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[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan was shirtless and in pajama bottoms when his steps found him stepping through the Front Door. Well isn't this a bit awkward, though it certainly wasn't the first time for the now Senator from New York.  At least there had been no kidnapping attempts this year. Positive sign there. He debated stepping back and trying again for sleep. But no, he was too awake after saving Tracy from killing herself.  He should have suspected she was well, different too. No wonder some in the office were calling her Ice Queen. If only they knew...

Might as well get that drink from the bar instead of the kitchen while he's here at least. And maybe a shirt.
He sat down at the bar.

"Glass of milk, Bar. Thanks."

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[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason is in a booth tonight with an iPod, clicking through songs and occasionally writing on a small tablet in front of him. He's going to head back soon to meet with his trainer, and he wants a list of new songs to work into his sets for when he's back on the headliner list.

He might want to eat something, though: he's been at it for awhile.

OOM: Out of character

[fowl_beast]

deceit, lies, running like a coward, not Evil Chicken's style.

Oh, how things change...

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[cutting_edgex23]

[OOM-but-not: In which Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are not dead, and someone does, indeed, think of the kittens. Ramon has a lot to answer for.]

[Millitimed to yesterday, post-stables events.]

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[aeons_crackshot]

It's that time again, the time when Annabelle hauls most of her collection of weapons and armor downstairs to perform maintenance on it in better lighting. (By this point, the collection takes up most of a booth.) Annabelle is humming idly while she works, but she wouldn't mind company.

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[dangerousbotany.livejournal.com]

Ivy hasn't yet run into Blodwen Rowlands.

But when she shows up here again, she decides that she'll be damned if she spends the whole time cooped up in that freakshow faunacentric bar-- so she's out in the greenhouse, cooing delightedly over a species of plant she's never seen before.

"Oh, you're gorgeous," she murmurs, ecstatic.

"Come here baby, let me look at you."


[ooc: Officially back! Still open for tags.]

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[evilontheloose]

Door opens. Jordan enters.

Well, actually, a stream of profanity in several different languages enters first, before a slightly-singed Jordan stomps into Milliways. She is wearing overalls, a tool belt, steel-toed boots, a white tank top... her human hand in a working glove.

She is also wearing a very sour expression. The latest project is not going well.

Distractions, please?



[ Jordan Kennedy ]

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

It's been a strange month in Gotham. Mr. Lime is killing one or two senior citizens a week, making things tense in a city where it's always tense. Batman is apparently spending a lot of time on the case, meaning the police have to do their jobs (not a thing most in Gotham like). Lime added to the situation by sending to the authorities and the media an eight-page manuscript outlining the population explosion and why he's taking his extreme approach to it. The public hasn't seen it yet, and so everyone wants to know what he said.

And on top of all this, there are rumors of a new vigilante on the loose. A glimmer of good news, maybe.

All of this is bound to leave any enterprising newspaperman busy. Which is why Knox hasn't been around that much. But everyone needs a break sometimes, and it doesn't hurt that time stands still in here. So he's drinking a beer and trying not to overthink the story for a while.

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[ikissdhimbck]

[OOM: Meanwhile, in Colorado...






Say "nighty-night" and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me
While I'm alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me

Immediately following this. Probably NSFW.]

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[notabricklayer.livejournal.com]

McCoy strolls into the bar in his StarFleet blues, scrubbing at his face. He's just come from a long therapy session with the yeoman that got turned into an iguana on their last adventure, and it was something of a train wreak. Frankly, he'll be surprised as hell if she passes the psych tests once they get back to base.

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[middle-name-s.livejournal.com]

Today is an extraordinary day for Harry Truman, for a simple reason:

He slept in.

(The fact that he was up until four in the morning looking for drunk drivers might have something to do with that.)

At any rate, now he is awake and dressed--out of uniform for once, in a dark sweater over an Oxford shirt; Fall is coming on fast in Washington state--and he is rather comfortably situated on a stool, tying flies. His tacklebox is on the bar, near his coffee cup.

(Justice runs on caffeine. This is a fact all lawmen understand.)

[Tinytag: Joan Holloway]

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[vance_prime]

There is a little three-wheeled black robot sitting on top of one of the tables in the middle of the Bar. It has no facial features, but somehow gives the impression that it's sulking.

Seated at the next table over is Alyx Vance. She's got her sketchbook and a sandwich, but she's periodically glancing at the little robot to make sure it's still there and not misbehaving any more than it already has.

Feel free to approach either one and ask what the hell is going on.

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[makesthings]

Since Sameth didn't have the plans for Felix's dragon with him at home, he's trying to catch up on it and so has taken over a table and covered it with gears and sketches.

Somewhere on the table is a bowl with some fries but he's forgotten about it as he keeps working.

The Charter hangs slightly in the air around him as he tests different things and when he works on a spell, the Mark on his forehead glows.

(OOC: Open until it scrolls, yay for Fall Break.)

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[kamen-faiz.livejournal.com]

Red Cloud.
Wolf (Howlin').
Blue Blazer.

Takumi has been drafted to bartend. He does not look pleased about it at all.

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[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

Finally back in his usual duds after being toga-d a day or two ago, one rather large green sprite is sitting in front of a television.

There is a game on.

Football.

No, not the refined game affectionately nicknamed "footy"; the other kind. Gridiron. Pigskin. Tackling. Superbowls.

Matrix finds he likes this kind of football [not that he knows about the other kind] very much.

I mean, for example, dogpiling on someone to keep him from reaching the goal once he's got the ball?

These are Users after his own heart.

Talk to him if you want, but don't tell him to change the channel.

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[sunbaked_baker]

Baking has been committed.

And Sunshine isn't sorry.

She even brings the large tray of various delicious-smelling baked goods into the bar, to declare how unashamed of it she is.

She was just looking for something to distract her from the problem that has been weighing down her thoughts, lately, and baking is always the avenue she turns to first.

How does one explain the feeling that one's missing vampiric ally is in danger, anyway, and how does one find him to see that he's all right?