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[makesthings]

[OOM: Before the Dead attacked:

When two young men set themselves to cause mischief in search of education, all the locks in the world will prove no impediment.
A Somersby Boy
by the Honorable Harold Peabody Class of '07

Tiny tag: Nick Sayre
(OOC: This happened before Sameth found Milliways and before the beginning of Lirael, sadly no copies of A Somersby Boy exist for I know that I'd read it.)

First Entrance

[pickyourmoments]

He’d been told by management to go fetch some new toner for one of the printers, and despite putting up a bit of a fuss over it, he did have to admit that a meandering walk through the hideous maze that was the office was more enjoyable than sitting in his cubicle.

He didn’t make his way directly to the supply closet. He first stopped off for a cup of coffee, and then made a frankly pathetic attempt at chatting up one of the mail room girls.

So, when he finally does make it to the supply closet, it’s with more than a little surprise to find that the closet has, in actuality, been replaced by a bar. He turns back round quickly, as though to make sure that the office is still on the other side of the door. And it is.

“Jeez, I knew they were remodelling on this floor, but isn’t this just a little excessive?” he asks to no one in particular.

Fake!Tag: Chandler Bing

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[helpful-squid.livejournal.com]

So a squid walks into a Bar.

Well, no. That's not right. Squid are aquatic, and the creature is floating in midair with no sign of water support at all. The top of its central mass, a pink and purple lumpy sac of sorts, hovers something like nine feet above the ground; the ends of its lowest tentacles clear the floor by a good three feet. Walking, too, is the wrong word for it. While its tentacles (four manipulators and two slenderer tendrils) are moving, to be true, it's the sort of leisurely drifting motion one sees from light objects moving through a breeze, and not the steady, purposeful motion of a walk. And as long as we're on the topic, squid is an inaccurate term for it on another front: while squid have heads, they're part of their central line, with the body on one side and the tentacles on the other. The creature instead has a blunt, snakelike head and neck, perhaps the length of an adult human arm from fingertip to elbow. The head and neck skin are a pale, almost luminescent blue, mottled here and there with darker blues. Its six eyes, three down each side of its head, are black. Unlike a squid's, the eyes give the appearance of being all pupil, or nearly all- and it's blinking in surprise, and whistling sharply in startlement, neither of which is a behavior of which squid are generally capable.

But all things considered and for lack of a better term, one may safely say that, yes, a squid walks into a Bar.


[tinytag: Vergil the Engineer, Darryl "Mother" Roskow, Vext]

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[leavetherest2me.livejournal.com]

Carly had almost managed to convince herself this place wasn't real. It didn't show back up immediately and even Sam didn't bring it up too often. But she had dreams about it and she would wake up with a scowl on her face.

Of course, she tried to make it a better idea in her head. Like, maybe, a special hang out for just her and Sam for now. No Freddie. She didn't know how she felt about that.

And that's when the Bar showed up in her math classroom. "What."

And that's when she decided it was a good place, because it had replaced her math class. Carly was good at math...but it was boring.

She shrugs and heads to the bar, dropping her backpack on the floor and orders a smoothie. Aw yis.


[itag: carly shay]

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[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

Xaldin is sitting in the bar with a sign. Xigbar wrote the sign and it reflects his taste in speech. However the sentiment is correct.

Wanted: One professional shrink who's okay with magic and shit.'

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[nolongerhunted]

It was too cold to be outside so she opted to stay inside. So she's sitting at a table with a hot mug of hot chocolate in front of her and a drawing pad. The pad holds quite a bit that she's seen in this place. Inside of Milliways. But she's content. Happy even. Something she hasn't been in a long time.

But that doesn't mean that distractions from drawing aren't needed.

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[madeyoudodge]

[OOM: At home, Catherine breathes a sigh of relief.]

[Millitimed to last night. Tiny tag: Catherine Bloom]

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[captainryan.livejournal.com]

So a vague notice went up a couple days ago about attacks in the hallways and warning of mind control.

Captain Ryan’s not a big fan of mind control, despite never having been subjected to it himself. Still, that someone is running around causing trouble, yet again, and Security can’t seem to stop it, yet again, has put him in a rather grumpy mood.

Big surprise.

If you like grumbly werewolves, feel free to poke the one scowling at the Window.


Tiny hooded Tag: Urquhart
Tiny skittish Tag: George Sands

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[changeinasnap]

Creak, goes the front door opening.

Thunk! goes the front door closing.

"Huh," goes the --

(well, he's not a man, not really; definitely not a human being, but it'd take a good pair of eyes beyond what most mortals've got before you'd say otherwise; and just what he is beyond human? That'd require way more than your average twenty/twenty.

But hey. Why not. For simplicity's sake, for now, let's call him a -- )

man who's sauntered in, face lit up with an unconcerned curiosity at the sight of what he's stumbled into. Biting into a half-unwrapped chocolate bar fisted in one hand, he glances around the room, taking in Milliways and its denizens with clear approval.

"This is new."

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[notagagagirl.livejournal.com]

((OOM: Is this a kind of magic?

-Or-

Scaramouche makes a new gentleman friend.))



(Tinytag: A Gothic Winter Tale)