1921, Cleveland and Columbus.

[ofthefamily]

[OOM:

He could run to Columbus in less than two hours; the most deranged errand Carlisle would ever feel happy to run in his near-three hundred years.

Can't leave her now with you we don't know how she will be. She's so young. Nearly ten years older than Edward when he was turned, but younger still. Carlisle sighs, trying to calm himself, coming down off a high.

He has a scalpel he could use.]

[tinytags: esme cullen, carlisle cullen]

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Knox is busy going over notes (written and recorded) from an interview he did today with a couple of detectives named Drake and Lance. He's been surprised to find that Drake is not only one of Gotham's few honest gold badges, but is also one of its best investigators. You would think Knox would have heard the name before now. But then, when detectives get exiled to the Hamilton Square precinct (also known as Outer Mongolia in some cop circles), downtown beat crime reporters like Knox won't hear their names. Which means that in some small way, an interview with Drake and his protege is an exclusive. That makes Knox happy.

Come say hi to the happy columnist.

[ooc: slowtime for work possible. Open till it slides off the page.]

OOM

[nomorekaraoke]

The drums are in the dawn,
And all the voices gone
And it seems that there are no more songs



((Tiny tag of woe: Lorne (demon)))

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[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM: She says do I know you?

I say well, no, not biblically

(well it's time to be wise; wise in the ways of the heart)]

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[janebecomes]

Today Jane's thoughts are on her writing so she doesn't quite realize she's in the Bar until she sits down and notes the light's not the same as the front room.

She simply sighs and picks up her pen once more, now if she could just remember the word she meant to use there.

Tiny tag: Jane Austen

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[forced-pilgrim.livejournal.com]

A horse walks into a bar; the bartender says, "Why the long face?"

A grasshopper walks into a bar; the bartender says, "We've got a drink named after you."

Grasshopper says, "Really? You have a drink called Norman?

A bear walks into a bar and says "Give me......... a bloody Mary."

Bartender says, "Sure, but why the big pause?"

The bear says, "I dunno, I was just born that way."

A frog walks into a bar and says, "Give me a scotch on the rocks."

The bartender says, "Holy shit, a talking frog."

A three-legged dog walks into a bar and says, "I'm looking for the son of a bitch who shot my pa."

A four-foot tall monkey in a saffron robe walks into a bar.

Then what happened?

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[ofthefamily]

[OOM:

If I ever regret this part it'll only be because it was too short.

Back to normal.]

[tinytags: carlisle cullen, alice cullen]

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[thursdays_angel]

See icon.





[Tiny Minimalist Tag: Castiel]

[OOC: *mun waves white flag* :) Bed beckons. Will pick up slowtimes tomorrow!]

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[noteful]

Meg slipped in not too long ago, found a comfortable chair, and pulled her knitting from her bag.

She's not working on anything too complex or difficult this evening, just a pale green scarf. She doesn't really need another scarf herself, or have a recipient in mind, but she had the yarn left over from another project, and she finds knitting relaxing.

At this point in the semester, breaks are not a bad thing at all.


[tiny tag: Meg Ford]

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[ostro_goth]

There is a little grey kitten roaming the bar today.

There is a grim dark Goth by the fireplace as well, but he is much less noticeable than the small grey feline wandering around the bar and sniffing for anything edible, preferably with fish in it.