Oct. 2nd, 2009
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Oct. 2nd, 2009 08:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scurlockNot-quite OOM:
"I'm sorry. For not understandin'."
"I don't even understand a good portion of it, an' I was there."
[Milli-timed back to the 20th; the night Ramon decided he should get in touch with his 'roots'. No major warnings, just a little bit of mild language and very slightly-possible nsfw.]
"I don't even understand a good portion of it, an' I was there."
[Milli-timed back to the 20th; the night Ramon decided he should get in touch with his 'roots'. No major warnings, just a little bit of mild language and very slightly-possible nsfw.]
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Oct. 2nd, 2009 10:07 amgorgonfondnessWeek 19.
Week 19.
Week Almost-Halfway-Done 19.
Which means this baby blanket needs to get done. It seems to be staying caught up, but the baby is getting bigger. Not to mention moving around. So the Guildmaster is reclining on a sofa, crocheting the green blanket and talking. It's a nice little story that she's making up as she goes.
"Once upon the time, there was a little gorgon who lived in a pond. His favorite thing to do was to swim. All day he would swim circles around his pond. There were plenty of good plants and flies to eat and nice trees to keep the sun from drying up his pretty green skin. But a drought soon came, that means it didn't rain for a while, and his pond dried up. The poor gorgon was so sad. He cried as he made his way through the nearby woods..."
Anyone want to know what happens next?
[ooc: Boy, that took longer to write than I thought it would take. I gotta get to class, but this is open all day and I'll likely reply tonight or, worst case scenario, tomorrow.]
Week 19.
Week Almost-Halfway-Done 19.
Which means this baby blanket needs to get done. It seems to be staying caught up, but the baby is getting bigger. Not to mention moving around. So the Guildmaster is reclining on a sofa, crocheting the green blanket and talking. It's a nice little story that she's making up as she goes.
"Once upon the time, there was a little gorgon who lived in a pond. His favorite thing to do was to swim. All day he would swim circles around his pond. There were plenty of good plants and flies to eat and nice trees to keep the sun from drying up his pretty green skin. But a drought soon came, that means it didn't rain for a while, and his pond dried up. The poor gorgon was so sad. He cried as he made his way through the nearby woods..."
Anyone want to know what happens next?
[ooc: Boy, that took longer to write than I thought it would take. I gotta get to class, but this is open all day and I'll likely reply tonight or, worst case scenario, tomorrow.]
Entrance Post
Oct. 2nd, 2009 11:56 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
puzzlingprof.livejournal.com"Oh my."
These are the simple, stunned words of a man who is wondering where his apartment has gone off to. He has nothing against taverns and other such establishments, he simply prefers they not pop up unexpectedly when he's trying to get home. He considers that a reasonable thing to ask, but today it seems like he'll have no such luck.
As he glances around, newspaper tucked under his arm, Layton wonders if perhaps he's simply confused his home address with that of a pub he's never noticed before. When he turns around to leave, however, Layton discovers that he's not only misplaced his own home, but also the door he entered by.
"Well, this is troublesome."
Is a relaxing afternoon with a new puzzle really too much to ask?
These are the simple, stunned words of a man who is wondering where his apartment has gone off to. He has nothing against taverns and other such establishments, he simply prefers they not pop up unexpectedly when he's trying to get home. He considers that a reasonable thing to ask, but today it seems like he'll have no such luck.
As he glances around, newspaper tucked under his arm, Layton wonders if perhaps he's simply confused his home address with that of a pub he's never noticed before. When he turns around to leave, however, Layton discovers that he's not only misplaced his own home, but also the door he entered by.
"Well, this is troublesome."
Is a relaxing afternoon with a new puzzle really too much to ask?
Baby's First (Co-)Bartending.
Oct. 2nd, 2009 07:06 pmrealmrsreynolds"...I ain't sure that I know what I'm doin' here, Bar."
Barman, to Sallie, is very much an administrative gig.
"Can you at least point me in the right direction?"
A napkin appears with an arrow pointing to a woman with hair that's more brown than red; a face that Sallie's never seen before. It's worth a shot.
"Look to makin' some coin?" Sallie calls.
Ellen's down at the end of the bar, sweating beer in hand, but she's keeping a good eye on the door that's likely to pop up any second now. She's convinced.
