Aug. 23rd, 2009
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Aug. 23rd, 2009 11:03 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
jeweled-asp.livejournal.comThere is one North African queen lounging on a couch, eating oranges. There's tons of oranges around her, and she's getting progressively stickier, but she really doesn't mind.
She's trying to figure out what to do about her situation.
Come distract her?
[tiny orange-ed tag: Cleopatra]
She's trying to figure out what to do about her situation.
Come distract her?
[tiny orange-ed tag: Cleopatra]
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Aug. 23rd, 2009 02:57 pmsays-the-booyah.livejournal.comCyborg has decided it's time to explore outside. Sure enough, when he asked his sensors where he is, they told him SCOTLAND - 10000000000 AD. Which still makes no sense. But at least the weather is nice, and it's just plain nice out here.
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Aug. 23rd, 2009 03:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
srspirateSomebody discovered the brothel!
Hint: it is possible he is currently rollicking into the bar this afternoon (note the importance of this phrase, for he is not skipping, as a boy, neither is he prancing, as one who might enjoy the companies of other men, but he is quite jovial in a manly sort of manner), after a long absence spent in the company of many fine and agreeable wenches.
However, there are times when a warrior's heart seeks more excitement than those found amongst the bedsheets, and a pirate's soul seeks adventure beyond the chase of a maiden. Too, for all the merriment and revelry one might find in keeping company with the fairer gender, at times one may crave a dance to be performed in the vertical, rather than the horizontal.
And so we find our Musketeer tonight in search of wine and meat and a good brawl!
Er. Dance.
>_>
[tiny!tag: Vyvyan]
Edit: Heading out to eat and catch Taming of the Shrew in Montford Park! XD Will be back in a few hours, slowtimes are love, and feel free to tag in if you would like! Back for a bit, open for new tags through Monday night. :D
Hint: it is possible he is currently rollicking into the bar this afternoon (note the importance of this phrase, for he is not skipping, as a boy, neither is he prancing, as one who might enjoy the companies of other men, but he is quite jovial in a manly sort of manner), after a long absence spent in the company of many fine and agreeable wenches.
However, there are times when a warrior's heart seeks more excitement than those found amongst the bedsheets, and a pirate's soul seeks adventure beyond the chase of a maid
And so we find our Musketeer tonight in search of wine and meat and a good brawl!
Er. Dance.
>_>
[tiny!tag: Vyvyan]
Bartending Post
Aug. 23rd, 2009 03:43 pmamanda-darieux.livejournal.comAmanda walks downstairs and is suprised when a note appears letting her know that she has bartending duty tonight. This doesn't bother her and she gets to writing down the specials. It doesn't take long before she puts up a sign.
Specials
Anything Red
And she takes up her post behind the bar, "What can I gettcha?" she says with an old New York Accent. She is feeling playful tonight.
Specials
And she takes up her post behind the bar, "What can I gettcha?" she says with an old New York Accent. She is feeling playful tonight.
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Aug. 23rd, 2009 03:59 pmohholyknight.livejournal.comA man walks into a bar. He's been here before, several times, but things have changed since then.
He's leaner than he was before, for one thing, muscle worn away by months of bed rest and gruelling physical therapy. He's leaning on a plain wooden cane, one leg fixed rigid with every step, and there's something wrong about the way his hip moves, giving him a rolling gait. One eye is almost clouded over, damaged and unfocused.
He's wearing a blue and white shirt, the words COACH in big blue letters on the front. And there's no sign of his sword.
He's leaner than he was before, for one thing, muscle worn away by months of bed rest and gruelling physical therapy. He's leaning on a plain wooden cane, one leg fixed rigid with every step, and there's something wrong about the way his hip moves, giving him a rolling gait. One eye is almost clouded over, damaged and unfocused.
He's wearing a blue and white shirt, the words COACH in big blue letters on the front. And there's no sign of his sword.
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Aug. 23rd, 2009 04:06 pmscourgeofpiracy.livejournal.comThe Flying Dutchman is back in the Caribbean cove of the lake, and Norrington is at the bar for the first time in a while.
He's open for company.
He's open for company.
