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tiny!tag: dominic greene
tiny!tag: dominic greene
Dec. 20th, 2008
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Dec. 20th, 2008 01:03 amgotaheadstart.livejournal.comIt's not that she's never seen a bar before.
But one that magically seems to appear when she opens the door to the clinic? That's a first.
She doesn't know what to do at first, so she settles for taking a seat in one of the booths, clasping her hands in front of her. She's due for an appointment with drug representatives in half an hour, and somehow she doesn't think the excuse of, "oh, sorry I'm late, I was sucked into a magical tavern" will fly with them.
All she can do now is wait and pray that things don't get even weirder.
Welcome to Milliways, Lisa Cuddy.
[tiny tag: ben wade, xaldin]
[ooc: thread's gone to slowtime, but all tags are welcome.]
But one that magically seems to appear when she opens the door to the clinic? That's a first.
She doesn't know what to do at first, so she settles for taking a seat in one of the booths, clasping her hands in front of her. She's due for an appointment with drug representatives in half an hour, and somehow she doesn't think the excuse of, "oh, sorry I'm late, I was sucked into a magical tavern" will fly with them.
All she can do now is wait and pray that things don't get even weirder.
Welcome to Milliways, Lisa Cuddy.
[tiny tag: ben wade, xaldin]
[ooc: thread's gone to slowtime, but all tags are welcome.]
First Arrival
Dec. 20th, 2008 01:46 amaranprime.livejournal.comThere is a new, bright star on the sky above Milliways.
Or perhaps it is not s star, but something else.
Like a starship: flying lower, becoming clearly visible, orbiting the area then finding a good open spot where to land.
It settles to hovering nine feet above ground, humming low.
Now, the question is: how long until someone comes investigate?
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Or perhaps it is not s star, but something else.
Like a starship: flying lower, becoming clearly visible, orbiting the area then finding a good open spot where to land.
It settles to hovering nine feet above ground, humming low.
Now, the question is: how long until someone comes investigate?
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Dec. 20th, 2008 04:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mogget_catThe mun can't sleep, so she feels that her pup shouldn't be allowed to, either.
But her pup has his own ideas.
There's currently a very fashionable fur stole coiled on the back of the couch. It's silky and soft, a brilliant white, but whoever decides to wear it might want to do something about the faint kitty-snores coming from it.
zzZ
But her pup has his own ideas.
There's currently a very fashionable fur stole coiled on the back of the couch. It's silky and soft, a brilliant white, but whoever decides to wear it might want to do something about the faint kitty-snores coming from it.
zzZ
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Dec. 20th, 2008 08:37 am500-year-shaman.livejournal.comThe front door opens, and with it comes a gust of hot desert air. Anyone familiar with the Sahara would probably recognise the glimpse that comes with it, before the door is shut.
Anyone who's met Hao... will probably not recognise the look of profound sorrow etched on his face.
He's carrying something, today. Something tiny, and bundled up in the end of his cloak, that moves every now and then.
His eyes are fixed on the bar, and that's where he's headed.
((tag plus one: Asukura Hao))
Anyone who's met Hao... will probably not recognise the look of profound sorrow etched on his face.
He's carrying something, today. Something tiny, and bundled up in the end of his cloak, that moves every now and then.
His eyes are fixed on the bar, and that's where he's headed.
((tag plus one: Asukura Hao))
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Dec. 20th, 2008 10:53 amno-saber.livejournal.comTraining droids. They're wonderful to use for saber practice when you don't have someone to spar with (one human who's been stripped of his Force ability and one human who's weird have been discounted (perhaps wrongly) as sparring partners in this twi'lek's book), and after her last match against her master, she's well aware she needs more practice.
No one ever said anything to her about how if you activate more than, say, one, the others won't just stay on the ground until you ask for them.
She's really wishing someone had.
One rather harried padawan, out back, doing her damnedest to block incoming bolts, and mostly getting shot.
