Oct. 5th, 2009
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Oct. 5th, 2009 09:18 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
says-the-booyah.livejournal.comCy is on the tired side today. You would be, too, if you got asked to run six honorary Titans through the obstacle course for three hours. He's not sure what's more annoying: Kid Flash cheating by run around everything instead of through; Red Star acting as if obstacle course are beneath him; or watching Jinx and Kid Flash all cuddly in between runs. (No, he's not jealous. Not one tiny bit. Not in the least.)
The best way to deal with exhaustion? A ginormous banana split with six kinds of ice cream and three kinds of chocolate sauce!! If you're lucky, he might share. Assuming he hasn't eaten it all.
[ooc: slowtime for work likely]
The best way to deal with exhaustion? A ginormous banana split with six kinds of ice cream and three kinds of chocolate sauce!! If you're lucky, he might share. Assuming he hasn't eaten it all.
[ooc: slowtime for work likely]
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Oct. 5th, 2009 10:06 amcaring-hand.livejournal.comPenny has been here a few days now, and has had time to get her head straight. Her room upstairs is a perfected version of her apartment back home (complete with pictures of her family and her posters everywhere).
She just can't, for the life of her, shake this dream out of her head. Captain Hammer doesn't remember who she is, but has taken it upon himself to hit on her, even though he obviously thinks she's nuts, so it seems that Billy may be the only person that can really tell her.
But can she ask? Does she want to know?
These are the questions she's been asking herself over her biscuits topped with apple sauce with what looks like the start of some knitting in her lap.
She's looking for someone in particular, but is open for any and all distraction.
[Tinytag: Penny]
Open all day with minimal slows.
She just can't, for the life of her, shake this dream out of her head. Captain Hammer doesn't remember who she is, but has taken it upon himself to hit on her, even though he obviously thinks she's nuts, so it seems that Billy may be the only person that can really tell her.
But can she ask? Does she want to know?
These are the questions she's been asking herself over her biscuits topped with apple sauce with what looks like the start of some knitting in her lap.
She's looking for someone in particular, but is open for any and all distraction.
[Tinytag: Penny]
Open all day with minimal slows.
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Oct. 5th, 2009 11:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
parkerleeParker comes into Milliways looking not unlike a disco ball. A tired, harried disco ball. She is coated—from the crown of her head to the toes of her sneakers—in glitter. Silver glitter. Gold glitter. Pink glitter. Purple glitter. Blue glitter. Green glitter. She leaves a trail of it in her wake as she makes her way over to Bar.
She’s spent the morning in Ambergeldar doing craft projects with Susan and Merry (Amy and Perry, in the wake of the twins’ recent birth, have their hands full at the moment). Of course, it’s not unusual for children, even Royal ones, to act out at the birth of new siblings.
Still, Parker had not been expecting to find herself collateral damage in a free-for-all glitter battle.
The Crown Prince and Princess Royal had earned themselves a stern lecture and an extra bath. And Parker has hied herself back to Milliways to try to clean up before her first class back in Neptune.
“Bar? Could I get a container of wipes? And…” Oh, what the hell? “A virgin strawberry daiquiri, please?”
It will have psychological benefits, if nothing else.
[OOC: Open all day. Work related slowtimes may occur.]
She’s spent the morning in Ambergeldar doing craft projects with Susan and Merry (Amy and Perry, in the wake of the twins’ recent birth, have their hands full at the moment). Of course, it’s not unusual for children, even Royal ones, to act out at the birth of new siblings.
Still, Parker had not been expecting to find herself collateral damage in a free-for-all glitter battle.
The Crown Prince and Princess Royal had earned themselves a stern lecture and an extra bath. And Parker has hied herself back to Milliways to try to clean up before her first class back in Neptune.
“Bar? Could I get a container of wipes? And…” Oh, what the hell? “A virgin strawberry daiquiri, please?”
It will have psychological benefits, if nothing else.
[OOC: Open all day. Work related slowtimes may occur.]
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Oct. 5th, 2009 01:01 pmacts_of_gord[OOM: One last discussion in City 08, and then...
Well, it's not quite the sound of a hundred thousand people saying WHOP!, but it's close. Thus do we conclude Half-Life 2, Episode 3, Valve still 0]
There's a cafeteria or a mess hall or something on the other side of the door when Gordon walks through. He pauses, foot in midair, and looks around him. It takes him a moment or two, but-
"Milliways. Huh."
