Feb. 22nd, 2009

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[personal profile] betagainstme
[OOMs: Sometimes the bouciness that defines Alice doesn't stick and she loses herself to wondering why. Luckily, she isn't one to mope around, so it all works out okay in the end.]




sparkletag: alice cullen, jasper hale
[identity profile] waylostandfound.livejournal.com
The sonic boom you might hear out back today means somebody is out flying through the late winter sky over the lake and meadows outside. Nathan had been making a regular habit of it, completely comfortable with his ability.

What he still wasn't comfortable with, was being Bound, and not even able to go somewhere else for more than a few days. So the flying was some way to try to not feel confined, and get moving again.

A while later he went back into the bar, and found a seat on one of the stools. Casually glancing around.

"Hey Bar, got any suggestions today?" He then asked.

(catch him either out back or in the bar)
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[personal profile] aimedforthemoon
[OoM: "Glorious Comrade Stalin has ordered that we will not take another step back."
contains possibly disturbing imagery with gore]


Esfir is paler than normal when she comes down today, pale with circles around her eyes. No gun today (she couldn't), but gloves and jacket and fur hat, and she heads straight for the back door. Once outside, she heads straight for the paddocks and the coat-wearing horses, and settles herself on a gate.

City-girl she may be, she's getting fond of horses and after that dream (nightmare) last night, she needs some fresh air.

In a little while, she'll head back inside to grab a mug of hot chocolate and curl up by the fire. Russian she may be, but this only means that she appreciates the warmth.

[ooc: Tag her either outside or inside, just let me know! This is also a Doppelganger plot post. For more info see here and here. First to comment with an OOC note gets the plot! And gone!]

tiny!tags: doppleganger plot
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Jane just fed the pigs when she opened the back door to the laundry room and finds the Bar instead which brings a smile of surprise.

First she looks around to see if Tom is around and when she doesn't see him since today she is dressed at her simplest not that she cares how he sees her, not really.

Then she moves towards the Bar and is pleasantly surprised when a tea tray appears along with a copy of the novel she was reading,

"Thank you very much, Mistress Bar."

The table she finds is right in the midst of everything because there's so much to see here.

Tiny tag: Jane Austen
Sparkle tag: Alice Cullen
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[personal profile] mogget_cat
There's music coming from outside the bar, today: A rare day in late February without too much of a chill, though still with the air of late winter. The sun has been out, and while it is still winter-weak, the dark roof of the bar has been soaking up whatever warmth it can get.

So today, the roof has a visitor, one also seeking whatever warmth it can get. Yrael is stretched out on the sun-warmed roof with a large book, basking in the rare warmth. He might have been reading, a moment ago, but now he lies with his eyes closed and a faint smile on his face, caught up in the achingly beautiful (and, admittedly, slightly sinister) music.
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[personal profile] ofthefamily
[OOM:

"You protect my son," Elizabeth Masen had told him yesterday. "I know you will do everything that needs doing to save him."

There's a plan forming in Carlisle's mind, one he's scared of and one he realized a while ago he desperately wanted to execute. Carlisle snorts to himself. Execute.]

[tinytag: carlisle cullen]
[identity profile] petraarkanian.livejournal.com
[OOM: Nightmares never lead up to good things, never!

Petra is outside. She has a tree set up with a target, and she's throwing her knife at it with excessive force. She isn't happy. Not at all.

[OOC: Doppelganger plot post! See here and here for more info. If you'd like the viruuis, just drop an ooc comment and I'll get Pet to touch you. And she's gone!]
[identity profile] dare-the-devil.livejournal.com
[OOM: Backdated to after her this thread, Elektra finds comfort in Matt Murdock. Warning for adult content within.]


[Tiny Tag: Elektra Natchios]
[identity profile] oftyshalle.livejournal.com
[ everybody's gotta start somewhere ]

This OOM has received a rating of
UV/13
for ADULT LANGUAGE
[identity profile] piesordeath.livejournal.com
A little later, with a cup of tea before him, Ned is still seated at the bar. He hasn't moved yet, nor has he made the decision to head back to his world where Emerson is likely still working on the whole Bernard Slaybeck case.

