*ahem*

[dontlooklisten.livejournal.com]

And now, a sequence of OOMs long overdue...

In the beginning, there was a bank job. It led, as it happened, to a visit from some very serious people. So serious, in fact, that their presence led to long-secret information being disclosed.

As Martin Bishop goes off to gather information on their possible target- a scientist named Gunter Janek- holing up at Mother's place reveals more than anybody really wanted to know. Snooping on the scientist turns out to yield other, extremely interesting information... which almost gets over-analyzed. Fortunately, the truth will out, and from there it's time to get that black box and get busy.

And once again, they find out more than they wanted to know.

The people who set all this in motion come back to retrieve the black box as promised; as it happens, there was nowhere near enough fact checking done, and people are dead. There's a kidnapping involved... and an apparent return from the dead.

Driven to desperation, the crew takes a stab at reaching the authorities. It doesn't go well. They then opt to solve matters their own way... one preparatory step at a time. Naturally, nothing goes as planned.

Ever.

For anyone. But really, it's more fun that way!

[OOC: So, so, so sorry this's taken so long. But- the Sneakers crew is finally through canon, and will be returning on a regular basis!]


[tinytag: Darryl 'Mother' Roskow]

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[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

Really Suzi just wanted to collapse after all the everything but she's finally getting her chance to take the citizenship test. Now that she's got the time to look for it she heads for a door to Milliways with her study materials.

It was a really, really long week and a half.

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[stargypsy.livejournal.com]

Tali has a particular morning routine: she goes down to the Bar, checks how much of a tab she has left, and gets a sealed package of food for breakfast, which she eats in her room before coming back downstairs. The Bar has grown accustomed enough to this routine that it automatically provides Tali with a card showing her tab and one of a selection of meals without being asked.

On this particular morning, Tali hums absentmindedly as she approaches the Bar. The Bar produces a card with her tab on it and a packaged breakfast. Tali glances at the former as she picks up the latter.

Then she does a doubletake, and her humming abruptly stops.

According to the card, she now has a surplus, rather than a debt. It's a big surplus, too. At first Tali can't figure out how this happened, since she was still a ways in the hole yesterday and her kitchen job certainly doesn't pay that much.

But, she remembers, something else she worked on may have done. She didn't ask Tony Stark to pay her for helping him find a way to install arc reactors in jets, but he seems to have paid her anyway. And quite generously, at that. Huh.

Now that she's discharged her obligations here, it's time to return home.

Tali goes back upstairs, but is in the bar once more twenty minutes later with her various belongings (tools, mostly, and some quilting she's been working on) arrayed on the table. She's obviously packing up to leave, although she has to talk to Gil and some other people first.

[Tinytag: Tali'Zorah nar Rayya]

[OOC: Due to RL issues, Tony Stark's mun and I have agreed to play out this plot more fully in retrospective OOMS at some later date. Suffice it say, Tali did what this post said she did: the details just haven't been worked out yet.]

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[callmemajor]

Air Force major, cup of coffee, drafting notebook.

Come say hi!


tag of smallness: Evan Lorne


[ooc: Recycled post is recycled. Open all day.]

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[abar-starclog.livejournal.com]

Oh look, a couch.
Carl's just going to collapse onto said couch now, thanks. He may or may not end up falling asleep, but if he does - well, the narration can't really blame him. It's been a long week and a half.
On the other hand, he might have a date after all that trouble, and that's definitely a plus.

(OOC: This and a couple other EPs I'll be tossing up today will be subject to random bouts of slowtime throughout the day, but will be open to tags until they fall off the front page.)

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[dark_dancer]

Thanks to the jungle dissipating (and the dough having either disappeared or stepped off its game, evidently), Cata's been able to get back to the outdoor portion of her recovery process. She's still nowhere near as far along as she'd like to be, but she has seen visible signs of improvement, which is giving her hope she'll get there eventually.
(The reading portion of things is going much more smoothly, but that hardly surprises her. All of that information was much fresher in her memory in the first place.)
When she comes in from her latest exercise, she notices her door is finally back. She'll be taking it later - but for now, she might as well have some lunch, while she's here.

[tiny!tag: Cata]

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[dontlooklisten.livejournal.com]

Carl isn't the only one who's had a long week and a half. Whistler, frankly, feels like it's been years since the moment those creeps walked through the office door and started it all. After everything that's happened, he figures he deserves coffee.

