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Aug. 1st, 2009
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Drunk bunnies!
Aug. 1st, 2009 10:34 ammonthly-gift.livejournal.comMother Nature is in an odd mood, today. Thinking of taking the animals of the forest a treat, she can be seen leaving a veritable feast of fruits and vegetables at the edge of the tress. Once done, she moves a small distance away and stretches out on the grass to watch and see how they react to twenty pounds of various fermented fruit. After all, it IS a bar, why should the humans have all the fun?
She laughs softly as a demon bunny hops into view and begins nibbling. This should be interesting!
No real animals were harmed in the making of this post, nor is any offense meant to anyone who opposes drunken demon bunnies. For crack purposes only. Mun does not endorse getting real animals drunk.
She laughs softly as a demon bunny hops into view and begins nibbling. This should be interesting!
No real animals were harmed in the making of this post, nor is any offense meant to anyone who opposes drunken demon bunnies. For crack purposes only. Mun does not endorse getting real animals drunk.
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Aug. 1st, 2009 12:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nathaniel_kittenThe door opens, and there's a little flurry of snow. The figure walking through the door, however, is not appropriately dressed for cold weather. He's wearing a short tank top and a pair of leather pants, his booted feet stumbling a little as he steps through.
His face is younger, gaunter, and sporting some fading bruises, but the lilac eyes and the impossibly long auburn hair are a dead giveaway to his identity.
Nathaniel closes the door, laughing to himself. It's been a good night so far, even if the damn snow had moved in. He'd scored the heroin he'd wanted, along with a couple grams of coke, and while Gavin was out partying with a handful of them from his stable, Nathaniel was free to do as he pleased tonight.
He goes up to the bar, eyes slightly glassy, and looks around. He turns around, scanning the large room, and mutters, "What do you have to do to get a pop around here?" Nathaniel turns back around, there's a bottle of orange pop waiting for him. A little frown turns down his pretty mouth, but he accepts it, tossing a couple of crumpled bills onto the bartop.
Sliding into a booth, Nathaniel pulls out the cash in his pocket and counts it, considering Gavin's cut, his rent, and how much food he'll manage on what's left.
[OOC: This is Nathaniel from his pre-canon days. Pre-canon meant Nathaniel was a whore up until Anita saves his butt in Burnt Offerings (when Nathaniel was 19). I've brought him in before Gabriel made him a wereleopard, which means he's sixteen (about a year before he's turned). He's likely to proposition anyone who tags him, but if he's declined, he'll be fine with just talking. :)
Warning for smut in the Asher thread.]
His face is younger, gaunter, and sporting some fading bruises, but the lilac eyes and the impossibly long auburn hair are a dead giveaway to his identity.
Nathaniel closes the door, laughing to himself. It's been a good night so far, even if the damn snow had moved in. He'd scored the heroin he'd wanted, along with a couple grams of coke, and while Gavin was out partying with a handful of them from his stable, Nathaniel was free to do as he pleased tonight.
He goes up to the bar, eyes slightly glassy, and looks around. He turns around, scanning the large room, and mutters, "What do you have to do to get a pop around here?" Nathaniel turns back around, there's a bottle of orange pop waiting for him. A little frown turns down his pretty mouth, but he accepts it, tossing a couple of crumpled bills onto the bartop.
Sliding into a booth, Nathaniel pulls out the cash in his pocket and counts it, considering Gavin's cut, his rent, and how much food he'll manage on what's left.
[OOC: This is Nathaniel from his pre-canon days. Pre-canon meant Nathaniel was a whore up until Anita saves his butt in Burnt Offerings (when Nathaniel was 19). I've brought him in before Gabriel made him a wereleopard, which means he's sixteen (about a year before he's turned). He's likely to proposition anyone who tags him, but if he's declined, he'll be fine with just talking. :)
Warning for smut in the Asher thread.]
Happy Hour Contest!
Aug. 1st, 2009 04:21 pmgorgonfondnessMia practically sails into the bar as if floating in a dream, holding a very precious picture taken yesterday. When she takes a seat, it takes her a moment to realize that a napkin has appeared next to her.
