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[lonelytouristcc.livejournal.com]

The girl named Chuck never passes up an opportunity to learn something new - and Ned, in his brilliant wisdom, managed to snag some of her old language tapes from her aunts' house last week, so she's been using her visits to Milliways to learn some of the ones she wasn't able to get to.

She's sitting on one of the couches, hands perfectly clasped in front of her, with her large headphones over her ears as she listens to the tape and repeats the German phrases spoken to her with an impeccable accent.

"Sprechen Sie deutsch?" Pause. "Ich verstehe nicht." Another pause. "Der Käse ist auf der Tabelle."

[tiny deutsch-speaking tag: chuck charles]

[also, ooc note: german happens to be one of the many languages i don't speak, so bear with me if i make a grammatical error, etc.]

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[happy_kender]

There is a very happy Kender going through his pouches and pockets. The contents spread on a table. Why? Because he can and not to mention that for him it is Thanks Alot Day. He's so happy, look at him look at funny things.

Here is a list of the things he's got(or at least some of them):

( You know that he might have a strength of 8.... )

And the funniest part is that not all of these things even exist in his world, or even could at the time of his canon. WHy is this? Because he's a Kender and Kender are like that. I would not be surprised to see one in our world.

(tiny tag of silly: Tasselhoff Burrfoot)
(OOC: ping me on AIM or whatnot if you don't want things on your pup going missing, cause that's just how he is. He is totally willing to give whatever he "acquires' back though. )

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[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

She had found it underneath the couch. Or, more to the point, Slowpoke had - spending up the last of her energy leftover from their midnight run. Curious, Jenny had rescued the magazine and as the puppy fell asleep on her stomach, continued to flip through it.

This was all of a two hours ago. Having finished her examination of the magazine at hand, Jenny brought Slowpoke upstairs and then went over to Bar to ask for more.

Now, she sits at a table with a stack a foot high. She's slowly going through each and every one. So far, the following conclusions have been reached:

1. It's of Earth origin.
2. Earth girls really like make up.
3. Maybe Jenny doesn't know as much about boys and dating and sex as she should.

Clearly, there is a lot more research still to be done.


[tiny!tag: Jenny]


[ooc: post open all day and then some. feel free to tag before or after slowpoke's left.]

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[yosafbridge]

[OOM: Millitimed to Tuesday: Hot nights often translate to cold beds. Warning for sexual content.]

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[azure-mercy.livejournal.com]

Zhaan pins something up on the notice board:

The infirmary physicians are looking for effective treatments and/or cures for human neurodegenerative diseases. Genetic and regenerative treatments for other congenital conditions would also be welcome. If you have such things in your world, please contact Zhaan (the blue woman) in person or by note. Thank you.

If this works - and it probably will - she'll find something for her patient. She makes a brief, silent prayer asking the Goddess to find and inspire someone who can help: then she goes to her usual booth by the infirmary, orders some tea and a light afternoon snack, and waits.

[OOC: Seriously, Zhaan needs this for a patient, and I'd rather avoid having her get it from one of my other pups if possible. If your pup doesn't have a treatment but just wants to talk, that's okay too.]

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[licensed-pro.livejournal.com]

He's thinking.

It doesn't seem to be getting anywhere fast: Charlie is not equipped with the sort of mind that can think out a million scenes at once and the outcomes of all those possibilities, even if it would be really helpful right about now.

So he's got a very old worry stone that he's currently rubbing between the thumb and fingers on his right hand, and surprisingly it's helping, somewhat.

[tiny tag with a tiny rock: Charlie Monroe
OOC: 'Duet for Claws and Swords' Plot]

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[badinlatin]

Jack:

We should talk. Buy you a beer? No tassels, I promise.

Mal

[ooc: In and out. Karen, we can handle this however you want?]

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[isaysimplewords]

Cal is at a table, using his iPod to listen to a book on tape. Or whatever it's called when it's on an iPod, he doesn't know.

While this is moderately more successful, attention span-wise, than reading an actual book, the drawback is that when his attention does wander, he misses chunks.

He's gonna stick with it, though, right up until someone interrupts him.

