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Nov. 23rd, 2009 12:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hadyougoing[oom: Ava gets out of the office to do a little demonic shopping.
From beneath you, it ... hunts for sales?]
From beneath you, it ... hunts for sales?]
Nov. 23rd, 2009
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Nov. 23rd, 2009 04:28 amone_man_armyIt's still early (bar-time and his-time) when Carl finds a door to Milliways where he wasn't expecting one. Thankfully, the door catches him on the way out of his bedroom, so he's fully dressed (minus the beret, at the moment) and not breaking any rules.
Once he realizes where he is (it only takes a second or two) he heads for the bar for a cup of coffee. There's no point in making it himself at home when he can get it here, after all. He finds a seat in a booth with a relatively good vantage point of the room, and settles in with a pad of paper and a pen.
It's quiet. Quiet is good, especially when he's got a lot on his mind.
(He has a feeling it's going to be a busy day, once he leaves the bar. So he's going to take the break, while he can get it, and actually try to enjoy it for once.)
Botherable, but he'll probably notice you long before you notice him.
[Open for the day. Mun is alternating between cleaning and trying to catch the occasional bit of sleep, but doesn't have to work until 10pm West Coast time so will be around for tags. Carl will be heading out for a bit of plot soon so if you wanted a thread, now's the time. :) ]
Once he realizes where he is (it only takes a second or two) he heads for the bar for a cup of coffee. There's no point in making it himself at home when he can get it here, after all. He finds a seat in a booth with a relatively good vantage point of the room, and settles in with a pad of paper and a pen.
It's quiet. Quiet is good, especially when he's got a lot on his mind.
(He has a feeling it's going to be a busy day, once he leaves the bar. So he's going to take the break, while he can get it, and actually try to enjoy it for once.)
Botherable, but he'll probably notice you long before you notice him.
[Open for the day. Mun is alternating between cleaning and trying to catch the occasional bit of sleep, but doesn't have to work until 10pm West Coast time so will be around for tags. Carl will be heading out for a bit of plot soon so if you wanted a thread, now's the time. :) ]
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Nov. 23rd, 2009 09:05 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
puzzlingprof.livejournal.comThe Professor has been locked up within Milliways for quite some time now, and while it's rather unnerving to not be able to return home, it's also quite exhilarating. Here is the mystery to top all mysteries, a magical establishment located in a seemingly impossible environment and populated by a wide variety of strange and unusual beings. Not only is Milliways an impossibility both chronologically and geographically, its magical nature is also of quite some interest to the Professor. Unfortunately, the best answers he can get out of people range from the insane to the completely unhelpful. It seems nobody is quite as tickled by all this madness as Layton, and would much rather sit back and enjoy themselves.
Of course, even the Professor needs to sit back and take a breather once in a while. His notebook, full of fresh scribbles and theories, lies closed on the table in front of him. Instead, Layton has turned his attention to two very important matters. A cup of tea, and a puzzle he found in the paper this morning.
Sometimes even the most curious minds need to take a break.
[Who needs to write oral presentations or essays worth most of my mark! This is much more productive.]
Of course, even the Professor needs to sit back and take a breather once in a while. His notebook, full of fresh scribbles and theories, lies closed on the table in front of him. Instead, Layton has turned his attention to two very important matters. A cup of tea, and a puzzle he found in the paper this morning.
Sometimes even the most curious minds need to take a break.
[Who needs to write oral presentations or essays worth most of my mark! This is much more productive.]
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Nov. 23rd, 2009 10:23 amaaaaaaaagh_skyTomorrow Ellen is going to start searching for Vault 112 and her father again. Today... well, today she's got to prepare, because it's much too easy to die in the Wasteland. She's already assembled most of her supplies and laid them out neatly on her table, including quite a few stimpaks and doses of Rad-Away. The preparation is currently taking the form of poring over a geological map of the DC/Arlington area as of 2077 and circling various areas in red. The nuclear bombardment could have changed things, for all she knows, but ... well, it's her only real lead at the moment.
Dogmeat's preparation for all of this is to lie under the table and gnaw on the rawhide Ellen bought him, and occasionally bark at passers-by, because for all that he's a very bright dog, he's still just a dog.
