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May. 31st, 2009 12:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blue_ajah[OOM: Some things are difficult to bear alone. In Twin Peaks, Moiraine tells Cooper the news.]
May. 31st, 2009
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May. 31st, 2009 04:01 amgavin62truck[Silly little OOM: Speak of the Devil (warning for some strong sexual language), which happens some time after Tommy meets Satan.]
Entrance Post.
May. 31st, 2009 08:39 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
diything.livejournal.comThe young woman walking into the bar doesn't have a clue as to why she's even here in the first place. Last she checked, her dad's house didn't exactly sit next to any bars - which is probably the reason she's stayed in bed for the last five hours.
"God, they're gonna kill me if I'm late again," she mutters under her breath, one hand fidgeting restlessly at her side as she looks over her shoulder at the distinct lack of the door she walked in through.
Reaching up, she runs a hand through her hair, the lone blue strands standing out noticeably against the dark brown.
"Great. Just great. This is perfect," she says, still out loud.
Welcome to Milliways, Norah.
[tiny tag: norah lorkowski]
[ooc: open for tags all day, though I'm calling slowtimes now just to account for me being in and out. all tags welcome!]
"God, they're gonna kill me if I'm late again," she mutters under her breath, one hand fidgeting restlessly at her side as she looks over her shoulder at the distinct lack of the door she walked in through.
Reaching up, she runs a hand through her hair, the lone blue strands standing out noticeably against the dark brown.
"Great. Just great. This is perfect," she says, still out loud.
Welcome to Milliways, Norah.
[tiny tag: norah lorkowski]
[ooc: open for tags all day, though I'm calling slowtimes now just to account for me being in and out. all tags welcome!]
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May. 31st, 2009 11:44 amloyaltyinmotion.livejournal.comJason is in the Bar today. He still had a pair of soft knit shorts stashed in the rocks outside, but no shirt. He doesn't really care, though. He'd just pulled them on without a second thought and trudged into the Bar.
To say he looks haggard is an understatement: without a shirt it's becoming apparent that he's losing weight, and the dark hollows under his eyes are bringing attention to his empty stare. His eyes are directed to the Observation Window as he sits there, but he's not seeing anything in front of him.
[ooc: Duet for Claws and Swords plot]
To say he looks haggard is an understatement: without a shirt it's becoming apparent that he's losing weight, and the dark hollows under his eyes are bringing attention to his empty stare. His eyes are directed to the Observation Window as he sits there, but he's not seeing anything in front of him.
[ooc: Duet for Claws and Swords plot]
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May. 31st, 2009 12:46 pmcandied-rabbit.livejournal.comFun fact: Momiji's family curse is not all bunnies and puppies and kittens, all the time.
Nor, being a curse of as fine a pedigree as it is, does it feel the need to make its more subtle effects predictable. As long as the right people turn into the right sort of furball at the right time, it can afford itself a little room for creativity, elsewhere.
Which is all to say that, after being content with his Bound state for the past few months, Momiji has come downstairs today looking agitated. He's pacing in halting spurts, tracing a roundabout path between a couch near the fireplace, the Bar proper, and back again, with none of his usual skipping or bouncing.
Not that he looks glum or even really homesick. If anything, the air he gives off, almost marching from place to place, makes him seem a bit like an animal who's just found the bars of his cage...and can't quite figure out why they upset him.
Long story short, though? The rabbit-boy really needs some sort of distraction.
He'll work a rut into the Bar's nice floors, otherwise.
((OOC: Possible, periodic slowness for schoolwork, but I'll be around all day. :D)
Nor, being a curse of as fine a pedigree as it is, does it feel the need to make its more subtle effects predictable. As long as the right people turn into the right sort of furball at the right time, it can afford itself a little room for creativity, elsewhere.
Which is all to say that, after being content with his Bound state for the past few months, Momiji has come downstairs today looking agitated. He's pacing in halting spurts, tracing a roundabout path between a couch near the fireplace, the Bar proper, and back again, with none of his usual skipping or bouncing.
Not that he looks glum or even really homesick. If anything, the air he gives off, almost marching from place to place, makes him seem a bit like an animal who's just found the bars of his cage...and can't quite figure out why they upset him.
Long story short, though? The rabbit-boy really needs some sort of distraction.
He'll work a rut into the Bar's nice floors, otherwise.
((OOC: Possible, periodic slowness for schoolwork, but I'll be around all day. :D)
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May. 31st, 2009 12:49 pmim-so-sari.livejournal.comCubefall is over. Sari is human again. And she's fine with that. Sure, robots may be stronger, faster, and have cool powers, but squishies are much better able to appreciate a good vanilla milkshake, as she's doing now.
Botherable.
[tinytag: Sari Sumdac, Tasselhoff Burrfoot]
Botherable.
[tinytag: Sari Sumdac, Tasselhoff Burrfoot]
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May. 31st, 2009 03:06 pm2020sightSo apparently last night there was kind of a smackdown?
Yeah, Epimetheus missed it entirely.
