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[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

Before Things.


On further Laini and Mother's Road Trip Adventures-

[OOM: We'd like to say that the most interesting thing that happens here is that Laini crashes the Winnebago. But that's not it.]




[Foglio's tag: Darryl 'Mother' Roskow]

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[tocrushdepth.livejournal.com]

Jesse's got an ice cream cone in her hand, and a look of happy expectation on her face. As she steps through the door and into Milliways, the expectant look turns to a look of startled confusion, and then dawning comprehension.

The ice cream cone just changes into a slightly more drippy ice cream cone.

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

OOM:

"No, no, not those shriveled black things! I'm talking real trees; green leaves, brown bark, photosynthesis, all that good stuff..."



[Spoilers for Fallout 3.]

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[lillord1eye.livejournal.com]

The front door opens with a soft whoosh of air to reveal a dark-haired boy standing behind it, looking quite confused in his long, white night-shirt. His usual eye-patch is nowhere to be seen, though he promptly claps a hand over the uncovered eye.

With a little grunt, the door swings shut. And then, a minute later, it flicks open again - the same boy behind it, patch tied on this time but still in his night-clothes. He glares out at the Bar in soft annoyance for a moment, and then the door is shut again, harder than before.

Open, shut. Open, shut. Open, shut...until, finally, his patience wears thin, and he marches with gritted teeth and an air of offended dignity straight towards Milliways' bathroom, arms folded tight across his chest.

A minute or two later, one can find him sulking sitting at the Bar and glaring looking down at a glass of ice water.

"This will teach me to get up before Sebastian comes by," he grumbles to himself.

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[redefinevictory]

The door opens and a girl walks through. Skirt and blouse and Roman-style sandals, a mass of black hair she is in the midst of combing. But she stops, falls back with her mouth open because she’s seen the Window and-

(if your eyes are good, her face appears to change, slightly; a shifting of bone under skin that makes her look slightly lupine…)

she drops the brush and runs back out the door, almost too fast to be believed.

--

The door opens and that same black-haired girl walks through. Nightdress, this time, something light and long with thin straps. She looks exhausted and drained, and this time she takes in some of the rest of the bar.

Her lips press, and even if the door doesn’t slam on her way out, the way it shuts suggests she wants it to.

--

The door opens, and this time Kait lets it shut behind her as she steps in. Silk dress, finely spun and expensive and ocean blue. Black pearls at her ears, but even if she was just leaving a party, her expression isn’t amused. Instead, it’s neutral, with an edge of uncertainty and anger, and she gives off the distinct sense of being poised for fight-or-flight.

She is also torn; a lifetime of being unnoticed warring with the very strong desire to know what the hell is going on.

Kaitayarenne Galweigh would probably not mind someone explaining.

tiny!tag: kait galweigh

OOC: please read this before tagging, thank you! Also, mun's internet is pirated, so may vanish: all slowtimes will be picked up]

First Entry

[wetotallyhadsex]

The door opens and a man walks swaggers through. A tall, dashing, heroic, devastatingly handsome, and ridiculously strong man.

He walks with the air of someone who knows all these things to be true.

Looking around the bar, he smiles in satisfaction, as though he expected a bar to show up in place of his favorite restaurant and is pleased to see it met those expectations.

"You there," he says, snagging the back of the nearest passing patron's (could be you maybe? could be that guy next to you?) collar to get their attention. "Who put this bar here?"


[ooc: Re-written first post as LJ is hungry lately. Captain Hammer's here hair blowin' in the breeze! He's coming in pre-canon, so there will be no crying on the couch, wibbling about his mother.]

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[laundry-buddy.livejournal.com]

Billy is trying to sort out his papers-- and his mind-- after an earlier incident with a certain red-haired (dead) beauty.

He's not getting very far; he's staring off with glazed eyes and slowly shredding an important-looking document.

Someone clearly needs to snap him out of this.

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[a1enzo]

"There you are, boy! Ready to go fight some monsters?"

Frisket barks happily and wags his tail.

"Remember, we're not going looking for them. We might have to defend ourselves, is all."

Frisket offers his opinion of this with a doggy snigger.

"C'mon, then. We gotta get converted first."

Thus do a boy and his dog set off to find a certain head of Security.


[OOC: Not actually plotlocked, but all other threads will perforce take place after the one with Belar and before Sativa.]

{tinytag: Sativa of Arroyo}

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[makesthings]

The grey wall drops Sameth where it picked him up near the lake.

He coughs and just sits on the grass for a moment and works to get his thoughts together again. No one told him that things would come and pick you up from Milliways.

Once he feels like he's almost himself again, he walks to the forge and starts doing some fairly simple work, beating out bronze and copper for the skin of the mechanical frog, the ting of the hammer is comforting.

(OOC: Tag him outside or in the forge.)

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[mechanicalswans]

[OOM: One commission, two gifts and an unexpected visitor. Small warning for a bit of blood and gore.]

Weyland returns to the bar sometime later, when he has recovered enough to appear calm again, and he carries the gifts he has made up to the bar. It looks like it's going to be another Atlantean night.

He takes a seat at the bar, and waits. There's one person in particular he's waiting for and several others he'd be very happy to see, but really any distraction would be welcome.

[open until it scrolls!]

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

OOM: A decision is made, and a disturbing lesson learned. Spoilers for the Fallout games.

The door opens on a rocky, dusty landscape and an overwhelming smell of seafood. That would be Ellen's fault. She eases the door shut behind her and heads straight for the Bar, where she places a backpack crammed absolutely full on the Bartop. "I'd like to offer this mirelurk meat in barter," she says. "I sold as much of it as I could in my own world, but I can't make jerky fast enough to preserve it all, so-"

The meat promptly vanishes. Ellen blinks, but nods. "Thank you," she says. "Can I get something that isn't mirelurk to eat, please?"

