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Sep. 27th, 2009 01:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
walksthebounds[OOM: There's just one problem with daring escape attempts: if they fail, you end up having to face the consequences.]
Sep. 27th, 2009
walksthebounds
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Sep. 27th, 2009 01:30 amisaysimplewords[OOM, Millitimed to just after Cal's last entrance post: In which Esfir Shostakovna visits Cal's new home for the first time, and makes a new friend.]
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Sep. 27th, 2009 01:47 amalmosthonorable[ oom: sometimes, caregivers need caretakers, too.
[ ooc: millitime violated like a parking meter, y'all; the first thread takes place just after this conversation between fira and kate barlow ]
sometimes,
those caregivers are
animal cracker-wielding cowboys. ]
[ ooc: millitime violated like a parking meter, y'all; the first thread takes place just after this conversation between fira and kate barlow ]
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Sep. 27th, 2009 10:46 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
lillord1eye.livejournal.comCiel has his cane with him this morning, sitting up on top of the Bar.
It won't be doing much more than sitting there, today. That and possibly being thrown out - the round, black thing is snapped in two an inch above its middle, the wood splintered and jutting in all directions, thanks to the rough break.
The short prop's owner, meanwhile, has his lips pressed tight in a quiet show of frustration, mood unswayed by the chocolate-drenched, strawberry-topped cake he's picking at.
"How did he even get hold of it?" The boy mutters to himself.
"Did he mistake it for a sapling?"
Ciel's gardener is not the best, when it comes to trees.
(OOC: Open all day; will be slow off and on.)
It won't be doing much more than sitting there, today. That and possibly being thrown out - the round, black thing is snapped in two an inch above its middle, the wood splintered and jutting in all directions, thanks to the rough break.
The short prop's owner, meanwhile, has his lips pressed tight in a quiet show of frustration, mood unswayed by the chocolate-drenched, strawberry-topped cake he's picking at.
"How did he even get hold of it?" The boy mutters to himself.
"Did he mistake it for a sapling?"
Ciel's gardener is not the best, when it comes to trees.
(OOC: Open all day; will be slow off and on.)
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Sep. 27th, 2009 11:14 amyoung_tmriddleThe bloody Goodge Street Guild - and its incessant whining of complaints that inevitably escalate into much greater debacles - has kept Tom from entering the bar in the past couple of weeks. The latest spiral of need has been tamped down, however, and he slips into the bar for a scotch.
He's curious about goings on here. He hasn't had time to collar anyone on Security who is associated with the House to find out more about Blodwen's return. When he sees Alanna's note, he begins a response. Apparently there is news to discover, indeed.
ooc: I am finally back from work busyness and will be in and out all day, as I plan to do little besides relax today!
He's curious about goings on here. He hasn't had time to collar anyone on Security who is associated with the House to find out more about Blodwen's return. When he sees Alanna's note, he begins a response. Apparently there is news to discover, indeed.
ooc: I am finally back from work busyness and will be in and out all day, as I plan to do little besides relax today!
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Sep. 27th, 2009 02:23 pmboundxkittyLiz.
Couch.
Chili-cheese fries slowly disappearing.
Completely botherable and in the mood for company.
Couch.
Chili-cheese fries slowly disappearing.
Completely botherable and in the mood for company.
First entrance!
Sep. 27th, 2009 06:58 pmstalinova-k.livejournal.com[OOM: Midmorning in the Tartarus 13 Superhuman Detention Facility.]
--but does not wind up exactly where she'd thought.
One prison-orange-jumpsuit-clad, reformed and then unreformed again supervillain walks into a bar.
It's not quite the setup to a bad joke, but add a few drinks and it probably will be.
Help an escapee out?
[tinytags: kremlina][open until it scrolls! :D]
--but does not wind up exactly where she'd thought.
One prison-orange-jumpsuit-clad, reformed and then unreformed again supervillain walks into a bar.
It's not quite the setup to a bad joke, but add a few drinks and it probably will be.
Help an escapee out?
[tinytags: kremlina][open until it scrolls! :D]
multipup post!
Sep. 27th, 2009 07:19 pmsong_tra_bongWhen Mary Anne takes a seat at the bar, she is presented with a glass of tequila and a book entitled The Care and Keeping of Exotic Plants. She can't help laughing and pages through the table of contents while she sips her drink.
Artemis, on the other hand, is sprawled on one of the couches. It's autumn now, with Kore gone to be Persephone and the weather turning colder. She's thinking about moving somewhere closer to home for the winter. Until then, there are sinfully comfortable cushions and a bottle of hard cider.
[ooc: open all week, kids. it's good to be back.]