... or, y'know, a trip through the supply closet to another dimension entirely, that's good too. Yeesh, you'd think Milliways would warn a guy once in a while. At least he had time to grab his sawed-off pool cue cane... thing... before the door closed behind him?

Whistler cocks his head to one side, listening to the sounds around him. Eventually he says, "Okay. Who fooled with the bass?"


[tinytag: Alyx Vance, Cata]

and now, an entrance.

[awaroutthere.livejournal.com]

He'd known he was going to hear all about it. Martin Brice is not one to let a technicality like not being able to make it across the country stop him from talking about the concert of a lifetime like he was there - or maybe he did make it, who the hell knows. In any case, Cosmo's a bit distracted on his way into the computer lab.
"Look, that's all great, but I'm really not prepared for a wacky experiment just yet, so could you maybe hold off a few--" He stops rather abruptly, actually taking in his current surroundings. and frowns.
"All right, Marty, what did you do to the lab this time?"

(OOC: And here's the last of the subject-to-slowtime, open-till-it's-off-the-page posts from me. Share and Enjoy!)

[tiny!tag: Cosmo, Jules Paxton]

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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Back home, it was now the start of her last year at Hawthorne Academy. Kate was still sneaking out to patrol where she could in the evenings, and maybe a little before school. That was a lot harder when the late bell rang at 7:45a. As it was, she was a little surprised for the door to the bathroom for her bedroom lead to Milliways instead. Well, can take care of things here, and get a break at least. She was still dressed in her school uniform, and was carrying her cello case along with her book bag.

Might as well take a break, and work on her homework here too.

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[harmitwithspark.livejournal.com]

Larxene paced out of the dark paths with a dark gem in one hand and her knives still brandished in the other. She'd been researching Disney's influence. There had been a Disneyland, and a world, in the world of her new quarters.

An hour or so of observing, and she'd decided to go kill things. Not in the theme parks of course. She wasn't foolish enough to declare war on a Disney facility without some heavy back up and an established apartment in another world.

...and now she was here. The World of Milliways. It'd been a lovely day, really.

[Sparking tag: Larxene]

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[vance_prime]

Sometime after this thread, Alyx drops off a note at the Bar.

( for 'Mother' )

With that, she settles into a seat by the fireplace with a beer and an apple. She's waiting for someone in particular, but isn't averse to other company.

[the itsy-bitsy tag went up the water spout: Alyx Vance, Chell, Darryl 'Mother' Roscow]

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[aeons_crackshot]

Someone hasn't had an entrance post in a while, so....

Annabelle had been taking a walk in the woods when she encountered the local wildlife.  Namely, the demonic rabbits.  

The score stands Annabelle 1  Demon-bunnies 0 as she comes back into the bar smelling faintly as if she's been in the vicinity of fire.

She asks the bar at large "Are there normally firebreathing rabbits out back, or are we just having another one of those weeks?"


OOC:  tinytag! Annabelle Newfield     Open until it scrolls off the front page.

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[aerora.livejournal.com]

Sora is in the bar today - sitting near one of the ends - with a milkshake before him.

He has a thoughtful expression on his face, but he certainly would not be adverse to company.

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[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

He's better - significantly better - today. He's still anticipating tomorrow, and his senses are still insane, and there is a slight crawling feeling from having a Somebody in his coat long enough that it picked up some of the smell.

Smell triggers memories trigger senses trigger - Xaldin is better, but tomorrow really can't come fast enough.

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[likesthecoat]

Ianto Jones is having coffee in a booth.

He looks a bit like a cat who got the cream.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace was feeling much improved this morning, finally having shaken the last of the effects of... well. Um. Helping a friend? Yes. So of course her first plan (and the one that was acted on shortly after) was to go find some trouble to get involved with out in the universe.

Well.

She succeeded.

Mostly.

Ace comes in from out back, limping fairly badly but improving with every step. She wants chocolate. And alcohol. Preferably mixed together. That can be dinner, after-dinner munchies, and the late-night snack. Yup.

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[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

She really doesn't have much reason to be behind the bar right now. Well, actually, she does. Interested in learning more on the fine art of snowball fights, she asked for a book on human games.

Hence the current game of hide and seek. And hence, Jenny being behind the bar right now.

Except, what she doesn't expect is a paper napkin to fall on her head with a request for bartending. She beams and stands up, waving Bart over. He gives her a look, but the grin is definitely there. "You know, you're not supposed to leave your hiding place until after you've been spotted."

"Yeah, but she wants me to bar tend again!"

