Mar. 21st, 2009
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Mar. 21st, 2009 11:04 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
coconutextract.livejournal.comThe Izzie walking into Bar tonight is walking without the noticeable bounce in her step. Gone is the makeup she normally wears - her face is wan and pale. She's not even in her scrubs. Her outfit consists of sweatpants and a bulky hoodie. Her hair is pulled back in a ponytail away from her face.
At least, she thinks to herself with a wry smile, she still has hair.
Izzie Stevens is dying, and she doesn't have much time left.
At least, she thinks to herself with a wry smile, she still has hair.
Izzie Stevens is dying, and she doesn't have much time left.
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Mar. 21st, 2009 11:14 amclean-sober.livejournal.comAnother day, another death.
More and more of those are happening recently. I know logically there was nothing I could do to intervene in this case -- making the horse thirsty this time didn't work, to misquote Father Martin. But it doesn't stop me from wondering why YOU still keep me around and let these young kids die instead.
Since I sincerely doubt I'll be getting an answer any time soon, a visit to the end of the universe seems like a good substitute.
[tiny!tag: William Banks]
More and more of those are happening recently. I know logically there was nothing I could do to intervene in this case -- making the horse thirsty this time didn't work, to misquote Father Martin. But it doesn't stop me from wondering why YOU still keep me around and let these young kids die instead.
Since I sincerely doubt I'll be getting an answer any time soon, a visit to the end of the universe seems like a good substitute.
[tiny!tag: William Banks]
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Mar. 21st, 2009 11:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mycursedfaceToday is a...scratchy kind of day. A niggling kind of day. Which is why when Medusa walks into the bar, instead of her normal flowing skirts and jingling bangles she has linen trousers with her blouse, and only one bangle around an ankle and wrist (she gets used to wearing things). Her normal clothes would be too much noise, too much stuff around.
She also heads straight over to the Window to press her hands against the glass and watch.
If she can't join - shouldn't join - then there can't be anything wrong with just watching a storm, right?
(Although, honestly, if this doesn't work in calming things, she's just going to go and...try weaving. Or something)
[ooc: Open until it scrolls]
She also heads straight over to the Window to press her hands against the glass and watch.
If she can't join - shouldn't join - then there can't be anything wrong with just watching a storm, right?
(Although, honestly, if this doesn't work in calming things, she's just going to go and...try weaving. Or something)
[ooc: Open until it scrolls]
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Mar. 21st, 2009 11:56 amjv-034.livejournal.comJohn's at the bar, eating a bowl of cereal--Count Chocula, to be specific. It might seem a little juvenile, but on his world, you can't get it anymore. Plus, cereal and milk aren't exactly standard issue for MREs. He'll enjoy Bar's hospitality when he can take it, really.
He's got a book sitting by his elbow on the effects of combat on the human mind. It's important to stay informed. Botherable!
[Tiny Tags: Dr. John Vattic, Cpl. Adrian Shepherd, USMC]
(This is still his self from the past; he won't be around the bar much longer, so feel free to tag.)
He's got a book sitting by his elbow on the effects of combat on the human mind. It's important to stay informed. Botherable!
[Tiny Tags: Dr. John Vattic, Cpl. Adrian Shepherd, USMC]
(This is still his self from the past; he won't be around the bar much longer, so feel free to tag.)
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Mar. 21st, 2009 12:23 pmaaaaaaaagh_skyOut of Milliways:
Bryan Mills insisted on accompanying Ellen to her world for a mission to spy on giant mutant crab monsters in the Anchorage War Memorial.
Needless to say, the crabs were the least of their worries.
[tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Bryan Mills. Millitimed to after Ellen gets her laser pistol back from Alyx Vance.]
Bryan Mills insisted on accompanying Ellen to her world for a mission to spy on giant mutant crab monsters in the Anchorage War Memorial.
Needless to say, the crabs were the least of their worries.
[tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Bryan Mills. Millitimed to after Ellen gets her laser pistol back from Alyx Vance.]
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Mar. 21st, 2009 03:49 pmever_lovin[[OOM:Back home Ben and Johnny finish up some odd spring cleaning.]]
Ben looks surprised when he steps into Milliways today, this being the first time the bar has nabbed him from a different location. He stands at the entrance only briefly however and then walks to bar to ask for a Sharpy and paper. Once these are received, he retires to a table to write a notice. He actually writes a couple of different ones on note paper (which bar thoughtfully provided without his asking) before he posts the following sign to the notice board:
Ben then heads back to bar to return the Sharpy and get a pitcher of beer to settle in to wait for any takers.
