Jul. 21st, 2009
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Jul. 21st, 2009 06:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seat_five_girl[OOM: Classmates should support each other.]
Today, Ako is inside. People are safe, comforting, familiar. Especially with the news of someone found dead.
So.
Girl. Pepsi. Bass guitar and tablature. Botherable. Quite botherable.
Tiny Tag: Ako (Negima)
OOC: Open while it's on the front!
Today, Ako is inside. People are safe, comforting, familiar. Especially with the news of someone found dead.
So.
Girl. Pepsi. Bass guitar and tablature. Botherable. Quite botherable.
Tiny Tag: Ako (Negima)
OOC: Open while it's on the front!
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Jul. 21st, 2009 10:50 amslayer_frayDeaths don't worry Mel; they happen and it sucks, but it is just part of her existence. Asking questions while the thinkers get on with their thinking is also not a problem
One thing is a problem; the line in the post-mortem report that says
She's at the bar, with a breakfast of pancakes-and-bacon, quickly typing out a note which she eventually leaves with Bar:
Carlisle,
Want to talk to you re: autopsy. I'm the one with the hair & facial scar.
Mel Fray,
Security
Then it's back to sullenly working her way through the food. Someone's going to have to have a lot to say for himself.
[OOC: Not locked; Slowtime for work, though! The Carlisle thread comes first, chronologically.]
One thing is a problem; the line in the post-mortem report that says
Exsanguination from a wound to the neck. Peri/post-mortem. See me for details if necessary.- and the witness reports of a certain member of her own family out that night.
She's at the bar, with a breakfast of pancakes-and-bacon, quickly typing out a note which she eventually leaves with Bar:
Carlisle,
Want to talk to you re: autopsy. I'm the one with the hair & facial scar.
Mel Fray,
Security
Then it's back to sullenly working her way through the food. Someone's going to have to have a lot to say for himself.
[OOC: Not locked; Slowtime for work, though! The Carlisle thread comes first, chronologically.]
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Jul. 21st, 2009 11:36 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
starspangledpie.livejournal.comSundays in the Beltway are supposed to be lazy. Martha normally gets up mid-morning, putters around for an hour, and then goes out to do necessary shopping for the next spate of days. Today, however, found her wide awake - very early. Several hours later, after deciding to bake things (she misses that), she's stuffed blueberry, chocolate, cherry, and banana nut muffins, along with several loaves of banana and zuccini bread into a picnic basket. She intends to take her goodies to the office and get a head start on paperwork.
Except her apartment door leads to Milliways instead, and a startling message on the board. Frowning, Martha orders a cup of tea from the bar and takes it over to a table, setting the basket to one side, the top open invitingly. Feel free to stop by, engage the senator in conversation, and experience some of what her son considers the best home cooking in their world.
[ tiny tag: Phillip Marlowe ]
Except her apartment door leads to Milliways instead, and a startling message on the board. Frowning, Martha orders a cup of tea from the bar and takes it over to a table, setting the basket to one side, the top open invitingly. Feel free to stop by, engage the senator in conversation, and experience some of what her son considers the best home cooking in their world.
[ tiny tag: Phillip Marlowe ]
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Jul. 21st, 2009 01:35 pmchildofathosTeyla is outside this afternoon, legs tucked under her, face turned up to the sun. She's trying to meditate, but she has a lot of things on her mind.
It's not going so well, and she could probably use a distraction.
It's not going so well, and she could probably use a distraction.
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Jul. 21st, 2009 04:53 pmboundxkittyBikini? Towel? Rock by the lake? Check. Check. Check.
Wereleopard laying out on her rock in the sun, eyes closed but ever aware of her surroundings. Tanning, enjoying the sun, being a lazy or...you know the cat she is. She's taking advantage of the sun before it sets, though odds are she'll be here a little while after it sets until the warmth fades from the rock she's laying on. The toes of one foot are trailing lazily in the water, making it clear at least that she is very much not asleep.
And being not asleep means she'd always welcome company.
Wereleopard laying out on her rock in the sun, eyes closed but ever aware of her surroundings. Tanning, enjoying the sun, being a lazy or...you know the cat she is. She's taking advantage of the sun before it sets, though odds are she'll be here a little while after it sets until the warmth fades from the rock she's laying on. The toes of one foot are trailing lazily in the water, making it clear at least that she is very much not asleep.
And being not asleep means she'd always welcome company.
Life Support
Jul. 21st, 2009 06:54 pmbenloserz.livejournal.comThe chairs and beanbags are out and ready; on a table there are snacks and beverages, a good assortment for most if not all tastes. The only thing you will not find is alcohol, but there are tea, juice and soda. The food was also picked to please healthy-eaters, unhealthy-eaters and the people in between.
