(no subject)

[prefermyown.livejournal.com]

[OOM: I don't wanna fight in a holy war
I don't want the salesmen knocking at my door
I don't wanna live in America no more.]

Auld Lang Syne

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM:

There'll be scary ghost stories
and tales of the glories
of Christmases long long ago.]

(no subject)

[gonna_live]

There's a lot of holiday shopping that Kaylee has done. Most of it is for crew.

Some things are not.

Three boxes and two envelopes get left with the bar, and Kaylee doesn't linger.

( Susannah Toren )

( Sam Winchester )

( Dean Winchester )

( Peter Petrelli )

( Sylar )

(no subject)

[smart-house.livejournal.com]

It's nowhere near Christmastime in Eureka.

When SARAH arrives in Milliways, however, James Potter's wreath SARAH received the last holiday season is affixed squarely over her heavy door.

"Oh good," the mechanical female voice offers as sincerely as she can. "I am festive."

Zoe seems to approve, when she walks through the door to the bar at large.

[ooc: Both SARAH and Zoe Carter are here for tagging, one or both.]

(no subject)

[callmemajor]

Lorne had intended, the next time he was back in the bar, to head straight for the cabin (maybe stopping by the forge first to see if Jack was there), but he catches a glimpse of a calendar on his way out and stops by the bar first.

"Hey, sweetheart," he says, patting the counter. "I need a Christmas gift for Jack. Got any suggestions?"


itty bitty tag: Evan Lorne

[ooc: Open all day.]

(no subject)

[dontlooklisten.livejournal.com]

Contrary to what one might suspect, Whistler is perfectly aware of the dorky Santa Claus hat he's wearing and the rather horrible green and red sweater that does not go with it at all. He just doesn't care. It's gonna be Christmas soon and if the blind guy can't milk that for all it's worth in revenge for having to listen to those freaking Jingle Dogs every time he and Suzi go shopping, then what's the world coming to?

He's in the Bar wrapping his presents for the office gang because it's the safest place to do so (Joy's well trained, but sometimes an enthusiastic dog can still wreck stuff by mistake) and because if nothing else he can count on a couple of rats to help him out with wrapping stuff for Suzi. Please try not to spill stuff on his table, it's greatly appreciated.

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

Before leaving the bar last night, Nita left notes with Bar for Tom Ridle and Moiraine Sedai.

(no subject)

[a1enzo]

Enzo has set up a table in the middle of the room, covered in wrapping paper, tape, ribbons, and the like (this, he will happily use his sister's tab for). Also on the table are a few sample boxes, wrapped with (literally) mathematical precision.

Hovering some feet above the table is what appears to be a giant banner ad:

	VIDWINDOW	▄
\ —   / Enzo's Gift-Wrapping Service! Only 4 units! /   — \		▲ ▓ ▼
◄►                  ▓

A smaller window contains a list of currency equivalents; it comes to a little less than five dollars.

(no subject)

[no-saber.livejournal.com]

(OOM: In which a Shistavanen isn't scary.)

A sleepy young Padawan in full uniform, a simple cloth bag strapped over one shoulder, stumbles into the room.

Mornings were evil, and of the dark side of the Force. She has decided that. Masters who enjoy mornings entirely too much and insist on early-morning meditation before breakfast were also evil. Even if they were masters.

...

And this isn't her Introduction to Coruscant Politics class. In fact, this appears to be the place that has weird humans and hot cocoa.

WIZARD!

(no subject)

[perpetualstate.livejournal.com]

Christmas is not one of Michael Bluth's favorite holidays.

( and for very good reason )

Reaching the bar, he sits down heavily on a barstool, and, after ordering a mug of coffee, promptly sets about falling half-asleep.

tiny tag: ava wilson

(no subject)

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

Charlie spent the day yesterday drying out his room (with the help of some small and very strange looking workers). He supposes that it's a good thing that the sprinkler system works, but he wishes there were a better demonstration that someone apparently starting a fire. Fortunately, he wasn't attached to his stuff. Unfortunately, he once almost drowned and also died from a disease that made him feel like he was drowning sometimes, and being awakened by a mouth suddenly full of water is unpleasant.

He's calmer today, thanks to a bit of meditation. He's also got a few salvaged books open on the table in front of him, drying in the Bar's lights. Come say hello.

(no subject)

[formalde-hyde.livejournal.com]

Jekyll's errand is accomplished quickly, today.

( For: Charlotte 'Chuck' Charles )

This done, he's gone within a moment.

(no subject)

[blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com]

There are lots of holiday traditions. Most of them are cheerful ones, some of them are embarassing, and some of them? Suck. Because Christmas blues is a tradition, too, like egg nog. And presents.

