Jul. 23rd, 2009
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Jul. 23rd, 2009 11:15 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
earthxwitch.livejournal.comRachel has finally come out of hiding. The room upstairs had looked like her old apartment, the one she had before she moved into the church with Ivy. And it'd had the best bathtub, which she'd used to the fullest to get all the salt off.
She's still itching behind her ear occasionally where she can feel the salt still sticking (there's nothing there). Or maybe she just misses the pixy that would normally be sitting on her gold hoop earrings. But he's still in her world back home.
She's got a salad, with nice plump tomatoes, and watching the bar and all the people. She still also has that look that this is all way too new.
Completely botherable.
Tiny Withcy'tag: Rachel Morgan
Tiny Living Vamp'tag: Ivy Tamwood
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She's still itching behind her ear occasionally where she can feel the salt still sticking (there's nothing there). Or maybe she just misses the pixy that would normally be sitting on her gold hoop earrings. But he's still in her world back home.
She's got a salad, with nice plump tomatoes, and watching the bar and all the people. She still also has that look that this is all way too new.
Completely botherable.
Tiny Withcy'tag: Rachel Morgan
Tiny Living Vamp'tag: Ivy Tamwood
[ooc: Open til it scrolls]
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Jul. 23rd, 2009 11:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
numbered_doctorThirteen's been nursing a monster of a headache that's been pounding it's way though her skull for the better part of the morning. So, when Milliways shows up in place of a clinic room, she can't move fast enough to enter the bar and get off her feet for a while.
Currently, the young doctor has sprawled herself on one of the couches, an arm draped over her eyes as she tries to will away her headache.
Anyone want to bother her?
Currently, the young doctor has sprawled herself on one of the couches, an arm draped over her eyes as she tries to will away her headache.
Anyone want to bother her?
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Jul. 23rd, 2009 11:52 amtime_dancerThis afternoon Val is placing a sign up on the notice board which reads:
That done, she goes back to listening to the music on it. She knows she should have turned it over at the bar but the music is too intriguing to not listen to!
So far she has discovered bands called Ladytron, Goldfrapp, and Uh Huh Her. Now she is on a band called Starkillers and she can't help but dance along a bit. Some of the lyrics bring a blush to her cheeks but she thinks she likes this new world she has discovered.
Missing an iPod or care to expand the music knowledge of a young woman? Feel free to stop her.
Found: One blue digital music playing device.
Please be prepared to identify some of the music on the device to prove ownership.
Signed,
Val von Doom
Please be prepared to identify some of the music on the device to prove ownership.
Signed,
Val von Doom
That done, she goes back to listening to the music on it. She knows she should have turned it over at the bar but the music is too intriguing to not listen to!
So far she has discovered bands called Ladytron, Goldfrapp, and Uh Huh Her. Now she is on a band called Starkillers and she can't help but dance along a bit. Some of the lyrics bring a blush to her cheeks but she thinks she likes this new world she has discovered.
Missing an iPod or care to expand the music knowledge of a young woman? Feel free to stop her.
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Jul. 23rd, 2009 12:59 pmaimedforthemoonThe Bar is up one pilot. She's a small member of the group, but then again the best pilots are very rarely tall. Presently, she is sprawled out on a couch, wearing civvies (the shirt, at least, looks more like Earth. Over-sized, button-up shirt over a singlet with the sleeves rolled up) and keeping her eyes closed.
Someone, it seems, is a wee bit tired.
This is not to say that she is asleep, though.
Not yet, in any case.
Someone, it seems, is a wee bit tired.
This is not to say that she is asleep, though.
Not yet, in any case.
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Jul. 23rd, 2009 01:12 pmevilonthelooseToday is not a good day for Jordan. After an argument spoiled her evening, she had a bad night to boot.
So that is why she is down at the firing range, all the dangerous, shooting extensions of her prosthesis out, blasting away targets with explosive rounds and plasma bolts.
Come look, enjoy the show of destruction, maybe even risk a word with her? It is unlikely the girl will shoot someone.
On purpose.
[ Jordan Kennedy ]
So that is why she is down at the firing range, all the dangerous, shooting extensions of her prosthesis out, blasting away targets with explosive rounds and plasma bolts.
Come look, enjoy the show of destruction, maybe even risk a word with her? It is unlikely the girl will shoot someone.
On purpose.
