Apr. 19th, 2009
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Apr. 19th, 2009 10:16 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
nitro-is-ace.livejournal.comAce wanders into the bar from out back, absently scrubbing her face and hands with a cloth that's only marginally cleaner than herself. Her traveling rucksack is over one shoulder, and the contents clank in a manner that will always make Ace happy.
Goooooood day.
The little pyro grabs a hot cocoa from the Bar before settling in an armchair, alternately sipping her drink and rifling through the contents of her bag.
Goooooood day.
The little pyro grabs a hot cocoa from the Bar before settling in an armchair, alternately sipping her drink and rifling through the contents of her bag.
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Apr. 19th, 2009 01:17 pmshadowsusannah.livejournal.com[OOC: OOM: time takes toll
the hours I'd roll
is it a blessing or is it a curse
seems this love makes matters worse]
the hours I'd roll
is it a blessing or is it a curse
seems this love makes matters worse]
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Apr. 19th, 2009 03:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wheelsy_sheriffBored Bill is bored.
Against better judgment he asks Bar for something to do and she gives him a box and a root beer float.
Lifting the box he arches a brow.
"Really? C'mon."
The float disappears and his eyes widen.
"Hey, okay. I asked, I'll give it a try."
The float reappears along with a bowl of M&Ms.
Smiling Bill opens the box and sets up the game, his first attempt careening off at an odd angle into someones drink.
"Oh damn, sorry."
Anyone up for Tiddledy Winks?
[tiny tag of law enforcement: Kate Beckett]
Against better judgment he asks Bar for something to do and she gives him a box and a root beer float.
Lifting the box he arches a brow.
"Really? C'mon."
The float disappears and his eyes widen.
"Hey, okay. I asked, I'll give it a try."
The float reappears along with a bowl of M&Ms.
Smiling Bill opens the box and sets up the game, his first attempt careening off at an odd angle into someones drink.
"Oh damn, sorry."
Anyone up for Tiddledy Winks?
[tiny tag of law enforcement: Kate Beckett]
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Apr. 19th, 2009 03:47 pmfanofthegenreA New York homicide detective, badge clearly visible on her belt, sits at a table, an untouched cup of coffee resting (and still steaming visibly) in front of her.
She's clearly distracted, though from afar, it's difficult to tell why.
It's not until one approaches that they can finally see for themselves: she's pulled out the ring she wears on a thin, long chain around her neck, holding it out to where she can look at it more easily.
Her thoughts are heavy; her mind full. Though if interrupted, she probably won't mind.
[tiny thinking tag: kate beckett, philip marlowe, rick castle]
She's clearly distracted, though from afar, it's difficult to tell why.
It's not until one approaches that they can finally see for themselves: she's pulled out the ring she wears on a thin, long chain around her neck, holding it out to where she can look at it more easily.
Her thoughts are heavy; her mind full. Though if interrupted, she probably won't mind.
[tiny thinking tag: kate beckett, philip marlowe, rick castle]
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Apr. 19th, 2009 04:28 pmcommand_dot_com"Eee!"
Excuse the noise, there's an excitable turquoise two-month old getting tickled with one of the new spring tulips by her mother. Both Mother and daughter are tucked up on one of the couches, enoying a breif moment of waking peace for the two of them.
"What is that, Mairi...is that a flower tickling you..."
Open to being bothered, or just to soak up the adorable.
Excuse the noise, there's an excitable turquoise two-month old getting tickled with one of the new spring tulips by her mother. Both Mother and daughter are tucked up on one of the couches, enoying a breif moment of waking peace for the two of them.
"What is that, Mairi...is that a flower tickling you..."
Open to being bothered, or just to soak up the adorable.
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Apr. 19th, 2009 04:34 pmssertsimfocigam.livejournal.comZatanna is outside leaning against a tree with a white tiger cub, who has decided to use her lap as a pillow and is sprawled across her lap sound asleep.
