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[latino_menace]

OOM: Cells

Like the lady says; last but never least.


[OOC: Millitimed to about a week ago. Two weeks? I forget. Somewhere around then anyway.]

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[lady_moon]

[OOC: Part of the Duet for Claws and Swords plot.]


She's seated sideways in a chair.

Moon has a scarf in her hands, but she's unraveling the yarn.

Line by line, the long piece of clothing adds to the growing pile of shimmery, milky yarn on the floor beside her.

"I'll never have the answer," she mutters. "Burning question / Asking nothing of me / But meaning everything / And affecting all I see."

And the yarn continues to unravel.

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[ikissdhimbck]

[Millitimed to shortly after this:]

Kate wandered the paths outside the bar until the sun came up, watching the gold disk glint over wind-harried lake water. It was cold -- the dew on the ground was frost that wouldn't completely melt away for another few hours -- but she had a lot on her mind.

It had to happen. It was necessary. It's not fair There's no other way.

When she finally enters Milliways, she moves stiffly for the Bar and takes a seat. Doc's duster is still wrapped tightly around her body. Despite the fact that she hasn't slept, Bar refuses to serve her whiskey at this hour; so she wraps her white-knuckled hands around a cup of hot tea instead.

Company would be appreciated. Before she decides 'screw it all,' and leaps out that door back home right now.


[tiny!tags: Kissin' Kate Barlow, Charlotte "Chuck" Charles, Weyland]

ooc: Will be leaving for work in an hour, where I won't be able to tag, but I get off early today! Whee! All tags appreciated, and slowtimes always love. I'M BACK I'M BACK I'M BAAAACK EEEEEE! Open until her next EP. XD!

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[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

OOM: Room 108 -- Jason has a nightmare that brings him to the realm of one of the Tarot, who gives him some harsh truths.

[warning for violence and drug use]
Duet for Claws and Swords plot

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[hecu_marine]

Shephard's been keeping himself busy- on the grounds, at the target range, in the library, in the woods. Whatever else happens when he and the rest of the crew from City 17 go home, he intends to be just as ready as he possibly can. With any luck he might even be able to get in a flying lesson or two before he goes.

(With any serious luck he'll go home and there'll be an Air Force Academy graduate standing next to the chopper saying 'I'll take it from here, sir', but he knows better than to count on that kind of thing. The Marines might be God's chosen people, but he ain't that chosen.)

At any rate, he's been keeping himself busy as far as he can, and now he figures he's entitled to a little bit of a stand-down. That time in the woods was partly reacquainting himself with survival in climates that aren't trying to roast him alive, and partly testing the bow and arrows he's been making from as close to scratch as possible. The end result of that is what anyone who looks towards his table will see now: several demon rabbit pelts, rather nicely tanned with the fur on. He's looking to make something useful out of them once he's assessed them all. You don't see naturally crimson fur every day.



[tinytag: Corporal Adrian Shephard (Half-Life: Opposing Force), The Flying Squirrel]

[oom: Fi & Ramon

[justcallmefee]

[ oom: Warning for adult content. Well... It's three o'clock in the morning I can't even close my eyes, It's three o'clock in the morning, good people, And I can't even close my eyes, Well, I can't find my baby, Lord I can't be satisfied. You know I looked all around me, Well, my baby can't be found, I looked and I looked all around me, good people Well, my baby can't be found, Yes, and if I don't find my baby, I'm going down to the bowling drive. (That's where the women hang out.) Goodbye everybody, Yes I believe this is the end, Oh goodbye everybody, Yes I believe this is the end, And you can tell my baby for me now, To forgive me for my sins. 3 O'Clock In The Morning Blues, Ike & Tina Turner]

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[mogget_cat]

Yrael is troubled, though the Bright Shiner knows she is by far not the only one.

This evening finds her curled up in a corner of the couch, with her knees pulled up beneath her. Her feet are bare, pale against the dark leather. Her elbow rests upon the armrest, her chin resting in the palm of her hand.

Though there she sits, her mind is a million places at once, a million places other than the fire upon which her green gaze rests.

She cannot see a way though this situation that allows her to keep her friends from hurt, and she doesn't want to accept that breaking them might be the only way.

Someone please snap her out of it before she thinks herself to pieces.

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[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

And over in The Bathroom At the End of the Universe... there's someone feeding a habit, and there's someone ready to make a profit from it.

[OOC: Warning for drug use. PLEASE feel free to have your pups notice Jason leaving the bathroom or moving off with Ramon. No full threads, please; but it can be noted that they've noticed, and can be brought up in future threads.]

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[fanofthegenre]

The woman who normally tends to enter Milliways with a confident stride in her step practically slinks in today. It doesn't look as though she's slept in at least twelve hours - maybe more - and there's also an additional redness in her eyes that would lead one to the conclusion that she's been crying.

Suffice it to say, she's not exactly in the sharing mood, especially since this topic - her mother - is more than just a sensitive one. And as far as Richard Castle is concerned? Well, she doesn't see a problem with never speaking to him again.

Numbly, she makes it to the bar and orders a drink. When it arrives, she downs the whole thing in one go.

[tiny preparing-to-get-drunk tag: kate beckett, kissin' kate barlow, kate warner]

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[art-and-brian.livejournal.com]

Justin feels like summer is finally approaching. Hence, drinks that make him think of hot places with nice drinks in tall glasses.





SPECIALS

Mojito
Mai Tai
1-900-FUK-MEUP

Well, mostly.

'Open for Happy Hour, everyone.'

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[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel was tired.

Nightmares will do that to you, especially if they're not your own.

He's curled up on the couch with a cup of very light, very sweet coffee, trying to keep himself alert enough. Jason had ditched him, which irked Nathaniel in many ways.

The nap with Liz had helped some, but damn, he could use a good night's sleep. That, however, didn't look like it would be forthcoming.

Therefore, coffee.

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[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

A bored Atton is a potentially destructive Atton, so Bar gave him building blocks to keep him occupied.

He's currently arranging them painstakingly into a model of the Jedi Temple.

Botherable.

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[fiery_ring]

[oom: Making choices.]

Carlotta is sitting at a booth, staring at the letter that came this morning.

On one hand, she doesn't think it is any of her grandmother's business which subjects she chooses to take as options next year. On the other hand, she has visions of the woman storming up to the school demanding they be changed if she picks ones she doesn't like.

It would be useful to get careers advice from someone she can trust to tell her real career plans to...

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]