Jul. 17th, 2009
Inventor for Hire
Jul. 17th, 2009 06:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
evilonthelooseOn the notice board there is a sign, advertising the services of Jordan Kennedy. Inventions, repairing of mechanical, electric and electronic devices, design and construction of apparatuses, reworking and improvement of all things technological.
All things.
Rates negotiable.
Contact info too.
[ Jordan Kennedy ]
All things.
Rates negotiable.
Contact info too.
[ Jordan Kennedy ]
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Jul. 17th, 2009 07:19 amtobeclosetohim"I take back what I said about wanting to marry you, maybe even liking you. It's dawn and I could have used some sleep before my shift back home. "
There's a blonde behind the counter, fingering a wash cloth, staring at a napkin.
Shower-damp hair, and a long white bandage taped on her left bicep.
There's a blonde behind the counter, fingering a wash cloth, staring at a napkin.
Shower-damp hair, and a long white bandage taped on her left bicep.
Happy Hour Specials
Up All Night
Sandbar Sleeper
Double Intention
1/2 Off Black Coffee, Fruit Juice & Tequila
Up All Night
Sandbar Sleeper
Double Intention
1/2 Off Black Coffee, Fruit Juice & Tequila
Herbal thingies for sale!
Jul. 17th, 2009 10:59 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
azure-mercy.livejournal.comIt's that time of year again! (Actually it's past that time of year, for which the mun apologizes. Blame the moving and the new job.)
Zhaan is sitting in her customary booth outside the infirmary, with various items neatly stacked on the table in front of her. She has teas, soaps, perfumes, scented candles and various mild remedies - basically, lots of things made from the herbs she's been growing in the garden and greenhouse over the past few months. They sure smell nice, don't they?
A calligraphied paper sign announces that the things on the table are for sale, and that Zhaan is willing to take special orders.
Zhaan is sitting in her customary booth outside the infirmary, with various items neatly stacked on the table in front of her. She has teas, soaps, perfumes, scented candles and various mild remedies - basically, lots of things made from the herbs she's been growing in the garden and greenhouse over the past few months. They sure smell nice, don't they?
A calligraphied paper sign announces that the things on the table are for sale, and that Zhaan is willing to take special orders.
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Jul. 17th, 2009 11:26 amofthefamily[OOM:
My conclusion as to primary cause of death is either that Mr. Rosen was the unluckiest human to have ever lived, or that he was the most hated man in the universe.]
My conclusion as to primary cause of death is either that Mr. Rosen was the unluckiest human to have ever lived, or that he was the most hated man in the universe.]
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Jul. 17th, 2009 12:06 pmgavemea_45[OOM: Pater noster qui es in coelis...
...look out now, here she comes
she's the devil with the blue dress on]
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Jul. 17th, 2009 12:34 pmonebluesuit.livejournal.comIt'd been a few days since Phoenix had been in the bar. This time, he remembered the astronomy textbook. But that didn't mean he was looking at anything with any real interest.
Instead, he was drinking a cup of coffee and staring rather blankly at the top of the table. His blazer hung off the back of his chair, tie loosened, top button unbuttoned.
Phoenix Wright was becoming depressed.
Instead, he was drinking a cup of coffee and staring rather blankly at the top of the table. His blazer hung off the back of his chair, tie loosened, top button unbuttoned.
Phoenix Wright was becoming depressed.
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Jul. 17th, 2009 01:37 pm52-dropoff.livejournal.comSomeone died in the Bar. That much Charlie knows. But who? And how? Natural causes? No, somehow the fact that Death himself was seeking to deflect blame implies there IS blame.
Charlie sits at the bar, keeping his eyes and ears open. There is a mystery. One that may be worth passing attention to.
[ooc: Open to all comers, but will need slowtime after 4:30 pm Eastern]
Charlie sits at the bar, keeping his eyes and ears open. There is a mystery. One that may be worth passing attention to.
[ooc: Open to all comers, but will need slowtime after 4:30 pm Eastern]
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Jul. 17th, 2009 02:21 pmjanebecomesJane is only slightly surprised to see the Bar, that means that she can have more time than she thought for her reading.
She fetches a cup of tea and looks around slightly, she didn't remember things being quite so tightly wound here before.
Her tea starts to grow cold as she considers and looks for a familiar face to ask.
