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cutting_edgex23[OOM: Sometimes friends discuss all things electrical and mechanical. With metaphors.]
Sep. 12th, 2009
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Sep. 12th, 2009 06:44 amscurlockThere is a slightly-distressed outlaw downstairs in the bar, this morning. Of course, because he's an outlaw, it's not possible to tell that he's slightly-distressed by sight alone - he's gotten very good over the years at wearing the blank mask that says 'nothing is wrong' on his features.
Doc is at a booth near the window, watching the universe explode while drinking his morning coffee. And of course, by 'coffee' - since this is a slightly-distressed outlaw's coffee, on a Saturday - his drink might be more accurately described as whiskey with coffee. He's certainly not going to cue anyone in on that fact, though.
He's still older, and dressed in the clothes of his time, with his gun at his hip and his knife on the belt beside the Colt. He hasn't shaved in the last few days, and his facial hair is peppered with twin patches of grey on either side of his chin, but the look in his eyes is still that same steel-grey resolve that it's always been.
Botherable, even if he doesn't look it - and there are people he's keeping a watchful eye out for, while he's downstairs.
[ooc: Still the older!version (mid-thirties) of the pup, and open until it scrolls from the page.]
Doc is at a booth near the window, watching the universe explode while drinking his morning coffee. And of course, by 'coffee' - since this is a slightly-distressed outlaw's coffee, on a Saturday - his drink might be more accurately described as whiskey with coffee. He's certainly not going to cue anyone in on that fact, though.
He's still older, and dressed in the clothes of his time, with his gun at his hip and his knife on the belt beside the Colt. He hasn't shaved in the last few days, and his facial hair is peppered with twin patches of grey on either side of his chin, but the look in his eyes is still that same steel-grey resolve that it's always been.
Botherable, even if he doesn't look it - and there are people he's keeping a watchful eye out for, while he's downstairs.
[ooc: Still the older!version (mid-thirties) of the pup, and open until it scrolls from the page.]
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coreenfennel.livejournal.comThere is a bundle of laminated pictures at the Bar for Guppy, for Alex. They all feature Pingu going through various routines through the day, and a few showing things like, "No Touching," and other pictures that Coreen thought was relevant.
She heads back upstairs, with a smile and a satisfied look on her face.
She heads back upstairs, with a smile and a satisfied look on her face.
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Sep. 12th, 2009 05:47 pmarrow_greenWhen Oliver comes in through that door, he's grimacing in pain. Sometimes he hated being a crime fighter. But he's out of costume. And at the moment he has a hand wrapped around the end of an arrow that was embedded into his shoulder. He's done this before... Not that anyone has to know. So he's yet to realize that he's walked into Milliways and not his home.
[Tiny Tag: Oliver Queen]
[Tiny Tag: Oliver Queen]
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Sep. 12th, 2009 05:52 pmfindthegeck[OOM: Sativa and companion arrive at The Den.
Good News: They've found the man they're looking for. Bad News: he's in a bit of trouble. (Advisory: some harsh language)
Can't make the cash on an empty stomach.]
It's like this place is following her. First Klamath, now The Den. Not that Sativa minds when clean cold water isn't the priciest thing on the menu, which is important, what with money suddenly being a major issue.
Her current task involves retrieving a book the casino-bar lady Rebecca Dyer had lent to someone and hadn't gotten back. Sounds like a simple job for the money offered, but then you find out it was borrowed by a strung-out, brain-fried addict who can barely remember what day it was, never mind where he left the damn thing. Yet, she persevered.
After searching high and low, and somehow finding Milliways again as well, she decides to take a short break and find out what's so good about this book. So she's commandeered a couple of chairs, the second one to prop her feet up on, with a black one-sleeved leather jacket and a gunbelt draped over the backrest. A glass of ice-water (It's amazing how the ice gets into those cube shapes) within arm's reach, she runs her index finger along the page, lips moving as she reads. Or attempts to.
The cover says it's The Lavender Flower, by Dorothy Rixon.
Yeah, she has no clue.
