Jan. 26th, 2009
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Jan. 26th, 2009 02:20 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
mandercommander.livejournal.comBonzo is out back, going through some practice with his...talents. Hence, there are small rocks flying; probably some branches, too.
Careful! One might hit you if you're not looking.
Beak and talons
Jan. 26th, 2009 09:25 amolyabird.livejournal.comThere is no sound when she flies. The passing of her wings paints a broad expanse of silence across the air.
The large tawny owl circles a few times until she spots a likely perch near the back door to the bar. She alights, the down thrust of her wings sending up a cloud of light powdered snow.
She arranges her wings just so, preening her breast for a moment, trying to remember the thing she wasn't supposed to forget. Golden eyes scan the lake, the paths, the fields beyond. She has a vague inkling that it was important, this thing she was trying to remember.
No matter. It will come to her sooner or later.
The large tawny owl circles a few times until she spots a likely perch near the back door to the bar. She alights, the down thrust of her wings sending up a cloud of light powdered snow.
She arranges her wings just so, preening her breast for a moment, trying to remember the thing she wasn't supposed to forget. Golden eyes scan the lake, the paths, the fields beyond. She has a vague inkling that it was important, this thing she was trying to remember.
No matter. It will come to her sooner or later.
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Jan. 26th, 2009 09:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aimedforthemoonTo be fair, there is nothing fundamentally wrong with X-wings; they are perfectly useful, adaptable starfighters. And, to be logical, Flight Officer Yazycova knows that she really does need to learn how to fly them.
It's just that today*, she's in a bad mood and thus comes walking into Bar muttering darkly under her breath about trying to fly a submarine.
(In Russian, fortunately - military pilots have never been people to mind their language.)
The flying manual gets dumped onto the Bar with slightly more force than necessary (there is a pause and an apology) and the tiny pilot scans the bar briefly for something - someone - else to pay attention to.
*a day that is after the yet-to-be-posted Battle of Endor, thanks to the joys of millitime.
ooc: and I love you all dearly, but I have to call slowtime as my brain is fading <3
tiny!tag: billy kaplan, ellen park (vault 101 dweller), teddy altman, the russian astronaut
It's just that today*, she's in a bad mood and thus comes walking into Bar muttering darkly under her breath about trying to fly a submarine.
(In Russian, fortunately - military pilots have never been people to mind their language.)
The flying manual gets dumped onto the Bar with slightly more force than necessary (there is a pause and an apology) and the tiny pilot scans the bar briefly for something - someone - else to pay attention to.
*a day that is after the yet-to-be-posted Battle of Endor, thanks to the joys of millitime.
ooc: and I love you all dearly, but I have to call slowtime as my brain is fading <3
tiny!tag: billy kaplan, ellen park (vault 101 dweller), teddy altman, the russian astronaut
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Jan. 26th, 2009 10:45 amhecu_marineShephard's gone over his few personal belongings and his bills as best he can. "Look," he says to the Bar, "I'll do my best to get back here with somethin' for my tab next time, but right now I got squat to pay with. Me'n Chell need to get back to base. I make it back here, you can have whatever I picked up between now an' then, all right?"
The Bar doesn't seem to object to that too much, so he heads over to one of the tables to wait for Chell while he goes over his gas mask one more time for maintenance purposes. It can't hurt. He doesn't have to wait long, though; Chell turns up a bit later, similarly ready to go.
They'll be leaving a note this time. Shephard doesn't ever want to hear that Freeman clown's name again, but, hell, he's important to Chell; if it means she doesn't have to worry he's not gonna put up a stink about it.
One note later, it's time to leave.
[Adrian and Chell are heading back to the Valve universe, but the post is open to anyone who wants to tag! Just indicate which one, or both, you're tagging. Tinytags: Adrian Shephard (Half-Life: Opposing Force), Chell Johnson (Portal).]
The Bar doesn't seem to object to that too much, so he heads over to one of the tables to wait for Chell while he goes over his gas mask one more time for maintenance purposes. It can't hurt. He doesn't have to wait long, though; Chell turns up a bit later, similarly ready to go.
They'll be leaving a note this time. Shephard doesn't ever want to hear that Freeman clown's name again, but, hell, he's important to Chell; if it means she doesn't have to worry he's not gonna put up a stink about it.
One note later, it's time to leave.
[Adrian and Chell are heading back to the Valve universe, but the post is open to anyone who wants to tag! Just indicate which one, or both, you're tagging. Tinytags: Adrian Shephard (Half-Life: Opposing Force), Chell Johnson (Portal).]
