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[acts_of_gord]

It's been wet and cold and miserable outside. That's fine. Gordon's actually used to that. Reminds him of home. It's not really the best weather for practicing at the range, but honestly, how many perfectly clear days of combat will he ever be able to count on? Given that he's almost guaranteed to be spending the rest of his life, however long that might be, at war-

-okay, he's not going to think about that even if it's the truth, it's reminding him too much of what Hel said and he doesn't want to think about that-

Anyway, he's been practicing for most of the day, which is why he smells like cordite and ozone when he comes inside. The pulse rifle works just fine in the wet, but the other guns are a little trickier, so he's been working with them more to make sure he doesn't lose the knack. He'll take the weaponry up to his room as soon as he's warmed up a little; right now he's going to sit by the fire with something to eat and see whether he or his guns dries out faster.



[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Alyx Vance]

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[wheatencrown]

The weather outside is just making it harder, Demeter can feel Fall's grip more every day.

Seven days until Kore leaves and its showing in how she holds herself and the white and silver that are threading through her blond hair.

She's back by the fire with a whiskey and looking at the fire, hearths and homes are important.

Tiny tag: Demeter

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[ikissdhimbck]

[OOM: The sun is just barely out
The sky is completely gold
You're the one I want to be with today]


[tiny!tag: Miss Katherine Barlow]

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[goodolefuntime.livejournal.com]

Hurley strides into the bar, chuckling to himself.

Silly Sawyer, trying to break into a Halliburton case.

He sits down at the bar, a little bit on the ripe side since he's, you know, still stuck on an island with no running water and stuff.

But hey, ordering a grape soda and big plate of nachos is more important.

Which would be what Hurley is munching down on, if anyone comes to say hi.

Happy Hour!

[longlonghair]

Rapunzel comes down the stairs with a spring in her step, and pauses to stare open-mouthed at the notice left on the bulletin board before continuing on.

She lets herself behind the bar and writes up the daily specials:

Today's Specials:

Caribbean Dream
Hawaiian Sunrise
Tropical Waters
Oasis
Island Tide

Non alcoholic drinks are half off!

She was inspired today by Alex's loud Hawaiian shirt, which she is wearing with the tails tied at her waist and short cut-off jeans. She's got a pretty lei around her neck, and a bright smile on her face!

"Hey, everyone! Happy hour has offically begun! Come get leied!"

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[averyhasagun.livejournal.com]

If you've met Paul Avery before, there's a small chance you might not recognize him. His features are much more worn, there's a generous amount of gray in his hair, and the circles under his eyes are more pronounced than ever.

He's sitting at the bar, both elbows on the counter. The bar has provided a bowl of lapel buttons, and a series of newspaper clippings for his entertainment.

(Remarkably enough, he doesn't seem very entertained.)

Every now and then, he'll cough, and you can almost hear his health deteriorating.

Regardless, he has a tumbler of vodka in front of him, along with an ashtray and a half-smoked cigarette. He knows better, yes. He will act upon it, no.




[ tiny tag: paul avery

ooc: last chance to tag him before he goes out for some canon. open until further notice, mun subject to major and unannounced slowtimes. ]

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[jack-medusa.livejournal.com]

(For any who would notice, Jack has been to Hades recently...well his Psyche has at least.)

Jack doesn't care that he's back in this strange bar and he doesn't care that it's a rat that comes over to him as if it were a waiter. What he does care about is that there is a fire and that the rat returned with the bowl of gumbo and mug of hot coffee with the generous splash of Ouzo in it he had asked for. Sometimes it more important to remind yourself that you are alive than to bother with the little details.

He found the girl and got paid, that's all that should matter right?

[[Tiny tag: Jack Medusa]]

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[lissla-lissar.livejournal.com]

Lissar and assorted dogs are outside, running. Soon enough she'll give up on Milliways for her runs and confine herself to runs in the dark at home, but for now the days here are still more pleasant than not.

She's got her long white coat on, and her gloves, and dark bluejeans show when her legs move, and she's grinning at the joy of being.

She never minds company, and she'd be perfectly happy to converse when she's finished with the run.

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[gone_byebye]

Ray's been fairly busy this morning, mostly with getting things in order with the Deep Ones (who're looking to have words with the various North Atlantic fishery operators), but he's gotten the most important stuff out of the way for the day. As long as they don't have any emergencies erupt today he should be just fine.

Thus, Ray and Francis the robot dog are in Milliways. Francis is in idle mode. Ray's got a glass of the quantum blue stuff going neglected as he fiddles with his map of the worlds of Milliways patrons.



[tinytag: Alyx Vance]

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[averyhasagun.livejournal.com]

OOM:

And speaking just for me
It's ours to share
Perhaps the glow of love will grow
With every passing day
Or we may never meet again
But then it's not for me to say

[ tiny tag: paul avery ]

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[cloakitwithplot.livejournal.com]

Today when Zexion comes in from outside - but not outside the bar itself, no, he will not leave until he has gathered all he needs - he's got his hood up again. Hood up means Buisness. He is looking for Somebody. A very particular Somebody who used to not be.

