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Feb. 28th, 2009
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Feb. 28th, 2009 11:10 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
lockitwithkeys.livejournal.comRoxas is out back, wandering aimlessly. Aside from not actually bumping into people or things he's not paying attention to where he goes.
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Feb. 28th, 2009 04:17 pmfriend_of_lucy[OOM: I had forgotten the world could be this cold.]
Tumnus comes downstairs and tries to hide as best he can near the fireplace, wrapped in a blanket.
The trembling still hasn't stopped even though he's done all he can to still it as he just stares at the fire.
He knows some tea might help but he doesn't wish to move for fear that he'll skitter on his hooves.
Tiny tag: Eragon, doppelganger plot
(OOC: Doppelganger plot and the bug is passed.)
Tumnus comes downstairs and tries to hide as best he can near the fireplace, wrapped in a blanket.
The trembling still hasn't stopped even though he's done all he can to still it as he just stares at the fire.
He knows some tea might help but he doesn't wish to move for fear that he'll skitter on his hooves.
Tiny tag: Eragon, doppelganger plot
(OOC: Doppelganger plot and the bug is passed.)
OOMs: Bad News Comes in Threes
Feb. 28th, 2009 04:42 pmsunbaked_baker(OOMs: After her first visit to a strange bar, Sunshine returned to Charlie's Coffeehouse. That night, instincts she didn't know she had are wakened (Really stupid instincts, she'd like to add). Special Other Forces are there to retrieve her from the scene, but rather than comfort, they offer Sunshine startling revelations about themselves and imply possibly dangerous consequences for her.
The next day, SOF once again pushes Sunshine for answers she can't, or won't, give. In doing so, they reveal another truth to weigh on her mind: the vampires are winning, and the human world doesn't have much time left. And that night, Sunshine finds an unlikely ally in the more-immediate fight for survival, only to be informed that the wound that has been plaguing her for the past few months is poisoned, and may eventually kill her. Gee, thanks world.)
(Tiny little ray of sunlight tag: Sunshine)
The next day, SOF once again pushes Sunshine for answers she can't, or won't, give. In doing so, they reveal another truth to weigh on her mind: the vampires are winning, and the human world doesn't have much time left. And that night, Sunshine finds an unlikely ally in the more-immediate fight for survival, only to be informed that the wound that has been plaguing her for the past few months is poisoned, and may eventually kill her. Gee, thanks world.)
(Tiny little ray of sunlight tag: Sunshine)
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Feb. 28th, 2009 07:11 pmlatino_menaceRamon's in a booth, looking both restless and thoughtful. Restless because he's just about ready to leave and thoughtful because since his conversation with Roxas a couple of days ago, he also has other kinds of work to do.
Perhaps he's also mourning the loss of his pirate costume. It's possible! Either way, he's looking for entertainment or productivity.
[OOC: Shortass!tags; The Old Firm, Kate Warner]
[Closing in on 3am, must slowtime for sleep. Will be around all day tomorrow to continue threads. :)]
Perhaps he's also mourning the loss of his pirate costume. It's possible! Either way, he's looking for entertainment or productivity.
[OOC: Shortass!tags; The Old Firm, Kate Warner]
[Closing in on 3am, must slowtime for sleep. Will be around all day tomorrow to continue threads. :)]
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Feb. 28th, 2009 07:43 pmnothawkingbird.livejournal.com(OOM: Will and Kate head to New York to watch her audition for Julliard and enjoy a quiet time with music and coffee shops.)
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Feb. 28th, 2009 07:50 pmonceareaper.livejournal.comThrough the door he shlepps, his wooden sandals scuffing on the floor. It has been a long day.
...
A long day selling things.
Yes.
>.>
...
A long day selling things.
Yes.
>.>
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Feb. 28th, 2009 08:25 pmnot_lugosiOOM: Bela is good at her job.
As a result, she has a briefcase laden with gold ingots hidden away in her room upstairs. The silver cask is out of sight, as well. She changed into more comfortable clothes once she'd finished stashing everything. She's too wired to sleep, even though she's damn tired, and she definitely isn't ready to go home quite yet.
So she's at her usual booth, with five small black boxes and her lock picking tools on the table, along with some coffee and a plate of mostly-devoured scones. She also has an ice pack on her shoulder. She tweaked a muscle at some point, but it's nothing some ice and ibuprofen won't set right.
Tiny tag: Bela Talbot, Cal Chandler
As a result, she has a briefcase laden with gold ingots hidden away in her room upstairs. The silver cask is out of sight, as well. She changed into more comfortable clothes once she'd finished stashing everything. She's too wired to sleep, even though she's damn tired, and she definitely isn't ready to go home quite yet.
So she's at her usual booth, with five small black boxes and her lock picking tools on the table, along with some coffee and a plate of mostly-devoured scones. She also has an ice pack on her shoulder. She tweaked a muscle at some point, but it's nothing some ice and ibuprofen won't set right.
Tiny tag: Bela Talbot, Cal Chandler
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Feb. 28th, 2009 08:35 pmtobeclosetohimGirl sitting at a booth.
Two shots of tequila.
One leather journal.
[Tiny Tag: Jo Harvelle]
Two shots of tequila.
One leather journal.
[Tiny Tag: Jo Harvelle]
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Feb. 28th, 2009 09:00 pmcolour_girlIt's been a while since Iris has been at Milliways. She's been who knows where, doing who knows what.
