Nov. 9th, 2008
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Nov. 9th, 2008 02:01 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
derewigejude.livejournal.comIsaac.
The Wandering Jew.
Immortal.
Hollow Man.
Lunatic.
Anyway, the young man is standing by the observation window, watching the universe collapse.
Just watching.
[ The Wandering Jew ]
The Wandering Jew.
Immortal.
Hollow Man.
Lunatic.
Anyway, the young man is standing by the observation window, watching the universe collapse.
Just watching.
[ The Wandering Jew ]
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Nov. 9th, 2008 04:59 ambenloserz.livejournal.comBen is up and about again.
Well, not really 'about', he is sitting near the fireplace and playing his guitar: it is a song he heard about from a pretty nice lady, and he felt compelled to try.
An audience is welcome, of course.
[ Open until it tumbles into the void. ]
Well, not really 'about', he is sitting near the fireplace and playing his guitar: it is a song he heard about from a pretty nice lady, and he felt compelled to try.
An audience is welcome, of course.
[ Open until it tumbles into the void. ]
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Nov. 9th, 2008 01:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aimedforthemoonThere is, the Russian astronaut thinks, something terribly reassuring about mathematics. The majority of it, anyway, and today she's really not in the mood to get into areas where there are questions and/or philosophical quandries. No, what she is is in the mood for is something nice and easy to keep in practice.
She's also not in the mood for silence, which is why she is downstairs and doing algebra.
Of course, given everything lately (Cal Billy Teddy battle), she seems to be spending more time staring off into space and thwaking her pencil against the table than actually doing sums.
tiny!tag: bela talbot, cal chandler, bella moriarty, the russian astronaut
She's also not in the mood for silence, which is why she is downstairs and doing algebra.
Of course, given everything lately (Cal Billy Teddy battle), she seems to be spending more time staring off into space and thwaking her pencil against the table than actually doing sums.
tiny!tag: bela talbot, cal chandler, bella moriarty, the russian astronaut
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Nov. 9th, 2008 03:51 pmsleazeoverstyleHEY. This place. Just like he wanted, and a note: maybe it's just a case of right place right time, or maybe Bar's sick of takin' his gil. Whatever it is, shit yeah, he'll tend bar for a couple hours instead of drinkin' his life away. There's plenty of time for that after.
Since he was 18 he's worked for Shin-Ra and pourin' drinks behind a bar wasn't ever part of Turks training. But fuck it. If other people can do it, so can he. There's a little book that shows how to mix a bunch of drinks and if he can't figure it out, there's always hey, that's how they make that drink on my planet, pal. The specials board's already filled out for him:
Specials
Wutai Pale Ale
Icicle Run
Sex in the Red Zone
One bottled ale (easy), one beer on tap (also easy), and one drink with a name after his own heart: he maneuvers himself lightly over the bar and takes a minute to get familiar with the setup back here. Shit, he's spent enough time and money on the other side of the bar to qualify at least as an honorary bartender. How friggin' hard can it be?
"All right. I get it, it's my turn. Take it easy on me, would ya?" Yeah, yeah, like he needs that: he ain't never turned away from somethin' new just 'cause he had no idea what he was doin'. He always figures it out sooner or later.
[ETA: Thanks everyone! Slowtime now, y/n?]
Since he was 18 he's worked for Shin-Ra and pourin' drinks behind a bar wasn't ever part of Turks training. But fuck it. If other people can do it, so can he. There's a little book that shows how to mix a bunch of drinks and if he can't figure it out, there's always hey, that's how they make that drink on my planet, pal. The specials board's already filled out for him:
Wutai Pale Ale
Icicle Run
Sex in the Red Zone
One bottled ale (easy), one beer on tap (also easy), and one drink with a name after his own heart: he maneuvers himself lightly over the bar and takes a minute to get familiar with the setup back here. Shit, he's spent enough time and money on the other side of the bar to qualify at least as an honorary bartender. How friggin' hard can it be?
"All right. I get it, it's my turn. Take it easy on me, would ya?" Yeah, yeah, like he needs that: he ain't never turned away from somethin' new just 'cause he had no idea what he was doin'. He always figures it out sooner or later.
[ETA: Thanks everyone! Slowtime now, y/n?]
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Nov. 9th, 2008 04:04 pmisaysimplewordsIt's been such an eventful twenty-four hours that, when Cal finally thinks to check the calendar, the discovery that he's lost over a month gets put on the backburner.
There was a lot of stuff about DNA and things called nanogenes that Cal just barely caught the basics of, since he was a bit disoriented at the time - his head still hasn't quite cleared - but the upshot of it is: he's alive.
He's not really sure what to do with that yet.
