Dec. 4th, 2008

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[OOM: Sometimes Raph needs a push. Alanna is perfectly happy to oblige. Millitimed to about three weeks ago.]
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Earlier this evening, while there was still some light outside, River went out to ride Boukephalos.

She was warmly enough dressed, or close to it, in sweater and coat and boots. But it's still December in a magical approximation of Scotland, which means cold: she's windblown and red-cheeked, now, and the hands currently cradling a mug of hot chocolate may still be a little cold.

She's tucked into her habitual armchair by the fire, curled up and staring abstractedly at nothing.

If she seems distracted -- well. It's River.

But she may have reason for introspection.
[identity profile] appletuner.livejournal.com
One Kanon, in the bar, sitting on the ground near the fireplace. He's got an old pair of A-T skates opened up, and he's fussing around with the insides with the care of a doctor attempting brain surgery. There's various parts scattered around him, old ones being ditches and new ones presumably waiting to be installed.

[tinytags: kanon, bridget]
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OOM:

48°52.6′S 123°23.6′W, the oceanic pole of inaccessibility, is also known as Point Nemo for its extreme distance from any landmass whatsoever.

With the possible exception of the sunken landmass at 47°9′S 126°43′W, anyway.

A certain fishing vessel would never have traveled there if they'd known that.
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Early on the morning of the 4th, several very brightly colored signs went up around the bar. These signs were decorated with all manner of glitter, and shiny ribbons, and perhaps a touch of magic to make them hard to miss:

BONFIRE AT BEACH - TONIGHT
(Birthday party for Atton Rand)

Cake. S'mores. Snacks. Fireworks.
Rum and bonfire to keep you warm.

OPEN TO ALL.


Now, a short while before the sunset, out by the beach, there is a rather impressive bonfire already going on the sand. Up towards the trees a bit, there are some tables with snacks, stuff to make s'mores, a cake, and cups next to a large cask that is labeled 'RUM'. The cask will never run dry. There are sparklers for the cake, later. And fireworks. A table for presents, if anyone brought any. Basically, come eat, drink, and celebrate.

[ooc: OPEN! Feel free to add subthreads if you want. ALL PUPS ARE WELCOME. OPEN UNTIL...WELL, THE END OF THE UNIVERSE.]

TINYTAGS: Charlie Monroe
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There's a distracted Shang Warrior seated at Bar. He's hoping that being out of his Tortallian garb will help with the matter currently at hand: Outing himself to Abigail.

If the state of the notebook in front of him is any indication, it's not working.

His distraction begins to convert itself into frustration. Once that's done it's all downhill into down into outright anger. Rule breakers beware, Raph's also sporting his Security Badge today.
[identity profile] candied-rabbit.livejournal.com
It's early afternoon in Momiji's world, right now. More importantly, it's early afternoon in Momiji's world on a school day. And even more importantly, the rabbit-boy who should be in class on said school day is, instead, sitting at the Bar and slowly working his way through what looks to be a small bowl of oatmeal. As if that's not enough proof that he's skipping, he still in his pink pajamas, which few sane people would ever dare to wear in public.

Someone's alarm clock died, this morning, you see. Which might explain why the rabbit-boy is still graced by a somewhat sleepy expression, as he picks at his food. Still, he can hardly complain about accidentally getting the day off from school, even if he probably will get chewed out about it by someone.

For the moment, though, he's just having a very, very late breakfast. Passersby should beware - it can't be too long before his hyperactive side kicks in.
[identity profile] shoeless-ed.livejournal.com
"Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer
Had a very shiny nose
And if you ever saw it
You would even say it glows...
"

For those who have been keeping count, Ed is belting out "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" for the nineteenth time in the row. Very loudly. And off-key. She is also wearing a Santa hat and wrist and ankle straps studded with jingly bells. Ed the singing, jingly, crazy kid wonder is currently sitting on a rafter above the bar, swinging her legs in time to her singing to produce rhythmic jingles.