She isn't quite sure how she got outside, but Zatanna has decided to stay and enjoy the quiet before she goes back home. Pulling out a pack of cards, she starts to do some simple card tricks to pass the time.
She isn't really paying attention to anything, just kind of spaced out and lost in thought. Feel free to bother her.
[ooc: Open until it falls off the first page. Slow times welcome. Edit: Mun has to go to bed. Will tag when I come back Back]
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Apr. 19th, 2009 04:46 pmi-brained-clor.livejournal.comHercules, Prince of Power and Lion of Olympus, sits himself at the bar. He continues to think the time difference between the bar and his world is raaaather annoying.
For it seems so many others get such great things done, when his road trip hath yet to get across the country.
Twas rather frustrating.
So now, Herc drowns his frustration in ordered ale. That's how he deals with things that he can't punch in the face.
[tiny tag: Hercules, Em Lewin]
For it seems so many others get such great things done, when his road trip hath yet to get across the country.
Twas rather frustrating.
So now, Herc drowns his frustration in ordered ale. That's how he deals with things that he can't punch in the face.
[tiny tag: Hercules, Em Lewin]
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Apr. 19th, 2009 05:01 pmcallmemajorThere's no word on Sheppard, Teyla's still missing, and Ronon's brooding around the city ready to pummel anyone who looks at him the wrong way.
Lorne could use a distraction or two.
So while he's not necessarily in the best of moods when he sits down at the bar to order a beer before heading out to the cabin, he's more than willing to help out when a napkin pops up asking him to tend bar.
He steps behind the counter and pulls up the specials board:
Specials
Beer
The less he has to think about the better.
tiny!tag: Evan Lorne
[ooc: Open 'til 9ish PDT.]
Lorne could use a distraction or two.
So while he's not necessarily in the best of moods when he sits down at the bar to order a beer before heading out to the cabin, he's more than willing to help out when a napkin pops up asking him to tend bar.
He steps behind the counter and pulls up the specials board:
Beer
The less he has to think about the better.
tiny!tag: Evan Lorne
[ooc: Open 'til 9ish PDT.]
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Apr. 19th, 2009 07:18 pmgavemea_45He'd watched from the window as the ambulance had come to get the body of the murdered lawyer, then had let the curtain fall and turned away.
I didn't save him. I can't find Ava, I couldn't help this guy -- what good am I?
Dean's downstairs somewhere investigating, which means he's not around. The way Sam's feeling right now, that's more than fine.
He leaves the room and sneaks down to the old hotel bar. There's not much to choose from there, but the half-full bottle of Jager he spots on a dusty shelf will do for a start.
When Sam Winchester stumbles through the door into Milliways half an hour later, the same bottle-- empty now-- is dangling carelessly from his fingers, and he's well on his way to being drunk.
Then again, from the look of him, 'completely smashed' might be more like it.
[ooc: Slowtime requested as of 10:30 pm MDT -- thanks, all! Will tag up tomorrow.]
I didn't save him. I can't find Ava, I couldn't help this guy -- what good am I?
Dean's downstairs somewhere investigating, which means he's not around. The way Sam's feeling right now, that's more than fine.
He leaves the room and sneaks down to the old hotel bar. There's not much to choose from there, but the half-full bottle of Jager he spots on a dusty shelf will do for a start.
When Sam Winchester stumbles through the door into Milliways half an hour later, the same bottle-- empty now-- is dangling carelessly from his fingers, and he's well on his way to being drunk.
Then again, from the look of him, 'completely smashed' might be more like it.
[ooc: Slowtime requested as of 10:30 pm MDT -- thanks, all! Will tag up tomorrow.]
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Apr. 19th, 2009 07:30 pmblinkandyoumiss.livejournal.comSo, apparently what you do when your girlfriend pretty much drags you, kicking and screaming, back into the realm of what can only be called 'functionally broken' is take her out on a date.
