Apr. 24th, 2009
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Apr. 24th, 2009 09:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hecu_marineThere were demon bunnies loose in the Bar the other day. Shephard stayed clear of most of that, but damn it was funny to watch. Left him thoughtful, too, since there's so many of the damn things outside so often. They make good target practice, and the Bar generally gives him some small amount of credit when he turns in a properly tanned and prepared rabbit hide. Thing is, ammo's expensive. On the other hand, there are mountains, and back when he was Bound he'd been working on a bowstave...
He'd always meant to learn. Guess it was time to try it without a teacher.
Anyone who happens to be out by the lake today, there's a Marine in olive drab T-shirt and camo trousers at one of the clusters of rocks along the shore. He's stacked some lumps of flint up nearby, and he's... well, he's periodically banging on one of them with another, pausing, and gathering up any flakes or chips that go flying. He's got a reason, honest.
[tinytag: Corporal Adrian Shephard (Half-Life: Opposing Force)]
He'd always meant to learn. Guess it was time to try it without a teacher.
Anyone who happens to be out by the lake today, there's a Marine in olive drab T-shirt and camo trousers at one of the clusters of rocks along the shore. He's stacked some lumps of flint up nearby, and he's... well, he's periodically banging on one of them with another, pausing, and gathering up any flakes or chips that go flying. He's got a reason, honest.
[tinytag: Corporal Adrian Shephard (Half-Life: Opposing Force)]
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Apr. 24th, 2009 10:05 amlastgunslinger[OOC: OOM: and every time you turn the soil
another cloud begins to boil
some things you say
are not for sale
i would hold that we’re
all free agents
of a substance or scale
hold still a while
don’t spill the wine
i can see it all from here
the weather systems of the world ]
another cloud begins to boil
some things you say
are not for sale
i would hold that we’re
all free agents
of a substance or scale
hold still a while
don’t spill the wine
i can see it all from here
the weather systems of the world ]
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Apr. 24th, 2009 10:20 amaaaaaaaagh_skyOut of Milliways:
Dukov's Place
Ellen trudges into the Bar tired, dusty, and with one otherwise-armored arm taped up and bandaged six ways from Sunday. It takes her a few moments' blinking to realize whatever door she stepped through didn't lead where she'd meant it to go. "Oh, thank God," she murmurs, and unshoulders a greasy-looking bundle that appears to be a Vault suit tied around something lumpy and squishy. "Is there anywhere with refrigeration I can use, does anyone know?"
[tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Annabelle Newfield, Barney Calhoun]
Dukov's Place
Ellen trudges into the Bar tired, dusty, and with one otherwise-armored arm taped up and bandaged six ways from Sunday. It takes her a few moments' blinking to realize whatever door she stepped through didn't lead where she'd meant it to go. "Oh, thank God," she murmurs, and unshoulders a greasy-looking bundle that appears to be a Vault suit tied around something lumpy and squishy. "Is there anywhere with refrigeration I can use, does anyone know?"
[tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Annabelle Newfield, Barney Calhoun]
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Apr. 24th, 2009 10:49 amever_lovinBen stopped pacing sometime around midnight last night and has been sitting staring out the window ever since. He replays his conversation with Val over and over but still can't think of any way he could have softened the truth. So he sits and waits. It's something to do right?
[Slow times likely and open 'til it's off the front page.]
[[Tiny ever lovin' tag: Ben Grimm]]
[Slow times likely and open 'til it's off the front page.]
[[Tiny ever lovin' tag: Ben Grimm]]
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kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.comWhen Inari woke in the morning she knew something was wrong. Not a bad wrong but something was going to happen. It was an instant feeling of knowing that it was to be her last day within the Bar she had called home for many a year now. Oh the door may return for her sometime, the Kami knew though the questions of when, where, and how were yet to be determined. Even for a woman as herself she did not know the answers- she did not allow herself this.
Most of the morning was spent making things- items for her friends and family she had aquired since her arrival into Milliways. Once everything was set she exited her room locking it for the first time before heading down to the bar refusing to look back. If she did she knew very well she would lose what bit of calm she had managed to gather since her task had started. Swift steps led her outside toward the lake and a quiet spot not to far off from it. Minutes later she returned, stopping at Bar, and carefully laying a hand upon the smooth surface of the countertop. It was her way of saying goodbye.