Then he glances over his shoulder and makes a c'mon, check this out gesture to Alyx with his head.
[OOC: Two pups, two muns! Tag either or both. Chell and Adrian will be along later, most likely.]
Well, it's not quite the sound of a hundred thousand people saying WHOP!, but it's close. Thus do we conclude Half-Life 2, Episode 3
There's a cafeteria or a mess hall or something on the other side of the door when Gordon walks through. He pauses, foot in midair, and looks around him. It takes him a moment or two, but-
"Milliways. Huh."
Then he glances over his shoulder and makes a c'mon, check this out gesture to Alyx with his head.
[OOC: Two pups, two muns! Tag either or both. Chell and Adrian will be along later, most likely.]
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Oct. 5th, 2009 04:49 pmfanofthegenreIt's safe to say that, in her off-hours (which aren't many to begin with), she's been immersed in Castle's book.
Fact-checking. That's what she keeps telling people, even though, admittedly, it's a work of fiction, and facts really aren't relevant there.
She sits on one of the comfier couches, reading intently, until she gets to a certain section of a certain chapter - and then she claps the book shut, cheeks burning, before chucking the hardcover towards the opposite end of the couch.
Apologies in advance if she misses her intended target.
Fact-checking. That's what she keeps telling people, even though, admittedly, it's a work of fiction, and facts really aren't relevant there.
She sits on one of the comfier couches, reading intently, until she gets to a certain section of a certain chapter - and then she claps the book shut, cheeks burning, before chucking the hardcover towards the opposite end of the couch.
Apologies in advance if she misses her intended target.
OOM: No outside business
Oct. 5th, 2009 04:54 pmfowl_beastis part of an repetitive ancient story
Sometimes you intend to play Eris
and instead play the ancient tempter
before the fall from grace
before the fall from glory
[OOC:Trufax, I did not know where this was headed until an hour after I finished writing it. Oh Evil Chicken, you devious lout.][Tinytag: Evil Chicken]
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Oct. 5th, 2009 06:20 pmzeevofbristol.livejournal.comIt's morning, the birds are singing, the naked guy under the tree by the lake is snoring...
He had some scratches and dirt on him, also traces of blood near his mouth as he dozed, curled up on his side.
Yes, well. Looks like the new guy had wandered off from the hunt, and seems to have misplaced his clothing.
He sleepily blinked an eye open, yawned and stretched.
And then promptly began to panic.
He had some scratches and dirt on him, also traces of blood near his mouth as he dozed, curled up on his side.
Yes, well. Looks like the new guy had wandered off from the hunt, and seems to have misplaced his clothing.
He sleepily blinked an eye open, yawned and stretched.
And then promptly began to panic.
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Oct. 5th, 2009 06:52 pmgabriel_tam[OOM: Communications and Consequences.
Yesterday, there was a discussion regarding travel plans.
It resulted in an unexpected consultation.]
Yesterday, there was a discussion regarding travel plans.
It resulted in an unexpected consultation.]
1931 Winter; Rochester
Oct. 5th, 2009 06:59 pm(no subject)
Oct. 5th, 2009 07:05 pmnot_a_hologramNever let it be said that Al Calavicci is not a man of his word, especially where pretty girls and good food are concerned. It may have taken a while--hey, he was out saving the world, rescuing kittens from trees, playing guardian angel like nobody else can do--but here he is, looking very sharp in his best red suit with matching fedora, cigar in one hand, wooden recipe box in the other.
There's someone in particular he's looking for, but he's a friendly guy, feel free to disturb him.
[open until it scrolls! :D]
There's someone in particular he's looking for, but he's a friendly guy, feel free to disturb him.
[open until it scrolls! :D]
Happy Hour.
Oct. 5th, 2009 07:38 pmnotaphony.livejournal.comIt doesn't surprise Joan so much when she finds herself here a second time. That she can handle.
What she's not entirely sure how to respond to is the note that appears next to her left elbow as she approaches the bar. She reads it carefully; then, a pause, at which point she sighs and concedes, her hips sashaying as she makes her way behind the bar itself.
"I still don't know what you expect me to do," she mutters, to which she receives another note - and another, both written on napkins.
Ten minutes later, the board is up. You might say there's a theme going on, but it's anyone's guess what that theme is:
HAPPY HOUR
Old-Fashioned
Tom Collins
Brandy Alexander
She lights up behind the bar and waits.