And staring moodily at a plate of gingersnap cookies. Admittedly, that one's newly instated by Bart this year, but.

(Cookies + Christmas were kind of a big deal at the Allen house. And there were always gingersnap cookies, every year, because his mom made killer gingersnap cookies.)

He hasn't yet brought himself to get throw them away, yet. If you drop by, you might be able to prevent a horrendous waste of perfectly good cookies.

(no subject)

[art-and-brian.livejournal.com]

No surprises for guessing what the theme of Justin's shift is tonight. He's put some Christmas lights along the edge of Bar, a small fibre-optic tree at one end and his ipod speakers are belting out cheerful Christmas songs. He's even wearing a cheesy Santa hat.

Specials

Christmas Cheer
Christmas Pudding
Drunk on Christmas

And for those who don't like, or celebrate Christmas, he's even added;

Black Christmas

There are, of course, liberal amounts of mistletoe sprinkled around the place. What? You expected different from him?

'Come celebrate, everyone! Happy hour is open.'

ETA: Follwing this, the Specials Board now has added to the bottom;

Is there anyone out there who can create a magical snow machine for us? We need a white Christmas and the Scottish weather isn't co-operating! Help us out and I'll buy your drinks up to the end of Christmas Day.

[OOC: tiny!tag: Billy Kaplan, Teddy Altman, Evan Lorne, Ben Winchester, Dinah Lance, Tommy Shepherd, Cassandra Cain, Vandemar and Croup]

[OOC again: Ooooh, ninety minutes later than planned. Awesome threads everyone, thanks! Slowtime it is, will be around all day tomorrow to fade/wrap before Christmas Day. :D!]

(no subject)

[gorgonfondness]

Mia is in a rush. There's been so much to do between school, spells, and the Premier ceremony, and so little time with the fast-approaching holidays. Fortunately, Christmas shopping is relatively easy when you're buying for groups. She tried her best in what little time she had to make everything at least a little personal, if nothing more than a piece of favorite candy or an individual note with each present.

( To Tom, Door, and Ingress )

( To the Nobodies and Somebodies of Organization XIII )

( To the Sohma Family )

( To James, Rose, and Scorpius )

( To Hermione Granger )

( To Artemis Fowl )

( To Yrael )

( To Will and Kate )

And for the above mentioned parties and anyone else interested, there is ( an invitation )

All of that finally done, Mia collapses on a sofa and gets a tea.

(no subject)

[prefermyown.livejournal.com]

It snowed the night Wanda restructured her world. Wundagore is cold and blustery on most days and the snow was like a fresh start, a new beginning as she looks out over the pristine white hills. She opens her window and sticks her head out, breathing in the freezing air. It fills her lungs and a calm settles over her, the tiredness of crying for half the night leaving her in one hefty exhale.

She wanders downstairs, gets a hot roll from her aunt, kisses her on the cheek and steps out into the snow. Or aims to step out into the snow. Instead, she steps into Milliways.

Wanda takes a bite of her hot roll and chews as she glances around. Not so itchy this time.

(no subject)

[sleazeoverstyle]

[ OOM: So what does a guy do to impress a girl after he's already taken her to the exotic, romantic beach?

Takes her to a theme park, of course. With no strings attached. ]




[Tag: Cavilo, Reno]

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

[ooc: Life Support Holiday Party is up! Millitimed to Christmas Day, open until whenever]

Guppy, through lack of concentration, has managed to accidentally staple a Christmas present to his trousers whilst wrapping it.

He peers at it for a few moments, then tries to pick the staple out.

Hmm, no success.

This will teach him to use a staplegun rather than find selotape.

He casually sticks some string to the top of it with another few staples, then tries to get to the bar without making it apparent that the parcel is, in fact, attached to his trousers rather than the string. Once he reaches the bar, he has a go at it with the staple remover.

There is a slight tearing noise, and he groans as he peers at the hole in his trousers.

(no subject)

[not_lugosi]

Bela hurries into Milliways, her hand out-stretched before her. She is cursing under her breath, since her hand is riddled with porcupine quills.

There was this earthen nook, see, within an abandoned basement, and inside the nook was a Hopi kachina. And a porcupine. She really ought to have looked before reaching in.

Porcupine quills hurt like hell.

She runs to the bar, not thinking about anything but her hand, and jostles a man sitting there in her haste. If she was paying attention- well, she's not.

"Tweezers, please, and rubbing alcohol and antiseptic cream, please," she asks, and the first aid items appear on Bar's surface.

