Jul. 18th, 2009
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Jul. 18th, 2009 06:43 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
nitro-is-ace.livejournal.comIt's warm outside, or as warm as a place that's supposed to look something like Scotland (Ace remains unconvinced) can ever get, so she's outside to get the most of it. Soon it will start to rain again, and then the rain will be snow and sleet and all sorts of other winter nastiness, and once again she'll have to grumble about magicians who are clearly Not Right In The Head Making A Place Like Scotland.
It doesn't help that no one will listen to her and move the farmhouse to somewhere more reasonable. Like Aruba.
Anyway.
She has all the necessary tools for some serious sunbathing - big blanket, lots of yummy junk food, a pile of trashy romance novels, and sunglasses.
She also has her running shoes, because...
Does anyone really need a reason to do a couple dozen (or more...) windsprints before getting down to the business of lounging? Of course not.
It doesn't help that no one will listen to her and move the farmhouse to somewhere more reasonable. Like Aruba.
Anyway.
She has all the necessary tools for some serious sunbathing - big blanket, lots of yummy junk food, a pile of trashy romance novels, and sunglasses.
She also has her running shoes, because...
Does anyone really need a reason to do a couple dozen (or more...) windsprints before getting down to the business of lounging? Of course not.
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Jul. 18th, 2009 08:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
likesthecoatIanto is at a table, writing in his diary. A perfectly good cup of coffee is cooling in front of him.
He'll get to it. Eventually.
[ooc: My connection keeps crashing so I'm giving up for the night. Slowtime, please?]
He'll get to it. Eventually.
[ooc: My connection keeps crashing so I'm giving up for the night. Slowtime, please?]
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Jul. 18th, 2009 08:01 pmhad-a-sister.livejournal.comLiza isn't expecting this place when she stumbles in, hauling a bucket of water in each hand. She is covered in snow and squinting against the wind that she just came in out of, blinking against the sudden brightness.
"Oh!"
She looks around timidly, and carefully sets her buckets down on a nearby table, taking a moment to warm her hands and wonder what to do.
[[tiny tag: Liza]]
"Oh!"
She looks around timidly, and carefully sets her buckets down on a nearby table, taking a moment to warm her hands and wonder what to do.
[[tiny tag: Liza]]
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Jul. 18th, 2009 08:32 pmmynamesnotmegThe demon's been busy getting used to her new mount -- trying out the paces, as it were. So far, so good. The lock-and-key symbol seems to be keeping him subdued and essentially unconscious, which makes it easy to not only manipulate his body, but also to look through his memories and get an idea of how to act like him.
One thing stands out as unusual, though, even downright weird, and that's the concept of some place called 'Milliways.'
It sounds interesting.
'Sam' thinks it over, then shrugs and decides to check it out. Steve Wandell can wait for a day or so. (He'd even be grateful for it, if he knew.)
Not long after that, the front door opens, and Sam Winchester walks in. He glances around the room, then heads for the bar.
"Give me a Bud and a pack of Marlboros. Menthol."
The beer and cigarettes appear, and Sam smiles.
"Thanks."
[OOC: Warning warning warning! Before tagging Sam Winchester tonight -- please look here!]
[ETA: Slowtime in effect as of 1:45 am MDT - thank you all!]
One thing stands out as unusual, though, even downright weird, and that's the concept of some place called 'Milliways.'
It sounds interesting.
'Sam' thinks it over, then shrugs and decides to check it out. Steve Wandell can wait for a day or so. (He'd even be grateful for it, if he knew.)
Not long after that, the front door opens, and Sam Winchester walks in. He glances around the room, then heads for the bar.
"Give me a Bud and a pack of Marlboros. Menthol."
The beer and cigarettes appear, and Sam smiles.
"Thanks."
[OOC: Warning warning warning! Before tagging Sam Winchester tonight -- please look here!]
[ETA: Slowtime in effect as of 1:45 am MDT - thank you all!]
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Jul. 18th, 2009 10:10 pmjustasaleswomanVerity is back in her usual black, with her usual brown hair, and her not-necessarily-usual-but-never-the-less-stunning diamond jewelry.
She's watching the comings and goings around her with interested, and currently green, eyes, and a very amused expression.
She's watching the comings and goings around her with interested, and currently green, eyes, and a very amused expression.