It doesn't take her more than a couple seconds to figure out somebody's talking to her - and that somebody's standing behind the bar for a change.
"What did you have in mind?"
Two bartenders, one happy hour. That's special enough. Right?
[ooc:Ellen Harvelle or Sallie Reynolds unless specifically asking for both or Carly and I feel inspired? And I'm far more likely to drop off before Carly does. Have at! Carly and Ellen are still about until she notifies you otherwise. All current Sallie threads are invited to slowtime through the weekend. <333]
Barman, to Sallie, is very much an administrative gig.
"Can you at least point me in the right direction?"
A napkin appears with an arrow pointing to a woman with hair that's more brown than red; a face that Sallie's never seen before. It's worth a shot.
"Look to makin' some coin?" Sallie calls.
Ellen's down at the end of the bar, sweating beer in hand, but she's keeping a good eye on the door that's likely to pop up any second now. She's convinced.
It doesn't take her more than a couple seconds to figure out somebody's talking to her - and that somebody's standing behind the bar for a change.
"What did you have in mind?"
Two bartenders, one happy hour. That's special enough. Right?
[ooc:
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Oct. 2nd, 2009 08:35 pmnot_lugosiBela finds the door to Milliways from her hotel room in Chicago. It's very convenient; she was wondering if she'd have to wait until she got back to New York.
She hopes Elle is around. They've talked about doing a job together, and Bela thinks she has a perfect one for them.
In the meantime, she's dying for a drink.
She hopes Elle is around. They've talked about doing a job together, and Bela thinks she has a perfect one for them.
In the meantime, she's dying for a drink.
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Oct. 2nd, 2009 08:53 pmpuckishly.livejournal.comPuck is sitting by the fire, and he is surrounded by a pile of books.
Some of them are poetry, and some of them are legends, and they are written in a hodgepodge of languages and mostly old and moldering. He flips through them idly, more like somebody with a divining rod looking for water than a scholar looking for information. Occasionally he glances up-- looking for some people, and looking out for others.
Unrelated-- or apparently unrelated-- the notice board features a large, white piece of paper, blank but for a single scrawled question:
How does one rid the land of a pestilence?
[ooc: Hi Milliways! Talk to Puck or just answer the question-- I'm easy either way. Here for a few hours and then slowtiming; ping at Merky Dee with questions.]
Some of them are poetry, and some of them are legends, and they are written in a hodgepodge of languages and mostly old and moldering. He flips through them idly, more like somebody with a divining rod looking for water than a scholar looking for information. Occasionally he glances up-- looking for some people, and looking out for others.
Unrelated-- or apparently unrelated-- the notice board features a large, white piece of paper, blank but for a single scrawled question:
How does one rid the land of a pestilence?
[ooc: Hi Milliways! Talk to Puck or just answer the question-- I'm easy either way. Here for a few hours and then slowtiming; ping at Merky Dee with questions.]
First Entrance
Oct. 2nd, 2009 08:56 pmcaring-hand.livejournal.com A very confused Penny stumbles into the Bar. She's not quite feeling herself right now. That may be because she's died. Oops!
She's got one hand to the side of her head, as she looks for someone familiar.
"Where am I?"
Well, Captain Hammer will save her, right? Right?
[Tiny New!Tag: Penny]
Open until she gets a new one!
She's got one hand to the side of her head, as she looks for someone familiar.
"Where am I?"
Well, Captain Hammer will save her, right? Right?
[Tiny New!Tag: Penny]
Open until she gets a new one!
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Oct. 2nd, 2009 09:35 pmguppy_sandhuFrom outside the door is an "Owwww!", then Guppy ushers his wayward toddler in towards the bar.
Alex sucks on his sippy cup, looking the picture of innocence. Guppy gets some antiseptic from the bar to clean the new bite mark on his hand.
While he's busy with that, Alex turns his cup over and shakes water out of it all over the floor.
Alex sucks on his sippy cup, looking the picture of innocence. Guppy gets some antiseptic from the bar to clean the new bite mark on his hand.
While he's busy with that, Alex turns his cup over and shakes water out of it all over the floor.