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Jan. 26th, 2009 10:56 amlicensed-pro.livejournal.comThere's a Charlie in the bar today, reading a perfectly normal book--it's Shakespeare, on a perfectly normal couch. In front of the not-so-perfectly-normal fire, complete with fish.
Wearing something most definitely not in the realm of normal at all. He's dyed his hair blue, straightened it, and has an interesting assortment of clothing styles on. Milliways decided to surprise him tonight, after going out to a club for a party, hence his rather unusual--by his standards--if not outlandish--by anyone else's--dress.
But he's perfectly harmless, really.The mun promises.
[tiny tags of sexyness: Pan, Ryan Evans]
Wearing something most definitely not in the realm of normal at all. He's dyed his hair blue, straightened it, and has an interesting assortment of clothing styles on. Milliways decided to surprise him tonight, after going out to a club for a party, hence his rather unusual--by his standards--if not outlandish--by anyone else's--dress.
But he's perfectly harmless, really.
[tiny tags of sexyness: Pan, Ryan Evans]
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Jan. 26th, 2009 12:40 pmmnt_mikeThere's a partially awake and jammie-clad Barman standing behind Bar today talking to no one in particular. Well, it's not so much standing as it is propping...but the narration digresses.
"Uh huh."
"No nono. It's fine. I'm happy to."
"Uh huh. Completely understand."
"Yup. No no, my fault entirely."
"Uh huh. Mmmhmmm. gnite."
"HAPPY HOUR IS..." he pauses to yawn. "OPEN."
And with that he slumps across Bar completely and falls back to sleep.
[OOC Note: As of THIS thread Happy Hour has been officially hijacked by Tommy. If you'd like specific interaction with the sleeping Mike, indicate that clearly in the tag. Say thankya.]
[tiny tag: tommy sheperd]
"Uh huh."
"No nono. It's fine. I'm happy to."
"Uh huh. Completely understand."
"Yup. No no, my fault entirely."
"Uh huh. Mmmhmmm. gnite."
"HAPPY HOUR IS..." he pauses to yawn. "OPEN."
And with that he slumps across Bar completely and falls back to sleep.
[OOC Note: As of THIS thread Happy Hour has been officially hijacked by Tommy. If you'd like specific interaction with the sleeping Mike, indicate that clearly in the tag. Say thankya.]
[tiny tag: tommy sheperd]
Doppleganger!
Jan. 26th, 2009 12:43 pmcandied-rabbit.livejournal.com((OOM: Momiji has a...rough night.
Warnings for violence and disturbing images.))
There is a rabbit-boy slumping tiredly against the Bar, today.
Well, not quite slumping. He's managing to stay upright, mostly so that he can occasionally bring the big, steaming mug of green tea that he's clutching tight in one hand to his lips and take a careful sip. Still, he looks slumped and almost hungover, with a weary heaviness about his eyes and, every now and then, he gives an unchracteristically tense wince or cringe at something noisy or someone bustling past.
When the cup's about half drained, he looks over his shoulder, towards the door. He can't quite decide whether he wants to go home, now, or not. He should probably wait until his head doesn't hurt quite as much.
...Sigh.
tiny!tag: doppleganger plot
(OOC: Open to anyone, but the first person to post with an OOC note gets dopplegangered. Any queries should be directed here or here.)
Warnings for violence and disturbing images.))
There is a rabbit-boy slumping tiredly against the Bar, today.
Well, not quite slumping. He's managing to stay upright, mostly so that he can occasionally bring the big, steaming mug of green tea that he's clutching tight in one hand to his lips and take a careful sip. Still, he looks slumped and almost hungover, with a weary heaviness about his eyes and, every now and then, he gives an unchracteristically tense wince or cringe at something noisy or someone bustling past.
When the cup's about half drained, he looks over his shoulder, towards the door. He can't quite decide whether he wants to go home, now, or not. He should probably wait until his head doesn't hurt quite as much.
...Sigh.
tiny!tag: doppleganger plot
(OOC: Open to anyone, but the first person to post with an OOC note gets dopplegangered. Any queries should be directed here or here.)
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Jan. 26th, 2009 12:45 pmbasic_powersFor some people, they're satisfied just building planes or models to keep themselves busy.
Tyler however, has his own personal obligation, which has more responsibility but is also kinda fun.*
So for the moment there's a young boy piecing together some sort of double-chambered box from varrious pieces on the table in front of him. He won't mind anyone stopping by for a word.
