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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

The last week of October in Ellen's world has always been a solemn one, ever since the War. What started on the twenty-third finished, so far as the Vault population was concerned, on the thirty-first, when the black rains first fell. It's the kind of thing that lends itself to consideration and solemnities back home; here... well, here Ellen isn't so sure. Still, she doesn't feel as if it would be appropriate to leave in the middle of the week of remembrance, especially since it's still only September back home.

For now, however, she's got a sign up at her table:

Tailoring and repair work of all kinds done while you wait. Reasonable rates on anything from clothing to shoes to firearms to electronics (no micro-chips). Payment can be made directly in flattened bottlecaps if money is a problem. Ask for Ellen Park if she's not at this table.

(She is. She's got General Chase's overcoat on over the black inner jumpsuit she took from the Enclave dead woman, for visual reference.)



[Car keys bait for Medusa, but anyone is welcome to tag. Tinytag: Doctor Girlfriend]

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Knox sits in front of the fireplace, his hat and coat draped over a chair to dry out. It's late December at home, cold and wet with a mix of rain and wet snow and sleet. Not fun at all.

It's a weird time of year at home for Knox. Out there, it's the holidays. And he makes the usual holiday party rounds with friends and co-workers. But since he met Rapunzel - and took her to the Christmas party here that began their journey together - he doesn't really celebrate things out there. He figures that his friends in Gotham notice, but he doesn't care. His heart and thus his celebrations are here. In two months.

Which means he has time to hit the post-Christmas sales and find something nice for his lady. And which means he is inclined to linger in front of the fire for a bit before another ho-ho-horrible weather day at home. Come say hi.

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[wildwld-gadgets.livejournal.com]

Dressed in a baggy sleeved shirt and tight vest/doublet Artemus is standing by the fireplace holding a skull. With a deep and clear voice he says, as if speaking to the skull,
   "Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
    And what strength I have's mine own,
    Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
    I must be here confined by you,
    Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
    Since I have my dukedom got
    And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
    In this bare island by your spell;
    But release me from my bands
    With the help of your good hands:
    Gentle breath of yours my sails
    Must fill, or else my project fails,
    Which was to please. Now I want
    Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
    And my ending is despair,
    Unless I be relieved by prayer,
    Which pierces so that it assaults
    Mercy itself and frees all faults.
    As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
    Let your indulgence set me free."

As he finishes he directs his gaze out, beseechingly, to an imagined audience. Or to any whose attention he has grabbed.

Just what is he up to? You'll have to ask.

[Car keys bait for Melaka Fray but open to all. Slowtimes practically guaranteed.]
[[Tiny Tag: Artemus Gordon]]

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[keptherwaiting.livejournal.com]

Distractions only last for so long, and Jasper knows he should feed when the jitters - that nervous restlessness or the acute annoyance at everything - start to take over.

But the thing is, he doesn't want to. The thought of another deer or bear makes his lip curl in disgust and what he can't - shouldn't, won't - have is what (he thinks) he really wants. So he paces.

He paces the woods of Milliways with the thought of hunting, only his (dark) gaze is turned towards the back door instead. Because maybe, maybe, he could get away with it. Just this once. Milliways is different - there are other worlds and he could follow someone and pick a nobody of the streets where he goes and he can wait out the redness of the eyes at the bar. The Cullens wouldn't have to move; they could stay in Forks.

But he can't do that, can he?

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

[oom: After a certain incident involving Eddie Izzard match arrangement, Puck and Havelock actually have a productive discussion for once in their lives.

... For a given value of the phrase.

Rated M for Manpain and Making Out.]

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[confrontspeak.livejournal.com]

A giant yellow teddy bear walks into a bar.

And promptly walks back out.

Five minutes later, Lacey comes in through the same door - looking disheveled, admittedly, but the bear is nowhere to be seen.

(Unless someone catches a glimpse of the head resting on a table just inside her apartment before the door closes.)


[ tiny creative tag: lacey thornfield ]

[ ooc: car keys for Moon, non-car keys for whomever. ]

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[lonelytouristcc.livejournal.com]

Charlotte Charles is at the beach.

Granted, it's a) a beach she had to suffer through weather resemblant of Scotland to get to, and b) the last time she was anywhere remotely near an ocean paradise, things... didn't turn out so well. Nevertheless, she is determined to improve her track record.

Bar was kind enough to provide a towel. The large polka-dotted umbrella is Chuck's, as are the oversized sunglasses and the big sunhat perched on top of her head.

Being alive again is no excuse to get sloppy about skin care.

[ ooc: recycled EP as car keys for Will Scarlett and non-car keys for whomever. ]

(no subject)

[nathaniel_kitten]

Since the events of an unfinished OOM, Nathaniel's been rather quiet and scarce. He's kept to the routine he'd arranged, spending the week with Anita and the weekend with Asher, but he hasn't said much to either of them, or anyone else for that matter. Despite Anita's insistence that he's older than his years, Nathaniel doesn't much feel like that at the moment. He feels fourteen instead of twenty, childishly disappointed in the current state of his life and relationships.

At the moment, he's dressed warmly in jeans and a sweater, sitting outside on the ground near the lake in the chilly, damp weather. Rigel is laying beside him, the warmth of the young wolf seeping in along his hip and thigh. His hair is braided, which hasn't been his style of late, and he's very, very still as he just stares out over the lake.


[OOC: Open to anyone, even for carkeys, though Nathaniel is a bit depressed. He won't unload on you, though, if you don't know him. :)]

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[numbered_doctor]

It's lame, corny and cliche, and Thirteen regrets the suggestion the moment it comes out of her mouth, but Cuddy agreed to the idea with that soft smile of hers, and Thirteen's reluctance crumbled away. So now, the pair is seated on a blanket on the grass outside Milliways, Cuddy holding Rachel in her lap while Thirteen dishes out some of the food they brought out.

