Oct. 4th, 2008
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Oct. 4th, 2008 12:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dancewaterdance"-But since Larxene doesn't like Axel, that wouldn't work out. Come of think of that most of them don't like him. But Lissar does, and she doesn't like people talking badly about them. Aw man, I wish I had that confidence to stand up to people when they say bad things..." Demyx is outside, talking to himself aloud as tunes his sitar. He's outside sitting under a tree, not in the lake for a change. He also looks deeply troubled about things that are no doubt highly important and not trivial at all.
Really.
[The Taglet Club: Demyx]
[Plotlocked for Lissar]
Really.
[The Taglet Club: Demyx]
[Plotlocked for Lissar]
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Oct. 4th, 2008 12:24 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
alt-hulk.livejournal.com[OOM: Upstairs, Teddy has a nightmare, a glimpse of what might be, and it chills him to the bone. Luckily, Billy's there, as always, and they decide to stay in Milliways a little while longer. Millitimed to last night. Warnings for sensitive imagery and allusions to torture.]
Teddy's back downstairs, nursing a mug of tea to calm his nerves. He's known about what might happen in the war, and he's tried to prepare for it mentally.
But that dream--no, nightmare--hit him like a ton of bricks, and he just can't get that image of Billy, pale and dead, out of his head. No matter how hard he tries. So he'll take another sip of tea, and try to pretend that he's much less haggard than he feels.
[Tiny Tag: Teddy Altman]
Teddy's back downstairs, nursing a mug of tea to calm his nerves. He's known about what might happen in the war, and he's tried to prepare for it mentally.
But that dream--no, nightmare--hit him like a ton of bricks, and he just can't get that image of Billy, pale and dead, out of his head. No matter how hard he tries. So he'll take another sip of tea, and try to pretend that he's much less haggard than he feels.
[Tiny Tag: Teddy Altman]
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Oct. 4th, 2008 03:42 amgoodeintentionsOutside, Fakir is working on homework. Warm-ups, running through the positions while he tries to clear his mind.
He goes to a ballet school. Writing is his hobby.
A sword sits leaned against a tree. That will come after homework.
He goes to a ballet school. Writing is his hobby.
A sword sits leaned against a tree. That will come after homework.
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Oct. 4th, 2008 12:30 pmidolovestories.livejournal.comAn exceedingly oddly dressed man with shocks of white hair poking out from under his many-plumed hat walks into the bar and stops to look around with huge and unblinking eyes.
It doesn't take long before Drosselmeyer is nodding to himself in self-satisfaction. "Yes, yes," is his loud declaration, "this will do quite nicely." His next words are not nearly as loud. "A place full of so many stories. I never imagined. This is simply wonderful."
After Drosselmeyer finishes talking to himselfwhich he does on a regular basis he assumes a far-too-wide-and-toothy grin before finding himself a seat and a cup of tea.
"Yes, yes, yes," Drosselmeyer says to himself as he settles in to watch. "This shall be splendid."
((Drosselmeyer is new to Milliways. There are some notes about him here.))
It doesn't take long before Drosselmeyer is nodding to himself in self-satisfaction. "Yes, yes," is his loud declaration, "this will do quite nicely." His next words are not nearly as loud. "A place full of so many stories. I never imagined. This is simply wonderful."
After Drosselmeyer finishes talking to himself
"Yes, yes, yes," Drosselmeyer says to himself as he settles in to watch. "This shall be splendid."
((Drosselmeyer is new to Milliways. There are some notes about him here.))
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Oct. 4th, 2008 02:01 pmwill_scarlettWill's near the Front Door with his bow, quiver and sword getting ready to head to Sherwood, he looks determined and thoughtful as he looks around.
Tiny tag: Nash, Dinah Lance, Billy Kaplan
(OOC: Sherwood leaving post, sorry for the delay in posting, open until everyone's here.)
Tiny tag: Nash, Dinah Lance, Billy Kaplan
(OOC: Sherwood leaving post, sorry for the delay in posting, open until everyone's here.)
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Oct. 4th, 2008 03:45 pmwhatsatisfiesme.livejournal.comGilbert Cocteau slinks down the stairs and into the Bar proper today, looking a great deal like...well, like he wandered into another dimension and forgot to go back home, for a few days.
