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Jul. 29th, 2009 12:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
watching_youDisheveled, hurried, Veronica rushes in late in the evening, 
( leaves a note, ) and rushes out again.
( leaves a note, ) and rushes out again.Jul. 29th, 2009
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Jul. 29th, 2009 12:05 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
winmyeyes.livejournal.comA relatively late morning of working on his truck has left Riggins covered in oil and grease and in dire need of a shower to clean up.
But when the door to Milliways shows up instead, he gets a better idea.
Have a Tim, towel slung over his shoulder, heading to the lake to wash up and get a swim in before afternoon practice.
You can either:
a) intercept him on his way there,
b) come across him in a state of semi-dress while swimming, or
c) run into him, dripping, as he proceeds to leave.
[tiny tag: tim riggins]
But when the door to Milliways shows up instead, he gets a better idea.
Have a Tim, towel slung over his shoulder, heading to the lake to wash up and get a swim in before afternoon practice.
You can either:
a) intercept him on his way there,
b) come across him in a state of semi-dress while swimming, or
c) run into him, dripping, as he proceeds to leave.
[tiny tag: tim riggins]
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Jul. 29th, 2009 12:30 pmparagonsoldier.livejournal.comShepard, in an attempt to walk through the back door of her parents' house, finds herself in Milliways for the first time in several weeks. She's dressed in civvies this time - a short-sleeved red blouse and calf-length jeans, to be precise. It may be late December where she comes from, but it's also in the subtropical region of the planet she's visiting.
When the door closes behind her, she checks briefly over her shoulder to see if it's still there (it is). Then she figures that as long as she's here, she might as well check around for someone she knows and catch up on whatever she's missed.
[Science Fiction Double Feature Tinytags: Colene Shepard, Kaidan Alenko]
When the door closes behind her, she checks briefly over her shoulder to see if it's still there (it is). Then she figures that as long as she's here, she might as well check around for someone she knows and catch up on whatever she's missed.
[Science Fiction Double Feature Tinytags: Colene Shepard, Kaidan Alenko]
(Mostly) Training Post
Jul. 29th, 2009 02:47 pmfalconryu.livejournal.comRyu is out on an open area near the lake, where he goes to meet his students regularly.
Right now he is just enjoying the mildly sunny day, but soon he will start on some stretching and warming, and then some kata.
Curious people are welcome.
[ Aimed at his students, but open to everybody. Open until it falls off. ]
[ Students are welcome to handwave the happening of regular training sessions and just join for another. ]
Right now he is just enjoying the mildly sunny day, but soon he will start on some stretching and warming, and then some kata.
Curious people are welcome.
[ Aimed at his students, but open to everybody. Open until it falls off. ]
[ Students are welcome to handwave the happening of regular training sessions and just join for another. ]
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Jul. 29th, 2009 03:22 pmalmosthonorableBen's at the bar with a cup of coffee, a plate of steak and eggs, a miniature Chinese checkerboard, and an instruction booklet.
(He blames a recent conversation.)
He's cutting his steak as he reads the portion on the history of the game; there's a clink as his knife hits the edge of the plate.
"Then why in the hell call it Chinese checkers if there's nothin' Chinese about it?"
(He blames a recent conversation.)
He's cutting his steak as he reads the portion on the history of the game; there's a clink as his knife hits the edge of the plate.
"Then why in the hell call it Chinese checkers if there's nothin' Chinese about it?"
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Jul. 29th, 2009 04:00 pmamanda-darieux.livejournal.comA beautiful bloonde immortal walks through the front door of Milliways. Her hair is short and blonde (again for those that knew her before) and she is dressed in a modern day sundress wearing, a pair of large Gucci sunglasses, and of course a dress length trench coat with a familiar sword hidden inside.
The familiar immortal is back in bar from what is a familiar time to most. She takes up a seat at the bar ordering the electric blue smoothie that she can't get anywhere else and starts to people watch. More so then usual she appears to be very approachable and is in a very good mood.
The familiar immortal is back in bar from what is a familiar time to most. She takes up a seat at the bar ordering the electric blue smoothie that she can't get anywhere else and starts to people watch. More so then usual she appears to be very approachable and is in a very good mood.
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Jul. 29th, 2009 05:03 pmalertcommandoIt has been a while.
Time passed, and was well-spent: the United States was a welcome change from war-recovering Europe, and not having a door to Milliways made a certain retired commando focus on her own world.
This time she did not worry, she did not lose her calm, and in time, the door reappeared.
Welcome back, Tanya.
She would be less relaxed if she knew of the storm gathering for a new war.
[ Tanya Adams ]
[ Open until it falls off ]
Time passed, and was well-spent: the United States was a welcome change from war-recovering Europe, and not having a door to Milliways made a certain retired commando focus on her own world.