[Tiny ever lovin' tag: Ben Grimm]
[This is the first step to this OOM thread. Slow times likely until Monday. I've also set up the pre-threading here.
Ben looks surprised when he steps into Milliways today, this being the first time the bar has nabbed him from a different location. He stands at the entrance only briefly however and then walks to bar to ask for a Sharpy and paper. Once these are received, he retires to a table to write a notice. He actually writes a couple of different ones on note paper (which bar thoughtfully provided without his asking) before he posts the following sign to the notice board:
Do you consider yourself a Super Hero or wish you could be?
Wanted: Teachers and students for training purposes on my home world.
Nothing fancy, more like a game of pick up football than playing the NFL.
Any curious folks, look for Ben Grimm.
(I'm the guy made of orange rocks if we haven't met.)
Wanted: Teachers and students for training purposes on my home world.
Nothing fancy, more like a game of pick up football than playing the NFL.
Any curious folks, look for Ben Grimm.
(I'm the guy made of orange rocks if we haven't met.)
Ben then heads back to bar to return the Sharpy and get a pitcher of beer to settle in to wait for any takers.
[Tiny ever lovin' tag: Ben Grimm]
[This is the first step to this OOM thread. Slow times likely until Monday. I've also set up the pre-threading here.
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Mar. 21st, 2009 04:08 pmcallmemajor[oom: Lorne's getting really tired of having to apologize to his CO.]
The door from the infirmary leads to Milliways today, which Lorne figures is pretty typical. Keller had pushed a plastic cup of sleeping pills into his hand as he'd left, making him promise to take them if his heart rate wasn't back to normal in an hour.
How that fits into Milliways time, he has no idea.
He slides onto a school at the bar. Coffee is definitely a bad idea. Beer too.
"Can I get...something relaxing?"
He takes the cookies and milk that appear over to a chair by the fire, figuring he'll finish them off before heading to the cabin.
Sitting still that long could prove difficult.
tiny-overstimulated!tag: Evan Lorne
The door from the infirmary leads to Milliways today, which Lorne figures is pretty typical. Keller had pushed a plastic cup of sleeping pills into his hand as he'd left, making him promise to take them if his heart rate wasn't back to normal in an hour.
How that fits into Milliways time, he has no idea.
He slides onto a school at the bar. Coffee is definitely a bad idea. Beer too.
"Can I get...something relaxing?"
He takes the cookies and milk that appear over to a chair by the fire, figuring he'll finish them off before heading to the cabin.
Sitting still that long could prove difficult.
tiny-overstimulated!tag: Evan Lorne
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Mar. 21st, 2009 07:53 pmnot_lugosiBela's been home from Rome for a few days when she finally opens her closet door and finds Milliways on the other side. The time at home did her good; she's not nearly as morose as she had been. Being back in New York City always reinvigorates her. Besides, she's a survivor. You can't keep her down long.
That is not to say she is carefree. She still has a lot on her mind, but right now, she's in her favorite booth at the end of the universe. Her dirty martini with extra olives is delicious, and she just ate some of the best sushi she's ever tasted. Her night is definitely looking up.
Itsy bitsy tag: Bela Talbot, Cal Chandler
That is not to say she is carefree. She still has a lot on her mind, but right now, she's in her favorite booth at the end of the universe. Her dirty martini with extra olives is delicious, and she just ate some of the best sushi she's ever tasted. Her night is definitely looking up.
Itsy bitsy tag: Bela Talbot, Cal Chandler
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Mar. 21st, 2009 08:56 pmthere-is-a-me.livejournal.comSpoon is outside, running. With puppies. He's losing dogs as he keeps going and they are proving that he's...not always the smart one.
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Mar. 21st, 2009 09:06 pmlockedupwithme.livejournal.comIt's been a few days since Rorschach's first experience in the bar, and he pauses in the doorway this time, one arm extended to hold the door open.
Behind him, if anyone cares to notice, lies an eerily quiet and somewhat shadier-looking bar than Milliways.
It only takes him a moment to make up his mind, though, and he lets the door swing shut behind him and heads for the Observation Window.
Apparently the bar isn't a dream, and doesn't just exist in Dreiberg's apartment. This means the next logical step is figuring out where it does exist. Hence the solemn window study.