What he did not miss was the charred, smashed, very dead thing that was left behind. He refuses to grace it with the name of spider. The Loompas came and cleaned it up pretty quickly after he spotted it, but he had plenty of time to note every way the design had been perverted.
And he's gonna remember the fucking thing. That -- that affront.
It's gone. It's dead. He's not going to do anything. He's just . . . upset. And even Milliways' very fine whiskey couldn't calm him down last night, so he's giving it another shot tonight.
Make that three shots and a chaser.
[ooc: Something of a placeholder, as I'm off to church and dinner shortly, but slowtimes are more than welcome!]
Yeah, Epimetheus missed it entirely.
What he did not miss was the charred, smashed, very dead thing that was left behind. He refuses to grace it with the name of spider. The Loompas came and cleaned it up pretty quickly after he spotted it, but he had plenty of time to note every way the design had been perverted.
And he's gonna remember the fucking thing. That -- that affront.
It's gone. It's dead. He's not going to do anything. He's just . . . upset. And even Milliways' very fine whiskey couldn't calm him down last night, so he's giving it another shot tonight.
Make that three shots and a chaser.
[ooc: Something of a placeholder, as I'm off to church and dinner shortly, but slowtimes are more than welcome!]
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May. 31st, 2009 04:05 pmyosafbridgeOut past the relatively cooler weather, on the beach, there's a redheaded con artist taking in the sun. She's doing her best to avoid getting too many rays, especially since her skin tends to freckle or burn rather than acquire a decent tan.
After a moment, she doesn't waste time in actually making her way into the water.
That where she'll be, should anyone happen to be walking by. There's almost something nymphlike in her movements as she starts to float onto her back, occasionally drifting her arms to keep herself up on the surface of the water.
After a moment, she doesn't waste time in actually making her way into the water.
That where she'll be, should anyone happen to be walking by. There's almost something nymphlike in her movements as she starts to float onto her back, occasionally drifting her arms to keep herself up on the surface of the water.
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May. 31st, 2009 05:21 pmpuckishly.livejournal.comThe door swings open--
"Stop! Thief!"
And Puck skids through at 100-meter dash speeds (which for him is more or less the equivalent of a gentle lope). He crash-lands on a couch, sending it groaning back several inches from the force of impact, and clutches his prize-- a roasted duck-- with the cheery victory of the hungry and not-strictly-law-abiding.
The door has the good sense to slam behind him.
"Stop! Thief!"
And Puck skids through at 100-meter dash speeds (which for him is more or less the equivalent of a gentle lope). He crash-lands on a couch, sending it groaning back several inches from the force of impact, and clutches his prize-- a roasted duck-- with the cheery victory of the hungry and not-strictly-law-abiding.
The door has the good sense to slam behind him.
Happy Hour
May. 31st, 2009 05:47 pmisaysimplewordsAfter what he and Liz saw yesterday, Cal is preoccupied with worry for X. He's been keeping an eye out for her, or (more likely, he believes) Sam Winchester, anxious for news and hoping desperately for it to be good.
The note from Bar is something of a relief, and Cal agrees without hesitation. He's not exactly in the mood to be social, but he can always fake that, and having something else to think about is welcome.
He doesn't feel like going through the drink recipe book, so the specials today are simple.
Drink Specials
Beer
Vodka
Non-Alcoholic Drinks
Come distract the bartender.
[tinytag: coreen fennel]
[OOC: Open to new tags until eleven PM EST.]
The note from Bar is something of a relief, and Cal agrees without hesitation. He's not exactly in the mood to be social, but he can always fake that, and having something else to think about is welcome.
He doesn't feel like going through the drink recipe book, so the specials today are simple.
Beer
Vodka
Non-Alcoholic Drinks
Come distract the bartender.
[tinytag: coreen fennel]
[OOC: Open to new tags until eleven PM EST.]
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May. 31st, 2009 06:28 pmkeptherwaiting.livejournal.com[OOM: April 1948 - Michigan: "I want you to be my wife."
It's a quick decision. One she didn't see coming. It makes her beam at him as she fumbles for the words to say. "I... I want to be your wife."]
It's a quick decision. One she didn't see coming. It makes her beam at him as she fumbles for the words to say. "I... I want to be your wife."]
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May. 31st, 2009 06:29 pmcutting_edgex23After being cleared on her new, improved metabolism by Hank, explaining to Warren (and Miss Frost and Cyclops) about where she encountered extra/interdimensional spiders, and avoiding the rest of her former teammates --
Having a Security shift to show up for is a welcome respite.
And if she spends more time looking toward the front door than usual --
Maybe it is understandable. Maybe.
[ooc: I am multi-tasking a bit at this point, so please ping setsthingsright before tagging. Thanks!]
Having a Security shift to show up for is a welcome respite.
And if she spends more time looking toward the front door than usual --
Maybe it is understandable. Maybe.
[ooc: I am multi-tasking a bit at this point, so please ping setsthingsright before tagging. Thanks!]