The nanogenes have had a myriad of other effects, too, wiping away scars and years of other kinds of damage, and leaving Cal in ideal condition for a man of his age, height, and build, but right now that's something others are more likely to take in. Cal hasn't quite noticed yet, other than to roll his sleeves up to just below his elbows for the first time in years.
Right now, he has decaf coffee with enough cream and sugar to satisfy an average coffee drinker for a week, which is soothingly familiar, and a letter from the Bar that popped up alongside it, which is anything but.
( the letter )
Having it all clearly laid out is a relief, even if the contents themselves are a little overwhelming.
He may look preoccupied, fiddling with the letter and glancing frequently toward his door, but he could use someone to talk to.
There was a lot of stuff about DNA and things called nanogenes that Cal just barely caught the basics of, since he was a bit disoriented at the time - his head still hasn't quite cleared - but the upshot of it is: he's alive.
He's not really sure what to do with that yet.
The nanogenes have had a myriad of other effects, too, wiping away scars and years of other kinds of damage, and leaving Cal in ideal condition for a man of his age, height, and build, but right now that's something others are more likely to take in. Cal hasn't quite noticed yet, other than to roll his sleeves up to just below his elbows for the first time in years.
Right now, he has decaf coffee with enough cream and sugar to satisfy an average coffee drinker for a week, which is soothingly familiar, and a letter from the Bar that popped up alongside it, which is anything but.
( the letter )
Having it all clearly laid out is a relief, even if the contents themselves are a little overwhelming.
He may look preoccupied, fiddling with the letter and glancing frequently toward his door, but he could use someone to talk to.
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Nov. 9th, 2008 04:29 pmprob-japanese.livejournal.comWhatever happens at home with the big reveal and its aftermath, one thing remains certain: building stuff to the Autobots' scale is expensive. The American government doesn't really have that kind of budget at this point. Thus, Bee hasn't asked about a training grounds for his own skills as opposed to mere target practice. He just comes to Milliways instead. Weighing only 240 pounds and being human-sized means you can use most human-scale equipment instead.
Or, you know, the rafters, which probably shouldn't be considered equipment. That's where the little yellow-and-chrome mech is at the moment, doing his best to emulate the unstable ground forms of an unarmed combat form called 'circuit-su' without having a partner.
He's not trying to be especially quiet, but Bee's the polite sort. He'll stop making a fuss if it bothers people.
Or, you know, the rafters, which probably shouldn't be considered equipment. That's where the little yellow-and-chrome mech is at the moment, doing his best to emulate the unstable ground forms of an unarmed combat form called 'circuit-su' without having a partner.
He's not trying to be especially quiet, but Bee's the polite sort. He'll stop making a fuss if it bothers people.
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Nov. 9th, 2008 04:37 pmgotham-knocking.livejournal.comIt's the question on everyone's lips, even as Gotham finally has its mayoral election, even as the Democratic candidates gather in Iowa and New Hampshire for the first votes in a matter of weeks: Where is Lex Luthor? Sightings of the criminal mastermind are as common as Elvis sightings, and as real. He has gone underground? Left the country? Is he planning some fresh revenge on Superman, or working a long con the way he did in the old days?
Knox is among those who are wondering and waiting. In his case, though, that means whether there is a column in the offing. And just who Luthor really is. To that end, he's ready a strange and somewhat self-serving interview Lex gave to Raoul Duke in 1987. It's entertaining, and utterly full of crap. Knox laughs every so often, even as he knows that you can't entirely laugh at a man whose schemes include sinking the West Coast into the sea to sell the real estate.
Come see what's making him laugh so nervously.
Knox is among those who are wondering and waiting. In his case, though, that means whether there is a column in the offing. And just who Luthor really is. To that end, he's ready a strange and somewhat self-serving interview Lex gave to Raoul Duke in 1987. It's entertaining, and utterly full of crap. Knox laughs every so often, even as he knows that you can't entirely laugh at a man whose schemes include sinking the West Coast into the sea to sell the real estate.
Come see what's making him laugh so nervously.
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Nov. 9th, 2008 05:48 pmlissla-lissar.livejournal.comLissar drops off a note at the bar,
And then she sits. She's willing to take people to see him if asked.
Organization XIII,
Demyx says it was kingdom hearts.
~Lissar
And then she sits. She's willing to take people to see him if asked.
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Nov. 9th, 2008 05:54 pmiron-irina.livejournal.comThe lost kingdom of Akator.
It is supposed to be a legend, nothing more.
But Irina Spalko can't help but be absolutely fascinated.
The Crystal Skull, host to the unknown, and possibly even the key to all the power and knowledge of the universe. (And maybe even a chance to discover the meaning behind her gifts.) And if she could get her hands on it ...