A proper one.
Jenny kicked him out as soon as he was dressed so she could get ready, so there's a Bart hanging out in the general bar area.
He's wearing a suit.
He gave his flowers to bar for safe-keeping, but still, a suit. (Kid cleans up nice.)
Tiny future tag: Jenny
{Jenny's thread shall be last, which means if anyone wants to go eye him while he waits for her, he is totally open.}
A proper one.
Jenny kicked him out as soon as he was dressed so she could get ready, so there's a Bart hanging out in the general bar area.
He's wearing a suit.
He gave his flowers to bar for safe-keeping, but still, a suit. (Kid cleans up nice.)
Tiny future tag: Jenny
{Jenny's thread shall be last, which means if anyone wants to go eye him while he waits for her, he is totally open.}
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Apr. 19th, 2009 08:08 pmfeminine-menace.livejournal.comYT enters the bar carrying a plastic bag with six boxes in it, about as wide as her hand and almost as long as her forearm. The bag reads "Big Georgie's Guns & Ammo." Georgie is actually Giorgio Fratelli, a cousin of Uncle Enzo's. YT got a 25% discount on the ammo she got from one of his franchises.
She goes up to the Bar. "Hey, Bar? I need to leave a note and these" - she puts the bag on Bar's surface - "for Ellen. You know, the Ellen from that world where there was a nuclear war and now all the bugs are super-sized."
The Bar provides YT with a pen and paper, on which she jots a short note:
Dear Ellen,
I got that ammo you asked for - three boxes of twenty bullets each. You should be able to kill lots of giant bugs, mutant crabs, and mutant everything else with this. Come find me next time you're here and we'll go out to the firing range.
--YT
Once she's given the note and the ammo to Bar to keep, she orders a chef's salad and a glass of water for dinner, and digs in.
She goes up to the Bar. "Hey, Bar? I need to leave a note and these" - she puts the bag on Bar's surface - "for Ellen. You know, the Ellen from that world where there was a nuclear war and now all the bugs are super-sized."
The Bar provides YT with a pen and paper, on which she jots a short note:
Dear Ellen,
I got that ammo you asked for - three boxes of twenty bullets each. You should be able to kill lots of giant bugs, mutant crabs, and mutant everything else with this. Come find me next time you're here and we'll go out to the firing range.
--YT
Once she's given the note and the ammo to Bar to keep, she orders a chef's salad and a glass of water for dinner, and digs in.
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Apr. 19th, 2009 08:32 pmcutting_edgex23[OOM: In which a couple questions are answered, and a lot more are raised. X's neighbors are getting used to it.]
[OOC: Millitimed to Friday.]
[OOC: Millitimed to Friday.]
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Apr. 19th, 2009 09:24 pmgotapenny.livejournal.comOh it had been quite a long time since a certain uniformed class clown had walked into the bar. Months in fact if you asked the man that had it calculated down to the day if he had a second to think about it. The honest truth was things were moving faster outside his door than he had anticipated when he had last been in there. They had lost Sobel as their commanding officer, almost lost Winters from the Company, and gained him back with a new CO.
Now they were getting ready to go to war.
When the door opened the sounds of a busy military case could be seen and heard as the uniformed paratrooper ducked through what looked to be a tent. His face was blacked out with charcoal and smears across his uniform. The rest of his gear was out waiting close by to the sounds of roaring C-47 engines. "..get the stuff, Frank. Jesus Christ! You'd think that the kid would re..mem..ber.." Glancing up George blinked more than a few times as he saw the layout of Milliways and quickly shut the door behind him.
It was neither a mad reaction or a happy one that crossed the paratroopers face. Tech Sergeant George Luz had other things to keep on his mind over a bar appearing in the company's last billet for a while. "Damn door sneaking up like that, he murmured, shifting the rifle strap on his shoulder as he moved toward the bar. He needed a drink or five.
Now they were getting ready to go to war.
