Dec. 15th, 2008
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Dec. 15th, 2008 10:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hecu_marineIn Adrian Shephard's original when (2001) and where (Arizona, albeit originally West Virginia), tech toys were a little bit hard to come by if you weren't already a massive geek or nerd or something. In his current when (2021) and where (somewhere outside what used to be Pittsburgh), they're just plain hard to come by, period.
In Milliways it's completely another story.
Shephard asked the Bar for something he could screw around with that'd make a good break from his efforts to write down everything he could recall about Marine Corps training and tradition. He got a knee-high robot dinosaur, and from the look of things it is an object of nearly endless fascination.
Please don't step on the robot T-rex. It would make the Marine very unhappy and then there would be an enormous mess.
[tinytag: Adrian Shephard]
In Milliways it's completely another story.
Shephard asked the Bar for something he could screw around with that'd make a good break from his efforts to write down everything he could recall about Marine Corps training and tradition. He got a knee-high robot dinosaur, and from the look of things it is an object of nearly endless fascination.
Please don't step on the robot T-rex. It would make the Marine very unhappy and then there would be an enormous mess.
[tinytag: Adrian Shephard]
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Dec. 15th, 2008 10:26 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
hands-of-blu.livejournal.comEver since the red and blue doors appeared in Milliways, it has been amazingly busy at the headquarters complex known as 2fort. On both sides. Just an absolute, unmitigated zoo.
In other words it's pretty much been business as usual, which is why after it's all said and doneand the last few threads are resolved, of course the Medic comes strolling into Milliways by the main door, quite as if nothing had happened. Because really, other than some new people showing up out of nowhere and joining the fray, it really hasn't.
He might smell a little of dank places and explosive residue if one is inclined to check for such things, but only a little. He did clean up before coming in, after all.
[tinytag: BLU Medic, Cata, Team Fortress 2 plot]
In other words it's pretty much been business as usual, which is why after it's all said and done
He might smell a little of dank places and explosive residue if one is inclined to check for such things, but only a little. He did clean up before coming in, after all.
[tinytag: BLU Medic, Cata, Team Fortress 2 plot]
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Dec. 15th, 2008 11:13 amgone_byebyeThere are terrible, terrible things under Wollman Rink in Ray's New York City. When the reek started, the operators didn't say anything at first, just sent in inspectors. When the whispering started, they got worried. When the lights started moving under the ice, that was when they sent for the Ghostbusters.
It would probably be more accurate to say there used to be terrible things down there.
Anyway, the point is that Ray had work today, and he's done with it, and if you want him he's outside at lightsaber practice with a disgruntled training drone. If he never hears the words 'ice tentacles' again it will be too soon.
[tinytag: Annabelle Newfield]
It would probably be more accurate to say there used to be terrible things down there.
Anyway, the point is that Ray had work today, and he's done with it, and if you want him he's outside at lightsaber practice with a disgruntled training drone. If he never hears the words 'ice tentacles' again it will be too soon.
[tinytag: Annabelle Newfield]
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Dec. 15th, 2008 12:00 pmikissdhimbckKatherine is sitting at a table in an out-of-the-way corner, looking both like she is trying to avoid someone, and like she is deeply distracted by something.
She is so distracted, in fact, that she doesn't even notice the Door back home has reappeared.
(NOTE: If you've been meaning to thread with Katherine, now might be the time to do it, as she will be leaving the bar to go through canon by the end of the week. I welcome new pups and friends of Katherine alike [and it goes without saying, that slowtimes are always love].)
[tiny!tag: Miss Katherine Barlow, Dan Evans, Demeter, Charlie Monroe, Billy Kaplan, Ben Wade]
She is so distracted, in fact, that she doesn't even notice the Door back home has reappeared.
(NOTE: If you've been meaning to thread with Katherine, now might be the time to do it, as she will be leaving the bar to go through canon by the end of the week. I welcome new pups and friends of Katherine alike [and it goes without saying, that slowtimes are always love].)
[tiny!tag: Miss Katherine Barlow, Dan Evans, Demeter, Charlie Monroe, Billy Kaplan, Ben Wade]
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Dec. 15th, 2008 12:07 pmhisimprlmajesty.livejournal.comThe Emperor is very happy to find himself in Milliways today. He had thought the Bar had gone and left him behind or no longer cared for his company. In addition, he is sick and the company of friends is also preferable to solitude when one is ill.
Thus he heads straight to the bar and says, fumbling for his handkerchief, "A bowl of chicken noodle soup and a hot tottie if you please my dear Lady Bar." He barely catches the loud sneeze as the steaming bowl and glass appear. "Ah Lady Bar, I have missed you."
