Mar. 17th, 2009
Cover Your Eyes
Mar. 17th, 2009 08:28 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
olyabird.livejournal.comOlga slips in the lakeside door, shaking the wet snow off her coat and heading for the fireplace. There's a hint of a smile on her lips as she settles into one of the overstuffed chairs, peeling off her gloves and scarf. A passing wait rat brings her her usual Turkish coffee, waiting to accept its tip in silver coins.
Her meeting with Eduard has lightened her spirits. The young man has a compelling way about him, one that reminded her of Gesar when his hair was dark and his cheeks were smooth. She sips her coffee and thinks about the story she saw unfolding in his palm, smiling to herself. She hopes to see him again, sooner rather than later.
Olga spends a few minute staring into the fire and then beckons a wait rat again. She whispers to him, holding her hands up to indicate a distance of about six inches. The rat nods and scurries off to the bar. In a moment, he returns carrying a very small sign with the words, "Fortunes Told." She thanks the rat and again, tips him in silver.
She sets the sign on the table beside her. This should prove interesting.
[ooc: Please feel free to message directly (exlibrisignis on AIM) if there's anything in your pup's future that you'd like them to know about. Periodic slow time as I am at work. Open till it scrolls.]
Her meeting with Eduard has lightened her spirits. The young man has a compelling way about him, one that reminded her of Gesar when his hair was dark and his cheeks were smooth. She sips her coffee and thinks about the story she saw unfolding in his palm, smiling to herself. She hopes to see him again, sooner rather than later.
Olga spends a few minute staring into the fire and then beckons a wait rat again. She whispers to him, holding her hands up to indicate a distance of about six inches. The rat nods and scurries off to the bar. In a moment, he returns carrying a very small sign with the words, "Fortunes Told." She thanks the rat and again, tips him in silver.
She sets the sign on the table beside her. This should prove interesting.
[ooc: Please feel free to message directly (exlibrisignis on AIM) if there's anything in your pup's future that you'd like them to know about. Periodic slow time as I am at work. Open till it scrolls.]
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Mar. 17th, 2009 09:23 ampirate-gibbs.livejournal.comThe old pirate settles at the bar, ready to relax with a rum. (What else is new?) It takes a few minutes to notice the excess of kelly green decorating the room. It slowly dawns on him that it must St. Patrick's Day. As a good (if not very loyal) Englishman, he can't say he's very fond of the day. He won't mind too much, though, if the celebration includes some opportunity to sample whisky or beer (assuming someone else is paying).
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Mar. 17th, 2009 09:43 amalorn-bear.livejournal.comThere's a blond guy in a seat near the door, with a sign:
ANSWERING PRAYERS
BACK IN 15 MINUTES
HEAD OF SECURITY ON DUTY AFTER THAT
The number of minutes decrements every thirty seconds or so, for those who might need to speak to him.
ANSWERING PRAYERS
BACK IN 15 MINUTES
HEAD OF SECURITY ON DUTY AFTER THAT
The number of minutes decrements every thirty seconds or so, for those who might need to speak to him.
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Mar. 17th, 2009 10:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aaaaaaaagh_skyWhen Ellen goes back to her world, she's got a mission waiting for her, but she's also got Bryan Mills wanting to go with her. Thus, she hasn't gone back yet. She's acquired a notebook from somewhere- a small one, as she's low on caps after paying Lucky Harith to take on a passenger- and she's assiduously trying to compile a list of everything a stranger to her world needs to know.
It's slow going. How do you figure out what's unusual or strange when you yourself tend to find everything unusual or strange?
She could probably use a distraction, so go ahead and poke her if you like.
[tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Yuuno Scrya]
It's slow going. How do you figure out what's unusual or strange when you yourself tend to find everything unusual or strange?
She could probably use a distraction, so go ahead and poke her if you like.
[tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Yuuno Scrya]
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Mar. 17th, 2009 11:22 amwhatsatisfiesme.livejournal.com((OOM: In which Gilbert wins at the expectations game.
Dialogue taken from Kaze To Ki No Uta, Vol. 2))
Gilbert Cocteau is really too small to stalk effectively. As stonily as he may press his lips together and set the coolly frustrated look on his face, half-pout and half-glare, in place, there's something about a young man of his height and weight trying to strut around in a fury that just isn't intimidating.
But he's giving it his all, when he comes through the door today.
Wherever he's entering from, there's a powerful breeze behind him, making his black jacket flutter forward and his hair blow into his eyes. He doesn't bother to straighten either as he moves right for the Bar, shoes clacking firmly on the floor. Once or twice, he almost ends up treading on a waitrat in his attempts not to slow down...but he finally reaches a stool and sinks onto it.
"Something hard," he orders, looking down.
...Gilbert gets a glass of milk for his troubles.
"That's not funny."