This time she did not worry, she did not lose her calm, and in time, the door reappeared.
Welcome back, Tanya.
She would be less relaxed if she knew of the storm gathering for a new war.
[ Tanya Adams ]
[ Open until it falls off ]
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Jul. 29th, 2009 05:25 pmfindthegeckWhen Ellen had suggested going out back for some much-needed practice with firearms (The sum of her own knowledge amounting to Front End Towards Target, Pull On The Little Part In Front Of The Handle, Repeat If Necessary) Sativa was under the impression that Out Back consisted of maybe an alleyway or a nearby clearing amongst the brush. Standard wasteland scenery.
As her eyes adjust to the light her brain tires to digest what they're showing her. Life was returning to the wasteland, but nowhere near this quickly.
Her feet operating on autopilot, carrying her away from the door. There should at least have been a crater or two.
...She's going to need a moment here.
[Tags: Sativa (The Chosen One)]
[From yesterday or somesuch malarkey]
As her eyes adjust to the light her brain tires to digest what they're showing her. Life was returning to the wasteland, but nowhere near this quickly.
Her feet operating on autopilot, carrying her away from the door. There should at least have been a crater or two.
...She's going to need a moment here.
[Tags: Sativa (The Chosen One)]
[From yesterday or somesuch malarkey]
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Jul. 29th, 2009 05:26 pmastral-brat.livejournal.comBen stalks into Milliways in a dirty and rumpled GAG uniform, clearly in a bad mood. Today, he's not just a Jedi apprentice or boy soldier: today, he's a teenager whose parents are being really unfair.
"Ughhh. Caf, please," he mutters to Bar.
When it appears, he starts tearing open sugar packets and pouring in the contents.
He still hasn't stopped after five.
[ooc: open 'til his next ep! can't promise prompt tagging, but will keep tagging, however slowly... ]
"Ughhh. Caf, please," he mutters to Bar.
When it appears, he starts tearing open sugar packets and pouring in the contents.
He still hasn't stopped after five.
[ooc: open 'til his next ep! can't promise prompt tagging, but will keep tagging, however slowly... ]
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Jul. 29th, 2009 05:54 pmnathaniel_kitten[OOM: Millitimed to the beginning of the month - Asher gives Nathaniel a gift.
Warning for smut, as is par for the course with them.]
Warning for smut, as is par for the course with them.]
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Jul. 29th, 2009 07:32 pmps_you_look_hotSee now this? This is the face Milliways is used to.
Cocky smile, wicked gleam in his eye.
This is the real Nikola Tesla.
For some strange reason, though, he's feeling nostalgic for the days of his youth, which would explain why he steps up to the bar and says, "Don't suppose I could get a glass of Šljivovica, could I?"
Brandy in hand, he makes his way over to a couch, draping himself across it and making himself comfortable.
Cocky smile, wicked gleam in his eye.
This is the real Nikola Tesla.
For some strange reason, though, he's feeling nostalgic for the days of his youth, which would explain why he steps up to the bar and says, "Don't suppose I could get a glass of Šljivovica, could I?"
Brandy in hand, he makes his way over to a couch, draping himself across it and making himself comfortable.
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Jul. 29th, 2009 07:50 pmwhatsatisfiesme.livejournal.comGilbert is not the outdoorsy type. Actually, he's much more the "stay inside and mope" type. But winter back home is cold enough to make him want a dose of fresh air and a little exertion. So, when Ms. Bar gave him a soccer ball this evening, he took the hint.
Now, he's outside, just a ways off from the back door, lightly kicking the ball across the grass. His coat and tie have been abandoned on the ground nearby, and he's darting along after the black-and-white orb. On the few occasions that he kicks too hard and sends it skittering off ahead of him, he runs after it faster than one might expect, given his scrawny frame.
So - there's a one-man, evening soccer game, out on the back lawn. He might even accept a second player, if someone were up for it.
Now, he's outside, just a ways off from the back door, lightly kicking the ball across the grass. His coat and tie have been abandoned on the ground nearby, and he's darting along after the black-and-white orb. On the few occasions that he kicks too hard and sends it skittering off ahead of him, he runs after it faster than one might expect, given his scrawny frame.
So - there's a one-man, evening soccer game, out on the back lawn. He might even accept a second player, if someone were up for it.
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Jul. 29th, 2009 08:26 pmblue_ajah[OOM: The unpurged images of day recede.]
She has a seat at her preferred table, a cup of tea cradled loosely in her hands, and a thoughtful look in her dark eyes.
It will do, for now.
She has a seat at her preferred table, a cup of tea cradled loosely in her hands, and a thoughtful look in her dark eyes.
It will do, for now.
