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[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

Even in the 23rd century, flu is taken seriously. Because it mutates, vaccines eventually become useless. So even with the capacity to make vaccines and antivirals quickly, a new strain can pose a hazard in the short run.

Which is why, once Jim realized that he was not merely exhausted, there is a captain in the Bar for a few days. A strain from the Bar could easily infect the crew quickly, leaving sickbay overwhelmed and McCoy really curious about how a new strain of flu emerged on a ship four months from its last port of call. No need to make life rough for the crew. Or for Bones. Or for himself.

Thus Jim sits by the window, a bit feverish and run down and sneezing, drinking tea with honey. He's felt worse, so he can cope with being under the weather for a few days.

If only he could stop looking out the window. If only he could be sure that he really didn't see something on the other side. Something trying to break the glass!

[ooc: There is most assuredly slowtime today - will tag when I can.]

[Tinytag submitted for your approval: IMDb Flu]

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[hark-at-her.livejournal.com]

Mina is bored. So bored that Bar felt it neccessary to provide her with some kind of distraction. Reading material, in fact, though not quite what Mina usually peruses. Retreating to a booth, glass of red wine in hand, Mina opens the flimsy book and begins to read.

The result of which is a series of snorts and quiet exclamations of disbelief and amusement as Mina Harker finds out how modern media portrays the man responsible for her condition.

[ooc: near-immediate slowtime since I'm off to work, but this is open indefinitely, and I'll be around from 9pm GMT.]

happy hour!

[snap-time.livejournal.com]

It's been a while. In the bar, anyway; for Larry, it's only been a couple of days since he was last in here.
(A couple of very, very long days, since he's been waiting to hear back about his gadget sales pitch - but he keeps reminding himself that probably hasn't even gotten to where it's going yet.)
This time tomorrow, he probably won't be very happy to see the place. But for now, not only is it a welcome sight, but the napkin from Bar asking if he can pitch in is as well.

Specials:
anything cherry-flavored

And so, the bar is open.

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[hadyougoing]

[previously: if you could only see/the beast you've made of me/I hemmed it in but now it seems you've set it running free]


Ava slouches downstairs, hair a tangled mess, and takes in the bar and its occupants with a bored, feral sneer. She could probably be doing a little better, honestly; her chills aren't going away, nor is the persistent ache in her gut that tells her she should be hunting, tearing, running, fucking--

She's wearing socks but not shoes, jeans under protest, and her once-crisp button-down is thoughtfully Britney Spears'd, exposing a pale stomach (growing coarse white hairs) and more than a hint of cleavage.

"I need a smoke," she mutters, before plastering on a sarcastic smile and calling, "Hey! Anybody seen B? How about Sam?"


[ooc: Thanks to IMDb flu, Ava now believes herself to be the homicidal werewolf Ginger Fitzgerald. Fair warning: If you tag her, I am not responsible for any attempts on her part to seduce/grope/eat your character. Ping at Merky Dee with questions! :DDD]

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[scurlock]

oom:

(raton, new mexico territory, 1881)

familiar faces going nowhere

[slight warning for language; to be continued.]

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[stalinova-k.livejournal.com]

Today Kremlina is stretched out on one of the couches, sharpening a knife--a US military surplus bayonet that Ken had gotten her, years ago, when she had broken one of her own in a fight.

She is also half-watching, on a laptop resting next to her on the couch, a DVD of an old season of that women's prison show that Ken loves so much. He wants to know how close to the truth it really is--a made-for-exploitation television show versus an actual superhuman detention facility? She's taking mental notes, and he's going to get a full report.

Oh, is he ever going to get a report.

Highly botherable.

[tinytags: kremlina][open until it scrolls!]

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[notaphony.livejournal.com]

[ OOM: "I'm not going to tell anybody, but you shouldn't have told anybody that." ]

When the door appears in lieu of the break room, Joan nearly breathes a sigh of relief.

It's been a particularly trying day - though witnessing the look of panic on Peggy's face upon realizing she'd actually have to cover for Mr. Draper's lunchtime shenanigans was almost enough to make amends for that.

Regardless, she still fishes out a cigarette as she takes a seat at the bar, and when she requests her usual Tom Collins, she's sure to specify that it be made with extra gin.

[ tiny tag: joan holloway ]

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[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Out of Milliways, and in a different part of Time: Weatherall Station gets a visitor.

Who turns out to have some unexpected relations hanging around.]

The door opens not on a room or a field or a spaceship's interior cabin, but on a black field of vacuum shot through with the terrible flowerbursts of dying stars. It's the view from the observation window, that same apocalyptic loop, but with two figures standing on nothing. One is a boy perhaps thirteen years old, his form slightly blurred as if by heat waves. The other is a middle-aged man, stocky and -- no, it's a young man, twenty or so, and his hand is on the doorknob as he beckons the younger boy forward.

All this in an instant, a brief slice of vision while the door's open, and then Jamie Hamilton is in Milliways, and Will Stanton is closing the door behind them both.

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[apollinares.livejournal.com]

There is dust on his face, in his eyes, in his hair, on his clothing.

(He's spent the past months roaming.

I will remember and not be unmindful of Apollo who shoots afar.

No destination in mind, no end in sight.

As he goes through the house of Zeus, the gods tremble before him and all spring up from their seats when he draws near, as he bends his bright bow.

He just had to go.

But Leto alone stays by the side of Zeus who delights in thunder; and then she unstrings his bow, and closes his quiver, and takes his archery from his strong shoulders in her hands and hangs them on a golden peg against a pillar of his father's house.)
 

He hasn't been here in what feels like an age.

He doesn't stay inside (he never stays), instead taking the quickest route out the back door, towards the lake.

(He needs the space.)

(He's missed it.)
 

[ tiny tag: apollo ]