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[boundxkitty]

With everything going on in her corner of the world, it's not unexpected to get tired. She's been constantly in and out of the infirmary with Jason and had come out to get something to eat because she was hungry. After eating, enough for a small army as indicated by the small stack of plates settled on a table near the couch, she'd settled on said couch to rest for a moment. But, as things tend to go when tired, she fell asleep.

Which leads to a lightly sleeping Elizabeth on said couch. Feel free to poke, prod, curl up with, or otherwise wake the wereleopard. She won't mind.

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[nathaniel_kitten]

In a booth, there is a wereleopard.

He's rough around the edges, worn and tired, but hunger drove him from Jason's side. Nathaniel is currently polishing off his third helping of roast chicken, his stomach finally calling off the bodily revolt.

Picking at the leftover vegetable, he tries not to think too much.

Thinking too much made everything hurt even more, and he had Jason to worry about.

Jason, not Asher.

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[young_womble]

This is the home of the Wombles.

Wellington is in the garden, Wombling* in the bushes.

He's got quite a good haul this morning, with lots of sweet wrappers to take home in his tidy bag. And a couple of lollypop sticks, since it's been warm.

He stops to look at a butterfly; holding out his paw, the insect flutters onto it. He keeps perfectly still, watching it with an interested expression.

[Wombling (v): The process in which Wombles collect abandoned human items for recycling.]

Target Practice

[coreenfennel.livejournal.com]

Coreen has successfully constructed her potato launcher. It seems to be in as good working order as anything else she's created, and looks to be an improvement on the one she has back home. She will probably make some modifications to the basic design once she knows it works properly. As it stands, she's carrying a large basket of potatoes, with the launcher on top over to some targets (with buckets under them) that she's set up. She looks determined, and with good reason. Perhaps she'll get proficient at making her own weaponry yet.

She sets down the bag at a previously marked spot on the ground and kneels down to load her potato launcher. She's got dirt smudged on her nose and all over the cargo shorts she's wearing,


She's highly botherable; just try to stand back. If you'd like to take a shot or two, she's got a spare set of goggles...

[oom] After Dark

[hell_in_highheels]

[oom: Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XI ]

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[white_flowers]

[OOM:
all of us go down to the dust;
yet even at the grave we make our song

]

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace strolls into the bar lazily, her doberman striding at her side. There's sand still, between the doberman's toes and in the pyro's hair, but that's what a good day spent romping at the beach is all about, isn't it?

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[hear_the_voices]

[12 Adar 5745 / 5 March 1985 A.D. / 13 Jumada Al-Akhirah 1405 A.H. Alpha and Omega]




[tiny tags: Anna Milton, Castiel]

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[gorgonfondness]

Huh.

That's weird.

Mia's had mood swings prior to that time of the month before, but they didn't swing her like this very often. It only gets this bad if she's particularly stressed, but why should she be stressed? She came back from a wonderful vacation not that long ago and school won't be back in session until September.

It's clear that she's been crying recently. She doesn't even know why she wanted to cry, which became part of the reason why she did. But now she's in a more mellow mood in the bar proper. She's calming down by taking her supplement with a cup of herbal tea, the kind she likes that tastes like apple pie.

Why is everything going haywire?

[Most certainly NOT Plotlocked, but all threads will be Millitimed to after the thread with Demeter, say thankya. =D]

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[gonna_live]

[OOM:

I dreamed you were a cosmonaut
of the space between our chairs
and I was the cartographer
of the tangles in your hair ]

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[md_donighal]

"...you what now?" the man in the gray suit asks Bar after receiving a napkin note instead of the Ogden's he ordered.

ZIP There's a martyr-ette at his side. "Something wrong?"

"Apparently, she's decided we have to earn our keep." Dryly: "How unfair is that?"

With equal dryness: "Totally."

And so it comes to pass that there are two unassuming superhumans behind the bar, putting up a specials board themed around famous novas:

Tequila Boom-Boom
Flaming Confederate
The Dragon
The Fireman's Sour
Geisha
Lash
Tequila Matador
Dr. Shocker
Slider
Sloppy Joe
Summer Splash
Spooky Juice
Blackthorn

Choice of discounts:
a) Demonstrate paranormal powers and your first alcoholic drink is free*
b) Conceal your powers, or admit to not having them, and your first non-alcoholic drink is free

* Underage paranormals get a free ice-cream sundae instead

"Roll up! Roll up!" shouts Michael in carnival tones.

[Closed timelike tinytag: Val von Doom]

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[evil_koala_626]

Upon descending the staircase, Stitch's first action (as it has been for several weeks) is to glance to where his door should be, Two enormous ears fan forward, expectantly. Blank wood and plaster are all that appear. The ears drop.

Shortly thereafter, the plucky tones of a ukelele may be heard drifting out from one of the booths. They player, on the other hand, may take awhile to spot. He rarely bothers with booster seats.


[tinytag:  cal chandler]

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[guppy_sandhu]

The circle of chairs is out and ready.

On the table are lots of ORANGE coloured cakes and biscuits, shaped like flowers. Fresh strawberries with sugar, cream or sweetened condensed milk as preferred. And plenty of summary fruit juices.

LIFE SUPPORT
OPEN TO ALL!

One Guppy, one Ben, bring your angst and woe and stuff! Consume yummy food! Meet new people!

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[scurlock]

[OOMs: In New Mexico, the history lesson of a lifetime continues, followed by a well-earned break in the action for our two weary road-trippers.

Later that evening however, things heat up back at the hotel.

There's always a morning after to deal with, though in some cases, the night after can be pretty rough, too.

And then, of course, there's a welcome chance to catch up once the trip is through, even if the things they've missed haven't been too pleasant.]


[ooc: Millitimed to WAY BACK WHEN. No, seriously - March. After this. Apologies for it taking so long, stupid RL getting in the way!]

Tinytag: Kate Warner

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[laceandarsenic.livejournal.com]

A girl and her Deinonychus are in the bar, at a table. Gert has sushi and saki, Old lace has a bucket of raw steak. Company is welcomed.

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[coreenfennel.livejournal.com]

Coreen gets some thinking done trying to work through some of the current weirdness.



[tiny tag: Coreen Fennel]