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Jan. 22nd, 2009 01:46 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
blueshifted.livejournal.comafter I've gone beyond on that bullet train. ]
warnings for violence, allusion to torture, and language. possibly spoilers for HL2: Ep2 as well.
[Tiny Tag: Barney Calhoun]
Jan. 22nd, 2009
blueshifted.livejournal.comafter I've gone beyond on that bullet train. ]
warnings for violence, allusion to torture, and language. possibly spoilers for HL2: Ep2 as well.
[Tiny Tag: Barney Calhoun]
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Jan. 22nd, 2009 08:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
parkerleeStemming from this conversation...
[OOM: Parker takes a side trip to post-apocalyptic Seattle with 494. Who knew that a going for a simple motorcycle ride would involve so much in the way of covert ops?]
[Tiny Tag: X5-494]
[OOM: Parker takes a side trip to post-apocalyptic Seattle with 494. Who knew that a going for a simple motorcycle ride would involve so much in the way of covert ops?]
[Tiny Tag: X5-494]
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Jan. 22nd, 2009 10:43 amsaphiras-rider.livejournal.comThere's an angry, but horribly adorable lamb in the bar. He bleets his anger angrily and resists the urge to chew on things.
Someone should do something about it.
Someone should do something about it.
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Jan. 22nd, 2009 02:01 pmcandied-rabbit.livejournal.comThere's music coming from Milliways' gym, this afternoon.
It's not exactly the sort of music one expects to accompany exercise. It's slow for one thing, almost the opposite of the energetic beats one might be accustomed to hearing in such a place, and the instruments playing along might be surprisingly difficult for a modern or Western ear to place. It is, in point of fact, a very, very old piece of Japanese, classical music, set on loop and playing from a small stereo that Momiji has settled in one corner of the gym.
Truth be told, he looks about as unsuited for a gym as his music sounds. He's wearing a decidedly elaborate costume, strange even by his standards - a kimono tied on underneath a flowing robe that falls down around his feet, looking vaguely like a long skirt, with a round-ish hat on his head, long strands of cloth or beads dangling off it, behind him.
It is, suffice to say, not a good set of clothes for running laps in. But, today, he's dancing, instead, moving to the rhythm of the song he's playing, all wafting motions that send his robe fluttering and his hat's ornaments swaying this way and that. It's graceful and surprisingly controlled, though there's also something juvenile about his movements, now and then, a lingering, hard to grasp childishness mixed up in the beat he's following.
He's somewhat wrapped up in the task at hand, for the moment. But he's certainly botherable - and that might be the only way to stop him from playing that strange song again.
It's not exactly the sort of music one expects to accompany exercise. It's slow for one thing, almost the opposite of the energetic beats one might be accustomed to hearing in such a place, and the instruments playing along might be surprisingly difficult for a modern or Western ear to place. It is, in point of fact, a very, very old piece of Japanese, classical music, set on loop and playing from a small stereo that Momiji has settled in one corner of the gym.
Truth be told, he looks about as unsuited for a gym as his music sounds. He's wearing a decidedly elaborate costume, strange even by his standards - a kimono tied on underneath a flowing robe that falls down around his feet, looking vaguely like a long skirt, with a round-ish hat on his head, long strands of cloth or beads dangling off it, behind him.
It is, suffice to say, not a good set of clothes for running laps in. But, today, he's dancing, instead, moving to the rhythm of the song he's playing, all wafting motions that send his robe fluttering and his hat's ornaments swaying this way and that. It's graceful and surprisingly controlled, though there's also something juvenile about his movements, now and then, a lingering, hard to grasp childishness mixed up in the beat he's following.
He's somewhat wrapped up in the task at hand, for the moment. But he's certainly botherable - and that might be the only way to stop him from playing that strange song again.
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Jan. 22nd, 2009 04:32 pmbluespells.livejournal.comSomeone's got his magic back, and is maybepossibly going home soon.
That someone is celebrating six feet off the ground, floating rocks from the lakeside above and below him, letting them spin and bob. After a few hours of this he adds water from the lake spiraling through, and just for kicks shoots lightening into the whole thing to watch it bounce between the rocks and spark wildly.
All the while, he grins like a maniac and occasionally giggles to himself. Patrons believing that he's gone off his rocker may not be entirely wrong. At least it's a good show?
That someone is celebrating six feet off the ground, floating rocks from the lakeside above and below him, letting them spin and bob. After a few hours of this he adds water from the lake spiraling through, and just for kicks shoots lightening into the whole thing to watch it bounce between the rocks and spark wildly.