[Kingdom Tag II: Zexion]

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[aimedforthemoon]

[OoM: A couple days ago, Esfir and Cal went for a slow jog around a little bit of the lake.]

tiny!tag: cal chandler, the russian astronaut

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[harmitwithspark.livejournal.com]

When Larxene entered today, her coat was dripping. Water fell in a dotted trail behind her as she slipped over to a table and laid a sopping sheaf of papers on it's surface. It was hard to read her expression under the hood, but she certainly wasn't smiling as she carefully peeled off the top sheet. She'd require better tools to separate the rest.

Damn.

Well, she could have the necessary equipment at her apartment within a day. She'd stay a few more minutes though, just pacing around the table and reading the two pages she could see.

{sopping tag: Larxene}

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[likesthecoat]

Ianto has discovered the juke box.

He is reading the many, many, many, many, many selections with his hands behind his back, trying to find the perfect song.


Perfect for what? Wouldn't you like to know?

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[tragic_mask]

Today, Melpomene is sitting by the fire, chain-smoking. An ashtray is on a nearby table, quickly filling with refuse.

Her eyes are dark and stormy, but maybe that's just the way Melpomene always is.

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[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

Have you ever had a Coke float? It's like a root beer float, only with Coke.

It's pretty good.

There's a beautiful legless black woman pushing fifty in the bar, and her wheelchair is parked at a table with a Coke float in a tall, frosty glass. You can't get Coke in her world, which she considers a serious failing.

Today was an unreasonably hot day for September, and as the ice cream melts into creamy swirls in the cola, there are irregular little crunches of ice embedded in the scoops, which she carves out with a spoon.

Sometimes, life is pretty good to you. Just sometimes. She has a notebook and a medical-supplies catalog with her, on the theory that she is going to spend this time productively, but mostly she is concentrating on her drink right now.

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[theotherdoc.livejournal.com]

[ “Maybe we could reach out to him on your behalf?”

“Don't bother.”

“There must be something that he would respond to.”

“If he were hit by a bus. How about that? That would work.”

Warning for character death. ]

The Juliet who walks in today is in a very different state than she was in the other day. Yesterday for her. Her already unruly curly hair is disheveled, she's dressed in her pajamas, and she looks like hell.

That's because she feels like hell.

She's only happy to be in here because it's not out there. Briefly, she stops by the bar to grab a cup of hot chocolate, then retreats to a corner booth.

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[walksindeath]

Sabriel had avoided staying downstairs any longer than necessary for a while after seeing Mogget. She spent a few prudent hours adding to and refining the wards she had already placed around her room, to alert her when they are triggered as well as provide a deterrent to interlopers. She wears her armour, too, if not the sword - which would be useless in any case. The bells she always wears, but is more aware than ever of their double-edged nature. If Mogget, or another danger yet unknown attacks her in the closed space, she could use them to defend herself, but at what cost to the strange, innocent Dead that live here?

So, what little can be done has been done, and the woman has turned her mind resolutely to another, easier problem - that of the Mordicant that awaits her outside the door. Even refreshed, a long battle against it would be dangerous; but the time Milliways gives her means she can get around that. So it is that she comes to be sitting downstairs, upright on a couch to watch the door while she makes a weapon. The Charter Mark on her forehead glows with pale light under her skin, and her fingers carefully and steadily draw the shapes of others that shine in the air as they link with the previous and next, then dull to a faint golden chain slowly taking shape in her hands.

It is repetitive work, once begun, so she wouldn't mind company.

[Tinytag: Sabriel]


[OOC: Fleeing for sleep now - will pick up threads tomorrow!]

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[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Mary has a milkshake, a Latin textbook, a Latin dictionary, and a half-written translation done in neat round lettering. She squints over all three for quite a while before she writes down anything new. (Mary is a perfectionist.)

Mary also has a knife, but it is sheathed and tucked in a pocket of her skirt, and is therefore not visible to the public.

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[navyafterone]

[ OOM: "I just can't believe I killed someone."

tag: james adams]

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[vyvyan]

There are five potential causes of abdominal distention, some more pleasant than others and all strangely enough beginning with F.

Vyvyan has decided to eliminate suspicion of the other four by sitting near the bar with a large sign.

'Pregnant and starving, please buy food.'

He tries to make himself look as pitiful as possible.

[tinytag: Vyvyan
ooc: Yes, this is canon.]

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[bring_a_sponge]

Two Men in Black come striding in through the Door like they own the place.

Which, of course, they don't. They're only staking claim to that bottle of Eli Lockhart 15-year bourbon on the topmost of top shelves behind Bar.

Zed, of course, is growling along the way: "Parker's got him all pumped up for a double-album this time."

"Well, the Colonel always did want the King thinking big."

"Thinking big is fine. But a breakbeat remix of 'Viva Las Vegas'? Surprised my brain made it to the second verse without imploding."

K chuckles. "Got to move with the times, Chief."

"Move? How? The guy's wolfed down so many peanut butter and banana sandwiches, it's going to take another Dentazi bulk freighter to get him out on tour."

"Now, now,..."



[tiny tag: wilbur whateley]