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lissla-lissar.livejournal.comOut of Milliways: The stress of waiting for whatever comes next sparks nightmares. Warning for talking around the subject of incestuous rape, no details.
Aug. 30th, 2009
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alertcommandoOutside, the firing range. Very early morning
Milliways, have a commando exercising with guns, hitting bullseye after bullseye with the same ease of breathing: Tanya perhaps can feel the winds of war brewing back home, and that is why she felt compelled to practice.
Or maybe she was simply bored. Anyone care to find out?
[ Tanya Adams ]
Milliways, have a commando exercising with guns, hitting bullseye after bullseye with the same ease of breathing: Tanya perhaps can feel the winds of war brewing back home, and that is why she felt compelled to practice.
Or maybe she was simply bored. Anyone care to find out?
[ Tanya Adams ]
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Aug. 30th, 2009 03:04 amglenview7537.livejournal.comPhilip Marlowe, Investigator.
Newspaper and coffee.
Milliways is a welcome break from the heat of Los Angeles and the endless stream of human misery, thus he is relaxed and in good spirits.
Company and conversation would make it even better.
[ Philip Marlowe ]
Newspaper and coffee.
Milliways is a welcome break from the heat of Los Angeles and the endless stream of human misery, thus he is relaxed and in good spirits.
Company and conversation would make it even better.
[ Philip Marlowe ]
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Aug. 30th, 2009 11:12 amnotefulMeg Ford. Table. Lemonade. Notebooks. Baseball rule books.
Must be Sunday, right?
[OOC: Mun is multitasking and cleaning and stuff, tags may be slow and a little erratic, but open all day]
Must be Sunday, right?
[OOC: Mun is multitasking and cleaning and stuff, tags may be slow and a little erratic, but open all day]
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Aug. 30th, 2009 01:23 pmikissdhimbck[OOM (Part Two):
Sometimes in our lives we all have pain
We all have sorrow
But if we are wise
We know that there's always tomorrow
tiny!tag: The Russian Astronaut
We all have sorrow
But if we are wise
We know that there's always tomorrow
*waves magical millitime wand yet again* August 5th, la la la, previous oom linked, do do do. Warnings for brief language, and moar snark from our favorite tiny Russian.]
tiny!tag: The Russian Astronaut
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Aug. 30th, 2009 03:45 pmblinkandyoumiss.livejournal.comBart has totally been around, stfu. You just haven't noticed him. Because he's that cool.
And he's drawing in a corner booth. Lazy mun is lazy.
And he's drawing in a corner booth. Lazy mun is lazy.
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Aug. 30th, 2009 04:47 pmalmosthonorableBen's behind the bar.
Despite the small stack of conversational napkins near his elbow, he's still not quite sure how this happened.
Well, then.
Specials
bourbon and whiskey 1/2 off
tell your 'tender the difference between the two, your drink's on him
"Who's thirsty?"
[ tiny tags: philip marlowe, pleakley ]
Despite the small stack of conversational napkins near his elbow, he's still not quite sure how this happened.
Well, then.
bourbon and whiskey 1/2 off
tell your 'tender the difference between the two, your drink's on him
"Who's thirsty?"
[ tiny tags: philip marlowe, pleakley ]
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Aug. 30th, 2009 05:19 pmfindsthesunA young Elf, dressed in sturdy green and brown cloth and soft leather shoes with a plain bow-and-quiver on his back, walks into the bar.
It can, perhaps, be forgiven that his first reaction is wariness--his hand flicks towards the bone-handled hunting knife at his belt. Then he laughs, bell-like. "A tavern of Men, in the middle of the forest? I have not heard tell of this."
[OOC: See here for a thorough description of Legolas, please!]
It can, perhaps, be forgiven that his first reaction is wariness--his hand flicks towards the bone-handled hunting knife at his belt. Then he laughs, bell-like. "A tavern of Men, in the middle of the forest? I have not heard tell of this."
[OOC: See here for a thorough description of Legolas, please!]