You know, sometimes being a Jedi just isn't fun.
No one ever said anything to her about how if you activate more than, say, one, the others won't just stay on the ground until you ask for them.
She's really wishing someone had.
One rather harried padawan, out back, doing her damnedest to block incoming bolts, and mostly getting shot.
You know, sometimes being a Jedi just isn't fun.
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Dec. 20th, 2008 11:28 amaimedforthemoonFlight Officer Yazycova is not pleased. This is also exceedingly obvious from the way she slams the front door behind her and stalks towards the bar.
She is also swearing under her breath. In Russian, fortunately, as eight years in the military plus eleven being raised by a solider has made sure that she not only knows what all the words mean, but how to use them.
Not to mention if she actually told the man to poshol k yobaniy materi to his face, and he had been from the Caucasus, he would have considered it a mortal insult.
Not that the Mon Calamari in question is from a part of the Soviet Union, but he does outrank her, and habits die hard.
She needs a drink.
And no, she hasn't reached the bottom of her vocabulary yet.
tiny!tag: the russian astronaut.
She is also swearing under her breath. In Russian, fortunately, as eight years in the military plus eleven being raised by a solider has made sure that she not only knows what all the words mean, but how to use them.
Not to mention if she actually told the man to poshol k yobaniy materi to his face, and he had been from the Caucasus, he would have considered it a mortal insult.
Not that the Mon Calamari in question is from a part of the Soviet Union, but he does outrank her, and habits die hard.
She needs a drink.
And no, she hasn't reached the bottom of her vocabulary yet.
tiny!tag: the russian astronaut.
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Dec. 20th, 2008 12:46 pmwhatsatisfiesme.livejournal.comGilbert's in a bad mood, today.
He's still tired from a late night, the evening before. The head of the dining hall caught him while he was trying to slip out the door with his lunch - and a gaggle of other boys at the table across from him had decided that flicking spoonfuls of their food at him was the proper method of warding him off, afterwards. He has a paper in Latin that he still hasn't found someone to do for him. And, worst of all, that little twit that Karl shoved into his room is still there.
Given all this, when he settles in front of the bar, he heaves a delicately frustrated sight, drumming his fingers across the top of it. Halfway through doing so, however, he finds that they're no longer touching the wood. Instead, there's a hardcover book, a French translation of A Light in the Attic underneath his hand, with a grilled cheese sandwich settled on a plate beside it.
"What?"
The boy gawks, staring downwards, quite baffled. He didn't order that at all!
He's still tired from a late night, the evening before. The head of the dining hall caught him while he was trying to slip out the door with his lunch - and a gaggle of other boys at the table across from him had decided that flicking spoonfuls of their food at him was the proper method of warding him off, afterwards. He has a paper in Latin that he still hasn't found someone to do for him. And, worst of all, that little twit that Karl shoved into his room is still there.
Given all this, when he settles in front of the bar, he heaves a delicately frustrated sight, drumming his fingers across the top of it. Halfway through doing so, however, he finds that they're no longer touching the wood. Instead, there's a hardcover book, a French translation of A Light in the Attic underneath his hand, with a grilled cheese sandwich settled on a plate beside it.
"What?"
The boy gawks, staring downwards, quite baffled. He didn't order that at all!
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Dec. 20th, 2008 12:58 pmthecommonerIt's not Christmastime back in Bunkyō. Not even were one to squint in that direction.
But Haruhi graciously accepted the mug of peppermint cocoa when it appeared.
[Tiny Tag: Haruhi Fujioka]
But Haruhi graciously accepted the mug of peppermint cocoa when it appeared.
[Tiny Tag: Haruhi Fujioka]
First Entry
Dec. 20th, 2008 01:37 pmthe_old_beanThe young man who wanders into the Bar today hardly looks surprised at all to find himself in the Bar at the End of the Universe. Possibly this is because he hasn't realized yet that he's not where he meant to be.