[TinyTribalTag: Sativa (Fallout 2)]
Good News: They've found the man they're looking for. Bad News: he's in a bit of trouble. (Advisory: some harsh language)
Can't make the cash on an empty stomach.]
It's like this place is following her. First Klamath, now The Den. Not that Sativa minds when clean cold water isn't the priciest thing on the menu, which is important, what with money suddenly being a major issue.
Her current task involves retrieving a book the casino-bar lady Rebecca Dyer had lent to someone and hadn't gotten back. Sounds like a simple job for the money offered, but then you find out it was borrowed by a strung-out, brain-fried addict who can barely remember what day it was, never mind where he left the damn thing. Yet, she persevered.
After searching high and low, and somehow finding Milliways again as well, she decides to take a short break and find out what's so good about this book. So she's commandeered a couple of chairs, the second one to prop her feet up on, with a black one-sleeved leather jacket and a gunbelt draped over the backrest. A glass of ice-water (It's amazing how the ice gets into those cube shapes) within arm's reach, she runs her index finger along the page, lips moving as she reads. Or attempts to.
The cover says it's The Lavender Flower, by Dorothy Rixon.
Yeah, she has no clue.
[TinyTribalTag: Sativa (Fallout 2)]
Adult-Only Happy Hour!
Sep. 12th, 2009 07:00 pmspandexed-edie.livejournal.comIt was forty-five years ago today Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play two crazy kids in love met with some radiation that changed their lives forever.
Oh, Milliways. You poor, poor Bar. Tonight, for your Bartenders are two supervillians celebrating their anniversary. Spandexwoman is aptly dressed in a red spandex catsuit and boots, the only decoration on it is a single strawberry on her hip; her hair pulled into two loose pigtails to keep it out of her face. Her companion, Multifacet, is also wearing his retro costuming: dressed to the nines...for a demented ice cream man. A white suit with pink and brown pinstripes. And a hat. Of course there's a hat. They've also put enough money into the jute-box to have their favorites from the past forty-five years playing all night.
Apparently they're feeling nostalgic.
Oh, Milliways. You poor, poor Bar. Tonight, for your Bartenders are two supervillians celebrating their anniversary. Spandexwoman is aptly dressed in a red spandex catsuit and boots, the only decoration on it is a single strawberry on her hip; her hair pulled into two loose pigtails to keep it out of her face. Her companion, Multifacet, is also wearing his retro costuming: dressed to the nines...for a demented ice cream man. A white suit with pink and brown pinstripes. And a hat. Of course there's a hat. They've also put enough money into the jute-box to have their favorites from the past forty-five years playing all night.
Apparently they're feeling nostalgic.
Spandexwoman looks over at her lover with a grin before surveying the Bar. "Happy Hour's Open," she says loudly, before pouring two drinks for them.
[OOC: It would probably be wise to point out this should be an adult-pup only Happy Hour. Multifacet is feeling particularly strawberry and Spandexwoman will do nothing put instigate him while she gets progressively more intoxicated, and it wouldn't do to scar children for life, now would it? :D Of course it will not be anything beyond raunchy talk and maybe a few not-well-controlled substances...but still.]
[Two pups, two muns. Tag one, tag both!]
[OOC: It would probably be wise to point out this should be an adult-pup only Happy Hour. Multifacet is feeling particularly strawberry and Spandexwoman will do nothing put instigate him while she gets progressively more intoxicated, and it wouldn't do to scar children for life, now would it? :D Of course it will not be anything beyond raunchy talk and maybe a few not-well-controlled substances...but still.]
[Two pups, two muns. Tag one, tag both!]
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Sep. 12th, 2009 08:31 pmmakesthings[Not really OOMs: Sameth has visitors: Mia with baklava, X with questions, Teja with worry, Val with uncertainty and Malcolm with health concerns.]
Today, Sameth has decided that its time to leave the infirmary, he's well rested and doesn't feel as weak.
So after moving around the hole, he sits down by the fire and orders a good sized dinner from the wait rats.
He gets slightly glared at for causing the hole, but they do serve him after a while. A lot of his color has returned but not all of it and his wrist still has a few bruises though nowhere near as bad as before.
