(no subject)

[acts_of_gord]

Even with Alyx reminding him a few days ago, Gordon had forgotten that today was his birthday. Bar, however, remembered.

How it got the candle to stand up and burn festively in his bowl of Frosted Mini-Wheats, he's not sure. It's probably better not to ask.

"Thank you," he says to the Bar anyway, and goes to look for a seat. He doesn't feel much older, to be honest. If anything ages him these days it's experience, not the mere passage of time. And one day? Unless it's May 16th of 2001, it's not gonna age him that much.

(no subject)

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Knox is reading the newspapers. It's a busy stretch. Batman just arrested one of the most wanted gunmen-for-hire, the notorious Deadshot, thwarting a hit on a witness against the Maroni crime family. The siege at the Church of Truth compound in Lubbock is dragging into its seventh day, and rumor has it that the new Attorney General and the head of the FBI met with the President's Advisor on Superhuman Affairs to discuss calling in help. Spring training is underway. And every weather forecast says that the East Coast is about to be hit with a March blizzard. Plenty of topics for a column, no doubt, though Knox has to hope that the blizzard doesn't come - he still remembers the last time Gotham was socked in and has no desire to go through that again.

As he turns from the news to the sports, Knox orders a fresh cup of coffee. Come say hi.

(no subject)

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

The Medic is peeved. Not only did he have to deal with an overabundance of yells from Herr Scout and Herr Soldier today (beyond the common run, anyway), his guinea pig developed some sort of rash. It looks stress-related, but he's no veterinarian, so he can't be sure. And the blood sample he took last night from Frau Scara hasn't been cooperating- pfeh! Someone needs to be brought to heel for this.

Barring that, he'll settle for coffee with two sugars and a copy of one of the Stuttgart daily newspapers.

(no subject)

[mendanddefend_archive]

The sprite population in Milliways has just increased by two.

Not coincidentally, the flying baby population has just increased by one.

Mairi Matrix is securely tethered to her dad, and the two of them are heading out for a walk/fly around the lake, followed by lunch in the Bar proper. (Assuming Bob can get Mairi to sit still for the latter.)

Feel free to bother them indoors or out.

First Entrance

[danger_ace]

OOM: Crash Landing

What staggers into the Bar is likely only recognizable at first as a humanoid covered in snow and blood. The figure staggers into a table, hissing in pain from the impact. One arm comes up to wipe the snow away from the the figure's head, revealing a pair of aviator goggles.

Jake "Danger Ace" Stefokowski stares at the Bar in shock. "I don't think there's any reason for me to be hallucinating..." he mutters, leaning on the table for support.

Maybe someone will tell him what the hell is going on, or at least keep him from bleeding to death in the common area.

(OOC: tinytag! Jake Stefokowski Open as long as anyone wants to tag it, even if it scrolls.)Tinytag! Connor(FreakAngels), Thirteen

(no subject)

[zeevofbristol.livejournal.com]

It was the silence he especially had trouble adjusting to. Why he only crashed in his room on rare occasions, and more often napped on the couches in the bar near the fire. It was just too quiet. George didn't realize how much he had grown used to Annie's clattering in the kitchen, or Mitchell's old music or movies. The smell of tea and cigarette smoke that lingered in places in the bar gave some familiarity for him. But upstairs, the smells were all new, and it was too quiet. Even with the other rooms around, his neighbours felt too distant.

For a time after he was cursed, he thought he needed to keep away from people, hide so no one would get hurt. And then Mitchell found him, or well rescued him really. Made him realize he could still have company. Something to keep him feeling human.

As it was, he had popped into the library to pick up some more books to read, he still felt some restlessness. But it was drawing into more well, homesickness as the moon waned, though he also wasn't as skittish or snappish either. He also felt disappointed this time as the wolf side grew quiet, even as it seemed to linger more these days since... well since he saved Mitchell. Even that he found himself missing it, like pieces of himself were left out.