"I say," he says, to no one in particular as he pulls off his coat and gloves. "Has the Drones undergone some renovations? Dashed quick job it was. I was just in here yesterday."
tiny!tag: Bertie Wooster
"I say," he says, to no one in particular as he pulls off his coat and gloves. "Has the Drones undergone some renovations? Dashed quick job it was. I was just in here yesterday."
tiny!tag: Bertie Wooster
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Dec. 20th, 2008 02:23 pmcommand_dot_comAfter having to lay off several employees from the office, Dot's had a harder time hiring new people. Part of that is due to Dot own paranoia regarding possible threats, and given the fact that those sacked employees secretly supported her number one pain-in-the-ASCII, she's been going over the backhistory of every employee applying for the new jobs.
There just aren't enough microseconds in the cycle to get it all done, so this afternoon, Dot's blatantly abusing the time-slowing properties of Milliways to get it done and over with. Thus there is a very pregnant looking green woman, reclining on a couch, with a screen floating in front of her face.
She won't object to some company.
There just aren't enough microseconds in the cycle to get it all done, so this afternoon, Dot's blatantly abusing the time-slowing properties of Milliways to get it done and over with. Thus there is a very pregnant looking green woman, reclining on a couch, with a screen floating in front of her face.
She won't object to some company.
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Dec. 20th, 2008 03:25 pmfriend_of_lucyTumnus was not expecting the Bar to be in the kitchens today and looks up with a rather surprised blink since his thoughts were about baking things.
Then he just smiles since Milliways is a wonderful place and goes up to Bar to get some tea and think some more about what he's going to bake today.
Then he just smiles since Milliways is a wonderful place and goes up to Bar to get some tea and think some more about what he's going to bake today.
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Dec. 20th, 2008 03:27 pmwheatencrownDemeter is feeling thoughtful today as she looks through a guide book on Tuscany, trying to think of where might be someplace Teja and Charlie could have fun together.
Tiny tag: Demeter
Tiny tag: Demeter
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Dec. 20th, 2008 04:11 pmblinkandyoumiss.livejournal.comBart went to the bar for a refill on chicken soup. What he got was a note:
I'm beat. Take a bartending shift for me.
"Are you insane?"
After a few minutes of arguing with the bar, there was a specials board:
SPECIALS
Anything that doesn't require too much movement.
Your slightly woozy and definitely bewildered Bartender is behind the Bar, wearing a hastily provided sticker of dubious certification guaranteeing that he is 100% Guaranteed Germ-Free. He'd like his inner ear to get back with the program and stop making the room spin every few minutes or so.
Sigh.
Wee free tags: Billy Kaplan
{Very special GROUP PARTICIPATION edition! See backroom for details.}
I'm beat. Take a bartending shift for me.
"Are you insane?"
After a few minutes of arguing with the bar, there was a specials board:
Anything that doesn't require too much movement.
Your slightly woozy and definitely bewildered Bartender is behind the Bar, wearing a hastily provided sticker of dubious certification guaranteeing that he is 100% Guaranteed Germ-Free. He'd like his inner ear to get back with the program and stop making the room spin every few minutes or so.
Sigh.
Wee free tags: Billy Kaplan
{Very special GROUP PARTICIPATION edition! See backroom for details.}
A New Arrival
Dec. 20th, 2008 04:52 pmclean-sober.livejournal.comI think it's kind of funny; I think it's kind of sad that the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had...
I've been in crack houses--used to run one and thought my wife didn't know. I've been down in meth labs, on street corners, in beautiful suburban homes and held at gunpoint by tweaked out junkies. All in the name of helping others to help myself.
Of course, at the moment, I'm really hoping someone will help me by telling me what the hell's going on. Unless I'm on a case, the bar isn't my scene, and this place doesn't look like anywhere I've ever been before.
If I didn't know I was clean, I'd swear this was a hallucination. I don't know how I got here--the last thing I remember is walking into my apartment.
I've never blacked out straight.
"Where am I?"
