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[whitestshoes.livejournal.com]

Newly married couple inna bar.

Granted, one's hair is in various states of coming undone from her head, but there are smiles on both faces.

Pam finds a spot on the couch, wedding makeup smudged, all bundled up in a hotel robe, a cup of coffee in her hand.

And she may or may not be humming Chris Brown under her breath. (Damn it.)

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[spandexed-edie.livejournal.com]

Spandexwoman is lounging on the couch today, flipping through what may be the supervillainesses' version of a Victoria's Secret catalog.  She seems to be making notes, or filling out an order form, but it's hard to tell. 

Come see what she's up to?

Open til it scrolls!  Very minimal slows.

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[hadyougoing]

[noom to oom: Following a chat with D'Hoffryn, Ava is whisked along to hell (one of them, anyway) for a job interview of sorts.

It doesn't go exactly as planned.

Maybe that's not such a bad thing.


Also I love John so much.]

First Entrance Post

[knivesofawesome.livejournal.com]

The sounds of the carnival drift in from a distance. For any who are near the door when it appears, they can hear the loud THUNK of something lodging itself into the wood. The door creaks open slowly and a knife is lodged in the door. A man steps through the door, idly dislodging the knife and as he steps in further to clean some of the wood splinters off of the blade, the door slams shut behind him. It is at this point that he begins looking around him and he realizes that he's not at the carnival anymore. He speaks with a Scottish accent and says, "Bloody hell, since when do we have a pub in the carnival?" His muscles tense up, ready for something to happen.
OOC Note: This Edgar is from pre-Season 4 of Heroes... So anything that has happened in the series, has not happened yet. There will also be no spoilers.

Forge post

[ostro_goth]

It is still early, but Teja is already in the forge, folding steel. It is a loud and fiery business, and he pounds away on his billet fiercely, sweat streaming, muscles moving fast under his leather forge apron.

All three cats are asleep by the fire, ignoring the noise.

The door is open, and any visitors or customers are welcome.


[[OOC: Forge post open until it scrolls off the front page of the comm! Also, recycled post is recycled, yo!]]

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[the_cupbearer]

[oom: Restless]

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[notaphony.livejournal.com]

After her conversation with Ramon, Joan is, admittedly, somewhat ruffled.

(But it wasn't as if she was going to give him that satisfaction in the midst of things.)

She migrates to her own seat at the bar soon after, ordering a drink. The cigarette formerly in her hand has long since been consumed and finished, stubbed out in a separate ashtray, by the time she reaches for another. (Nobody's told them about the deadly potential - but maybe that's because they haven't discovered it yet.)

Her drink comes, and she returns to studying the bar's patrons - though, this time, she's careful not to ler her gaze linger too long.


[ tiny tag: joan holloway ]

Happy hour!

[isaysimplewords]

This time, the note isn't much of a surprise, and it's as welcome as always; Cal doesn't object to the excuse to stay a few more hours. He's been feeling a little bit restless lately and it's nice to have something to do.

Though at this rate, he's going to have to start planning some themes in advance. He's not sure how many times in a row he can get away with the same non-theme, uh, theme before he starts feeling lame.

At least once more.



Drink Specials

vodka

anything non-alcoholic



[tinytag: kait galweigh]

[OOC: Open to new tags until midnight EST, with slowtime likely to start shortly thereafter. And closed! Thanks, everyone!]

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[cod-pi.livejournal.com]

[OOM: The facts were these...]

The door opens, wide, to a large figure in leather shoes, a brown pinstriped suit (though he's taken off the jacket), and a hand-knit orange-and-green sweater vest. Both the door and the figure remain frozen in place for one moment, before the door is abruptly slammed shut again.

After a couple minutes, the door opens once more, this time only a crack. And then it shuts. Again.

At the third time, the door opens again only a little, but then swings wide, and finally, Emerson Cod steps through to what should be his kitchen, but is very much not.

With a look around what appears to be a large bar instead of his small kitchen with its refrigerator and collection of novelty magnets, Emerson says what can be the only response to such a view:

"What in the hell is going on?"

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[hear_the_voices]

Anna's last visit to Milliways and conversation with The Man in the Coat had been quite mystifying and unsettling enough that she's not sure she's glad the bar has turned up again tonight.

On the other hand, she's glad it turned up, because there is something she wants to leave for Dean.

But once her letter is safely left with Bar, Anna heads back home.

Maybe next time, she'll hang around longer.

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[bannion_sight]

[OOM: Apples by the lake.

(Millitimed to October 4th.)]

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[and_3_quarters]

9th October. The phone bill arrived today. It is £289.19p.
When Pandora worked out how to make reverse charge phone calls from Tunisia, I never realised she was going to risk us running into bankruptcy.

Adrian has the dreadful piece of paper in his hand. He's currently looking for somewhere to hide it.

Burning it might not be a good idea, since he realises that this will not, after all, make the problem go away.

[tinytag: Adrian Mole]

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[reallyaduck]

Duck skids into the bar at high speed and hastily closes the door behind her, cutting off the sound of disgruntled meows.

Another marriage proposal escaped by the skin of her teeth!

She leans back against the door, breathing a sigh of relief, and then blinks. "Oh! I didn't expect to come here!"

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy comes through the door, attempting to drag in a piano on a trolley. It appears to be taking considerable effort, particularly negotiating the frame.

About two feet in, he realises that this is not, in fact, his living room.

"...Crap."

He starts pushing it back through the door, but one of the pedels keeps getting stuck.

Little help?

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[baptizemyself]

[OOM: Water water everywhere - Huntress cleans herself up and gets an unexpected surprise.]

Huntress storms down the stairs, her cape flowing behind her and brandishing a piece of paper in her hand.

"Okay, who do I complain to?"

And by 'complain' she means 'someone is going to get cut now which one of you bastards is it?'

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[fowl_beast]

OOM: From the wilderness, a (not so) special apple makes its way toward civilization.

[Tinytag: Evil Chicken]