"My dear old friend," the kami spoke softly, "I have a final task to charge you with if you would assist me?" Carefully the oriental woman waved a hand over the bartop and items appeared- small bags and scrolls mostly. When the items were gone Inari stepped back and bowed deeper to Bar more so than she would anyone else she knew in life. "May the days bless you, my friend."
Quiet steps took her toward the door with the fabrics of her kimono lightly rustling. One blue eyed gaze swept over the bar as she made her own goodbyes by a sad little smile before reaching for the handle.
Then she was gone.
[ooc: Each person that Inari has ever threaded with will receive a small bag when they next come to the bar. Will, Kate, and Doc will also have something else waiting on them.]
Most of the morning was spent making things- items for her friends and family she had aquired since her arrival into Milliways. Once everything was set she exited her room locking it for the first time before heading down to the bar refusing to look back. If she did she knew very well she would lose what bit of calm she had managed to gather since her task had started. Swift steps led her outside toward the lake and a quiet spot not to far off from it. Minutes later she returned, stopping at Bar, and carefully laying a hand upon the smooth surface of the countertop. It was her way of saying goodbye.
"My dear old friend," the kami spoke softly, "I have a final task to charge you with if you would assist me?" Carefully the oriental woman waved a hand over the bartop and items appeared- small bags and scrolls mostly. When the items were gone Inari stepped back and bowed deeper to Bar more so than she would anyone else she knew in life. "May the days bless you, my friend."
Quiet steps took her toward the door with the fabrics of her kimono lightly rustling. One blue eyed gaze swept over the bar as she made her own goodbyes by a sad little smile before reaching for the handle.
Then she was gone.
[ooc: Each person that Inari has ever threaded with will receive a small bag when they next come to the bar. Will, Kate, and Doc will also have something else waiting on them.]
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Apr. 24th, 2009 04:20 pmglenview7537.livejournal.comAgain, there is a Marlowe in Milliways; the Bar appears at convenient moments so far, and a hot summer day when a man needs to relax a moment is one of those.
So, there is a private investigator relaxing on a booth, with coffee and a book Bar gave him, hat set on the table and plenty of room to acquaintances, or new faces.
[ Philip Marlowe ]
So, there is a private investigator relaxing on a booth, with coffee and a book Bar gave him, hat set on the table and plenty of room to acquaintances, or new faces.
[ Philip Marlowe ]
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Apr. 24th, 2009 05:29 pmaeons_crackshotAnnabelle is feeling restless today. You might find her out on the firing range, walking around the lake, or even dodging the branches of the Whomping Willow.
(OOC: Feel free to find her at any of the above locations. Open until I make another entrance post. Tinytag!: Annabelle Newfield, Philip Marlowe)
(OOC: Feel free to find her at any of the above locations. Open until I make another entrance post. Tinytag!: Annabelle Newfield, Philip Marlowe)
Happy hour!
Apr. 24th, 2009 05:39 pmmechanicalswansWeyland is still out of sorts when he comes down to the bar. It's easy to see: he's more preoccupied than usual, and he is once again wearing the uniform the bar had given him, ages ago, in the hopes that it will help him figure out the solution to his problem.
He's mostly going behind the bar in search of a matchbook, but then a napkin appears, and he is not in a frame of mind to argue.
So he writes on the board:
Specials
White Lion
Brandy Daisy
Old Fashioned
Pilots half-price
He pours himself a beer, and surveys the bottles behind the bar.
[tinytags: weyland] [open all night]
He's mostly going behind the bar in search of a matchbook, but then a napkin appears, and he is not in a frame of mind to argue.
So he writes on the board:
Specials
White Lion
Brandy Daisy
Old Fashioned
Pilots half-price
He pours himself a beer, and surveys the bottles behind the bar.
[tinytags: weyland] [open all night]
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Apr. 24th, 2009 05:50 pmwill_scarlettWill's feeling restless, Spring is coming and as the weather warms, times get harder in Sherwood. Already the Sheriff has started to bully those in town and the nearer tenants as he sees that it might be a good harvest.
Also he keeps having conversations that put him on edge, sparring with Ramon and going to London with Atton helped some but Will fears what may come. So he's fletching because it keeps his hands busy and there can never be too many arrows.
Also he keeps having conversations that put him on edge, sparring with Ramon and going to London with Atton helped some but Will fears what may come. So he's fletching because it keeps his hands busy and there can never be too many arrows.