[tiny tag: William Banks]
I've been in crack houses--used to run one and thought my wife didn't know. I've been down in meth labs, on street corners, in beautiful suburban homes and held at gunpoint by tweaked out junkies. All in the name of helping others to help myself.
Of course, at the moment, I'm really hoping someone will help me by telling me what the hell's going on. Unless I'm on a case, the bar isn't my scene, and this place doesn't look like anywhere I've ever been before.
If I didn't know I was clean, I'd swear this was a hallucination. I don't know how I got here--the last thing I remember is walking into my apartment.
I've never blacked out straight.
"Where am I?"
[tiny tag: William Banks]
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Dec. 20th, 2008 05:57 pmprefermyown.livejournal.comShe smiled and placed a kiss on my waiting face
Promise what you will something good for me
Time will take it all and it will you'll see
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Dec. 20th, 2008 06:04 pmhero_farmboyClark knows how difficult it can be to find someone like him if they don't want to be found. Hell, when he'd run away, he's only gone as far as Metropolis and it took his parents months to find him, and that was only because he got sloppy.
None of this makes him feel any better about the fact that he can't find his cousin, aside from knowing that she's gone a lot further than Metropolis. And that she has a whole sky she can hang out in if she wants to.
So there is a worried Clark sitting by the fireplace, staring at a slowly cooling mug of coffee. Thinking.
[tiny super tags: Eirene, Billy Kaplan]
None of this makes him feel any better about the fact that he can't find his cousin, aside from knowing that she's gone a lot further than Metropolis. And that she has a whole sky she can hang out in if she wants to.
So there is a worried Clark sitting by the fireplace, staring at a slowly cooling mug of coffee. Thinking.
[tiny super tags: Eirene, Billy Kaplan]
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Dec. 20th, 2008 06:12 pmcutting_edgex23X slips in from out back, shaking snow from her hair as she fastens a Security badge to her belt.
After a momentary scan of the bar--checking for likely trouble areas--X stops by the bar to pick up her laptop. Then she slides into a corner booth, one foot propped on the seat in case she needs to move quickly, opens up said laptop, and gets to work looking busy.
It is a useful strategy. She will, however, eventually start paying more visible attention to room at large.
Particularly when a waitrat takes it upon itself to bring her dinner.
Someone, it would seem, has a set routine. Even if she did not intend to keep to it while she is on duty.
After a momentary scan of the bar--checking for likely trouble areas--X stops by the bar to pick up her laptop. Then she slides into a corner booth, one foot propped on the seat in case she needs to move quickly, opens up said laptop, and gets to work looking busy.
It is a useful strategy. She will, however, eventually start paying more visible attention to room at large.
Particularly when a waitrat takes it upon itself to bring her dinner.
Someone, it would seem, has a set routine. Even if she did not intend to keep to it while she is on duty.
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Dec. 20th, 2008 07:15 pmbasic_powersThere is a young boy, wrapped up in his sweatshirt and several blankets, sitting in the corner of a booth in the bar. You may not have noticed him come down there, and huddle up in his blankets, but he's there now. There's a mug of cooling cocoa in front of him, and next to the untouched plate of oreo cookies, a cat-sized black and gold raptor makes worried noises at his master from the table.
He hasn't had a very good night so far tonight, and from the look of things, he might've been crying earlier. What one can't see, until they come up close to him, is that inside of that sweatshirt, he's hugging a plush Optimus Prime.
Tyler Marlocke has had a bad night so far. At least down here, he won't be as likely to fall asleep.
Come say hi.
He hasn't had a very good night so far tonight, and from the look of things, he might've been crying earlier. What one can't see, until they come up close to him, is that inside of that sweatshirt, he's hugging a plush Optimus Prime.
Tyler Marlocke has had a bad night so far. At least down here, he won't be as likely to fall asleep.
Come say hi.