[[* further proof that Tyler spends a lot of time around Ray Stantz.]]
[oceanic tag: Percy Jackson]
Tyler however, has his own personal obligation, which has more responsibility but is also kinda fun.*
So for the moment there's a young boy piecing together some sort of double-chambered box from varrious pieces on the table in front of him. He won't mind anyone stopping by for a word.
[[* further proof that Tyler spends a lot of time around Ray Stantz.]]
[oceanic tag: Percy Jackson]
bashitwithearth.livejournal.comIn a rare moment of whim, Lexaeus is downstairs. He has a plate of roast in front of him, a beer next to his gloved hand, and his eye scanning the bar. It's obvious that he's considering something, though what is hard to say.
Carlos, on the other hand, is at the bar itself and he's very much not looking out. Perhaps he's here because he feels as if he hasn't done enough security work, but his focus is very much on one spot, the door, which doesn't seem to be providing him any pleasure at the moment. He has no food, but it's hard to say if he'd eat anything even if he did.
Meanwhile, the Rivan King has taken up a booth in the corner. He's got a massive amount of paper on the table and all around him but for once he's not signing any of it. Instead, he's looking over a number of large, rough drawings and consulting a few different tables and charts written on other sheets.
[specify who you'd like or randomized][tag: lexaeus]
Carlos, on the other hand, is at the bar itself and he's very much not looking out. Perhaps he's here because he feels as if he hasn't done enough security work, but his focus is very much on one spot, the door, which doesn't seem to be providing him any pleasure at the moment. He has no food, but it's hard to say if he'd eat anything even if he did.
Meanwhile, the Rivan King has taken up a booth in the corner. He's got a massive amount of paper on the table and all around him but for once he's not signing any of it. Instead, he's looking over a number of large, rough drawings and consulting a few different tables and charts written on other sheets.
[specify who you'd like or randomized][tag: lexaeus]
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Jan. 26th, 2009 01:56 pmonlyneed1shot.livejournal.com[OoM: A (wo)man that studieth revenge keeps (her) his own wounds green.
- Francis Bacon
Warning: contains references to rape and murder
tiny!tag: camille montes
- Francis Bacon
Warning: contains references to rape and murder
tiny!tag: camille montes
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Jan. 26th, 2009 02:04 pmscurlock[oom:
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
tiny-at-the-time tag: Miss Katherine Barlow
ooc: And a warning for swearing.
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Barlow estate, 1881. Lesson of the day: Math is dangerous.
Someone should have stuck to playing cowboy instead.]
tiny-at-the-time tag: Miss Katherine Barlow
ooc: And a warning for swearing.
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Jan. 26th, 2009 03:21 pmmogget_catOn the couch nearest the fireplace, a pale, white-haired girl sits with her guitar, singing to herself.
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Jan. 26th, 2009 04:11 pmwill_scarlett[OOM: Will and Atton try their own sort of therapy, it doesn't work as well as they'd like.]
(OOC: Warning for violence and two men with lots of issues.)
(OOC: Warning for violence and two men with lots of issues.)
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Jan. 26th, 2009 04:50 pmbythatmuch.livejournal.com[ oom: In which Max and Fiona have an official first date. There is dinner, dancing, and some really awesome dessert, if you know what I mean. *wink wink~*
Warning for explicit adult content. ]
There is a CONTROL agent strolling leisurely down the stairs, hands in his pockets, whistling ("Waterloo" by ABBA — oh, don't look surprised) and looking very much like he's been shot in various body parts with Cupid's most potent arrows.
He is, without a doubt, completely in love. He's spent most of the last week with Fiona, and it's been really, really awesome. (And really tiring. And kind of intimidating. But mostly awesome!)
Now, the thing about people who have fallen head over heels is that they often do not pay attention to where they are walking, as their heads are stuck way up in the fluffy white marshmallow clouds of Lovey Dovey Land, where choirs of cute cherubs sing of eternal happiness and fart little rainbows and cartoon hearts all day.
This does not bode well for these people, because not watching where your feet are going can lead to things like, oh, literally falling head over heels.
You know, like the way Max has just gracefully tumbled over that chair right there.
Thing is, he doesn't look fazed in the least. In fact, he hops up as though nothing happened and continues on his way to the bar, where he sits and orders a big piece of apple pie that will more than likely go ignored because he's so distracted by thoughts of his lovely Fiona.
