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[veryscaryrobot.livejournal.com]

Outside, somebody is standing stock-still, feet a precise shoulder's-width apart, head tipped back.

A bee lands on somebody's nose. Somebody does not appear to notice.

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[airegular-girl.livejournal.com]

Emiri is terribly off today, her eyes are red, and she's in her oldest, most comfortable pajama pants and a hoodie she stole off of Agito. There's kleenex stuffed in the pockets, and if anyone asks, she'll pretend it's a spring cold.

Just a spring cold. Nothing else at all.

Nothing of importance.

[tinytag: adachi emiri, wanijima agito, noyamano ringo]

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[lolzbombs.livejournal.com]

[OOMS: First, there is srs bzns about recent events.

And then Bridget makes a decision that will change their lives.]

tinytags: yamamoto takeshi, gokudera hayato, bridget

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[aimedforthemoon]

The whole way to get good at something is to practice. Esfir knows this, knows this very well, and there is nothing like the feeling of it paying off.

(There is nothing like the feeling of watching six bottles explode, but possibly that's because Esfir is a military pilot who seriously enjoys Blowing Shit Up)

So when the Russian astronaut walks into the bar from out the back, with fur hat and gloves and Ben Wade's Peacemaker on her hip, she could just be in a decent mood (ignoring, of course, her worry/hurt/anger at Katherine, the slightly itchy feeling she gets when spending too much time on a spaceship, and a lingering homesickness).

Quite the high possibility, given she's humming.

tiny!tag: cal chandler, teddy altman, the russian astronaut

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[dark_dancer]

The rifle's not reacting as smoothly as it usually does.
Cata noticed that, when she was outside this morning, so she didn't use it as much as she'd intended, instead settling on the sort of exercise she could do at home. Now that she's back inside and done with lunch, she's got the rifle on a table in front of her, trying to figure out what to do for the thing.
She can only guess it needs some sort of maintenance. but being from a world without this sort of firepower, she has no idea where to start.

(OOC: Open till it falls off the front page.)

[tiny!tag: Cata, the Wandering Jew, Ellen the Vault 101 Dweller]

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[candied-rabbit.livejournal.com]

Momiji is a little flighty about music, at times.

He'll go through periods where he's airy and playful about it, practicing with his violin off and on, then spend half a month being quietly gung ho, acting like his free time exists just for the sake of flouncing into his room after school and finding new pieces to work at. And, more rarely, he'll seem to forget about it entirely, his afternoons and evenings all taken up by something completely separate. These last few weeks, for various reasons, have been one of the latter instances.

Not today, though! Today, he's far too busy having a gigantic crush on Franz Schubert.

Instead, he's settled in a chair not far away from the Bar's piano, so that he can prop open a book of music against it. A violin (on loan from Ms. Bar, since his own is stuck at home) is in his hands, and he's just starting in on a sonata by the aforementioned composer. It doesn't sound particularly whole or complete, at the moment, both because the piano part is missing and because this is only one of the first times he's tried his hand at playing it.

But he looks happy enough to be going over it - and with his eyes closed, rather than lighting on the page, for the time being, he might not notice any lookers-on.

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[agloriousthing]

The Pirate King enters singing,

"With cat-like tread, we never make a sound!"

He's propelling himself on his knees which is quite impressive and shows off his legs to great advantage.

The Pirate King only stops when he reaches the Bar and is asked to bartend, he beams and with a dashing leap clears Bar's wooden top and laughs as he chooses a few specials.

Specials
Quarter Deck Cocktail
Pirate Float
The Rising Skirt
Sherry
Rum
Whatever drink you want if you kiss the Bartender.

Then he settles himself down still humming and conducting the background music.

Tiny Tag: The Pirate King, Bela Lugosi, Cal Chandler, Sarah Connor, the Green Fairy
(OOC: If you haven't met him before, the Pirate King has his own background music and rather special lack of logic and linear thinking or plotting so come join the fun, threadhop and this will be here as long as I can manage him.)

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[crysomemore.livejournal.com]

Heavy is sad. Heavy does not have his Aussie puppy yet.

So clearly the thing to do is put up a sign:

PUPE

PLZY?

DANKE

Hopefully the pitiful face he's making at the crowds will help the rather obvious language barrier, da?

The mun is currently wishing she had an icon of the Heavy pouting. Alas. It's also dinner time, so the mun will be picking up tags in a bit!

[ Tiny Tag: BLU Heavy Weapons Guy ]

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

There's a snap-flash of light out back, and then just one small pyro, stumbling to a halt in the slushy dead grass, bending over, hands on her knees, trying to get her breath back.

It'll just be a minute.

Or five.

Look, you might want to just go get coffee or something, alright?

First Entrance

[the_cupbearer]

There is an immortal, standing in the doorway, in nothing but a short tunic. He is obviously a little lost, but slowly his look softens as he sits on one of the nearby tables, putting down the silver oinochoe he held, blinking at the surroundings.

Most definitely not Olympus, no.

It appears Demeter was right...and Ganymede had thought it was nothing but a strange, fleeting vision from too much wine.

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[not_lugosi]

OOM: Bela, accompanied by X-23, goes to see a man about a job.

Bela stays in Milliways when she and X return from Maggio's New York. She stopped for a bit of shopping before returning, so she has a canvas bag full of newspapers and magazines to read for general research. She also has the thick file of documents Maggio gave her for the job. She's already marked up much of her research materials with the highlighter she requested from Bar, and she's making many notes on a legal pad as she goes. The key and the phone are tucked safely put of sight.

She hasn't decided whether to go back to her own world or to just leave from here again. She's almost afraid to see if more time than usual has gone by since she's been gone.

Tiny tag: Bela Talbot, Cal Chandler

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[vance_prime]

Out of Milliways:

"Well. Now... listen carefully, my dear."

Spoilers for Half-Life 2 Episode 2.

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill's in tonight, at a table with pizza, beer and a game manual.

He's thumbing through the pages while working through his second slice of super cheesy pepperoni and sausage.

Completely botherable, especially if you have any tips that'll give him an edge against a deputy back home who lives and breaths Madden football.

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[latino_menace]

Ramon's in an out of the way booth, methodically pulling stitches out of his hand. He chose to do it down here so that if it all goes wrong, and that finger doesn't work properly, it'll be easier to find Doc and shoot him.

Also, there is alcohol.


[Outlaw!tag; Miss. Katherine Barlow]

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[fiery_ring]

[oom: Half Term.]

Carlotta is out back, practicing gymnastics ready for the competition.

She does a string of backflips, lightly on the grass, and then stops. She wonders whether she ought to tone it down a bit.

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]

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[ofgreatinterest.livejournal.com]

The bar is, admittedly, still a bit off-putting for Dominic Greene.

He's the sort of person who runs on a schedule, and when large pockets of time suddenly appear within that structure, although it may not necessarily affect his actions on the other side of the door, it's a little bit inconveniencing.

Still, he is flexible, and time is precious.

So is blood, but he happens to be losing a bit of it at the moment, thanks to a paper cut.

Strictly happy about this, he is not.

[ tiny tag with no moral compass: dominic greene ]

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[toxic_perfume]

Cavilo is bored.

This is not a safe state of affairs for anybody.

Right now she's sitting on a barstool and nursing a cream-colored hot drink almost exactly the same shade as her jumpsuit, only a shade or two lighter than her hair. She's also alternating between watching the room and staring out the Observation Window.

[Tinytag: Cavilo]
[Open to tags until it falls off the page.]