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[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Upstairs in Jason's room, Jason finally runs out of distractions.

Warning for the link within this link for smut and drug use.

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[almosthonorable]

[ oom: and the knowing is all there is ]








[ tiny tag: the russian astronaut ]

[ ooc: millitimed to last week, after kissin' kate barlow's first ep ]

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"Bar, let's have a K&F salt bagel, with a schmear."

According to Alex Knox, the best bagels on Earth - on any Earth - are from K&F Bagels, on Kane Street in the East End of Gotham. It's long schlep from his co-op in Bristol to the East End, and the East End isn't exactly a safe neighborhood, but it's worth the trip for a dozen fresh-from-the-oven bagels. So much so that even though Knox can get a K&F bagel here, odds are he'll make the trip there on a lazy summer Sunday for a full bag.

Of course, a bagel isn't a bagel without the schmear. All that cream cheese - preferably Keystone City brand - overflowing the boundaries of the bagel. It's funny how when he makes any other kind of sandwich, he doesn't want that much tuna or salami or egg salad. But with a bagel, it's not right if it's not excessive.

Come say him to the man with the K&F bagel (and a cup of coffee, to wash it down).

[ooc: Slowtime for work likely, but open all hours

tiny tag: Ellen the Vault 101 Dweller]

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[alertcommando]

It is morning in Milliways.

There is a commando in Milliways.

Said commando is equipped with a large mug of black coffee and assorted breakfast foods. She also has a magazine and her feet, clad in real military-issue combat boots, are resting on the table.

Life's good.



[ Tanya Adams ]

[ Open until it falls off ]

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[glenview7537.livejournal.com]

Coffee (with cream), newspaper (May 7th, 1934). Private Detective.

The bar seems to have decided Marlowe should have his breakfast without hurry today, and without hurry he is at the tail end of it, enjoying warm Java and sorting thru the news of the day.

Since nothing seems specially interesting, soon the paper will be dropped in favor of his real interest: people.



[ Philip Marlowe ]

[ Open until it falls off ]

Forge post

[mechanicalswans]

It feels good for Weyland to be himself again, to have hands--his proper hands, with all their tools--and the lack of a heart once more. He wears his form like a favorite old sweater.

He has spent most of the time since his return to himself working in the forge, much of that locked in alone, not wanting to be observed; but today, the door is open, and he is making feathers of bronze.

Botherable. Just don't touch any of the metal; you never know if it's still hot.

[tinytags: weyland, carlotta brown, the sphinx, coreen fennel, val von doom][open until it falls off the page]

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[fiery_ring]

Carlotta appears to have celebrated her end of term by donning a truly dreadful frock, most likely in the hope of impressing her grandmother.

She is however spoiling the effect so far, by balancing upside down on the rafters.

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]

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[joan_of_archaeology]

The door opens and Annja half steps, half falls in. Obviously, she wasn't expecting the bar. Her hair is soaked, piled up on her head with pins to keep from dripping. She did change her clothes, though.

What the hell, the bar is as good a place as any other.

And, you don't even have to lift the phone to get food. Hmmm.

Moments later, Annja is sitting at a table with a whole pizza to herself. There's also a sword set carefully on the table. It looks like this, except for the fact that it isn't currently glowing blue.

She wasn't carrying it when she came in, and she is staring at it even while eating her way through a veggie special.