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[mymagicnumber.livejournal.com]

[This is part of a Plot. Shinji is manga, coming from right after crushing so and so. Spoilers!]

One boy in the bar. This happens a lot, as well as women, hermaphrodites and those you don't ask about. He is sitting on a chair looking up at the viewing window. He could move to a better spot. He does not deserve it. He could stop looking at destruction. He does not deserve it.

Wow, maybe he ought to toss himself to the demon rabbits right now.

Shinji had scrubbed and scrubbed at his hands, not understanding why the blood had been there. Not understanding a thing, really. Ah, the blood came off, of course. But there were red stains all over. Now he was not going to get up and go 'get these spots off!' to a random passerbyer. He's just kind whacked out.

Whacked out, alone, betrayed, but deserving it.

This is one new happy camper, here.

[shinji ikari, yoite, kaworu nagisa]

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[til_it_aint]

So if Ben's lookin' a little more relaxed then he has, maybe it's a good thing. 'Cause see, this time he ain't spendin' all his free time lookin' for a door that ain't there, 'caue the door, well, it is there. And okay, so, maybe he should want to leave if it's right there but truth is it don't open on nothing he wants to go back to. Just dust, 'n Lodz, and shit he don't want to get involved in.

So he's sittin in a booth, smokin' quietly, lookin' at the people and maybe starin' a little more then's really polite,  but his ma never set a whole lotta stock on politeness so it ain't like it's his fault.

Anyway point is he's a hell of a lot more botherable then he usually is.

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[vance_prime]

Alyx was planning to go down to the garage to work on a project today, but she's still feeling sore from the close-quarters battle with that slaver in Ellen's world yesterday. She doesn't think she's seriously hurt, but the project she's thinking of will require her to bend over a lot, which is hell on a not-yet-healed back.

So instead, she's sitting in the most comfortable armchair by the fireplace, a pillow propped up against her sore back, reading the first of the two books Gordon got her for Christmas.

Feel free to come over and ask if her choice of reading material means what you think it means.*




* It doesn't.

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[keptherwaiting.livejournal.com]

It's the thirtieth of December (in Milliways) and the second to last day of Jasper's December gift-giving spree to Alice. He may be going out on a shaky limb with this one, but he's going to take the chance anyway. Another chance, that is, seeing as the last hadn't gone nearly as well as he'd have liked.

But this is different. This could be something they could hold onto until they're ready and for a long time after.

His heart would be hammering in his chest if it could as he slips a couple of pictures of the property - a fairly small hamlet close to the Cévennes and a main house with just enough room for the two of them - into a plain envelope before sealing it shut. And, on the top, with little flourish or fanfare, he simply scrawls for when we're ready.

Nothing has been signed and nothing finalized yet, but the right people have been contacted and an offer is ready to be made. All he needs is for Alice to say yes.

It's her money, maybe even more so than his, seeing how they've obtained it with her ability to see the future and watch the stocks, so he can only hope that she likes the idea and sees it as the gesture it is and not him trying to pressure her out of their current arrangement.

(That, and he'll have to think of another gift for her tomorrow as plans for a wardrobe renovation don't work as well without a house to support it.)

In the meantime, he'll just been sitting in a corner booth and fretting.

Forge post

[ostro_goth]

Teja is out in the forge, folding steel. It is something that must always happen with much hammering and noise and heat and fire, bellows hissing and anvil ringing.

It is even more so, today.

The cats are sitting outside the door, having declared their human mad, and not wanting to go near him.



[[OOC: Forge post, open until it scrolls. Despite his bad mood, Teja will not be rude to anybody, so feel free to approach.]]

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[shufti]

Shufti reviewed her notebook before going on patrol again. So far her notes are fairly short and not very useful.

( Patrol notes so far )

She then looks at the parcel from the Evil Chicken. Remembering what it is, she carries it into the office and leaves a note on the board under the case notes.

That done, she heads upstairs to patrol the quieter corridors again. She lurks quietly along them, looking for the vampire, or any signs of places where struggles occurred. Maybe it left clues...

[tinytag: A Gothic Winter Tale]

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[stillbecoming]

Buffy's new shoes are shiny, and very red.

They're also cursed shoes from the Soulless Shoes in the hell dimension that is a mall, and they compel their wearer to speak the truth.

One of these sentences contains information known to Buffy. Guess which!

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Making plans.]

Guppy comes through the door, brushing snow off his jacket and rubbing his hands a little. Heavy snowfall in Holby tonight.

Suspecting there may still be high medical requirements around here at the moment, he sets up clinic.

Free Walk-In Clinic
The Doctor is In

He tucks in to a defrosted leftover turkey sandwich while he's waiting.

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[baptizemyself]

Huntress has spent most of Christmas alone in her room, reading some of her favourite books. She hasn't much gone in for Christmas since she was 8 years old. And she wasn't expecting any gifts or meetings with friends anyway, either here or back in Gotham. Not this year.

But she'd  here now, by the fire. Dressed in full costume while sipping an espresso and reading The Handmaid's Tale. Company would be welcomed after her self imposed seasonal exile.