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Dec. 20th, 2008 07:32 pmdr_temperanceIf there is one thing that Brennan excels at, it's compartmentalization. It's a useful skill, especially during otherwise hectic times.
Next week, she and her father are flying out to Ohio, to participate in their first official family Christmas in over fifteen years. Brennan is looking forward to it, but it does leave her with a lot to get done.
On a number of fronts.
She started out this evening in the bar with work from the lab--a shattered skull in need of reconstruction. The skull is now pieced together, resting on a stand while the glue sets.
Its eyeless sockets are watching Brennan as she moves on to her next task--wrapping her nieces Christmas presents.
Brennan measures out a precise square of red and green paper (just enough to wrap a crystal-growing kit from the Jeffersonian gift shop) and sheers her scissors neatly through.
Next week, she and her father are flying out to Ohio, to participate in their first official family Christmas in over fifteen years. Brennan is looking forward to it, but it does leave her with a lot to get done.
On a number of fronts.
She started out this evening in the bar with work from the lab--a shattered skull in need of reconstruction. The skull is now pieced together, resting on a stand while the glue sets.
Its eyeless sockets are watching Brennan as she moves on to her next task--wrapping her nieces Christmas presents.
Brennan measures out a precise square of red and green paper (just enough to wrap a crystal-growing kit from the Jeffersonian gift shop) and sheers her scissors neatly through.
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Dec. 20th, 2008 07:55 pmgone_byebyeToday has been busy in more ways than one for Ray, which is about normal at this time of year. Yeah, they've had a lot of business around the city lately, but it's not as bad as he'd been afraid of, and there hasn't been a mysterious delegation of Canadians turning up on anyone's doorstep to report trouble in the frozen north, so really, he's happy. It doesn't take much to do that sometimes.
Milliways strikes him as a great place to get back to work on his experimental no-room designs- constructing the mathematics necessary to describe massively overlapping Holzmann field effects seems to flow more easily here. Whether that's the end of the Universe lending a hand or just the absence of Venkman he doesn't know, but either way, it's a good thing.
One human, one glass of bright blue liquid, one holocomputer displaying painfully complex mathematical equations in midair over his table, interruption-okay all around.
[tinytag: Bela Talbot, Billy Kaplan]
Milliways strikes him as a great place to get back to work on his experimental no-room designs- constructing the mathematics necessary to describe massively overlapping Holzmann field effects seems to flow more easily here. Whether that's the end of the Universe lending a hand or just the absence of Venkman he doesn't know, but either way, it's a good thing.
One human, one glass of bright blue liquid, one holocomputer displaying painfully complex mathematical equations in midair over his table, interruption-okay all around.
[tinytag: Bela Talbot, Billy Kaplan]
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Dec. 20th, 2008 07:57 pmdidntmakeitout.livejournal.comDoc Potter is not a strictly religious man.
He has ideas of Heaven and Hell, and they have occasionally given him pause for thought. He has not, however, made a habit of going to church every Sunday, and does not pray every night before going to sleep.
He is not a hero, or a gunslinger, not in the conventional sense. He does what he can to make a living, and is perhaps a bit friendlier than the next guy. On the other hand, he is not a villain, either. He has never committed any egregious crimes, and has long been content with the notion of marrying a perfectly nice woman, settling down, and raising a family.
So he isn't really sure where he expected to end up when he died, but this isn't it.
You might be able to gather this from his confused-but-still-coherent-enough-to-be-amused expression.
tiny tag: doc potter
He has ideas of Heaven and Hell, and they have occasionally given him pause for thought. He has not, however, made a habit of going to church every Sunday, and does not pray every night before going to sleep.
He is not a hero, or a gunslinger, not in the conventional sense. He does what he can to make a living, and is perhaps a bit friendlier than the next guy. On the other hand, he is not a villain, either. He has never committed any egregious crimes, and has long been content with the notion of marrying a perfectly nice woman, settling down, and raising a family.
So he isn't really sure where he expected to end up when he died, but this isn't it.