Aww.
[ ooc: All threads take place before Fi's, kthx~ and calling slowtime at 9 PM EST, for my headache has pwned me.
this tiny tag will sweep you off your feet; Maxwell Smart, Fiona Glenanne ]
Warning for explicit adult content. ]
There is a CONTROL agent strolling leisurely down the stairs, hands in his pockets, whistling ("Waterloo" by ABBA — oh, don't look surprised) and looking very much like he's been shot in various body parts with Cupid's most potent arrows.
He is, without a doubt, completely in love. He's spent most of the last week with Fiona, and it's been really, really awesome. (And really tiring. And kind of intimidating. But mostly awesome!)
Now, the thing about people who have fallen head over heels is that they often do not pay attention to where they are walking, as their heads are stuck way up in the fluffy white marshmallow clouds of Lovey Dovey Land, where choirs of cute cherubs sing of eternal happiness and fart little rainbows and cartoon hearts all day.
This does not bode well for these people, because not watching where your feet are going can lead to things like, oh, literally falling head over heels.
You know, like the way Max has just gracefully tumbled over that chair right there.
Thing is, he doesn't look fazed in the least. In fact, he hops up as though nothing happened and continues on his way to the bar, where he sits and orders a big piece of apple pie that will more than likely go ignored because he's so distracted by thoughts of his lovely Fiona.
Aww.
[ ooc: All threads take place before Fi's, kthx~ and calling slowtime at 9 PM EST, for my headache has pwned me.
this tiny tag will sweep you off your feet; Maxwell Smart, Fiona Glenanne ]
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Jan. 26th, 2009 07:02 pmwine-women-song.livejournal.comAnd so he lounges at the bar, there when he wasn't before.
There's a sip from the flask, ever present in his back pocket. He looks a tad more tan than he was last he was here.
But there he is, taking in the bar's sights and sounds. And looking for old familiar faces.
There's a sip from the flask, ever present in his back pocket. He looks a tad more tan than he was last he was here.
But there he is, taking in the bar's sights and sounds. And looking for old familiar faces.
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Jan. 26th, 2009 07:10 pmwheatencrownOOM: Let Me Weep!
Tiny tag: Demeter, Doppelganger plot
(OOC: Warning for possible triggery due to mention of rape, Greek myth has far too much of it.)
Tiny tag: Demeter, Doppelganger plot
(OOC: Warning for possible triggery due to mention of rape, Greek myth has far too much of it.)
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Jan. 26th, 2009 07:54 pmparkerleeParker takes a deep breath, blowing it out with a sound like that of an exasperated horse.
Tax season. Parker has never tried to do her taxes on her own, before. And this year she is determined to complete and file them (correctly and well ahead of schedule) without parental help.
She’d come into the bar armed with her forms, her files of paperwork on her grants and scholarships, her bank statements, a legal pad, a calculator, three pens, and the library’s copy of Taxes for Dummies.
Three cups of coffee and several balled-up sheets of yellow paper later, and she thinks she’s finally getting the hang of it.
Still, a distraction from her IRS-induced headache would be nice.
Tax season. Parker has never tried to do her taxes on her own, before. And this year she is determined to complete and file them (correctly and well ahead of schedule) without parental help.
She’d come into the bar armed with her forms, her files of paperwork on her grants and scholarships, her bank statements, a legal pad, a calculator, three pens, and the library’s copy of Taxes for Dummies.
Three cups of coffee and several balled-up sheets of yellow paper later, and she thinks she’s finally getting the hang of it.
Still, a distraction from her IRS-induced headache would be nice.
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Jan. 26th, 2009 07:58 pmthebrokensoldierThere's an X5 sitting near the fire place. For once he's inside instead of outside. Even though his kind can stand the cold for long periods of time (Manticore would say up to six days. After all, they can go without food or water for that long), he doesn't want to be out in the cold. He doesn't notice the people coming and going. If only because he's adamant about the puzzle laid out before him. One that has over a thousand pieces to it.
Only thing catching his attention is scents. Otherwise, he's in his own little world.
Only thing catching his attention is scents. Otherwise, he's in his own little world.
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Jan. 26th, 2009 09:00 pmlatino_menaceWhen Ramon comes down to the bar this evening, he is presented with his usual bottle of tequila. It has a bow on it (pink). His steak has what looks like glitter on it (pink and purple) and a cake appears that he didn't order. It has a candle on it - and is pink.