"Ow, ow, ow," she says, as she begins tweezing out one quill at a time.

ooc: doomed to slowtime

(no subject)

[scurlock]

Sometime after a few glasses of bourbon, Doc finds himself a spot near the Observation Window with a good view of the stars and destruction outside.

He's settled comfortably in a booth, legs stretched out on the bench, back against the back and body turned towards the explosions of light and color. There's a drink near his hand on the table, and a look on his face that is best described as 'distracted'.

Occasionally he drinks, but his focus is on the window, and the repeating loop as the universe ends, then resets, and then does it all over again...


[ooc: Botherable.]

(no subject)

[ofgreatinterest.livejournal.com]

OoM:

DOUBLE AGENT: These are officers who turn against the intelligence service that originally recruited them and work for a foreign agency, while at the same time making the original service believe that their loyalty has not altered. If the original service is informed by the officer of the offer to spy for a foreign agency or if the original service discover this without the officer’s knowledge then they may be used to supply false or misleading information to the foreign agency. There is a reasonable expectation that any information supplied under these circumstances will be fully accepted by the foreign agency as true.

tiny tags: dominic greene, camille montes

Joint EP - two pups, two muns. Tag either or both, you'll get both of them.

[necessary_child]

Sam and Atton are curled up together on one of the larger, comfiest sofas by the fire, bodies thoroughly interlinked and Atton’s head resting on Sam’s shoulder. They’ve just had the ‘wtf? You have new scars, Atton’ conversation, and therefore are sleepily exchanging insults.

Come interrupt them before they get to the ‘your mom’ jokes. They’ve already passed the ‘your FACE!’ stage.


[ETA: And Atton-mun is now asleep for the night, but post is still open for slowtimes and until forever!]

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

If one were to be out in the woods this evening, one would notice something rather obvious. In the twilit gloom of the trees, a light is shining: very large, very bright. It is far enough away from the bar that its brightness, filtering through the screen of leafless winter trees, will not be a threat to the eyesight of passersby, but it is decidedly visible. To the point that one can tell that its brightness would be damaging at close range.

It moves through the forest almost at random, wandering out near where the forest doubles back on itself, and leaving a wide swathe of dead, burned grass, slightly scorched tree roots and the unnatural smell of Free Magic in its wake.

First entrance

[queenfaraday.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Queen Faraday and the Flying Squirrel discuss Cabinet appointments, seasonal narcolepsy and real estate fraud.]

Queenie steps into something that is clearly not the corridor outside her office. If she had to guess, she'd say it was some sort of bar, but it's the strangest one she's ever seen. The layout is somehow indistinct, but she can see there's definitely a bar on one wall, though the bartender is nowhere to be seen. She turns around and sees the door to her office is still behind her, with Joe sitting in his chair eating pizza and playing with his squirrels. Something is very, very weird here.

"Joe," she calls through the door. "Come out here, please. There's something wrong with your building."

[Two pups, two muns, feel free to reply to either. Queenie is the newbie, obvs. Slowtimes are expected, since it's the holidays. Open until it falls off the page.]

[Tinytag: queenie, squirrel]

(no subject)

[licensed-pro.livejournal.com]

Charlie has his electronic journal now, having retrieved it from his apartment not an hour prior. He's lazily writing in it, the long stylus fitted between his fingers easily. But aside from writing, he's thinking.

He might not be able to tell you exactly what about, since he can't pin it down himself. But he'd be glad of the company.

(no subject)

[k_in_black]

"Forget it," Zed growls as he leads the way--confidently, if very, very unwillingly--into the bar.

K shakes his head. "B's going to give you no end of grief. The man was looking forward--."

"Show me the rule where a goddamn Rollerball tournament has to have seventeen M-388 Davy Crocketts, and I'll--. No, forget it. I'm still saying no. B can bite me."

"The Great Attractor said He might drop by if--."

"The Great Attractor can go screw Himself. Bad enough Walters and Maxwell talked me into this idea in the first place. I'm not putting up with nuclear fallout in the cafeteria. Not again."

"I told you that wasn't J's fau--."

"He signed for a FedEx'd 'Singularity in a Box' in the middle of the salad bar! It took G's team twelve weeks just to pry out the goddamn croutons."

K half-shrugged as he ordered a bourbon. "Never much liked croutons anyway."

(no subject)

[seewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Cass has a milkshake! It is chocolate! And delicious! It is her fourth... or maybe fifth of the evening.

Cass may be a bit bouncy. Perhaps even sugar-high.

This might explain why she's crouching in a chair rather than sitting in it, and bouncing lightly up and down on her toes.