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[thanksrainman]

Somehow, Gus has managed to climb up to the rafters. This wouldn’t be so bad if he were just hanging out up there, having relatively safe hallucinations about being a tree frog or something.

Oh, no. He’s running around up there like a lunatic, and has been for a while, now. Somewhere, he’s even dug up a red, long-sleeved shirt (Bar probably gave it to him, in all actuality). For a man who’s usually about as active as a mushroom, he’s actually quite nimble up there.

“Warp drives at maximum, Cap’n!” he shouts in a flawless Linlithgow accent; which, in its own right, is quite impressive since he thinks that everyone from the British Isles is English.

He pauses just long enough to have a small coughing fit, and then he’s back at it. “But I dunnae think she can hold much longer!”

Engine Room to Bridge, I think we have a problem.

_{[Tiny not-actually-Scottish tag: IMDb Flu]}

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[visible_sariel]

OOM, upstairs. Tell our moms we done our best.


Millitimed to late November. Rated D for dark in places, B for bilingual, W for whitetext and M for mixed-up memories in large quantities. Contains spoilers for The Pretender 1.16, Under The Reds.

((Tiny tag of communicable illness: IMDB flu))

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

On this particular evening, Puck is perched on a barstool, fitfully drumming his fingers against the Bar's surface and muttering snatches of song under his breath.

"Here we come a-wassailing
among the leaves so green;
here we come a-wand'ring
so fair to be seen ..."


He has already been about the grounds today, searching out something that an evil vampire might like for a lair, but his heart wasn't in the work; and to be frank, he craved a bit of wassail. (The Bar makes it very well.) But now he is indoors, with Christmastide in full swing and Twelfth Night drawing nigh.

In his reflection of how much he detests this miserable season, Puck has failed to notice the mistletoe hanging over his head.


[ooc: Open as long as people feel like interrupting Puck's brooding with Christmas shenanigans!]

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[never_misses]

Sam's at a table.
He thinks he's starting to come out of this illness, whatever a 'flu' is; he feels less like week-old pooka piss, in any case, and he left the camera upstairs with no trouble.
...But on the other hand, he's got a sketchbook. And the things he's putting in it... well, he's got no use for them, anyway, and once they're down on paper he's not sure what they're meant to be.
(Behold! Transported from there to here.)
Perhaps someone could explain what's up with all these ray guns?

[tiny not!horrible tag: Sam
tin plague tag: IMDb flu]

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[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

OOM: Charlie visits Sallie Reynolds for Christmas dinner

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[kemo_soggy]

(OOM:

Knowing how stories work is almost all the battle.

For example, when an obvious innocent sits down with [four] experienced card sharpers and says "How do you play this game, then?", someone is about to be shaken down until their teeth fall out.
--Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad)

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[soapcarvedhands.livejournal.com]

It's.

Well.

It's been a while.




Harding's worse for wear––he nearly always is, when he manages to escape back into the bar, but he's here, if you want. If you don't––that's okay, too. He's used to not feeling so wanted. And the pocket of quiet is welcome in the midst of everything.

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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Since the incident out back, Kate had taken to practicing during the day once she was feeling up to it again, and only when others have been around. Otherwise she exercises in the gym or back home in between the time spent with Will during the holidays. The iron tablets had helped a great deal in recovering, and her color was about normal again. The scars on her neck were faded if not gone completely.

Today she had her cello with her since she had been going over some new pieces in her classes, and she always liked the acoustics in here. The rafters added to the sound as she picked up her bow to play. It was another mix of classical and more modern pieces as she played.

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[not_lugosi]

Bela has been pretty scarce since she returned from Cal's New York. While she stopped to speak with Mel on Security about the vampire attack, she didn't stop for long.

But now she's back. If demons from her world won't keep her away from Milliways, a vampire certainly won't either. She wears a low cut top tonight with her neck in clear view. The fang marks are gone. The sorcerer who removed her fingerprints did more good work for her. It's much better than plastic surgery, even if it's quite a bit more expensive.

The crucifix around her neck is also in clear view. Stoppered vials of holy water are in her satchel, and she has one vial attached to the holster at the small of her back. While the gun in that holster does not contain silver bullets, the weight of it gives her a sense of security. Add to this the usual anti-demon possession pendant tucked into her jeans pocket, and she feels safe enough, if rather encumbered, to sit in her usual booth and sip a Lemon Drop.

She totally needs a stylish utility belt or something for all this stuff, though.

The Past Casts Long Shadows.

[aeons_crackshot]

(OOM: After returning to the Bar with Ellen, certain memories come to the surface.


The evil that men do lives after them.

"The rules are written
in the stone,
Break the rules and you get no bones.
All you get is ridicule,
laughter,
And a trip to the house of pain!" No Spill Blood by Oingo Boingo

Warning for painful and unethical scientific experiments, trauma and general unpleasantness in the OOMS)

Annabelle comes downstairs looking as if she hasn't slept. (She hasn't, much.) She looks bone weary as she goes to the Bar and finds out that she's lost a few days somewhere. She sighs and tells Bar, "Just put the usual as credit towards my friends tabs, dear. I'll have to come up with something better later."

She could use some friendly company right now.

(OOC: Open as long as anyone wants to tag it.) Tinytag! Connor (Freakangels)

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[ellectrical]

[OOM: Where am I supposed to go?

Sort of spoilers through Heroes 3x02.]

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[stillbecoming]

Buffy does not look festive. She looks grumpy.

Somewhere along the line, a piece of ribbon fell out of the rafters and onto her head. It droops pathetically.

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[shufti]

Tonight, Shufti has taken her vampire hunting outside. There's been no new reports that she knows of, but she wonders whether the culprit feeds in bursts, like a python, then bides its time.

At least one victim was attacked out here, which means two things. Firstly, the vampire has been through the back door at least once or is a teleporter. Secondly, it could strike out here again.

She's well wrapped up, in a proper winter coat, hat and gloves, sitting up in a tree. She has a good view of the surrounding area, and is difficult to see in the early evening night, except for the occasional glint of light off her Security badge.

[tinytag: A Gothic Winters Tale]

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[3nanashi]

OOM: [December 27: unwelcome news.]