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Oct. 24th, 2009 03:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gorgonfondness[OOM: Millitimed to a couple of weeks ago, Mia and Draco talk about Blodwen, baby kicks, and going on holiday.]
Oct. 24th, 2009
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Oct. 24th, 2009 11:14 amnumbered_doctorIt's nice been nice out, albeit a little cold and Thirteen's been outside walking. She's inside now, pink-cheeked and burrowed into her jacket as she sits near the fireplace defrosting.
Once she's warmed up a bit, she glances back towards the bar, pondering if she really wants to get up and get something warm to drink, or not.
Once she's warmed up a bit, she glances back towards the bar, pondering if she really wants to get up and get something warm to drink, or not.
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Oct. 24th, 2009 02:41 pmthe_cupbearerFall in Scotland isn't something Ganymede has really ever experienced firsthand, outside the Bar, and so when he comes back in his nose is pink from the wind, and his hands are cold, since the only shirt he'd worn is a light woven sweater.
He's currently playing with the ring in his ear while he drinks--and if anyone's been watching him for a while, the sweet and warm wine in the glass seems to have no effect on him as far as inebriation; either that or his demeanor just doesn't change much when he is drunk. Though he does seem to find the wineglass humming when he strokes a fingertip around the rim amusing.
He's still, in relative terms, getting used to drinking from a glass instead of a silver cup.
[ooc: car keys bait for Sally Jupiter, but open for ages to anyone!]
He's currently playing with the ring in his ear while he drinks--and if anyone's been watching him for a while, the sweet and warm wine in the glass seems to have no effect on him as far as inebriation; either that or his demeanor just doesn't change much when he is drunk. Though he does seem to find the wineglass humming when he strokes a fingertip around the rim amusing.
He's still, in relative terms, getting used to drinking from a glass instead of a silver cup.
[ooc: car keys bait for Sally Jupiter, but open for ages to anyone!]
Happy Hour!
Oct. 24th, 2009 02:43 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
lillord1eye.livejournal.comThere is a dark-haired boy - he couldn't possibly be past his early teens, if that - back behind the Bar this afternoon, giving off waves of displeasure like heat. The napkin he has held in one hand as he paces about and orients himself has a few dark splotches mostly hidden by his fingers, suspiciously like writing.
Once he's familiarized himself with the layout, he turns to the Specials Board, retrieves a piece of white chalk, and writes in quick, impeccably straight lettering, like a frustrated student doing calculations in math class:
SPECIALS:
HOT TEA
And then he simply leans against the Bar, casting asulky pissy put-upon quietly business-like gaze out across the Bar.
This is easily the most demeaning position he's been in lately, he's pretty sure.
Once he's familiarized himself with the layout, he turns to the Specials Board, retrieves a piece of white chalk, and writes in quick, impeccably straight lettering, like a frustrated student doing calculations in math class:
SPECIALS:
HOT TEA
And then he simply leans against the Bar, casting a
This is easily the most demeaning position he's been in lately, he's pretty sure.
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Oct. 24th, 2009 02:57 pmwheatencrown[OOM: Greeks are famed for hospitality.]
When Demeter enters the Bar, she pulls her dark sweater tight around her and considers.
She hopes that not too much has changed from when Bill left.
For now she sits by the fire with a tea and starts looking around for X but in the meantime, she has missed her friends here.
Tiny tag: Kait Galweigh
(OOC: OOM millitimed to have happened the same day that Doc and Kate left the Bar.)
When Demeter enters the Bar, she pulls her dark sweater tight around her and considers.
She hopes that not too much has changed from when Bill left.
For now she sits by the fire with a tea and starts looking around for X but in the meantime, she has missed her friends here.
Tiny tag: Kait Galweigh
(OOC: OOM millitimed to have happened the same day that Doc and Kate left the Bar.)
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Oct. 24th, 2009 03:01 pmmakesthingsSameth isn't ready to leave yet and the present for Felix's nephew needs to be finished.
So the forge is blowing hot and with the feel of the Charter around it as he pounds and pounds the metal flat and thin for the dragon's skin.
Soon he'll move onto more detailed work but for now its a comfort to just hit the metal and shape it with little thought except where to hit next.
So the forge is blowing hot and with the feel of the Charter around it as he pounds and pounds the metal flat and thin for the dragon's skin.
Soon he'll move onto more detailed work but for now its a comfort to just hit the metal and shape it with little thought except where to hit next.
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Oct. 24th, 2009 04:09 pmpoor-monkey.livejournal.comFather'd he is, and yet he's fatherless.
God help thee, poor monkey!
The last child of the Thane of Fife sits by the fireplace, staring into it, watching the twigs crackle into ash. In his hand are pieces of paper. He throws one in, occasionally. He doesn't seem to mind the heat.
[open until it falls off the page.]
God help thee, poor monkey!
The last child of the Thane of Fife sits by the fireplace, staring into it, watching the twigs crackle into ash. In his hand are pieces of paper. He throws one in, occasionally. He doesn't seem to mind the heat.
[open until it falls off the page.]
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Oct. 24th, 2009 04:44 pmhoorayfor-me.livejournal.comThe door opens - bangs open, really, rush of air and the slam that comes with a smooth change in masses and weights, pressure calculated for a larger, heavier door - and then there's Freya, clad in jeans and gray sweatshirt. She doesn't see the bar, not really, too intent in her head, but she pauses in her momentum for a moment, readjusting her course to take her to the door leading outside without bumping into anyone.
Or, at least, as few people as possible. And then she runs again (you've known for three years), barreling past patrons and out into the bitingly cold air, not slowing down until she's yards away and she trips - falls, runs out of energy - and doesn't bother to get back up.
