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[latino_menace]

No one has mentioned to Ramon, aged 19, that time usually stops outside the door when you're here. So he'd got roaringly drunk one night, realised that it was (he thought) Friday and ran out of the front door because he fights on a Friday.

It turned out to be the same night he'd come in on and so nobody thought it was weird that he was roaringly drunk, seeing as he'd come in from a strip bar. Which is good; he'd taken the opportunity to carry on drinking for the rest of the night.

It's not so good when you have to get up for work the next day. It sometimes turns into one of those insignificant days that somehow manage to change your whole life.




[OOC: Exit post for now, no threads please]

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[watching_you]

[Elsewhere in Milliways: Following this, Veronica and Mills catch up.

Warning for exposition. Lots of it.]

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[nevercomplains]

[OOM: Some time ago in London, Sherlock Holmes didn't have a case. Now he appears to have one, and Dr. John Watson can't decide which state of affairs was worse.]

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[bestsellingego.livejournal.com]

[ OOM: "I figured you could just flash your
badge and we'd get a fireside table." ]






[ Millitimed to the day after this. The arrival of a disturbing new case -- and the butchering of the French language -- might make some readers squeamish. Discretion is advised. ]

[ tiny tag : Rick Castle ]

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[iambetadraconis]

Rabastan hasn't been spending as much time as he'd like to in the bar.

It's not Mia's impending birth that's the cause. Or a lack of interest. Or lack of doors.

Sometimes it's just how the stars align that keeps someone out of the bar.

Tonight, he sits at the bar, picking at his food. Looking somewhat bored.

Possibly it is just seasonal blahs and he needs company to pick up his mood.

Or it's something else entirely. Maybe.

More food-picking.



Ho-hum.

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[ellectrical]

[OOM: On her way to Newark, Elle makes a detour.

It's a mistake.



Warnings for violence. Thanks again to watchmakers_son's mun for letting me play with her character.]

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[blue_ajah]

[OOM: Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks:

Change is in the wind.]

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[til_it_aint]

[OoM: bless me father, for I have sinned

spoilers for Carnivale 1x11, most dialogue and imagery taken from said episode]

Th'door that opens into Milliways ain't like a usual one, not for Ben. It's a door to a confessional, and when he bursts through, breathin' hard, his expression turns hard in an instant and he spins around, reachin' for the door but too late, too late, it's already shut. And when he tugs the handle it don't open.

He slams a fist into the woodwork, hard, but the door don't budge and he's left with the fact that goddamnit, he's here again, 'till his door opens and he c'n go back and finally meet that sonuvabitch Scudder, finally get some fuckin' answers. He hits the door one last time, kicks it for good measure but it stays still and strong so he finally just spits curses at it and stalks off for the bar.

She gives him a packet of smokes but not the booze he's after and he curses again, goes for the door outside. It's cold and the wind takes his breath away 'cause he ain't gotta jacket, left it with Kate. He don't wanna go back inside, though, don't wanna face people so he heads for a tree, hunches his shoulders 'n kicks at a rock, 'cause he was so close, so goddamn close to knowing.

And now he don't know anything.

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[blowupthefloats]

The world has caught Olympic fever, and New York City is no exception. Munch has lost count on how many pools there are right now in the 1-6, though he does at least know which ones he has a stake in.

Tonight's Specials
Gold Record
Silver Cloud
Bronze (Copper) Cocktail


Welcome to Munch's Olympic Happy Hour!

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[young_tmriddle]

It's been a few weeks since Tom encountered Marjory Stewart-Baxter again. It's been fewer still since she laid her eggs in his arm. Tom and Marjory have a long, odd history, but he has been judged worthy of incubating her puppetlings.

He doesn't know this important fact. He does know he's having strange, unsettling dreams of late.

Tonight he's in the bar, because he's done nothing but pace about his study and the family room. He's tidied up enough for Door to start giving him looks. He doesn't know why he's so restless. He also doesn't know why the blasted rash on his arm won't go away. Urgh. He does not want to go to St. Mungo's, but none of his magic or home remedy charms seem to be working. Bloody rash. What the hell did he get into?

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is in his usual spot, near the infirmary, filling in some paperwork.

According to the brochure, so long as he words it right and provides suitable medical evidence, he can get Alex a VIP pass to skip all the queues when they go to Disneyland. On the baby rides, yes, but even so.

He's got his sign up for clinic, in case anyone needs such things.

Free Walk-in Clinic
The doctor is in

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[themidnightson]

[OOM: Like backdate to early February? *facepalms*
It slipped my mind. After this, but previous to these.

"I'm not sure you really have another path to choose from, Edward."

]

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[vyvyan]

The door, if you happen to be looking over, briefly becomes a brick wall.

Through this, Vyvyan suddenly crashes through, leaving a Vyv-shaped hole and a large pile of rubble, which disappears as he stands up (without a mark on him, naturally).

"BRILLIANT!" he yells.

[tinytag: Vyvyan]