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Jan. 15th, 2010 06:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thanksrainman[OOM: Gus might have gotten away with it, after all.
Warning for general filthy language.]
Warning for general filthy language.]
Jan. 15th, 2010
thanksrainman
multi pup post.
Jan. 15th, 2010 10:48 amdiehard_danielDaniel sat in the bar at a table with his nose in a book and a cup full of coffee. Why? Because something very disturbing happened to him the other day and he didn't want to think about it.
He's botherable.
Vala sat somewhere else, very pregnant, and wearing very mideaval type clothing. She looked rather stressed. She's botherable too. She is part of the reason that Daniel is so freaked out.
On the lighter side of things there is a Kender wandering around the bar, and that might be your belonging he's got in his little hands.
(OOC three pups one person tag any of them you want)
He's botherable.
Vala sat somewhere else, very pregnant, and wearing very mideaval type clothing. She looked rather stressed. She's botherable too. She is part of the reason that Daniel is so freaked out.
On the lighter side of things there is a Kender wandering around the bar, and that might be your belonging he's got in his little hands.
(OOC three pups one person tag any of them you want)
OOM: Operation Eagle Dawn
Jan. 15th, 2010 10:58 amalertcommando[ WWIII rages on: General Vladimir sends his armored divisions deep into the Midwest U.S., cutting a swath across New Mexico and into Colorado. Their target is Cheyenne Mountain and NORAD.
In Colorado Springs unlikely reinforcements arrive almost too late to put their feet down and stop the tide of the Soviet War Machine. They charge into a breach of opportunity to start turning the battle around. Warnings for violence. ]
In Colorado Springs unlikely reinforcements arrive almost too late to put their feet down and stop the tide of the Soviet War Machine. They charge into a breach of opportunity to start turning the battle around. Warnings for violence. ]
vance_primeAlyx Vance is on the firing range, indulging in some therapeutic violence to clear her head.
D0G is rambling through the garage, with Skitch trailing behind him.
Bob is at the Bar with a plate of chips the size of his head.
Sari Sumdac is lying on her stomach by the fireplace, drawing a picture of Prowl.
And Artie Nielsen is in his corner booth, looking over his notes and trying not to fall asleep in his seat.
[Please specify who you're tagging. Open until it scrolls.]
D0G is rambling through the garage, with Skitch trailing behind him.
Bob is at the Bar with a plate of chips the size of his head.
Sari Sumdac is lying on her stomach by the fireplace, drawing a picture of Prowl.
And Artie Nielsen is in his corner booth, looking over his notes and trying not to fall asleep in his seat.
[Please specify who you're tagging. Open until it scrolls.]
bartending!
Jan. 15th, 2010 12:18 pmlikesthecoatHey, look, it's a Ianto with his jacket off and his sleeves rolled up. That can only mean one thing:
Today's specials
COFFEE
any way you like it
Well, it gets him out of thehouse Hub, anyway.
[tiny tag: Chandler Bing]
COFFEE
any way you like it
Well, it gets him out of the
[tiny tag: Chandler Bing]
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Jan. 15th, 2010 01:26 pmacts_of_gordSomeone Gordon would rather not mention once called him the right man in the wrong place. Gordon tries not to think about that much, but he's forced to concede that very, very soon that's exactly what he's going to be. He's got a topographical map of the state of North Dakota spread out in front of him, with the area of his world's 'dead zone' ringed in green, and he's going over it with a felt-tip pen to mark out anywhere that looks as if it might conceivably be an access zone or choke point. The railroad overlay will come later; right now he wants to look at the possibilities without those assumptions clouding his thoughts.
He could, however, be bothered. Just don't knock anything over on the map, all right?
He could, however, be bothered. Just don't knock anything over on the map, all right?
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Jan. 15th, 2010 01:45 pmaeons_crackshotGuess who has no idea that one of her old teammates has entered the Bar from 1939?
Annabelle flagged down a waitrat and ordered some coffee and a crossword puzzle when she came downstairs this morning.
She's humming idly and absentmindedly tapping her pencil on the tabletop as she studies the puzzle. At the moment, 22 diagonal is giving her fits.
(OOC: tinytag! Connor (FreakAngels)
Annabelle flagged down a waitrat and ordered some coffee and a crossword puzzle when she came downstairs this morning.
She's humming idly and absentmindedly tapping her pencil on the tabletop as she studies the puzzle. At the moment, 22 diagonal is giving her fits.
(OOC: tinytag! Connor (FreakAngels)
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Jan. 15th, 2010 02:22 pmostro_gothTeja is walking by the lake-shore, in the deep snow, axe over his shoulder. There is, after all, a rogue blood-drinker about, and Teja is (albeit secretly) among those honour bound to catch him
On the other hand, the sight of a tall armed Ostrogoth fighter with a long-hafted battle axe might deter the vampire. But then, Teja is also honour bound to protect all in this place from things that may prey on women for blood; and if the vampire is afraid and hiding, he cannot do so.
