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[earthxwitch.livejournal.com]

Rachel has been in and around the bar. Honest. She's been prolonging going home and dealing with death threats and weres and faeries. She's still not completely sure how she feels about the vampires, though she's starting to really miss the pixies. One specific pixy actually. She's never gone this long before without the weight of him settled on the large gold hoop earrings that she wears.

She was however presented with a surprise when she ordered breakfast. A copy of a spell book that was at her apartment before everything was cursed. It's lacking the notes she's made in her copy, but it's a welcome sight none the less. Which is why she's now at a table, breakfast slowly being eaten while she shifts through a spell book and making small notes where she knows she had notes before.

Company wouldn't really be turned down though.

Tiny Witchy'Tag: Rachel Morgan

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[likesthecoat]

Today is Ianto's birthday.

He's celebrating it with a chocolate-dipped biscotti along with his coffee, both of which are currently being ignored in favor of writing in his diary.

A lot has happened in the last year. He's still trying to process it all.

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[evilontheloose]

On a table table over there, near the observation window, there is a girl with a laptop. Beside the laptop, there is a black mat, 6"x6", and on the mat there is an 18 inch humanoid figurine.

It is dancing the macarena.

Jordan must have some terribly evil plot in mind.



[ Jordan Kennedy ]

[ Open until it falls off ]

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[kurosakiboy.livejournal.com]

Ichigo is, more often than not, a pretty confident young man. Even when he's not, he isn't the type to show it. He's the kind of guy that would rather pretend he's completely in control of a situation even when it's spun far out of his control. But he's still human, and he's still a boy. A boy that doesn't know how to deal with funny feelings for certain girls. This can lead to Ichigo being very, very nervous, and even worse, it being very, very apparent.

So instead of being in the bar, relaxing in a booth, Ichigo is outside by the lake, pacing back and forth nervously. He's going to go see Kaye tonight, and he hasn't the slightest clue what he's going to do. What does he wear? What does he say? Is there a book he should be reading? Do all boys get this nervous? What if he was supposed to get a set of instructions when he hit puberty but instead got overlooked? What if she thinks he's an idiot for not having read the instructions on how to talk to girls!?

No unnecessary fretting here! These are all very valid concerns. Absolutely.

[Not plot-locked! Open to everybody until...well, forever.]

Happy Hour!

[dare-the-devil.livejournal.com]

It had been a while since the assassin had been downstairs. Or if she had, she'd been outside. One of her favorite places to be. But she was a famished (not really) warrior and had to head inside from the back to get some food. So upon her approach to bar and asking for a sandwich, she raises a brow at the note that comes with it. A note asking her to attend to happy hour. She didn't have any qualms doing that. Her sandwich forgotten for the moment (even if it was there), she turns and writes a few specials up on the board.

Adios Motherfucker
Man Overboard
sexwithanalligator
Thermonuclear Meltdown
The Exotic Sarah Sour

Turning back to the bar proper, she looks over everyone there before placing her sandwich behind the bar. "Happy hour, everyone. Come have fun."

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[gorgonfondness]

[OOM:

tokophobia; (noun) the fear of childbirth

Mia decides to do something about her mild case with her recently found again wishing stone.

It eases her mind, if nothing else.]

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[ofthefamily]

Carlisle doesn't cheat, he...bends things.

Like paper clips. An entire box of paper clips, splayed around him across a small table.





Milliways enables his disinterest in staff meetings. It's not Carlisle's fault if he takes advantage.

[ooc: at least vaguely plotlocked. ping 'stephmuji' if needed? Xiexie!]

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[hadyougoing]

Even under the most trying of circumstances, there's really only so long one can mope.


... With that in mind, Ava's 'so long' shows no signs of stopping.

She is moping right now, in fact, curled up in a corner of a couch in an oversized sweatshirt. On the floor in front of her is the remainder of a plate of cookies and a cooling mug of cocoa.

Why not, right? It's not like she can become diabetic at this point.

(She also has her mostly-completed kill list, now transferred to a yellow legal pad on her lap. It still contains it notes-- eviscerated, hanged, decapitated-- but the list itself has no title.)

[oom] The Long Chase

[hell_in_highheels]

[ oom:

"Man is the hunter; woman is his game.
The sleek and shining creatures of the chase,
we hunt them for the beauty of their skins*;
they love us for it, and we ride them down."

~Alfred Lord Tennyson

*warnings for adult content
]

1923, Pittsburg

[themidnightson]

[OOM:

"One rarely gets over dying?"

"You're too young to say things like that."

"Death is hardly a house for only old men."

"Now you're just trying to be difficult."

(From The Cullen's Historical Timeline)]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is in the corner, measuring his baby son in response to the card he got today.

( It sits on the table, and reads: )

He's glad Alex has managed to secure a birthday party invitation, mildly disturbed by the seeming extravogance of this 1-year-old's party, and wondering how to dress his son up.

Alex sits patiently being measured, though insists on playing with the tape measure once his father is done. He sits chewing it while Guppy tries to work out if he can dress him up as an ewok.

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[wheatencrown]

Demeter is worried about most of the people she knows in Bar and she can feel Winter coming closer. So she's by the fire cradling a glass of wine and trying to think of what she can do to help.

In front of her is a mint plant that has been fighting all through the Summer and is finally starting to do better. Every few moments her gaze switches to it from the fire since its a type of hope.