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May. 30th, 2009 12:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
howling_laugh[OOM: After Bird talks to her brother, she decides there's someone else she should speak to as well. Namely, her mother.]
May. 30th, 2009
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May. 30th, 2009 07:58 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
shadowsusannah.livejournal.com[OOC:
(Following this and this)
OOM:
this is our last dance
this is our selves
under pressure.
Warnings for violence and death.]
(Following this and this)
OOM:
this is our last dance
this is our selves
under pressure.
Warnings for violence and death.]
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May. 30th, 2009 10:49 amtime_dancerMilli-timed to last night
Val is standing facing the Observation window and is clearly lost in her thoughts. Earlier today an idea occurred to her, a theory or perhaps idle speculation really; could she return to her families reality in this form without being erased? Could she go back to what remains of a home in this form? Seems to her she could.
It's the last day of Cubefall and Val is faced with a tough decision, one she wasn't expecting. "To bad the Devil isn't doing her advice table tonight," Val half jokes to herself.
[Tiny pink tag: Val von Doom]
Val is standing facing the Observation window and is clearly lost in her thoughts. Earlier today an idea occurred to her, a theory or perhaps idle speculation really; could she return to her families reality in this form without being erased? Could she go back to what remains of a home in this form? Seems to her she could.
It's the last day of Cubefall and Val is faced with a tough decision, one she wasn't expecting. "To bad the Devil isn't doing her advice table tonight," Val half jokes to herself.
[Tiny pink tag: Val von Doom]
Cubefall: the aftermath (...Cubefallout?)
May. 30th, 2009 01:06 pmkemo_soggyMoist is at a table, reading a book. That in itself is not particularly noteworthy.
What is noteworthy is that it's not a waterproof book - and he's not soaking it.
Looks like somebody managed to come to a decision last night after all.
(OOC: Open till tomorrow evening or it scrolls off the page, whichever comes later. Subject to slowtime from 4:30-ish to 10-ish EST today, on account of work.)
[tiny well-color-the-mun-surprised tag: Moist]
What is noteworthy is that it's not a waterproof book - and he's not soaking it.
Looks like somebody managed to come to a decision last night after all.
(OOC: Open till tomorrow evening or it scrolls off the page, whichever comes later. Subject to slowtime from 4:30-ish to 10-ish EST today, on account of work.)
[tiny well-color-the-mun-surprised tag: Moist]
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May. 30th, 2009 01:22 pm453-died-angry.livejournal.comA couple of days ago Attila came back in from exefcising the horses and found all kinds of weird stuff happening in the Bar. So he went back outside, walked round and banged on the kitchen door and obtained a skin of koumiss and has been camping out in the stables ever since. The skin is enpty now, though, so he has ventured back for a refill.
With a fresh bowl of koumiss and some nicely aged horsemeat thinly sliced, Attila goes back outside to sit on the step and enjoy the fresh air.
With a fresh bowl of koumiss and some nicely aged horsemeat thinly sliced, Attila goes back outside to sit on the step and enjoy the fresh air.
*Millitimed to Friday Night...v. Late.*
May. 30th, 2009 01:26 pmmnt_mikeSomething has changed in the overall layout of Milliways.
Something is...missing.
In the place where Bar usually rests is an easel on which the Specials Board has been propped.
Written in the familiar flowing script is the following message.
There's also this rather powerful thrum of bass and drum coming from down the Staff Hallway.*
Anyone adventurous enough to follow the sound to its source will find themselves greeted by the image of a BarWOman and his Robotic Bar dancing up a storm in a mostly empty living room.
Beware, even though the door is wide open, and the music is blaring, you can't just walk in. The doorway to the flat is warded against such things.
* [ooc note: click here for the music. mun will be in and out all afternoon.]
Something is...missing.
In the place where Bar usually rests is an easel on which the Specials Board has been propped.
Written in the familiar flowing script is the following message.
HAPPY CUBEFALL
Will return in 15 Minutes.
Apologies for any inconvenience
this may cause.
- Bar
Will return in 15 Minutes.
Apologies for any inconvenience
this may cause.
- Bar
There's also this rather powerful thrum of bass and drum coming from down the Staff Hallway.*
Anyone adventurous enough to follow the sound to its source will find themselves greeted by the image of a BarWOman and his Robotic Bar dancing up a storm in a mostly empty living room.
Beware, even though the door is wide open, and the music is blaring, you can't just walk in. The doorway to the flat is warded against such things.
* [ooc note: click here for the music. mun will be in and out all afternoon.]
