Jun. 19th, 2009
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Jun. 19th, 2009 12:59 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.comJason is out of the infirmary and back in the Bar tonight. He's worn out from his day in the woods, but the shift made him feel less shaky. Ivanhoe is bringing him bottles of Gatorade and sandwiches, and he's forcing himself to eat them.
Gotta keep his strength up.
He's hoping to see Nathaniel before going up to his room...just in case Nathaniel missed some of his stash.
Gotta keep his strength up.
He's hoping to see Nathaniel before going up to his room...just in case Nathaniel missed some of his stash.
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Jun. 19th, 2009 02:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gavin62truck[OOM: Tommy sorta kinda maybe not-so-much repents, which occurs some time after spending the night with the Devil (sexual content liek woah).]
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Jun. 19th, 2009 09:35 amtime_dancerThis morning Val is ensconced in a booth with a clear line of site to the front door. She has stacks of books, various bits of technology and arrow parts. She also has a tall glass of milk and a plate of paradoxes.
Someone either has a bunch of homework or is sitting on a stack out. Care to find out which?
[[Tiny tag: Val von Doom]]
[Unannounced and random slow times due to work likely.]
Someone either has a bunch of homework or is sitting on a stack out. Care to find out which?
[[Tiny tag: Val von Doom]]
[Unannounced and random slow times due to work likely.]
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Jun. 19th, 2009 10:59 amnumbered_doctorThirteen's outside enjoying the warm sun this afternoon. Perched on a rock by the lake, she's rolled up her pant legs to her knees and is dipping her feet into the water.
Anyone want to join her?
Anyone want to join her?
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Jun. 19th, 2009 03:13 pmlikesthecoatIanto Jones is a diary-keeping fellow. Sometimes the entries are dashed off hastily so he doesn't forget details. Sometimes he sits and writes slowly, considering each word, being more open with the paper than he is with any living being.
This is one of the reasons why he likes Milliways: aside from the perfect coffee, there's always a place to sit and write.
Teaboy, tie loosened, at a table, sometimes looking up to watch the fire or the observation window, but mostly writing.
This is one of the reasons why he likes Milliways: aside from the perfect coffee, there's always a place to sit and write.
Teaboy, tie loosened, at a table, sometimes looking up to watch the fire or the observation window, but mostly writing.
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Jun. 19th, 2009 04:42 pmwhatsatisfiesme.livejournal.comIt's warm and sunny, and Gilbert is swimming out in the lake.
Correction on that last note: Gilbert was swimming out in the lake. Or, at least, trying to do so. As it turns out, though, staying holed up inside and skipping meals isn't the very best way to prepare oneself for strenuous exercise...especially if one's never had much in the way of swimming lessons, before.
So, now, he's flopped over on his back by the lakeshore, instead, panting from exertion and alternating between a venomous glare at the water and a vaguely longing look back towards the door into the Bar.
It's a very vexing dilemma that he's faced with, here. On the one hand, going dripping back inside would be giving up. On the other...there's no sun or heat in there.
For the moment, he just stays by the edge of the lake, tight-lipped and drawn.
Stupid water.
Correction on that last note: Gilbert was swimming out in the lake. Or, at least, trying to do so. As it turns out, though, staying holed up inside and skipping meals isn't the very best way to prepare oneself for strenuous exercise...especially if one's never had much in the way of swimming lessons, before.
So, now, he's flopped over on his back by the lakeshore, instead, panting from exertion and alternating between a venomous glare at the water and a vaguely longing look back towards the door into the Bar.
It's a very vexing dilemma that he's faced with, here. On the one hand, going dripping back inside would be giving up. On the other...there's no sun or heat in there.
For the moment, he just stays by the edge of the lake, tight-lipped and drawn.
Stupid water.
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Jun. 19th, 2009 06:36 pmrenegade-enzo.livejournal.comSomething about today calls for a stiff drink.
Having just agreed to go human, he's found himself in need of intoxication.
He's going to be a hero. He's going to save a little girl his wife is fond of.
He's going to be a fragging human.
First, he needs to be assured it Won't Be All That Bad, and second, he needs an expert or two on humans and conversions-to-human.
Expect conversation to be rather terse today...
( OOC EDIT. )
Having just agreed to go human, he's found himself in need of intoxication.
He's going to be a hero. He's going to save a little girl his wife is fond of.
He's going to be a fragging human.
First, he needs to be assured it Won't Be All That Bad, and second, he needs an expert or two on humans and conversions-to-human.
Expect conversation to be rather terse today...
( OOC EDIT. )
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Jun. 19th, 2009 08:38 pmbythatmuch.livejournal.comIn two corners of Milliways this evening, two very different men are doing the same thing: reading.
The only differences between them are that one is humming while doing it and the other is drinking.
The humming one is Maxwell Smart, who is currently distracting himself from thoughts of the other night's Happy Hour with a copy of David McCullough's 1776* while accompanying his reading with songs from the musical of the same title.
Oh, if only John Adams were still here. He would not be pleased to hear Congress's pleas of "for God's sake, John, sit down!" coming from someone who is most definitely not a member of Congress. Now that would be fun to explain... but, the narration digresses.
In the other corner sits Nick Carraway, nursing a glass of whisky as he reads through a book of works by John Donne. He, too, is trying to distract himself from something — Nero is currently pacing back and forth in front of Nick's table, looking quite restless.