You might be able to gather this from his confused-but-still-coherent-enough-to-be-amused expression.
tiny tag: doc potter
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Dec. 20th, 2008 08:08 pmikissdhimbck[OOM: and know that I don't hate you
and know that I don't want to fight you
and know that I'll always love you
but right now I just don't...
She comes inside from her talk with Doc, a little long in the face, thoughts weighing heavy on her shoulders. She stops, and stares. And her door stares back.
Quietly, she shifts to the Bar, and writes a few ( notes )
That aside, she pays her tab and exchanges a few fond words with Lady Bar, before turning back to her door. She doesn't need to go upstairs and retrieve anything from her room.
Everything that she has is out there.
[tiny!tag: Miss Katherine Barlow]
Exit post: No tags, please.
and know that I don't want to fight you
and know that I'll always love you
but right now I just don't...
Millitimed to Wednesday - Doc and Katherine talk a few things out as best they can.]
She comes inside from her talk with Doc, a little long in the face, thoughts weighing heavy on her shoulders. She stops, and stares. And her door stares back.
Quietly, she shifts to the Bar, and writes a few ( notes )
That aside, she pays her tab and exchanges a few fond words with Lady Bar, before turning back to her door. She doesn't need to go upstairs and retrieve anything from her room.
Everything that she has is out there.
[tiny!tag: Miss Katherine Barlow]
Exit post: No tags, please.
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Dec. 20th, 2008 08:10 pmnot_lugosiPlenty of time has elapsed since Bela was last in the bar. She has wanted to stay away for most of it. In the last few days, though, she decided to take a chance and return. Fuck it. She might as well.
It's almost April. In May, she has an anniversary she doesn't want to think about. She's lonely and miserable. She misses her friends - even the one she wanted to never think about her again.
You would never know this by looking at her.
It's almost April. In May, she has an anniversary she doesn't want to think about. She's lonely and miserable. She misses her friends - even the one she wanted to never think about her again.
You would never know this by looking at her.
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Dec. 20th, 2008 08:19 pmofgreatinterest.livejournal.comWell.
To say the least, Dominic Greene is not exactly appreciative of the change in scenery. Of course, you'd never tell it from his expression. More out of instinct than anything else, he's quick to step away from the door, lest it open behind his back. Back now to a flat stretch of wall, he shifts most of his weight to one leg, affecting ease.
(Bars are not his usual venue. But facts like this have never stopped him from getting along perfectly well.)
Hands tucked in his pockets, he doesn't seem the least bit ruffled. To the contrary, there is a distinct look of amusement on his face, although whether this is simply covering up his annoyance or equivalent to it isn't clear.
Still.
There's something to be said for the sheer scale of the place.
tiny tag: dominic greene, cal chandler
To say the least, Dominic Greene is not exactly appreciative of the change in scenery. Of course, you'd never tell it from his expression. More out of instinct than anything else, he's quick to step away from the door, lest it open behind his back. Back now to a flat stretch of wall, he shifts most of his weight to one leg, affecting ease.
(Bars are not his usual venue. But facts like this have never stopped him from getting along perfectly well.)
Hands tucked in his pockets, he doesn't seem the least bit ruffled. To the contrary, there is a distinct look of amusement on his face, although whether this is simply covering up his annoyance or equivalent to it isn't clear.
Still.
There's something to be said for the sheer scale of the place.
tiny tag: dominic greene, cal chandler
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Dec. 20th, 2008 09:07 pmblumekinde.livejournal.comThe Door to Milliways opens to let in its next patron. Klara looks somewhat different than she did when she left the Bar five months ago. Her clothes are circa 2008 than 1900s. There's no evidence of any injuries.
And when she realizes where she is, her expression changes to one of delighted wonder.
"So this place is in the future, too!"
[tiny tag of flower power: klara prast]
And when she realizes where she is, her expression changes to one of delighted wonder.
"So this place is in the future, too!"
