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Jan. 16th, 2009 02:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
acts_of_gord[OOM: The Vortigaunt trying to save Alyx's life must not be disturbed. Too bad the antlions have other ideas.]
[tinytag: Gordon Freeman]
[tinytag: Gordon Freeman]
Jan. 16th, 2009
acts_of_gord
Sarajevo, T'bilisi, Bucharest
Jan. 16th, 2009 08:01 amjustcallmefee[OOM: Fiona remembers just why Michael drives her up a wall some days.]
Tiny but fierce tags: Fiona Glenanne, Michael Westen
Tiny but fierce tags: Fiona Glenanne, Michael Westen
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Jan. 16th, 2009 10:06 ambetagainstmetiny tags that sparkle~ alice cullen; carlisle cullen; emmett cullen; esme cullen; jasper hale; rosalie hale
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Jan. 16th, 2009 11:10 amaaaaaaaagh_skyEllen's been busy with a construction project of sorts for some time now, but in her off hours- and she's had more than she's used to, what with people here having different priorities from the Vault and all- she's been sewing. It is, after all, what she had originally set out to do to earn those caps for supplies. The leather trousers still need more work, but her first batch of repairs is done. When she comes down the stairs in her Vault 101 jumpsuit, she sets a stack of neatly folded T-shirts and jeans down on the table next to 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.
Then she gets herself a glass of breakfast and settles in to work on her next bit of repair commission. At this rate she just might be able to afford enough supplies to get to Megaton once she's over her terror of the big blue room.
[tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Annabelle Newfield]
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.
Then she gets herself a glass of breakfast and settles in to work on her next bit of repair commission. At this rate she just might be able to afford enough supplies to get to Megaton once she's over her terror of the big blue room.
[tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Annabelle Newfield]
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Jan. 16th, 2009 11:51 amthe_old_beanWhen Bertie enters the bar today, he's positively sopping wet. Head to toe. Fully dressed and dripping water everywhere.
He also looks like someone's just told him they've thrown out his favorite purple socks, or something equally tragic.
The combination of the two is enough to make him stagger towards the bar, plant his soggy self onto a stool, and say, "Tea, please."
Sometimes, a G & T is just not going to cut it.
tiny-and-very-wet!tag: Bertie Wooster
[ooc: Open all day, or until I say otherwise, wot?]
He also looks like someone's just told him they've thrown out his favorite purple socks, or something equally tragic.
The combination of the two is enough to make him stagger towards the bar, plant his soggy self onto a stool, and say, "Tea, please."
Sometimes, a G & T is just not going to cut it.
tiny-and-very-wet!tag: Bertie Wooster
[ooc: Open all day, or until I say otherwise, wot?]
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Jan. 16th, 2009 11:55 amjohn_not_ronaldFor once, John was actually quite pleased to find himself in this strange bar. If there's one thing he can use more of at this particular moment, it's time.
He carries a rather large, leather-bound book up to the bar and sets it down. (If you squint, you might be able to see the fading, gold letters on the cover spelling out Imaginarium Geographica.)
"Might I have a cup of tea, please, Bar? And I don't suppose you've got such a thing as a dictionary of ancient Greek?"
When both appear, he sighs in relief. "Thank you, Madame. You may just have saved my life."
tiny!tag: John (Chronicles of the Imaginarium Geographica), The Old Firm, Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller)
[ooc: Open all day.]
He carries a rather large, leather-bound book up to the bar and sets it down. (If you squint, you might be able to see the fading, gold letters on the cover spelling out Imaginarium Geographica.)
"Might I have a cup of tea, please, Bar? And I don't suppose you've got such a thing as a dictionary of ancient Greek?"
When both appear, he sighs in relief. "Thank you, Madame. You may just have saved my life."
tiny!tag: John (Chronicles of the Imaginarium Geographica), The Old Firm, Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller)
[ooc: Open all day.]
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Jan. 16th, 2009 03:10 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
shoeless-ed.livejournal.comEd has blocks!
She puts the finishing touches on an extensive an rather elaborate block-city situated atop one of Milliways' larger tables. Having topped off the last skyscraper, she emits a sinister-sounding chuckle and ducks to lift the sleeping Ein off the floor. Ein wakes and emits a startled "Yip!" just before Ed dumps him unceremoniously on a clear part of the table.
"Dogzilla emerges from the sea!" Ed announces dramatically. "The raging monster starts wreaking terrible destruction upon the city!"
