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[theflyingsquirl]

Consider it a time-hiccup. It is 1974, and the man who is the Bronze Age Flying Squirrel has returned from hibernation, leaner and more sullen, but at least (finally, thanks to Nutkin) able to keep his shapeshifting under control.

So it is a fully human-seeming son of a trickster who walks into the bar tonight, in jeans and boots and flannel, a big belt-buckle with a squirrel on it his only concession to his secret identity.

Botherable, but be warned that if you're from his future, he won't remember you.

[tinytags: squirrel][open until it falls off the page]

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[bloody-awful.livejournal.com]

Well well, wot's all this then?

It's a bloke walking into a bar. My, does he appear chipper! ...and a bit drunk, but that's hardly new. He sets himself down on his favourite barstool in his favourite corner of his favourite bar, and orders his usual.

Appearing on the bar is a perfect pint of Guiness, a double shot of Bushmills, and an ashtray overflowing with old fag ends. Propped up in the middle of the ashtray is a lit birthday candle.

Huh. Must be someone's birthday. Cheers, John!

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[immortalthief]

Amanda is dressed up and sitting at a table near the door waiting for Marlowe and Guppy. She is sipping a cup of tea while waiting.

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[allstarchuck.livejournal.com]

{OOM: In which shrimp is consumed, families are broken apart, and worlds have a way of colliding.}

Chuck is outside.

This is not actually strange or odd or surprising. It's a nice day, and Chuck has every right to be sitting outside with his back up against that tree, staring at nothing in particular.

It is, however, approximately two or three A.M. according to his body, which makes Chuck a bit sleep-deprived and doesn't help the line of thought going through his head (approximately summed up as 'my life sucks').

It's Mother's Day in the bar. Chuck noticed, and he appreciates that so much, really.

Too bad he missed it already.



Tiny tag feeling terrible: Chuck Bartowski, Cal Chandler, Jake Foley

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[childofathos]

It's quite possibly ironic that Teyla comes into Milliways today without Torren. In her defense, the Athosians do not observe Mother's Day and it isn't even May in Atlantis.

Still, when she orders her tea today, it comes with a pink rose.

Someone want to explain the significance to her?


tiny-maternal!tag: Teyla Emmagan

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[ps_you_look_hot]

Nikola's mother died long, long ago, and they never really got along anyway, so all significance of this particular day is lost on him.

There are no mysterious, sparking devices with him today, only a glass of brandy and a very large, dusty book.


tiny-vampiric!tag: Nikola Tesla (Sanctuary)

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[whatsatisfiesme.livejournal.com]

Gilbert's at the piano this evening, positively mutilating Schubert's setting of "Der Erlkonig."

It's just the instrumentation - and only a ragged species of it at that - that's being hammered out, for now, and only the very beginning, hasty triplets mimicking a panicked horse-ride through nighttime woods. And, every now and then, the blonde in front of the keys has a good run, hits everything alright for a minute or two, and makes the music actually starts to sound a bit scary, like it ought to.

Then, without fail, he stumbles on a note, and it all collapses, the melody breaking down into an utterly unrecognizable jumble. If the horse and rider were meant to fall into a ditch early on and flail around in shock and wild horror...well, Schubert still would've had the good taste not to write it like this.

"Hmmph." The teen sneers down at the piano, as if it were somehow totally to blame.

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[poor-monkey.livejournal.com]

Broghan is sitting by the fire, staring into the flames.

Mother's Day will be invented years after his time, so it's only coincidence that Broghan is thinking, at this very moment, about his mother.

He's trying quite hard not to cry.

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[fanofthegenre]

If anyone cares enough to venture outside today, there's a woman firing off her gun at the range. Not her service weapon, of course, since that would be a breach of protocol, but her other weapon, standard-issue.

Shooting here is a much more enjoyable activity than being cooped up inside, surrounded by concrete and soundproof glass. She's abandoned her traditional glasses for a pair of sunglasses to block the glare, and there's no need to worry about anyone potentially creeping up on her, since she's got a good eye on every possible direction.

Beckett's just loaded a fresh clip, and she lifts her gun, ready to fire on her target.

(If those passing by can see it from where they're standing, she's already hit the ten ring four times.)

[tiny trigger-happy tag: kate beckett, rick castle, kissin' kate barlow]

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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

(OOM: For some, Mother's Day is a day of remembrance and reflection.)

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[numbered_doctor]

A week or so ago, some pretty crazy things happened at work. Since then, she's been laid up, recovering, and while she may be discharged from the hospital, she's by no means back up to scratch.

Thus, tonight, there's an achy, exhausted looking doctor curled up under a blanket on a couch, sipping gingerly from a mug of tea. Anyone wanna give her some company?



[ooc: Open for tagging 'till the mun says otherwise.]

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[lissla-lissar.livejournal.com]

Lissar hasn't been around for a while, but she's here now and settled with a small meal, a large dog, and a catalogue of car parts. She's enjoying a long, slow evening after several months of tiny things that have stacked up.

{{Open until whenever. Mun is still going to be posting at about one character a month until graduation.))

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[coconutextract.livejournal.com]

Izzie doesn't have much experience with bartending, but she knows what drinks she prefers.

Therefore, she's only half-surprised when a napkin appears in her booth, a small request written on it in Bar's unmistakable handwriting.

"Seriously? No, seriously?" she asks. Another napkin appears.

"If you say so," she answers, and makes her way behind the bar.

Five minutes later, a sign in Izzie's writing advertises the drinks available.

HAPPY HOUR

Kiss Your Mother
Mother of All Milkshakes (Non-alcoholic version available.)
Mom's Breakfast

Beer, wine and non-alcoholic drinks available on request.
Mothers get their first drink free!

She sits back on a stool behind the bar, admiring her work, and has the brief thought that it's somewhat fortunate her own mother hasn't found this place.

[tiny tag with a bun in the oven: coreen fennel]
[tiny sticky tag: cal chandler]
[tiny special friend tag: nikola tesla (sanctuary)]

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[veryscaryrobot.livejournal.com]

There's a human shape outlined against the moonlit lake. Cameron's out back, watching the stars.

And comparing their alignment to the graphs in her memory banks.