[ Jordan Kennedy ]
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Jul. 23rd, 2009 01:41 pm52-dropoff.livejournal.comHe thought about trying to find suspects from the rafters. That didn't make sense when he had no idea what they look like (minus V&C). So instead Charlie's at a table, apparently reading a book the bar gave him that seems to be a fictionalized (and inaccurate) account of his sensei's youth written by someone named Jim Dennis. It's amusing, though, and light enough reading that Charlie can also keep an eye on the people around him. Though how he can find the suspects remains as big as mystery as who killed West.
Happy Hour!
Jul. 23rd, 2009 02:59 pmmonthly-gift.livejournal.comMother Nature is behind the bar this evening, not a gift in sight (she's got them on autopilot). She waves a hand at the specials board and a pretty, flowing script embellished with green vines and flowers appears.
TODAY'S SPECIALS
Summertime
Springtime
Atumnal Equinox
Winter Tropic
See? Not a single Bloody Mary on the list!
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Summertime
Springtime
Atumnal Equinox
Winter Tropic
See? Not a single Bloody Mary on the list!
[[ooc: Open for new tags until 8 o'clock p.m. MST! After that time, any existing tags may be prone to slowtime.]]
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Jul. 23rd, 2009 04:41 pmsliceitwithwind.livejournal.comXaldin is in the bar wearing a dress. There are no bar things making him do so. He just felt like it.
He hasn't shaved anything. And is a very hairy man.
He hasn't shaved anything. And is a very hairy man.
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Jul. 23rd, 2009 05:42 pmwhatsatisfiesme.livejournal.comGilbert is seated at a table, engaged in the most passive aggressive game of solitaire ever played.
He's about halfway through, doing decently - if you don't care to ask how long he's been at it - but a little frustration is obviously building. Or maybe it was there when he sat down. Either way, he picks up and flicks the cards down like he's doing them bodily harm, sneering occasionally when he realizes that one has just been placed somewhere it can't go.
Every now and again, he turns to the side and sips at the tea he's slowly drinking, staring at the game in front of him like a mortal enemy.
At this point, he'd probably prefer any conversation to anymore futile hunting around for an eight.
He's about halfway through, doing decently - if you don't care to ask how long he's been at it - but a little frustration is obviously building. Or maybe it was there when he sat down. Either way, he picks up and flicks the cards down like he's doing them bodily harm, sneering occasionally when he realizes that one has just been placed somewhere it can't go.
Every now and again, he turns to the side and sips at the tea he's slowly drinking, staring at the game in front of him like a mortal enemy.
At this point, he'd probably prefer any conversation to anymore futile hunting around for an eight.
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Jul. 23rd, 2009 06:53 pmanita_blakeSo, Anita's been busy.
In the meddlesome, over-protective, annoying way she usually is, but she has been busy.
However, at the moment, she is preparing to step back through the door to St. Louis. She had spent most of the time with her pard and Damian, but had run across Richard a couple of times. Tense, as usual, and the conversation always short-lived. She was always chasing after someone, needing to be somewhere else.
Tonight, though, she's seated in a booth, readying herself to go back to the city.
To go back, tell Jean-Claude about this place, and drag his ass back somehow.
But, before she does that, she's hoping to talk to a couple of people.
In the meddlesome, over-protective, annoying way she usually is, but she has been busy.
However, at the moment, she is preparing to step back through the door to St. Louis. She had spent most of the time with her pard and Damian, but had run across Richard a couple of times. Tense, as usual, and the conversation always short-lived. She was always chasing after someone, needing to be somewhere else.
Tonight, though, she's seated in a booth, readying herself to go back to the city.
To go back, tell Jean-Claude about this place, and drag his ass back somehow.
But, before she does that, she's hoping to talk to a couple of people.
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Jul. 23rd, 2009 07:29 pmfirstcptjack.livejournal.comJack--the other other Captain Jack--doesn't know his namesake is in the bar.
What he does know is that he's got a fine summer supper on the table, a book and a leisurely hour or two to pass.
What he does know is that he's got a fine summer supper on the table, a book and a leisurely hour or two to pass.
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Jul. 23rd, 2009 08:28 pmtry_corsetsElizabeth hasn't been back since that night. Quite simply, she wished to avoid spending another evening in that fashion, interesting conversation with Bela aside.
Eventually her desire to see Will trumps other concerns, however, and so here she is, dressed in black with her salt-stiff hair tied in a loose knot. She hasn't made a move toward the back door yet. Her attention is completely captured by the murder announcement.
The cup of tea in her hand is forgotten and slowly going cold.