Ein simply looks at Ed and blinks.
Ed pouts. "Come on, Ein!" Ed insists, giving the Corgi a little push. "You're Dogzilla and you have to rampage through the city!"
The dog doesn't seem inclined to rampage through anything. He turns around in place a couple of times, curls up and attempts to resume his nap.
"Eiiiiiiiiiin!" Ed whines. She pokes at the dog, who studiously ignores her.
She puts the finishing touches on an extensive an rather elaborate block-city situated atop one of Milliways' larger tables. Having topped off the last skyscraper, she emits a sinister-sounding chuckle and ducks to lift the sleeping Ein off the floor. Ein wakes and emits a startled "Yip!" just before Ed dumps him unceremoniously on a clear part of the table.
"Dogzilla emerges from the sea!" Ed announces dramatically. "The raging monster starts wreaking terrible destruction upon the city!"
Ein simply looks at Ed and blinks.
Ed pouts. "Come on, Ein!" Ed insists, giving the Corgi a little push. "You're Dogzilla and you have to rampage through the city!"
The dog doesn't seem inclined to rampage through anything. He turns around in place a couple of times, curls up and attempts to resume his nap.
"Eiiiiiiiiiin!" Ed whines. She pokes at the dog, who studiously ignores her.
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Jan. 16th, 2009 05:38 pmthere-is-a-me.livejournal.comAt a table with good light is a gentleman with shoulder-length braided, beaded hair possessed of pale eyes, a comfortable green shirt rolled back to his elbows which exposes scars from left wrist to left elbow (actually a nearly solid expanse of scar), and a collection of very sharp items which he is polishing one at a time. They range from things that would look perfectly ordinary in the armies of Troy to things that look rather like they were torn off of a spaceship.
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Jan. 16th, 2009 06:22 pmaeons_crackshotAnnabelle is sitting at an out of the way booth with her Combine body armor stacked up on the table. She's looking at paint chips and frowning faintly in indecision.. The armor needs to be a different color before she goes back to Gordon's world so it won't make anyone in the Resistance...twitchy.
(OOC: Open until I make another entrance post. Tinytag! Annabelle Newfield)
(OOC: Open until I make another entrance post. Tinytag! Annabelle Newfield)
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Jan. 16th, 2009 06:37 pmkinshou-kitsune.livejournal.comSometimes bad things happen to good people. Like..a car running over their cat or stubbing a toe on a chair. Other times it's being tossed scruff first through a door and being rolled like a bowling ball on the ground. The little white fox didn't stop her rolling until she smacked against the bar where she rested upside down against it.
There might even be little stars circling her head if you look close enough. Give her some time or a hand up? Might be a reward in it for someone if they do.
There might even be little stars circling her head if you look close enough. Give her some time or a hand up? Might be a reward in it for someone if they do.
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Jan. 16th, 2009 07:09 pmart-and-brian.livejournal.comWhat with the excitement of being able to go home finally, Justin had totally forgotten he was supposed to be working tonight and so, had made other plans. The bar, however, was obviously not going to let him forget about it no matter what he'd been up to back in Pittsburgh. So when the door opens there is a loud blast of trance music, followed by one late bartender stumbling into Milliways mid-dance.
Well, that'll put a dampener on things. Luckily, Justin's too tweaked to be a downer about it and five minutes later the specials board reads thus;
SPECIALS
Party Death
Party Slush Punch #1
Bullfrog (The Party Mix)
Partymeister
He has also got an ipod and speakers from Bar and that same trance music is playing loudly.
'Come on everyone, get off your asses and dance. Happy hour is open.'
(It's possible he's surpassed 'tweaked' and is heading for 'high')
[Ickle tags of tinyness; Charles Monroe, The Old Firm, Dinah Lance, Tommy Shepard, Sparrow, Attila]
[OOC:Slowtime in about ten minutes, peeps! Slow it is, thanks all! :D]
Well, that'll put a dampener on things. Luckily, Justin's too tweaked to be a downer about it and five minutes later the specials board reads thus;
Party Death
Party Slush Punch #1
Bullfrog (The Party Mix)
Partymeister
He has also got an ipod and speakers from Bar and that same trance music is playing loudly.
'Come on everyone, get off your asses and dance. Happy hour is open.'