When the door opened the sounds of a busy military case could be seen and heard as the uniformed paratrooper ducked through what looked to be a tent. His face was blacked out with charcoal and smears across his uniform. The rest of his gear was out waiting close by to the sounds of roaring C-47 engines. "..get the stuff, Frank. Jesus Christ! You'd think that the kid would re..mem..ber.." Glancing up George blinked more than a few times as he saw the layout of Milliways and quickly shut the door behind him.
It was neither a mad reaction or a happy one that crossed the paratroopers face. Tech Sergeant George Luz had other things to keep on his mind over a bar appearing in the company's last billet for a while. "Damn door sneaking up like that, he murmured, shifting the rifle strap on his shoulder as he moved toward the bar. He needed a drink or five.
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Apr. 19th, 2009 10:05 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy has his clinic set up near the infirmary, but his attention is focussed mostly on his laptop. A DVD arrived earlier today, and he's now watching an image of a toddler, about a year and four months old, playing with a rag doll.
On the table next to him is a letter, mostly obscured, but with a few sentences visible. '... current economic climate ...failure to sell the house ...we will have no choice but to come back to Holby.'
He's not paying much attention to the letter now, considering it to be an unlikely outcome and an attempt to make him work harder at selling his parents' house. The video is much more interesting unless work comes along.
Free walk-in clinic
The doctor is in
On the table next to him is a letter, mostly obscured, but with a few sentences visible. '... current economic climate ...failure to sell the house ...we will have no choice but to come back to Holby.'
He's not paying much attention to the letter now, considering it to be an unlikely outcome and an attempt to make him work harder at selling his parents' house. The video is much more interesting unless work comes along.
Free walk-in clinic
The doctor is in
OOM: Arrivals
Apr. 19th, 2009 10:07 pmobligatoryassLogan arrives in New York with no further ado. And with a plan. It's not much of plan, but it's not terrible for all that.
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Apr. 19th, 2009 10:13 pmfairytaleknight[OOM: Fakir shields Mytho from the world.]
Fakir sets a handful of marks on the bar surface. "How much food can this buy? Plain food, the kind that keeps well."
Bar returns loaves of bread, cheeses, sausages, a few bottles of juices, and some entirely mysterious objects in plastic packaging. (The mysterious objects are some twenty-seventh century variety of Pocky.)
No one Fakir knows appears to be listening, so Fakir adds, "Thank you," as he pushes the groceries into a bag.
[Ping AIM: manuscriptgeek before tagging; I don't know how long I'll be able to focus tonight.]
[tiny tag: Duck]
Fakir sets a handful of marks on the bar surface. "How much food can this buy? Plain food, the kind that keeps well."
Bar returns loaves of bread, cheeses, sausages, a few bottles of juices, and some entirely mysterious objects in plastic packaging. (The mysterious objects are some twenty-seventh century variety of Pocky.)
No one Fakir knows appears to be listening, so Fakir adds, "Thank you," as he pushes the groceries into a bag.
[Ping AIM: manuscriptgeek before tagging; I don't know how long I'll be able to focus tonight.]
[tiny tag: Duck]
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Apr. 19th, 2009 10:29 pmtaishar_malkier[OOM: Aftermath.]
There are too many to heal, too many bleeding and dying, tangled among the corpses, for anyone's skills and strength. But Nynaeve has never accepted her own limits easily.
But those limits are there, which is why a combination of headache and her Warder have finally forced her to admit to the need to retire to a tent. Just for a little while, she insists, glowering, and Lan says nothing; just catches her elbow in subtle support as she shoves open the tent flap with unnecessary violence and a small stumble.
--Well.
This is not the inside of the tent.
(When you're more exhausted than you want to admit, when the world has changed within and around you, when you've survived what you always knew you wouldn't and you don't know how to feel about half a dozen things -- there's duty. Always, always, there is duty.)