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Apr. 24th, 2009 06:08 pmwhitestshoes.livejournal.comWhat? Could that be a smile on Beesly's face as she heads into Bar today? Quite a contrast from her earlier, irritated appearance.
But frankly, Pam's got a lot to smile about these days. She's not just a receptionist any more - she's working in sales, courtesy of the Michael Scott Paper Company. Sure, there are some drawbacks, like the fact that their offices currently reside below the main sewage line inside the building. And today, she had to delete porn from the laptop she shares with Ryan for the third time.
But they've actually managed to nab some pretty important clients, the weather's gorgeous in Scranton, and as far as Pam's concerned, it was a good day.
She hops up on a bar stool, feeling pretty good about herself.
[tiny tag who's now in sales: pam beesly]
But frankly, Pam's got a lot to smile about these days. She's not just a receptionist any more - she's working in sales, courtesy of the Michael Scott Paper Company. Sure, there are some drawbacks, like the fact that their offices currently reside below the main sewage line inside the building. And today, she had to delete porn from the laptop she shares with Ryan for the third time.
But they've actually managed to nab some pretty important clients, the weather's gorgeous in Scranton, and as far as Pam's concerned, it was a good day.
She hops up on a bar stool, feeling pretty good about herself.
[tiny tag who's now in sales: pam beesly]
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Apr. 24th, 2009 07:14 pmsrspirateThere is a moderately bored musketeer at the Bar this evening.
He is nursing a glass of wine and a bowl of something Bar calls 'pretzels.'
But, more importantly, he has just discovered that the barstools swivel. SWIVEL! Barstools do not swivel in his time!
...There is a moderately dizzy musketeer on the floor this evening.
[tiny!tag: Porthos, Demeter, Leto]
ooc: mun is nursing a pretty nasty burn on the joint of her thumb this evening,so there may be some sporadic slows while she wanders off to fetch more ice and the like. But, I will be here all night, folks. aaaaand life is made of fail. Slow-times all around, but I'll tag up asap tomorrow! ♥
He is nursing a glass of wine and a bowl of something Bar calls 'pretzels.'
But, more importantly, he has just discovered that the barstools swivel. SWIVEL! Barstools do not swivel in his time!
...There is a moderately dizzy musketeer on the floor this evening.
[tiny!tag: Porthos, Demeter, Leto]
ooc: mun is nursing a pretty nasty burn on the joint of her thumb this evening,
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Apr. 24th, 2009 07:15 pmlatino_menaceLife continues to be frickin' awesome. And Ramon is one of those people who has to be loud about it when he's in a good mood, hence the noisy whistling that emanates from his booth. Something vaguely Spanish but only about half of it is in tune so who can tell, really? Also, he has four handguns in bits and is cleaning them cheerfully, tequila to hand and a cigar burning merrily in an ashtray.
The good mood may be contagious, who knows?
[Small!tags; Fiona Glenanne, Kida]
[OOC: 1am and I'm flagging. Thanks for awesome threads, people but I'm begging slowtime. Am around all weekend to pick them up. :)]
The good mood may be contagious, who knows?
[Small!tags; Fiona Glenanne, Kida]
[OOC: 1am and I'm flagging. Thanks for awesome threads, people but I'm begging slowtime. Am around all weekend to pick them up. :)]
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Apr. 24th, 2009 07:28 pmi-was-death.livejournal.comFrom the direction of the bar is coming a distinct taka-taka-taka noise, the sort that usually accompanies the presence of one or more CD cases.
Methos has, much to his delight, been supplied with a cardboard box full of CDs by Lady Bar. Unsurprisingly, it only took him five seconds or so before he began rifling through them. Dressed today in a simple grey sweatshirt and jeans, he's whistling quietly (Brazil, as featured in the movie by the same name, for the interested) as he browses through the selection in the box. Every now and then, he draws out a CD to look at both the cover and the tracklisting on the back, then either putting the CD back in the box, or putting it on top of a slowly (slowly) growing pile of them by his elbow.
Recommendations welcome.
