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[jedi-exile.livejournal.com]

[OOM: After Rhen Var, discoveries are made.]

She doesn't stay long, just long enough to see the bar, go running back, come back in and leave a bag on Bar's top, scribbling a quick note for Atton.

Found you some things on Rhen Var...shiny things, I figure you can pawn 'em or keep 'em. Enjoy, I disturbed the dead for you. -- Kira


And then she's flitting back out.

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[mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com]

Outside, in the sun, the fox and the wolf had been playing tug-of-war with a live rabbit. Eventually they tore it apart and ate it.

Now, this entertainment having ended, they are lurking near the edge of the forest, watching the other people thoughtfully. To those who can understand, their conversation is something like this:

"What about that one? He looks rather nice."

"Fragile. Wouldn't last."

"No, Mr. Vandemar, I suppose he wouldn't. He would be fun while he lasted, though."

"How about her? She looks strong."

"Yes, but she's not really my type. Too much fat on her."

"You're too picky, Mr. Croup."

Distract them, please, before they attack someone.

(Traumatic Tiny Tags: The Old Firm, Vyvyan, Οὐρανός)

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[ever_lovin]

Ben's outside with a holographic projector mimicking the nage no kata his "instructor" is performing. He does a good job and isn't too awkward in his motions. He completes the form, looks down and see he is not where he should be.

Ben may not have studied eastern martial arts much but he does know he is supposed to end up in the same place as where he started the kata and he keeps being about a foot off. He sighs and sets himself to begin again.

Anyone care to offer any suggestions?

[[Tiny ever loni' tags: Ben Grimm, Charles Victor Szasz (The Question)]]

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[vance_prime]

The meditation exercises Charlie taught her are helping, to a degree. She'd be a lot worse off if not for those instructions on how to find her center, to shut out the chaos around her and concentrate on her self.

But despite her best efforts, every time she centers herself, there's a little less self there. There are holes in her memory--names, mostly, but also specific events that she knows she should recall but can't.

Maybe being around people isn't working. Maybe she needs to get away from others, so they don't distract her. With that in mind, she's sought out an isolated area and is doing her best to maintain focus there.

Which means, in practice, that there's a not!ghost somewhere out in the lake area, attempting to meditate.

[ooc: Read this back room post before tagging. Open for tags until it scrolls off the front page, but I may be slow to tag as I have proofreading work to do this afternoon.]

[the sound of one hand tagging: Alyx Vance, Adrian Shephard, Valeria von Doom, Jennifer Landers]

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[lastgunslinger]

[OOC: OOM: You've got to take this flight
It may be daytime, might be night
But you can't see your way if you're blind ]

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen's been working on the sewing she agreed to do for a while now, and needs a break. Ploughing through a job with no diversions tends, more often than not, to produce carelessness and lazy work in the tail end of things. Better she find another way to keep herself busy. So after she erects her sign- Skilled needleworker and general repair person looking for odd jobs. Very good with fabric, plumbing, furniture, robots (esp. Mr. Handy models). Other items too, possibly. Please contact Ellen Park in the blue Vault 101 jumpsuit- she heads up to the Bar.

"Ah... I'm not sure if this is where to register the request, but... I was wondering if there are any minor repairs or other work projects hereabouts that could use an extra hand? I'd like to defray my rooming expenses directly, if that's possible."

If the extruder produces an answer, that's great, and if not, well, no harm done. She'll try picking apart the Overseer's gun and cleaning it at her table instead if that's the case.



[tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller)]

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[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM: Fortune, good-night: smile once more; turn thy wheel!

That is to say: ka.]

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[candied-rabbit.livejournal.com]

Yesterday was Momiji's last day of school before the end-of-year break! Given the inevitable distraction that this provoked, a lot of his teachers just gave their classes time to study and chat and finish up a few last assignments. On a whim, the blonde boy used one period to find an encyclopedia article on rabbits in the library.

He was greatly distressed by the inaccuracies he found therein! For instance, the encyclopedia seemed to have the misconception that no known species of rabbit hibernates, during the winter.

Well, this morning, Momiji woke up and it was cold, and there was ice all over outside, and he didn't want to crawl out of bed at all. So, he's decided, apparently, to disprove those crazy encyclopedists!

The sizable blanket fort that the (still pajama-clad) boy has erected in one corner, relatively (but safely) close to the warmth of the fireplace hearth, might be a tool to this end. But it's roomy enough that one or two more people could fit comfortably - at least, if they're willing to huddle or lay down.

Anyone else care to learn to hibernate?

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[blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com]

 {OOM: If ever your world comes c

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{that's where you'll find me.)                                                                           n                                                                              

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[alwaysroomforhope]

It's late at night, which means it's the perfect time for ex-vigilantes to be up and about. This particular young, cheerful, heavily scarred one is yawning as she comes down the stairs, still squeezing water out of her hair from the shower, wearing the kind of amazingly-comfortable faded sweats that will never win a fashion award.

She settles at the counter and asks, plaintive and sleepy, "Pancakes? Lots of pancakes?"



... it's a hard knock life, here.

It's Happy Hour!

[pirate_jack]

Above the Caribbean inlet, a sudden disturbance fills the air.

"--ohbuggeraaaAAAAAAAaaaaAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH--"

--SPLASH!!!

Shortly afterward, Captain Jack Sparrow flounders ashore and makes his way into the bar, drenched and dripping yet wearing an oddly triumphant expression.

Said expression turns to pure shock when he finds himself presented with a towel, a bottle of rum, and a note written on a napkin.