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Aug. 30th, 2009 08:07 pmthursdays_angelCastiel comes into the bar through the front door this evening, his nose buried in a set of schematics for bleachers. The ball field (outside, a fair jaunt from the lake) is slowly taking shape, but there is still much work to be done.
He read-walks his way over to Bar, where he sets a metal nut on its surface.
“I need a wrench that will fit this, please.”
The tool promptly materializes.
“Thank you.”
Castiel drops the wrench into the pocket of his coat, flips to the next page of the schematic, and makes his way back outside.
Botherable at any point.
He read-walks his way over to Bar, where he sets a metal nut on its surface.
“I need a wrench that will fit this, please.”
The tool promptly materializes.
“Thank you.”
Castiel drops the wrench into the pocket of his coat, flips to the next page of the schematic, and makes his way back outside.
Botherable at any point.
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Aug. 30th, 2009 08:15 pmbannion_sightIt's been a little while -- Kim's been busy catching up with everything at home that had needed attention after her vacation.
Tonight, though, she's finished early enough to have both time and energy to stop by the bar for a few hours (especially given that it has been a while, after all).
She'd checked in at the infirmary first to pick up an on-call button, and then with the bar to get a cup of coffee. Mug in hand, Kim's now busy looking for an empty booth - or, alternately, an occupied one with an extra seat and someone who likes company.
Tonight, though, she's finished early enough to have both time and energy to stop by the bar for a few hours (especially given that it has been a while, after all).
She'd checked in at the infirmary first to pick up an on-call button, and then with the bar to get a cup of coffee. Mug in hand, Kim's now busy looking for an empty booth - or, alternately, an occupied one with an extra seat and someone who likes company.
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Aug. 30th, 2009 09:26 pmikissdhimbck[OOM (Parts Three and Four):
Please swallow your pride
If I have things you need to borrow
For no one can fill those of your needs
That you don't let show
[tiny!tag: The Russian Astronaut]
If I have things you need to borrow
For no one can fill those of your needs
That you don't let show
The last of the August 5th millitimes, woo! Warnings for language, white text, and vague-ish allusions to intimacy in the first link; and more vague handwaviness in the second.]
[tiny!tag: The Russian Astronaut]
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Aug. 30th, 2009 09:41 pmikissdhimbckKate has been keeping a low profile over the last month. What time she's spent in the bar for meals and drinks has been spent in dark corners where she's gone unnoticed by most patrons, watching silently for threatening activity. She's been quick about her work in the stables, and has never taken Beaut out without her guns on her hips.
It's been a month since Doc returned, ten years older and tougher; a month since that morning she nearly got herself (not to mention Bill) killed. She hasn't been to see Boo (you best keep yourself away from her, sinner). She hasn't seen Ramon (check over your shoulder again; that shadow, is it him?). She's spent the majority of her time in her room -- or in Doc's -- letting the man fuss over her.
Things are still awkward. But they are what they are.
Tonight, she has herself seated at the far end of the Bar, nursing her third glass of whiskey. There is an orange little fuzzball accompanying her this evening -- one of Doc's kittens, the little runt. He's nursing a dish of warm milk, occasionally pouncing on the odd shadow that filters across Bar's surface. Every time somebody strays too close to Kate, he arches his back and jumps with a "FFT FFT FFT!" ears flat against his head.
It seems Kate has herself a bodyguard.
She's nearly finished with her glass, which means she'll be taking the bottle (and the kitten) back to her room shortly. Her new rule is never to get too drunk in public. It's no longer safe for her anymore.
Catch her while you can.
[open all week, but slowtimes needed after Thursday]
It's been a month since Doc returned, ten years older and tougher; a month since that morning she nearly got herself (not to mention Bill) killed. She hasn't been to see Boo (you best keep yourself away from her, sinner). She hasn't seen Ramon (check over your shoulder again; that shadow, is it him?). She's spent the majority of her time in her room -- or in Doc's -- letting the man fuss over her.
Things are still awkward. But they are what they are.
