Nov. 21st, 2009
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Nov. 21st, 2009 02:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
boundxkittyThe front door opens and a brunette walks through, followed by a heavy, pounding bass that fades as the door closes behind her. She's been spending the last couple days in clubs with loud music because it seems to help her head a little at the moment. And if the music weren't enough to tell where she'd been, the outfit sure should. Liz's outfit is definitely more on the edge of what her old self. The top is more leather straps than an actual shirt, her shirt is just long enough that she can sit down, and she's wearing soft leather boots that come to the knee. All black with red trim.
Her swaying walk barely pauses when she finds herself in Milliway. She makes her way over to the bar, ordering a strong drink before turning to lean against the bar and watch the patrons. She's also keeping an eye out for anyone she knows.
Her swaying walk barely pauses when she finds herself in Milliway. She makes her way over to the bar, ordering a strong drink before turning to lean against the bar and watch the patrons. She's also keeping an eye out for anyone she knows.
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Nov. 21st, 2009 02:55 pmnathaniel_kittenIt's been a long two weeks for Nathaniel.
And for Asher.
The door opens and the wereleopard follows the vampire into the bar. There's only a moment of mild shock visible on Nathaniel's face (Asher's is as unreadable as ever) at the change in scenery, and then he slides his hand into Asher's.
Nathaniel leads Asher over to a booth, sliding in beside Asher, keeping close contact. Since the forming of the pentumvirate, Nathaniel has been spending as much time as humanly possible with Asher. He's sure the vampire will soon find him an annoyance, but so far, Asher has seemed equally as needy for his presence.
"You can choose supper tonight," Nathaniel says softly, smiling up at Asher. "I chose last night."
[OOC: Two muns, two pups!]
And for Asher.
The door opens and the wereleopard follows the vampire into the bar. There's only a moment of mild shock visible on Nathaniel's face (Asher's is as unreadable as ever) at the change in scenery, and then he slides his hand into Asher's.
Nathaniel leads Asher over to a booth, sliding in beside Asher, keeping close contact. Since the forming of the pentumvirate, Nathaniel has been spending as much time as humanly possible with Asher. He's sure the vampire will soon find him an annoyance, but so far, Asher has seemed equally as needy for his presence.
"You can choose supper tonight," Nathaniel says softly, smiling up at Asher. "I chose last night."
[OOC: Two muns, two pups!]
Ain't no rest for the wicked (EP)
Nov. 21st, 2009 05:49 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
bonk-bonk.livejournal.com"What's a guy gotta do to get a drink around here?" isn't the most original thing to say as soon as you walk through the door, but it's better than talking about this all being a dream, right? Right.
Sweet, a bar. BLU Scout has no clue when the base got a bar but he's hardly complaining, especially since this bar has ladies. He flips his cap off his head and runs a hand through his close-cropped hair before pulling it back on. He remembers some adage his momma told him once about not looking a gift horse in the mouth, so he shoves his hands in his pockets and strolls up to the bar. No bartender, but maybe it's got some crazy automated shit like the stuff Engineer makes, right? Or maybe someone is under it somewhere.
"Yo yo! Gimmie a Screwdriver!"
He gets a napkin with a note on it instead.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN, 'UNDER-AGE'?"
(OOC: And unfortunately I must away for a few hours. You have all been lovely. ♥ Slowtime for the time being, but still open until BLU Scout's next post.)
Sweet, a bar. BLU Scout has no clue when the base got a bar but he's hardly complaining, especially since this bar has ladies. He flips his cap off his head and runs a hand through his close-cropped hair before pulling it back on. He remembers some adage his momma told him once about not looking a gift horse in the mouth, so he shoves his hands in his pockets and strolls up to the bar. No bartender, but maybe it's got some crazy automated shit like the stuff Engineer makes, right? Or maybe someone is under it somewhere.
"Yo yo! Gimmie a Screwdriver!"
He gets a napkin with a note on it instead.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN, 'UNDER-AGE'?"