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Jul. 29th, 2009 08:45 pmhear_the_voicesAnna steps into the bar, looks up from the papers she is holding, and announces (very dramatically, but to no one in particular), "I knew it all along. Frau Schraeder didn't have a headache. She just wanted to get out of the party. She was faking."
And then she looks back down at the papers, looks back up, and grins.
She's learned one whole line already.
[OOC: Mun needs to crash now -- tags will be picked up tomorrow.]
And then she looks back down at the papers, looks back up, and grins.
She's learned one whole line already.
[OOC: Mun needs to crash now -- tags will be picked up tomorrow.]
Happy Hour
Jul. 29th, 2009 08:56 pmthatinyourpipe.livejournal.comLooked like a good time for some Atlantean, and he was keeping his eyes around for the one who angered dear Aunt Dem so. He was then stopped with a note on the Bar that just said 'Thank you, night-night. zzzz...'
Well! As long as the lady didn't mind.
Pan skipped behind the counter, and there was a sign with vines growing around the edges to announce the specials.
SPECIALS
Alcoholic:
WINE
Field of Green
Green Puma
Dirty Mother
Non-Alcoholic:
Earth Quake
That done, he patiently waited by playing some flute music, and asking, "What would you like?"
(ooc: closed, and entering slowtime, thanks!)
Well! As long as the lady didn't mind.
Pan skipped behind the counter, and there was a sign with vines growing around the edges to announce the specials.
SPECIALS
Alcoholic:
WINE
Field of Green
Green Puma
Dirty Mother
Non-Alcoholic:
Earth Quake
That done, he patiently waited by playing some flute music, and asking, "What would you like?"
(ooc: closed, and entering slowtime, thanks!)
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Jul. 29th, 2009 09:00 pmfowl_beastPOOF! Evil Chicken was on Milliway's grounds once again after a trip to his world to collect valuables. Ever since he learned of how flexible payment for services was at Milliway's, he has been wanting to test the limits of that flexibility. So with him was a large sack of random things that were valuable on his world.
Given his method of getting to Milliway's, he is lucky he and his sack of stuff didn't end up in the lake. This time he ended up in a clearing in the woods next to a treehouse with an awesome tire swing!
"Hmmm." A house in a tree, with a thingy hanging from a rope. There were signs of a minor scuffle here and there, but it looks like whatever happened here happened a while back. No one had been near this place in a while. Maybe the abbysal rabbits are keeping people away. "Might as well explore." POOF!
POOF! The chicken and the sack of stuff were in the treehouse. "Nice and empty! Oh, a nice high shelf!" POOF! POOF! Sack and chicken were on the nice high shelf in the treehouse. Satisfied that the sack was bunny proof, Evil Chicken wandered into the sack. POOF! The sack lost some volume, as well as some of its fishy aroma.
Catch Evil Chicken in the treehouse or at the bar. He will be coming and going in an attempt to annoy Lady Bar
[Tinytags: Evil Chicken, Jordan Kennedy]
Given his method of getting to Milliway's, he is lucky he and his sack of stuff didn't end up in the lake. This time he ended up in a clearing in the woods next to a treehouse with an awesome tire swing!
"Hmmm." A house in a tree, with a thingy hanging from a rope. There were signs of a minor scuffle here and there, but it looks like whatever happened here happened a while back. No one had been near this place in a while. Maybe the abbysal rabbits are keeping people away. "Might as well explore." POOF!
POOF! The chicken and the sack of stuff were in the treehouse. "Nice and empty! Oh, a nice high shelf!" POOF! POOF! Sack and chicken were on the nice high shelf in the treehouse. Satisfied that the sack was bunny proof, Evil Chicken wandered into the sack. POOF! The sack lost some volume, as well as some of its fishy aroma.
Catch Evil Chicken in the treehouse or at the bar. He will be coming and going in an attempt to annoy Lady Bar
[Tinytags: Evil Chicken, Jordan Kennedy]
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Jul. 29th, 2009 09:46 pmnumbered_doctorThe sun hasn't quite fully set yet on the Milliways grounds, and the sky is painted in vibrant shades of reds, pinks and oranges. Taking in the view, Thirteen's perched on the steps just outside the back door, sipping on a cool drink while she gazes up at the sky; the past week has been good to the young doctor, and for the first time in a long while, she's completely at ease.
...it's been a while
Jul. 29th, 2009 09:55 pmwellthrownstone.livejournal.comBut that didn't mean that Garion wasn't pleased to see the place. The fact that he wasn't clutching a pile of paperwork, or one of his children, or something embarrassing was certainly a bonus; that Ce'Nedra was already asleep for the night was practically a miracle. The smile that spread across his lips was easy and familiar, much like the basket of paradoxes and the chocolate shake that popped up practically before he sat.
"Thank you," he said with a soft pat to the counter.
It was good to be back.
"Thank you," he said with a soft pat to the counter.