Thus he heads straight to the bar and says, fumbling for his handkerchief, "A bowl of chicken noodle soup and a hot tottie if you please my dear Lady Bar." He barely catches the loud sneeze as the steaming bowl and glass appear. "Ah Lady Bar, I have missed you."
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Dec. 15th, 2008 01:08 pmkillitwithfireThe couch in front of the fire has an Axel slouched in it. He might be napping; his eyes are closed, anyway, and his breathing is deep and even.
He's not actually asleep though, and someone who knows him - or someone who's particularly observant - might notice.
He's not actually asleep though, and someone who knows him - or someone who's particularly observant - might notice.
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Dec. 15th, 2008 01:19 pmcallmemajorLorne's hanging out at the bar this afternoon with a cup of coffee and a burger, contemplating his door.
He's tired of fighting its pull, and he's tired of being torn between wanting to stay with Jack and needing to find out what happened to the city.
He'll be heading through it once he finishes his burger.
tiny!tag: Evan Lorne
[ooc: Open 'til it scrolls off.]
He's tired of fighting its pull, and he's tired of being torn between wanting to stay with Jack and needing to find out what happened to the city.
He'll be heading through it once he finishes his burger.
tiny!tag: Evan Lorne
[ooc: Open 'til it scrolls off.]
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Dec. 15th, 2008 01:35 pmchildofathosFor once Teyla (still obviously pregnant) is glad she hasn't been as active on the team lately. She has absolutely no desire to join John and Rodney on their diplomatic mission. (Nor to watch them falling all over themselves to win the attention of the planet's two princesses.)
She'd much rather be where she is, sipping tea by the fire in Milliways.
tiny!tag: Teyla Emmagan
[ooc: Open 'til it scrolls off.]
She'd much rather be where she is, sipping tea by the fire in Milliways.
tiny!tag: Teyla Emmagan
[ooc: Open 'til it scrolls off.]
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Dec. 15th, 2008 02:09 pmlicensed-pro.livejournal.comCharlie is exceedingly tired, upon coming into the bar after a much-wanted shower; enough to find an open couch and stop there, lying back over one arm. Technically, yes, he should still be in the infirmary. But practically, he is so not going back there.
He'll talk, maybe. Not guaranteeing how long he'll stay awake, but he'll make an effort.
He'll talk, maybe. Not guaranteeing how long he'll stay awake, but he'll make an effort.
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Dec. 15th, 2008 04:03 pmiopenthings[OOM: In which there is an impromptu meeting, and one very old book ends up with a cracked binding.]
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Dec. 15th, 2008 04:07 pmawretchedfigure.livejournal.comGustav von Aschenbach is writing.
It's anyone's guess why he's decided to do so, down in the Bar - in truth, the long-absent urge struck so suddenly, while he was having a drink, that he was afraid to waste time heading up to his room. So, he just borrowed a (very antique-looking) typewriter from Frau Bar, and now he's sitting on a stool, hunched over and clacking away at the keys. He works coolly and methodically, despite his bent posture...and, somehow, despite his slight, grim frown, he's managing to radiate a sort of contentment.
Unfortunately, in a setting like this, it's inevitable that something will eventually snap his concentration.
It's just that, given the strain, he might have to throw the typewriter at whatever that thing is.
It's anyone's guess why he's decided to do so, down in the Bar - in truth, the long-absent urge struck so suddenly, while he was having a drink, that he was afraid to waste time heading up to his room. So, he just borrowed a (very antique-looking) typewriter from Frau Bar, and now he's sitting on a stool, hunched over and clacking away at the keys. He works coolly and methodically, despite his bent posture...and, somehow, despite his slight, grim frown, he's managing to radiate a sort of contentment.
Unfortunately, in a setting like this, it's inevitable that something will eventually snap his concentration.
It's just that, given the strain, he might have to throw the typewriter at whatever that thing is.
A boy and his....raptor.
Dec. 15th, 2008 04:22 pmbasic_powersThe raptor is all too happy to go bounding through the snow for the prize.
Said boy is now hiding in a booth with his hands on the biggest mug of cocoa he can hold, with a stack of smores and one very testy little raptor on watch near his boy.
Alarming tags: The Old Firm
Return of the Hanyou
Dec. 15th, 2008 04:39 pmnew-moon-sucks.livejournal.comOne minute he's opening the sliding door into the room he was sharing with Miroku and the next, he finds himself smack dab in the middle of a very familiar bar. There is only one way to properly define his confusion and that's with two words.