Long story short: There's a short masked man sitting on a table, making the 'thinker' pose at the Observation Window.
He's relatively botherable.
[tiny investigative tags: Rorschach, Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Charlie Monroe, Michael, Tommy Shepherd]
Behind him, if anyone cares to notice, lies an eerily quiet and somewhat shadier-looking bar than Milliways.
It only takes him a moment to make up his mind, though, and he lets the door swing shut behind him and heads for the Observation Window.
Apparently the bar isn't a dream, and doesn't just exist in Dreiberg's apartment. This means the next logical step is figuring out where it does exist. Hence the solemn window study.
Long story short: There's a short masked man sitting on a table, making the 'thinker' pose at the Observation Window.
He's relatively botherable.
[tiny investigative tags: Rorschach, Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Charlie Monroe, Michael, Tommy Shepherd]
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Mar. 21st, 2009 09:07 pmparkerleeParker should be reading over her English notes again. She has a quiz coming up.
Instead her attention is focused on the small bouquet of bright Gerber daisies that had been left hanging on her dorm room door. Chin in one hand, Parker smiles as she twirls the flowers between her fingers.
Seth, it turns out, is inclined toward mildly corny romantic gestures.
Parker approves.
Instead her attention is focused on the small bouquet of bright Gerber daisies that had been left hanging on her dorm room door. Chin in one hand, Parker smiles as she twirls the flowers between her fingers.
Seth, it turns out, is inclined toward mildly corny romantic gestures.
Parker approves.
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Mar. 21st, 2009 09:34 pmtheunsmilingAn angel clad in a denim jacket, torn blue jeans, and a white T-shirt with a crashed red rocketship and the words Science Fiction is Dead printed on it steps into the bar. She does not appear very happy, thin lines drawn around her mouth, arms crossed over her breasts, shoulders rigid.
This is what comes of attending parties in Hell. Though far more troublesome than devils has been the renewed violence between Faerie and human in New York. One boy is dead, and the Magus wounded. For all Michael's aid, there are limits to what may be worked through borrowed human flesh, even with prayer.
And if the Cat Anna is on the move -- what will be next? Shall there be deals with Dragons as well?
These concerns, among others, are what drives Michael to throw herself into a nearby booth, raising one hand to summon a waitrat so that she may keep herself occupied with coffee. Plain black coffee. And a doughnut. And several old books, among them a copy of Paradise Lost and several versions of the story of Faustus. Licking sugar from her thumb, Michael sets to work.
[ooc: Post open until it falls off the front page.]
[tinytag: Michael the archangel]
This is what comes of attending parties in Hell. Though far more troublesome than devils has been the renewed violence between Faerie and human in New York. One boy is dead, and the Magus wounded. For all Michael's aid, there are limits to what may be worked through borrowed human flesh, even with prayer.
And if the Cat Anna is on the move -- what will be next? Shall there be deals with Dragons as well?
These concerns, among others, are what drives Michael to throw herself into a nearby booth, raising one hand to summon a waitrat so that she may keep herself occupied with coffee. Plain black coffee. And a doughnut. And several old books, among them a copy of Paradise Lost and several versions of the story of Faustus. Licking sugar from her thumb, Michael sets to work.
[ooc: Post open until it falls off the front page.]
[tinytag: Michael the archangel]
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Mar. 21st, 2009 09:56 pmuntiedtheknotsBased on her clothes--sweats, a tank top and a battered pair of sneakers--somebody found the gym today.
Right now, though, she has her feet up, tugging at one of her hand wraps with her teeth while she tries to get the cap off her water bottle. Stupid plastic.
[ooc: open until it's off the front.]
Right now, though, she has her feet up, tugging at one of her hand wraps with her teeth while she tries to get the cap off her water bottle. Stupid plastic.
[ooc: open until it's off the front.]
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Mar. 21st, 2009 10:48 pmfiery_ring"I AM A TIGER AND I'M GOING TO EAT YOU UP!" shouts a little girl just outside the door, in an accent of half cockney half Spanish.
Carlotta bounces through the door with a miniature roar, and looks surprised to land on hard wood.
"Ollie, look, there's an inn!" She shouts back through the door, rolling forwards up to standing. She doesn't wait for him, but instead runs barefoot through, taking the chance to explore in case someone asks her to leave.
