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[cutting_edgex23]

[OOM: Thankfulness and perspective are not at all unrelated. Potatoes, however, are.]

[ooc: Millitimed to yesterday.]

gated

[k_in_black]

[OOM: After this.

Since that book on Loompas didn't work out, Zed sends K down to the lowest level of MiB HQ, for a visit with the unluckiest agent in the bureau.



(Including gratuitous references to AU, non-Mways pups. Unless muns care to say otherwise. =)]

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[gorgonfondness]

Mia's family, being mostly Vanetian or British, does not celebrate America's Thanksgiving. All she really knows is that it's about time for her to get started on Christmas shopping and that there are a lot of people on her list.

So she's surprised when, after taking a careful seat at the bar, she's presented with a hearty bowl of turkey soup with a side of twice baked stuffing to crumble on top without her asking for anything. But her stomach and the baby are reminding her that she is quite hungry and it wouldn't be a good idea to compose a Christmas list hungry, unless everyone really does want assortments of Christmas cookies, cheese gift baskets, summer sausage, and their kin.

So there's a 27 weeks pregnant Guildmaster having a nice lunch and writing up a proper Christmas list of gifts and recipients.

Maybe you're on it?

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[doc_rusty]

A man wanders backwards into the bar on his hands and knees, wearing a dressing gown and a single house slipper.

"Dean, have you seen my s--"

Rusty stands up, realising where he is. "Of course."

_{[tiny super villain tag: Doctor Girlfriend]}

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[notaphony.livejournal.com]

The sound of jazz follows Joan into the bar, as does the scent of cigarette smoke.

It might be early here in Milliways - even if it is, she's halfway through a girls' night out with her roommate, Carol, and the door to the ladies' restroom seems to have given way to the bar at the end of the universe, instead.

She brushes her red curls over one slightly bare shoulder and looks around for a familiar face as she steps to stand at one side of the bar.

---

Meanwhile, her nearly-identical twin is curled up in a booth far on the other side, painting her nails a shade of orangey-red - almost the shade of autumn leaves.

She's working on her second coat now, lifting her hand in front of her face to blow against her fingertips.

---

A woman who resembles neither of the previous two sits at a table of her own, working on a cold beer.

She's still not sure what to make of this place, but the bar seems to be on her side. (At least she's gone and served her the good stuff.)

---

The agent otherwise known as 99 is dancing by the lake.

Or, more accurately, she's stretching into what looks to be an impressive arabesque. It's a little chilly today, but not as much in the sun, and she's got leg warmers on, at least.

[ tiny tags: joan holloway, agent 99 ]
[ ooc: open until their nexts. ]

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[aeons_crackshot]

OOC: What do you do when the Soviets have launched a surprise attack on the United States and you're very short handed? You bring a friend along, of course.

Annabelle Newfield comes through the door wearing several new guns and a bullet proof vest. The open bottle that she's carrying in one hand probably has whiskey in it. She turns to speak to Tanya Adams while she's still in the doorway, "We should probably leave some of the local spirits for the rest of the grunts," she calls with a laugh.


(OOC: Two pups, two muns. Feel free to tag either or both Tinytag! Tanya Adams)

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[ladyfirestarter]

[Out of Milliways: Correspondence, two days ago.]

Charlie's at the bar, with coffee. Sweet, sweet life-giving coffee.

"Still no?" she's saying, wearily, apparently to the bar itself.

(She gets at least one almost immediate response.)


[Open for new tags until it scrolls.]

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[fiery_ring]

Carlotta has a mug of hot lemon and a comfortable seat in the corner. She has a bit of a sore throat, and is a bit worried that she might have caught that awful flu everyone seems to have.

She decides to hang around for a bit and see if it goes off. It wouldn't do to take it home and give it to the whole school, especially since most of them had measles last term.

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[foxglove_eyes]

Lamia's just been at Mass (there's something irresistible about prayer), so as she appears in the dark doorway, she looks almost... holy. Could be the candlelight flickering behind her.

As the door closes, the halo disappears, and she's left in shadow.


[ooc: open until it scrolls.]

double post!

[abar-starclog.livejournal.com]

Even in Milliways, television can have a way of bringing people together. Especially when the TV in question is currently showing some variant on a World's Dumbest Criminals show.

Carl was mostly tuning it out, at first, but it's sucked it in. Same with someone at the next table over - who, after a particularly bad attempt at a jewelry store heist, rolls her eyes. "Amateurs."

"Yeah," Carl agrees. "Their security guys so should've caught on to that at least five minutes earlier."

...And they proceed to eye each other warily for a few moments, before narrowing down details such as world of origin. (Conflict Diamond has no quarrel talking to someone who usually works the law-enforcing side of the fence, but she'd rather make sure they're not going to have any bearing on her business at home.)

(OOC: Tag one or both. This idea seized me the other day, and I had to run with it. Open till they get new posts.)

Four-pup post

[ostro_goth]

It was Tower who had started talking to the young woman with the mostly pink hair, and within five minutes, they were arguing politics. Sirona was quite passionate about it. "It's the people's business, and it's their prerogative to make mistakes," she was declaring when Teja walked past.

"It is, indeed, the people's business," the Goth said, "but a wise leader will protect them from the worst mistakes. If one is entrusted with leadership, one must serve them, not glory in power."

"Being a king sucks!" Donovan said, sitting right beside Sirona with a beer. "Everybody looks at you to fix their shit."

They argued for a while, but now they are all sitting around a table with drinks, and teaching the Ostrogoth to play poker. Donovan, Sirona and Tower are finding that really funny.



[[OOC: Say who you want in your tag, or you might get several!]]

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[laundry-buddy.livejournal.com]

Kitted out in full lab gear (goggles, lab coat, and gloves), Dr. Horrible marches into the bar and sets up shop. Unfortunately, all he had was permanent marker, and it took a few tries, so the sign on the table looks something like this:

ATTENTION, PaTRONS:
Victims Subjects Assistants needed for scientific experiment. Probably Completely safe and legitimate. Be a part of something awesome!

With this convincing advertisement nearby, Dr. Horrible sits back, orders a grilled cheese, and waits for... er... assistants.

[tiny tag: Penny!]
[open until his next post.]