The scene is domestic and sweet, and Thirteen wouldn't have it any other way.


[ooc: Two and a half pups for the price of one, come say hello!]

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[piesordeath.livejournal.com]

When the door opens, a tall, lanky man walks in with droplets of rainwater dripping down the length of his (black) coat. His hair looks a bit wet and in disarray, and in one hand, he's holding a broken black umbrella, metallic bits sticking out in awkward ways to show that this umbrella has been through one hell of a torrential rainstorm, and did not survive the war against weather.

Behind him, lightning flashes. Rain seems to be zipping down in an almost horizontal direction, and the wind is cold.

He shakes himself a little (as if that would do very much), and walks into the warmth and dryness of the bar at the end of the universe.

He could definitely go for a cup of warm tea right about now. And a garbage bin for his no longer usable umbrella.



[ooc: open for car keys, non-car keys, and everything in between!]

Happy Hour.

[notaphony.livejournal.com]

Since her last time behind the bar didn't wind up in disaster, Joan isn't surprised in the slightest when the note from Bar herself pops up again.

She doesn't glance twice at it, instead using it to blot a recent application of deep red lipstick, and then slips back behind the bar again, leaving the big red kiss on the crumpled napkin.

Five minutes later, the board reads the specials:

Old-Fashioned
White Russian
Gimlet

Joan fishes around in her purse for a cigarette; as such, she'll be a little distracted until she finds a light.

[ tiny tag: joan holloway ]

[ ooc: a little earlier tonight. tag in, tag often, tag each other. ]

(no subject)

[makesthings]

The nice thing about fixing an umbrella is that its more about making pieces fit together than great high heats. So Sameth is at a table working on the umbrella and every once in a while snapping his fingers in springs but its slowly coming back together.

He's had to do some small repairs on the metal but nothing too bad and has even been drinking some of the tea on his table. The springs are rather powerful so he's trying to watch where they go but a few of them have escaped him.

(OOC: Car Keys for Alyx Vance but open for everyone until it scrolls.)

(no subject)

[spandexed-edie.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Three Days in October: Day Two.  Edie starts the shit hitting the fan...with a strawberry mocha.]

(no subject)

[ostro_goth]

Teja is lying on one of the couches by the fireplace, head on one armrest, feet on the other; he has seen Charlie the other day, and is well content.

Count the cat is rolled up on his stomach, fast asleep; and Teja is reading a book that compares the end of the Roman empire with the early 21st century, hoping that this will help him understand that puzzling age of computers and confusion.-


[[OOC: car keys bait for acts_of_gord, but open to anybody else as well!]]

(no subject)

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate's at the bar tonight, nursing a protein shake Guppy had recommended to help her gain back a little weight. Too much solid food still makes her sick, but her appetite has returned somewhat.

There's something different about her, aside from her too-thin face and the hitch in her step. She's wearing a light blue floral print skirt with a short-sleeved blouse and a cowhide jacket. Her guns are at her hips, as usual, and her hat is at her back. It's almost like she's stuck somewhere between who she was before Sam's death, and who she'd become afterward. But, strangely, it's a comfortable combination of the two.

She looks a little wary, mostly because she imagines people get quiet as they pass by because they're whispering about what happened to Doc, and every glance from another patron she catches from the corner of her eye assures her that every eye in the room is on her. She had been so sure about leaving, and yet, here she is.

Doc had been so intent on coming back, and yet, he's not here.

She sighs, feeling a little out of place.

And again thinks about Texas, on the other side of her door. It's been almost a year since she last saw her home.


[ooc: May be slow-ish, as I'm winding down from a long day, but will probably be here until some ungodly hour for new tags. And available all day tomorrow, as well. :)]

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[winter_arrows]

Skaði has come in from outdoors again, in her usual jeans and faded t-shirt and no shoes, following a faint trace of a very familiar magic. At least she thinks it's familiar--like a brief impression of scent that reminds one, after a confusing moment of trying to remember, of a certain patch of forest after a rainstorm in one's childhood. But the trace goes cold by the window, and there she stops and glances around, brow furrowed in thought.

Botherable.

[open until it scrolls!]

(no subject)

[queenfaraday.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Three Days in October, Day Two. Things are a little crazy in Washington. Queenie is going to have a very long and very bad day.]

[Tinytag: queen faraday]

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[venusadept_2]

There's a Felix in the bar tonight. He doesn't look like a felicitous happy Felix.

He's currently huddled near the fireplace with a blanket, a box of tissues, and a glass of orange juice.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is sitting in a dark corner of the bar, with a double expresso, trying to finish the report the difficult consultant wants in by nine tomorrow. Currently not looking likely.

At his feet, his young son is engrossed in a Pingu DVD on his mother's laptop. Guppy feels bad bunging the kid in front of the TV, but he hasn't the energy to entertain him at the moment, report or no report.

After a little while, he feels a tug on his trouser leg, and looks down. The DVD has stopped in need of a mouse click, and Alex is standing there looking up at him.

"Doc died." the toddler says.

Guppy swallows hard. It's hard to keep hearing him repeat that, as though asking for a repeat of an explanation that he's not old enough to understand.

"Yeah." He starts the DVD again, gets the kid settled, then puts his head in his hands. He's tired, slightly hung over, hasn't eaten in two days and... doesn't care about this sodding report. He rubs his eyes then presses a key on his laptop.

It crashes.

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[heyfootballhead.livejournal.com]

Arnold is sitting at a table in the bar, enjoying a bowl of cereal.

...Hey, look. The day that a kid can't just enjoy a bowl of cereal on a whim is a sad day indeed.


[ooc: Car keys for themiscyradiana, open to all.]