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Oct. 2nd, 2009 09:35 pmnotefulMeg, this evening, stops for tea and comes away with a note from her sister:
M -- I found this pinned to the announcement board at the library here. It'd sure be easier to park than a car, but can you imagine me riding one of these things? -- K (Enclosed is a 'for-sale' advertisement for a reconditioned 1980 Triumph Bonneville.)
Frankly, no, Meg can't quite imagine her sister tooling around the English countryside on a motorcycle. But for the moment, she's ignoring her tea while she tries to.
M -- I found this pinned to the announcement board at the library here. It'd sure be easier to park than a car, but can you imagine me riding one of these things? -- K (Enclosed is a 'for-sale' advertisement for a reconditioned 1980 Triumph Bonneville.)
Frankly, no, Meg can't quite imagine her sister tooling around the English countryside on a motorcycle. But for the moment, she's ignoring her tea while she tries to.
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Oct. 2nd, 2009 09:39 pmwolflord_andainThere are ways and ways that time may pass between the bar and the worlds outside it. Galadan is -- when it concerns him -- careful not to spend too much time in any one place.
It's far too easy to lose track of matters when one is so careless as that.
This may explain why he's made his way into Milliways this evening, settled in an armchair near the fire with wine and several books.
Even a tutor such as Galadan needs to prepare materials for the next lecture. Or the next few forthcoming lectures. There is virtue in being well-prepared.
And also a great deal of pragmatism.
It's far too easy to lose track of matters when one is so careless as that.
This may explain why he's made his way into Milliways this evening, settled in an armchair near the fire with wine and several books.
Even a tutor such as Galadan needs to prepare materials for the next lecture. Or the next few forthcoming lectures. There is virtue in being well-prepared.
And also a great deal of pragmatism.
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Oct. 2nd, 2009 09:40 pmthursdays_angelNow that baseball has reached a successful (if somewhat bunny-riddled) conclusion, Castiel is back to observing again. He sits at a table near the middle of the bar, hands folded, head turning occasionally to watch someone pass by.
Without a field to build, signs to write, or a team to organize, Castiel finds himself oddly restless. It is not a feeling that he experiences often, which is fortunate, because he doesn’t find it especially pleasant.
But he trusts that it will pass in time.
In the meantime, distraction or other occupation would be helpful.
Without a field to build, signs to write, or a team to organize, Castiel finds himself oddly restless. It is not a feeling that he experiences often, which is fortunate, because he doesn’t find it especially pleasant.
But he trusts that it will pass in time.
In the meantime, distraction or other occupation would be helpful.
Entrance Post.
Oct. 2nd, 2009 10:51 pmnotaphony.livejournal.comIt's a Friday afternoon at Sterling Cooper, which means half of the girls have gone home - or out, more accurately. She'd be ready to join them in a heartbeat if it weren't for the fact that she's forgotten one of her gloves and has to ride the elevator back up to get it.
She's busy rummaging through her purse for a cigarette as the doors open, her high heels echoing loudly on a hard floor, and as a result, she doesn't even realize she's not back in the office until the door clicks shut behind her.
That's when she snaps to attention, because a click is really quite different than the ding that normally sounds when the elevator doors close.
And instead of being greeted with the familiar halls of Sterling Cooper, there's a bar in its place to contend with.
"Well," Joan breathes, her cigarette artfully poised between index and middle finger.
[ tiny tag: joan holloway ]
[ ooc: slowtime soon, but feel free to continue tagging in. ]
She's busy rummaging through her purse for a cigarette as the doors open, her high heels echoing loudly on a hard floor, and as a result, she doesn't even realize she's not back in the office until the door clicks shut behind her.
That's when she snaps to attention, because a click is really quite different than the ding that normally sounds when the elevator doors close.
And instead of being greeted with the familiar halls of Sterling Cooper, there's a bar in its place to contend with.
"Well," Joan breathes, her cigarette artfully poised between index and middle finger.
[ tiny tag: joan holloway ]
[ ooc: slowtime soon, but feel free to continue tagging in. ]
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Oct. 2nd, 2009 11:01 pmchartreuse_eyedThere is a wereleopard in the bar, lazily stretched over one of the couches and completely unrepentant about it. It's close to the full moon, and the tension that comes with that--given Milliways' shifter contingent--is almost palpable.
He's peoplewatching.And not at all looking menacing with those predatory eyes, not at all.
He's peoplewatching.