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Jul. 18th, 2009 10:15 pmtheunsmilingMichael slides into a booth, offering a slight, too-stiff smile to the waitrat who immediately heads over with a cup of coffee. A moment or two of discussion is enough to send the creature trundling off again, returning with a croissant and a newspaper.
Future crosswords are slightly more challenging than those of the now.
Or so Michael is about to discover.
Her T-shirt for today is burgundy.
It's a good look for her.
Future crosswords are slightly more challenging than those of the now.
Or so Michael is about to discover.
Her T-shirt for today is burgundy.
It's a good look for her.
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Jul. 18th, 2009 10:17 pmplays-nice.livejournal.comThe bar is a hell of a lot nicer than Fox River prison.
As such, T-Bag has been doing a mite more loitering than he usually does (and, wonder of wonders, he hasn't yet gotten around to terrorizing any of the patrons -- well, he's done plenty of looking, but nothing more than slightly overbearing window-shopping).
At present (dressed in a wifebeater and blue prison slacks), he's over at the bar, leaning on the counter with one elbow with the neck of a beer bottle held easily in one hand.
In all likelihood, he's lookin' at you.
[ ooc: Since we're all better off safe than sorry, here's a shortened version of the warning posted in his first EP: he is in prison for a reason -- if you want the full rundown, his wiki is linked on his profile page.
tiny tag: theodore bagwell ]
As such, T-Bag has been doing a mite more loitering than he usually does (and, wonder of wonders, he hasn't yet gotten around to terrorizing any of the patrons -- well, he's done plenty of looking, but nothing more than slightly overbearing window-shopping).
At present (dressed in a wifebeater and blue prison slacks), he's over at the bar, leaning on the counter with one elbow with the neck of a beer bottle held easily in one hand.
In all likelihood, he's lookin' at you.
[ ooc: Since we're all better off safe than sorry, here's a shortened version of the warning posted in his first EP: he is in prison for a reason -- if you want the full rundown, his wiki is linked on his profile page.
tiny tag: theodore bagwell ]
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Jul. 18th, 2009 10:24 pmflail_victoriaShe'd had a long day, and the last thing she wanted to do was cook. WHen she opened her door on Milliways, she was half happy, and half annoyed. At least she didn't have to cook tonight, but she needed a shower and a change out of her uniform.
Seras sat at her table eating dinner and reading a book. Not any book, but Dracula by Bram Stoker.
Seras sat at her table eating dinner and reading a book. Not any book, but Dracula by Bram Stoker.
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Jul. 18th, 2009 10:37 pmmogget_catThere's music in the bar, tonight. From a girl* and her violin, over on the couch.
Come listen.
*For a given value of "girl," etc.
Come listen.
*For a given value of "girl," etc.
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Jul. 18th, 2009 10:37 pmthegreat-gatsby.livejournal.comThe bar was a funny thing. Since arriving, Gatsby probably hadn't spent more than a couple of hours downstairs before once again retreating to his room upstairs. That, or make his way outside to the edge of the lake. Gradually, a sense of despair had settled over him, which was in all likelihood a sort of cabin fever, but nothing he was willing to accept. He'd read Nick's last present to him several times since receiving it, as if each time he'd pick out something he'd missed before (he did).
That particular evening, his room proved to be stifling, as opposed to the usual haven it was for him, and he made his way downstairs to the main bar, claiming an empty table and ordering a whiskey.
Despite having nothing to lay claim to -- nay, nothing to prove -- Gatsby still dressed like a gentleman. Tonight was no exception. In a cream suit jacket and matching trousers, he was a relatively unobtrusive figure, odd only on this side of the bar door in exactly how normal he looked. As much as blending in had always been a priority, his old standards weren't going to change any time soon.
[ tiny tag: jay gatsby ]
That particular evening, his room proved to be stifling, as opposed to the usual haven it was for him, and he made his way downstairs to the main bar, claiming an empty table and ordering a whiskey.
Despite having nothing to lay claim to -- nay, nothing to prove -- Gatsby still dressed like a gentleman. Tonight was no exception. In a cream suit jacket and matching trousers, he was a relatively unobtrusive figure, odd only on this side of the bar door in exactly how normal he looked. As much as blending in had always been a priority, his old standards weren't going to change any time soon.
[ tiny tag: jay gatsby ]
