Sep. 20th, 2008

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Buffy is consuming delicious pineapple smoothie by the fireplace, and people-watching. And ... other species-watching. She's inclusive. (Is that a balloon?)
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Esfir is...torn between being not amused, and very amused.

See, whoever it is that is in charge of today decided that she need to let her hair down and get with the spirit of the season. And so when she came down, there was a brief moment of flailing as her centre of balance noticeably changed (heels are not exactly something she is familiar with, outside the low pumps of her formal uniform, and suddenly being over five feet in height is new and odd).

The pants she could live with*, and the...corset wouldn't kill her**, and the hat could be okay, and there is nothing wrong with her hair actually being down, and the cutlass currently slung through her belt is fairly awesome, and the hat she could get used to.

But.

"[If my dogtags do not come back within a minute, I have a sword, and I am not afraid to use it,]" she says in Russian, calmly, to whoever it is that is in control.




Almost sulkily, the chain with her dogtags appears back around her neck.

"[Thank you.]"

Now, the question is; can she walk in those heels.

*well, relatively speaking
**see above

tiny!tag: billy kaplan, leela, the russian astronaut
[identity profile] falconryu.livejournal.com
Ryu missed Talk Like a Pirate Day.

It was better that way, really, Milliways would not survive the epic battle that would ensue had he visited during the pegleg and eyepatch infestation.

But today he is here, relaxing outside, enjoying the cooling weather: it will be winter back home soon as well, hopefully a peaceful winter.

Shinobi. Outdoors. Idleness.
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Boredom is a dangerous thing.

It can result in things like Air Force majors playing paper football with themselves, flicking the tiny, paper triangles between salt and pepper shakers.

Sometimes his aim goes wide. This could result in random bar patrons finding themselves in the line of fire.

Sorry?


Tag of Smallness: Evan Lorne
[identity profile] blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com
{OOM: Time me. (Or, even superheroes have their off days.)}

So, to recap: when Bart enters the bar his hair is drenched in Icee (blueberry) and his forehead is sporting a large bruise in the form of a backwards 'FRESH!!'. He grumps at the bar for a second before making his way, stiffly, for the door to the rooms upstairs. He's not superspeeding, so you can catch him if you're so inclined.


Tinytags: Jenny, Billy Kaplan
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Tonight's specials board proclaims

Milkshakes and nontraditional martinis half off!


Half of the customers Tifa's gotten are just as happy to order a nonalcoholic drink during happy hours. She figures she might as well have something with no alcohol as a special just in case, and it hasn't been so long since she had a smoothie night.

(Marlene would hate to miss a smoothie night and a milkshake night.)

Behind the bar, she tugs her long hair into a loose ponytail and positions herself in a prime spot.

"Anybody need a drink?"


[Open to new threads until about 10:30 EST!]
[tiny tag: James Adams]
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Bela arrives, moving a little more slowly than usual, but with her familiar smirk. It's been an interesting day. In the end it was a quite profitable one, even if she's paid for it in bruises.

Ghosts can be so pesky when you try to take their treasures.

Tiny tag: Bela Talbot, Cal Chandler
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[OOM: Hello, Milliways. It's been a long time.]

A year, in fact, since Parker Lee opened a door and found the bar on the other side.

She had wondered once or twice why her door hadn't followed her across the ocean. But she hadn't really worried about it. Real life had been enough of an adventure over the past year, busy and full of new people and new experiences.

And no safety net. Maybe the Universe had recognized the need for that.

Smiling, Parker turns slowly in a circle. Like Hearst, Milliways hasn't changed. But no way could it ever feel small. She rubs one friendly hand on the polished wood of the bar.

"Hi, Bar, sweetie. I'm back."
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Gordon was untouched by the linguistic and clothing weirdness of yesterday, largely because he spent most of the day at the firing range and didn't even notice. Today's a little wet even for his liking, though, so he's indoors doing various forms of maintenance on his equipment- primarily, the HEV suit and the crowbar. Not that the crowbar needs much maintenance beyond some touching up of the paint, but it seldom hurts to be sure.

He'll settle to reading later. Right now, big damn nerd doing big damn nerdy things to orange and grey bits of body armor.



[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Dr. John Vattic]
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Jamie is . . . getting twitchy.

Beyond that door somewhere is his Home. It's close. He knows it. But he needs Joris to get there, and Joris - and Helen - aren't ready to leave yet.

And Jamie isn't ready to tell them about his hopes of getting Home soon.

So there they are.

In an attempt to stave off twitchiness, Jamie's doing his best to fill his time with as many activities as possible. Today it's toasting marshmallows in the fireplace. It's fun to see the rats make faces as the goo drips!
[identity profile] bitunlikely.livejournal.com
[OOM: Millitimed to a couple weeks ago, Bart, Jenny, and Edward go on a picnic!

YAY AWKWARDNESS!]


[tiny tag: jenny]
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Someone is a little fussy this evening. And since nothing at home seems to be distracting her son from whatever it is that's put him in a very unmerry (and unMerry) mood, Amy has decided to try bringing him to the end of the Universe.

"I'm sure we'll find something here to entertain you, darling," she says.

Merry looks around, and then begins babbling very rapidly to his mother.

"Yes, that's right. It's Milliways."

It's been a while.
[identity profile] shadowsusannah.livejournal.com
Susannah is once again working in the bar, although she has less of a pile of documents with her tonight. All she has is a notebook, in which she is alternately taking notes, scratching out notes, and doodling.

She is not a bad teacher, but some things are hard to approach.

She also has a large bottle of water, because proper hydration is important.
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There are several large books stacked around Helen. Three in a language known in some worlds as Russian, one in a language known on some worlds as Greek, one that died out on most Earths long enough ago to not be known by anthropologists (but one significant slice of Earths became very prominent and important), and five in English. They all have titles about cross-dimensional travel.

She decided to stop researching in her room. So the young girl is researching at a table down here--that's totally the same thing as socializing, right?

 

Right.