While he is clean, himself, bathed and with his pale hair brushed carefully, his clothes have a horribly wrinkled, slept-in look, his white dress shirt is stained here and there from encounters with dirt and grass, outside, and, in general, his present wardrobe has become so worn and scuffed that, were any of his teachers or classmates or any of the faculty at Lacombrade to happen by, they would doubtless be quite scandalized.
It would be a very mild scandal, relative to most of the ones the boy is involved in, but a scandal, nonetheless.
In any case, there he is on a stool, sipping slowly from a glass of water, his outfit looking (and, alas, slightly smelling) like it needs a good wash. He hasn't figured out, just yet, that he could probably bum clean clothes off of the Bar.
While he is clean, himself, bathed and with his pale hair brushed carefully, his clothes have a horribly wrinkled, slept-in look, his white dress shirt is stained here and there from encounters with dirt and grass, outside, and, in general, his present wardrobe has become so worn and scuffed that, were any of his teachers or classmates or any of the faculty at Lacombrade to happen by, they would doubtless be quite scandalized.
It would be a very mild scandal, relative to most of the ones the boy is involved in, but a scandal, nonetheless.
In any case, there he is on a stool, sipping slowly from a glass of water, his outfit looking (and, alas, slightly smelling) like it needs a good wash. He hasn't figured out, just yet, that he could probably bum clean clothes off of the Bar.
Happy Hour!
Oct. 4th, 2008 03:59 pmcallmemajorBuilding a cabin in the woods may sound romantic and picturesque, but, as it turns out, it's actually quite hard work. And they haven't even laid the foundation yet.
So it's an exhausted, but happy, major who accepts Bar's invitation to fill in yet again.
Specials:
Apricot Adventure
Apricot brandy sour
Apricot breeze
Pyramid apricot weizen
"What can I get you?"
Tiny-and-inebriated!tags: Evan Lorne, Cardea, Eisenheim
[ooc: Closed to new tags.]
So it's an exhausted, but happy, major who accepts Bar's invitation to fill in yet again.
Apricot Adventure
Apricot brandy sour
Apricot breeze
Pyramid apricot weizen
"What can I get you?"
Tiny-and-inebriated!tags: Evan Lorne, Cardea, Eisenheim
[ooc: Closed to new tags.]
eisenheimhaus.livejournal.comA chance encounter with a traveling magician is said to have been the cause of Eduard's lifelong passion for magic. The story goes that one day, returning from school, the boy saw a man in black sitting under a plane tree. The man called him over and lazily, indifferently, removed from the boy's ear first one coin and then another, and then a third, coin after coin, a whole handful of coins, which suddenly turned into a bunch of red roses. From the roses the man in black drew out a white billiard ball, which turned into a wooden flute that suddenly vanished. One version of the story adds that the man himself then vanished.
Along with the plane tree.
Who knows what truly happened?
Possibly the denizens of Milliways Bar. Specifically, anyone who happens to spy a curly-haired young man walk in through the door to the bar. He's awash in tones of brown; basic cloth for a basic young teenager. He's studying his new surroundings -- unafraid, but unwilling to move much further in than the area around the exit.
[tinytag: eisenheim]
[ooc note: post open all day, though right now i am away.be back soon Back!]
Along with the plane tree.
Who knows what truly happened?
Possibly the denizens of Milliways Bar. Specifically, anyone who happens to spy a curly-haired young man walk in through the door to the bar. He's awash in tones of brown; basic cloth for a basic young teenager. He's studying his new surroundings -- unafraid, but unwilling to move much further in than the area around the exit.
[tinytag: eisenheim]
[ooc note: post open all day, though right now i am away.
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Oct. 4th, 2008 05:50 pmnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comAce is totally not freaking out over having claimed a daughter yesterday.
Nope.
All that responsibility and bad history have no effect on this little pyro.
...
Ace is curled up on the couch with a triple-chocolate hot fudge and marshmallow creme sundae for comfort.
Possibly this is the sixth dose of comfort she's had today.
It's better than alcohol in her case. Less hangover, more sugar high, and with all the running she does, it doesn't have lasting effects.
Nope.
All that responsibility and bad history have no effect on this little pyro.
...
Ace is curled up on the couch with a triple-chocolate hot fudge and marshmallow creme sundae for comfort.
Possibly this is the sixth dose of comfort she's had today.
It's better than alcohol in her case. Less hangover, more sugar high, and with all the running she does, it doesn't have lasting effects.
