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[time_dancer]

( Val leaves a note with Bar for Security when she comes down for breakfast. )

Val had meant to leave the note for Security several days ago but got sidetracked by Christmas. Now she's realized she's completely missed Christmas when the presents appear for her. She orders a simple breakfast and begins her list of who to make gifts for while she waits for any security who might be around.

[Tiny tag: A Gothic Winter Tale]

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[findthegeck]

[OOM: A creature is co-opted as a contributing companion in this curious coterie.

(Caution: Contains Cow.)

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[thanksrainman]

[OOM: Gus still believes he's Lt. Cmdr. Scott.]

[Tiny plague Tag: IMDb Flu]

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[freezeitwithice.livejournal.com]

One thing that Vexen sorely regrets not being able to bring with him to Milliways is his piano. He enjoys playing as much as he can truly enjoy anything. There is something comforting in the mathematical precision and complexity of a well-crafted piece of music, how even the most organic composition can be neatly subdivided and analyzed. Playing keeps his hands and his mind busy simultaneously; the Academic does not enjoy allowing either to idle for too long.

Some kind-hearted soul has pointed him in the direction of the bar's piano, and Bar herself has seen fit to provide him with some sheet music. It's a Rachmaninoff etude, and while it's not Vexen's usual fare it has the benefit of being good exercise for the fingers; the Academic considers it important to keep his body in good condition, and that includes manual dexterity. His gloves, a closed sketchbook, and a pencil are resting on the piano itself.

If it sounds like a cat has gotten loose on the keyboard, well. That's certainly not Vexen's fault. Blame the composer.


[Tiny tag: Vexen]

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[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

Olive's back again (the door was in her kitchen. she'll never understand that magic), so she's making the best of it. She's at the bar with a hot cider, wishing it could warm her heart, and not just her stomach.

Can she bend your ear with her troubles?

[ooc: open until her next post.]

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[jeweled-asp.livejournal.com]

Cleopatra lounges on the couch, with a glass of wine and a plate of cheese and crackers.

She seems to be reading over a stack of ancient paperwork, and sighing.  It seems that even way back when, there's a lot of paperwork in ruling a country. 

Though, the new stack she picks up, she smiles.  Letters.  Personal letters. 

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[zeevofbristol.livejournal.com]

The recent party was nice and good distraction. Still George had been checking for his door each day and getting increasingly agitated for two reasons. One, he was stuck here. Two, he could feel the moon growing more full. Having a pack here helped, and yes he'd come to some terms with himself and his furrier self. Still, having that side more under the surface was making him antsy. He had to stop himself from pacing near the door like a caged animal a few times, and fidgeted with the salt shaker on a table instead.

Maybe a walk out back will help. Maybe not... He even started heading to the back door, but then looped back to his table again.

And then again ten minutes later.

[tiny tag: George Sands]

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[hoorayfor-me.livejournal.com]

It was all a lie.

She was still reeling from that, Micheal- Micheal was grooming her for the NSA, and that was the whole point. Not teaching her to control it, not even studying how it worked, but to use her telepathy to track down people, like some kind of dog.

She stumbled through the door, still reeling from the shock and the broken concentration and all the people, everyone on the subway thinking so loud in her head, and it didn't help at all because there's just more people in Milliways. She staggered back against the door, hands pressed up against the sides of her head to block it out, looking very much close to crying. Or completely flipping out. Either way.

She's not having a good day.


{OOC: 'sup. Freya's concentration < nil right now, so she's hearing the thoughts of everyone around her, unless your pup is actively blocking her. And feel free to randomly pop into a thread for a comment or two of thought-guest-starring, it'd be great. :D}

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[almosthonorable]

[ contrary to popular opinion, crime does pay ]


Ben has an abundance of good cheer that has nothing to do with the holiday season. Which is why, if you plunk yourself down next to him -- or, hell, just wander up to the counter near his stool -- he'll probably offer you a smile, a nod, and even a drink.

Conversation is a given, regardless.

(Which, well. It's up to you if that's a boon or a deterrent.)

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[headed4hell]

[Not-so-OOM:

Somewhere nearby,

during a chance encounter in a stairwell,

a light flickers and explodes.]

[Warnings for adult situations.

Tiny tags: A Gothic Winter Tale, Vlad Dracula]

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[sunbaked_baker]

(Somewhere Under Milliways: Sunshine's large, lovingly-collected library of gothic vampire lit will likely never be the same refuge of fantasy escapism ever again. She may burn them all when she gets home. If she survives to get home.)

From the kitchens come the sounds of startled, squeaking rats, of a large basket of paradoxes overturning as someone runs unsteadily towards the reassuring light and noise of the bar. The door to the kitchen slams open a moment later, letting through a pale and shaking Rae, clutching her wrenched and bruised right arm to her chest as she runs.

Her head is still reeling, her eyes watering and blurring her vision, the realization of what had just happened - what she had done - and to whom - causing her stomach to rebel violently.

Luckily, the cleaning crew prefer a clean bar and have put trash cans up at strategic locations, for Sunshine doesn't make it to the restroom before being physically ill. She falls jerkily next to it, clutching the trashcan rim with a white-knuckled grip in an effort to steady herself and counteract the tremors she can't seem to stop.

(Warnings in OOM for... well, gothic horror.)

(Tiny tags: A Gothic Winter Tale, Vlad Dracula)

(OOC: Mun has gone to bed. Will return to tag up on threads tomorrow. EP is open for new threads/tags forever and ever, amen. <33333)