A Mystery At Night-Time

[ostro_goth]

Teja is working long into the night; he does not wish to stop before he was done with what he had started, and as Charlie is not there, he has no reason to break off before he is content with what he has wrought.

He steps from the forge near midnight, shivering in the icy air of the winter's night, carrying an empty bucket; he walks down to the lake-shore, to fetch more water. He always needs water for his work as much as fire.

There is a strange weather brewing up over the lake, and Teja looks up into the sky, wondering what this might mean.



[[OOC: Plot-locked to Vlad Dracul -- part of the Gothic Winter Tale plot]]

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[un_fallen]

Raguel is back in his corner, nursing a beer and glaring. Technically, however, glaring would require him to be looking around, and for the most part he's staring into the amber depths of his glass. His eyes flick up occasionally when the door opens, but his expression doesn't waver.

Plotlocked, sorry! Mun is slammed with RL stuff tonight. :(

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[no-older-brothr.livejournal.com]

The amount of snow in the passes Hua's unit was assigned to hold is ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS. Even the Xiongnu aren't trying to come over the mountains any more this winter. They might be barbarians, but they're not crazy. That, Hua thinks, is a designation reserved for his commanders.

He feels absolutely no remorse about not telling them he has access to a very nice celestial realm with real heat and real food and all of those good things. Besides, they'd just get weird about the barbarians anyway.


[tinytag: Hua Mulan]

First Entrance

[captastrofan]

Michael's still dressed for his shift at the Big Q when he pushes open the door to what should be his house.

"David, you will not believe what Marley did today," he says, an amused smile on his face.

He freezes when he looks up and realizes where he is.

"David?"



tiny!tag: Michael Novotny

[ooc: Open all day, though mun may be in and out for errand running.]

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[janebecomes]

[OOM: In the Library
There are some situations of the human mind in which good sense has very little power.
Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen

Tiny tag: Vlad Dracula, a Gothic Winter Tale

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[doyousmellfudge_archive]

[Millitimed to the first of the month: Artie deals with weirdness in the usual fashion: slapping a label on it and going about his business.]

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[janebecomes]

Jane woke in darkness in the library with her book on the floor and her neck hurting.

It took many long minutes to find the candle and light it once more and she pulled her shawl tightly around her as she made her way as quickly as she could to the Bar.

Only when the candle is safely resting on the Bar's surface does Jane realize that her hair is down and how utterly tired she feels.

She looks lost in thought as she tries to recall falling asleep and when the candle went out in the library and how she hurt her neck.

Tiny tag: Vlad Dracul, a Gothic Winter Tale
(OOC: Not plotlocked at all and open until it scrolls.)

Waiting for no one in particular ...

[stapler-stealer.livejournal.com]

A surly "VP type" gentleman, Bill Lumbergh, walked into the bar at the end of the universe.

"Mmmm ... yeah ... " he said looking around. This was his very first visit to the bar, and so far, was not impressed - then again, he rarely was. He went to the bar, ordered a cocktail, and took a seat. He seemd to be in the bar waiting for no one is particular.

Come ... talk to him ... who, knows? He may ask you to come into work on Saturday!

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[sunbaked_baker]

The rats might have complained, but Sunshine had just ignored them. Upon waking up after her unexpected arrival, she had put on what clothes the Bar gave her, and had thrown herself into baking.

After a long day of mixing, kneading, swearing and baking, a pleasantly worn-out Sunshine emerges from behind the clouds door to the kitchen, wielding a large tray of baked goods. Baking had done wonders for her immediate mood, but she was still irritated at the bar for having kidnapped her at such a bad time.

As usual, there wasn't much she could do about when or where the bar's door showed up.

But, she could bake to take her mind off of that frustration.

She settles down at a table near the fireplace, with a cup of tea for her, and a sign for the tray of baked goods:

Sunshine's Fresh-Baked Goods
*Sunshine's Famous Cinnamon Rolls As Big As Your Head: $1.50ea.
(Extra Icing: $.25 per)
*Caramel Cataclysm: $2ea
*Rocky Road Avalanche: $2ea
*Killer Zebras: $1.75ea
*Lemon Lechery: $1.75ea
*Glutton's Grail: $1.75
*Bitter Chocolate Death: $2.50
*Muffins: $.75ea
(oatmeal cinnamon, strawberry, chocolate chip, black'n'blueberry, sweetcorn-jalapeno)

The sign is clear. The baked goods? Warm. The smell? Divine.

Sunshine's mood? Calm, for now. Feel free to stop by if anything should catch your eye or interest.

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[ikissdhimbck]

Clip-clop-clip-clop-clip-clop...

Kate is riding full-tilt, beating desert dust into great, smoking plumes that rise in her wake. Her heart feels like it's racing faster than Beaut's agile hooves, beating a rhythm in her chest that mixes rather well with the laughter on her tongue.

Until, of course, those agile hooves suddenly screech to an unceremonious halt, and Beaut rears herself up on her two hind legs.

"Whoa!"

It's too late, though. Unable to hold on tight enough, Kate ungracefully slides from the saddle and into a bush out by the lake with an "OOF!" Rising with scrub in her hair, she rubs her neck, followed by her lower back, and looks around.


"...Ben?"

Hrm.


When she enters through the back door (alone) after stabling Beaut, she looks a little nonplussed. Still dusting off the seat of her pants and picking dead leaves from her long hair, she shivers as the warmth of the bar melts off the chill from outside, and strolls up to the counter.

"I can appreciate a good joke about as well as the next gal, Miss Bar, but if y'left Ben stranded out in Texas with that rabble*, I don't think he's gonna be takin' too kindly to you -- or me -- when he does get back."

Beat.

"You're bringin' him back, right?"


[ooc: *OOMs forthcoming; please see this back room post for more info. This EP will be open until I say it's not. Which I probably won't ever do. :)

Edit: Heading off for a quick nap, around all day!]

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[cutting_edgex23]

X makes her way inside from the back, her only concession to the weather a long-sleeved T-shirt in place of a tank top.

Cold is something that happens to other people, apparently.

So is hot chocolate, at least today. Bar will have to deal with disappointment on that front.

Though X does accept the snickerdoodle that accompanies her dinner.

It is only polite.

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[source_fairy]

[[OOM: Sirona takes Cyborg to the Christmas market]]

Some indistinct time later, Sirona is by the bar. She wears a low-cut blouse and has pink streaks in her dark hair; she looks like an Old West adventuress filtered through some impossible, racy anime.

No fairy wings today.

Fittingly, she is drinking bourbon, and she is reading an actual printed newspaper. At least this year, no politicians are insulting jobless guys at the Christmas market. Yet. Thank the other gods for small mercies.-