Dialogue taken from Kaze To Ki No Uta, Vol. 2))
Gilbert Cocteau is really too small to stalk effectively. As stonily as he may press his lips together and set the coolly frustrated look on his face, half-pout and half-glare, in place, there's something about a young man of his height and weight trying to strut around in a fury that just isn't intimidating.
But he's giving it his all, when he comes through the door today.
Wherever he's entering from, there's a powerful breeze behind him, making his black jacket flutter forward and his hair blow into his eyes. He doesn't bother to straighten either as he moves right for the Bar, shoes clacking firmly on the floor. Once or twice, he almost ends up treading on a waitrat in his attempts not to slow down...but he finally reaches a stool and sinks onto it.
"Something hard," he orders, looking down.
...Gilbert gets a glass of milk for his troubles.
"That's not funny."
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Mar. 17th, 2009 11:32 amonlyneed1shot.livejournal.comCamille is in the middle of something, and it's not what she is actually doing. What that something is, she won't say, but then again a spy is a spy is a spy. Occasionally, they like being secretive just because they can.
However, she thinks better when she is doing something else, and today that something else involves cards.
And balance.
And a good deal of patience.
Yes, ladies and gentleman, she is building a house of cards. It's harder than it looks.
tiny!tag: camille montes, jane austen
However, she thinks better when she is doing something else, and today that something else involves cards.
And balance.
And a good deal of patience.
Yes, ladies and gentleman, she is building a house of cards. It's harder than it looks.
tiny!tag: camille montes, jane austen
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Mar. 17th, 2009 12:50 pmyinyangwizard.livejournal.comThe weather in the Milliways grounds is finally turning springlike, so Seimei is out enjoying it. He is in fact playing a bit of koto music for the occasion. He's actually better with a shakuhachi, which he has practiced with more often and more assiduously over the centuries, but the meditative bamboo flute does not lend itself very well to cheerful tunes. Although his koto playing is not nearly so bad as he often insists it is.
Very much botherable, although he may pluck absentmindedly at the strings of the koto during any given conversation.
Very much botherable, although he may pluck absentmindedly at the strings of the koto during any given conversation.
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Mar. 17th, 2009 02:27 pmever_lovinIt's breakfast time, or maybe brunch, back home when Ben steps in the bar today so he orders himself a plate of steak and eggs. The repairs of the Baxter Building are coming along great but the kitchen still isn't to his standards and he aint cooking anything until it is. When his plate arrives he grabs a fork and is about to dig in when he sees what he got.
"Green eggs? An' that better not be ham," he says before a note appears which reads, "No it's not. Happy Saint Patrick's Day."
"Okay," he replies still eying the eggs. "Can I have some green beer then?"
Ben normally does drink this early but he needs some fortifying before he faces those eggs.
[[Ting Ever Lovin' tag: Ben Grimm]]
"Green eggs? An' that better not be ham," he says before a note appears which reads, "No it's not. Happy Saint Patrick's Day."
"Okay," he replies still eying the eggs. "Can I have some green beer then?"
Ben normally does drink this early but he needs some fortifying before he faces those eggs.
[[Ting Ever Lovin' tag: Ben Grimm]]
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Mar. 17th, 2009 02:56 pmg00d_d0ggieIt's a clear, sunny day behind Milliways for once. The grass is green, the birds are singing, and the giant knuckle-walking robots are taking a pleasant stroll by the lake.
With a young woman sitting on top of him.
The signs of spring at the end of the universe are just a little different.
[tinytag: Alyx Vance, D0G, Ellen Park (Vault 101 Dweller)]
With a young woman sitting on top of him.
The signs of spring at the end of the universe are just a little different.
[tinytag: Alyx Vance, D0G, Ellen Park (Vault 101 Dweller)]
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Mar. 17th, 2009 03:11 pmwheatencrownDemeter has never spent a lot of time in Ireland but she has walked through it a time or two.
Things just grow there so beautifully and so in celebration of the day not so much the saint because she never met him, Demeter is wearing one of her greenest dresses as she sits outside.
The weather is crisp and clear and spring is there, she has some soda bread with butter and honey and is surrounded by bulbs and plants and planters.
Tiny tag: Demeter, Vext, Hercules
Things just grow there so beautifully and so in celebration of the day not so much the saint because she never met him, Demeter is wearing one of her greenest dresses as she sits outside.
The weather is crisp and clear and spring is there, she has some soda bread with butter and honey and is surrounded by bulbs and plants and planters.
Tiny tag: Demeter, Vext, Hercules
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Mar. 17th, 2009 05:34 pmloyaltyinmotion.livejournal.comJason is kicked back happily on the couch, sipping a Coke and fiddling with a laser pointer he found in his room while packing some essentials. Why is he packing and why is he happy?