On the other hand, the sight of a tall armed Ostrogoth fighter with a long-hafted battle axe might deter the vampire. But then, Teja is also honour bound to protect all in this place from things that may prey on women for blood; and if the vampire is afraid and hiding, he cannot do so.
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Jan. 15th, 2010 02:31 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
helpful-squid.livejournal.comThe squid-like creature had quite an entertaining time the other night tending Bar; it doesn't get many opportunities like that on board the Spark In Darkness. It was thoroughly fascinated both by its interactions with the patrons and by some of the technology it found behind the Bar. Old stuff that isn't ancient work of the Sangheili or some Forerunner artifact untouched for a hundred thousand years? Such a new experience.
Today it asked the Bar itself for an example of such technology that it could take a part and study and eventually return. It got a coffee maker for its troubles. And it liked it.
So if anyone wants to know why there's six feet of pink and purple and luminescent blue six-eyed squid creature at one of the tables picking an unsuspecting machine apart... that's why.
[tinytag: Vergil the Engineer]
Today it asked the Bar itself for an example of such technology that it could take a part and study and eventually return. It got a coffee maker for its troubles. And it liked it.
So if anyone wants to know why there's six feet of pink and purple and luminescent blue six-eyed squid creature at one of the tables picking an unsuspecting machine apart... that's why.
[tinytag: Vergil the Engineer]
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Jan. 15th, 2010 02:34 pmtime_dancer[Not really OOM: Sometime last week Val had an epiphany.]
Val has taken over one of the booths nearest the front door and has several Kirby-esk devices aimed at where the door appears from time to time. She's in her armor and has a plate of paradoxes, a coffee milkshake and another book on alchemy which she is studying.
For the careful observer, there is a soft beep anytime a door appears and Val immediately sets aside her book to look at her devices. She then shakes her head, turns a few dials and returns to reading the book.
Feel free to ask her what the heck she's doing.
[OOC: Here for a few hours but then disappearing for the weekend.]
Val has taken over one of the booths nearest the front door and has several Kirby-esk devices aimed at where the door appears from time to time. She's in her armor and has a plate of paradoxes, a coffee milkshake and another book on alchemy which she is studying.
For the careful observer, there is a soft beep anytime a door appears and Val immediately sets aside her book to look at her devices. She then shakes her head, turns a few dials and returns to reading the book.
Feel free to ask her what the heck she's doing.
[OOC: Here for a few hours but then disappearing for the weekend.]
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Jan. 15th, 2010 03:29 pmborn-to-it.livejournal.comThere is a rather tired were-swan (don't dare calling him that, though!!) leaning over the bar, slowly suckling on a very strong iced coffee, trying not to fall asleep.
Donovan is really happy he found this place again. And nobody from his world seems to be about!
Donovan is really happy he found this place again. And nobody from his world seems to be about!
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Jan. 15th, 2010 03:35 pmpickyourmomentsChandler's in the bar today. He's over by the fire place, which is the least-weird area he can find. As long as he doesn't focus on the fish, it almost feels like any other fire place.
He's been switching back and forth between cups of coffee, and cups of soup. He's even learned to ignore the fact that the waitstaff are rats.
Come say hello?
Fake!Tag: Chandler Bing
[ooc:Off for the night, but the thread is open until it scrolls. Tagging welcome, in the hopes of acclimatising poor Chandler, here. Back.]
He's been switching back and forth between cups of coffee, and cups of soup. He's even learned to ignore the fact that the waitstaff are rats.
Come say hello?
Fake!Tag: Chandler Bing
[ooc:
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Jan. 15th, 2010 03:50 pmpiperaceae.livejournal.comThere are days even a girl like Pepper just gets plain old tired. Today is one of those days.
When she realizes where she is, she blinks, shakes her head, and then heads straight for the bar before seating herself on a stool and dropping all her things on the counter in front of her.
"Coffee," she says, very clearly.
"With sugar and cream, please."
[ooc: Augh, sorry for any previously dropped tags. Life is crazy and notifs are even more so.]
When she realizes where she is, she blinks, shakes her head, and then heads straight for the bar before seating herself on a stool and dropping all her things on the counter in front of her.
"Coffee," she says, very clearly.
"With sugar and cream, please."
[ooc: Augh, sorry for any previously dropped tags. Life is crazy and notifs are even more so.]
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Jan. 15th, 2010 04:07 pmmything_personOn a very basic level Jerry has trouble leaving well enough alone when he cares about something. Right now the papers back home have something he cares about in the headlines. Background reading and current events being the same thing makes his brain itch.
Frigin' alien pyramid.
Well there's time here to pick through the headlines and the paperwork the government wants to the Endangered Species Act as it applies to some of his friends. He's getting some gloves before he even tries to deal with the immigration forms.
Jerry's heard stories about la migra he has.
Totally botherable.
Frigin' alien pyramid.
Well there's time here to pick through the headlines and the paperwork the government wants to the Endangered Species Act as it applies to some of his friends. He's getting some gloves before he even tries to deal with the immigration forms.
