god, come save my pup. ...Or add to her torment. Whichever. *cringes at the thought of more future pups messing with her head* *also? Grins in equal measure* EDIT:
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Sep. 3rd, 2008 06:30 ammagic_ferretIt was just a single step, but who really counts when you walk in the middle of a journey?
Yunno is down at a table with his regular sign up-
- and a staff, steel, wrapped in grip tape and crystal, leaning against the table while he types at a computer with a physical keyboard and a holographic display.
He obviously wouldn't have a sign up if he didn't want people to come over, so totally botherable.
Tiny Tag: Yunno Scrya
OOC: Open 'til it falls off the front. Slows because of work likely.
Yunno is down at a table with his regular sign up-
Translations
Reasonable Rates
English, Japanese, Ancient Belkan, Mid-Childan
Others with sufficiently large samples
Will also trade for combat instruction.
Staff or unarmed preferred.
Reasonable Rates
English, Japanese, Ancient Belkan, Mid-Childan
Others with sufficiently large samples
Will also trade for combat instruction.
Staff or unarmed preferred.
- and a staff, steel, wrapped in grip tape and crystal, leaning against the table while he types at a computer with a physical keyboard and a holographic display.
He obviously wouldn't have a sign up if he didn't want people to come over, so totally botherable.
Tiny Tag: Yunno Scrya
OOC: Open 'til it falls off the front. Slows because of work likely.
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Sep. 3rd, 2008 09:33 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
prob-japanese.livejournal.comBumblebee has a habit of riffling through the human data networks on a regular basis when he's not in the Bar. Being a cybernetic organism with an entirely computer-based brain, 'regularly' is on a much more frequent basis than a human might consider reasonable; thus, this morning Bumblebee got a piece of news long before anybody else on the base did. He might have been the only person on the base who much cared, but when you've been learning as much as you can about how humans think by perusing their entertainment and comparing it to what you've got in the way of observed and verified fact, the death of the MOVIE TRAILER VOICE MAN can affect you whether you meant it to or not.
The little yellow mech's in the bar now because speaking to the Autobase personnel entirely in movie trailer samples weirded people out really quickly. Hopefully he won't do that here, too.
The little yellow mech's in the bar now because speaking to the Autobase personnel entirely in movie trailer samples weirded people out really quickly. Hopefully he won't do that here, too.
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Sep. 3rd, 2008 09:38 amkillitwithfireAxel's back in the Organisation uniform today. There are good reasons for this, even if they aren't the sort of thing you really talk about unless asked. He takes a quick trip to the bar for some tea and food (both very spicy), and settles at a table near the fireplace.
His gaze runs over the bar - his position conveniently lets him see most of it - taking in the patrons, and what they're doing, or perhaps looking for a few people in particular, before he pulls two books out of his pocket. One is blank. The other is full of hand-written notes, and information - Yrael's research for Axel's heart. He's going to make a copy.
His gaze runs over the bar - his position conveniently lets him see most of it - taking in the patrons, and what they're doing, or perhaps looking for a few people in particular, before he pulls two books out of his pocket. One is blank. The other is full of hand-written notes, and information - Yrael's research for Axel's heart. He's going to make a copy.
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Sep. 3rd, 2008 09:55 amacts_of_gordGordon's not in the Bar for long this morning. Just long enough to test the door, get a thermos full of coffee and something to eat (this results in Twinkies), test the door again, and head out back towards the firing range. No guns today, though- not yet, anyway. Today he's working with the knives Annabelle Newfield loaned him, and throwing them at a target about five yards away. The results are... well, they're not horrible, but... it's a good thing he's practicing, that's all.
Try not to get within bounce range if you approach the physicist this morning. It could get ugly.
[tinytags: Gordon Freeman, Xigbar]
Try not to get within bounce range if you approach the physicist this morning. It could get ugly.
[tinytags: Gordon Freeman, Xigbar]
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Sep. 3rd, 2008 10:16 ambloody-awful.livejournal.comA bloke walks into a bar.... and 'ello 'ello, what's all this then?
Someone cleans up rather well. Nice and sharp, in fact.
It's not just the new suit and haircut, the crisp shirt and the clean shave (though let's face it, dear gods do they help).
He looks different. Not younger exactly, though there might be that impression, and not more handsome in the classical sense. A bit more polished, or perhaps a better word would be "honed".
He looks just like John, only just that bit... more so.