Lan is stonefaced, on silent guard, and Nynaeve is pale and scowling, and both of them are covered head-to-toe in dust and gore and blood.
And, for the first time in months, inside Milliways.
There are too many to heal, too many bleeding and dying, tangled among the corpses, for anyone's skills and strength. But Nynaeve has never accepted her own limits easily.
But those limits are there, which is why a combination of headache and her Warder have finally forced her to admit to the need to retire to a tent. Just for a little while, she insists, glowering, and Lan says nothing; just catches her elbow in subtle support as she shoves open the tent flap with unnecessary violence and a small stumble.
--Well.
This is not the inside of the tent.
(When you're more exhausted than you want to admit, when the world has changed within and around you, when you've survived what you always knew you wouldn't and you don't know how to feel about half a dozen things -- there's duty. Always, always, there is duty.)
Lan is stonefaced, on silent guard, and Nynaeve is pale and scowling, and both of them are covered head-to-toe in dust and gore and blood.
And, for the first time in months, inside Milliways.
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Apr. 19th, 2009 10:30 pmrenegade-enzo.livejournal.com[OOM: Matrix and AndrAIa: clean AND dirty? No warnings; it's a fade-to-black.]
Someone is looking rather content today.
Very content.
And, to other cyberspace denziens, he smells quite clean. Like Refresh soap and some other flowery scent, to be exact.
If he'd known getting his link command would make him feel this good, he wouldn't have needed Dot to strongarm him into the wedding ceremony—he'd have done it as soon as Daemon exited stage left.
This means he'd be agreable to non-viral company tonight.
You're non-viral, right?
Someone is looking rather content today.
Very content.
And, to other cyberspace denziens, he smells quite clean. Like Refresh soap and some other flowery scent, to be exact.
If he'd known getting his link command would make him feel this good, he wouldn't have needed Dot to strongarm him into the wedding ceremony—he'd have done it as soon as Daemon exited stage left.
This means he'd be agreable to non-viral company tonight.
You're non-viral, right?
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Apr. 19th, 2009 11:23 pmwingsofstrength.livejournal.com[OOM: At Triet, Kratos begins to realize he needs to come to a decision.]
However, he steps not into the inn, but the Bar. A quick glance tells him Lloyd isn't following--and won't, at this rate--so he closes the door before the boy can follow him in.
Once the door is safely closed, he sighs tiredly and walks over to the Bar, clearly lost in thought. He sits down, and speaks directly the Bar.
"...If I asked, could you somehow tell me if anyone else from Aselia has access to this place yet?"
To his astonishment, a napkin appears on the table.
"...I see. Thank you." He visibly relaxes and sighs. "I seem to remember a rule about a free first drink." Beat. "I never took you up on that offer." An instant later, a sturdy amber ale appears in a tankard next to him. He sighs and closes his eyes, taking a long, deep drink. So there's what appears to be a mercenary drinking at the bar with a troubled expression, fingering a golden locket. Clearly he needs to talk.
[open until it falls off the first page]
[tiny tag: kratos aurion]
However, he steps not into the inn, but the Bar. A quick glance tells him Lloyd isn't following--and won't, at this rate--so he closes the door before the boy can follow him in.
Once the door is safely closed, he sighs tiredly and walks over to the Bar, clearly lost in thought. He sits down, and speaks directly the Bar.
"...If I asked, could you somehow tell me if anyone else from Aselia has access to this place yet?"
To his astonishment, a napkin appears on the table.
"...I see. Thank you." He visibly relaxes and sighs. "I seem to remember a rule about a free first drink." Beat. "I never took you up on that offer." An instant later, a sturdy amber ale appears in a tankard next to him. He sighs and closes his eyes, taking a long, deep drink. So there's what appears to be a mercenary drinking at the bar with a troubled expression, fingering a golden locket. Clearly he needs to talk.
[open until it falls off the first page]
[tiny tag: kratos aurion]