But here she is now, sitting at one of the tables, a cup of tea and a book in front of her. Strands of The Who can be heard coming from the earphones hanging around her neck by anyone who closely passes by.
Anyone who closely passes by can also see that Iris is only half reading. The other half of the time she's looking around the room, smiling faintly.
It's been a really long while.
[tiny tag: Duck]
But here she is now, sitting at one of the tables, a cup of tea and a book in front of her. Strands of The Who can be heard coming from the earphones hanging around her neck by anyone who closely passes by.
Anyone who closely passes by can also see that Iris is only half reading. The other half of the time she's looking around the room, smiling faintly.
It's been a really long while.
[tiny tag: Duck]
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Feb. 28th, 2009 09:01 pmgabriel_tamIt'd been a whim, but when the idea struck, Gabriel immediately decided to follow through with it. After all, it's been a while since he's been to Milliways.
(Besides, the time difference will give him a much-needed chance to recuperate before the evening's events.)
When Gabriel Tam settles in the armchair by the fire, he's dressed very formally. It appears that even several hundred years after departing Earth, white tie is still the standard for certain state affairs.
(Besides, the time difference will give him a much-needed chance to recuperate before the evening's events.)
When Gabriel Tam settles in the armchair by the fire, he's dressed very formally. It appears that even several hundred years after departing Earth, white tie is still the standard for certain state affairs.
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Feb. 28th, 2009 09:48 pmblowupthefloatsSpring Feeling Cocktail
Springtime
Irish Spring
Any other spring-themed or related drinks (however tenuous the connection) half-off all shift.
Looks like someone's getting sick and tired of the cold weather on his side of the door.
Roll up, roll up, it's Happy Hour. His name is John Munch and he'll be your bartender this evening. What'll it be?
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Feb. 28th, 2009 10:37 pmplays_chessWhen John comes downstairs, he has his laptop under his arm. He, as always, checks the door.
Unlike always, it opens--and he almost falls out. Instead he recloses it, looks around the room cautiously, and drops off his laptop at the Bar before running upstairs and changing into the clothes he came in in. He doublechecks his record of what happened the day he came in, so he can remember what he's supposed to know, and comes back downstairs.
He scans the room again, puts his hand back to the door, and leaves.
The door closes quickly so that no one can follow.
[OOC: Not open for threads--he'll be back! Thanks, y'all]
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Feb. 28th, 2009 10:56 pmguppy_sandhuLast night Guppy responded to his sudden unexplained drunkenness by eventually staggering into the infirmary, writing 'Possibly drink spiked' on the whiteboard behind one of the beds, and then hooking himself up to a monitor in case anything untoward happened.
The infirmary waitrat refused to supply him with the equipment to take blood from himself, so he drank a glass of activated charcoal and went to sleep, hoping he wouldn't die.
He didn't die, which is nice, but he does have one killer headache, and is lying languidly on a couch with a flannel on his forehead trying to piece together the events from the evening before.
He frowns.
He sits up and puts the flannel down.
"Um... has anyone seen my dog?"
The infirmary waitrat refused to supply him with the equipment to take blood from himself, so he drank a glass of activated charcoal and went to sleep, hoping he wouldn't die.
He didn't die, which is nice, but he does have one killer headache, and is lying languidly on a couch with a flannel on his forehead trying to piece together the events from the evening before.
He frowns.
He sits up and puts the flannel down.
"Um... has anyone seen my dog?"
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Feb. 28th, 2009 10:57 pmfairytaleknightFakir is slowly circumnavigating the bar, running his hands over the wood paneling on the walls. Perhaps there's a catch somewhere, and if he finds it, the door will open.
At a certain point, Fakir touches a painting of dogs playing poker. Nothing happens, except that a Saint Bernard in the painting leers at him. To be fair, Fakir has inadvertently groped the dog.
At a certain point, Fakir touches a painting of dogs playing poker. Nothing happens, except that a Saint Bernard in the painting leers at him. To be fair, Fakir has inadvertently groped the dog.
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Feb. 28th, 2009 11:34 pmveryscaryrobot.livejournal.comFirsts:
(1) The front door opens, and Cameron steps through.
(2) Her eyelids are coated with something sparkly gold and pink. It does not suit her.
Non-firsts:
(1) Her trajectory carries her toward the bar, where she stops.
[Tags are tight: Cameron, Duck]
(1) The front door opens, and Cameron steps through.
(2) Her eyelids are coated with something sparkly gold and pink. It does not suit her.
Non-firsts:
(1) Her trajectory carries her toward the bar, where she stops.
[Tags are tight: Cameron, Duck]
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Feb. 28th, 2009 11:51 pmnurse-espinosa.livejournal.comJ.D. and Turk had gone out with their college friend, and so Carla had planned on spending her own night watching whatever she wanted to on tv.
But instead of ending up in the apartment's living room, she's somehow back in this bar place. The scrubs are gone - she's since changed into a pair of jeans and a bright, multi-colored shirt.
"... great. This again."
[TinyTag: Tasseloff Burrfoot, Hey Arnold!, Carla Espinosa.]
But instead of ending up in the apartment's living room, she's somehow back in this bar place. The scrubs are gone - she's since changed into a pair of jeans and a bright, multi-colored shirt.
"... great. This again."
[TinyTag: Tasseloff Burrfoot, Hey Arnold!, Carla Espinosa.]
