Oct. 15th, 2009

[identity profile] middle-name-s.livejournal.com
[OOC: Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks:

Harry Truman catches up with Twin Peaks' newest resident.]
[identity profile] says-the-booyah.livejournal.com
There are advantages to being a cyborg. Like having the capacity for upgrades. One such upgrade is an MP4 player with enough memory for 1,000,000 songs - he calls it his CyPod. It has direct access to the aural system on the left side of his head, so only one earphone is needs, to boot.

Another upgrade is the miniature computer screen in his optic sensor. He still needs to use a mouse - built into his right hand - but this allows him to read for-Titans-eyes-only materials safely. And to play one of handful of games downloaded into his CPU whenever he wants. (Though he much prefers to play on a larger screen.)

But if you want to know what he's listening to, and what's doing with his computer, you'll need to ask.

[ooc: usual work-related slowtime advisory]
[identity profile] middle-name-s.livejournal.com
[OOC: Out of Milliways and Twin Peaks:

A date.

And back home: A conversation.

Tiny tag: Joan Holloway]
[identity profile] jeweled-asp.livejournal.com
Cleopatra, being her awesomely royal self, is not at all changed by this holiday.  She is already Egypt, as Antony would tell her.

She's in a surprisingly good and giving mood today, decked out in her normal gilded attire, lounging on a couch, looking for entertainment.

Come talk to her while she's pleasant, and not throwing vases.  Even if we all know Antony secretly likes it when she's flinging vases...
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It's been a long night at the Drones Club for Bertie. Oofy Prosser managed to lose a shoe somewhere, and a significant portion of the evening was spent searching for said missing footwear (a process greatly inhibited by the liberal addition of gin).

So when Bertie stumbles through the door into the bar, it takes him a while to realize where he is.

"Jeeves! Jeeves, old man, I could do with a draught of your marvelous restorative. Jeeves! Where the deuce did you get off to? Jeeves, I say!"


[ooc: In honor of P.G. Wodehouse's birthday. Open until my brain melts from Bertie occupying too much space...]

Toga Day!

Oct. 15th, 2009 07:37 pm
[identity profile] renegade-enzo.livejournal.com
Big green sprite, be-toga-d and miffed.

Come make it more tolerable? Please?
[identity profile] m-antonivs.livejournal.com
Friend, Roman, cavalryman... general, triumvir, the Living Dionysus: Mark Antony is radiant in his Alexandrian finest as he steps into the bar tonight.

Oh, it's been a good day.

And it just gets better, as he steps up to the bar and is given a cup of rum. He may not know why it has appeared for him, but he's not going to complain.

Very botherable.

[open until it scrolls!]
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[OOM: Multitasking.]

Guppy comes in, putting a big sign up on the notice board.

'LIFE SUPPORT SEEKS VOLUNTEERS

Non-evil, trustworthy person/people required to be nice to patrons in need of company and or social support.
One hour every other Tuesday, main bar.
No reward other than free food and personal satisfaction.
Previous Life Support attendance desirable but not mandatory.

Please see Dr Guppy Sandhu (dark fluffy hair, suit jacket, usually carrying tea) and or come to Life Support on Tuesday for details.


Up to three positions up for grabs. Dr Sandhu reserves the right to politely refuse candidates on grounds of evilness, general untrustworthiness or other reason he hasn't yet thought of.
'

With that done, he sits nearby, with a cup of tea and a packet of jammy dodgers, looking for people hovering near his sign. At this point he notices that he seems to be wearing a toga, and raises an eyebrow.

After a moment, he stops wondering, and just sticks to crossing his legs to protect his nether regions from the sudden onset of draft.
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Teja cannot be more 'Roman' -- he is a barbarian from late Roman times, as it is.

Today, he is wearing simple linen tunic and breeches, unarmed except for the sahs on his belt that is more tool than weapon, sitting by the fire, drinking well-watered red wine, and singing melancholy old songs to the harp.

Nothing unusual.-
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[personal profile] aaaaaaaagh_sky
Out of Milliways:

Vault 92
Audio Testing
Overseer Rubin's Office

[Spoilers for Fallout 3.]

Well, Ellen found her northern Vault all right. And so much more than she wanted to know.

If anyone needs her, she'll be over by the fire with a bottle of the local beer, debating the possibility of finding a nice table to hide under and never coming out or talking to anyone from her world ever again.