LIFE SUPPORT
Have problems? Need a good listener, seeking advice, or just want a free meal? Come and have a seat!
OPEN TO ALL!
One Ben Winchester.
Bring your problems, angst and woe and stuff! Consume yummy food! Meet new people!
[ Open until it falls off ]
Have problems? Need a good listener, seeking advice, or just want a free meal? Come and have a seat!
OPEN TO ALL!
One Ben Winchester.
Bring your problems, angst and woe and stuff! Consume yummy food! Meet new people!
[ Open until it falls off ]
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Jul. 21st, 2009 07:02 pmmr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com[OOM: Damian confronts Anita and gets her permission to post up a notice in the bar.]
After getting said permission, Damian has made a new flyer that is now propped up on the edge of the table he sits at. It reads, in nice bold letters:
Willing Blood Donors Needed
for one (or two) vampire(s) residing in Bar.
Terms to be negotiated upon meeting.
Please see Damian for more information.
Since Damian is the only one at the table, it stands to reason that he is the one advertised. He hopes his appearance is inviting, though it's not really his forte. Questions? Ask the vampire!
[[ooc: Open to any pups interested in being bitten/munched on by the vamps at one point or another. Note to those unfamiliar with Anita Blake cannon: the two vamps involved have very pleasurable bites. ^^ Open until it falls off the front page. Slowtimes from now on! Thank you!]]
After getting said permission, Damian has made a new flyer that is now propped up on the edge of the table he sits at. It reads, in nice bold letters:
for one (or two) vampire(s) residing in Bar.
Terms to be negotiated upon meeting.
Please see Damian for more information.
Since Damian is the only one at the table, it stands to reason that he is the one advertised. He hopes his appearance is inviting, though it's not really his forte. Questions? Ask the vampire!
[[ooc: Open to any pups interested in being bitten/munched on by the vamps at one point or another. Note to those unfamiliar with Anita Blake cannon: the two vamps involved have very pleasurable bites. ^^ Open until it falls off the front page. Slowtimes from now on! Thank you!]]
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Jul. 21st, 2009 07:18 pmanchor-branded.livejournal.comAll the times before when Joris has arrived at Milliways, he's usually been right in the middle of some sort of fight or other situation. The door here has more than likely saved his life no few times by appearing right as needed- even if he never looked for it.
This time is different.
This time, Joris slips through the front door into Milliways, and closes it behind him with a relieved sigh. He doesn't look like he was in the middle of any sort of fight, as for once, the young teen is not in his white uniform*, but simply in jeans and a t-shirt. But he certainly looks happier to be in Milliways than he ever has before.
Hey, Joris has dealt with demons. He knows what to do when confronted by them- at least, for the most part..
However, he has no clue on how to deal with a bridezilla in the making. And sometimes, a quick retreat is the smartest move anyone can make, particularly if you gave said bridezilla the answer she was not looking for.
"... but they're both red." He simply states, still baffled.
*'Not in uniform' does not mean unarmed, or unprepared.
This time is different.
This time, Joris slips through the front door into Milliways, and closes it behind him with a relieved sigh. He doesn't look like he was in the middle of any sort of fight, as for once, the young teen is not in his white uniform*, but simply in jeans and a t-shirt. But he certainly looks happier to be in Milliways than he ever has before.
Hey, Joris has dealt with demons. He knows what to do when confronted by them- at least, for the most part..
However, he has no clue on how to deal with a bridezilla in the making. And sometimes, a quick retreat is the smartest move anyone can make, particularly if you gave said bridezilla the answer she was not looking for.
"... but they're both red." He simply states, still baffled.
*'Not in uniform' does not mean unarmed, or unprepared.
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Jul. 21st, 2009 08:03 pmhadyougoingThis is not the demon-summoning peer-slayer you're looking for.
Nnnnope.
No way.
Ava comes downstairs for dinner in her sheep pajamas, looking a little worse for the wear-- mostly in the dark circles under her eyes. (She has bruises, too, from being telepathically slammed into a few walls, but she came out on top of those altercations.)
If she's innocent of any murder and mayhem currently in the works, it's because her airtight alibi includes a few days up in her room, trying to up her demonic game.
Nnnnope.
No way.
Ava comes downstairs for dinner in her sheep pajamas, looking a little worse for the wear-- mostly in the dark circles under her eyes. (She has bruises, too, from being telepathically slammed into a few walls, but she came out on top of those altercations.)
If she's innocent of any murder and mayhem currently in the works, it's because her airtight alibi includes a few days up in her room, trying to up her demonic game.