He won't complain when that happens.

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[bright_daughter]

On one of the couches is Star.

She has a pink bubble drink off to one side, but she is presently playing with a deck of tarot cards. The cards have a purple fielded centered with silver knot work star as the backs. She seemed to be quiet pleased with whatever the lay out had said, as she's picking them up and glancing up. She wouldn't be adverse to company.

It wouldn't be out of her realm to have been expecting you...


[OOC: This is an open post for a three card spread, being read with my personal deck, until such time as I deem it otherwise. If you want to ping the mun while said reading is going on you're welcome to, but it's not necessary.]

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[walking_napalm]

[OOM: The less official (but originally intended) mission begins in Union Square.]

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[lady_moon]

[OOM: Moon sits alone on the beach at the cards' world as the moon wanes, thinking of change and consequence.]

Forge post

[ostro_goth]

Great woe, and great happiness following, in quick succession and impossible mixture, would not keep a man from the deeds and duties of his daily life.

Even though Jason found himself on the receiving end of Ruin, and all his friends were pulled in, and Moon suffered much: - there is still steel to be forged, and ornament to be inlaid with molten glass, in the typical style of Teja's people.

Even though Teja's beloved is now his in ways they had not known before, and the Goth as happy as never before, for his lover's return and that which followed: - there are commissions to be filled and customers to be served.

After great sorrow or great joy, life goes on; and the afterlife, also. Hence, Teja is in the forge today, cats lounging by the fire, the door wide open, in expectation of friends or strangers, customer or curious watchers. All would be welcome.


[[OOC: Forge post open until it scrolls off, as usual. All welcome!!]]
[OOC: Duet for Claws and Swords plot]

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[numbered_doctor]

There's a doctor sprawled comfortably on one of the couches tonight. She has one arm flung across her eyes and the other just dangles towards the ground while her foot moves slightly to the beat coming from the headphones in her ears.

Botherable.

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[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

OOM: Back in St. Louis, Jason has a close call when one of his coworkers accidentally discovers his secret.

[OOC: Warning for drug use...still]

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[boundxkitty]

Out by the lake there's a big rock. It's close enough to the water that you can trail bare feet across the surface while laying on said rock. It's generally the perfect rock for sunbathing. Direct light and water to slip into if you get to warm. However it's night time, which means that it's stars instead of the sun.

This doesn't detour Elizabeth from laying out on the rock though. Shorts and a tank top, black hair braided and curled under her head like a pillow, and bare feet trailing lazily along the lake surface. She's just watching the sky and thinking. She wouldn't object to a distraction of any sort though.

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[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

Matrix hasn't picked up a guitar in a long time now.

And he never had a mind to.

But the mood struck him tonight, so he asked the bar for one [because he'll be damned before he touches the one Megabyte gave him for his 1-0 birthday], and after about fifteen or so minutes remembering how to play, he's plucking away as if he'd never forgotten.

You might know the song he's now playing, and you might not.

Come have a listen anyways. He's here all night.

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[shortofcrazy]

"--No," Riley protests, doing a weird sort of jerky shuffle-step as he hops into the bar on one leg, one side first, clearly yanking against something. "No, would you -- hey! Bad dog! Bad, bad dog! I am not a chew t--!"

The sound of growling from through the door (and from the leg that is not yet visible in the bar) and then a yelp, presumably as the dog that has a hold on the leg of Riley's jeans realizes that the scenery has just changed dramatically. Still sight unseen, it lets go.

Predictable results occur.

These mainly involve pulling against something that is no longer pulling back, overbalancing, flailing, and a thud, in that order.

"I hate dating," Riley announces sourly to the ceiling, sprawled flat on his back.

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[latino_menace]

Ramon has only come down to the bar to get a rat to send some dinner up to his room. He hadn't expected to see a certain redhead leaving with another man. And having her rub it in by blowing kisses? Well. Perhaps it's better for her that she's not anywhere near him tonight.

He still watches her go, eyes narrowed. Maybe later, when she's explained herself, he'll start to wonder why he feels such jealousy. But for now, he just heads back upstairs, trying to resist the urge to go pick a fight with someone.