More importantly, why did he bring that laser pointer downstairs? Cats, Bright Shiners, and women's breasts beware!
More importantly, why did he bring that laser pointer downstairs? Cats, Bright Shiners, and women's breasts beware!
Forge post
Mar. 17th, 2009 07:23 pmostro_gothTeja is back in the forge now, sitting at his workbench and working on something very small and golden.
It is meant as a gift, and the day shall be very soon...
The door is open, and the cats are playing in front of it, in the open. They have a scrap of fur that may have been the paw of a demonic rabbit once, and chase each other for it.
Teja may be concentrating hard, but he is open for business -- friends or strangers, customer or merely curious, all are welcome!
[[OOC: Forge post -- open until it scrolls off the page!]]
It is meant as a gift, and the day shall be very soon...
The door is open, and the cats are playing in front of it, in the open. They have a scrap of fur that may have been the paw of a demonic rabbit once, and chase each other for it.
Teja may be concentrating hard, but he is open for business -- friends or strangers, customer or merely curious, all are welcome!
[[OOC: Forge post -- open until it scrolls off the page!]]
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Mar. 17th, 2009 07:26 pmdust-and-air.livejournal.comLet us play a game. Let us pretend the mun is not completely lame and didn't post this awesome pup in once and then abandon him for about a year.
This is a pleasant fiction, is it not?
Regardless of the neglect, Maximus is indeed here and wandering about outside. He stopped wearing his battle armour long ago, when it seemed like his door would never reappear, so he's wearing a simple pair of leather trousers and loose linen shirt. His sword, of course, is strapped on securely.
The General is bored and frustrated and would welcome company.
[Gladatorial!tag: Maximus]
[OOC: Will be open to tags until midnight GMT, with slowtime in effect soon after.]
This is a pleasant fiction, is it not?
Regardless of the neglect, Maximus is indeed here and wandering about outside. He stopped wearing his battle armour long ago, when it seemed like his door would never reappear, so he's wearing a simple pair of leather trousers and loose linen shirt. His sword, of course, is strapped on securely.
The General is bored and frustrated and would welcome company.
[Gladatorial!tag: Maximus]
[OOC: Will be open to tags until midnight GMT, with slowtime in effect soon after.]
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Mar. 17th, 2009 07:40 pmsunbaked_bakerIt was high summer back home. Rae was practically guaranteed hours of wonderful, blazing sunlight each day. Here, it is early spring. There is no such guarantee.
But, deciding to explore, she had left the bar this morning when there was sun to be found, and had wandered out to the lake. Rae had recently had some bad experiences due to going out to a lake, but it was early in the day, and this wasn't the same lake. She wasn't thinking of that. She was looking for a place to stretch out and enjoy the sunlight.
Half-way around the lake, luckily, Sunshine had found a rock that looked like it was made for the very purpose of sunbathing. She had settled down in the sunshine, carefully unbuttoning her blouse just enough that she could fold down the collar, remove the gauze and surgical tape from the cut on her chest, and let the sunlight stream down on it. It was the only thing that did any good, that bright, direct sunlight. The only time it didn't hurt.
She lay there for hours, soaking in the early spring sunshine and reading. Rae hadn't felt this relaxed all week, what with the interdimentional bar kidnapping her and all. Eventually, she had dozed off, Dark Blood Four still open to her current page, resting on her stomach.
Clouds had moved in as evening approached, carrying the signs of an impending spring shower, but it was not enough to rouse her, yet.
(Tiny Tag of Sunlight: Sunshine)
But, deciding to explore, she had left the bar this morning when there was sun to be found, and had wandered out to the lake. Rae had recently had some bad experiences due to going out to a lake, but it was early in the day, and this wasn't the same lake. She wasn't thinking of that. She was looking for a place to stretch out and enjoy the sunlight.
Half-way around the lake, luckily, Sunshine had found a rock that looked like it was made for the very purpose of sunbathing. She had settled down in the sunshine, carefully unbuttoning her blouse just enough that she could fold down the collar, remove the gauze and surgical tape from the cut on her chest, and let the sunlight stream down on it. It was the only thing that did any good, that bright, direct sunlight. The only time it didn't hurt.
She lay there for hours, soaking in the early spring sunshine and reading. Rae hadn't felt this relaxed all week, what with the interdimentional bar kidnapping her and all. Eventually, she had dozed off, Dark Blood Four still open to her current page, resting on her stomach.
Clouds had moved in as evening approached, carrying the signs of an impending spring shower, but it was not enough to rouse her, yet.
(Tiny Tag of Sunlight: Sunshine)
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Mar. 17th, 2009 07:56 pmgonna_liveboth immediately arrested. ]
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Mar. 17th, 2009 08:09 pmshadowsusannah.livejournal.comThis morning Susannah got a phonecall from Holly Lehman's mother. One of those I just thought you should know calls. A little while later Mrs. Lehman emailed her a link.