(It's possible he's surpassed 'tweaked' and is heading for 'high')
[Ickle tags of tinyness; Charles Monroe, The Old Firm, Dinah Lance, Tommy Shepard, Sparrow, Attila]
[OOC:
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Jan. 16th, 2009 08:13 pmnottaprincess.livejournal.comTechnically, Yuki's classes back home are done, for the year - the winter break that runs until after New Year's is supposed to have just started, now that exams are over. The end of year festival, though, is still upcoming...and that means things have been chaotic, lately.
Chaotic enough that the young man who steps into Bar today is dressed quite strangely. He's wearing what is supposed to be his "fairy godmother" costume - it's for a play, shut up - but, thankfully, it consists just of blue-ish robes and a vaguely clerical hat. Still, he feels awkward, wandering in and clutching a small sheaf of papers filled with stage directions, narration, and lines.
"At least I don't have many," he sighs to himself, as he trudges over towards the Bar, careful not to trip over the hem of his outfit. Well-behaved creature that he is, it's times like this that make him think that "I need a drink" is a very reasonable sentiment.
Chaotic enough that the young man who steps into Bar today is dressed quite strangely. He's wearing what is supposed to be his "fairy godmother" costume - it's for a play, shut up - but, thankfully, it consists just of blue-ish robes and a vaguely clerical hat. Still, he feels awkward, wandering in and clutching a small sheaf of papers filled with stage directions, narration, and lines.
"At least I don't have many," he sighs to himself, as he trudges over towards the Bar, careful not to trip over the hem of his outfit. Well-behaved creature that he is, it's times like this that make him think that "I need a drink" is a very reasonable sentiment.
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Jan. 16th, 2009 08:15 pm453-died-angry.livejournal.comTable - one
Drink - one
Hun - one
Chair - two
Attila is sitting alone, contemplating dinner and tonight he is both botherable and clean.
Drink - one
Hun - one
Chair - two
Attila is sitting alone, contemplating dinner and tonight he is both botherable and clean.
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Jan. 16th, 2009 08:57 pmjustasaleswomanThere's a table, rather out of the main flow of patrons, over by the wall, easy enough to miss.
There's a woman (or close enough) at that table, brown hair loose on the shoulders her black dress leaves bare.
She's sipping an appletini and watching, with amused blue eyes, the comings and goings of the rest of the bar.
[OOC: Plotlocked, with apologies.]
[tiny tags: the crossroads demon, castiel]
There's a woman (or close enough) at that table, brown hair loose on the shoulders her black dress leaves bare.
She's sipping an appletini and watching, with amused blue eyes, the comings and goings of the rest of the bar.
[OOC: Plotlocked, with apologies.]
[tiny tags: the crossroads demon, castiel]
Entrance Post
Jan. 16th, 2009 09:05 pmhell_in_highheelsDr. River Song enters through a nondescript wooden door, with an armload of leather bound books and a dusty leather rucksack over one shoulder. She's wearing khakis, an old linen button down, and hiking boots. She pauses briefly on the threshold, looking around at the bar with a sceptical glance that blossoms into a mischievous grin. "This is new. New is good."
Wide eyed and with a thousand volt grin, she makes her way to an empty seat at the bar where she sets down her load. After observing the other patrons for a few minutes, she decides to give it a whirl. "Hallo," she says, to no one in particular.
A napkin appears with a hand written note. You have a package, Dr. Song.
"Really?" It would be just like him. She doesn't question. "Thank you."
An antique, beat-to-hell cigar box appears and without a moment's hesitation, she opens it. Inside rests a sonic screwdriver just like the one she left behind. Her thumb presses the button and an emerald glow appears. She closes her eyes for a moment, her smile now tinged with sadness.
"Thank you," she says, this time to someone very far away.
(Absolutely botherable.)
Wide eyed and with a thousand volt grin, she makes her way to an empty seat at the bar where she sets down her load. After observing the other patrons for a few minutes, she decides to give it a whirl. "Hallo," she says, to no one in particular.
A napkin appears with a hand written note. You have a package, Dr. Song.
"Really?" It would be just like him. She doesn't question. "Thank you."
An antique, beat-to-hell cigar box appears and without a moment's hesitation, she opens it. Inside rests a sonic screwdriver just like the one she left behind. Her thumb presses the button and an emerald glow appears. She closes her eyes for a moment, her smile now tinged with sadness.
"Thank you," she says, this time to someone very far away.
(Absolutely botherable.)
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Jan. 16th, 2009 09:06 pmblinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com{OOM: And someday you'll know
That nature is so
The same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
On forests and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you'll see in the morning.}
Here's a face that you haven't seen for a while, Milliways. Admittedly, his disappearance has been causing some interesting breaky dominoes side effects, but please don't tell him that yet.