[ tiny tag: joan holloway ]
[ ooc: a little later than expected, but tag in, tag often, tag each other! ]
What she's not entirely sure how to respond to is the note that appears next to her left elbow as she approaches the bar. She reads it carefully; then, a pause, at which point she sighs and concedes, her hips sashaying as she makes her way behind the bar itself.
"I still don't know what you expect me to do," she mutters, to which she receives another note - and another, both written on napkins.
Ten minutes later, the board is up. You might say there's a theme going on, but it's anyone's guess what that theme is:
Old-Fashioned
Tom Collins
Brandy Alexander
She lights up behind the bar and waits.
[ tiny tag: joan holloway ]
[ ooc: a little later than expected, but tag in, tag often, tag each other! ]
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Oct. 5th, 2009 08:39 pmtheflyingsquirlThere's quite a racket coming from one of the corner booths tonight, exactly the sort of noise one might expect from three squirrels and their mutant demigod/overlord playing a rousing game of Hungry Hungry Hippos. Hey, Coreen's upstairs working on her dress and Evan is sleeping, so what else are they going to do?
On the green hippo, Stanley (now and then pausing from pushing the lever to lean down and steal a marble in his mouth, either from the playing field or from the collections of other players). On the pink hippo, Charlene (one of the local girl-squirrels, who obviously has a crush on Stanley and isn't playing very well). On the orange hippo, Stella (Stanley's sister, and more intent on having her hippo catch his tail or head when he leans over the board to steal marbles). And on the yellow hippo, Squirrel himself (big enough to just tilt the table toward himself, so he is winning).
Add in some swearing and occasionally throwing of marbles at each other, and you've got a game.
Feel free to join in... or tell them to stop.
[open until it scrolls!]
On the green hippo, Stanley (now and then pausing from pushing the lever to lean down and steal a marble in his mouth, either from the playing field or from the collections of other players). On the pink hippo, Charlene (one of the local girl-squirrels, who obviously has a crush on Stanley and isn't playing very well). On the orange hippo, Stella (Stanley's sister, and more intent on having her hippo catch his tail or head when he leans over the board to steal marbles). And on the yellow hippo, Squirrel himself (big enough to just tilt the table toward himself, so he is winning).
Add in some swearing and occasionally throwing of marbles at each other, and you've got a game.
Feel free to join in... or tell them to stop.
[open until it scrolls!]
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Oct. 5th, 2009 09:06 pmgabriel_tamAfter receiving Simon's wave, Gabriel had immediately arranged with Mark to not only reschedule the previously-planned dinner engagement but also to clear the last meeting of the day from his calendar.
As a result, he's able to arrive at Milliways early.
(He's not worried. Not exactly. Still, requests like this from Simon are rare enough to make him wonder.)
Gabriel takes a seat in the armchair by the fireplace and requests a cup of coffee while he waits.
As a result, he's able to arrive at Milliways early.
(He's not worried. Not exactly. Still, requests like this from Simon are rare enough to make him wonder.)
Gabriel takes a seat in the armchair by the fireplace and requests a cup of coffee while he waits.
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Oct. 5th, 2009 09:12 pmhear_the_voicesThe door opens, and in comes a flushed, giggling nine-year old, with an armload of pink roses and a bright smile.
Opening night of the St. Michael's Players' production of The Sound of Music has gone brilliantly, from opening notes to second curtain call.
And now Anna has found the bar instead of backstage.
So Anna, still in her Brigitta at the Festival dirndl, may now be found at a fairly central table, humming "Do-Re-Mi," and trying to decide if she wants cake or a milkshake.
Hey, acting is hard work. It's very important to regain strength afterwards.
Opening night of the St. Michael's Players' production of The Sound of Music has gone brilliantly, from opening notes to second curtain call.
And now Anna has found the bar instead of backstage.
So Anna, still in her Brigitta at the Festival dirndl, may now be found at a fairly central table, humming "Do-Re-Mi," and trying to decide if she wants cake or a milkshake.
Hey, acting is hard work. It's very important to regain strength afterwards.
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Oct. 5th, 2009 10:53 pmconglomereldaThere is a smallish griffin stretched out in front of the fire, sipping some hot cider.
However, a smallish griffin is still the size of a large draft horse, and her cider 'mug' is a bucket with a curly straw in it.
She's also on duty, with her Security badge on display.
However, a smallish griffin is still the size of a large draft horse, and her cider 'mug' is a bucket with a curly straw in it.
She's also on duty, with her Security badge on display.