(OOC: And unfortunately I must away for a few hours. You have all been lovely. ♥ Slowtime for the time being, but still open until BLU Scout's next post.)
Entrance Post.
Nov. 21st, 2009 07:33 pmagent99There is nothing particularly unordinary about the young woman who walks into the bar.
(Unless you consider an ankle holster, a set of throwing knives, and a few other deadly and injury-causing weapons strapped to her person out-of-the-ordinary.)
What feels strange to her, though, isn't all that. The weapons? They're just like a second skin - but not quite. Not really. This face of hers is the new part, and it's going to take some time before she can learn to recognize herself in the mirror.
Now, of course, the question becomes: where the hell is she?
[ tiny tag: agent 99 ]
(Unless you consider an ankle holster, a set of throwing knives, and a few other deadly and injury-causing weapons strapped to her person out-of-the-ordinary.)
What feels strange to her, though, isn't all that. The weapons? They're just like a second skin - but not quite. Not really. This face of hers is the new part, and it's going to take some time before she can learn to recognize herself in the mirror.
Now, of course, the question becomes: where the hell is she?
[ tiny tag: agent 99 ]
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Nov. 21st, 2009 07:39 pmdark_dancerCata hasn't been sleeping terribly well. Whatever this affliction is, it's hitting her dreams the hardest - and while she's sure that's infinitely preferable to thinking she's someone else while she's awake, it's still quite disconcerting.
Thanks to the Bar, she tracked down a biography about the person whose life she's not-exactly-remembering, but she's had to put it aside for now. It's interesting reading, but she has a feeling it'll go rather better when it doesn't sound disconcertingly familiar.
For now, she's feeling well enough to make a half-hearted attempt at lesson plans. (...Well. More half-hearted than usual, considering she doesn't enjoy it even when she's well. But one does what one must, and she's in no state to be handling weapons right now.)
[tiny!tag: IMDb flu]
Thanks to the Bar, she tracked down a biography about the person whose life she's not-exactly-remembering, but she's had to put it aside for now. It's interesting reading, but she has a feeling it'll go rather better when it doesn't sound disconcertingly familiar.
For now, she's feeling well enough to make a half-hearted attempt at lesson plans. (...Well. More half-hearted than usual, considering she doesn't enjoy it even when she's well. But one does what one must, and she's in no state to be handling weapons right now.)
[tiny!tag: IMDb flu]
A first entrance.
Nov. 21st, 2009 08:27 pmbaron_dragoonLook! Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's... okay, it's not Superman. Not enough red, not enough cape, not enough face.
Whoever it is, he's coming down. By the time he lands not far from the lake it's fairly obvious he's an armored man, although probably no warrior on Earth has worn armor quite like that before.
He lands surprisingly lightly, for such a heavily-equipped man falling from so high, and looks around. Evidently this isn't where he expected to be.
[Tiny tag of excessive elevation: Kain Highwind]
Whoever it is, he's coming down. By the time he lands not far from the lake it's fairly obvious he's an armored man, although probably no warrior on Earth has worn armor quite like that before.
He lands surprisingly lightly, for such a heavily-equipped man falling from so high, and looks around. Evidently this isn't where he expected to be.
[Tiny tag of excessive elevation: Kain Highwind]
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Nov. 21st, 2009 09:02 pmarrow_greenSuper hero in the bar. He's over by the fire on the couch drinking a nice hot mug of hot chocolate he's not in costume. There's a lot on his mind. Maybe too much. His eyes look towards where his door was before looking back to the fire in front of him.
Though some might note the quiver of arrows and bow beside him. His free hand is on the bow idly running along it. Not that he's noticed. He's lost in thought. So a distraction might be needed. If that were possible.
[Tiny Tag: Oliver Queen]
Though some might note the quiver of arrows and bow beside him. His free hand is on the bow idly running along it. Not that he's noticed. He's lost in thought. So a distraction might be needed. If that were possible.