[ tiny tag with a lot of listening to do: methos
ooc: mun called away unexpectedly - post open! ]
Methos has, much to his delight, been supplied with a cardboard box full of CDs by Lady Bar. Unsurprisingly, it only took him five seconds or so before he began rifling through them. Dressed today in a simple grey sweatshirt and jeans, he's whistling quietly (Brazil, as featured in the movie by the same name, for the interested) as he browses through the selection in the box. Every now and then, he draws out a CD to look at both the cover and the tracklisting on the back, then either putting the CD back in the box, or putting it on top of a slowly (slowly) growing pile of them by his elbow.
Recommendations welcome.
[ tiny tag with a lot of listening to do: methos
ooc: mun called away unexpectedly - post open! ]
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Apr. 24th, 2009 07:42 pmnotagagagirl.livejournal.comScaramouche is wasted.
Not drunk, despite Pop's best attempts, but just really, really tired.
Being on tour is rough, especially when most vehicles are beyond the 'junk' stage.
Not drunk, despite Pop's best attempts, but just really, really tired.
Being on tour is rough, especially when most vehicles are beyond the 'junk' stage.
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Apr. 24th, 2009 08:17 pmdark_dancerCata's latest foray into the Medic's world has recently come to an end, doubly so since she's been returned to the bar and not the BLU locker room.
That's probably just as well. Her arm's still tingling, from all that fire; staying probably would have thrown her aim off.
That aside, though, she's feeling rather better than when she left. After a stop by the Bar and the ladies' room in order to change clothes (and wonder if she wants to know what half of that graffiti says), she settles in at a table with a glass of stout.
She'll wait until tomorrow to go home.
(OOC: Anyone who played RED is still welcome to get a TF2plot thread over there; just let me know.)
[tiny!tag: Cata]
That's probably just as well. Her arm's still tingling, from all that fire; staying probably would have thrown her aim off.
That aside, though, she's feeling rather better than when she left. After a stop by the Bar and the ladies' room in order to change clothes (and wonder if she wants to know what half of that graffiti says), she settles in at a table with a glass of stout.
She'll wait until tomorrow to go home.
(OOC: Anyone who played RED is still welcome to get a TF2plot thread over there; just let me know.)
[tiny!tag: Cata]
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Apr. 24th, 2009 08:35 pmparagonsoldier.livejournal.comShepard's on a couch by the fire reading not intelligence reports, but a book (an electronic one) that her mother recently sent her. She appears to find it very engaging.
[Tinytag: Commander Colene Shepard]
[OOC: Plotlocked, sorry.]
[Tinytag: Commander Colene Shepard]
[OOC: Plotlocked, sorry.]
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Apr. 24th, 2009 09:02 pmcutting_edgex23X slips in through the front door, duffel bag over her shoulder. It seems to be very heavy.
She pauses for a moment, pinning her Security badge to her belt before settling down at a nearby booth.
Then she starts unpacking the bag. Two of the guns she sets on the table are Earth-normal. Two of them are vaguely futuristic.
They all need cleaning and some basic repairs.
And people at Milliways ask fewer questions than people at home.
Most of the time.
[ooc: Open until it falls off the front page. But right now I am for sleep. I will pick up tags tomorrow.]
She pauses for a moment, pinning her Security badge to her belt before settling down at a nearby booth.
Then she starts unpacking the bag. Two of the guns she sets on the table are Earth-normal. Two of them are vaguely futuristic.
They all need cleaning and some basic repairs.
And people at Milliways ask fewer questions than people at home.
Most of the time.
[ooc: Open until it falls off the front page. But right now I am for sleep. I will pick up tags tomorrow.]
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Apr. 24th, 2009 09:27 pmguppy_sandhu[OOM.]
Guppy is sitting near the infirmary, doing some paperwork.
There is a small hairless cat flopped on his shoulder; it appears to have taken a liking to his hair and he hasn't the heart to dislodge it.
Guppy is sitting near the infirmary, doing some paperwork.
There is a small hairless cat flopped on his shoulder; it appears to have taken a liking to his hair and he hasn't the heart to dislodge it.
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Apr. 24th, 2009 10:00 pmfiery_ringLast night, Carlotta dropped her pen down the back of the chair, and when she reached down, felt some sort of sharp scratch, which she assumed was something in the upholstery.
She'd wrapped it in her handkerchief until she got home, but then it swelled up and went red. She's been hiding it from Matron all day, and has now slipped into the bar to try and find out what it is.
She undoes the handkerchief and looks at it, prodding the sore swollen bit of her hand and wondering how she can fix and or explain it at school.