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Aug. 23rd, 2009 04:08 pmsorryimatwat.livejournal.comThe door opens and Owen wanders in, a bottle of Jack Daniels clutched in his hand. From the level in the bottle and the slightly bleary look to his eyes, he's already been partaking a fair amount.
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Aug. 23rd, 2009 04:10 pmroyal-guarantor.livejournal.comRoshaun is sitting in an armchair by the fire, a journal open in his lap. He's dutifully recording his experiences in the bar so far.
You can try reading over his shoulder, but the language is likely to be unfamiliar.
You can try reading over his shoulder, but the language is likely to be unfamiliar.
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Aug. 23rd, 2009 04:17 pmmakesthingsToday was already long and it wasn't even dark yet. The morning was full of sword practice and sitting beside Ellimere during Petty Court and he still had those stupid rehearsals to do later.
He had a few hours of almost freedom when he could finally go back to his workshop, but the door opened on a place full of people.
His royal surcoat of red and gold felt far too heavy as he looked through but at least he didn't recognize anyone.
In his mind, he prepared a spell just in case anyone attacked him and he was glad of his sword at his side for wherever this place was.
Tiny tag: Sameth
(OOC: Sameth can sense the dead or undead as explained here. As his player, I ask that if your character is dead or undead that you let me know, I'm in chat and open to pings or anything, don't let this stop you, I want to freak him out a bit.)
He had a few hours of almost freedom when he could finally go back to his workshop, but the door opened on a place full of people.
His royal surcoat of red and gold felt far too heavy as he looked through but at least he didn't recognize anyone.
In his mind, he prepared a spell just in case anyone attacked him and he was glad of his sword at his side for wherever this place was.
Tiny tag: Sameth
(OOC: Sameth can sense the dead or undead as explained here. As his player, I ask that if your character is dead or undead that you let me know, I'm in chat and open to pings or anything, don't let this stop you, I want to freak him out a bit.)
walktheworldsHe was technically meant to be in the infirmary still. But he could only lay down for so long. He's sure after removing the piece of equipment on his finger that the monitors would go off. It'd no doubt alert Keller to his escape. But at the present moment he didn't care. Moving towards the door (even if it wasn't at a normal pace), he walks out it intending to head back to his quarters or to the East Pier. Though that's not what happens... he has to stop and stare at the bar that he's just walked into. He doesn't recall Atlantis holding a bar like this. Maybe it was the pain meds...
Either way he's standing by the door he just came through (that's also disppeared) in a white hospital gown, hand going over where the vine... hive body part... whatever it wanted to be called had sunk into his flesh. "Huh..."
[OOC: At the moment Sheppard is taken from Season 5 Episode 2. Or at least from the very end of it.]
Either way he's standing by the door he just came through (that's also disppeared) in a white hospital gown, hand going over where the vine... hive body part... whatever it wanted to be called had sunk into his flesh. "Huh..."
[OOC: At the moment Sheppard is taken from Season 5 Episode 2. Or at least from the very end of it.]
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Aug. 23rd, 2009 07:31 pmnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comThe front door flies open, and one small not-entirely-at-all-tweenager bolts through, yelling at the top of her lungs. A very small, very pointy flying droid seems to have the aim of putting some holes in the resident pyro.
Why yes, she's having the time of her life, ta for asking.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!!" And there she goes.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHH!!!" Aaaaaaaand back again.
Why yes, she's having the time of her life, ta for asking.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!!" And there she goes.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHH!!!" Aaaaaaaand back again.
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Aug. 23rd, 2009 08:16 pmawaroutthere.livejournal.comHe's finally down to one midterm... and it's such a bear that he's going to stay in the bar for a while, thanks. Better to study somewhere that he's got as much time as he wants, right?
...Not that Cosmo is doing much studying at the moment, but hey, he was doing that for hours. He thinks he's due a break.
The break involves poking at his in-bar laptop, but he wouldn't necessarily say no to company. (Flailing at said company, though, is another story.)
...Not that Cosmo is doing much studying at the moment, but hey, he was doing that for hours. He thinks he's due a break.