Artemis, on the other hand, is sprawled on one of the couches. It's autumn now, with Kore gone to be Persephone and the weather turning colder. She's thinking about moving somewhere closer to home for the winter. Until then, there are sinfully comfortable cushions and a bottle of hard cider.
[ooc: open all week, kids. it's good to be back.]
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Sep. 27th, 2009 08:07 pmnot_lugosiBela sits in an arm chair beside the fire tonight. On the end table is a cup of Irish coffee and a plate of scones.
She doesn't look sad, but she doesn't look happy, either. She is watching the fire and the trilobytes therein. Which are way too fucking weird for her to even contemplate even after all this time.
Tiny tag: D'Hoffryn
She doesn't look sad, but she doesn't look happy, either. She is watching the fire and the trilobytes therein. Which are way too fucking weird for her to even contemplate even after all this time.
Tiny tag: D'Hoffryn
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Sep. 27th, 2009 08:56 pmanita_blake[OOM: Anita goes to visit Richard and discusses how to be a leader and babies, followed by what makes babies.
Warning for smut]
Warning for smut]
Forge post
Sep. 27th, 2009 09:34 pmostro_gothTeja is in the forge, sharpening some sahs knives.
The cats are warming themselves by the forge fire, as mornings are rather nippy by now.
Little grey Count, however, is trying to catch sparks.
The forge doors are open, and Teja will gladly speak to anyone, be they customer or merely curious, or another that works in the forge.
[[OOC: Forge post open until it scrolls, as always.]]
The cats are warming themselves by the forge fire, as mornings are rather nippy by now.
Little grey Count, however, is trying to catch sparks.
The forge doors are open, and Teja will gladly speak to anyone, be they customer or merely curious, or another that works in the forge.
[[OOC: Forge post open until it scrolls, as always.]]
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Sep. 27th, 2009 09:35 pmmoon_kanji[oom: Light makes the single worst mistake of his career, if it can be called that. Extracted from Death Note volume 1]
It's hard to tell from his fairly passive expression, but Light is royally pissed off.
He's in a corner, with a very large bar of chocolate and a soda, watching the patrons as usual. It'll buy him time while he thinks about his next move.
It's hard to tell from his fairly passive expression, but Light is royally pissed off.
He's in a corner, with a very large bar of chocolate and a soda, watching the patrons as usual. It'll buy him time while he thinks about his next move.
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Sep. 27th, 2009 09:54 pm27_53Skellig is out on a rock by the lake, standing up tall, arms spread and eyes closed -- letting the wind whip through his fingers as it sends ripples across the dark water. He is wearing a long coat mother said you'll catch cold if you stay out all night and his wings are hidden beneath the worn black fabric, though those with sensitive hearing will catch the rustle of feathers against fabric on the breeze.
He's humming under his breath come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away and he might be shuffling his feet on that rock if you can use some exotic booze but it could very well be just the wind pushing him around there's a bar in far bombay since it appears that his feet aren't quite touching the cold, stone surface.
It's Milliways. Weirder things have happened.
[open for all takers, if my net suddenly bites the dust then slows will be in effect]
He's humming under his breath come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away and he might be shuffling his feet on that rock if you can use some exotic booze but it could very well be just the wind pushing him around there's a bar in far bombay since it appears that his feet aren't quite touching the cold, stone surface.
It's Milliways. Weirder things have happened.
[open for all takers, if my net suddenly bites the dust then slows will be in effect]
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Sep. 27th, 2009 10:09 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy is on the floor near the trilobite tank, playing with his young son. Alex is contentedly arranging plastic toy zoo animals into groups according to animal.
There are lots of animals, if anyone else wants to play.
There are lots of animals, if anyone else wants to play.
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Sep. 27th, 2009 11:05 pmfanofthegenreIt's been a long time since Beckett's seen any sign of Milliways.
Long enough for the reevaluation of a partnership, among other things.
But Castle's back working with her, as long as he agrees never to bring up the subject of her mother again, and they just closed their first case, and all in all, Beckett's feeling pretty good. It's been a number of months since the door showed up, and this time, when it does, she welcomes it with a sort of subdued optimism.
She'll be sitting at a corner table, finishing up some last-minute paperwork, a cup of coffee still steaming nearby.
Distractions are welcome.
[ ooc: recycling an EP; tags welcome. ]
Long enough for the reevaluation of a partnership, among other things.
But Castle's back working with her, as long as he agrees never to bring up the subject of her mother again, and they just closed their first case, and all in all, Beckett's feeling pretty good. It's been a number of months since the door showed up, and this time, when it does, she welcomes it with a sort of subdued optimism.
She'll be sitting at a corner table, finishing up some last-minute paperwork, a cup of coffee still steaming nearby.
Distractions are welcome.
[ ooc: recycling an EP; tags welcome. ]