You see, he's kinda not really entirely certain where he is (you can tell be the vague, confused expresion). The way he's got his hand on the doorframe to keep a firm grip on what's up and what's down might also be a clue.
...The blood on his arm might not be so much a clue as an ouch thing.
Tiny tag: Jenny
{Plotlocked, sorry. Talk to the mun if you think you're supposed to be in on this. And/or read the OOC post that's going up in a minute.}
That nature is so
The same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
On forests and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you'll see in the morning.}
Here's a face that you haven't seen for a while, Milliways. Admittedly, his disappearance has been causing some interesting breaky dominoes side effects, but please don't tell him that yet.
You see, he's kinda not really entirely certain where he is (you can tell be the vague, confused expresion). The way he's got his hand on the doorframe to keep a firm grip on what's up and what's down might also be a clue.
...The blood on his arm might not be so much a clue as an ouch thing.
Tiny tag: Jenny
{Plotlocked, sorry. Talk to the mun if you think you're supposed to be in on this. And/or read the OOC post that's going up in a minute.}
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Jan. 16th, 2009 09:11 pmwill_scarlettIts dark and cold outside but Will has still spent most of the day moving through sword forms so that one day he will slice through the men who hurt Atton.
When the wind finally bites too much, he comes in through the back door with his cloak swirling around him and his sword just sheathed.
He's on his way to Bar but his cloak is moving and he's not fully watching where he's going, his mind is still on battle, hopefully it doesn't knock anyone too much.
Tiny tag: Charles Monroe
When the wind finally bites too much, he comes in through the back door with his cloak swirling around him and his sword just sheathed.
He's on his way to Bar but his cloak is moving and he's not fully watching where he's going, his mind is still on battle, hopefully it doesn't knock anyone too much.
Tiny tag: Charles Monroe
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Jan. 16th, 2009 10:04 pmofgreatinterest.livejournal.com[ oom: la plus belle fille du monde ne peut donner que ce qu'elle a.
the prettiest girl in the world can only give what she has. ]
Running on very little sleep is something that Dominic Greene has, bit by bit, gotten himself used to, enough so that an hour less, give or take, is not that big of a deal. The appearance of Milliways is still, however, a little bit of a relief. There are myriads of reasons people have for losing sleep, some bearing more thought than others.
(They haven't really talked, since. A few words, a few looks, a few smiles here and there, but beyond that, nothing. Not that he's complaining.)
He doesn't have any existentialist work on him today, but coffee will have to make do.
[ tiny tag: dominic greene, demeter, camille montes ]
the prettiest girl in the world can only give what she has. ]
Running on very little sleep is something that Dominic Greene has, bit by bit, gotten himself used to, enough so that an hour less, give or take, is not that big of a deal. The appearance of Milliways is still, however, a little bit of a relief. There are myriads of reasons people have for losing sleep, some bearing more thought than others.
(They haven't really talked, since. A few words, a few looks, a few smiles here and there, but beyond that, nothing. Not that he's complaining.)
He doesn't have any existentialist work on him today, but coffee will have to make do.
[ tiny tag: dominic greene, demeter, camille montes ]
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Jan. 16th, 2009 11:04 pmguppy_sandhuIn a booth near the trilobite tank, Guppy is putting his phone into camera mode.
His tiny little dog has crawled into the baby's carrycot and gone to sleep snuggled up against the infant's feet. Such a situation demands a picture for later.
His tiny little dog has crawled into the baby's carrycot and gone to sleep snuggled up against the infant's feet. Such a situation demands a picture for later.
Entrance Post
Jan. 16th, 2009 11:15 pmdevil-blue-eyes.livejournal.comSometimes working in New York could be a real peach. The city was full of nuts after all which made things rather...interesting. Maybe it was the main reason that Don loved his job. Helping people was a very gratifying feeling at the end of the day. And boy had it been a long day.
The front door opened to the bar once leaving the suited man fumbling with his mail, Chinese takeout, laptop case, and keys. Needless to say the door swung back shut on him muffling the 'For cryin' out loud!' that managed to come the wood along with the fumbling of keys. When the door opened a second time the Detective didn't even look up as he stepped inside what he believed to be his apartment in the city. "..remember t' get with the super about that door," he muttered to himself as he pushed it closed with a shoed foot.