Eventually her desire to see Will trumps other concerns, however, and so here she is, dressed in black with her salt-stiff hair tied in a loose knot. She hasn't made a move toward the back door yet. Her attention is completely captured by the murder announcement.
The cup of tea in her hand is forgotten and slowly going cold.
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Jul. 23rd, 2009 08:55 pmbring_a_spongeIt's been ages since a certain Man in Black stepped into the bar. Enough time that Zed might actually admit he sort of missed--.
No, never mind. He's already making that growl of dismay that only Milliways can wring out of him.
...And there he goes, heading for the bar. Probably so he can throw back a couple glasses of Eli Lockhart's finest bourbon and get to that state of dazed numbness which is the only way he can stand this place without committing mayhem against the entire Security staff in the hope of being put out his misery.
Except the damn Landlord would probably just resurrect him and then he'd be stuck here, his ass well and truly Bound.
Maybe he better make that three glasses.
No, never mind. He's already making that growl of dismay that only Milliways can wring out of him.
...And there he goes, heading for the bar. Probably so he can throw back a couple glasses of Eli Lockhart's finest bourbon and get to that state of dazed numbness which is the only way he can stand this place without committing mayhem against the entire Security staff in the hope of being put out his misery.
Except the damn Landlord would probably just resurrect him and then he'd be stuck here, his ass well and truly Bound.
Maybe he better make that three glasses.
First Entrance
Jul. 23rd, 2009 09:08 pmmaster_bruceThis is not what he was expecting when he walked back into the courthouse. Not at all.
'Uh...'
Someone help a guy out?
[OOC: Please read this before tagging. Thank you.
Must ask for slowtime please, something just came up. Will continue everything tomorrow. Thank you all!]
'Uh...'
Someone help a guy out?
[OOC: Please read this before tagging. Thank you.
Must ask for slowtime please, something just came up. Will continue everything tomorrow. Thank you all!]
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Jul. 23rd, 2009 10:00 pmgentlewanderer.livejournal.comThe narration is in the mood for minimalism tonight, so have a blond goddess in jeans and blouse settled on a couch near the fireplace, quietly working on some embroidery. Occasionally she takes a sip from the glass of Atlantean next to a small sewing kit on one of the side tables.
Have at.
Have at.
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Jul. 23rd, 2009 10:29 pmcaptainryan.livejournal.comScowling, thoughtful looking man sitting at a table with his back to a wall. On it is a half-empty pint and an open sketchbook. In his left hand is a pencil.
It's a distraction. Only it isn't working as well as it's supposed to, seeing as how there's nothing on the page. Help him out?
It's a distraction. Only it isn't working as well as it's supposed to, seeing as how there's nothing on the page. Help him out?
first entrance
Jul. 23rd, 2009 11:30 pmmgnfcntsteiner.livejournal.comInto the bar steps a man--tall, blond, with what could quite well be the world's largest messenger bag slung over one shoulder.
Behind him is the bustle of a modern train station, and in front of him is a little shop wherein he can buy a newspaper--
--or not.
"Funny," he says to himself thoughtfully, "it didn't look like this from the outside."
Of course, he's definitely not one to complain about the sudden appearance of a bar, even if a bartender isn't immediately visible.
Behind him is the bustle of a modern train station, and in front of him is a little shop wherein he can buy a newspaper--
--or not.
"Funny," he says to himself thoughtfully, "it didn't look like this from the outside."
Of course, he's definitely not one to complain about the sudden appearance of a bar, even if a bartender isn't immediately visible.
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Jul. 23rd, 2009 11:45 pmguppy_sandhu[oom 4: Guppy confirms his suspicions that people are idiots. Contains one of the universe's least violent fight scenes.]
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Jul. 23rd, 2009 11:53 pmwalking_napalmIn stark contrast to the last several times that she has entered the bar, Liz today is not dressed in tatters, she's not wearing a gun, and she's not staggering. It makes for a nice change, she thinks.
She's taking up a pretty good amount of the sofa, especially for someone of her (non) height. She sits with her back against the armrest and her knees pulled up, engrossed in a battered copy of The Murder of Roger Ackroyd that looks like it has seen better days. Her oversized sweater's sleeves cover her hands right up to the tips of her fingers, which is useful for turning pages.
She's taking up a pretty good amount of the sofa, especially for someone of her (non) height. She sits with her back against the armrest and her knees pulled up, engrossed in a battered copy of The Murder of Roger Ackroyd that looks like it has seen better days. Her oversized sweater's sleeves cover her hands right up to the tips of her fingers, which is useful for turning pages.