If the Colonel looks a little distracted as she enters the bar today, it's because she is.
-- no, screw it, a shot of vodka.
tiny tag: irina spalko
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Nov. 9th, 2008 06:23 pmfindaconstant.livejournal.comDan is seated at a table near the Window this evening, eyes glued not to the chaos outside, but to the book sitting in front of him.
He's got his notebook out, too, which he's jotting down notes in every so often — but his gaze hasn't left the book's pages for the last hour.
The book? The Forces of Matter by Michael Faraday. Bar provided him with a copy when he asked for some coffee.
The coffee's still sitting on the bartop.
[tinytag; Daniel Faraday, Hey!Arnold]
He's got his notebook out, too, which he's jotting down notes in every so often — but his gaze hasn't left the book's pages for the last hour.
The book? The Forces of Matter by Michael Faraday. Bar provided him with a copy when he asked for some coffee.
The coffee's still sitting on the bartop.
[tinytag; Daniel Faraday, Hey!Arnold]
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Nov. 9th, 2008 06:46 pmnotagagagirl.livejournal.comShe left without Fury. She just wanted to see how the Bohemians were getting on, and if there'd been any problems.
She discovered, fairly quickly, that no one had a problem with asking for requests when there wasn't a big burly guy in purple standing behind her.
Hours (days) later, the door opens, and one very tired, very hungry, very sore teenager with an electric guitar slung across her back slumps into the room.
Long gig.
She discovered, fairly quickly, that no one had a problem with asking for requests when there wasn't a big burly guy in purple standing behind her.
Hours (days) later, the door opens, and one very tired, very hungry, very sore teenager with an electric guitar slung across her back slumps into the room.
Long gig.
alertcommandoThe door swings open and a ragged figure covered in bruises stumbles in: Tanya's simply legs give up and she slumps to the floor, still clutching a handgun tightly. The woman looks like she saw hell up close and personal, from the emaciated face to the wild gaze and to the general looks of one who was in the losing end of a merciless beating.
Well, she was. And worse.
Much worse.
Dazed, Tanya will take a few moments to notice she is not on the deck of the Midway.
[ Tanya Adams ]
[ Before tagging, please read Disclaimer. Not plotlocked, open until it falls off the front. ]
Well, she was. And worse.
Much worse.
Dazed, Tanya will take a few moments to notice she is not on the deck of the Midway.
[ Tanya Adams ]
[ Before tagging, please read Disclaimer. Not plotlocked, open until it falls off the front. ]
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Nov. 9th, 2008 08:44 pma1enzoYou know those puzzle games where you have to push blocks around? Yeah, so the main reason Users like playing those is because they don't actually have to push the blocks. Those things are heavy, man.
Still, it's awesome to be able to help in the Games during vacation. Giving himself a little Game time is the main reason he hasn't gone to visit Userspace yetand it has nothing to do with prethreading at all.
Tired but self-satisfied young sprite on a sofa with his third energy shake of the evening. (It was a very tiring Game.)
Still, it's awesome to be able to help in the Games during vacation. Giving himself a little Game time is the main reason he hasn't gone to visit Userspace yet
Tired but self-satisfied young sprite on a sofa with his third energy shake of the evening. (It was a very tiring Game.)
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Nov. 9th, 2008 09:12 pmnot_lugosiOut of Milliways: Because Bela has exquisite taste, she insists on accompanying X-23 on her search for an apartment. Since exquisite taste is irrelevant to X, this makes for an interesting day.
OOC: Warnings for Marvelverse San Fransisco geography. No Ikeas were harmed in the making of this thread.
OOC: Warnings for Marvelverse San Fransisco geography. No Ikeas were harmed in the making of this thread.
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Nov. 9th, 2008 09:43 pmguppy_sandhu[oom: One day at a time. Warning for mild medical detail.]
Guppy is outside, conducting a rather pathetic attack on the punching bag as a means of working off some stress.
Every now and again he pauses to rub his knuckles, or to quietly tell the bag off for bouncing back at him. It just makes him feel like a prat if the bag is winning.
Guppy is outside, conducting a rather pathetic attack on the punching bag as a means of working off some stress.
Every now and again he pauses to rub his knuckles, or to quietly tell the bag off for bouncing back at him. It just makes him feel like a prat if the bag is winning.
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Nov. 9th, 2008 10:53 pmostro_gothThere is a very small grey kitten, exploring the bar, and sniffing the legs of chairs, tables, and sometimes even people.
But it never strays very far from the dark-haired Goth in the Tyrian purple cloak, who is sitting by the fireplace quietly plucking the strings of his harp.
But it never strays very far from the dark-haired Goth in the Tyrian purple cloak, who is sitting by the fireplace quietly plucking the strings of his harp.