The break involves poking at his in-bar laptop, but he wouldn't necessarily say no to company. (Flailing at said company, though, is another story.)
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Aug. 23rd, 2009 08:20 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_romana_/"... of course, don't you see? The very idea that I wouldn't want to listen to how you spent the entirety of your second regeneration, as a commentary as how I am spending my own, is utterly ridiculous, if you think about it logically. Yes, see, it does all make sense."
The person the rather short blonde girl is talking to on the other side of the front door makes some comment that's rather muffled, what with the noise from the bar and the thick door and such.
"Yes, it is all very clear. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go be illogical now." Nimbly she darts around the door, and throws her shoulder against it, heaving it closed.
She'll have to remind herself, in the future, to not go on any more family trips.
The person the rather short blonde girl is talking to on the other side of the front door makes some comment that's rather muffled, what with the noise from the bar and the thick door and such.
"Yes, it is all very clear. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go be illogical now." Nimbly she darts around the door, and throws her shoulder against it, heaving it closed.
She'll have to remind herself, in the future, to not go on any more family trips.
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Aug. 23rd, 2009 08:44 pmnot_lugosiA day or so after Bela came back from her visit to Cal's New York, she glimpsed her door as she walked down the stairs from her room. She went straight through the door without stopping. She didn't stop to write notes. She didn't even stop to retrieve her bag from her room.
For better or for worse, her world is her world. Being bound at Milliways wasn't the worst thing to happen to happen to her - far from it. But it hadn't been altogether great for her, either.
She didn't need to grab anything from her room upstairs, because she has duplicates or can acquire anything she needs. ID, cash, clothes, guns... she has more of everything back home. Everything except friends.
She's been home a few weeks now, catching up from the time that passed while she was bound. It's January of 2007 now, and life has, once again, begun to pall. It's been long enough between visits for Bela to want to return, even if she risks being bound once more.
Her friends are here. Her hope is here. So she will be, too.
ooc: tag and then hop on Viv's slowtime train!
For better or for worse, her world is her world. Being bound at Milliways wasn't the worst thing to happen to happen to her - far from it. But it hadn't been altogether great for her, either.
She didn't need to grab anything from her room upstairs, because she has duplicates or can acquire anything she needs. ID, cash, clothes, guns... she has more of everything back home. Everything except friends.
She's been home a few weeks now, catching up from the time that passed while she was bound. It's January of 2007 now, and life has, once again, begun to pall. It's been long enough between visits for Bela to want to return, even if she risks being bound once more.
Her friends are here. Her hope is here. So she will be, too.
ooc: tag and then hop on Viv's slowtime train!
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Aug. 23rd, 2009 09:12 pmfirstcptjack.livejournal.comThere's a Jack (the dead pilot one) having supper and reading a book in a booth, and savoring both.
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Aug. 23rd, 2009 09:22 pmvyvyanHaving restored his housemates but got kicked out of Medical School, Vyvyan is looking for another form of income.
As such, he has set up a stall in the bar today.
BODY PEARCING
TEN QUID
NO REEFUNDS
On the table is a hammer and a box of nails.
Apply if you dare...
[tinytag: Vyvyan]
As such, he has set up a stall in the bar today.
BODY PEARCING
TEN QUID
NO REEFUNDS
On the table is a hammer and a box of nails.
Apply if you dare...
[tinytag: Vyvyan]
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Aug. 23rd, 2009 09:44 pmtobeclosetohimThere are low pig tails over her shoulders and a tank top with matching short shorts all in cotton grey, over which hangs an open, too large red patterned flannel.
Jo, rubbing her eyes against the brightness of the room, doesn't look all that impressed with this not being the motel bathroom.
Stupid bar. She's still going to the bathroom first.
Jo, rubbing her eyes against the brightness of the room, doesn't look all that impressed with this not being the motel bathroom.
Stupid bar. She's still going to the bathroom first.
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Aug. 23rd, 2009 10:55 pm3nanashiTrowa's outside, sitting under a tree.
He has a book. He's ignoring it at the moment, though.
It's a nice evening, which might or might not be relevant.
He has a book. He's ignoring it at the moment, though.
It's a nice evening, which might or might not be relevant.