[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]
She'd wrapped it in her handkerchief until she got home, but then it swelled up and went red. She's been hiding it from Matron all day, and has now slipped into the bar to try and find out what it is.
She undoes the handkerchief and looks at it, prodding the sore swollen bit of her hand and wondering how she can fix and or explain it at school.
[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]
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Apr. 24th, 2009 10:16 pmuntiedtheknotsSubmitted for your approval: in a booth, one (1) Greek goddess with her feet up.
In her possession are one (1) mostly empty bowl of noodles, one (1) mostly full glass of moonshine, and one (1) frisbee.
One (1) of these things is not like the others.
[ooc: consider this post open all weekend.]
In her possession are one (1) mostly empty bowl of noodles, one (1) mostly full glass of moonshine, and one (1) frisbee.
One (1) of these things is not like the others.
[ooc: consider this post open all weekend.]
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Apr. 24th, 2009 10:26 pmseat_five_girlAko has a Pepsi, some fried paradoxes, and a small stack of homework at her table.
Can't do to much after all, people would get suspicious.
Botherable!
Tiny Tag: Ako (Negima!)
Open all weekend.
Can't do to much after all, people would get suspicious.
Botherable!
Tiny Tag: Ako (Negima!)
Open all weekend.
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Apr. 24th, 2009 10:38 pmgotaheadstart.livejournal.comIt's safe to assume Cuddy's had a good week. The clinic hasn't erupted into chaos, either by self-destruction or at the hands of her extremely ornery diagnostitian.
(However, she'd had to avoid House for the majority of the day after he saw her coming in with a smile on her face. His insane curiosity to decipher the real reason for her giddiness caused him to hunt her down until she was forced to duck out early.)
Fortunately, the door to Milliways appears in place of her office, and she practically dashes inside before House can follow. He hasn't shown up here in ages, so as far as she's concerned, she's safe for the time being.
It's after five anyway, so she decides to order a drink and put up her feet - the first literally, and maybe the second after one drink becomes five.
[tiny tag: philip marlowe, thirteen]
(However, she'd had to avoid House for the majority of the day after he saw her coming in with a smile on her face. His insane curiosity to decipher the real reason for her giddiness caused him to hunt her down until she was forced to duck out early.)
Fortunately, the door to Milliways appears in place of her office, and she practically dashes inside before House can follow. He hasn't shown up here in ages, so as far as she's concerned, she's safe for the time being.
It's after five anyway, so she decides to order a drink and put up her feet - the first literally, and maybe the second after one drink becomes five.
[tiny tag: philip marlowe, thirteen]
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Apr. 24th, 2009 10:41 pmslayedthedragon.livejournal.comAngel and Wesley are sitting in a secluded booth, and while they might be whispering, there's clearly an argument going on:
"Angel, we have got to do something."
"You think I don't know that?"
"It's been over a year!"
"And the City is my responsibility, Wes. I've had a lot more experience with Hell than you have. I know how bad this is, but what do you expect me to do?"
Wesley's eyes go cold. "It's time for more drastic measures."
Angel crosses his arms. "No. Forget it. There is no way I'm letting you tw--."
[Plot-locked for Illyria, thx!]
"Angel, we have got to do something."
"You think I don't know that?"
"It's been over a year!"
"And the City is my responsibility, Wes. I've had a lot more experience with Hell than you have. I know how bad this is, but what do you expect me to do?"
Wesley's eyes go cold. "It's time for more drastic measures."
Angel crosses his arms. "No. Forget it. There is no way I'm letting you tw--."
[Plot-locked for Illyria, thx!]
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Apr. 24th, 2009 10:43 pmfourth-hero.livejournal.comSparrow is playing with the Fate Cards, shuffling them and reshuffling them in increasingly complex ways. This is the unpleasant side effect of boredom.
He set up a sign, a while ago.
Fortune-telling.
Free Prices negotiable Free. Probably.
It's something to do, he feels.
He set up a sign, a while ago.
Fortune-telling.
It's something to do, he feels.
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Apr. 24th, 2009 11:10 pmthe_lioness[OOM: A visit from the Realms of the Dead brings as many questions as answers. But maybe, just maybe, they are the right questions.
Milli-timed to several weeks ago, after the attack on the palace.]
Milli-timed to several weeks ago, after the attack on the palace.]