Go ahead and bother them, Ellen won't mind. And Dogmeat probably appreciates the attention.
Dogmeat's preparation for all of this is to lie under the table and gnaw on the rawhide Ellen bought him, and occasionally bark at passers-by, because for all that he's a very bright dog, he's still just a dog.
Go ahead and bother them, Ellen won't mind. And Dogmeat probably appreciates the attention.
First entrance
Nov. 23rd, 2009 02:17 pmluckytohaveme.livejournal.com[Pre-Milliways: Another night in Babylon.]
At first glance, the place is a lot like Woody's, minus the pictures of half-dressed beefcake on the walls.
But it's bigger, and darker, and there's . . . a huge fucking window that looks like it's pointing right at fucking outer space.
Brian Kinney shakes his head, blinks a few times, hopes he's not hallucinating and says quietly, "Whoa."
First, a drink. Then, probably another drink.
tiny tag: Brian Kinney
At first glance, the place is a lot like Woody's, minus the pictures of half-dressed beefcake on the walls.
But it's bigger, and darker, and there's . . . a huge fucking window that looks like it's pointing right at fucking outer space.
Brian Kinney shakes his head, blinks a few times, hopes he's not hallucinating and says quietly, "Whoa."
First, a drink. Then, probably another drink.
tiny tag: Brian Kinney
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Nov. 23rd, 2009 02:35 pmjeweled-asp.livejournal.comOne thing a Queen must be very good at is looking delicious while lounging on a couch. It's a shame she doesn't have any servants here to take care of any whim she may have, but she makes do.
Right now, however, she's waiting on some lunch. A rather large lunch, for one person, but then again, she'll probably be lounging and snacking for the rest of the afternoon.
The gold dress that looks like either scales or feathers is a nice touch too.
Right now, however, she's waiting on some lunch. A rather large lunch, for one person, but then again, she'll probably be lounging and snacking for the rest of the afternoon.
The gold dress that looks like either scales or feathers is a nice touch too.
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Nov. 23rd, 2009 03:17 pmjustdidntseeitAfter talking with Beckett, Kate heads to the bar and requests a legal pad and a pen.
A few minutes later, she leaves two notes: one for Demeter, and one for Doc Scurlock and Kate Barlow.
With one last glance around the bar proper, she crosses the room to return to Provence.
[ ooc: blatant abuse of millitime, natch ]
A few minutes later, she leaves two notes: one for Demeter, and one for Doc Scurlock and Kate Barlow.
With one last glance around the bar proper, she crosses the room to return to Provence.
[ ooc: blatant abuse of millitime, natch ]
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Nov. 23rd, 2009 08:30 pmshoeless-ed.livejournal.comEd has crayons, paper, glue, glitter, brightly colored fake feathers, and a bunch of other arty-crafty things. She is drawing turkeys, using the time-honored traditional method of tracing your hand and adding a beak and generally making it look sort of turkey-ish.
Ein, meanwhile, is sleeping comfortably under the table. He didn't even wake up when Ed put a paper-and-fake-feather headdress on him.
Ein, meanwhile, is sleeping comfortably under the table. He didn't even wake up when Ed put a paper-and-fake-feather headdress on him.
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Nov. 23rd, 2009 08:32 pmfairytaleknight[OOM: Fakir, Duck discovers, is not what he appears to be.
Neither, Fakir discovers, is Duck.
Most dialogue and action in these scenes comes from Princess Tutu episode 10: Aschenbrodel Walzer-Coda.]
At sunrise, Fakir dances in the deserted hall of Kinkan Academy. He spins and leaps, his grand jetés wide and graceful, his fouettes faster and faster than ever before. He is thinking of Duck, who is (how can she be?) Princess Tutu. She has no part in this. It's my job to protect Mytho.
When at last, his black clothing drenched and his hair slicked back with sweat, Fakir leaves the hall, the door opens on Milliways. With any luck, Fakir will not meet Duck there.
Neither, Fakir discovers, is Duck.
Most dialogue and action in these scenes comes from Princess Tutu episode 10: Aschenbrodel Walzer-Coda.]