Bartending OPEN!
Jul. 21st, 2009 08:34 pmkingmickeymouse.livejournal.comA diminutive figure in black is behind Bar. He smiles as he whistles and cleans up. He puts up a sign that says:
The small figure dusts off the sign and turns around. Many might find him familiar yet in an unfamiliar setting. He takes a bite from the cheese on a nearby tray and begins, once again to wipe down Bar.
The small figure dusts off the sign and turns around. Many might find him familiar yet in an unfamiliar setting. He takes a bite from the cheese on a nearby tray and begins, once again to wipe down Bar.
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Jul. 21st, 2009 09:09 pmsalver[OOM: Prelude to a beer run, immediately previous.]
Sam Winchester appears to come in first.
Bobby Singer comes in, and closes the door.
If this sounds deliberate, it is. Bobby's had time to think about it, between Dean's phone call and Sam's arrival on his doorstep. He knows that coming in to try and take out a demon is against the rules -- outside business.
But he also knows who and what he is: he's the guy other hunters come to, if they feel like talking. Or if they need some information. Take him out and you take out a place kind of like Harvelle's -- an institution, almost. Almost. He's not that into himself.
And hell, for all he knows, this might be personal.
The point is: that demon went in Sam without Sam's permission. Bobby'd stake his life on that. And now the demon is controlling Sam, who's also known in these parts. And that demon is going to try to kill him.
It'll be enough to try to get himself off on self-defense, if he gets caught. If he plays it right. And if he does play it right, he'll buy Dean some time to get to Sioux Falls from Duluth without breaking his damn neck.
Bobby looks up at Sam, and jerks his thumb in the direction of some booths over by the wall. "You want to have a sit? Catch up some?"
[Plotlocked, please. :) ]
Sam Winchester appears to come in first.
Bobby Singer comes in, and closes the door.
If this sounds deliberate, it is. Bobby's had time to think about it, between Dean's phone call and Sam's arrival on his doorstep. He knows that coming in to try and take out a demon is against the rules -- outside business.
But he also knows who and what he is: he's the guy other hunters come to, if they feel like talking. Or if they need some information. Take him out and you take out a place kind of like Harvelle's -- an institution, almost. Almost. He's not that into himself.
And hell, for all he knows, this might be personal.
The point is: that demon went in Sam without Sam's permission. Bobby'd stake his life on that. And now the demon is controlling Sam, who's also known in these parts. And that demon is going to try to kill him.
It'll be enough to try to get himself off on self-defense, if he gets caught. If he plays it right. And if he does play it right, he'll buy Dean some time to get to Sioux Falls from Duluth without breaking his damn neck.
Bobby looks up at Sam, and jerks his thumb in the direction of some booths over by the wall. "You want to have a sit? Catch up some?"
[Plotlocked, please. :) ]
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Jul. 21st, 2009 09:56 pmellectricalIf there is a particular sense of gloom around the Bar, it doesn't seem to have touched Elle. At least, not in a way that makes her seem any different from normal.
Tonight, she's sitting at the bar, curled up on a stool with her legs twisting oddly around around it. There's a glass of soda in front of her, though at the moment, she seems more interested in bending the hot pink straw that's come with it, as her ice melts at an ever-increasing rate.
But her fingers are absent of sparks, for now.
Tonight, she's sitting at the bar, curled up on a stool with her legs twisting oddly around around it. There's a glass of soda in front of her, though at the moment, she seems more interested in bending the hot pink straw that's come with it, as her ice melts at an ever-increasing rate.
But her fingers are absent of sparks, for now.
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Jul. 21st, 2009 10:04 pmlady-of-athens.livejournal.comThat owl is --
-- yes, that one there --
-- it is eying you something fierce.
Or it might not be, that might just be the way its face is stuck, but it --
-- oop, there goes its head, 270 degrees.
(Show-off.)
Seriously, though.
It was definitely staring at one point.
-- yes, that one there --
-- it is eying you something fierce.
Or it might not be, that might just be the way its face is stuck, but it --
-- oop, there goes its head, 270 degrees.
(Show-off.)
Seriously, though.
It was definitely staring at one point.
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Jul. 21st, 2009 11:26 pmmorelikeasponge.livejournal.comPeter wanders downstairs, scrubbing at his eyes, and stops to leave a note at the bar.
( For Kaylee )
Then he gets asks the bar for another sheet of paper and a pencil, which he proceeds to stare at for a few minutes. Feel free to interrupt.
( For Kaylee )
Then he gets asks the bar for another sheet of paper and a pencil, which he proceeds to stare at for a few minutes. Feel free to interrupt.
