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[howling_laugh]

Coyote's still in the bar, still making plans. She isn't even smoking, tonight. Must be some serious thinking going on.



[OOC: Okay, this one's plotlocked. Thanks!]

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[aj_crawley]

where can a sick man go
June 10th

(text only)

Pale Opal Wine

[faeverte]

The hour of the clock has reached that no man's land between too late and too early, and it is at just such a point and time that the Green Faerie finds it easiest to move.  The possibilities are rich here, and she sends out pale tendrils of green smoke to taste them.  Drifting on an unseen current, the verdigris tatters of her silk skirts sway and furl like seaweed around her, and the air shimmers with an otherworldly light.

She passes by tables and booths, lingering for a moment to gaze into the fireplace, smiling as the flashing scales of the fish mirror the green flame that encircles her brow.  You might be able to smell the delicate scent of star anise and hyssop, nutmeg and juniper, fennel and wormwood, lingering in the air long before you see the green tinted glow of her passage.

She continues on, dark eyes wide and watchful as she moves through the bar, passed the jukebox and the pool table, as if searching for something or someone.

[ ooc: open till it scrolls, slow time is love, tag in for inspiration or just to meet the Absinthe Faerie. ]

[ tiny green tag: Vert ]

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[mycursedface]

Take one golden-winged, black-haired-and-snaked Gorgon.

Add a bad hair-and-scale-and-feather day and one unexpected sandstorm.

Mix until swearing and/or hissing starts.

Place on table to cool off and untangle feathers.

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[boundxkitty]

Liz is settled in one of the comfy chairs by the fire, head on one arm rest and legs draped over the other. Her feet are bouncing to unheard music, well only unheard by the rest of the bar. The black ear bud is hidden by the almost black wavy hair around her ear, though she's only got one in. The left one is resting on her chest because she likes hearing what's going on in bar from her perch as well as the music from her iPod.

She'll probably be here all day, so feel free to approach, bother, or otherwise engaged with.

[ooc: Open until she gets a new EP]

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[gone_byebye]

It's been noted before that Ray hates wearing suits, but once in a while his job makes him do it. This is one of those times. His ride back to the Firehouse from JFK was not a fun one, either, and he's jetlagged all to hell. Add in the Daily News headline ("TWINKIE BOOM GOES BUST - Defense wants out of Hostess contract") and, well, suddenly the idea of legging it to an extradimensional bar out of time and sleeping unitl his circadian rhythm is where it belongs sounds like a good idea.

Well. That and a bowl of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs. With marshmallows. It's been a long day.

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[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Bank Error]

Jason slinks back in the front door and heads right up to his room. Behind the door, he presses his back to it, trying his best not to hyperventilate Why did he make his work deposits into the account JC gave him?

Couldn't go home; couldn't stay here.

He's shaking as he measures out a small amount of cocaine. Calm down, we'll think of something...

He glances around the room, racking his brain. There must be money somewhere...

He stares.

No.

He shakes his head.

It's that or see just how creative Ramon can be. He found himself rummaging, watching the door nervously. It's only twenty bucks...I can pay it back later...

And there it was: about sixty bucks right in front of him. He took a twenty and slid Nat's wallet back into his jeans, then ran downstairs to find Ramon.

[OOC: Mun HAS to run out, but will answer any tags later]

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[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM: Riding the Greyhound for long distances can be enough to make you wish the world would end.]

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[hear_the_voices]

[France, c. 1150 A.D.]



[tiny tags: Anna Milton, Castiel]

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[kemo_soggy]

Moist is starting to get a little stir-crazy. (And a little worried, since he hasn't seen Doc since during Cubefall, and... yeah. When it's been two weeks since you last saw a friend who occasionally forgets to eat and/or sleep, that's kinda cause for alarm.)
For now, he's trying to distract himself by playing solitaire. It's not working as well as he would have hoped, so he's also sort of people-watching.

(OOC: Open till it falls off the page. People I have slowtimes with, my apologies for being quiet this week; I'll try to get tags in tonight, but if you'd rather fade out, that's all right too.)

[tiny not!damp tag: Moist]

Happy Hour!

[gorgonfondness]

Mia was stopping into Milliways for the first time since coming back from holiday when she gets a note.

"Really? Wouldn't it be more fun to have the birthday boy do it?"

His birthday was a week ago.

"Well yes, but I'm sure he'd love a Happy Hour dedicated to him."

So she finds some green chalk, to match the clothes she's swiped from her husband for today, and writes:

Specials
Draco's Kiss
Snake in the Grass
Limeade
Absinthe

Half off if you are wearing green or attended Hogwarts.
Free if you convince me that you're a Slytherin.

She dusts the chalk from her hands and says, "Happy Hour, everybody."

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[white_flowers]

[OOM: the grass withers; the flower fades...

(warning for graphic description of starvation)]

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[yinyangwizard.livejournal.com]

Seimei sits at the Bar with a mostly-ignored drink at his elbow and a black lacquer comb in his hand. The comb is inlaid with jade, gold and mother-of-pearl, arranged to depict a pair of cranes standing in a pond under a full moon. It's an old piece, and quite lovely.

For someone with magical sensitivity, however, it looks...unsettling, in an indefinable way.

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Settling.]

The battle of baby vs high chair has been fought. The high chair won, and having realised that he is truly strapped in for good, Alexander awaits dinner.

Once again, Guppy approaches him with a bowl of mushy stuff. And once again, it is refused.

Guppy sighs.

"Come on Alex, I know you can eat soft solids, because the other day you ate a mouthful of cat food when I wasn't looking."

Beat.

"Okay, how about one spoon full for Daddy, one for Alex." he says, taking a spoonfull of baby rice and eating it. "Mmm, yummy yummy yum."

He manages not to spit it out, wipes the spoon, and tries feeding Alex again. This time there is success.

"All right! Well done!" Guppy says encouragingly, trying to feed him a second spoonful when he's swallowed it. No luck. Looks like they're going to have to go for the same again.

"Okay, one spoon full for Daddy..." He says, sighing and taking another spoonful.

Involuntarily, he pulls a face. This stuff is revolting.

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[scrmifthishurts]

There's a Nightstalker out back with her bow, she's lining up a shot and is rather distracted. After all, she has her ipod earphones in her ears and she's concentrating on the target in front of her. Not to anything around her. She's botherable, however, if you can catch her attention first.

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[un_fallen]

Raguel wears a black hat when he's out and about in LA these days, because Bar is still holding his usual one hostage and he needs something nondescript. The colorful hat that Coyote got him for Easter always takes its place on his head, however, when he steps into the bar.

It looks a little strange on him once he's perched in a corner, brooding smoking, but around here it's difficult to look truly out of place.

[tiny tag: Olga]