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[ginsu_master]

Leo is soaking wet at a table. With two cups of tea. There is a duck swimming in one.






Don't ask.




[OOC: Passing out soon, but slowtimes are welcome!]

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[creationofwill]

Sleep-walking is never good for an (ex?)-Angel. Sometimes it can lead to destruction by an Evangelion! But as there are no Evangelions in the bar proper, Kaworu is not completely and utterly destroyed.

Sleep-walking, sleep-walking, finding a couch to crash on. At least he was able to do this before somehow hurting himself. But considering how much his automatic instinct causes him to burrow in, it is not a very nice dream.

Not a nice dream at all.

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[thursdays_angel]

There is an angel standing squarely in front of the Window, hands clasped loosely behind his back.

Castiel likes the view from the Window in Milliways. He finds it soothing.

He looks rather lost in thought, but the thoughts themselves aren't terribly important.

Botherable.

[OOC: Work may call for unexpected slowtime.]

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[vance_prime]

[Out of Milliways: A glimpse of the past leads to strange revelations in the present.]

Last night was... Alyx doesn't really know a word for what last night was. 'Discombobulated' is a good word for how it's left her, though.

She's currently curled up in a chair by the fireplace, staring into the flames and fish, but not really looking at either one.

[tinytag: Hua Mulan]

Volterra.

[ofthefamily]

[OOM: Carlisle never looks anyone in the eye -- gold eye meeting red here never wins him anything.]

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[xamotomax]

Sitting at a table reading business magazines while drinking tea [coffee is for mornings—this is mid-afternoon, folks] is a pair of mirror-twin brothers in equally-mirrored business suits. Casually turning pages and taking sips from their teacups.

Or, so they'd like everyone else in the vicinity to believe.

What they're actually doing is conducting a silent conversation regarding events at home. Things like what their various agents in the field are doing, the reports that are being sent in, as well as who they next plan to recruit into the Crimson Guard [they have several candidates in mind]. The fact that they've read every article in these periodicals at least three times already [before coming here—these magazines are from their world, after all], makes it easy to do so. They can maintain the facade of being your typical businessmen while doing very un-businesslike things, and, if you ask them what they're reading and what it's about, they can give you a truthful answer.

It just won't be the answer to the question you asked.


Anyways, I'm sure they're botherable. Ish.


[Tiny Tag: Xamot and Tomax.]

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[snap-time.livejournal.com]

This outfit is a little less ridiculous, at least.
But Larry feels more like crap, and is seriously starting to wonder what is up with all these false memories involving some kind of cameras. Because really, he could almost understand one, but...what. (The narration observes that this is mostly because she's never seen Starsky and Hutch.)
At least he's only got Nerf guns, despite the occasional deluded consternation that they break character.

[tiny!tag: IMDb flu]

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[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny is walking in she's got snow in her hair and on her hat as she stops near the door and tries to shake it off her shoes and coat before leaving a mess for someone to clean up as she looks around trying to hurry up so she can get a hot chocolate and food.

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[gimmeachant.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM: Performance Review]

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[raptorcanaria]

Dinah, it has to be said, is feeling a lot better now.

But that might be because she thinks that a higher-than-normal body temperature is perfectly healthy for her.  It may also be because she is under the impression she is indestructible and therefore above petty viruses.

She may currently not really be under the impression that she's Dinah Lance at all.

She is currently out in the training ground, running through katas of what on expert inspection will turn out to be Northern style Shaolin kung fu. For those people keeping track of the young martial artist's progress, she doesn't currently know any kung fu.

As for the girl in question, she's more concerned about her inability to produce fireballs.

[tiny tag of Dinah's going to kill me: IMDb flu]

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[venusadept_2]

Even if he hasn't been obvious about it, Felix has been doing sword practice while he's been here. As his younger self once put it, being at the end of the universe is no reason to get out of condition.

Well, today he is being obvious about it. And he's really quite good.

Spectate, challenge, heckle, throw rocks. Odds are, he'll respond.

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[bring_a_sponge]

Don't look now, but Agent Zed is stomping into the bar after a long (they're never long enough) absence. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.

Crree-eeaakk [as he takes a seat at Bar].

"BOURBON!" he roars.

*bamph!* [there's the bourbon]

*bamph!* [there's something else]

Zed eyes the second object suspiciously.

"Bob Wonka's Guide to the Loompas? What kinda Milliways bullshit is this?"



[Say, that wasn't the sound of ominous, foreshadowing thunder on the horizon, was it?]

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[walksthebounds]

The other day, Jamie had an awkward encounter in the ladies' bathroom.

Unfortunately, the soap on use was not antibacterial.

The day after that, Jamie found himself developing a sore throat; the day after that, he started to cough. At first this was annoying because it was the first time in a century he'd had to deal with being ill. Today, it's annoying because he's supposed to be performing with the band in a couple of hours, and he's on the verge of losing his voice.

He swings himself into a seat at the bar and demands, hoarsely, "Cough drops!"

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy leaves a note for infirmary staff and Mike.

( Which reads )

He settles next to the bar, going through the test results from the virus sample he got from Teja. Wondering where it came from, what's causing the hallucinations.

The bar offers him an apple, a banana, a cupcake and a glass of orange juice in succession. He fails to notice any of them.

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[laundry-buddy.livejournal.com]

Billy stumbles in, bleary-eyed and red-nosed.

He's feeling odd today. This morning, he got the urge to put on a suit. Now, every time his eyes sweep across the bar and sees a chick (woman), a number from 1 to 10 pops into his head.

He staggers into a sitting position at the bar, and rubs his head. Tension-type headache, caused by fatigue and likely untreated depression.

Whaaat... is going on here? 

Let's find out.

[tiny tag: imdb flu, featuring Doogie Howser and Barney Stinson.]

[open until it falls off the front page.]

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[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo is reading a book by the fireplace. He should be reading Preventer files, familiarizing himself with the L2 agents. But it's one thing to read case files in public (he doesn't worry about the right of privacy when it comes to scumbags) and another to read personal files.

It's clearly a very serious and studious book.

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[mr_gaeta]

The insurgency's begun to ask for information regarding a New Caprica Police graduation ceremony scheduled in a week's time.

Specifically, they're asking if President Baltar will be there.

Gaeta has a good feeling as to why, and it counts for most of the preoccupied look on his face as he nurses a beer near one end of the bar. The rest of it...well, it's less "preoccupied" than "puzzled." Because Bar, in an attempt to either distract him or cheer him up (or possibly both), gave him a small stack of old-fashioned baseball cards along with his drink, the kind that come with a powdery stick of bright pink bubblegum inside.

Right now he's got one of the pieces of gum pinched between his fingers, holding it up for closer examination.


[OOC: open until his next EP! also, car keys bait for Edward Cullen.]