All the while, he grins like a maniac and occasionally giggles to himself. Patrons believing that he's gone off his rocker may not be entirely wrong. At least it's a good show?
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Jan. 22nd, 2009 04:53 pmjustdidntseeitwhen my anniversary comes up" ]
[ ooc: millitimed to january 8; warnings for explicit adult content ]
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Jan. 22nd, 2009 05:54 pmblowupthefloatsFeeling adventurous today, Munch forwent putting the usual cocktails on the board. Instead he decided to try out some mixes from a little black book he'd been thumbing through the last time he'd 'tended.
Tonight's Specials
Criminal Mastermind
Pratfall
Rifleman
The specials up, Munch steps back. "Bar's open, folks. What'll it be?"
---
And down at the opposite end of the bar from Munch, Tim Speedle is finishing up some backlogged paperwork.
He could be talked into putting it aside for a while.
OOC: [two pups, one mun, one Happy Hour. Have at, folken!
tag o'tiny: The Old Firm]
Criminal Mastermind
Pratfall
Rifleman
The specials up, Munch steps back. "Bar's open, folks. What'll it be?"
---
And down at the opposite end of the bar from Munch, Tim Speedle is finishing up some backlogged paperwork.
He could be talked into putting it aside for a while.
OOC: [two pups, one mun, one Happy Hour. Have at, folken!
tag o'tiny: The Old Firm]
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Jan. 22nd, 2009 06:10 pmisaysimplewordsAfter the recent encounter with and subsequent caretaking of Bela, Cal is in a rather somber frame of mind. He's worried about her deal, about how to break it and how she's handling it, and about what an eternity in Hell really means.
(And the condition she was in, drugging herself to escape her misery - it got to him more than he'd like to admit. It isn't so very long, after all, since that was him.)
He's left his iPod upstairs today in favor of a book. Even his reading material is more serious - he'd dropped it for a while in favor of his son's autobiography (half-memorized already at this point), but today it suits his mood. He's not paying it much attention, though.
Why, yes, he could stand a little conversation. How'd you guess?
[OOC: Open till it scrolls off the front page.]
tinytag: billy kaplan, the old firm, annabelle newfield, lyssa, the russian astronaut]
(And the condition she was in, drugging herself to escape her misery - it got to him more than he'd like to admit. It isn't so very long, after all, since that was him.)
He's left his iPod upstairs today in favor of a book. Even his reading material is more serious - he'd dropped it for a while in favor of his son's autobiography (half-memorized already at this point), but today it suits his mood. He's not paying it much attention, though.
Why, yes, he could stand a little conversation. How'd you guess?
[OOC: Open till it scrolls off the front page.]
tinytag: billy kaplan, the old firm, annabelle newfield, lyssa, the russian astronaut]
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Jan. 22nd, 2009 06:23 pmgotaheadstart.livejournal.comThe Observation Window is something she's been trying to avoid as of late. Actually, it's something she's avoided ever since her first day here.
But ironically, it's the one thing she's drawn toward today when she finds herself in need of a way to tune out the rest of the world. She's lost in her own thoughts, mesmerized by the changing colors and patterns in front of her.
There's a cup of tea still steaming next to her, but in a few minutes, it will have gone cold, forgotten about completely.
If one happens to approach her, do so with caution. She may jump.
[tiny tags: billy kaplan, the old firm]
[ooc: open forever.]
But ironically, it's the one thing she's drawn toward today when she finds herself in need of a way to tune out the rest of the world. She's lost in her own thoughts, mesmerized by the changing colors and patterns in front of her.
There's a cup of tea still steaming next to her, but in a few minutes, it will have gone cold, forgotten about completely.
If one happens to approach her, do so with caution. She may jump.
[tiny tags: billy kaplan, the old firm]
[ooc: open forever.]
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Jan. 22nd, 2009 06:41 pmbringer_of_funBobby had been looking for an entrance to the bar for ages, so when one appeared where the door the back patio should be, he didn't even think twice before stepping through. Now, he is out by the lake wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks, sitting on a lounger fashioned our of ice.
He seems to be sun bathing.
He seems to be sun bathing.
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Jan. 22nd, 2009 08:00 pmnotefulMeg Ford is seated at a table not far from the door, writing something in a notebook.
Her crutches are leaned up against the edge of the table, and she's really not paying any attention to them.
Actually, they're extending further out into the walkway than she realizes.
