(no subject)

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Malcolm comes casually down the steps and heads over to the bar for his usual late-night drink, just like he does most nights. Of course, it's been several weeks since he's been seen in the bar, but he doesn't seem to be aware of that. Not that he'd be surprised. But he might be a little relieved for the reprieve from Hallowe'en.




[tiny tags: demeter, charles munroe, rem, tanya adams]

(no subject)

[harmitwithspark.livejournal.com]

One thing the extra hands at 'home' were good for was in depth scouting. The sheer number of worlds she could receive information on without spreading her people too thin was terrifyingly large. It was still frustrating, in as much as she could be frustrated, to stay at home...but she still had the Dancers to watch out for.

She...may have lost one or two. She wasn't sure, given the inexact number of said Nobodies, but she could have and that was a problem. Her problem though. She was just stopping in now to give Zexion the lists he'd requested a month ago.

Or that was the plan...

{Diverted tag: Larxene}

(no subject)

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

Xaldin splits the air above Milliways and steps out into it, heading for the bar without pause. Zexion has a heart. He needs to see this for himself.

[Wheresoever you tag, tag with all your heart: Xaldin, Lexaeus, Zexion]

(no subject)

[notmagicweapon.livejournal.com]

Mia's been having a busy weekend, so she's sent Nash in the bar with a rucksack.

"Reduced from a potential Premier to a delivery boy of the Guild," he grumbles. "What is the world coming to?"

As usual, he has no right to complain; he was the one who turned down the position. For now. With everything that's been going on and his once a week (if not more) dose of Dreamless Sleep, he doesn't think he's ready for everything that being a Premier would take.

Though some would disagree, there is a difference between being a Premier of Vane and being the Guildmaster's monkey boy.

"Excuse me, Bar, but this is supposed to go to-" He checks the name on the note. "-Hermione Granger? Well, if that's what it says."

Nash takes a seat and asks for a drink, receiving his very first hot cocoa.

"Huh. The stuff they come up with here..."

[Monkey Boy Tag: Nash Rumack]

(no subject)

[srspirate]

His first mistake this evening, was wandering into Milliways sober.

It's been more than a month since the Bar first pulled him in. You would think the novelty might have worn off by this point.

But, as aforementioned, his first mistake was wandering in sober.



You will find one disappointingly uninhibited French pirate on a stool near the observation window.

Staring.


[tiny!tag: Porthos]

ooc: Warnings for random periodic slowtimes throughout the evening, as I wander.

Happy Hour!

[callmemajor]

Lorne sits down at the bar and asks for something to make invitations with.

The bar graciously* provides him with the appropriate** implements on the grounds that he help out with Happy Hour.

As such, there are two signs posted in short order. One is the specials board, quickly scribbled out:

Specials:
Half-off anything hot

The other is more colorful, and is equally quickly scribbled out. It looks about like so:




There's a stack of hand-drawn (and very accurate) maps with directions to the cabin in front of this sign.


*For a given value of graciously.

**For a given value of appropriate.



Tiny!tag: Evan Lorne

[ooc: Open until midnight-ish PST, or whenever the mun passes out.]

(no subject)

[acts_of_gord]

[OOM: When last we saw our heroes, Alyx had sent Gordon into the Citadel's reactor core to restabilize the thing before it could overload completely.

It's tougher than it sounds.

Fortunately, so is he; and once the job's done, our heroes must make their escape from the Citadel itself....]



[Spoilers for Half-Life 2: Episode 1. Tinytags: Gordon Freeman, Alyx Vance.]

(no subject)

[young_gun_billy]

[oom: I swear I'm gonna live forever
Tell my maker he can wait
I'm riding somewhere south of heaven
Heading back to Santa Fe ]

(no subject)

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

It definitely takes some getting used to but after awhile one comes to realize that a humanoid shape has certain advantages. You can, for example, lay on a couch by the fireplace without risk of it collapsing. And couches, as it turns out, are extremely comfortable. At least that seems to be the conclusion Cerberus has reached if the sprawling lounge is any indication. Eyes closed, head propped up on the couch's arm, an absolutely blissful expression on his face, the young man snores gently. Occasionally a limb twitches.

(no subject)

[bring_a_sponge]

Zed hasn’t been in the bar for a while, so it’s possible people have forgotten what he looks like.

Probably not this much, though.

“Whoa!”

Agent ‘Zed’ struts over to the bar, where a bourbon a beer and a pack of cigs appear as he takes a seat.

“No wonder he’s been holding out on dis place!”

‘Zed’ lights up, takes a long puff, and surveys the prospects.

Oh, yeah. Looking real good.

The Annelid Worm Man in Black swings around, makes a suave jerky move with his cig, and goes, “Hey, baby, what’s your name?”

To, uh, just about everybody with curves within earshot.

(no subject)

[yucca-isnt-porn.livejournal.com]

After spending the recent holiday with Whistler and Suzi, Mother is all ready to get back to work on his precious project in the garage. He's got to be ready for his road trip come spring after all.

But first, he's got to make a circuit of his spy cameras, see which are working, and which aren't and which got eaten/crushed/sat on by the residents. Which is why the fat conspiracy nut doesn't pay any mind to the bright pink karaoke machine he's getting close to. That is until it lights itself up, and he finds himself straightening up as if at salute, as if he were a puppet on a string. As the music and synthesized backup singers start playing, he starts doing a dance that should only be attempted by a hot black man in a suit.

"Nah nah nah
The good guys dress in black remember that
Just in case we ever face to face and make contact
The title held by me MIB~"

Hide the children, the machine has struck again.

[Black shades, black suit tinytag: Darryl 'Mother' Roskow]

(no subject)

[bluespells.livejournal.com]

Billy Kaplan has had strange dreams since he was a baby. Usually they involved a woman in red, and a robot, and another boy who looked just like him.

Sometimes there were demons.

This is something else entirely, but the seven-year-old takes it in stride. This isn't in his closet every other morning when he goes to get dressed, it can't be there now. Completely logical.

Still, he is a little nervous about being here alone.

His dreams tend to end badly.

Couldn't resist tag: Billy Kaplan