[tiny tag of flower power: klara prast]
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Dec. 20th, 2008 09:13 pmwaylostandfound.livejournal.com"Peter Pumpkinhead pulled them all
Emptied churches and shopping malls
Where he spoke, it would raise the roof
Peter Pumpkinhead told the truth
But he made too many enemies...
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?"
Oh my! (Spoilers for ep 12: Powerless)
Maybe the sound of gunshots echoed. Maybe there was the faint odor of gunsmoke, or the iron smell of blood.
But what was certain was a man suddenly in the bar, bloodstains on his button down shirt, and staining much of the front with red. Yet he seemed to be breathing. There was no pain. There wasn't much of anything right now. He blearily glanced around, stumbling his way into a chair. He almost seemed surprised to be sitting, and not sinking through it. There was a speech. People standing by him. Was he giving the speech? Was he standing by? He wasn't sure of anything right now.
[Tiny tag got some first aid: Lisa Cuddy]
Emptied churches and shopping malls
Where he spoke, it would raise the roof
Peter Pumpkinhead told the truth
But he made too many enemies...
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?"
Oh my! (Spoilers for ep 12: Powerless)
Maybe the sound of gunshots echoed. Maybe there was the faint odor of gunsmoke, or the iron smell of blood.
But what was certain was a man suddenly in the bar, bloodstains on his button down shirt, and staining much of the front with red. Yet he seemed to be breathing. There was no pain. There wasn't much of anything right now. He blearily glanced around, stumbling his way into a chair. He almost seemed surprised to be sitting, and not sinking through it. There was a speech. People standing by him. Was he giving the speech? Was he standing by? He wasn't sure of anything right now.
[Tiny tag got some first aid: Lisa Cuddy]
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Dec. 20th, 2008 10:05 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy's been mostly at home today, having won himself the rare treat of actually getting time off for Christmas, even if it is in the form of compassionnate leave rather than actual holiday.
He headed back in a short time ago to look out for Atton on return from his treasure hunt, and is now sitting at the bar eating a large doughnut, with pink icing and chocolate sprinkles.
He headed back in a short time ago to look out for Atton on return from his treasure hunt, and is now sitting at the bar eating a large doughnut, with pink icing and chocolate sprinkles.
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Dec. 20th, 2008 10:17 pmeightgauge.livejournal.comOOM:
"Hard to like a man who doesn't drink just a little."
"But not impossible."
Tiny tag with a big gun: Everett Hitch
"But not impossible."
Tiny tag with a big gun: Everett Hitch
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Dec. 20th, 2008 10:34 pmcapt_angieAngelina is sat at the bar drinking a glass of mulled wine. She's been Christmas shopping in Hogsmead all day, which is about as stressful as you think it would be times two.
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Dec. 20th, 2008 10:37 pmlaceandarsenic.livejournal.comGert is curled up on a sofa by the fire, eating popcorn and drinking hot chocolate. Old Lace is at her feet and every so often Gert throws a piece of popcorn at the large dinosaur who catches it in her mouth. Seriously, having Old Lace is just like having a very ;large and scaly puppy.
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Dec. 20th, 2008 11:06 pmscurlock[oom: letting go.]
When Doc wanders downstairs, he's taking his time in making sure he doesn't trip and fall on the way down the steps. He's tried to count them, before, but now he can't quite figure out how many there are.
Or aren't.
If the Bar is magic (is it magic?) are they really existing right now? Or is this all some crazy, whacked out dream? The window is real (he thinks, he's not sure...no, he thinks it's real) and the rats are real, and the chalk in his pocket is real. His fingers curl around the chalk (mineral dust bone white) and then he ends up at a table, eventually.
He settles on a chair (turned around backwards) and rests one arm on the back, then his chin on top of his arm. The other arm is attached to his hand, which is holding a piece of chalk.
That piece of chalk is currently being trailed over the tabletop (very, very slowly, wouldn't do to rush things) and leaving a line (a path) behind it. The artist (poet, doctor, teacher, outlaw, whatever the hell he is today) is botherable.