[tiny tag: Castiel, Meg Ford]
Her crutches are leaned up against the edge of the table, and she's really not paying any attention to them.
Actually, they're extending further out into the walkway than she realizes.
[tiny tag: Castiel, Meg Ford]
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Jan. 22nd, 2009 09:28 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy is sitting at the bar, staring irritably at a very expensive car repair bill.
It would have been nice if the guy who was stealing his car at the time it broke down could cough up for the repair, but he's glad at least that he still has his car.
After a while, he asks Bar for a book on car maintenance, and receives a note.
'No, take it to the mechanic.'
It would have been nice if the guy who was stealing his car at the time it broke down could cough up for the repair, but he's glad at least that he still has his car.
After a while, he asks Bar for a book on car maintenance, and receives a note.
'No, take it to the mechanic.'
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Jan. 22nd, 2009 09:47 pmscurlock[oom:
I've been the lowest of the low on the planet
I've been a sinner all my days
When I was living with my hand on the trigger
I had no sense to change my ways
tiny-at-the-time tag: Miss Katherine Barlow
OOC: Warnings for a helluva lot of language, and possible 'triggery' situations.
I've been a sinner all my days
When I was living with my hand on the trigger
I had no sense to change my ways
Barlow estate, 1881. Business as usual. (Except not quite.)]
tiny-at-the-time tag: Miss Katherine Barlow
OOC: Warnings for a helluva lot of language, and possible 'triggery' situations.
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Jan. 22nd, 2009 10:09 pmellectricalElle's sitting at the Bar, her left arm settled over it with her head resting on top, and her right elbow propped up so she can point down toward a chess board that's arranged in front of her.
It wouldn't take anyone remotely familiar with the game to see that it's impossible that she's actually playing it. The pieces are set haphazardly across the board, many in places they could not possibly be, and quite a few have fallen off, looking like they'd recently been set on fire.
The point, though it's not terribly obvious, is to aim between the pieces.
It's probably fortunate she never seems to miss. For now.
It wouldn't take anyone remotely familiar with the game to see that it's impossible that she's actually playing it. The pieces are set haphazardly across the board, many in places they could not possibly be, and quite a few have fallen off, looking like they'd recently been set on fire.
The point, though it's not terribly obvious, is to aim between the pieces.
It's probably fortunate she never seems to miss. For now.
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Jan. 22nd, 2009 10:20 pmbetagainstmeThe door opens and in steps Alice, her footsteps silent as she tiptoes in, barefoot. Her hand is wrapped quite securly around another's, tugging her husband into the room. Once they're in, she shuts the door and eyes Jasper thoughtfully, carefully.
"So," She murmurs, her excitement and apprehension coming off her in waves. She tries to control it, knowing it's hard enough for Jasper anyway. He doesn't need his wife to be freaking out on him. "Uh, this is Milliways."
Sparklepire party.
teensy sparkletags: alice cullen, jasper hale
[ooc: no one...injured. :| jasper might om nom nom you. and by might i mean...will.
also; open til it drops off :)]
"So," She murmurs, her excitement and apprehension coming off her in waves. She tries to control it, knowing it's hard enough for Jasper anyway. He doesn't need his wife to be freaking out on him. "Uh, this is Milliways."
Sparklepire party.
teensy sparkletags: alice cullen, jasper hale
[ooc: no one...injured. :| jasper might om nom nom you. and by might i mean...will.
also; open til it drops off :)]
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Jan. 22nd, 2009 10:31 pmikissdhimbck[OOM: I am holding half an acre
Torn from the map of Michigan
And folded in this scrap of paper
Is the land I grew in
WARNINGS: Mild profanity throughout.
[tiny!tag: Miss Katherine Barlow]
Torn from the map of Michigan
And folded in this scrap of paper
Is the land I grew in
Barlow estate, 1881. Introductions are made.]
WARNINGS: Mild profanity throughout.
[tiny!tag: Miss Katherine Barlow]
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Jan. 22nd, 2009 10:34 pmfiery_ringCarlotta has been itching to do something physical, but having already been caught once in a tree by her form mistress has decided not to take any more chances.
Instead there is something infinitely more fun (or not), maths prep.
2(x+12) - 3(x-1) = 7
.'. x = ?
She sighs and taps her pen absently against her head, to stimulate thought.
[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]
Instead there is something infinitely more fun (or not), maths prep.
2(x+12) - 3(x-1) = 7
.'. x = ?
She sighs and taps her pen absently against her head, to stimulate thought.
[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]