"Aww, shit."
[OOC:
mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.comTwo--well, I suppose you could call them 'men'--are sitting by the lake. Despite being human in shape, one looks like a fox and the other like a wolf. Something about their faces, maybe, and the way they move.
They are playing with a large selection of torture devices and a struggling demon rabbit. Join at your own risk.
Tiny Terrible Tags: Old Firm, Jekyll and Hyde, Billy Kaplan
They are playing with a large selection of torture devices and a struggling demon rabbit. Join at your own risk.
Tiny Terrible Tags: Old Firm, Jekyll and Hyde, Billy Kaplan
Happy Hour!
Dec. 15th, 2008 05:31 pmmogget_catThere's an albino, female-shaped being behind the bar, tonight, putting up the Specials Board where people can see.
1/2-off Specials!
Baby Aspirin
Cool Kid
Whippersnapper
After Eighteen
Man of the Moment
Top Banana
Salty Dog
Grumpy Old Man
Old Crusty
Once the Specials Board is up, Yrael stretches, grinning.
"Evening, Milliways. What'll it be?"
(ooc:Being called to supper. Will return shortly. Back! Collapsing for the night. Slowtimes will be tagged on the morrow! <3)
Baby Aspirin
Cool Kid
Whippersnapper
After Eighteen
Man of the Moment
Top Banana
Salty Dog
Grumpy Old Man
Old Crusty
Once the Specials Board is up, Yrael stretches, grinning.
"Evening, Milliways. What'll it be?"
(ooc:
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Dec. 15th, 2008 05:58 pmseewhatyoumean.livejournal.comCass has always liked the rafters. They are fun and high and out of the way.
It is that last trait which she is making use of at the moment. Since there are very few people who spend time up so high, she can move much more quickly. Currently she's going through a series of modified katas. Up and down the length of the wooden beams with flips and leaps and twists between them thrown in for good measure.
It's actually pretty impressive, as much for the fact that she makes almost no sound to draw attention as for the acrobatic skill required.
It is that last trait which she is making use of at the moment. Since there are very few people who spend time up so high, she can move much more quickly. Currently she's going through a series of modified katas. Up and down the length of the wooden beams with flips and leaps and twists between them thrown in for good measure.
It's actually pretty impressive, as much for the fact that she makes almost no sound to draw attention as for the acrobatic skill required.
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Dec. 15th, 2008 08:36 pmcutting_edgex23Milliways' newest Security member is downstairs tonight, finishing off a quick dinner of soup and sandwiches. Her hair is slightly damp which, given the lake is iced over, doubtless means a shower was involved somewhere.
Maybe she just finished training.
She's got her laptop open, looking over maps again. Maps of the continental United States. Occasionally she'll mark a city in red, then expand the view and make a long series of notes.
Someone is Purifier-hunting, looks like. She's good at this. And it means--
Well, it means other people do not have to waste their time.
What passerby might not realize is that, even in the midst of a furor of typing, half her attention is on the room. Or maybe more than half.
[ooc: Post open until it falls off the front page.]
Maybe she just finished training.
She's got her laptop open, looking over maps again. Maps of the continental United States. Occasionally she'll mark a city in red, then expand the view and make a long series of notes.
Someone is Purifier-hunting, looks like. She's good at this. And it means--
Well, it means other people do not have to waste their time.
What passerby might not realize is that, even in the midst of a furor of typing, half her attention is on the room. Or maybe more than half.
[ooc: Post open until it falls off the front page.]
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Dec. 15th, 2008 08:38 pmblinkandyoumiss.livejournal.comDespite last night's events, Bart is still inna bar. Admitted, corner booth that gives him a comfortable two-wall protection and keeping an eye out around the Bar, but.
Yes.
Also doodling. Cause it's a Thing.
Yes.
Also doodling. Cause it's a Thing.
Forge post
Dec. 15th, 2008 08:42 pmostro_gothHaving made sure that his sign is still there, on the notice board, and not covered by other notices, Teja goes to the forge early in the day, to start his work.
It is a cold day, with snow on the ground, and not much light all through the day; it is less than a week to the solstice. Hence, the cats are inside, by the forge fire, rolled up in an empty log basket, in a pile that is white in parts, and stripey in parts, and overall very furry. A triangular ear is sticking out here and there, or the tip o a tail, or a paw; and from time to time, one turns and yawns, showing small but powerful predator fangs, and then goes back to sleep.