Tiny tag: Val von Doom (OOC: Open until it scrolls and not all of the visiting threads are finished.)
Today, Sameth has decided that its time to leave the infirmary, he's well rested and doesn't feel as weak.
So after moving around the hole, he sits down by the fire and orders a good sized dinner from the wait rats.
He gets slightly glared at for causing the hole, but they do serve him after a while. A lot of his color has returned but not all of it and his wrist still has a few bruises though nowhere near as bad as before.
Tiny tag: Val von Doom (OOC: Open until it scrolls and not all of the visiting threads are finished.)
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Sep. 12th, 2009 08:40 pmvenusadept_2[OOM: One down, three to go.]
There is a disturbance deep in the lake. After a moment there is a spout angled toward the shore nearest the bar.
When it drains back into the lake it leaves behind Felix, dripping wet but unharmed. To one side of him the grass is frosted; steam rises on the other side.
[OOC: I don't seem to be getting notifs, so be prepared for slow tagging.]
There is a disturbance deep in the lake. After a moment there is a spout angled toward the shore nearest the bar.
When it drains back into the lake it leaves behind Felix, dripping wet but unharmed. To one side of him the grass is frosted; steam rises on the other side.
[OOC: I don't seem to be getting notifs, so be prepared for slow tagging.]
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Sep. 12th, 2009 08:44 pmdark_dancerCata's considering writing up a sign for the Guild's doors, to be posted when she goes home: 'Just because we are planning to accept students in the near future does not mean we are ready to do so now.' She'd have less issue with it if she thought many of today's crowd would be back in three months' time, but as things stand...
Well. Sometimes, you just have to shoot things. It's a philosophy that's served her well in the past, and she suspects it will now as well.
It's just barely too dark for taking pot shots at the demon rabbits to be worth the effort, so she's settled on one of the targets. Considering she's got the rifle, there may not be much of the target left by the time she heads in for some supper. But that's all right; she'll feel much better, by that point.
(OOC: Open till it falls off the front page; susceptible to some slowtime tonight and tomorrow, but don't let that stop you. Tag her outside or inside.)
Well. Sometimes, you just have to shoot things. It's a philosophy that's served her well in the past, and she suspects it will now as well.
It's just barely too dark for taking pot shots at the demon rabbits to be worth the effort, so she's settled on one of the targets. Considering she's got the rifle, there may not be much of the target left by the time she heads in for some supper. But that's all right; she'll feel much better, by that point.
(OOC: Open till it falls off the front page; susceptible to some slowtime tonight and tomorrow, but don't let that stop you. Tag her outside or inside.)
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Sep. 12th, 2009 08:50 pmnotefulShe had the very best of intentions, when she found herself here.
There's work to do, for school, for the baseball game, for the apartment, for all kinds of things.
But the chair is comfortable, and the fire is nice, and it's been a very long day, and can anyone really blame Meg Ford for already being half asleep?
There's work to do, for school, for the baseball game, for the apartment, for all kinds of things.
But the chair is comfortable, and the fire is nice, and it's been a very long day, and can anyone really blame Meg Ford for already being half asleep?
queenfaraday.livejournal.com(OOM: Queenie's had a lot of fires to put out lately. Then a certain stripey bastard goes and makes things worse. She'll be settling his hash at the bartending session he's currently running.)
[tinytag: Queenie]
[tinytag: Queenie]
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Sep. 12th, 2009 09:27 pmparkerleeParker hasn’t been to Milliways since she arrived back in Neptune, three days ago.
To be fair, Parker hasn’t been outside of Seth’s apartment since she arrived back in Neptune, three days ago. They had had some serious catching up to do.
Serious, enthusiastic, athletic catching up.
But they were down to a slice of cold pizza, some canned soup, and a batch of tuna salad for breakfast. So Parker had slipped on shorts and a tee-shirt, left a note by the bed for Seth (who was still sound asleep) and gone in search of food.
Milliways had kindly appeared right outside Seth’s front door.
Parker—who does look a little like the cat that ate the radioactive canary—is lingering over coffee and a waffle piled with whipped cream and strawberries. She also has a large take-out box full of food to take back to Seth.