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Oct. 4th, 2008 07:33 pmnot_lugosiTime has slowed down for Bela. Literally. The week has gone by with not much to fill it. It's been less than a week since Bela last was here. She'd almost rather a couple of weeks had gone by, as usual.
She's sitting in a booth, nursing a Lemon Drop and nibbling on a scone lathered with clotted cream. The only reason she's here now is because her thoughts are too loud on long, quiet nights. While distractions would be fabulous, she doesn't want to think. Or to feel.
It's too hard.
Tiny tag: Bela Talbot
She's sitting in a booth, nursing a Lemon Drop and nibbling on a scone lathered with clotted cream. The only reason she's here now is because her thoughts are too loud on long, quiet nights. While distractions would be fabulous, she doesn't want to think. Or to feel.
It's too hard.
Tiny tag: Bela Talbot
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Oct. 4th, 2008 08:06 pmone-talent.livejournal.com
Tom is taking his supper later than he usually would, having stepped into the bar at an inopportune moment--
you were bound for Cleopatra's Needle and you were going to listen to the improvisation jazz quartet and understand the flourishes of their playing that you lack in your own regrettably simple style
--but now that he is here, he is tucked into a booth with a bowl of tomato soup, a ham sandwich, and a cup of regular coffee. His black suit jacket is folded carefully beside him with his tie in one pocket and cuffs rolled back.
Dressing appropriately for a club does not mean that it is appropriate dress for a quick dinner.
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Oct. 4th, 2008 08:27 pmfriend_of_lucyTumnus enters the Bar tired but smiling, not realizing where he is since there's the same energy as he would find in one of the tents in Narnia.
In a moment he looks up and gives a smile as he goes to Bar to get a pot of tea and find a table to watch this strange place he thought he'd imagined.
In a moment he looks up and gives a smile as he goes to Bar to get a pot of tea and find a table to watch this strange place he thought he'd imagined.
entrance post.
Oct. 4th, 2008 08:32 pmhisconstant.livejournal.comThe woman who walks into the bar is completely ordinary and unassuming.
A little startled, perhaps, but certainly ordinary.
"... what in the world?" she murmurs to herself, surveying her current surroundings and lifting an eyebrow in curiosity. Anyone within earshot will notice her accent; those who know her better will notice her right off the bat.
It seems the only proper thing to do at this juncture is sit at the bar, so that's what she does, trying not to disturb anyone, since there are plenty of interesting-looking characters here at the moment.
Des would certainly get a kick out of this place, she thinks to herself, tucking a few blonde strands of hair behind one ear.
[tiny!tag: penelope widmore]
A little startled, perhaps, but certainly ordinary.
"... what in the world?" she murmurs to herself, surveying her current surroundings and lifting an eyebrow in curiosity. Anyone within earshot will notice her accent; those who know her better will notice her right off the bat.
It seems the only proper thing to do at this juncture is sit at the bar, so that's what she does, trying not to disturb anyone, since there are plenty of interesting-looking characters here at the moment.
Des would certainly get a kick out of this place, she thinks to herself, tucking a few blonde strands of hair behind one ear.
[tiny!tag: penelope widmore]
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Oct. 4th, 2008 08:38 pmlandlesslord[OOM:
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And I'm looking back into my diary what makes me say those things?
What causes my laughter at another's disaster?
It's the bastard in me
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Oct. 4th, 2008 09:57 pmbannion_sightShe's only got two weeks left before her flight out of Toronto.
Only two weeks -- a little less, to be honest. No more than that.
Maybe that's why Kim's sitting at a booth in the bar tonight, hands clenched in her white hair as she reads over checklist after checklist.
Only two weeks -- a little less, to be honest. No more than that.
Maybe that's why Kim's sitting at a booth in the bar tonight, hands clenched in her white hair as she reads over checklist after checklist.
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Oct. 4th, 2008 10:06 pmnoattachmentsSo the door that Kate thought seemed to be in a strange place, given the layout of the bar, for a front door wasn't actually in a strange place because it wasn't the front door.
It led to the lake outside instead, and no matter what she does, she can't find a way back out.
She's seen people enter and leave, and she's tried almost everything short of looking for dynamite to blow away the section of wall where the door should be. And as much as she's wanted to get off the island, the lack of a door -- and knowledge that she can leave if she wants to -- is driving her a little crazy.