He hasn't been keeping track of the date here but that doesn't seem to matter to Bar. He tells her that the trimmings aren't necessary (and is that glitter even edible?) but all she does is radiate a general air of smugness.
'Think you're funny, don't you.'
The cake disappears, then reappears with a My Little Pony etched on it in (pink) icing, with a bubble coming out of its mouth saying, 'Happy Birthday, Ramon!'
He gives her a sour look. Perhaps unsuprisingly, she doesn't seem too bothered.
[Tiny!tag; Camille Montes]
[OOC: Here for a while due to exam revision but may be a tad slow for that reason]
He hasn't been keeping track of the date here but that doesn't seem to matter to Bar. He tells her that the trimmings aren't necessary (and is that glitter even edible?) but all she does is radiate a general air of smugness.
'Think you're funny, don't you.'
The cake disappears, then reappears with a My Little Pony etched on it in (pink) icing, with a bubble coming out of its mouth saying, 'Happy Birthday, Ramon!'
He gives her a sour look. Perhaps unsuprisingly, she doesn't seem too bothered.
[Tiny!tag; Camille Montes]
[OOC: Here for a while due to exam revision but may be a tad slow for that reason]
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Jan. 26th, 2009 09:12 pmthecommonerThe door opens on an exasperated face.
Haruhi tried studying in one of the large reading rooms today.
With it's twttering girls and tall shining boys doing anything but studying.
[ Tiny tags: Haruhi Fujioka ]
Haruhi tried studying in one of the large reading rooms today.
With it's twttering girls and tall shining boys doing anything but studying.
[ Tiny tags: Haruhi Fujioka ]
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Jan. 26th, 2009 09:28 pmguppy_sandhuThe Guppy who steps through the door today looks subtly different. For one thing, he's dressed in a lightweight suit, which the keen of eye will note is made of something with almost armour-like qualities. The second thing is that he has a ponytail, which on questioning, he may or may not admit hides a bald patch in the middle of his head. And the third, rather less subtle feature, is the fact that he looks about forty.
He stops, frowning slightly when he enters, looking around at the patrons, and then casually steps into the shadows to establish which point in his usual timeline he has entered. And of course, to check that his usual timeline self isn't in the vicinity. Once satisfied, he walks over to the bar and pats her gently on the surface.
"Don't worry, I'll be good." he assures her with a grin. "I'll have a quick look around, then I'll get back to my own timeline, okay? My usual please."
Beat.
"Oh, don't I have a usual yet? It's a purple J20 with ice and a small cherry stuck to an umbrella."
He thanks Bar, pays in cash, and sips his drink, then looks around the bar with the curiousity of someone watching their old home videos, except actually getting to be in it.
[ooc: A one night trial of sorts, before the usual one returns - have at :).]
He stops, frowning slightly when he enters, looking around at the patrons, and then casually steps into the shadows to establish which point in his usual timeline he has entered. And of course, to check that his usual timeline self isn't in the vicinity. Once satisfied, he walks over to the bar and pats her gently on the surface.
"Don't worry, I'll be good." he assures her with a grin. "I'll have a quick look around, then I'll get back to my own timeline, okay? My usual please."
Beat.
"Oh, don't I have a usual yet? It's a purple J20 with ice and a small cherry stuck to an umbrella."
He thanks Bar, pays in cash, and sips his drink, then looks around the bar with the curiousity of someone watching their old home videos, except actually getting to be in it.
[ooc: A one night trial of sorts, before the usual one returns - have at :).]
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Jan. 26th, 2009 09:49 pmwheatencrown[OOM: Our past is always too close.]
Demeter is not terribly aware as she walks down the stairs from her room, she had slept so quickly after putting Momiji to bed and woken in such shock. She's not sure whether she wants to walk until she can't feel her feet and doesn't know the land under them or just sit.
In the end the fire draws her and she curls deep within her dark shawl, her hands are hidden so no one can see the marks deep in her palms. If you speak, she might hear you but her thoughts are far away on a dark day in Arcadia.
Tiny tags: Demeter, Doppelganger plot, Charles Monroe, the Pilot, Pan
(OOC: Warning for possibly triggery images related to rape in the OOM. Open to anyone, but the first person to post with an OOC note gets doppelgangered. Any queries should be directed here and here.)
Demeter is not terribly aware as she walks down the stairs from her room, she had slept so quickly after putting Momiji to bed and woken in such shock. She's not sure whether she wants to walk until she can't feel her feet and doesn't know the land under them or just sit.
