OOM

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

(Millitimed to some time ago.)

In which we discover that Atlantean and hellhounds should not mix

They mix about as well as Gorgons and agricultural dieites. Er...

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[mycursedface]

When Medusa sweeps in through the front door, bangles jangling and snakes hissing, there isn't a single clue to the fact that for her, it's been...years.

Not that she could say how many, she's always been utterly terrible with time. Blame a childhood and early adolesence spent in a world without season if you want, but mostly she just...doesn't care.

At least, she didn't.

Now, she might, if only because she does not care for her town (yes, her town; the humans settled near the caves, they are in her territory, they are hers) being threatened by raiders.

And Medusa being Medusa, when she sweeps in today with a jangle of bangles and a chorus of softly hissing snakes, she looks rather unsettled.

[ooc: open until it falls off the front page]

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[notagagagirl.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Music is about love, your Baby, and emotional blackmail.)

One ragged, thin, dirty, and frankly stunned rocker chick trips backwards through the front door, arms flailing.

Not exactly how she planned on making her return. Or when, actually.

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[rt-5478.livejournal.com]

It's that time of year again.

Which time? The time when Artie breaks out the card table and the rainbow nametags, that's which time.

National Coming Out Day
We're Here, We're Weird, Get Used To It

Artie's a little more prepared than last year; this time he thought to bring some pamphlets about the holiday, which are stacked on the corner of the table. Most of the table, however, is taken up with nametag stickers proudly stating "I Am ________ And I'm Proud Of It!". Artie's own nametag is filled in with "I Am a gay transgenic gerbil And I'm Proud Of It!".

Come chat about the holiday or just grab a badge to show your pride!

[ooc: Open for tags through Monday, October 13. Any pup who picks up a sticker will get a matching icon! ADDENDUM: From now on, new tags will get a sticker, but no conversation. Sorry, guys, I'm tapped out.]


[tinytag: Arnold, BLU Heavy, Demyx, Lorne, Pan, Paul Varjak, the Russian Astronaut, Ryan Evans, Tanya Adams, Teddy Altman, Weyland, Zexion]

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[notagagagirl.livejournal.com]

OOM: A revolution comes to Planet Mall. Coincidentally, so does Sir Nicholas Fury.




Tiny tag: Scaramouche, Sir Nicholas Fury

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[idolovestories.livejournal.com]

Drosselmeyer has not been in the bar for the past week. Today is different.

Drosselmeyer is sitting in his rocking chair and sipping his ubiquitous cup of tea as he watches the various patrons of the bar. He is already beginning to put together a list in his head. A list of characters.

A story is beginning to take shape.


((Again, if you are wondering who Drosselmeyer is: a helpful post.))

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[ostro_goth]

Teja is sitting by the fireplace, having breakfast and quietly observing those that are having an early morning meal, like he is. Are some that might be lovers having their breakfast together? Does, perhaps, one seek to combat the aftermath of drink from the night before?

The Goth himself is having his usual breakfast -- tea and bread, moretum and cured meat.

By his feet, the two cats are casually curled up. Teja has observed that now they may go everywhere, they do follow him around for entertainment at times, vanishing for hours on end to hunt at others.

Or perhaps, they now merely hope that he would accidentally drop a piece of cured meat?


[[tiny tag: xaldin]]

bartending!

[antishinra]

Tonight's Specials:
Absolute Heaven
Blue Heaven
Almost Heaven


Tonight's theme is probably not the hardest one to ever figure out, but the small smile on Tifa's face and the humming coming from her as she puts away her chalk and gathers her hair in a ponytail both say she's not so homesick that she's not content to do her work.

On the contrary, her shift's one of only times all those other thoughts fade away into background noise.

Her smile turns into a grin as she ties an apron around her waist. "Can I get anybody a drink?"

[ooc: Thanks for the tags, guys! A little later than advertised, we're taking these babies slow from this point on.]

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[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM:

After X-23 lost her home, Susannah Toren was one of the people to offer a little shelter from the storm.

This week, X-23 took her up on it for a few days.]

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[fever-crusade.livejournal.com]

Martha Kent hasn't been this happy in years.

After months of work, work, and more work, her healthcare bill has finally passed in the House and the Senate (by a good margin, too!) and is on its way to the president. It's her first major victory as a U.S. Senator, but as usual, the widow has no one to celebrate with back home. And with her son so busy these days, no one to tell.

Sitting at a corner table, she is celebrating alone with a bottle of champagne and chocolate, attempting to focus on the thrill and pride of the day rather than the pathetic loneliness of the moment.

After all, someone's bound to try to hound in on her champagne, right?


[tinyville tag: martha kent]

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[boundxkitty]

Elizabeth is currently laying stomach down in front of the fireplace. She has a rather large bowl of buttered popcorn, a large glass of coke with a straw so sipping it laying down isn't awkward, and a laptop with noise coming from it. Currently the noise is murmured talking from the people on screen. Eventually though, there will be screaming.

Horror movie for October after all.

Feel free to poke her. Just don't poke the laptop and you'll be good.

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[gavemea_45]

Dean had headed for the bar a while ago; Sam had waved him on ahead, saying that he wanted to get the new entry in their dad's journal written up first. He figures his brother knows it's more an excuse than anything, but as long as Dean doesn't push, it'll be fine.