But she’s not in any hurry. Botherable.
To be fair, Parker hasn’t been outside of Seth’s apartment since she arrived back in Neptune, three days ago. They had had some serious catching up to do.
Serious, enthusiastic, athletic catching up.
But they were down to a slice of cold pizza, some canned soup, and a batch of tuna salad for breakfast. So Parker had slipped on shorts and a tee-shirt, left a note by the bed for Seth (who was still sound asleep) and gone in search of food.
Milliways had kindly appeared right outside Seth’s front door.
Parker—who does look a little like the cat that ate the radioactive canary—is lingering over coffee and a waffle piled with whipped cream and strawberries. She also has a large take-out box full of food to take back to Seth.
But she’s not in any hurry. Botherable.
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Sep. 12th, 2009 09:39 pmlilolo.livejournal.comLilo runs into Milliways, followed as usual by indistinct yelling. She races to the bar, where she whispers something, then runs into the bathroom with a wrapped package underarm.
A few minutes later, she emerges from the bathroom, wearing a long (fake) fur coat, a bowler hat, and a pair of plastic spectacles with a rubber nose and a mustache.
"Hhhhhallo," she announces to the bar at large in an indistinct accent somewhere between British and Spanglish. "Oi am Emu Snickers, Model Citizen, thoroughlay unnoteworthy patron of theese foine establishment! Barkeep, a chocolate milk! On the rocks."
A few minutes later, she emerges from the bathroom, wearing a long (fake) fur coat, a bowler hat, and a pair of plastic spectacles with a rubber nose and a mustache.
"Hhhhhallo," she announces to the bar at large in an indistinct accent somewhere between British and Spanglish. "Oi am Emu Snickers, Model Citizen, thoroughlay unnoteworthy patron of theese foine establishment! Barkeep, a chocolate milk! On the rocks."
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Sep. 12th, 2009 09:41 pmguppy_sandhu[oom: Blue and yellow.]
Free Walk-in clinic
The doctor is in
Guppy is in his usual spot in a booth near the door leading to the infirmary.
He has a soggy piece of paper and a magnifying glass, and is trying to decipher what was written on it.
Free Walk-in clinic
The doctor is in
Guppy is in his usual spot in a booth near the door leading to the infirmary.
He has a soggy piece of paper and a magnifying glass, and is trying to decipher what was written on it.
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Sep. 12th, 2009 09:59 pmaaaaaaaagh_skyEllen didn't sleep very well last night, for various reasons. She got up and took Dogmeat for a walk early this morning, but after that she's been a little lack-of-sleep addled most of the day. At the moment, she's wearing the black and tan uniform she got off the dead woman, as fresh and clean as she can get it, and contemplating the prospect of fried Cram and Dandy Boy candied apples for supper. (Contemplating in the sense that they're on her plate, but she's still working out whether she really wants to eat them yet or not.)
She could probably be bothered in the meantime, or Dogmeat could; he got himself a STICK when they were outside, and he will growl at anyone who tries to take his STICK away.
She could probably be bothered in the meantime, or Dogmeat could; he got himself a STICK when they were outside, and he will growl at anyone who tries to take his STICK away.
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Sep. 12th, 2009 10:03 pmfiery_ringA paper aeroplane flies through the door and lands on the floor, where it is picked up by a waitrat and taken to the bar.
Inside is a note, for Demeter and Teja.
( Demeter and Teja )
Inside is a note, for Demeter and Teja.
( Demeter and Teja )
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Sep. 12th, 2009 11:07 pmacts_of_gordOut of Milliways:
The Aperture Science Abrams Island Research Facility is gone. Welcome, gentle reader, to:
City 08.
[tinytag: Chell Johnson]
The Aperture Science Abrams Island Research Facility is gone. Welcome, gentle reader, to:
City 08.
[tinytag: Chell Johnson]
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Sep. 12th, 2009 11:46 pmloyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com[OOM: In Room 108, sometime after Nathaniel returns from St. Louis, there is some pillow talk about the current state of affairs in St. Louis. Warnings only for language.]