Thank God he still has the trenchcoat or Narration might start to worry. He settles down with his pint and his smoke, and all's well with the world. Just another bloke, our Johnny.
[ooc: John's been through a bit of canon, can you tell? Heh.
Oh, and this is open until it falls off the pageand is eaten by dragons]
Someone cleans up rather well. Nice and sharp, in fact.
It's not just the new suit and haircut, the crisp shirt and the clean shave (though let's face it, dear gods do they help).
He looks different. Not younger exactly, though there might be that impression, and not more handsome in the classical sense. A bit more polished, or perhaps a better word would be "honed".
He looks just like John, only just that bit... more so.
Thank God he still has the trenchcoat or Narration might start to worry. He settles down with his pint and his smoke, and all's well with the world. Just another bloke, our Johnny.
[ooc: John's been through a bit of canon, can you tell? Heh.
Oh, and this is open until it falls off the page
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Sep. 3rd, 2008 10:39 amcaptainryan.livejournal.com[OOM: In honour of the dead.
Totally millitimed to 2 Sept. It would have been posted then, but RL's a bitch.]
Totally millitimed to 2 Sept. It would have been posted then, but RL's a bitch.]
vance_primehmmmmm - TCHOOM - splsh.
Twenty-four days. She and Gordon have been here twenty-four days, and the door's still not working.
hmmmmm - TCHOOM - splsh.
Alyx has been trying not to dwell on that, or on what might be happening on the other side. Really, she has.
hmmmmm - TCHOOM - splsh.
But every once in a while, it smacks her in the face, and she has to consciously force herself not to think about it.
hmmmmm - TCHOOM - splsh.
Which is why she's 'borrowed' the Gravity Gun back from Gordon and is currently seeing how far she can punt rocks across the lake.
hmmmmm - TCHOOM - splsh.
She's botherable, but watch your head.
[tag of minuscule proportions: Alyx Vance, Annabelle Newfield]
Twenty-four days. She and Gordon have been here twenty-four days, and the door's still not working.
hmmmmm - TCHOOM - splsh.
Alyx has been trying not to dwell on that, or on what might be happening on the other side. Really, she has.
hmmmmm - TCHOOM - splsh.
But every once in a while, it smacks her in the face, and she has to consciously force herself not to think about it.
hmmmmm - TCHOOM - splsh.
Which is why she's 'borrowed' the Gravity Gun back from Gordon and is currently seeing how far she can punt rocks across the lake.
hmmmmm - TCHOOM - splsh.
She's botherable, but watch your head.
[tag of minuscule proportions: Alyx Vance, Annabelle Newfield]
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Sep. 3rd, 2008 11:55 am52-dropoff.livejournal.comCharlie sits cross legged under an oak tree. He's wearing the mask, but if you could see his face, you'd see a man deep in concentration. Soon, maybe in weeks and maybe even in days, there will be a need for violence. Probably even for killing. The best way to be ready, he feels, is to achieve inner peace and inner calm well in advance of the battle. He hopes this way he will not revert to his old ways of being a man who reveled in fighting and raging. He hopes he will remember that he shouldn't like killing.
He knows this will be an uphill battle. Which is why he must start this fight before the other.
Which isn't to say that you can't say hi if you wish. He's good enough that he can drop out and back into a meditative state with ease.
He knows this will be an uphill battle. Which is why he must start this fight before the other.
Which isn't to say that you can't say hi if you wish. He's good enough that he can drop out and back into a meditative state with ease.
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Sep. 3rd, 2008 01:40 pmbythatmuch.livejournal.com[ooc: Slowtime warning in effect! Will be back for tags later tonight.]
If you've ever worked with Max, you'd know that he is absolutely brilliant. He can speak seven languages (English not included) fluently and he can translate a handful of others. He knows everything there is to know about politics and foreign affairs, kicks ass at trivia, and will totally own you at [insert board game here].
If you've ever worked with Max, you'd also know that his brain is too full of information to leave any room for common sense.
This is why he's currently stuck up in the rafters.
He's seen people up here before, so he figured it couldnt hurt to go exploring...
... but now that he's up there, he doesn't want to get down.
"Crap."
[this tiny tag has a fear of heights; Maxwell Smart]
If you've ever worked with Max, you'd know that he is absolutely brilliant. He can speak seven languages (English not included) fluently and he can translate a handful of others. He knows everything there is to know about politics and foreign affairs, kicks ass at trivia, and will totally own you at [insert board game here].
If you've ever worked with Max, you'd also know that his brain is too full of information to leave any room for common sense.