"Luv, you can't possibly be serious--"

The rum vanishes back into the bartop.

"--hold up, I've changed me mind!"

As the bottle reappears, along with a few more for good measure, he snatches a piece of chalk and scrawls something on the specials board.

RUM!

(Stand a round for the bartender, and I'll pour yours with a free hand, savvy?)

Grinning wickedly, Jack takes his place behind the bar and waves one hand grandly at the room.

"Come one, come all, me hearties -- drinks all 'round!"

[OOC: Thanks, everyone! All threads now in slowtime as of 12:45 AM EST.]

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Let's be honest: Ace does not make the universe's best-est Time Lord.

She's not even in the top ten.

...

Or, really, on a top anything list, except maybe 'Ten Most Likely To One Day Blow Themselves Up'.

She is, however, one that is particularly stubborn, and one who has very clear ideas on what sort of things Just Aren't On. She also has, through no particular fault of her own, the ability to go on sorting those sorts of things out, despite how much anyone might try to stop her.

So things get sorted, and since Ace does tend to play fast and loose with the rules occasionally sometimes a bit too often, it's just odds that eventually, she'd have to go have a chat with the review board.



Ace wanders in from out back, looking a touch bit spacey, and having long since passed the exhaustion threshold where everything is freaking hilarious. It's even odds if she makes it home tonight before passing out, yup.

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[latino_menace]

Ramon is in a booth with a bottle of tequila and a laptop. And maps and paper and what looks like a black book full of numbers. Basically, the table is a mess but he's working and that sort of thing happens sometimes.

He's been at it a while, interruptions will quite possibly be welcomed.

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[ofgreatinterest.livejournal.com]

[ ooms: steal me, deal me, anyway you heal me
maim me, tame me, you can never change me
love me, like me, come ahead and fight me
please me, tease me, go ahead and leave me ]

[ ooc: slight warning for adult themes in the last ]

[ tiny tags: dominic greene, camille montes ]

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[thursdays_angel]

There is a man in a suit and trench coat standing stock still in the middle of the bar.

Castiel is perfectly at ease; arms at his sides, occasionally turning his head to observe the comings and goings around him.

Just taking everything in.

That is why he was sent here. To learn from what he finds. Learning requires observation.

Of course, he's still getting used to inhabiting a corporeal body. It may not have occurred to him yet that, standing as he is in the path of patron traffic, he might be in anyone's way.

[OOC: If you are playing a demon this evening, please ping me before tagging at IFeelLikeAJoan. Many thanks!]

[Tiny Tag: Castiel]

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[betty_roberts]

It's April Fools Day (1940), in Betty's world (though it occasionally seems that every day is April Fools Day at WENN).

The general sense of merriment at the station has been fun today, but not exactly conducive to getting work done.

So she's dragged her portable typewriter, a pile of paper, carbon paper, and a thesaurus into the bar this evening.

If she doesn't finish some of these scripts soon, it's going to be April Fools for their listeners tomorrow.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy leaves a note at the bar for Atton.

( Atton )

He then sits in a booth near the infirmary with his sign up.

Free walk-in clinic
The doctor is in

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[alt-hulk.livejournal.com]

[[Immediately after this]]

Teddy's huddled in a corner of the library, alone with a math textbook and a pad of paper, seeing how much math he can do before his brain explodes. He didn't come to be alone, exactly--he came because he didn't want to deal with the bustle of the bar, and because he didn't know where to go to.

And because it was probably the last place he'd run into Jenny.

Why does shit seem to compound until everything is bad? It really, really sucks. About the only thing he can rely on in his life is Billy, and while that's enough...

...he can't help wanting some semblance of a family, too? Can he?



[ Totally open--please come comfort him, or something. :/ ETA: Threads are in chrono order, just so you guys know.

Existential crisis tag: Teddy Altman ]

-- weapon will deploy in 3 hours --

[smart-house.livejournal.com]

[Back in Eureka, Henry's last-ditch effort goes nowhere. In an attempt to find another, Jack Carter gets a bit of a brainwave.

Many apologies for the pun.

Jamie Paglia started it.]

[Poster's note: Thus concludes the episode replay of Eureka 1.06 'Dr. Nobel'.]

[tinytag: zoe carter, jack carter, nathan stark]

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[453-died-angry.livejournal.com]

OOM - the work continues

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[licensed-pro.livejournal.com]

Charlie's in the bar today, eating a blood orange--isn't a smart idea, given he's wearing his habitual white shirt while doing it.

He figures the fruit can't hurt, especially after the rum he drank earlier when Jack was bartending. And looking entirely botherable, with his headphones in and not much else going on around him.

[tiny tag of creepiness: the old firm]

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[ecrivez-moivite.livejournal.com]

(It has been two days in the desert.)

The pilot's back in full gear today, ready to head back to the heat and the sand.

He does not, however, leave immediately.

Taking a seat at the bar, he doesn't know how soon he expects things to happen, but he seems content to wait.

He's botherable in the meanwhile.


[ tiny tag with a wandering heart: the pilot

ooc: semi-plotlocked, but as the ep says, open to tags! ]

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[leplusbeau]

How'd that happen?


Fleur sits herself down prettily on the bar top (yes, on it), crossing her bare feet at the ankles. She tips her head back to look at the yellow bra still hanging over the bar, giggles, and tries to take in all the other changes around the place in.

She takes out a cigarette and lights it with the tip of her wand.

"Ah, c'est la vie." And she takes a drag.