Teja is working quietly, sitting at his work-bench and polishing pieces made from layered precious metal, folded like blade-steel; the colourful material calls for simple, stylised shapes, smooth forms instead of complex, naturalistic finery; but Teja has learned to design such shapes even when he was young, as the Goths had picked up that style in the eastern lands where they had lived in peace before the Huns unsettled them. They had not had such wood-grained layered metals, that is a new technique Teja learned of from the artisans of Japan; but if he makes things of them that would have been made of wood, among his people and their neighbours, then the overall effect will feel comfortable and traditional, combining two traditions that mean much to him.
The door is open, though, and all visitors, be they customers or just curious, friends or strangers, will be welcome in the warm forge, on this cold day.-
[[OOC: The usual -- forge post open until it scrolls off the page!]]
It is a cold day, with snow on the ground, and not much light all through the day; it is less than a week to the solstice. Hence, the cats are inside, by the forge fire, rolled up in an empty log basket, in a pile that is white in parts, and stripey in parts, and overall very furry. A triangular ear is sticking out here and there, or the tip o a tail, or a paw; and from time to time, one turns and yawns, showing small but powerful predator fangs, and then goes back to sleep.
Teja is working quietly, sitting at his work-bench and polishing pieces made from layered precious metal, folded like blade-steel; the colourful material calls for simple, stylised shapes, smooth forms instead of complex, naturalistic finery; but Teja has learned to design such shapes even when he was young, as the Goths had picked up that style in the eastern lands where they had lived in peace before the Huns unsettled them. They had not had such wood-grained layered metals, that is a new technique Teja learned of from the artisans of Japan; but if he makes things of them that would have been made of wood, among his people and their neighbours, then the overall effect will feel comfortable and traditional, combining two traditions that mean much to him.
The door is open, though, and all visitors, be they customers or just curious, friends or strangers, will be welcome in the warm forge, on this cold day.-
[[OOC: The usual -- forge post open until it scrolls off the page!]]
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Dec. 15th, 2008 09:01 pmfiery_ringCarlotta is up in the rafters, thinking whilst balancing upside down.
She's elated because she's made a new friend, probably even a potential best friend, but can't help worrying that she's losing a current friend.
Such are the dillemmas of school life.
[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]
She's elated because she's made a new friend, probably even a potential best friend, but can't help worrying that she's losing a current friend.
Such are the dillemmas of school life.
[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]
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Dec. 15th, 2008 09:04 pmwill_scarlett[After finding himself in a new place, Will adapts and finds some friends then finds them again.]
He appears in the Bar with a curse and blinks since he's unarmed and in the Bar, he's not hurt just confused and smelling of a rather dirty battlefield with lots of explosives.
(OOC: Last thread is still in progress and warning for insanity and violence in the links.)
Tiny tags: Blu Medic, Red Scout, The Heavy, Charles Monroe, Scaramouche
He appears in the Bar with a curse and blinks since he's unarmed and in the Bar, he's not hurt just confused and smelling of a rather dirty battlefield with lots of explosives.
(OOC: Last thread is still in progress and warning for insanity and violence in the links.)
Tiny tags: Blu Medic, Red Scout, The Heavy, Charles Monroe, Scaramouche
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Dec. 15th, 2008 09:05 pmyoung_tmriddleTom spent a sleepless night visiting the main painting portals (of which there are many) in the House of Arch, ensuring his wards are firmly in place. His work is not quite done, however.
He walks in through the House of Arch painting and spends a few moments in whispered conversation with the dogs, who put down their cards immediately and soon begin to growl deep in their throats. Nodding to them, his face devoid of its usual easy-going charm, Tom makes his way to Bar.
A note addressed to Ingress appears before he can place down any of his own parchments. He reads it since he has no qualms as to taking the parental prerogative. Bar gave it to him for a reason. He conjures a blank piece of parchment to begin an additional note to the writers.
He has several notes to leave, as this is the first threat to the House since Blodwen, the White Rider, infiltrated his home. This threat is different for Tom. Years ago when he took the nightmares of Ingress and Door when Nyarlathotep terrorized the patrons of Milliways, he also took their terror of Croup and Vandemar. Tom is furious, but for the first time in a long time, he is more than a little scared, although he would never, ever admit it.
( To Jenny and Bart )
( To Yrael, To Merriman Lyon )
( To Draco )
( To Moiraine )
( To Andrew Wells, Raph, Mal Reynolds, Queen Amy, Henry Wellard, Mary Lennox, Nita Callahan - A copy of this note is attached to the painting to Milliways in the House of Arch front gallery for all teaching staff and guests) )
He leaves the notes with Bar and returns to the House. There is more charmwork that needs doing.