Don turned once and stared at the bar soon followed by the resounding thump as his dinner was dropped to the floor. His mail soon followed suit with a shifting of papers.
Welcome to Milliways, Don.
[tiny CSI:MW tag: Don Flack]
The front door opened to the bar once leaving the suited man fumbling with his mail, Chinese takeout, laptop case, and keys. Needless to say the door swung back shut on him muffling the 'For cryin' out loud!' that managed to come the wood along with the fumbling of keys. When the door opened a second time the Detective didn't even look up as he stepped inside what he believed to be his apartment in the city. "..remember t' get with the super about that door," he muttered to himself as he pushed it closed with a shoed foot.
Don turned once and stared at the bar soon followed by the resounding thump as his dinner was dropped to the floor. His mail soon followed suit with a shifting of papers.
Welcome to Milliways, Don.
[tiny CSI:MW tag: Don Flack]
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Jan. 16th, 2009 11:41 pmvyvyan[Millitimed immediately after this.]
There is no glow, nor bamf, nor puff of smoke; but there is a 'boing' noise. And then Vyvyan appears, with a great big bleeding wound in his chest and one of his arms, er, missing.
He drops down onto his knees, holding the area where his arm was, and snarling with anger and pain.
Sure, he can probably grow it back, but he might need a little help...
[tinytag: Vyvyan]
There is no glow, nor bamf, nor puff of smoke; but there is a 'boing' noise. And then Vyvyan appears, with a great big bleeding wound in his chest and one of his arms, er, missing.
He drops down onto his knees, holding the area where his arm was, and snarling with anger and pain.
Sure, he can probably grow it back, but he might need a little help...
[tinytag: Vyvyan]
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Jan. 16th, 2009 11:46 pmbythatmuch.livejournal.comMax usually prefers to tuck himself away and work in corner booths, especially while working. Tonight, that is not the case. Tonight, he's at a table where he's got a nice view of the entiiiiiiiiire room, just in case.
With one iPod earbud in his ear, he hums along to — you guessed it! — ABBA, while dutifully reading through a stack of papers and taking notes. Luckily for him, it's nothing classified (and is also written in German) so if anyone wants to come by and look over his shoulder or steal his papers, he won't freak out about it too much.
He also has a milkshake (strawberry), but that's gone mostly untouched.
Distractions are not entirely unwelcome!
[ tiny tag; Maxwell Smart, Fiona Glenanne, Pam Beesly ]
With one iPod earbud in his ear, he hums along to — you guessed it! — ABBA, while dutifully reading through a stack of papers and taking notes. Luckily for him, it's nothing classified (and is also written in German) so if anyone wants to come by and look over his shoulder or steal his papers, he won't freak out about it too much.
He also has a milkshake (strawberry), but that's gone mostly untouched.
Distractions are not entirely unwelcome!
[ tiny tag; Maxwell Smart, Fiona Glenanne, Pam Beesly ]
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Jan. 16th, 2009 11:57 pmfindaconstant.livejournal.com[ooc: Fleeing for bed, but consider this post open for... the foreseeable future? Ditto for Maxwell Smart's EP below!]
Daniel looks surprised and momentarily confused when he finds himself standing in the doorway to Milliways. He also looks a bit dirty, like he's been rolling around in the sand, maybe, or got into a fight with some wind and called it a draw.
The expression on his face passes quickly, however, and is replaced almost immediately with a very tired look. He's got a room here (his own, now that Charlotte's stopped coming here) but he isn't sure he's tired enough to sleep in a bed.
He settles for the couch.
He isn't exactly asleep — he's more caught between the first and second stages of sleep, where you're still half-conscious and liable to have that falling feeling, so anything will make him stir, really.
Well.
Maybe.
[tiny sleepy tag; Daniel Faraday, Hey!Arnold]
Daniel looks surprised and momentarily confused when he finds himself standing in the doorway to Milliways. He also looks a bit dirty, like he's been rolling around in the sand, maybe, or got into a fight with some wind and called it a draw.
The expression on his face passes quickly, however, and is replaced almost immediately with a very tired look. He's got a room here (his own, now that Charlotte's stopped coming here) but he isn't sure he's tired enough to sleep in a bed.
He settles for the couch.
He isn't exactly asleep — he's more caught between the first and second stages of sleep, where you're still half-conscious and liable to have that falling feeling, so anything will make him stir, really.
Well.
Maybe.
[tiny sleepy tag; Daniel Faraday, Hey!Arnold]