"I don't know what has you so excited," he says to the wolf, brows furrowed.
Nero gives no response, telepathic or otherwise.
Nick sighs and returns to his reading.
*The mun has never read this book; please excuse any handwaving.
[tinytag: Maxwell Smart]
The only differences between them are that one is humming while doing it and the other is drinking.
The humming one is Maxwell Smart, who is currently distracting himself from thoughts of the other night's Happy Hour with a copy of David McCullough's 1776* while accompanying his reading with songs from the musical of the same title.
Oh, if only John Adams were still here. He would not be pleased to hear Congress's pleas of "for God's sake, John, sit down!" coming from someone who is most definitely not a member of Congress. Now that would be fun to explain... but, the narration digresses.
In the other corner sits Nick Carraway, nursing a glass of whisky as he reads through a book of works by John Donne. He, too, is trying to distract himself from something — Nero is currently pacing back and forth in front of Nick's table, looking quite restless.
"I don't know what has you so excited," he says to the wolf, brows furrowed.
Nero gives no response, telepathic or otherwise.
Nick sighs and returns to his reading.
*The mun has never read this book; please excuse any handwaving.
[tinytag: Maxwell Smart]
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Jun. 19th, 2009 08:50 pmostro_gothTeja is sitting by the lake shore, on a log, playing his guitar. It is one of his favourite songs from the future -- a love song that captures the amazement that he still feels at the happiness which has befallen him.
Still, he will have to leave room, in his heart and his time, for his old unhappiness. This year, Teja knows what date it is; and he would speak to those dear to him, to warn them, so none should miss him, or come looking for him.-
[[OOC: Part of the 'Duet for Swords and Claws' plot line']]
Still, he will have to leave room, in his heart and his time, for his old unhappiness. This year, Teja knows what date it is; and he would speak to those dear to him, to warn them, so none should miss him, or come looking for him.-
[[OOC: Part of the 'Duet for Swords and Claws' plot line']]
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Jun. 19th, 2009 10:00 pmwheelsy_sheriffBill is sitting at a table with a clear view of the front door and the notice board. He hasn't slept much since finding out about Boo, and hasn't eaten much, either.
What he has had is a whole lot of coffee, because even though he knows that there are others looking out for Cruella, he's not giving up on the watch.
When a waitrat brings over a sandwich and a Coke he shakes his head, then changes his mind and nods.
He eats, but his eyes never leave the door for very long.
[tiny tag: Boo-napping!plot, Kate Beckett, Alexis Castle]
[ooc: Open forever and to anyone]
What he has had is a whole lot of coffee, because even though he knows that there are others looking out for Cruella, he's not giving up on the watch.
When a waitrat brings over a sandwich and a Coke he shakes his head, then changes his mind and nods.
He eats, but his eyes never leave the door for very long.
[tiny tag: Boo-napping!plot, Kate Beckett, Alexis Castle]
[ooc: Open forever and to anyone]
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Jun. 19th, 2009 10:43 pmmechanicalswansThere seems to be something about forge gods and women, thinks Weyland as he returns to the bar. Some inability to connect--if the creative force is associated with women, but made more masculine by the nature of forgework, it may simply not be possible to unite it in that way. Or maybe it's a more practical matter--great art is not made by happy artists, and no man can give himself as fully as he needs to the forge if he has a wife wanting his attention. The forge is a demanding mistress--but at least, he is certain, he is better off than Ilmarinen, who took no for an answer where Weyland does not.
Ilmarinen was also not a serial kidnapper, but arguably, he did not live as long either, did not have as much time to be so bored with the world.
In any event, one mildly bored and highly botherable Norse demigod at the bar.
[tinytags: weyland][open until it falls off the page]
Ilmarinen was also not a serial kidnapper, but arguably, he did not live as long either, did not have as much time to be so bored with the world.
In any event, one mildly bored and highly botherable Norse demigod at the bar.
[tinytags: weyland][open until it falls off the page]
Happy Hour
Jun. 19th, 2009 10:50 pmcapt_angieIt's happy hour time again and your bartender for the evening is Angelina. She's not exactly a pro at this but she figures how hard can it be to pour a few drink? Plus, she has magic on her side right? Which leads to her choice of specials for the evening...
Tonight's Specials!
Salem Witch
Black Magic
Frisky Witch
Eerie Witch's Brew (non alcoholic)
(Free Magic show with every order)
She leans against the back bar, idly making shot glasses dance across the surface and sipping a firewhiskey until she gets some customers. So have at it folks. She's got all the time in the world...
[OOC: Closed to new threads as I'll be going to bed in the next 30 minutes.]
[ETA: Bedtime for me now - somehow it reached 5am when I wasn't looking. Oops? Slowtime!]
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Jun. 19th, 2009 11:44 pmmissginnytonic.livejournal.comGinny is reading her Potions book writing on parchment and thinking slowly as she keeps reading over making sure she's doing this right. Sometimes life's not fair. Like showing up in the bar when your supposed to me working on your N.E.W.Ts. But focusing isn't her strong suit right now.
She would be most pleased if someone would bother her and sidetrack her for a little while.
She would be most pleased if someone would bother her and sidetrack her for a little while.