The narration makes no promises as to how much sense he'll make.
[ooc: I know this EP is up late, but to counter that, it will be open until Tuesday!!]
EDIT: Mun has gone to sleep. Threads will be picked up tomorrow, new tags welcome.
When Doc wanders downstairs, he's taking his time in making sure he doesn't trip and fall on the way down the steps. He's tried to count them, before, but now he can't quite figure out how many there are.
Or aren't.
If the Bar is magic (is it magic?) are they really existing right now? Or is this all some crazy, whacked out dream? The window is real (he thinks, he's not sure...no, he thinks it's real) and the rats are real, and the chalk in his pocket is real. His fingers curl around the chalk (mineral dust bone white) and then he ends up at a table, eventually.
He settles on a chair (turned around backwards) and rests one arm on the back, then his chin on top of his arm. The other arm is attached to his hand, which is holding a piece of chalk.
That piece of chalk is currently being trailed over the tabletop (very, very slowly, wouldn't do to rush things) and leaving a line (a path) behind it. The artist (poet, doctor, teacher, outlaw, whatever the hell he is today) is botherable.
[ooc: I know this EP is up late, but to counter that, it will be open until Tuesday!!]
EDIT: Mun has gone to sleep. Threads will be picked up tomorrow, new tags welcome.
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Dec. 20th, 2008 11:12 pmstuck-mynock.livejournal.com[OOM: Escape.]
Atton and Will come through the door, a little precariously (on account of the fact that Atton's leaning on Will quite a bit).
Atton's rather bruised, and there are new scars visible on his wrists, and over the collar of his shirt, but he grins when he sees Milliways.
Will gets tugged, rather insistently, in the direction of the bar.
Atton and Will come through the door, a little precariously (on account of the fact that Atton's leaning on Will quite a bit).
Atton's rather bruised, and there are new scars visible on his wrists, and over the collar of his shirt, but he grins when he sees Milliways.
Will gets tugged, rather insistently, in the direction of the bar.
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Dec. 20th, 2008 11:20 pmhopeitsworthitDean's plan for the night involves a couple bottles of beer, maybe some chili cheese fries, and a night that does not involve son-of-a-bitch ghosts or ghouls or, you know, anything creepy as fuck and trying to kill him.
So he heads over to Bar, leaning on her as he--
--gets a package.
When he opens it, flipping through the IDs just a little carelessly--hey, this ain't public, how much does he really have to worry? Don't answer that--
--his eyebrows hit his hairline. "Damn. She really is good."
Color him impressed.
He may also be looking a little smug as he hits the bottom of the pile. Hey, it was his idea to ask her for help, right? Right?
Oh. Oh she did not. Shit. Dean's torn between cracking the hell up and, you know, hiding this from Sam forever.
Cracking up wins.
Game, set, and match to Angela. Plus now Dean is totally a certified bikini inspector.
Awesome.
He scoops up the box and heads on back to the motel. This shit's better than beer any day.
[ooc: EP is closed, just needed to have him pick up his present. He'll have another one some other time. Thanks!]
So he heads over to Bar, leaning on her as he--
--gets a package.
When he opens it, flipping through the IDs just a little carelessly--hey, this ain't public, how much does he really have to worry? Don't answer that--
--his eyebrows hit his hairline. "Damn. She really is good."
Color him impressed.
He may also be looking a little smug as he hits the bottom of the pile. Hey, it was his idea to ask her for help, right? Right?
Oh. Oh she did not. Shit. Dean's torn between cracking the hell up and, you know, hiding this from Sam forever.
Cracking up wins.
Game, set, and match to Angela. Plus now Dean is totally a certified bikini inspector.
Awesome.
He scoops up the box and heads on back to the motel. This shit's better than beer any day.
[ooc: EP is closed, just needed to have him pick up his present. He'll have another one some other time. Thanks!]