He sipped his tea, and idly watched the bar with what could only be described as a forlorn puppy expression on his bespectacled face.

(tiny tag: George Sands)

(no subject)

[mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com]

Ryan walks in and smiles as he looks around this is a good place to be. He's kind of glad he came in here. At least he's unlikely to run in to fans of the last victim he had to solve her murder. Or he didn't think he would. So he settles at a table then leans back in the booth as he thinks of what to order. He's not opposed to company.

(no subject)

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart has spent more than a day hiding. He doesn't remember clearly where he went after he saw that child and lost his composure. Or how much time has passed.

Today, he woke under a potting table in the gardening shed, sane again.

As sane as he ever gets.

And he wants to destroy something. He has to stay in practice!

Now it is dusk again, and Urquhart is sitting in a tree, shooting demon bunnies. They're active at this time; but the light isn't the best.

Urquhart is sprawling in the branches, the brushed-off snow obscuring his footsteps on the ground. His hand with the little crossbow dangles casually. He is very, very still.

When a demon bunny starts running, Urquhart shoots it through the eye. So far, there are five dead bunnies on the ground. In a while, he'll have to go down and retrieve the bolts.

(no subject)

[sunbaked_baker]

Over the week, Rae has recovered full use of her shoulder, and has been putting it to good use (in her estimation).

Tonight, she's in the bar with a tray of fresh, crusty loaves of bread, still warm and fragrant from the oven. One of the loaves has been cut into thick slices. Beside the tray is a sign:

Fresh, Hot Garlic Bread: $4 per loaf
$1 per slice, served with home-made garlic butter
Garlic is good for the heart!
Also helps repel mosquitoes, gnats, and other bloodsucking menaces.

Sunshine sometimes forgets things like subtlety. She just wants to make sure she does her part.

(no subject)

[river_meimei]

River is curled in an armchair near the fire -- an old, overstuffed one with bite marks on one leg and a good view of the whole room.

She's toying occasionally with a delicate bracelet of tiny pink shells, when she's not glancing around the room.

(no subject)

[stilljustandrew]

The front door opens, and Andrew Wells heads in, frowning to himself and rubbing his forehead.

He's looking for Vlad Tepesh III any member of Security he can Tepesh find, particularly Mel Fray; he's also looking Order of the Dracul for Buffy, or Nita.

He's also Vlad starting to Voivode find this Tepesh seriously of Wallachia annoying.

Vlad Tepesh Botherable.





[OOC ETA: So what's with all the strikethroughs? Basically, Andrew's got a piece of information stuck in his head, since this. If your pup can read minds at all, especially obsessive recurring thought, hesheit will probably overhear it -- ping first though, please. batyathetoon on AIM.]

Millitimed to a couple of weeks ago.

[sunbaked_baker]

(OOM: After Sunshine had her run-in with the cultured gentleman-pire, Thirteen was kind enough to offer her a safe place to sleep, and then comfort her when nightmares threatened. Things got awkward, however, when Thirteen's girlfriend walked in on them.

As things do.)

(no subject)

[the_strong_one]

Ivanova is annoyed. This hallucination again. She was going to certain hidden garden patch in hydroponics because it is very, very early (Earth time), and she has not had her coffee.

Ivanova needs her coffee.

She glares down the nearest rat-like thing carrying a tray because that has to be a waiter, right? (This is not a rat, she keeps repeating to herself. Rats do not touch food or coffee. Never her coffee.)

"Coffee!" she barks. "Now. --Please." She adds as an almost after thought.




[Tiny Tag: Susan Ivanova]

(no subject)

[creationofwill]

For once, Kaworu is actually cold, deigning to actually sit by the fireplace, the trenchcoat and hat from Mia on (don't think he would miss the warming spell, there). He's attemptingto read a thick, black covered unmarked book, but when he keeps losing his page by ditching the book and hugging his drawn up legs, laughing or smiling at some memory only he is recalling.

It's a true blue uncorrupted happiness in these actions. Who thought we'd ever see the day?