[Tiny Tag: Oliver Queen]
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Nov. 21st, 2009 10:03 pmcaptainryan.livejournal.comBar presents Ryan with a collar on his next visit. It's an odd looking thing, with a dial, an odd knob, a light, and two empty pockets set in leather strap. He looks it over, then asks her quite plainly, "What am I to do with this?"
For Damocles.
Damocles? Well, the dog didn't have one, for Ryan had never seen the need, but perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea. Dam, sit.
Yes, sir. The Doberman sits, tail wagging, ears pricked curiously. What's that?
A collar. It's something to tell people you have a pack, so they won't think you're a stray, Ryan explains, kneeling to fasten the thing around Dam's neck. Since you can't tell them yourself.
"Yeah, I don't speak English."
Ryan and the dog both freeze, and despite the vastly different features, both wear near the same expression of shock.
...did you just talk?
"Yes?" Says the collar as Dam says it in canine, the light on the collar glowing red. "I did! This is great! Now everyone can understand me!"
Ryan's pretty sure this is a bad thing.
For Damocles.
Damocles? Well, the dog didn't have one, for Ryan had never seen the need, but perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea. Dam, sit.
Yes, sir. The Doberman sits, tail wagging, ears pricked curiously. What's that?
A collar. It's something to tell people you have a pack, so they won't think you're a stray, Ryan explains, kneeling to fasten the thing around Dam's neck. Since you can't tell them yourself.
"Yeah, I don't speak English."
Ryan and the dog both freeze, and despite the vastly different features, both wear near the same expression of shock.
...did you just talk?
"Yes?" Says the collar as Dam says it in canine, the light on the collar glowing red. "I did! This is great! Now everyone can understand me!"
Ryan's pretty sure this is a bad thing.
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Nov. 21st, 2009 10:06 pmvandemerwe.livejournal.com| Francois Moraneau CIV Engineer Team: Well, the truth is, nobody really knew what this place was. There are a lot of mysteries in District 9. |
ooc | all dialogue taken from the film district 9
tiny tag | wikus van de merwe
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Nov. 21st, 2009 10:25 pmguppy_sandhu[oom: Juggling the unexpected.]
Guppy has set up clinic for any other lingering flu victims. And having tea. His hand is covered in small toddler-shaped bite marks, but they don't seem to be bothering him too much.
Free Walk-in Clinic
The doctor is in
Free flu remedies here!
Guppy has set up clinic for any other lingering flu victims. And having tea. His hand is covered in small toddler-shaped bite marks, but they don't seem to be bothering him too much.
Free Walk-in Clinic
The doctor is in
Free flu remedies here!
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Nov. 21st, 2009 10:38 pmwalkstheboundsA rather short, disheveled novice, clad in a red mantle and purple wimple, slides into the bar with undignified haste, then stops to lean against a table and glance backwards.
"Whew - that was a bit close!"
The young nun sinks onto a stool, pushes back his wimple, and says to the bar, "I think I could use some kind of fizzy chocolate drink right now."
(Jamie's voice still hasn't broken, and he's only grown half an inch since he was last in the bar, fifteen or twenty years ago on his timeline. Still, he's well aware that won't be able to get away with this sort of thing much longer.)
"Whew - that was a bit close!"
The young nun sinks onto a stool, pushes back his wimple, and says to the bar, "I think I could use some kind of fizzy chocolate drink right now."
(Jamie's voice still hasn't broken, and he's only grown half an inch since he was last in the bar, fifteen or twenty years ago on his timeline. Still, he's well aware that won't be able to get away with this sort of thing much longer.)
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Nov. 21st, 2009 11:24 pmuquars_gadget[OOM: "No will in me can lack, neither do I trust shall there lack any power," - Elizabeth I, at her coronation.
Kids do not try this at home. I was checking out MSDS's half the night at it is not a good idea.]
Kids do not try this at home. I was checking out MSDS's half the night at it is not a good idea.]