[Tinytinytag: Carlotta Brown]
Carlotta bounces through the door with a miniature roar, and looks surprised to land on hard wood.
"Ollie, look, there's an inn!" She shouts back through the door, rolling forwards up to standing. She doesn't wait for him, but instead runs barefoot through, taking the chance to explore in case someone asks her to leave.
[Tinytinytag: Carlotta Brown]
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Mar. 21st, 2009 11:54 pmsunbaked_bakerNightmares had driven Sunshine from her bed at a ridiculous hour, last night, even earlier than the obscene 3:45am that is her normal time to get up, get ready, and get to the coffee-shop to start the morning's baking.
In an effort to find some semblance of normalcy, she had retreated to the kitchen. All except a bare few of night-shift kitchen rats were still asleep. Keeping as quiet as possible, she had measured and mixed, beaten and baked the rest of the night and into the next day, making sure to wash her own dishes as she went, and staying out of the way of the kitchen rats as the kitchen got busier.
She emerges some time in the afternoon, carefully carrying a tray of baked goods over towards a table near the fireplace. The tray sports half a dozen large, moist cinnamon rolls, a mound of various muffins, various decadent desserts of different types, and one oval, individual-serving-size pudding dish with high sides, showing the light and fluffy pastry top to whatever is in it. Beside the tray, Sunshine sets up a sign:
Cinnamon Rolls As Big As Your Head: $1
--(Extra Icing: $.25)
Muffins: $.50
--(chocolate chip, strawberry, oatmeal cinnamon, sweetcorn, cracked wheat and walnut, hazelnut-toffee)
Meringuamania: $1.75
Hell's Angelfood: $1.75
Glutton's Grail: $1.50
Tweedle Dumplings: $.75ea.
Chocoholia: $1.50
Death of Marat: $4.50 (Only one, so get it while it's still here!)
With that done, she curls up in one of the large, high-backed chairs adjacent to the table with the display of baked goods. There's a spot of blood, dark on her yellow shirt, from where carrying the tray must have pulled the gauze free from the wound on her chest. She takes care of re-taping it first, before settling down to read (there's nothing she can do right now about the spot on her shirt). As she takes out her book, she vaguely wishes she had a blanket. The warmth from the fire is lovely, but she still can't get warm.
(Tiny tag of sunlight: Sunshine)
(ooc: Open for new tags at any time, until the post scrolls off the front page.ETA: Mun has already dozed off at her laptop once, so she is heading to bed. All tags are still welcome, and will be picked up tomorrow. <3 Here! <33)
In an effort to find some semblance of normalcy, she had retreated to the kitchen. All except a bare few of night-shift kitchen rats were still asleep. Keeping as quiet as possible, she had measured and mixed, beaten and baked the rest of the night and into the next day, making sure to wash her own dishes as she went, and staying out of the way of the kitchen rats as the kitchen got busier.
She emerges some time in the afternoon, carefully carrying a tray of baked goods over towards a table near the fireplace. The tray sports half a dozen large, moist cinnamon rolls, a mound of various muffins, various decadent desserts of different types, and one oval, individual-serving-size pudding dish with high sides, showing the light and fluffy pastry top to whatever is in it. Beside the tray, Sunshine sets up a sign:
Cinnamon Rolls As Big As Your Head: $1
--(Extra Icing: $.25)
Muffins: $.50
--(chocolate chip, strawberry, oatmeal cinnamon, sweetcorn, cracked wheat and walnut, hazelnut-toffee)
Meringuamania: $1.75
Hell's Angelfood: $1.75
Glutton's Grail: $1.50
Tweedle Dumplings: $.75ea.
Chocoholia: $1.50
Death of Marat: $4.50 (Only one, so get it while it's still here!)
With that done, she curls up in one of the large, high-backed chairs adjacent to the table with the display of baked goods. There's a spot of blood, dark on her yellow shirt, from where carrying the tray must have pulled the gauze free from the wound on her chest. She takes care of re-taping it first, before settling down to read (there's nothing she can do right now about the spot on her shirt). As she takes out her book, she vaguely wishes she had a blanket. The warmth from the fire is lovely, but she still can't get warm.
(Tiny tag of sunlight: Sunshine)
(ooc: Open for new tags at any time, until the post scrolls off the front page.
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Mar. 21st, 2009 01:04 pmOOC: Pure crackpost. Open for new tags until about 2 PM, and then will be slowtimed major as the mun is out of town early Sunday morning.