Please, for the love of God and sanity, someone distract her and shut her up.
[identity profile] song-of-stars.livejournal.com
A Muse. A Bar. This is becoming habitual. Tonight, she settles herself on a cushion of air behind the bar, draped in filmy purple and blue, and surveys the scene and calls out

"Spiced hot drinks, anything you fancy, half off!"
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OOM:

Meanwhile, in the Caribbean, the Ghostbusters touch down in search of a way to stop Gozer.

And things get worse.
[identity profile] sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com
[Millitime to before Rachel's OOM]

It was time to go and the two Nobodies are more than ready. Xaldin stops to leave a note at the Bar for those who have expressed interest in Xigbar and Xaldin )

Either or both of them can be caught on their way out.

[tags: Xigbar, Xaldin
Post open until they return. Possibilities of epic slows due to work schedules and deadlines exist.]
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[OOM: A few days ago, Jamie and Helen talked a few things out (to some extent, anyways) and came to a decision.]

Jamie has been looking twitchy for the past few weeks now - but today he seems twitchier than usual, and he keeps glancing at the stairs like he's waiting for someone.

Where are Helen and Joris? It can't take that long to pack their things up.

Jamie himself, who is used to traveling on the minimalist side of 'light', has a small bag slung over his shoulder and is half-sitting, half-leaning on his stool - like he's not planning on settling in.
[identity profile] eisenheimhaus.livejournal.com
Because the mun hasn't EPed in awhile and could use a nice distraction, there is a fifteen-year-old boy at a table, sketching out the finer details of an upcoming project. He may venture out to the party by the lake later, but right now he is working on mechanics of the swivel-seam of a small wooden oval.

No lemonade with ice cubes in today. He's concentrating!

[tinytag: eisenheim]
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Sam, post-party, is lounging on a sofa by the fire. He'd been vaguely smart for the party - no tie of course, but a nice red shirt - but there are one or two buttons missing from the bottom now and he looks entirely relaxed.

He's mildly tipsy - he drank a lot of rum, plus one or two Atlanteans - but functionally so, and is currently amusing himself with a cats-cradle of magic. He's also entirely botherable.

~

Molly had also put in an appearance at the party, but there were too many adults there for it to be interesting. She came in when it got cold, having somehow acquired a pink heart-shaped balloon, and is now sitting at the bar with it, drinking hot chocolate and people-watching a little sleepily.

~

An eighteen-year-old Minerva McGonagall, meanwhile, has not been to the party: too many complete strangers, and she spends more than enough time out by a lake in the cold when she's at school. Instead she's taking a break from prefect duty to cosy up on another sofa by the fire with a butterbeer and a book - Hogwarts: A History. She's read it so many times she can (and probably does) recite passages from it in her sleep, but it's comfortable reading. She wouldn't object to conversation, however.

[OOC: Open til forever. Belated car keys bait for BLU Medic and Mary Lennox for Sam, Sariel Rager and Diego the sabertooth for Molly, and for X-23 and Diego again for Minerva! I know, I know, I suck.]

Tiny tags: Bela Talbot, Cal Chandler
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OOM: Gordon and Alyx's Happy Fun Time Adventures in the Ninth Sub-Basement of Hell*.

*Parking garages in Newark never change.


[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Alyx Vance]
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Guppy has had rum at Atton's birthday party.

He's now flopped on a sofa, asleep in a bizarre position that looks like he could either fall off entirely, or wake up to find loss of all sensation in his arm.
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A Barman steeped in thought wanders out from the Staff Hallway. There's a pad of paper under one arm, a well used pencil behind one ear, and for what must be the first time in recorded history every single pocket of his cargo shorts actually being utilized for what they were designed for.
Who is this model craftsman?
This paragon of of carpentry?
This guru of home repair?

Well if his workshirt is to be trusted his name is Mike and his business is Shredder Removal