Tonight, she has herself seated at the far end of the Bar, nursing her third glass of whiskey. There is an orange little fuzzball accompanying her this evening -- one of Doc's kittens, the little runt. He's nursing a dish of warm milk, occasionally pouncing on the odd shadow that filters across Bar's surface. Every time somebody strays too close to Kate, he arches his back and jumps with a "FFT FFT FFT!" ears flat against his head.
It seems Kate has herself a bodyguard.
She's nearly finished with her glass, which means she'll be taking the bottle (and the kitten) back to her room shortly. Her new rule is never to get too drunk in public. It's no longer safe for her anymore.
Catch her while you can.
[open all week, but slowtimes needed after Thursday]
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Aug. 30th, 2009 10:08 pmdark_dancerCata's feeling rather better than the other day, and with the improvement in condition, her mind has turned to other things. Namely, the fact that she's got... let's call it a standing arrangement more so than a date, and it's best to be prepared for a situation like that.
It occurred to her that she's going to need something to wear for the occasion; seeking the Bar's assistance got her something she thinks can be made to work. But she wouldn't be comfortable without at least some concealed weapons, and poison won't be enough, much as she likes it.
She'd take this to Viola, but Viola would have more questions than Cata thinks she can answer, at present. But between having a friend who does seamstress work and some elements of the whitewashing experience, she thinks she'll be able to manage something that should work.
At present, she's got the dress inside-out on a table, and is considering where to start and how not to create undue bulges.
It occurred to her that she's going to need something to wear for the occasion; seeking the Bar's assistance got her something she thinks can be made to work. But she wouldn't be comfortable without at least some concealed weapons, and poison won't be enough, much as she likes it.
She'd take this to Viola, but Viola would have more questions than Cata thinks she can answer, at present. But between having a friend who does seamstress work and some elements of the whitewashing experience, she thinks she'll be able to manage something that should work.
At present, she's got the dress inside-out on a table, and is considering where to start and how not to create undue bulges.
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Aug. 30th, 2009 10:16 pmarrow_greenWhen he comes in he's wearing jeans, a white shirt and a green jacket. There's also a bow in his hand with a quiver at his back. Though when he sees where he's at he raises a slight brow. "Hello to you too, beautiful." Yes, he's talking to the Bar leave him alone.
Walking over to a table he sets the quiver down before placing the bow down on top of it. Those eyes look around the room for a moment seeing a few people that he didn't know. Not that he knew any of them around there. But he gives a nod and sits down. "A glass of apple juice, please." Why not? It's healthy.
On top of that the archer is botherable as well.
[Tiny Tag: Oliver Queen]
Walking over to a table he sets the quiver down before placing the bow down on top of it. Those eyes look around the room for a moment seeing a few people that he didn't know. Not that he knew any of them around there. But he gives a nod and sits down. "A glass of apple juice, please." Why not? It's healthy.
On top of that the archer is botherable as well.
[Tiny Tag: Oliver Queen]
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Aug. 30th, 2009 10:25 pmmr_gaetaWhap.
If Gaeta's going to play baseball, he's going to need to learn how to play it first.
Thwack.
He started out with the theoretical, paging through a few books from Bar; now he's moved on to the practical, bat in hand and a bucket of baseballs at his feet.
Whiff -- "Godsdammit." (Beat.) Thwack.
For never having played, he's not doing too terrible a job...but he is sending baseballs all over the lake grounds, and it's dark enough that they're a little hard to see coming.
If Gaeta's going to play baseball, he's going to need to learn how to play it first.
Thwack.
He started out with the theoretical, paging through a few books from Bar; now he's moved on to the practical, bat in hand and a bucket of baseballs at his feet.
Whiff -- "Godsdammit." (Beat.) Thwack.
For never having played, he's not doing too terrible a job...but he is sending baseballs all over the lake grounds, and it's dark enough that they're a little hard to see coming.
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Aug. 30th, 2009 10:38 pmfiery_ringCarlotta is near a sofa, with a large tin box, trying not to cause a disturbance.
With a very innocent expression, she tries to coax something out from under the sofa into the box, whilst not looking like she's doing so.
With a very innocent expression, she tries to coax something out from under the sofa into the box, whilst not looking like she's doing so.