"You want me to tend?" she asks happily. "I was hoping you might suggest that. I know just what I'll do."
She goes behind the bar and sets up a jar, slips of paper, pencils, and finally the specials board with the ultrasound picture just underneath:
Name the Constellation!
Put a constellation that you think would be a good baby name in the jar and get your drink for half price!
The patron(s) that submit the winning first and middle names will be announced and awarded once the baby's born or we pick the names, whichever comes first.
It's nice, but it looks a lot better when the shooting stars and swirling galaxies are added.
"Happy Hour's open, everyone!" she calls.
"You want me to tend?" she asks happily. "I was hoping you might suggest that. I know just what I'll do."
She goes behind the bar and sets up a jar, slips of paper, pencils, and finally the specials board with the ultrasound picture just underneath:
Put a constellation that you think would be a good baby name in the jar and get your drink for half price!
The patron(s) that submit the winning first and middle names will be announced and awarded once the baby's born or we pick the names, whichever comes first.
It's nice, but it looks a lot better when the shooting stars and swirling galaxies are added.
"Happy Hour's open, everyone!" she calls.
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Aug. 1st, 2009 05:17 pmim-so-sari.livejournal.comSari hasn't been in Milliways for a few weeks.
This is mostly due to the birthday she had recently. Or, more specifically, what she got for said birthday.
She comes bopping in the front door, dancing and humming to a tune no one else can hear.
This is mostly due to the birthday she had recently. Or, more specifically, what she got for said birthday.
She comes bopping in the front door, dancing and humming to a tune no one else can hear.
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Aug. 1st, 2009 05:38 pmcandied-rabbit.livejournal.comSometime after this, Momiji Sohma wanders back through the back door.
Well. stumbles back through the door is more like it. He pulls it aside and nearly trips over his own feet right at the threshold, giving a cross between a surprised yelp and a delighted giggle, as he does so. But he catches himself and just heads further inside, not seeming to notice that he's having a little trouble walking straight or that his occasional, easy laughter has turned into spurts of snickers at the smallest thing.
But he hasn't tumbled over onto the Bar floor just yet! That's a good sign.
Somewhat surprisingly, it seems that things like intoxication carry over from the teen's rabbit form to his human one.
Not so surprisingly, it turns out that Momiji is a very happy drunk.
(OOC: Open, uh, forever? :D?)
Well. stumbles back through the door is more like it. He pulls it aside and nearly trips over his own feet right at the threshold, giving a cross between a surprised yelp and a delighted giggle, as he does so. But he catches himself and just heads further inside, not seeming to notice that he's having a little trouble walking straight or that his occasional, easy laughter has turned into spurts of snickers at the smallest thing.
But he hasn't tumbled over onto the Bar floor just yet! That's a good sign.
Somewhat surprisingly, it seems that things like intoxication carry over from the teen's rabbit form to his human one.
Not so surprisingly, it turns out that Momiji is a very happy drunk.
(OOC: Open, uh, forever? :D?)
oom: Jack and Ianto
Aug. 1st, 2009 06:16 pmlikesthecoat[Post this encounter with not!Sam, Ianto turns to Jack for some TLC. Warning for schmoop and sleepy flirting.]
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Aug. 1st, 2009 07:24 pmnotascreensaverTonight, there's a tired looking Game sprite seated in one of the couches and poring over obligatory paperwork. Sometimes running your own business sucks.
Botherable.
Botherable.
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Aug. 1st, 2009 08:09 pmgonna_liveToday is Unification Day. This means that Mal is going around to look for fights in bars, Zoe's gone with him to keep him out of too much trouble, and for all Kaylee knows (or cares), Jayne's with them because he likes to punch things. Or maybe he's not with them. All she knows is that she doesn't plan to be there when they get back. She's got other things to try not to think about, and she'd prefer not to be disturbed by bloody noses and concussions and loud remonstrations and demands for cold packs.
She won't be able to avoid at least one of the things she's trying not to think about, it's clear: along with the onion rings and beer (and two empties) in front of her, she's got a note from Dean Winchester, and she can't stop frowning at it.
Maybe Kaylee will write back when she's a little more sober and can figure out what the hell to say.