Well. That changes everything, doesn't it? Less than five seconds later, the bar is set and a specials sign is up:

Snowball
Snowball #2
Snowball #3

Free drinks for rounds of truth and dare.

(The two different hand writings are so obvious.)

[tiny tag: jenny, maxwell smart, xaldin, cal chandler, billy kaplan]

[ooc: any time jenny says 'bart' to your pup who knows bart as jay, she really does mean 'jay'. the mun can't keep up!]

Forge post

[ostro_goth]

When Teja comes to the forge today, there was a sword and a message by the door.

So, now that the forge doors are open and the fire is going, water is fetched, and the cats are fed, Teja is not working yet -- he has read the note, and his now admiring the sword, turning it this way and that.

It is truly amazing. Teja may be able to fold steel, and make blades that hold a sharp edge truly; but this sword is made with a mastery that he, as yet, can but aspire to.-

Fascinated though he is, Teja is still looking out for customers or watchers, friends or strangers, that might come to the forge.


[[OOC: As usual -- forge post open until it scrolls off the page.]]

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[aj_crawley]

OOM: THURSDAY 4TH SEPTEMBER

What is that sound high in the air Murmur of maternal lamentation Who are those hooded hordes swarming Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth ------------ Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells

- T.S. ELIOT, 'THE WASTE LAND'

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[subject-lj-here.livejournal.com]

Chell's at the bar with the sheaf of notes on enemies Gordon gave her, sorting out those which portals might apply to fighting (manhacks, diverting headcrab leaps, energy balls) and those which they definitely wouldn't (Striders are underlined about 5 times.)

She's really worried about what's going to happen; not so much losing, but what will happen if they win?

Very botherable.

[Tiny Aperture Tag: Chell]

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[wheneveriwant.livejournal.com]

Harry sits at the bar, grabs an ashtray, and orders his usual bottle of bourbon and a pair of glasses. He lights a smoke, and exhales deeply, taking a moment to savor the heat on the edges of his tongue. He adjusts the lapels on his white jacket, and scans around teh bar with his deep blue eyes. It has been a long time since the smirk that turns the corner of his mouth was there. A confidence surrounds him like a cold fog off an ice cube on a hot day.

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[aj_crawley]

Crowley's slouched in a booth, flipping idly through the pages of a London entertainment guide. The fact that there isn't really anything worthwhile on doesn't appear to have done much to dampen his mood.

(I know, it's totally weird.)

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[acts_of_gord]

"I don't suppose," says the man in the circled-lambda T-shirt to the Bar, "that I could get an up-to-date map of City 17?"

The Bar does not respond.

"Didn't think so," says Gordon quietly. "All right. Thanks anyway."

Possibly as an attempt at consolation, the Bar produces, unbidden, a bowl of spaetzle with far too many saturated fats to be good for anyone. This nets a grateful half-smile and a small pat. From there, Gordon tests the front door, gets the expected result (it's still locked), and heads off to his usual seat near the Window.

It's kind of a reassuring view if he doesn't think about it too hard.



[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Alyx Vance, Darryl 'Mother' Roskow]

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Habits.]

Guppy is sitting by the infirmary, staring intermittently at his watch and the door, whilst drinking tea and not really reading the book he has in front of him.

And he has his sign up, because multitasking is fun.

Walk-in clinic
The doctor is in

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[vyvyan]

thursdaytag
Vyvyan has just been perfecting his potion to turn people into axe-wielding homicidal maniacs.

It's a cure for not being an axe-wielding homicidal maniac. And so that nobody will drink it by mistake, he has put it in an empty coke can.

He places it carefully on a table, then as an afterthought puts an axe next to it. Then he watches from a table about ten metres away.

Two minutes and ten seconds later, the can spontaneously tips over and spills the potion. Vyvyan looks somewhat disappointed, retrieves his axe, and starts looking for something to eat.

[tinytag: Vyvyan]

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[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

The candidates are different--for instance, the back of Susannah's chair now sports a Rodham-Richardson '08 sticker--but the conventions are happening the same weeks in both realities, which has caused a lot of frantic TiVoing for an admitted political junkie watching races in two worlds.

Rose is in bed (Helen has her up at 5:30 or 6 most mornings), and for all her growing reservations about Milliways, Susannah needs a drink. Badly.

Possibly watching Romney and McCain accept their respective nominations back to back was a mistake.

She gets her Dragonfly from the bar, and parks at a table.

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[cutting_edgex23]

[OOM: Zealots are rarely predictable.]