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[mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com]

Ryan walks in as he sits in a booth as he just sighs and orders a beer. There are times you need a drink. There are times you want a drink. As a person with addictions it's important to know the difference. Tonight he just wants it. Because something about what he's seen this week at work says he needs to take a deep breath and relax.

[ooc: Open till it falls off or even then if you want to tag go for it.]

March 16th & 17th, 2005; Phoenix, Arizona

[themidnightson]

[OOM:

"This was the first day."

]

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[ofthefamily]

[OOM: "Wish you were here."]

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[will_scarlett]

Will's been to Sherwood and back, the supplies from Teja are already making a difference, but another frost has set in and the forest feels small.

So when Will finds a door, he takes the chance to go out to the archery range and empty a quiver into a target before beginning again.

Its calming and hides some of his frustration about the fact that they still don't know why the attack happened when it did or if another one might be on the way.

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[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

Charlie's in the rafters, his nonface on, watching for vampires.

Really. Vampires. Yes, he was pretty sure they were real. And he can't say he's shocked that there are vampires in the Bar. Or that one of them is apparently preying on patrons.

But even given the weird stuff he saw the last few years of his life, he never thought he would be on vampire watch. Still, it's something he's never done before and that makes it worth trying. Even if he has no idea what he's watching for.

If you look up and see him watching you, you might want to say hello.

[ooc: Here till 3:10 Eastern Time, and then slowtime kicks in for the weekend.

Tags that are tiny: Jools, Vergil, Denna]

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[thanksrainman]

[OOM: Worst. Travel itinerary. Ever
Warning for Gus' filthy language]

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[pickyourmoments]

[OOM: The one where Chandler starts Smoking Again]

He'd been kicked out of his own appartment, as well as Monica's. Apparently neither she nor Joey want him getting cigarette smoke in everything. Whatever. Their loss. After Monica threw him out, he began stalking through the halls of the building, hoping to find some place to smoke where he wouldn't have to stand in the rain. And eventually, it hit him.

The supply closet.

He quickly made his way down the hall, finding the afforementioned closet. And he was oddly not at all surprised to see what was behind the door. What is it with this place and supply closets?


Right now, he's at a table with a lit cigarette in one hand, a cup of coffee in the other, and a pair of chopsticks stuck in his mouth like walrus tusks. He's trying to see if he can manage to both smoke and drink (not at the same time) without upsetting the chopsticks.

It's a bit harder than it looks.

Fake!Tag: Chandler Bing

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[zeevofbristol.livejournal.com]

George had heard the news about vampires around. Especially one who can't help taking a bite out of some of the visitors. Still, he felt they'd try anything, he could handle himself. Full moon or no. In the meantime, he was lounging on one of the couches near the fireplace with a book nearby and some tea. Also biscuits. Casually watching the others in the bar for anything curious or interesting.

[tiny tag: George Sands]

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[chartreuse_eyed]

There is a leopard in the bar. Currently he doesn't look much like a leopard, barring the eyes that are always that same strikingly feline yellow-green, but he's striking a lazy pose across a chair that leaves little to question.

Micah may or may not be purring, as he flicks through a book (Jekyll and Hyde), one bare foot twitching like the end of a cat's tail.

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[wheatencrown]

[OOM: Some days, the only way to remember how to enjoy your afterlife in Milliways is to leave it.]

(OOC: Any errors about the Margaret River area of Australia are the mun's errors.)

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[ellectrical]

There are a lot of things Elle needs to do. Eat something not shortbread cookies, sleep, shower. Write a note for X. She brushed her teeth – she allowed herself that before leaving the motel.

But when she walks into the Bar, blue duffel bag slung over her shoulder, Elle doesn't do any of those things. It's a surprise, but just as well. She needs the break, time to think, pack something else in her bag. Yet she doesn't start on any of that, either.

Elle walks across the room, her gaze forward and steady, though she doesn't seem to be looking for or at anything. Her hair has slipped over her shoulders, and she doesn't push it back. Once she's reached somewhere near the center of the room, she stops in front of an empty table. The duffel bag on her shoulder is pulled off, and dropped to one of the chairs. Then, after a moment of seemingly staring at the table, Elle slides her leather jacket off, as well. It brings her gun, and holster, into view, but she doesn't seem to care – the jacket is tossed aside, on top of the bag.

She turns, her back to the table, and smoothly pushes herself up onto it, sitting her legs dangling off the side for a moment before sliding back, enough that she's in the center. Apparently not thinking that she might be taking up too much room, Elle lays back on the table, her hair falling over one side, the bangs she'd brushed so carefully over her forehead slipping forward. Her knees bend, and she pulls her legs up onto the table, her boots set near the edge.

Silently, she folds her hands over her stomach, and stares up into the rafters.



[ooc: Up early ahead of LJ's maintenance, open until it scrolls!]

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[basic_powers]

A few days ago a young boy left to go back home. Tonight the door is held open from another world before a young man comes barreling through and skids to a halt a few feet away from the door, to turn around and wave at the one closing the door behind him.

"Thanks Luke! We'll share a beer later!"

Then, he turns around, a little more cautious to check the date on the calender, before whooping and pumping a fist into the air.

"YES!...oh it's good to be back!"

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Some days the ceiling is too far away for Ellen's liking. She went down into the garage today, figuring she'd get her dose of underground time before heading back into the Wasteland; in the process she found a few interesting discarded spare parts. Motorcycle bits, mostly. Turned out she had a use for those, she just needed to get one or two extra things from Bar- it cuts into her caps a little, but it's easier than trying to find the lawnmower blade and gut an oven herself.

She's working on connecting all of the parts properly at one of the better lit tables. Don't worry, there's no fuel in the motorcycle tank. At least, not at the moment.


[tinytag: Chandler Bing]

Two pups for the price of one EP!

[ostro_goth]

Teja is back from his journey into summer with Demeter; he is outside, by the lake, fighting his sparring droid and keeping an eye on the forest. There is a dark shadow between the trees, very tall, looming and all but invisible. Sometimes, Teja is sure he sees it; then, it seems just a trick of the light. Teja finds it very suspicious.

***

The shadow itself is trying very hard not to sneeze, and by now has found way to succeed. Urquhart is hiding between the trees, observing people going about their business outside, and that dark fighter attacking a man in a suit of armour with a battle axe. They seem to be sparring, but the axe-wielder is attacking quite recklessly. Urquhart has his crossbow at hand, but he's not after anything but demon bunnies.



[[OOC: Linked OOM not quite finished! And say in your tag which of them you want! Open until it scrolls.]]