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May. 30th, 2009 03:41 pmshadowsusannah.livejournal.com[OOC: Plot Index
OOM: (for you I'd burn the length and breadth of sky)
Warning for oblique reference to adult and possibly triggering topics.]
OOM: (for you I'd burn the length and breadth of sky)
Warning for oblique reference to adult and possibly triggering topics.]
mogget_cat(ooc: Duet for Claws and Swords plot)
OOM: "I'm well aware of the consequences, Yrael."
"You're going to be painfully aware of a few more, if you don't leave me be."
"He'd rather die than let any of you help him. Then again, you never could save yourself, so why should you have thought you could save him?"
OOM: "I'm well aware of the consequences, Yrael."
"You're going to be painfully aware of a few more, if you don't leave me be."
"He'd rather die than let any of you help him. Then again, you never could save yourself, so why should you have thought you could save him?"
Post-Cubefall Two-For-One
May. 30th, 2009 05:24 pmshoeless-ed.livejournal.comOn the one hand, Ed was a little disappointed when she woke up this morning and discovered that she was no longer a cute, poofy little dog. On the other hand, she's glad to once again have opposable thumbs, the ability to speak, and other human characteristics.
Right now she's at a table with a bunch of papers and crayons. Most of the pictures she's drawn - which are quite impressive in their execution, if highly stylized - depict her, Ein and D0G as they were during Cubefall, having various adventures. Some of the pictures bear the legible but messily written legend "The Three Muttsketeers."
Looks like someone had a very enjoyable Cubefall!
* * *
Less time has passed in Shepard's universe than in Milliways, at least from her perspective. Even so, it's been long enough that the bruise on her cheek and the bandage on her forearm - both of which she had last time she was here - are gone. The wound the aforementioned bandage covered is a ragged red line, but it's well on its way to healing.
Shepard's kind of relieved to be here. She feels like she's coming down with something (even a decontaminating airlock, filtered atmosphere and the miracles of twenty-second-century medicine have not eliminated colds), and it might be a good idea to stay here until she gets through the worst of it, instead of being sick while she's trying to command her ship.
After obtaining a mug of echinacea tea with honey, lemon juice and a splash of brandy from the Bar, she settles down in one of the chairs by the fireplace.
[Tinytag: Commander Shepard]
Right now she's at a table with a bunch of papers and crayons. Most of the pictures she's drawn - which are quite impressive in their execution, if highly stylized - depict her, Ein and D0G as they were during Cubefall, having various adventures. Some of the pictures bear the legible but messily written legend "The Three Muttsketeers."
Looks like someone had a very enjoyable Cubefall!
* * *
Less time has passed in Shepard's universe than in Milliways, at least from her perspective. Even so, it's been long enough that the bruise on her cheek and the bandage on her forearm - both of which she had last time she was here - are gone. The wound the aforementioned bandage covered is a ragged red line, but it's well on its way to healing.
Shepard's kind of relieved to be here. She feels like she's coming down with something (even a decontaminating airlock, filtered atmosphere and the miracles of twenty-second-century medicine have not eliminated colds), and it might be a good idea to stay here until she gets through the worst of it, instead of being sick while she's trying to command her ship.
After obtaining a mug of echinacea tea with honey, lemon juice and a splash of brandy from the Bar, she settles down in one of the chairs by the fireplace.
[Tinytag: Commander Shepard]
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May. 30th, 2009 05:58 pmlicensed-pro.livejournal.comCubefall is over, and he's male again. Not that the transition bothered him, because it frankly didn't. It's just a body, really.
Charlie is almost surprised at himself, the number of maddeningly transcendental thoughts he's been having lately. To him it feels like going insane; he's never taken the movement for much other than silliness in literature.
But the holiday is over, now, and the worry over what his friends will have to do--though it never really left in the first place--is back. He's rediscovering that he does not like feeling adrift and helpless, at all.
[tiny tag: Charles Monroe
plot tag: Duet for claws and Swords]
Charlie is almost surprised at himself, the number of maddeningly transcendental thoughts he's been having lately. To him it feels like going insane; he's never taken the movement for much other than silliness in literature.
But the holiday is over, now, and the worry over what his friends will have to do--though it never really left in the first place--is back. He's rediscovering that he does not like feeling adrift and helpless, at all.
[tiny tag: Charles Monroe
plot tag: Duet for claws and Swords]
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May. 30th, 2009 07:05 pmbutterflyflown.livejournal.comBecause all you want to do after a concert is go back to being that regular girl hanging out with your best friend right? Well that isn't going to be happening for Miley er Hannah for the moment. She doesn't notice that the door to her dressing room doesn't have the dressing room on the other side.
...
"Oh sweet nibblets."