Now Susannah rolls into the bar, on the phone with a former co-worker from Tet's technical department. "--shut down, Maxine. I don't care what it takes. Black out the Eastern seaboard for all I care, I want it gone."
She sounds upset.
"And get me the name." Clearly interrupting, "Yes, yes, of course it's probably a child, and if it is, well, we'll see. But if it's not--"
She pauses, struggling with her temper. "Then God help him, Maxine, because there's no one else who can."
Ten minutes later, on the outside of a gimlet, she's significantly more approachable. But still pensive.
Now Susannah rolls into the bar, on the phone with a former co-worker from Tet's technical department. "--shut down, Maxine. I don't care what it takes. Black out the Eastern seaboard for all I care, I want it gone."
She sounds upset.
"And get me the name." Clearly interrupting, "Yes, yes, of course it's probably a child, and if it is, well, we'll see. But if it's not--"
She pauses, struggling with her temper. "Then God help him, Maxine, because there's no one else who can."
Ten minutes later, on the outside of a gimlet, she's significantly more approachable. But still pensive.
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Mar. 17th, 2009 08:44 pmgonna_liveAfter the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to put us in the cell. Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want your wallet and your belt." And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my wallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you want my belt for?" And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings." I said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?" Obie said he was making sure, and friends, Obie was, cause he took out the toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars, roll the toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. ]
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Mar. 17th, 2009 09:23 pmguppy_sandhuIn one corner of the bar is a circle of chairs. In the middle of the circle is a table, upon which is a plate of cookies shaped like kittens, with raisins for eyes and nose, and the usual selection of tea, coffee and juice drinks.
In the middle of the table is a sign.
LIFE SUPPORT
Open to all
Next to the sign is a pile of fliers about what Life Support actually is, and a shoebox with a hole in it and a sign on the front.
'Suggestions box
If you have an idea of how to make Life Support better / what we could do that would make you want to come, please share it!
Also, new volunteers to help run this would be very welcome :)'
Guppy sits back and puts the lid on his magic marker.
In the middle of the table is a sign.
LIFE SUPPORT
Open to all
Next to the sign is a pile of fliers about what Life Support actually is, and a shoebox with a hole in it and a sign on the front.
'Suggestions box
If you have an idea of how to make Life Support better / what we could do that would make you want to come, please share it!
Also, new volunteers to help run this would be very welcome :)'
Guppy sits back and puts the lid on his magic marker.
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Mar. 17th, 2009 09:27 pmcutting_edgex23X slips downstairs after her shift in the nightclub, pausing momentarily to order soup, a sandwich, and a glass of milk from Bar.
Then she settles at a corner booth, pulling out the book of fables Tommy gave her and reading while she eats. At least that looks like what she's doing. Some things make very good cover.
And, of course, once her plate is cleared she'll pin her Security badge to her belt. She has never minded back-to-back shifts.
It is good to be useful.
Then she settles at a corner booth, pulling out the book of fables Tommy gave her and reading while she eats. At least that looks like what she's doing. Some things make very good cover.
And, of course, once her plate is cleared she'll pin her Security badge to her belt. She has never minded back-to-back shifts.
It is good to be useful.
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Mar. 17th, 2009 10:27 pmveryscaryrobot.livejournal.comCameron is sitting at a table in one of the bar's many shadowy corners, head bent over a small piece of paper. She holds a pen tightly in one hand, and her arm moves in short, smooth motions.
Every now and then she looks up and scans the bar. This includes staring directly at everybody near her. Yes. Even you.
Every now and then she looks up and scans the bar. This includes staring directly at everybody near her. Yes. Even you.
1920, Ohio.
Mar. 17th, 2009 10:30 pmthemidnightson[OOM:
You most certainly are the kind of man who would give himself stitches.]
[tiny tag: Carlisle Cullen]
You most certainly are the kind of man who would give himself stitches.]
[tiny tag: Carlisle Cullen]
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Mar. 17th, 2009 10:54 pmpetraarkanian.livejournal.comPetra has a large back over her shoulder as she enters a door into the bar. She is wearing clothing that look a little worse for the wear, and she smells slightly funny.
But she is smiling as she waves goodbye cheerfully to those who came in right before her as she starts to make a beeline for the backrooms.
But she is smiling as she waves goodbye cheerfully to those who came in right before her as she starts to make a beeline for the backrooms.
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Mar. 17th, 2009 11:11 pmmr_gaeta[OOM, Millitimed back a bit:
After Gaeta speaks to Simon Tam and Demeter, he has a few special deliveries to make on New Caprica.]
After Gaeta speaks to Simon Tam and Demeter, he has a few special deliveries to make on New Caprica.]