In the end the fire draws her and she curls deep within her dark shawl, her hands are hidden so no one can see the marks deep in her palms. If you speak, she might hear you but her thoughts are far away on a dark day in Arcadia.
Tiny tags: Demeter, Doppelganger plot, Charles Monroe, the Pilot, Pan
(OOC: Warning for possibly triggery images related to rape in the OOM. Open to anyone, but the first person to post with an OOC note gets doppelgangered. Any queries should be directed here and here.)
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Jan. 26th, 2009 09:58 pmvance_primeOut of Milliways:
I was trying to find my way home
But all I heard was a drone
Bouncing off a satellite
Crushing the last lone American night
This is Radio Nowhere
Is there anybody alive out there
This is Radio Nowhere
Is there anybody alive out there?
Contains spoilers for Half-Life 2 Episode 2.
But all I heard was a drone
Bouncing off a satellite
Crushing the last lone American night
This is Radio Nowhere
Is there anybody alive out there
This is Radio Nowhere
Is there anybody alive out there?
- Bruce Springsteen
Contains spoilers for Half-Life 2 Episode 2.
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Jan. 26th, 2009 10:30 pmaaaaaaaagh_skyEllen really hopes she'll be able to track Sheriff Simms down when she goes back to Megaton. After that bit with Mr. Burke yesterday, she's really kind of skeeved about the town. As if the whole place being built around an un-detonated atom bomb wasn't bad enough!
Well, at least there's one thing she can do about that. Read. The library had several books that contained an awful lot of information on subjects that seemed like they'd be related to the task at hand, and so there is a young woman with steel-grey hair settled in at one of the tables, studiously poring over a copy of Duck and Cover!: What To Do In Case Of Nuclear Surprises.
Oh, and she's got a bottle of some kind of soda on her table that's glowing a bright enough blue that she could probably read by its light alone if she really tried. It's not like she trusts that thing not to do something awful to her room if she leaves it alone in there.
[tinytag: Ellen Park (Vault 101 Dweller), Skellig, Percy Jackson]
Well, at least there's one thing she can do about that. Read. The library had several books that contained an awful lot of information on subjects that seemed like they'd be related to the task at hand, and so there is a young woman with steel-grey hair settled in at one of the tables, studiously poring over a copy of Duck and Cover!: What To Do In Case Of Nuclear Surprises.
Oh, and she's got a bottle of some kind of soda on her table that's glowing a bright enough blue that she could probably read by its light alone if she really tried. It's not like she trusts that thing not to do something awful to her room if she leaves it alone in there.
[tinytag: Ellen Park (Vault 101 Dweller), Skellig, Percy Jackson]
Dare You Ask?
Jan. 26th, 2009 10:44 pm7twistedwishesSo, the Devil again has a sign on her table in a 'central' booth, where it will be the most visible.
Free Advice
Relationships, lifestyle changes, legal choices, business goals, personal goals, career goals, education goals, religious beliefs, personal growth, motivation, inspiration, no matter what, just today: let a Celestial Entity offer you guidance on what has you worried.
No compensation of any kind is expected, no responsibility for any unfortunate consequences is accepted.
Time to see who comes seeking her help. And who is desperate enough to follow her words.
[ Open until it falls off the front page. All tags welcome. ]
Relationships, lifestyle changes, legal choices, business goals, personal goals, career goals, education goals, religious beliefs, personal growth, motivation, inspiration, no matter what, just today: let a Celestial Entity offer you guidance on what has you worried.
No compensation of any kind is expected, no responsibility for any unfortunate consequences is accepted.
Time to see who comes seeking her help. And who is desperate enough to follow her words.
[ Open until it falls off the front page. All tags welcome. ]
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Jan. 26th, 2009 11:10 pmseaweedbrain.livejournal.comOkay, I'm on my fourth basket of paradoxes.
And so far I've gotten blue pancakes, barbecue chicken, and pizza with pepperoni.
This is awesome.
[tiny tag: percy jackson]
And so far I've gotten blue pancakes, barbecue chicken, and pizza with pepperoni.
This is awesome.
[tiny tag: percy jackson]
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Jan. 26th, 2009 11:14 pmsimon_doctorOut of Milliways:
We will end up on Moebius Street
Below the surface everything repeats
I have friends on Moebius Street
We are not strangers here
We will end up on Moebius Street
Below the surface everything repeats
I have friends on Moebius Street
We are not strangers here