She fetches a cup of tea and looks around slightly, she didn't remember things being quite so tightly wound here before.
Her tea starts to grow cold as she considers and looks for a familiar face to ask.
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Jul. 17th, 2009 03:14 pmbringer_of_funBobby comes into the bar from the back door looking like he lost a fight. His knuckles are bruised, his arms legs and face are scratched, and he's soaked in perspiration. He has a quiet word with the Bar and a small gift wrapped present appears and a piece of paper and pen, so he can write a note. He thinks for a moment, then writes a brief message.
"Can you please deliver this and the present to Jordan Kennedy the next time she comes in?"
He turns and goes back outside, thinking a dip in the lake might be in order.
"Can you please deliver this and the present to Jordan Kennedy the next time she comes in?"
He turns and goes back outside, thinking a dip in the lake might be in order.
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Jul. 17th, 2009 08:19 pmwaste-wanderer.livejournal.comWeasel's sitting at a table, his pack at his feet, cleaning his gun.
He may be whistling "The Teddy Bear's Picnic", but he will strenuously deny it if confronted.
Botherable.
(OOC: Weasel is waiting for Bonzo, but will happily chat with anyone who passes by.)
[Tinytag: Weasel, Vault 13 Dweller]
He may be whistling "The Teddy Bear's Picnic", but he will strenuously deny it if confronted.
Botherable.
(OOC: Weasel is waiting for Bonzo, but will happily chat with anyone who passes by.)
[Tinytag: Weasel, Vault 13 Dweller]
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Jul. 17th, 2009 08:36 pmlasthalfmileDan has just come downstairs, to find that it has been quite some time since he was last down here. Months, in fact. To say that he is not thrilled with this news is putting it mildly, but he really can't complain too much, since he's dead and all. Time is bound to get strange in a place where strange times are commonplace.
One slightly-broody, dead rancher with a drink (well-watered Atlantean) and a pig (Bogart is wearing his harness this evening, and the black potbellied pig is enjoying a snack of cut up apples from a dish on the floor near the table) are downstairs this evening.
He's a bit behind on current events, and wouldn't mind the company or conversation if anyone wishes to join him (and Bogart) for a bit.
One slightly-broody, dead rancher with a drink (well-watered Atlantean) and a pig (Bogart is wearing his harness this evening, and the black potbellied pig is enjoying a snack of cut up apples from a dish on the floor near the table) are downstairs this evening.
He's a bit behind on current events, and wouldn't mind the company or conversation if anyone wishes to join him (and Bogart) for a bit.
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Jul. 17th, 2009 09:11 pmtheflyingsquirl[OOM: A little payback. Warnings for cartoonish violence.]
When Squirrel returns to the bar, he is still in his spandex supervillain suit and cape (which is a bit worse for the wear, this evening), and carrying a suitcase in one hand and a hatbox in the other.
He looks very pleased with himself. And while he had intended to go straight to the infirmary, he doesn't think Coreen will begrudge him a drink and a snack by way of celebration, so he heads for the bar instead.
Totally botherable.
When Squirrel returns to the bar, he is still in his spandex supervillain suit and cape (which is a bit worse for the wear, this evening), and carrying a suitcase in one hand and a hatbox in the other.
He looks very pleased with himself. And while he had intended to go straight to the infirmary, he doesn't think Coreen will begrudge him a drink and a snack by way of celebration, so he heads for the bar instead.
Totally botherable.
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Jul. 17th, 2009 09:11 pmi-was-death.livejournal.comNothing is ever Methos' concern unless he is directly involved in it. So, as it stands, the recent murder is only his concern in regards to the number of nerves that it seems to have rattled. It is, he must say, a bit of a bother. Still, he is doing his best to remain apathetic (which is surprisingly easy, especially for a man of his caliber).
And lo, there's an Immortal kicked back, feet on a table, hands folded neatly on his stomach. He's dressed in a grey wool sweater (too large for him with the sleeves rolled up), a pair of bluejeans (complemented by, well, sneakers), and an altogether rather complacent smile.
Picture of concern, he is not.
And lo, there's an Immortal kicked back, feet on a table, hands folded neatly on his stomach. He's dressed in a grey wool sweater (too large for him with the sleeves rolled up), a pair of bluejeans (complemented by, well, sneakers), and an altogether rather complacent smile.
Picture of concern, he is not.