Now she's reaslied. Her dad, Lily, Oliver or even Jackson aren't waiting around for her either.
[tiny pop star tag: Miley Stewart (Hannah Montana)]
...
"Oh sweet nibblets."
Now she's reaslied. Her dad, Lily, Oliver or even Jackson aren't waiting around for her either.
[tiny pop star tag: Miley Stewart (Hannah Montana)]
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May. 30th, 2009 07:32 pmnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comAce comes bounding in through the back door in high spirits.
So does her dog.
Her dog has a new toy!
Do we want to know why said toy looks like the gauntlet of a knight's armor?
Or why it's still twitching? Magic seems to consider it a great game.
So does her dog.
Her dog has a new toy!
Do we want to know why said toy looks like the gauntlet of a knight's armor?
Or why it's still twitching? Magic seems to consider it a great game.
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May. 30th, 2009 07:37 pmgavemea_45The visit with Gloria Sitnick had turned out to be interesting. Much more so than he'd expected.
He'd ditched the scrubs as soon as he'd left the psych ward and gone straight to her apartment to check things out. There'd been nothing out of the ordinary, either; no EMF, no sulfur traces, nothing.
Even though he knows Dean's cooling his heels in the motel room and probably bored stiff, Sam heads to Milliways to think things over for a bit before going back. He has to -- the implications here are huge.
What if it's true? What if Gloria really did see an angel?
He snags a beer and finds a booth, where he sits staring absently into space.
He'd ditched the scrubs as soon as he'd left the psych ward and gone straight to her apartment to check things out. There'd been nothing out of the ordinary, either; no EMF, no sulfur traces, nothing.
Even though he knows Dean's cooling his heels in the motel room and probably bored stiff, Sam heads to Milliways to think things over for a bit before going back. He has to -- the implications here are huge.
What if it's true? What if Gloria really did see an angel?
He snags a beer and finds a booth, where he sits staring absently into space.
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May. 30th, 2009 08:15 pmmistressmaryquitecontrarySomeone has been trampling all through Mary's greenhouse.
General spring cheer be damned, Mary is Not Happy About This.
Subsequently, everything from the way she stomps over to the chair to the way she viciously attacks her dinner (split pea soup) with a spoon conveys general hatred of the world. Vex her at your peril!
General spring cheer be damned, Mary is Not Happy About This.
Subsequently, everything from the way she stomps over to the chair to the way she viciously attacks her dinner (split pea soup) with a spoon conveys general hatred of the world. Vex her at your peril!
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May. 30th, 2009 08:15 pmwalking_napalmWhatever was up with the bar the last couple of days, with the weird video screens and the Legos, seems to be over with now. Liz can't say that she minds. She never looked at what her options were for "transformations"; she doesn't know if being herself-but-without-fire for several days was an option, and she never will.
She's good with that. And currently staring at a napkin that just appeared in front of her.
A second one pops up on the bar-top; that one gets a reaction. "I said I was sorry," she retorts (to the bar), frowning.
An exchange follows, Liz's eyebrows lowering prodigiously with every short response she gives.
Within five minutes, there's a woman dressed all in black standing behind the bar, her arms folded.
HAPPY HOUR:
Half off anything in a bottle that I can find easily.
Mixed drinks don't count.
Liz exhales, and wishes, for the first time in ages, for a cigarette. "Come and get it," she calls, low and sardonic.
She's good with that. And currently staring at a napkin that just appeared in front of her.
A second one pops up on the bar-top; that one gets a reaction. "I said I was sorry," she retorts (to the bar), frowning.
An exchange follows, Liz's eyebrows lowering prodigiously with every short response she gives.
Within five minutes, there's a woman dressed all in black standing behind the bar, her arms folded.
Half off anything in a bottle that I can find easily.
Mixed drinks don't count.
Liz exhales, and wishes, for the first time in ages, for a cigarette. "Come and get it," she calls, low and sardonic.
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May. 30th, 2009 09:13 pmjust_the_doctorThe Doctor is sitting in a booth by the Window staring down into his teacup. He dropped Martha back at home to visit her family. He felt like he needed to be alone, but if that were true, why did he come here?
The tea is stone cold, but he doesn't notice because he's not drinking it anyway.
Feel free to stop over. He'll probably be here for a while.
[tags: professor river song, cal chandler, crypto]
[ooc: 1:20AM: Migraine is flaring, so must call slowtime. Still feel free to tag; post is open until his next EP.]
The tea is stone cold, but he doesn't notice because he's not drinking it anyway.
Feel free to stop over. He'll probably be here for a while.
