Jan. 11th, 2010
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Jan. 11th, 2010 02:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hoopsonfire[ Nightfall. Learning. ]
The Fledgling is back.
Or rather, downstairs, ensconced in a booth, drinking from a bottle covered in a bottle sleeve: her drink tastes better warmed, and away from the fire the air gets chilly.
An unblinking gaze scans the room, pausing a few seconds on each patron in sight.
[ Open forever, but millitimed to night-time ]
The Fledgling is back.
Or rather, downstairs, ensconced in a booth, drinking from a bottle covered in a bottle sleeve: her drink tastes better warmed, and away from the fire the air gets chilly.
An unblinking gaze scans the room, pausing a few seconds on each patron in sight.
[ Open forever, but millitimed to night-time ]
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Jan. 11th, 2010 12:33 pmaaaaaaaagh_sky[OOM: One-Sided Conversations and the search for the Replicated Man. Possible spoilers for Fallout 3.]
The door opens on the dust and heat of the Capital Wasteland. Ellen and Dogmeat clatter in, Ellen's armor jingling as its plates and segments shift over one another. "Oh, thank God," she says. "It worked. I've had enough walking today."
She pulls up one of the chairs and turns to the nearest wait-rat.
"Can I get some water and food for my dog, please? And a bottle of Nuka-Cola? Or anything cold, I don't even care at this point."
The rat chitters and scampers off. Ellen adjusts the drum-fed combat shotgun across her back and slumps down in her chair.
The door opens on the dust and heat of the Capital Wasteland. Ellen and Dogmeat clatter in, Ellen's armor jingling as its plates and segments shift over one another. "Oh, thank God," she says. "It worked. I've had enough walking today."
She pulls up one of the chairs and turns to the nearest wait-rat.
"Can I get some water and food for my dog, please? And a bottle of Nuka-Cola? Or anything cold, I don't even care at this point."
The rat chitters and scampers off. Ellen adjusts the drum-fed combat shotgun across her back and slumps down in her chair.
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Jan. 11th, 2010 12:54 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
helpful-squid.livejournal.comThe not-really-a-squid has not gone home. Someone showed it the way to the garage. It's been busy, oh, yes, it's been busy. Antique technology from another race entirely, stuff so old even ONI couldn't possibly think it a risk to let the creature play with it- volatile organic compounds! They used hydrocarbons as fuel! Well, most of them, anyway, there were so very many vehicles down there that it hasn't investigated anything even close to all of them yet...
At any rate, the squid creature spent most of the night in the garage, disassembling and reassembling everything it could get its tentacles on that didn't sound an alarm or otherwise drive it off. It put it all back together exactly the way it found it, of course, with the exception of removing wastes and cleaning out excessive rust and corrosion. It's only courtesy to improve the performance of a machine you've learned from, after all. The creature is upstairs now, exhausted and grimy but very satisfied with what it's learned of obsolete technology, and it's getting a big bowl of ... well, some kind of stick-and-lump concoction with bright blue sauce. It might possibly be a salad, if one squints.
Oh, and this being the creature's nature, it's brought up a particularly intriguing derailleur assembly to fiddle with, in much the same way that a human might idly toy with a stress ball in one hand while paying attention to something else. So! Many! Old! Things!
[tinytag: Vergil the Engineer, Jackson Harley, Susan Ivanova]
At any rate, the squid creature spent most of the night in the garage, disassembling and reassembling everything it could get its tentacles on that didn't sound an alarm or otherwise drive it off. It put it all back together exactly the way it found it, of course, with the exception of removing wastes and cleaning out excessive rust and corrosion. It's only courtesy to improve the performance of a machine you've learned from, after all. The creature is upstairs now, exhausted and grimy but very satisfied with what it's learned of obsolete technology, and it's getting a big bowl of ... well, some kind of stick-and-lump concoction with bright blue sauce. It might possibly be a salad, if one squints.
Oh, and this being the creature's nature, it's brought up a particularly intriguing derailleur assembly to fiddle with, in much the same way that a human might idly toy with a stress ball in one hand while paying attention to something else. So! Many! Old! Things!