Jerry's heard stories about la migra he has.
Totally botherable.
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Jan. 15th, 2010 05:35 pmnotaphony.livejournal.comIt's been a good while since Joan last made an appearance in the bar - apart from cutting through to find her own door and head on into work, of course.
The scars on the inside of her wrist are there, but fading. There's color in her cheeks again - a soft pinkish hue all there on its own, without any need of fake blush whatsoever. And there may be a small, contented smile on her lips as she enjoys a cup of coffee (decaf, since it's later in the evening) in front of the fireplace.
She's dressed down today, too. A cozy sweater and a pair of slacks make up her outfit, and her hair is actually down for once, red curls freefalling over her shoulders.
Reluctant to get up anytime soon, Joan starts glancing around for a waitrat when her mug starts to be in need of a refill.
[tiny tag: joan holloway, urquhart]
The scars on the inside of her wrist are there, but fading. There's color in her cheeks again - a soft pinkish hue all there on its own, without any need of fake blush whatsoever. And there may be a small, contented smile on her lips as she enjoys a cup of coffee (decaf, since it's later in the evening) in front of the fireplace.
She's dressed down today, too. A cozy sweater and a pair of slacks make up her outfit, and her hair is actually down for once, red curls freefalling over her shoulders.
Reluctant to get up anytime soon, Joan starts glancing around for a waitrat when her mug starts to be in need of a refill.
[tiny tag: joan holloway, urquhart]
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Jan. 15th, 2010 07:18 pmriver-monk.livejournal.comThere's a young boy in monk's robes sitting at a table in a corner trying to make paper airplanes. Kouryuu isn't exactly certain where he is, but he figures he might as well take the oppurtunity to practice in order to show his master that he understands at least part of his teachings. Care to help?
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Jan. 15th, 2010 08:29 pmsoulkeepersong.livejournal.comThere's still a Kantri in faux-Scotland.
He's watching the horses. We'll be honest: he's wondering what they taste like. Maybe he can get permission to find out.
He's watching the horses. We'll be honest: he's wondering what they taste like. Maybe he can get permission to find out.
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Jan. 15th, 2010 08:33 pmstill-burned.livejournal.comMichael is so relieved to see the bar, there are hardly even words. Even more so to see that Christmas is over here - back in Miami, he's had to succumb to his mother's emotional blackmail and so there is an excruciating dinner in progress, all full of false happiness and overcompensation. And just the two of them because Nate is off doing something that no one wants to know the details of.
He normally limits his beer intake. Tonight? Not so much. And he's totally up to talking to people/beings/whatever that are not middle-aged hypochondriac nightmares.
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Jan. 15th, 2010 11:40 pmaaaaaaaagh_skyEllen got her armor together and repaired the other day. She'll be heading home soon to continue her search. Before she goes, though, she's going over her notes and data one more time. Maybe the tapes will give her more of a hint if she gives them another chance.
"Hey doc, I’m only sharing this with you because you seem like someone we can trust. Have you heard about the synthetic men they make up north in the Commonwealth? Well, the rumors are true...."
[Tinytag: Rick Deckard]
"Hey doc, I’m only sharing this with you because you seem like someone we can trust. Have you heard about the synthetic men they make up north in the Commonwealth? Well, the rumors are true...."
[Tinytag: Rick Deckard]
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Jan. 15th, 2010 11:52 pm3nanashiTrowa has coffee (decaf), a seat at a table (good view of the room), and a book of sheet music (closed).
He's ignoring the book in favor of people-watching, for the moment.
To the casual glance, it might look like he's ignoring it in favor of his coffee, but people-watching is nonetheless his main focus.
He's ignoring the book in favor of people-watching, for the moment.
To the casual glance, it might look like he's ignoring it in favor of his coffee, but people-watching is nonetheless his main focus.
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Jan. 15th, 2010 11:56 pmwatching_youThe bar is a busy place, its door constantly swinging. It opens now, slow, quiet, pushed by a cautious hand.
Veronica enters. Her movements are careful, her left hand roaming—door handle, frame, wall—touching each in turn for support. In her right hand she carries a gun, but in an odd fashion, arm stiff at her side; something seems off about the black of her blazer at the shoulder.
It is not until she manages a firm grip on the back of a chair and the door clicks shut behind her that Veronica lets out a breath of relief. It's thin, and uncharacteristically shaky—and her face is growing paler with each passing second.
[OOC: Plotlocked, thanks!]
Veronica enters. Her movements are careful, her left hand roaming—door handle, frame, wall—touching each in turn for support. In her right hand she carries a gun, but in an odd fashion, arm stiff at her side; something seems off about the black of her blazer at the shoulder.
It is not until she manages a firm grip on the back of a chair and the door clicks shut behind her that Veronica lets out a breath of relief. It's thin, and uncharacteristically shaky—and her face is growing paler with each passing second.
[OOC: Plotlocked, thanks!]
