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[latino_menace]

[OOM: A beach...


...a room...


...a city.]


[OOC: Liberal smut warnings throughout. The first link contains a mild implied threat of sexual violence. And a couple of guns.

Tiny nuts!tag: Fiona Glenanne]

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[obsessedwithfur.livejournal.com]

[Previously, in London]

A woman dressed in trousers, blouse and hat enters the bar. She pauses only slightly to take a drag out of her custom cigarette before moving into a seat with a clear view of the bulletin board.

She exhales a mouthful of green smoke and smiles slightly to herself. She’ll just wait for now.

[tiny tag: Boo!napping plot, Cruella De Vil]

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[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Flannel shirt, jeans, bloody knives, and a grumpy expression.

Whatever it was, it was both unexpected and annoying.

Spoon is just going to get a cup of tea and sit for a while, thanks.

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[justdidntseeit]

[ oom: "i promise" ]


The notes have been delivered to Bar -- one for Cruella de Vil from Bill, requesting to talk to her alone once she returns to Milliways, and one for Security, alerting the office to what Cruella's done.

Right now, Kate's in a booth facing the door, an (ignored) Sudoku book by her elbow and a cup of coffee in one hand.

She's been here for a while, waiting.

(She can see Bill across the room, doing the same thing. Val's been camped out down here since they met, and Detective Kate Beckett has been working around the clock.)

She knows more people who are worried about Boo have been doing the same thing: watching the Front Door, watching the notice board.

Until Cruella shows, it's all they can do.


[ tiny tag: boo-napping!plot ]

[ ooc: because the mun's schedule is made of lame, she must flee from the keyboard for work; back in a few hours to pick up any and all tags! ]

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[and_3_quarters]

Adrian is at the bar, attempting to purchase cigarettes. All he gets is a napkin.

'Certainly not, you're only fourteen.'

He attempts to negotiate with her, but doesn't seem to be winning.

[tinytag: Adrian Mole]

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[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

[NOTE: Milli-timed to occur before this. Possibly about an hour after sun-up, and thus takes place before Kate's post.]


He's been humanised, scanned in, and humanised again by the digitiser.

Because he doesn't know if or when Cruella will appear, he is taking the pro-active route and making himself ready now, because there won't be time to get ready when the kidnapper makes her appearance.

Instead of JAVA, there's coffee. Instead of hot links and easter eggs, there's a standard English breakfast that's approximately five times bigger than what most people would envision it to be.

Gonna need a lot of energy for this venture, he also figures.

You're welcome to visit him while he waits. It may be a while, after all.

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[notagagagirl.livejournal.com]

"Somebody tooooooo-ooooooooo..."

Scaramouche, leaning heavily on the doorframe, stops singing to herself for a moment to examine the bottle in her hand.

It's disappointingly empty.

But look! There's a bar!

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[art-and-brian.livejournal.com]

It's Saturday night and that means only one thing in Justin's world - time to party. Of course, he totally wasn't expecting to go through the door to the back room of Babylon and find himself in Milliways instead.

Bummer. And double bummer, when he discovers that he's got a shift scheduled behind the bar. But! Never mind - Justin can party anywhere. His ipod comes out and dance music starts blaring as he writes on the Specials board:

SPECIALS

Kori's Saturday Night Special
Sunset (Night Club)
Gentleman's Club

Let's revive an old favourite - if you're shirtless, drink half price.


'Come get it, people.'


[Tiny vampire!tag; Nikola Tesla]

[OOC: closed to new threads, thanks.]

Business Lunch

[yinyangwizard.livejournal.com]

Seimei is sitting in a booth with a pot of tea and two cups. He seems to be waiting for someone. No matter how long the wait, the contents of the pot will stay at perfect temperature - not too hot, but not tepid either.

[OOC: Not plotlocked, but intended for a specific person. Other threads must take place before that conversation. ]

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[hear_the_voices]

[OOM: Immediately before this: Saturday afternoon at St. Michael's.]

"Dad? I'm done--"

Anna Milton steps into the bar and stops short.

This is really, really, really not her dad's office.

Anna looks all around, and then frowns.

"I don't think this is where I'm supposed to be . . ."



[OOC: Please read important information here before tagging]

[tiny tag: Anna Milton]

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[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton's sat in a booth, glass of rum in one hand and several papers and datapads strewn across the desk.

While there's nothing inherently sulky about the manner in which he's looking through them, there is an unmistakeable air of gloom about him.

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[cloakitwithplot.livejournal.com]

Zexion is sitting at a table, contemplating a sandwich.

It appears to be turkey in origin.

[Research Snack Tiny Tag: Zexion]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy pauses in the doorway, mobile phone in one hand, baby in the other.

"I'm sorry, my son cannot possibly have headbutted your daughter, he's only eight months old. You must have the wrong child. I'm very sorry, I have to go, I'm losing your signal..." he steps through the door. "Oh what a shame, I've lost the signal."

He heads over to a booth and sets the baby on the floor.

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[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM:

Thursday: If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for ya, son

Thanks to sotto_voice for playing Riley!]

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[ellectrical]

It really, really is summer. Which means Elle knows she should spend time outside, because if she's here in a few months, it'll get cold, and then there will be snow, and Elle is really not fond of snow.

... okay, she doesn't have that much forethought. But she does get as far as noting that it's not cold. This time, she went jogging.

Until she got tired of it, and settled in the grass instead, well away from the lake. Occasionally, she lets a few sparks snap between her fingers, mostly for the light - it will likely be a while before she does anything more.

Father's Day Card

[coreenfennel.livejournal.com]

Coreen is sitting at a table with a few snacks, and a bunch of construction paper, scissors, and glue.  She's working on a uber-awesome 1st Father's Day card for Squirrel.  She's almost done, but is keeping the supplies out in case anyone wants to make one too.

She'd welcome some company.



[Tiny Tag: Coreen Fennel]