At sunrise, Fakir dances in the deserted hall of Kinkan Academy. He spins and leaps, his grand jetés wide and graceful, his fouettes faster and faster than ever before. He is thinking of Duck, who is (how can she be?) Princess Tutu. She has no part in this. It's my job to protect Mytho.
When at last, his black clothing drenched and his hair slicked back with sweat, Fakir leaves the hall, the door opens on Milliways. With any luck, Fakir will not meet Duck there.
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Nov. 23rd, 2009 09:00 pmart-and-brian.livejournal.comJustin rushes into the bar, dragging a bag of books behind him. He's still in his school uniform and is quite obviously in between classes.
'Sorry, Bar. Couldn't get back to my...door.'
He's out of breath as he dumps his bag and grabs something to write on the board with. And then...comes up blank.
SPECIALS
Half off if I like your order
He knows it's lame but he's so late, it's all he's got.
'Bar's open.'
[Beautiful!tag: Brian Kinney
OOC: Must call slowtime, starting to feel rough. Thanks for tagging, will pick everything up tomorrow. :D]
'Sorry, Bar. Couldn't get back to my...door.'
He's out of breath as he dumps his bag and grabs something to write on the board with. And then...comes up blank.
Half off if I like your order
He knows it's lame but he's so late, it's all he's got.
'Bar's open.'
[Beautiful!tag: Brian Kinney
OOC: Must call slowtime, starting to feel rough. Thanks for tagging, will pick everything up tomorrow. :D]
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Nov. 23rd, 2009 09:15 pmstudent_of_impossibility[oom: For the first time, Tavi realizes he can lie to Isana, and she doesn’t know.]
Tavi looks thoughtful and a little distracted. Hardly ill (if a little pale), and clearly not upset. Only… thoughtful. He’s nursing a cup of hot chocolate--with a bowl of extra marshmallows--and a bowl of cereal. After a few minutes, a wait rat comes over and hands him a stack of some paper and charcoal, and he begins rapidly scrawling out a few notes.
( Bonzo )
( Enzo )
( Seimei )
( Sameth )
When he’s done and has written the names on the front, he finishes his food and chocolate, grabs a handful of marshmallows, and wanders up to the Bar. “Could you keep these for them, ma’am?” he asks politely as he lays them on the countertop.
They vanish silently, and with a sunny smile he heads towards the door. Once he’s back in Alera, the door subtly changes in appearance just as silently.
Tavi looks thoughtful and a little distracted. Hardly ill (if a little pale), and clearly not upset. Only… thoughtful. He’s nursing a cup of hot chocolate--with a bowl of extra marshmallows--and a bowl of cereal. After a few minutes, a wait rat comes over and hands him a stack of some paper and charcoal, and he begins rapidly scrawling out a few notes.
( Bonzo )( Enzo )( Seimei )( Sameth )When he’s done and has written the names on the front, he finishes his food and chocolate, grabs a handful of marshmallows, and wanders up to the Bar. “Could you keep these for them, ma’am?” he asks politely as he lays them on the countertop.
They vanish silently, and with a sunny smile he heads towards the door. Once he’s back in Alera, the door subtly changes in appearance just as silently.
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Nov. 23rd, 2009 10:19 pmguppy_sandhu[ooc: Guppy's party is up here, millitimed to Thursday]
Guppy has spent most of the day running tests on possible cures for the flu virus. He's looking a little tired out, having been at it for hours and not being fully recovered from the virus himself.
He has a sneaking suspicion that by the time they find a reasonable therapy, it'll be all over. But you can't blame a man for trying.
He gets a coffee and looks through a pharmacology text book from Kirk's time.
[tinytag: IMDb flu]
Guppy has spent most of the day running tests on possible cures for the flu virus. He's looking a little tired out, having been at it for hours and not being fully recovered from the virus himself.
He has a sneaking suspicion that by the time they find a reasonable therapy, it'll be all over. But you can't blame a man for trying.
He gets a coffee and looks through a pharmacology text book from Kirk's time.
[tinytag: IMDb flu]
not so gentle persuasions
Nov. 23rd, 2009 10:22 pmslayedthedragon.livejournal.com[OOM: There's another threat looming for Los Angeles, but Angel's on the job.
...That is, if he can keep Wesley from terrifying all their informants.]
...That is, if he can keep Wesley from terrifying all their informants.]