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Jul. 17th, 2009 09:17 pmshuftiShufti is in a booth, keeping an eye out for suspicious people or anyone who wants to pass on information.
She's not the lead on the case, but she's been keeping an eye on things in order to do her bit. Her security badge is visible pinned to her front, and she's polishing her sword on the table.
She's not the lead on the case, but she's been keeping an eye on things in order to do her bit. Her security badge is visible pinned to her front, and she's polishing her sword on the table.
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Jul. 17th, 2009 09:19 pmreallyaduckDuck had just meant to run back to the dorm to get the practice shoes she'd forgotten before going to class!
She opens the door and zips inside, zooming across the wood floor. She's about halfway there when it registers that she is not, in fact, in her dorm, but instead in Milliways, and skids herself to an arm-flaily halt.
Well. Milliways is okay too!
She opens the door and zips inside, zooming across the wood floor. She's about halfway there when it registers that she is not, in fact, in her dorm, but instead in Milliways, and skids herself to an arm-flaily halt.
Well. Milliways is okay too!
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Jul. 17th, 2009 09:28 pmbarn-owl-king.livejournal.comJareth is lounging on one of the couches, sipping a glass of wine.
Ages ago, when he had been a mere Goblin Prince, he had always gotten excellent marks in lounging. His tutor had often praised him for his style and languor. He has only gotten better at it as time has passed.
As long as he stays entertained, he stays young and strong; it's only when he is bored, when there is no novelty to be had, that his thoughts turn to the vast stretches of time he has lived through and the length of years ahead of him. Only then does he feel the weight of time.
That woman the other night had been entertaining enough while it had lasted, he muses. The one advantage of this place over his homeland is that he doesn't have to go seek his own entertainment--he can let it come to him. Which is his plan for the evening, in fact.
Feel free to disturb the lounging.
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Ages ago, when he had been a mere Goblin Prince, he had always gotten excellent marks in lounging. His tutor had often praised him for his style and languor. He has only gotten better at it as time has passed.
As long as he stays entertained, he stays young and strong; it's only when he is bored, when there is no novelty to be had, that his thoughts turn to the vast stretches of time he has lived through and the length of years ahead of him. Only then does he feel the weight of time.
That woman the other night had been entertaining enough while it had lasted, he muses. The one advantage of this place over his homeland is that he doesn't have to go seek his own entertainment--he can let it come to him. Which is his plan for the evening, in fact.
Feel free to disturb the lounging.
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Jul. 17th, 2009 10:13 pmhopeitsworthit" -- sure you haven't heard from him, Ellen? Yeah. Okay. No, that's all right. Just -- yeah. From your mouth to God's ear. Smack him one for me if he shows, okay? Nah, I already hit him up, but if you could -- yeah. Thanks."
Dean hits 'end' and tucks his cell in his pocket.
"That kid's gonna be the death of me yet."
There's a hint of worry around his eyes. But if luck's on his side Sam's somewhere around Milliways, shooting the shit and chatting people up. It's easier to think the time-stop doesn't work anymore than to think that Sam's go--
Yeah. Anyway.
Now if he were a ten-foot-tall emo Sasquatch, where would he be hiding?
Dean hits 'end' and tucks his cell in his pocket.
"That kid's gonna be the death of me yet."
There's a hint of worry around his eyes. But if luck's on his side Sam's somewhere around Milliways, shooting the shit and chatting people up. It's easier to think the time-stop doesn't work anymore than to think that Sam's go--
Yeah. Anyway.
Now if he were a ten-foot-tall emo Sasquatch, where would he be hiding?
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Jul. 17th, 2009 11:22 pmnothawkingbird.livejournal.comKate entered through the Front Door with some news. Good news on the school front, and she was idly humming a concerto piece as she walked in, still in her Hawthorne Academy uniform. Just the shirt and skirt, it was too warm for the jacket now in the city. She had her bow in a canvas bag on her shoulder, and her school bag with her.
Her steps slowed as she caught sight of the tension in the place, and the increased Security presence around. She dropped her school bag to the side immediately as her blue eyes became increasingly concerned as they gazed around the bar.
"....Ok can somebody tell me what happened in here?"
Her steps slowed as she caught sight of the tension in the place, and the increased Security presence around. She dropped her school bag to the side immediately as her blue eyes became increasingly concerned as they gazed around the bar.
"....Ok can somebody tell me what happened in here?"
