Mar. 29th, 2009

[identity profile] lockedupwithme.livejournal.com
[OOM: Go Out and Round Up Everyone]




[ooc: dialogue from Watchmen chapter 1. beta-read by the marvelous [livejournal.com profile] doihearawaltz]
[identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
[[Richard Ryan and River Song have been spending quite a bit of time together. Ryan is pleasantly surprised when he gets to explain* this to a packmate he hasn't seen in quite some time. Shortly thereafter, Ryan recruits his new roommate to remodel the easy way over the full moon and has one of his dog tags stolen for his trouble.

Come full moon, Ryan attempts to repay this kindness in the usual wolfy way, but thinks better of it. Back inside, River is meeting* the prodigal packmate herself, with much mutual wariness. Neither sets the other on fire, something that pleases Ryan immensely. The werewolf gives the repayment thing another go, this time with much success, before River heads back to the Library to do even more research.

Millitimed from before the full moon on the 11 to some time fairly recently. Starred links are still in progress. Warnings for sexual content x2 on the fourth to last oom.]]


[Tiny tag: Dr. River Song]

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[personal profile] aaaaaaaagh_sky
Out of Milliways:

The most recent segment of Moira's Wasteland Survival Guide research meant that Ellen had to get into a RobCo factory full of pre-war robots. Alyx Vance came along to help.

And things just got waaaaaaaaay weird.



[tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Alyx Vance. Spoilers for Fallout 3.]
themidnightson: "That's Edward Cullen." (Default)
[personal profile] themidnightson
[OOM:

"I can't say that I've ever had to do this before."

No. they wouldn't have, would they. Wouldn't have ever had to do this on so many levels.
]


[Tiny sparkle tag: Esme Cullen]
[identity profile] amoneything.livejournal.com
A woman walks into a bar.

Sounds simple enough, right?

But this woman is wearing an interesting costume, the likes of which Milliways has never seen before (unless it's resulting from one of Bar's pranks).

For the Silk Spectre, this is just another day fighting crime. She hasn't had an easy time of it today, stopping a bank robbery and busting up a purse snatcher - and all before noon. The last guy she had to get a little rough with, and she unconsciously reaches up with her gloved hand to make sure she hasn't knocked a hair out of place before realizing she's not in her apartment.

"Well, I could've sworn..." Trailing off, she glances over her shoulder for the door she walked in through.

It's gone.

[tiny sex symbol-slash-superhero tag: sally jupiter]
[identity profile] waste-wanderer.livejournal.com

Good Deeds and Underground Troubles

The Healer's Hut

Weasel was recently injured in the process of performing a good deed for the people of Shady Sands.  While the village doctor was more than happy to patch him up, he threatened dire consequences if Weasel left the town before Razlo was satisfied that his injury was sufficiently healed.

Weasel does not have that kind of time to waste.  Thus, Milliways.

One scrawny blonde in a Vault jumpsuit, with a leather jacket slung over a chair.  If you've got a sharp eye, you can see him favoring his right shoulder.

[Tinytags of Nuclear Post-Apocalyptia: Weasel, Vault 13 Dweller, Ellen, Vault 101 Dweller]
[identity profile] poor-imitation.livejournal.com
[OOM: A chance is taken and for once, the rewards are great.]


[tiny opposite tag: Bizarro]
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[personal profile] ami_imperfect
[Yesterday: Dani and Enzo got an update on the situation in Amity Park/Dani's world that...didn't really sit well with them. So, naturally, they decided to take matters into their own hands.

After successfully saving the world, secrets are revealed and explanations are given, and Dani finally finds where she belongs.

Today: During a brief pit-stop in Chile before returning to Amity Park, Dani and Enzo spend some quality time, in which important confessions are finally made.

OOMs are rated F for teenage flirting, P for (totally justifiable and possibly gratuitous) property damage and E for Epic Saving of the World.]
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[personal profile] will_scarlett
With Spring, troubles in Sherwood start up again so Will is outside as he usually is, slashing and moving with his sword.

There's something restful and calming about controlling the motion of the blade and knowing with it, he can change things.
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[personal profile] vance_prime
The Front Door creaks open, offering a brief glimpse of bare earth and rusted metal under a hazy sky.

In steps Alyx Vance, no longer wearing the body armor she had when she left yesterday, but with a heavy metal cylinder clutched in one hand. "See you soon, Ellen," she calls over her shoulder as she enters the Bar.

As soon as the door shuts, Alyx sags into the nearest chair.

"That? Was messed up."
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[personal profile] childofathos
[OOM: I...shall make myself known to him in a vision. I shall speak with him in a dream.]]


She is dressed in black. It is the same outfit she had worn in her vision of Kanaan’s funeral. The irony is not lost on her.