He walks in through the House of Arch painting and spends a few moments in whispered conversation with the dogs, who put down their cards immediately and soon begin to growl deep in their throats. Nodding to them, his face devoid of its usual easy-going charm, Tom makes his way to Bar.
A note addressed to Ingress appears before he can place down any of his own parchments. He reads it since he has no qualms as to taking the parental prerogative. Bar gave it to him for a reason. He conjures a blank piece of parchment to begin an additional note to the writers.
He has several notes to leave, as this is the first threat to the House since Blodwen, the White Rider, infiltrated his home. This threat is different for Tom. Years ago when he took the nightmares of Ingress and Door when Nyarlathotep terrorized the patrons of Milliways, he also took their terror of Croup and Vandemar. Tom is furious, but for the first time in a long time, he is more than a little scared, although he would never, ever admit it.
( To Jenny and Bart )
( To Yrael, To Merriman Lyon )
( To Draco )
( To Moiraine )
( To Andrew Wells, Raph, Mal Reynolds, Queen Amy, Henry Wellard, Mary Lennox, Nita Callahan - A copy of this note is attached to the painting to Milliways in the House of Arch front gallery for all teaching staff and guests) )
He leaves the notes with Bar and returns to the House. There is more charmwork that needs doing.
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Dec. 15th, 2008 09:27 pmfourth-hero.livejournal.comIt's gentle, and quiet, but there's music coming from the front door, or possibly just behind it. A slow, melodic, music box tune, simplistic and soothing in that ever so slightly unnerving way that seems inherent to all music boxes.
After the last note plays, the door heaves open, letting through a flurry of snow, the loud noises of a busy street (full of yelling, horses, people singing carols, carriage wheels) and, after a moment or two, a boy of not-quite ten, brushing snow off his too-big, tattered, patched coat, that has likely seen better days.
The bar's warm, which for the moment is all the incentive he needs to close the door and stay.
After the last note plays, the door heaves open, letting through a flurry of snow, the loud noises of a busy street (full of yelling, horses, people singing carols, carriage wheels) and, after a moment or two, a boy of not-quite ten, brushing snow off his too-big, tattered, patched coat, that has likely seen better days.
The bar's warm, which for the moment is all the incentive he needs to close the door and stay.
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Dec. 15th, 2008 09:31 pmnot_lugosiKilling indiscriminately with no consequences is good therapy for finding out the one person you'd trust your deepest darkest demon-related secret to will bring it up with someone who happens to be Satan (probably).
Bela hasn't been in the bar for, oh, a good month-and-a-half since she escaped what lay behind the red door. She hasn't wanted to come, really.
She looks fabulous, at least, as she sits at a table in the middle of the room. No booths for her tonight. She is her old self. Her heart is hard once more. Nothing matters.
Teensy tag: Bela Talbot, Cal Chandler
Bela hasn't been in the bar for, oh, a good month-and-a-half since she escaped what lay behind the red door. She hasn't wanted to come, really.
She looks fabulous, at least, as she sits at a table in the middle of the room. No booths for her tonight. She is her old self. Her heart is hard once more. Nothing matters.
Teensy tag: Bela Talbot, Cal Chandler
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Dec. 15th, 2008 09:42 pmscurlockThe blue door near the front door blows open with the sound of an explosion with some force behind it, and someone backs in the door, with a good sized shotgun in their hands.
BLAM!
"AND YOU STAY DEAD THIS TIME," click-click "YOU FARGIN' SON OF A--"
BLAM!
Doc racks the shotgun, one handed, and then looks behind him, realizes he's in Milliways...and then promptly kicks the door shut with one booted foot, before he slings the scattergun over his shoulder and makes his way for the bar.
[team fortress 2 plot, and the link is still on-going, say sorry. botherable.]
BLAM!
"AND YOU STAY DEAD THIS TIME," click-click "YOU FARGIN' SON OF A--"
BLAM!
Doc racks the shotgun, one handed, and then looks behind him, realizes he's in Milliways...and then promptly kicks the door shut with one booted foot, before he slings the scattergun over his shoulder and makes his way for the bar.
[team fortress 2 plot, and the link is still on-going, say sorry. botherable.]
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Dec. 15th, 2008 10:52 pm2020sightThere is a pair of very large boots up on a table, connected to a pair of very long legs, connected to a very tall man . . .
Who is snoring very loudly, with a newspaper covering his face.
Very classy.
That glass of very fine whiskey on the table is probably feeling very abandoned.
Who is snoring very loudly, with a newspaper covering his face.
Very classy.
That glass of very fine whiskey on the table is probably feeling very abandoned.