This is why he's currently stuck up in the rafters.
He's seen people up here before, so he figured it couldnt hurt to go exploring...
... but now that he's up there, he doesn't want to get down.
"Crap."
[this tiny tag has a fear of heights; Maxwell Smart]
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Sep. 3rd, 2008 02:17 pma-better-throw.livejournal.comAs I am to be the leader of a world soon, I decide that my wealth will be quite enough to cover purchasing a chair from the bar to suit my unique size and weight. In addition, a conversation with a certain Devil has led me to seeking a text called the Art of War as well. I receive both it and my chair, and I sit near the fire, reading about the strategies of this mortal. They are quite interesting, that is certain.
Life Support
Sep. 3rd, 2008 02:25 pmwill_scarlettAfter Rachel leaving and Doc not coming back, Will has gone all out with Life Support.
Life Support. All Welcome.
There's every kind of sweet pastry he can think of from his time and lots of chocolate.
Along with tea, there's a thing of chocolate milkshakes as Will sits in the circle of chairs and flips through a book about colleges from Kate.
(OOC: Mun isn't feeling too hot and also might disappear for errands, but this is open until it falls off the page. Please threadhop, talk to someone you never have before and enjoy.)
There's every kind of sweet pastry he can think of from his time and lots of chocolate.
Along with tea, there's a thing of chocolate milkshakes as Will sits in the circle of chairs and flips through a book about colleges from Kate.
(OOC: Mun isn't feeling too hot and also might disappear for errands, but this is open until it falls off the page. Please threadhop, talk to someone you never have before and enjoy.)
First Entry
Sep. 3rd, 2008 02:32 pmexcidiumequitis.livejournal.comCaptain Jane Roland is having a challenging day. First, of course, there was the battle at Trafalgar, but the french had been expected and they failed to disappoint.
Secondly there was the shortage of her supplies; but as a member of the Aerial Corps, one learns that supplies can disappear almost as quickly as they appear.
But the third challenge is simply beyond her words and so we find her standing in the middle of the entryway to Milliways staring at the observation window.
"Oh Dear..." is all she has managed thus far. Perhaps a kind soul would be of assistance?
Secondly there was the shortage of her supplies; but as a member of the Aerial Corps, one learns that supplies can disappear almost as quickly as they appear.
But the third challenge is simply beyond her words and so we find her standing in the middle of the entryway to Milliways staring at the observation window.
"Oh Dear..." is all she has managed thus far. Perhaps a kind soul would be of assistance?
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Sep. 3rd, 2008 03:34 pmff-ambassador.livejournal.com[OOM: Inara gives Mal his birthday presents. They aren't a huge blowout party, but they still manage to provoke an interesting conversation.]
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Sep. 3rd, 2008 05:15 pmincognitoracer.livejournal.comLadies and Gentlemen!
One! international racing superstar turned secret agent in the bar!
....Sitting casually at a table wearing head-to-toe black, that familiar white X, with a small device projecting a tiny video screen.
It's either a cartoon, a live action cartoon, or some sort of frightening NASCAR.
He's re-watching Speed's Race.
Been doing that for a few minutes now and he could use a distraction.
[Ladies and Jellyspoons! Mun and puppet are here til it goes off the page! please to be accepting slowtime if we suddenly vanish?]
One! international racing superstar turned secret agent in the bar!
....Sitting casually at a table wearing head-to-toe black, that familiar white X, with a small device projecting a tiny video screen.
It's either a cartoon, a live action cartoon, or some sort of frightening NASCAR.
He's re-watching Speed's Race.
Been doing that for a few minutes now and he could use a distraction.
[Ladies and Jellyspoons! Mun and puppet are here til it goes off the page! please to be accepting slowtime if we suddenly vanish?]
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Sep. 3rd, 2008 05:21 pmsliceitwithwind.livejournal.comXaldin is more-or-less present. In the way that it's nearly the fifth, and it has been a hard month, and his eyes are closed as he lets the air move him instead of moving the air himself.
Happy Hour!
Sep. 3rd, 2008 06:54 pmsong-of-stars.livejournal.comA muse in her usual black and silver draperies and bare feet walks through the observation window and over to the bar. She wrinkles her nose when she sees there's no 'tender and walks around behind the polished wooden surface. The trail of tiny planets and stars that followed her in dance around for a moment and then spread themselves out along the counter, as if waiting for instructions.
"I guess we could. I don't mind."
She thinks for a moment and then writes on the chalkboard.