[tags: professor river song, cal chandler, crypto]
[ooc: 1:20AM: Migraine is flaring, so must call slowtime. Still feel free to tag; post is open until his next EP.]
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May. 30th, 2009 09:48 pmnot_lugosiBela sits in her usual booth, sipping a Lemon Drop and handling some very sparkly items. She is sorting loose diamonds. Lots of loose diamonds. Portable wealth comes in handy.
Of course, this might not be the best thing to do in public, but it's Milliways. She feels relatively safe here. Besides, when she finds a door, she doesn't turn it down any more. Her doors come so rarely and capriciously.
Tiny tag of tiny: Bela Talbot, Cal Chandler
Of course, this might not be the best thing to do in public, but it's Milliways. She feels relatively safe here. Besides, when she finds a door, she doesn't turn it down any more. Her doors come so rarely and capriciously.
Tiny tag of tiny: Bela Talbot, Cal Chandler
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May. 30th, 2009 10:29 pmlatino_menaceA few days away and a quick conversation have left Ramon considerably calmer than when he left. He comes in through the front door and drops off a box containing two items with Bar.
'See it gets to Doc, would you?' he asks, curtly. His patience with Bar has worn rather thin since the thing with Mikey a couple of weeks ago. That done then, he turns and heads to the stairs. Anyone wanting to talk to him could probably catch him on his way.
'See it gets to Doc, would you?' he asks, curtly. His patience with Bar has worn rather thin since the thing with Mikey a couple of weeks ago. That done then, he turns and heads to the stairs. Anyone wanting to talk to him could probably catch him on his way.
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May. 30th, 2009 11:13 pmparkerleeParker is pretty sure that the first leg of her trip from Denver, Colorado to Richmond, Virginia violated the Geneva Convention on at least three, and maybe four, key points. She’s had bad flights before, but geez.
Which is why she looks relieved and happy when, tired, bedraggled, and toting her carry on, she walks into what she thought was the airport ladies room, and finds Milliways instead. Her layover has just gotten a lot more comfortable.
Parker drops her bag on a table, and sinks into a chair. She pulls another chair around, and, slowly and a little painfully, stretches out her legs and rests her feet on the seat.
Company is welcome. Especially company that has not bathed in perfume, is not saying OmiGAWD every thirty seconds, and is not a slightly inebriated, forty-year-old businessman who keeps trying to hit on her.
Which is why she looks relieved and happy when, tired, bedraggled, and toting her carry on, she walks into what she thought was the airport ladies room, and finds Milliways instead. Her layover has just gotten a lot more comfortable.
Parker drops her bag on a table, and sinks into a chair. She pulls another chair around, and, slowly and a little painfully, stretches out her legs and rests her feet on the seat.
Company is welcome. Especially company that has not bathed in perfume, is not saying OmiGAWD every thirty seconds, and is not a slightly inebriated, forty-year-old businessman who keeps trying to hit on her.
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May. 30th, 2009 11:21 pmcutting_edgex23[ooc: Immediately after this.]
X falls backward through the door, smoke and flame trailing in behind her. She stretches out one foot, half-burned and leather-blackened, to kick the door shut.
Then she rips the multi-legged monstrosity off her face, flinging it into the wall and following after, stumbling and -- from the bloody and viscous ruin of the left side of her face -- half-blind.
Not that she needs to see in order to smash Big Hopper to paste -- the scent of charred spider is strong and immediately apparent. She staggers one that is accomplished, one hand held out to brace herself against a nearby chair.
Too bad she misses it.
Interdimensional spider venom is apparently not something her healing factor has encountered before. Who knew?
[ooc: This post is semi-locked to Sam Winchester for interaction. Reaction tags are welcome, but since X is not capable of staying long she's not likely to interact with anyone else. Thank you!]
X falls backward through the door, smoke and flame trailing in behind her. She stretches out one foot, half-burned and leather-blackened, to kick the door shut.
Then she rips the multi-legged monstrosity off her face, flinging it into the wall and following after, stumbling and -- from the bloody and viscous ruin of the left side of her face -- half-blind.
Not that she needs to see in order to smash Big Hopper to paste -- the scent of charred spider is strong and immediately apparent. She staggers one that is accomplished, one hand held out to brace herself against a nearby chair.
Too bad she misses it.
Interdimensional spider venom is apparently not something her healing factor has encountered before. Who knew?
[ooc: This post is semi-locked to Sam Winchester for interaction. Reaction tags are welcome, but since X is not capable of staying long she's not likely to interact with anyone else. Thank you!]
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May. 30th, 2009 11:38 pmhowling_laugh[OOM: Last time, Coyote met her daughter. This time, she meets her son. It goes...somewhat less than well.]