It was good to be back.
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Jul. 29th, 2009 10:03 pmlatino_menaceRamon comes down into the bar looking pensive, flipping a card between his fingers. Bar immediately presents him with a gift from Fiona which makes him smile. He waits a beat longer and isn't disappointed - two cupcakes appear, along with a note that reads you weren't here for the first one so I saved it.
The first cake has four candles in it - four years and two weeks now, since he first came here. The second cake has two small figures on it, one with dark hair, one with blonde. Four years to the day, for that one.
He goes and sits in a booth, taking both cakes. But neither get eaten. He just looks at them, flips that card between his fingers and smokes cigarette after cigarette.
The first cake has four candles in it - four years and two weeks now, since he first came here. The second cake has two small figures on it, one with dark hair, one with blonde. Four years to the day, for that one.
He goes and sits in a booth, taking both cakes. But neither get eaten. He just looks at them, flips that card between his fingers and smokes cigarette after cigarette.
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Jul. 29th, 2009 10:15 pmellectricalWhen Elle comes down into the Bar, she's moving rather quickly, blinking around as thought to see if anyone else is watching her. She's in soft black slacks and, for the first time in a while, a light blue tank top which, when her hair slips the right way, makes a few fading bruises on her back visible. At the Bar, she doesn't order anything, but does ask for a few things, which quickly appear in front of her: a pen and notebook, a small pair of earphones, and a digital video camera.
With these, she heads to one of the more secluded booths, and slips into it, right into the back, where she's least likely to be seen.
Once she's settled in, she jams the earphones into the camera and the buds into her ears, and pulls something out of her pocket, which she clicks into the camera, as well. After a little bit of fiddling, she opens the notebook, and begins scratching something into it.
While she appears rather consumed in whatever she's doing, her stance is so tense, and her eyes glance up so frequently, that it's unlikely many would be able to approach her without her noticing.
With these, she heads to one of the more secluded booths, and slips into it, right into the back, where she's least likely to be seen.
Once she's settled in, she jams the earphones into the camera and the buds into her ears, and pulls something out of her pocket, which she clicks into the camera, as well. After a little bit of fiddling, she opens the notebook, and begins scratching something into it.
While she appears rather consumed in whatever she's doing, her stance is so tense, and her eyes glance up so frequently, that it's unlikely many would be able to approach her without her noticing.
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Jul. 29th, 2009 10:51 pmcoreenfennel.livejournal.com[OOM:Right when you think things are perfect fate has a way of kicking you in the ass. It also has a way of being bent on making you crazy. Warnings in the first for a bit of discussion of sex and then soul-weirdness, and just a whole ton of ambiguous weirdness in the second. It's also Millitimed to today.]
mogget_catYrael had merely been watching the bar from a comfortable tabletop, this evening, when he noticed something significantly odd.
Usually, Yrael figures, when the door opens, someone is either coming in or leaving. And even then, the door usually completely shuts behind them, with that oh-so-familiar little click.
...Usually, it's not left slightly ajar. And there isn't... What is that? Yrael's ears perk. There's something on the floor, tiny and thin, barely protruding a past the edge of the partly-opened door.
Yrael's curiosity is piqued, to say the least. He tenses, suddenly; it moved!
For a long moment, the not'cat sits, bunched up as if to pounce, watching unblinkingly at the frayed little shape showing beyond the slightly-open door.
It moved again! The not'cat jerks forward slightly, catching himself just before dropping off the edge of the table. His eyes and ears and other senses are focused directly on this... brightly-colored thing.
With almost painful slowness, the little tail of color is drawn back through the door and out of the not'cat's sight.
Like he's going to stand for that! (Like he can help it.) He instantly leaps off the table after it, pouncing with claws extended through the door.
It closes behind him with an oh-so-familiar little click.
Usually, Yrael figures, when the door opens, someone is either coming in or leaving. And even then, the door usually completely shuts behind them, with that oh-so-familiar little click.
...Usually, it's not left slightly ajar. And there isn't... What is that? Yrael's ears perk. There's something on the floor, tiny and thin, barely protruding a past the edge of the partly-opened door.
Yrael's curiosity is piqued, to say the least. He tenses, suddenly; it moved!
For a long moment, the not'cat sits, bunched up as if to pounce, watching unblinkingly at the frayed little shape showing beyond the slightly-open door.
It moved again! The not'cat jerks forward slightly, catching himself just before dropping off the edge of the table. His eyes and ears and other senses are focused directly on this... brightly-colored thing.
With almost painful slowness, the little tail of color is drawn back through the door and out of the not'cat's sight.
Like he's going to stand for that! (Like he can help it.) He instantly leaps off the table after it, pouncing with claws extended through the door.
It closes behind him with an oh-so-familiar little click.