Happy Hour
Star Burst
Stardust
Starseeker
Cosmos
She stands and waits for the patrons, playing quietly with a scrying crystal.
"I guess we could. I don't mind."
She thinks for a moment and then writes on the chalkboard.
Star Burst
Stardust
Starseeker
Cosmos
She stands and waits for the patrons, playing quietly with a scrying crystal.
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Sep. 3rd, 2008 08:44 pmone-talent.livejournal.comHe is sitting at the bar with an empty plate and mug pushed off to the side.
He is sitting at the bar with an opened envelope and a handwritten letter right in front of him.
He is sitting at the bar with a few sheets of clean, lined paper and a pen.
He is--
--getting so bored with being R. L. Dusenberry.
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Sep. 3rd, 2008 09:33 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy wanders in, freshly back from his honeymoon. It's been a good holiday, though he knew that Frogspawn was worrying about her sister, and that makes things a little harder.
He flips open a copy of the Holby Gazette as he sits down, frowning at the usual displays of mild disaster he missed over the week. Looks like a pile-up on a small bridge that then decided to collapse into a river.
Looking at the pictures, he remembers why he used to work in Accident and Emergency, and feels an odd twinge of guilt from being absent from a scene he wouldn't have been working on anyway. But he also remembers why he no longer works in Accident and Emergency.
He sips his tea, stares vaguely at the newspaper, and allows his mind to contemplate how to reduce the twenty four different medications one of his patients has been put on to a number that will at least fit in a pill box.
He flips open a copy of the Holby Gazette as he sits down, frowning at the usual displays of mild disaster he missed over the week. Looks like a pile-up on a small bridge that then decided to collapse into a river.
Looking at the pictures, he remembers why he used to work in Accident and Emergency, and feels an odd twinge of guilt from being absent from a scene he wouldn't have been working on anyway. But he also remembers why he no longer works in Accident and Emergency.
He sips his tea, stares vaguely at the newspaper, and allows his mind to contemplate how to reduce the twenty four different medications one of his patients has been put on to a number that will at least fit in a pill box.
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Sep. 3rd, 2008 09:45 pmohjohnringono.livejournal.comMike had explored the inside of Milliways yesterday. At least as well as he could. It didn't seem to have any definable logic to the layout, and even after several hours of wandering, he'd only crossed his trail a few times. It was... disconcerting.
And so, in the spirit of balance, he had decided today was a good day to go outside. His exploration had inevitably lead him down to the lakeside, and the lake had reminded him that it had been far too long since he'd had a swim. And so now, here he was, alternating between a nice bracing swim in the lake, and relaxing on the shore. Because if there was no way for him to leave, he might as well make the best of the situation.
Mike Harmon
And so, in the spirit of balance, he had decided today was a good day to go outside. His exploration had inevitably lead him down to the lakeside, and the lake had reminded him that it had been far too long since he'd had a swim. And so now, here he was, alternating between a nice bracing swim in the lake, and relaxing on the shore. Because if there was no way for him to leave, he might as well make the best of the situation.
Mike Harmon
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Sep. 3rd, 2008 10:00 pmsoulkeepersong.livejournal.comI soared above the lake, then closed my wings.
SPLASH!
Watch out for the waves.
[Xaldin, Alyx Vance]
[OOC: Mun is for bed now, but tag until it falls off the page.]
SPLASH!
Watch out for the waves.
[Xaldin, Alyx Vance]
[OOC: Mun is for bed now, but tag until it falls off the page.]
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Sep. 3rd, 2008 10:17 pmwaylostandfound.livejournal.comNathan had been with Matt in Philadelphia, and after a somewhat strained family reunion, and then nearly killing each other in nightmares, he needed a break. So the door opening to Milliways was a reassurance. He strode across the room, and glanced out the window. He was going to head over to the bar a few minutes later, but just needed a moment. He brought up his uninjured hand to the glass, and leaned against it. The other that was bandaged remained at his side.
He was yet to learn of the latest news from old friends in the bar.
He was yet to learn of the latest news from old friends in the bar.
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Sep. 3rd, 2008 10:35 pma-day-of-sky.livejournal.comA package is left at the bar.
( For: Doc Scurlock )
The gift giver is in and out.
She doesn't stay downstairs any longer than she has to.
tiny tag: ella harkins
( For: Doc Scurlock )
The gift giver is in and out.
She doesn't stay downstairs any longer than she has to.
tiny tag: ella harkins