She and Dogmeat will be over by the fire with noodles and Cram. Well, Ellen will have the noodles and Cram. Dogmeat's going to get some regular ol' dog food instead.

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

[OOM: staring at the same four walls
have you tried to help yourself?
the rings around your eyes, they don't hide
that you need to get some rest

it's alright to make mistakes
you're only human
inside everybody's hiding something]





[ooc: timed to the morning after the fight with Ramon here. It has not been over two weeks, shut up.]

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill is leaving soon with Kate and Boo for Demeter's world. He's not thrilled about the trip, mostly because of the reason they're going, but it's their best option and there's a good chance it'll be interesting and maybe even fun. Right now though, he's trying not to think about it.

It's why he's downstairs with a bowl of gummi bears. Sorting them.

Sitting at the counter he has neat little lines of bears, sorted by colors and arranged into growing ranks of even columns and rows. Some of the bears get eaten along the way, but most go into the gummi bear army. Basically, he's killing time.

He's also trying to give Kate some space. Not that she's given any indication of needing any, or they've had any problems, he just doesn't want to get annoying by being a constant presence. Bill has his own internal paranoia meter for that sort of thing, and he's worried he's getting to the end of it.

So, he's at the bar, sorting bears with an eye out for any friends, maybe sociable new faces, and of course, Ramon.

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[singintheoven.livejournal.com]

It had been a while.

And in the meantime, she'd managed to cross two things off her list of things to do before she died--okay, a little belatedly, but better late than never, right? And really, the Goblin King...

At any rate, it is a newly-graduated Hedwig who returns to the bar today, dressed up (for her, anyway) in a slightly-too-short dress and a little too much glitter, but very pleased with herself all the same.

She gets herself a beer--a good beer--and some pizza to celebrate, and carries it over to a table to prepare to embark on her new day job. On the table she places a less-than-helpful sign:

Now Accepting New Clients

and settles in to eat. Totally botherable.

[open until it scrolls :D]

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[not_lugosi]

When the two women cross the threshold of the front door, it doesn't lead into the airport hanger they were expecting. Both are wrapped in winter coats and carrying bags. The brunette is sporting a large, rusted sword wrapped in a piece of cloth, and a small cut on her forehead.

After a moment, Elle shuts the door behind them.

"Come on," she tells Bela. "We need to get something for you, anyway."

The Bar is good for treating small wounds. Elle has already learned that.

"Oh, right," says Bela. "I'd forgotten all about that."

And so they both make their way through the room, setting their coats and bags aside and taking seats at the bar.

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[chosenhope.livejournal.com]

It's been more than a year since TK was in Milliways. There's a moment of typical newbie-confusion when the almost-ten-year-old walks in; he peers around and wonders why there's a bar in his apartment.

Then he spots the Window, and brightens.

He runs up to the Bar and rests his hands on her surface. He doesn't have to stand on his tip-toes anymore.

"Miss Bar. I haven't seen you in forever. Can I get a soda?"

The glass appears, and TK smiles.

"Thanks!"


[ tinytag: takeru "tk" takaishi ]

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[ellectrical]

[OOM: In Bela's world, she and Elle do some recon.

And then, they do the the job.

Warnings for some violence.]

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[hoorayfor-me.livejournal.com]

Freya is settled into a couch with a book (The Fourth Bear), reading. Thanks to natural concentration and training, she's not picking up on any thoughts right now - though, of course, that will change should someone talk to her.



{Usual warnings about her telepathy apply!}

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[kamen-faiz.livejournal.com]

[OOMs: There is a cunning plan.

Later, Sameth finds himself abducted, jailed, and forced to participate in a breakout and sabotage.]

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[gorgonfondness]

[OOM: Millitimed to September 15:

The Magic Guild's alumni recital was a huge success.

Not so much the afterparty, but at least after the afterparty was exciting.]

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[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

There's a new sign up in one of the booths.

CUSTOM ENERGY WEAPONS, ROBOTICS, AND OTHER DEVICES. MERCENARY WORK. PRICES NEGOTIABLE - ASK THE TALL SHAGGY MAN IF INTERESTED.

You never know, it could lead to something interesting.

[OOC: Unfortunately, I'm far more tired than I thought and just ended up accidentally going to sleep for over an hour, so I'm calling slowtime. Threads will be picked up when I awaken.]

Full Moon Bartending!

[born-to-it.livejournal.com]

It is the night of the full moon; all the predators must be outside howling, Donovan thinks as he approaches the bar.

But the bar doesn't give him his order, it gives him a napkin.

Oh. He picks up the book from behind the bar and picks a few drinks that fit the night, sets out the ingredients, and writes on the specials board.

Moonlight
Harvest Moon
Full Moon Fever
Howlin' Wolf
Wolfsbane
Kentucky Wildcat
Any proven shape-shifter still able to order drinks
despite the moon drinks for free.

Then, he stands behind the bar, smiles, and waits for patrons.-

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[no-older-brothr.livejournal.com]

Today there was a wave of Xiongnu like nothing Hua had ever seen before. His horse nearly got cut out from under him three times. Several generals died. And, perhaps worst of all, the supply tent was put to the torch, meaning that provisions were scarcer than ever. If their numbers hadn't been so badly thinned by the enemy attacks, their food situation would be far worse.

Hua's not really sure what to think about that.

At least the Realm of Barbarians has let him in, and doesn't appear to have been affected by the battle.


[tinytag: Hua Mulan]