She won't be able to avoid at least one of the things she's trying not to think about, it's clear: along with the onion rings and beer (and two empties) in front of her, she's got a note from Dean Winchester, and she can't stop frowning at it.
Maybe Kaylee will write back when she's a little more sober and can figure out what the hell to say.
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Aug. 1st, 2009 08:52 pmprob-japanese.livejournal.com[OOM: "Bumblebee, there's something I have to tell you..."]
The elevator doors slide open, cunningly concealed paneling parting to a sound best described as the THX sound played in reverse. The mech who makes his way out looks as if he's just been served with a court order to wipe every RIAA-owned data byte off every piece of storage media he owns- or something of similar magnitude, anyway. It's hard to say for sure with a face like that.
He'll be going home and looking for one of the other Autobots in a bit, but right now Bumblebee just needs some time away from the base to do some processing.
The elevator doors slide open, cunningly concealed paneling parting to a sound best described as the THX sound played in reverse. The mech who makes his way out looks as if he's just been served with a court order to wipe every RIAA-owned data byte off every piece of storage media he owns- or something of similar magnitude, anyway. It's hard to say for sure with a face like that.
He'll be going home and looking for one of the other Autobots in a bit, but right now Bumblebee just needs some time away from the base to do some processing.
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Aug. 1st, 2009 09:20 pmiambetadraconisSo.
Rabastan is about to be given his first EP in god knows how long, and how does he mark the occasion?
By snoring away on the nearest available couch, that's what.
Sigh. You'd think that going from "almost neglected" status to "active" status would make him more ... well ... active.
You wanna talk to him you'll just have to wake him up.
Rabastan is about to be given his first EP in god knows how long, and how does he mark the occasion?
By snoring away on the nearest available couch, that's what.
Sigh. You'd think that going from "almost neglected" status to "active" status would make him more ... well ... active.
You wanna talk to him you'll just have to wake him up.
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Aug. 1st, 2009 09:23 pmbringonthewonderBrunette, black dress, red wine, slightly out-of-the-way table.
She's watching comings and goings with no small amount of interest, through brown eyes.
She's watching comings and goings with no small amount of interest, through brown eyes.
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Aug. 1st, 2009 09:59 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy is outside, on the lawn, looking at the evening paper. It's a depressing read; one side is a picture of his former workplace looking like a herd of elephants ran through it. The other is just really bad news.
He sighs, screws up the paper and chucks it on the compost heap. At least this time he wasn't there. Or maybe he would have been able to help, contain the situation, protect his former colleages, friends...
He is distracted from his thoughts by a demon bunny, who for an inexplicable reason seems to be trying to have intercourse with his foot. He stares in alarm and tries to shake it off.
"Don't make me stun you!"
[ooc: Possibility of spoilers for this evening's season finale of Casualty in comments.]
He sighs, screws up the paper and chucks it on the compost heap. At least this time he wasn't there. Or maybe he would have been able to help, contain the situation, protect his former colleages, friends...
He is distracted from his thoughts by a demon bunny, who for an inexplicable reason seems to be trying to have intercourse with his foot. He stares in alarm and tries to shake it off.
"Don't make me stun you!"
[ooc: Possibility of spoilers for this evening's season finale of Casualty in comments.]
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Aug. 1st, 2009 10:34 pmnecessary_childSam is sitting on the jetty in the late-evening glow, leaning back on one hand and eating a pink-and-white ice cream with the other. (Raspberries and cream, for the record. He approves.) He's swinging bare feet a little, periodically letting them dabble in the water.
(He's been back from Cal's world/the Whoniverse for some days now, if anyone wondered.)
Periodically, a demon bunny dissolves into blue-black flames a little way off. They're getting pesky this evening.
(He's been back from Cal's world/the Whoniverse for some days now, if anyone wondered.)
Periodically, a demon bunny dissolves into blue-black flames a little way off. They're getting pesky this evening.
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Aug. 1st, 2009 11:09 pmtoxic_perfumeTiny blonde in a black jumpsuit, sitting at a table not far from the front door. She's got a hot coffee laced with orange liqueur and a small pile of lacy cookies half-dipped in chocolate, and is idly peoplewatching.