The trip to Croya had been dishearteningly unfruitful.

Hence the pensive frown as she cradles her tea in her hands.




tiny-and-disappointed!tag: Teyla Emmagan
[identity profile] shadowsusannah.livejournal.com
[OOC: OOM: Well it may be the devil

and it may be the Lord

but you're gonna have serve somebody.]
[identity profile] glenview7537.livejournal.com
The door swings open to allow a newcomer in, as it does all too often in the End of the Universe: just this time the newcomer does not seem at all out of place.

The stranger allows himself a moment to regard the decoration, nodding satisfied at what his eyes see; the fireplace makes for a raised brow, but tired private investigators know when not to look the gift horse in the mouth.

Weary feet take him to a comfortable chair, and Philip Marlowe sits down to enjoy a moment of rest.



[ Philip Marlowe ]
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[personal profile] reallyaduck
"I'm afraid of Princess Tutu . . ."

Duck doesn't even care that the door opened on Milliways instead of her dorm room. It just means that instead of being curled up on her bed, going over and over again in her head the scene she saw on the bridge, she's curled up on the sofa, knees jammed up against her face.

(Well, it does mean she doesn't have her duck pillow to hug, which is sort of a blow. But she'll manage.)

If all she's been doing is hurting the person she's trying to help . . . maybe being stuck at Milliways isn't so terrible.
themidnightson: "That's Edward Cullen." (Default)
[personal profile] themidnightson
[OOM:

She needed a protector. And, through some twisted mismanagement of destiny, I was the closest thing available.

]
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[personal profile] river_meimei
River perches on a barstool, tucking her feet comfortably around the rungs and pressing her palms against Bar; she bends, after a moment, to rest her cheek against the smooth varnished wood. It looks like a greeting, especially to judge by River's faint smile.

An instant later, she's sitting bolt upright. What follows appears to be something like a one-sided negotiation -- except, as the conversation continues, it starts sounding increasingly as if River and Bar are entering into a conspiracy together.

"Deal," River announces finally, with a beaming grin, and hops onto -- and then over -- the bartop.

A few productive minutes later, the signboard reads, in several colors of chalk:

HAPPY HOUR

Specials:

Bentley

Quantum Theory

Egg Cream

Half price for anything pink


River looks quite exceedingly cheerful.

[Pink tinytag: River Song, Esfir (the russian astronaut), Gus Dickinson, Porthos, Chuck Charles, Jane Austen, Urahara, Izumi Ako]
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[personal profile] ginsu_master
Leo is paint covered.

Strike that, he is very mildly paint covered. Though there are more than a few bits sticking in his hair. He also has a nice overall finish of plaster and dust.

He might have been helping little brother and sort of, kind of slayer-in-law setup their new flat. A day's hard work with family makes him happy. Now, there is tea and people watching. The universe is good.
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[personal profile] fiery_ring
"Who are you to criticise my behaviour? Do it again and I will slap you!" Carlotta yells loudly at a slightly smaller girl just outside the door, before storming off into the bar and shutting the door.

She grumbles a few swear words in Spanish, then flops on a sofa. So much for learning temper control. But those second formers are quite unbearable...

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]
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[personal profile] guppy_sandhu
Guppy is by the trilobite tank, showing the baby the swimming fishy things.

"And this is a trilobite. Look, there it goes!"

"Gah!"

"And that's a... squid. Squid goes up, squid goes down. Squid goes up, squid goes down."

Alexander pats the tank with his hands. Guppy decides the aquatic life may not like this, so takes the baby back away a few steps.
[identity profile] veryscaryrobot.livejournal.com
NEXT WEEK, ON TERMINATOR: THE SARAH CONNOR CHRONICLES:

Today when Cameron steps through the door, she's swathed in a too-large policeman's uniform, with her hair tucked under a motorcycle helmet and her eyes hidden behind aviators.

She stops.

Then she carefully removes the motorcycle helmet, tucks it under one arm, and strides, boots clomping against the floor in a steady rhythm, toward the bar.

[OOC: ... I'm going to bed now, so this post is going to get reused another night. Consider it not yet happened! :D]
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[personal profile] joan_of_archaeology
If you were sitting close to the door tonight, it's possible that you'd hear the commotion suddenly just audible from behind it.

The chatter of automatic gun fire and echoing shouts just proceed the front door flying open as someone slams solidly into it. A woman with long brown hair and a kevlar vest over a stained and ripped white shirt hits the floor and bounces, scattering ivy leaves, bullet casings, and a set of car keys all over.

She's got a white-knuckled grip on a SIG-Sauer .40 caliber, and apparently no breath left in her body.

Get up, she's telling herself, but it's just not happening yet. Lucky for her, the door shuts on it's own.


[OOC: and slowtime, if you don't mind! Thanks everyone.]