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May. 31st, 2009 07:02 pmhadyougoingAva is at the Bar, drinking a sugary iced tea and painting her nails.
She is painting them a sleek metallic red, to match the shiny red horns she is currently sporting.
Also: she is humming.
"Hmm hm hm hm hmm ..."
Possibly, humming is something Ava should never, ever do.
Like, ever.
She is painting them a sleek metallic red, to match the shiny red horns she is currently sporting.
Also: she is humming.
"Hmm hm hm hm hmm ..."
Possibly, humming is something Ava should never, ever do.
Like, ever.
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May. 31st, 2009 07:20 pmlastgunslinger[ OOM: (Index.)
Under the elders
The older get younger
The younger get over
Over their elders
Under the elders
Pretend that you're older now(we who are so very young)]So here comes the chorus
You will never fear any more
If you join our chorus
We will meet on the fatal shore
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May. 31st, 2009 07:30 pmmakesmeateaseInara's in the Bar, sitting in a booth, with her customary cup of tea. Not so customary are the sheets of paper scattered around her, each with a half finished enso started. The zen circles aren't perfect and as Inara works, her tongue sticking between her teeth, it's obvious that it's starting to get on her nerves.
She growls, frustrated, and crumples the one she's working on, shoving it to the side.
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[ooc: may drop off the face of the earth. rp ennui still in effect, boooo. but tag now and i promise i'll try my hardest not to be lame D:]
She growls, frustrated, and crumples the one she's working on, shoving it to the side.
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[ooc: may drop off the face of the earth. rp ennui still in effect, boooo. but tag now and i promise i'll try my hardest not to be lame D:]
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May. 31st, 2009 08:26 pmsong_tra_bongMary Anne knows what happened. (Vengeance, after all, is a province of hers.)
She isn't ready to see him yet.
Her eyes are red. This will not be her only drink this evening.
[tinytag: Demeter]
She isn't ready to see him yet.
Her eyes are red. This will not be her only drink this evening.
[tinytag: Demeter]
0.hidden track: the rotator slips
May. 31st, 2009 08:26 pmrotwood_reaper[OOM, arguably pre-canon: If fate is a millstone, we are the ones that make it turn.]
The door opens to admit a dark-haired slip of a girl in black. From the look of her, this may not be where she was expecting to find herself. Somebody may want to clear that up.
The door opens to admit a dark-haired slip of a girl in black. From the look of her, this may not be where she was expecting to find herself. Somebody may want to clear that up.
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May. 31st, 2009 08:29 pmkemo_soggyMoist's door home is still MIA. (Or maybe AWOL would be more appropriate?) He can't say why, but... well, at least he doesn't have to worry about causing a mold infestation in one of the rooms here. He doesn't want to know how much that would run up his tab.
In any case, he's at a table with a newspaper, half poking at the crossword and half keeping an eye out for Doc or Coreen. Interruptions would not necessarily be unwelcome.
[tiny not!damp tag: Moist]
In any case, he's at a table with a newspaper, half poking at the crossword and half keeping an eye out for Doc or Coreen. Interruptions would not necessarily be unwelcome.
[tiny not!damp tag: Moist]
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May. 31st, 2009 10:09 pmlady_moon[OOC: Part of Duet for Claws and Swords plot.]
She's been cleaned up.
That had been an interesting experience.
Now she's hiding in Norman.
Just for tonight.
In the morning, she'll go home. Family was home. Family who could help her understand. Except one family member.
She tries to be angry with Ruin, but she knows he did it because he loved her.
It was part of the path.
You can't unwalk the path.
Moon sighs, staring up at the sky, her wolves pacing restlessly below.
She's been cleaned up.
That had been an interesting experience.
Now she's hiding in Norman.
Just for tonight.
In the morning, she'll go home. Family was home. Family who could help her understand. Except one family member.
She tries to be angry with Ruin, but she knows he did it because he loved her.
It was part of the path.
You can't unwalk the path.
Moon sighs, staring up at the sky, her wolves pacing restlessly below.
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May. 31st, 2009 10:25 pmostro_gothTeja is by the fireplace, playing his harp in a slow, mournful melody.
He is worried about his friends.
Something is up.
On his foot, a little grey cat is rolled up, asleep.
[OOC: Duet for Claws and Swords plot]
He is worried about his friends.
Something is up.
On his foot, a little grey cat is rolled up, asleep.
[OOC: Duet for Claws and Swords plot]
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May. 31st, 2009 10:38 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy is preparing to go on a quest.
He's borrowed Shufti's 'bigger on the inside than the outside' bag and is trying to work out what he needs to put in it. How many items of clothing, how much food and medical supplies, etc.
He's currently debating whether to take a small Travel Games set. Not that he can see Atton settling down for Scrabble.
He's borrowed Shufti's 'bigger on the inside than the outside' bag and is trying to work out what he needs to put in it. How many items of clothing, how much food and medical supplies, etc.
He's currently debating whether to take a small Travel Games set. Not that he can see Atton settling down for Scrabble.