Tonight she sits outside on the ground near the lake, her arms propped on her knees, and looks out over it in much the same way she's gotten used to sitting on the beach and watching the tide come in. A half-empty bottle of beer sits on the grass beside her, and after a few minutes, her fingers make their way into the pocket of her jeans to pull out a tiny airplane.
It led to the lake outside instead, and no matter what she does, she can't find a way back out.
She's seen people enter and leave, and she's tried almost everything short of looking for dynamite to blow away the section of wall where the door should be. And as much as she's wanted to get off the island, the lack of a door -- and knowledge that she can leave if she wants to -- is driving her a little crazy.
Tonight she sits outside on the ground near the lake, her arms propped on her knees, and looks out over it in much the same way she's gotten used to sitting on the beach and watching the tide come in. A half-empty bottle of beer sits on the grass beside her, and after a few minutes, her fingers make their way into the pocket of her jeans to pull out a tiny airplane.
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Oct. 4th, 2008 10:10 pmproject-xy.livejournal.com[Pre-Milliways: "At first I thought that the flat, tiny people must live in the walls. But then I understood - humans grow smaller as they develop."
All dialogue from Kyle XY 1.01 - Pilot.]
There's a tall teenage boy wandering into the bar. He doesn't seem all that surprised, but he does look a little confused. He had no idea that there were so many people living inside the Trager house, and no idea why they don't come out of the closet more often.
It isn't long until he's staring at the window, captivated, but still very botherable.
All dialogue from Kyle XY 1.01 - Pilot.]
There's a tall teenage boy wandering into the bar. He doesn't seem all that surprised, but he does look a little confused. He had no idea that there were so many people living inside the Trager house, and no idea why they don't come out of the closet more often.
It isn't long until he's staring at the window, captivated, but still very botherable.
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Oct. 4th, 2008 10:14 pmcutting_edgex23X slips downstairs after her shift in the nightclub, half-glancing at the back door before she decides to forgo training for the moment.
It is more important to eat something. Just in case.
The fact that X-23 (and her soup) are settled at the bar instead of her usual booth is entirely unrelated to anything.
Except that she refuses to be uncomfortable in what is, for now, her home.
This is just proof of that.
[ooc: This post is open until it falls off the front page or X gets another EP, whichever comes first. Thanks!]
It is more important to eat something. Just in case.
The fact that X-23 (and her soup) are settled at the bar instead of her usual booth is entirely unrelated to anything.
Except that she refuses to be uncomfortable in what is, for now, her home.
This is just proof of that.
[ooc: This post is open until it falls off the front page or X gets another EP, whichever comes first. Thanks!]
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Oct. 4th, 2008 10:15 pmacts_of_gordOur profoundest apologies to anyone who's trying to have a nice quiet moment by the fire. Gordon's been dreaming again. He jerks awake sharply, glancing around with the disoriented look of someone whose REM cycle was forcibly interrupted, but-
No. No Alyx. No Vortigaunts. No- no nothing.
Just a dream.
It felt awfully real, though.
Possibly, for a very good reason...
[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Alyx Vance, D0G, Barney Calhoun]
No. No Alyx. No Vortigaunts. No- no nothing.
Just a dream.
It felt awfully real, though.
Possibly, for a very good reason...
[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Alyx Vance, D0G, Barney Calhoun]
Heading Back
Oct. 4th, 2008 10:36 pmseaweedbrain.livejournal.comI've been putting it off for ages (or, you know, weeks) but I'm pretty sure it's time for me to head back. Something about getting splashed in the face this morning in the bathroom (from the sink! the sink!) just told me that I needed to use my door and get back to the real world.
So one pizza slice, two cans of blue coke, and a brownie later... I'm heading out the door.
See you around, Milliways. Hope I get to come back.
[tiny tag: percy jackson]
So one pizza slice, two cans of blue coke, and a brownie later... I'm heading out the door.
See you around, Milliways. Hope I get to come back.
[tiny tag: percy jackson]
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Oct. 4th, 2008 11:29 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy is by the observation window, staring rather dejectedly at the Holby Evening Post.
He's not sure what's worse, the fact that the Farmeade estate is in anti-paramedic violence again (though not quite at the riot level) or the fact that he recognises some of the targets in the picture.
He's not sure what's worse, the fact that the Farmeade estate is in anti-paramedic violence again (though not quite at the riot level) or the fact that he recognises some of the targets in the picture.