Anyone nearby can hear the unmistakeable sounds of crying from the heap of Freya on the ground.
{OOC: Upset psychic, normal Freya rules apply (mostly): see journal info for details.}
Or, at least, as few people as possible. And then she runs again (you've known for three years), barreling past patrons and out into the bitingly cold air, not slowing down until she's yards away and she trips - falls, runs out of energy - and doesn't bother to get back up.
Anyone nearby can hear the unmistakeable sounds of crying from the heap of Freya on the ground.
{OOC: Upset psychic, normal Freya rules apply (mostly): see journal info for details.}
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Oct. 24th, 2009 07:28 pmkemo_soggyMoist figures it's high time he stopped being so bothered by the recent arrivals here. Or, well, at least it's high time he stopped acting like it was obvious. So he's at a table, with a sandwich (not having to start with stale bread just to have something he can still hold onto by the time he's done is a novelty that has yet to wear off) and a book (ditto non-waterproofed paper).
He wouldn't say no to company.
He wouldn't say no to company.
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Oct. 24th, 2009 08:45 pmstalinova-k.livejournal.comIt figures. Screw up a mission so badly (thanks to the meddling of a certain inept superhero who nonetheless looks kind of cute in a rocketpack) that she can't go home again, decide to go straight and try to Americanize herself, wind up in prison for eight years on terrorism charges, escape via interdimensional portal to a bar at the end of the universe, decide to take up her supervillainy where she'd left off, and what does Kremlina Stalinova do? Sit around doing nothing.
Apparently the Americanization had been more successful than she'd thought.
So here she is, on the couch in her fancy jeans and red-star T-shirt and furry little hat, drinking coffee (at least it's Cuban) and idly cutting out chains ofsnowflakes hammers-and-sickles from shiny red paper. It's not easy, being an expatriate.
Totally botherable.
[open until it scrolls!][tinytag: kremlina]
Apparently the Americanization had been more successful than she'd thought.
So here she is, on the couch in her fancy jeans and red-star T-shirt and furry little hat, drinking coffee (at least it's Cuban) and idly cutting out chains of
Totally botherable.
[open until it scrolls!][tinytag: kremlina]
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Oct. 24th, 2009 08:50 pmsmallestopenerIngress wears her Grays, as she often does these days. A dagger is fixed to her belt. It's a real one.
Don't worry, she can handle it.
She can also handle the chocolate milkshake she's enjoying while she sits in the armchair by the fire. She thought about cocoa for a moment, but the milkshake won out.
Don't worry, she can handle it.
She can also handle the chocolate milkshake she's enjoying while she sits in the armchair by the fire. She thought about cocoa for a moment, but the milkshake won out.
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Oct. 24th, 2009 08:51 pmcutting_edgex23X slips downstairs after her shift in the nightclub, stopping by Bar to order a sandwich and ask about advice regarding the care and feeding of cats.
At least that seems like the only reason for Bar to give X several copies of Cat Fancy.
It's entirely possible that X's increasingly dubious expression as she reads through an issue is the other reason.
She keeps reading, though. Just in case.
At least that seems like the only reason for Bar to give X several copies of Cat Fancy.
It's entirely possible that X's increasingly dubious expression as she reads through an issue is the other reason.
She keeps reading, though. Just in case.
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Oct. 24th, 2009 09:12 pmlaundry-buddy.livejournal.comThe doctor is in. In the bar, that is-- sitting at the bar, rubbing his eyes with tiredness and drinking what appears to be an extremely intense energy drink. He's left his microscopic goggles on, absent-mindedly.
Someone might want to let him know why the table appears to be so close.
[open until sideways-eight.]
Someone might want to let him know why the table appears to be so close.
[open until sideways-eight.]
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Oct. 24th, 2009 11:36 pmtrigger_manJack comes down from his room, walking quickly, eyes darting everywhere. The larger area of the bar isn't helping; there's too much noise, too many people, and that feeling of dread and danger is only getting worse.
Beckett said there was an outside here, somewhere with no walls and no ceiling to make him feel like he's closed in. And hopefully, not so many people. Dodging patrons, Jack makes his way through the crowd, finding the door where Beckett had shown him, and steps out into the crisp night air.
It's dark and quiet out here, more open, and he can see if anyone is approaching long before they get close enough to be a threat.
But it's not helping.
His chest feels like there's something pressing down on it, making it hard to breathe. His heart is pounding, his hands shaking, and with every gasp for breath, the worse it seems to get.
It's something like when he had his heart attack, and he has the feeling that he shouldn't have come out here, that he's going to die out here and no one's going to know, that he should go back in the bar and get help, but he can't because his knees are shaking and he feels lightheaded and he has to hold on to a nearby tree to keep from falling.
It's a panic attack, not a heart attack, but Jack hasn't had one of them before. Someone might want to help him figure it out.
Beckett said there was an outside here, somewhere with no walls and no ceiling to make him feel like he's closed in. And hopefully, not so many people. Dodging patrons, Jack makes his way through the crowd, finding the door where Beckett had shown him, and steps out into the crisp night air.
It's dark and quiet out here, more open, and he can see if anyone is approaching long before they get close enough to be a threat.
But it's not helping.
His chest feels like there's something pressing down on it, making it hard to breathe. His heart is pounding, his hands shaking, and with every gasp for breath, the worse it seems to get.
It's something like when he had his heart attack, and he has the feeling that he shouldn't have come out here, that he's going to die out here and no one's going to know, that he should go back in the bar and get help, but he can't because his knees are shaking and he feels lightheaded and he has to hold on to a nearby tree to keep from falling.
It's a panic attack, not a heart attack, but Jack hasn't had one of them before. Someone might want to help him figure it out.