Digby is settled near Ned's feet at a comfortable distance (in order to avoid terrible things from happening), happily gnawing on a chewbone.



tiny!tag: chuck charles, the old firm
[identity profile] gavehimherpower.livejournal.com
Sitting in the middle of a smaller area is Caitlin staring at the easel that's in front of her. Paints are on the table beside her and she gives a small smile. Tuning out the world around her she picks up her paint palette and starts painting. After all, being in this place... she needed something to do. What better way to pass her time than to do what she does best. Other than bartend.


[Tiny Tag: Caitlin]
[identity profile] sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com
Xaldin has taken a seat near the fire. Sort of. It's between two of the chairs near the fire, and up about thirteen feet. Plenty of space for someone to walk under him, and plenty of space to spread paperwork out. He's got floating coffee things, too, with enough cups to share if someone should ask.

[Tiny tag: Xaldin]
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[personal profile] aaaaaaaagh_sky
Some time ago, Moira Brown gave Ellen what was supposed to be a mole rat repellent stick and asked her to test it. For the sake of data consistency, they agreed that three would be a borderline sufficient sample, but ten would be preferable.

The stick did not work as promised. Oh, to be sure, the use of the stick guarantees that mole rats will not be a problem for the wielder- but it's not a repellent. Let's just say that the chemicals imbued in the business end of the stick are of the sort that probably makes mole rats wish they carried epi-pens (or would wish thusly if they a) could wish and b) had any clue about pre-war medical technology) and leave it at that.

Mole rat anaphylaxis is ugly. Ellen's return to the Bar from mole rat hunting today involves a request for a bottle of Nuka-Cola, a Salisbury steak and canned apples ready-meal (sorry, Bill, but some people have very weird ideas about comfort food), and a seat well away from the fire where she can read her recently acquired copy of Pugilism Illustrated. She'll take off her armor and change into her Vault suit later.

[tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), John Vattic]
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[personal profile] alertcommando
War. War never changes.

The romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth;
Spain built an empire from its lust for gold and territory;
Stalin shaped a battered Russia into a military and economic superpower.

But war never changes.


That is why Tanya is at a quiet table, with maps, a laptop, note books, pen and pencils.

She has a war to fight; she has a duty to fulfill.

And the female commando is looking for a couple friends who offered to help, but would not turn away curious people.



[ Annabelle Newfield, Tanya Adams, The Old Firm ]

[ Bait for Captain Ryan and Annabelle Newfield but all tags welcome. Open until it falls off. ]
[identity profile] neuroinvasive.livejournal.com
Lyssa has been asked to be bartender and she's going to enjoy it.

Specials
Dog Biscuit
Rabid Dog
Box o'frogs

Suggest a name for the puppy! Amusing names will be rewarded!


And because she's brought Soda and the bull terrier pup with her they're getting dog beer, anyone else brings a dog and they'll get treated too.



[tinytags: Lyssa]
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[personal profile] justcallmefee
Let me know the way, before there's Hell to pay,
Give me room to lay the law and let me go.


[ tiny tags in need of hangover relief : Fiona Glenanne ]

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Guppy comes downstairs, yawning. He had to come in for a few hours sleep; Alexander was particularly difficult to settle last night after having his three month vaccinnations. Guppy tried to convince him that having a slightly sore arm was worth it to not get whooping cough and stuff, but despite a detailed explanation on what vaccines are, with diagrams, the baby was having none of it, and the rest of the night went much the same way.

He gets a coffee and a doughnut, then settles in a cosy chair with a book on paediatrics. He could use distraction.
[identity profile] jv-034.livejournal.com
[OOM: Tonight we'll build a bridge
Across the sea and land
See the sky, the burning rain
She will die and live again
Tonight

And your heart beats so slow
Through the rain and fallen SNOW
Across the fields of mourning
Lights in the distance

Oh, don't sorrow, no, don't weep
For tonight, at last
I am coming home
]