[tinytag: Vergil the Engineer, Jackson Harley, Susan Ivanova]
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Jan. 11th, 2010 02:00 pmno_justiceThere is a skeleton at the Bar, clothed in a robe of Absolute Dark and accompanying by a scythe so sharp it glows blue where the very atoms of the air are being split - if it were open.
The scythe is folded shut and leans against the Bar. The robe's hood is pushed back and the shiny white cranium shines under the bar's lighting.
He's eating a curry.
The scythe is folded shut and leans against the Bar. The robe's hood is pushed back and the shiny white cranium shines under the bar's lighting.
He's eating a curry.
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Jan. 11th, 2010 04:16 pmj_harleySaturday has just finished reading the notice about the recent vampire activity posted by security. He's come to the conclusion that the vampire wants to be noticed, or it lacks his own talents with memory modification.
In any case, this monster fears no other beasts that may lurk in this strange place.
Feel free to stop by and say hello, or demand to know if he has anything to do with the rash of attacks.
(OOC: tinytag! Mr. Saturday Open as long as anyone wants to tag it.)
In any case, this monster fears no other beasts that may lurk in this strange place.
Feel free to stop by and say hello, or demand to know if he has anything to do with the rash of attacks.
(OOC: tinytag! Mr. Saturday Open as long as anyone wants to tag it.)
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Jan. 11th, 2010 07:56 pmvance_primeGordon Freeman's birthday is tomorrow. Alyx has been working hard to get his birthday present finished in time, which has meant long hours holed up in the garage or in room 288.
When she really gets into a project like this, Alyx has a tendency to forget about other things. Like eating, or sleeping, or bathing. The lack of the first two, at least, are really starting to make themselves felt, which is why she's in the Bar now, having ordered a very large late supper.
Unfortunately, the lack of sleep caught up with her before the lack of food could be addressed. Hence, Alyx is now asleep in her seat, her head rested on her folded arms.
Anybody want to try waking her up before the waitrats show up with her food?
[tinytag: Sam (Villains By Necessity)]
When she really gets into a project like this, Alyx has a tendency to forget about other things. Like eating, or sleeping, or bathing. The lack of the first two, at least, are really starting to make themselves felt, which is why she's in the Bar now, having ordered a very large late supper.
Unfortunately, the lack of sleep caught up with her before the lack of food could be addressed. Hence, Alyx is now asleep in her seat, her head rested on her folded arms.
Anybody want to try waking her up before the waitrats show up with her food?
[tinytag: Sam (Villains By Necessity)]
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Jan. 11th, 2010 08:38 pmnotefulIt's a new year and the beginning of a new semester, and that means getting a new schedule organized. So Meg has covered the top of a table with a pile of syllabi, her calendar, two pencils, five pens, three highlighters, index cards, a notebook, and a cup of tea.
She likes have all the important dates in one place -- it makes it easier to makes plans and make sure nothing important gets lost in the shuffle or overlooked.
She doesn't take her eyes off the calendar when she reaches for a highlighter, misjudges the distance, and sends all three rolling off the edge of the table.
She likes have all the important dates in one place -- it makes it easier to makes plans and make sure nothing important gets lost in the shuffle or overlooked.
She doesn't take her eyes off the calendar when she reaches for a highlighter, misjudges the distance, and sends all three rolling off the edge of the table.
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Jan. 11th, 2010 09:12 pmfiery_ringCarlotta has been trying to stick to public areas while waiting for Teja to finish on the ring. It's not been easy; she's used to training in the trees, or the archery range, or at least keeping active.
She's currently trying to entertain herself with knitting a jumper, but adding physical challenge to the exercise by doing it dangling upside down from the rafters by her knees.
She so far dropped a few stitches, but hasn't fallen off.
She's currently trying to entertain herself with knitting a jumper, but adding physical challenge to the exercise by doing it dangling upside down from the rafters by her knees.
She so far dropped a few stitches, but hasn't fallen off.
