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[gold-gold-gold.livejournal.com]

One of the greatest pains (in a 'well, that's a relief' sort of way) for any patron with a tendency towards falling long distances is suddenly falling through the door. Which is what happens to this particular new person.

He goes tumbling through the door, grabbing onto the floor and then backflipping off it and swinging from rafter to rafter, before gravity rather harshly reasserts itself and he realises that the direction he was moving in has changed.

He hangs there for a moment, looking a bit foolish, and then drops to the ground, looking very confused. Not just because of the strange disorientating trick that the door played on him, but also because he came from a tomb, and bars in tombs are ... not unheard of, but still strange.

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[fanofthegenre]

[ OOM: sometimes the work goes home with you* ]

[ *millitimed to the night of this ]

[ tiny tag: rick castle ]

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[helpful-squid.livejournal.com]

The Huragok known as Vergil feels no particular need to speak when it's time to communicate. It has, after all, a perfectly good set of tentacles, and that is what they are for. On the other hand some of the humans here seem to be on the slow side when it comes to learning, and trying to convey information through other means usually gets blank looks. Honestly, it's enough to make an Engineer despair sometimes; these are supposed to have inherited the mantle of the Forerunners?

Oh, well. At least they make interesting toys. Like that timepiece, with the gears and hands and the voice data cartridge. Apparently there are quite a few samples of that speaker available, not just in the timepiece. Transferring them all to a single data chip for future use should make dealing with plug-headed humans easier, even if the accent is all wrong and none of the samples are in Swahili.


[tinytag: Vergil the Huragok]

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[ikissdhimbck]

Kate's been hiding out again. She's spent most of her time locked away in her room, trying to catch up on sleep she misses at night, but she still looks tired and worry-worn. And so, when she steps up to the Bar this evening, it's simply with the intent of leaving a few gifts, and a note for: ( Guppy + family )

She also gives the Lady a small stack of books, richly bound and tooled, and instructs her to deliver them to Young Master Albus Potter at her earliest convenience.

But, as soon as her gifts are gone, a vase of gorgeous flowers, and an accompanying poem pops up before she can turn to leave. She reads and re-reads the poem, tears springing to her eyes. After everything that's been happening recently, the gesture means the world to her.

And so, even with her mission completed, she lingers, settling herself on a stool with a small smile, to properly admire the roses and catch her breath.


[ooc: open until her next EP]

[tiny!tag: Albus Potter]

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[blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com]

GUESS WHO IS FO SHIZZLE IN THE HIZZLE? YES THAT IS RIGHT. BART IS FO FIZZLE IN THE HIZZLE.

...Ahem. With less rhyming? Bart is hanging out on one of the couhes with a puppy (Slowpoke) and a sketchpad, one of which is napping on his feet, and the other of which is turning into a lovely cartoon-y drawing of the bar. GUESS WHICH IS DOING WHICH.

Also he has a bowl of popcorn, because it is delicious.

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[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is spending the day outside, in the fresh, snowy air.

He is conducting experiments, in secret, by the little pond in the forest; but they need long waits in-between, which he spends shooting demon bunnies, quietly watching the Ostrogoth smith in the forge (he doesn't send the Scottish killer away, but the cats don't trust him a bit), skating on the lake, or meeting the horses in the stable.



[[OOC: Tag him in any of those places! In the forge, you might get an additional Teja.]]

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Dating scan. Warning: towards the end may constitute medical TMI, depending on your squeem level.]

Guppy's nose is back to its usual colour and shape, much to the relief of his family, patients, and that nice lady from the post office.

He spent his lunch break updating Alex's care book, and then photocopying it on the staff room photocopier while his boss wasn't looking, and now has a copy for Kate, which he leaves at the bar.

He's also got Alex with him, clutching a well-chewed book in one hand, and his talking beanie Pingu in the other. He tugs his father on the trousers, and holds up the book.

"Okay, we'll read the book." Guppy says, taking the little boy over to one corner of the bar and sitting on the floor beside him.

"The Nee-Naws save the day..."

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[fiery_ring]

[oom: Summer plans are made.]

Carlotta is by the fire, learning a French poem off by heart. She's not convinced this is a useful skill to have, but who's to argue with Mam'zelle?

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[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM: This is not how it was at the start
There's a doubt and a blame in my heart

and it's no one's fault, no fault but my own
I've been in the lowlands too long]