"...he thinks you're a murderer, and he's afraid that he's going to become one himself, 'cause you're all part of something that's terrible. And I hope to hell that he's wrong, but I'm starting to get a little scared that he might be right."

Sam had been glad to see the last of Guthrie, Oklahoma. It's too bad he can't leave being a psychic freak behind as easily.

"Screw it." He slams the journal shut and stuffs it in his bag, opens the door to Milliways, and heads straight for the bar.


[ETA: Just as an fyi for anyone who'd notice such things, Sam's got a cast on his right forearm and hand.]

[Tiny Tags: X-494, Cardea, Meg Ford]

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[always-okay.livejournal.com]

( 494 is three years old and more than capable of taking care of himself. )

The door doesn't open into the hallway. 494 was sure this was the door that opened into the hallway. They go through it every morning and every evening. Right now, during the night, it seems to open onto a big room full of people.

That's interesting.

Fearlessly, because he's not afraid of anything, 494 steps through, intent on exploring.

[[tinytag: bela talbot, x5-494 (alec) -- um. yes.]]

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[walksthebounds]

It's usually extremely easy for Jamie to lose track of time. There's hardly any point to keeping tabs on it; it's different everywhere in any case. This goes, if anything, doubly true in Milliways.

But in recent days he's been having more difficulty with this. He catches himself tapping his fingers against tables or checking the walls for clocks that aren't there. Mostly this is because their time in Milliways is starting to add up to more than 'long enough' in his head.

He's tapping his fingers against a table now, in fact, without really thinking about it, and trying to think of new ways to drop hints to Helen and Joris that perhaps it ought to be time for them to move on.

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[bringonthewonder]

Life is so much better once the difficult decisions are made, even with something that is still not likely to be remotely pleasant looming. But that's a topic for another night.

For now, she has a good mood, her sketchbook, a hamburger and some truly amazing fries, a good glass of wine, and an iPod, music up a little on the loud side.

Completely botherable. Or, given the volume on the music, completely startleable, if you're into that sort of thing.

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[q_in_training]

Hear that? The choir of angels singing the Hallelujah chorus in the background?

That's because Mac's done with her midterms and has landed smack in the middle of a three-day weekend.

And...smack in the middle of Milliways, too, apparently. There's half a second where she balks at the door, remembering just how awesomely things went the last time she was here, but she shakes it off with a small sigh and heads inside. A minute later, she's claimed her usual armchair, soy hot chocolate, and book that has zero to do with anything computer science related.

(This time, it's World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War.)

Her bag's kinda hanging out in the middle of the aisle, though. Be careful that you don't trip over it.



[Tinytag: X5-494 (who now comes in pints!)]

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[stargypsy.livejournal.com]

[OOM: A job offer.]

The front door splits in half down the middle and slides apart rather than swinging open as usual. A preoccupied-looking woman in a full environment suit takes a few steps through and comes up short when she notices where she is. She sighs, then, with an odd mix of mild irritation and relief.

After her recent meeting, she needs time to wind down. She left one of her partially finished quilts with the Bar the last time she was here, so she goes and retrieves it before sitting down on the couch by the fireplace. There, she tries to distract herself with some needlework.

She probably wouldn't mind being distracted with conversation, actually.

[Small Alien Tag: Tali'Zorah nar Rayya]

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[mechanicalswans]

Weyland is outside the forge, shirtless, covered in soot, enjoying a beer and the cool evening air and contemplating a soul in a vial.

So many possibilities.

What does one do with a soul? He had intended to build it into that time machine he has been planning, but it seems like a waste to do that now.

Botherable, but startling him is probably not a good idea.

[tiny tag: weyland]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is near the fireplace, trying to retrieve his pager, which just dropped under the chair out of reach.

His arm isn't quite long enough...

multipup post!

[untiedtheknots]

Artemis is in a booth with a nifty sticker and nachos. You are welcome to ask her about either.

Mary Anne, on the other hand, is at a table and has neither sticker nor nachos. She does, however, have a margarita in a glass the size of a fishbowl. (It's also bright blue.) She's not sure why Bar thought she needed one this big, but she's giving it the old college try. There's also some extra straws sticking out of it, if anyone's interested in sharing.

[ooc: two pups, one mun! The milliversary post that didn't make it up last night b/c of internet connectivity death! Tag either of the girls; wide open through Tuesday.]

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[stilljustandrew]

Andrew's at a table with several books, none of which seem to have what he's looking for (and also with a finally standardized narration-dialogue style, of which he is of course entirely unaware).

At the moment, the largest of the books is open in front of him. On one page is a detailed woodcut of a tall gaunt figure with deep-set eyes; he's currently reading the facing page, and making notes in his pocket notebook. And possibly muttering a little under his breath.

Distractable, but also entirely likely to start talking shop. Ye be warned.


[Chronology note: All threads below come before Crowley's except for Wesley's, which has been millitimed to a few days later.]

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[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

Xaldin is outside the bar, pacing. He's not going to go within unless he must, but he is present in the event that Somebodies might become allies, or allies require something of him.

Monday Oct. 13: This post is still open.

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[gonna_live]

[It's a start.]

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[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

The Medic is humming far too cheerfully under his breath for it to mean anything good for anyone as he enters the Bar today, but he has good reason for it! And it doesn't involve anybody dying!

... well, anybody who wasn't already dead, anyway.

Um.

Cleaned-up, newly-coated, not-on-fire-at-all Medic inna bar?



[tinytag: BLU Medic]