Mar. 19th, 2010
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Mar. 19th, 2010 08:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gone_byebyeRay walks in sans proton pack, but with a metallic dog about the size of a Rhodesian Ridgeback takka-takka-takkaing at his heels. It's not the most realistic-looking dog, but eh, it seems to do the trick. "Bar?" Ray says. "Can I get some form of a reasonably edible sandwich and a bottle of that Prometheus Springs stuff, please? Not the lychee wasabi flavor this time."
The bottle that arrives instead is labeled 'pomegranate black pepper capsaicin elixir'. At least the sandwich looks like it's just standard issue meatballs on Italian bread.
"Thank you," Ray says. "Come on, Francis, let's find a table."
"WHURF," the dog replies, and follows him to his seat.
The bottle that arrives instead is labeled 'pomegranate black pepper capsaicin elixir'. At least the sandwich looks like it's just standard issue meatballs on Italian bread.
"Thank you," Ray says. "Come on, Francis, let's find a table."
"WHURF," the dog replies, and follows him to his seat.
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Mar. 19th, 2010 06:29 pmyoung_tmriddleUpon learning the information he expected in regards to Havelock Vetinari, Tom leaves a note for the assassin with Bar.
( To Havelock Vetinari )
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Mar. 19th, 2010 07:28 pmthemidnightsonEdward's been absent the last few weeks.
No one on either side of the door should be that surprised -- as the bestest, sweetest, temptingest, not to mention most stubborn and obliviously noble, snack cake in the whole wide world was chained to a hospital bed in Forks Hospital which made the stalking and counting of breaths, er, we mean the care and and watching over of Isabella Swan as she recuperated from the events in Phoenix his high priority.
Today she was released to her father's keeping. For first time in weeks, Edward hadn't ignored the door with immortal (im)patience, which brought him to the supposed End of Time and Space. Where he's currently looking over a stack of notes and books the Bar delivered with his bottle of mineral water.
The top ones look like floor plans and some others like blank music paper, some not. And the ones falling through the air to the floor are long lists.
No one on either side of the door should be that surprised -- as the bestest, sweetest, temptingest, not to mention most stubborn and obliviously noble, snack cake in the whole wide world was chained to a hospital bed in Forks Hospital which made the stalking and counting of breaths, er, we mean the care and and watching over of Isabella Swan as she recuperated from the events in Phoenix his high priority.
Today she was released to her father's keeping. For first time in weeks, Edward hadn't ignored the door with immortal (im)patience, which brought him to the supposed End of Time and Space. Where he's currently looking over a stack of notes and books the Bar delivered with his bottle of mineral water.
The top ones look like floor plans and some others like blank music paper, some not. And the ones falling through the air to the floor are long lists.
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Mar. 19th, 2010 08:42 pmcutting_edgex23X slips in through the front door, twisting around and bending down when she's halfway through in order to catch the gray tabby cat attempting to make his fourth escape attempt in the past two days.
Faster than he can blink, or his partner in crime can make her own attempt at freedom, X deposits Steve back inside her apartment and shuts the door.
Carefully.
That taken care of, she takes out her Security badge, attaches it to her belt, and then makes her way to a corner booth for the start of her shift.
Sometimes routine is comforting.
Faster than he can blink, or his partner in crime can make her own attempt at freedom, X deposits Steve back inside her apartment and shuts the door.
Carefully.
That taken care of, she takes out her Security badge, attaches it to her belt, and then makes her way to a corner booth for the start of her shift.
Sometimes routine is comforting.
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Mar. 19th, 2010 08:47 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
art-and-brian.livejournal.comJustin is getting annoyed with his own lack of inspiration when it comes to bartending at the moment but the truth is, his head is so full of school and, well...Brian, he'd almost forgotten he was supposed to work at all.
Irish Coffee
Stout
Rum
Daquaris
Milk
There. Something for everyone.
'Bar's open.'
[OOC: Open for three hours; apologies if slow, baby is restless tonight.]
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Mar. 19th, 2010 09:14 pmelectro_kineticThe Noriko that comes downstairs today is dressed differently. Compared to her usual clothes, the simple jeans and white tee shirt are positively tame, hair tied back in a ponytail--though it's still bright blue--to keep it out of her face.
The bandage on her hand is still there, as she sits at the bar and asks for a magazine or something to read. She gets Popular Mechanics.
[tiny tags: Noriko Ashida, Trudy Chacon]
The bandage on her hand is still there, as she sits at the bar and asks for a magazine or something to read. She gets Popular Mechanics.
[tiny tags: Noriko Ashida, Trudy Chacon]
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Mar. 19th, 2010 09:20 pmguppy_sandhu[oom: Learning the rules.]
Guppy enters from the front, bringing a slightly red-eyed toddler through. He stops to get two orange juices, and passes the beaker cup one down to the kid, who is sucking his thumb and looking upset.
"Alex, seriously, you're not going to get arrested. The policeman was just giving me some friendly driving advice, okay?"
"Kay."
They take the juice over to the nearest booth, on the lookout for friendly company.
Guppy enters from the front, bringing a slightly red-eyed toddler through. He stops to get two orange juices, and passes the beaker cup one down to the kid, who is sucking his thumb and looking upset.
"Alex, seriously, you're not going to get arrested. The policeman was just giving me some friendly driving advice, okay?"
"Kay."
They take the juice over to the nearest booth, on the lookout for friendly company.
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Mar. 19th, 2010 10:04 pmhopeitsworthit[OOM and not: First there's escapism, then there's practicality, and then there's the screaming nosedive into the freakishly bizarre. All in all it's a day like any other, except for how it royally sucks. At least his imaginary girlfriend is pretty kickass. Some days that's all you get.]
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Mar. 19th, 2010 10:09 pmpirate_jack[From here.]
The lake door bursts open, revealing chaos.
"I warned you to keep your distance, mate!" Jack yells. Metal clashes as he brings his sword up to fend off Leonardo, followed by the crash of wood as he promptly upends the nearest table between them.
[ooc: not plot-locked! Jack and Leo may be a little distracted, given that they're in the middle of a swordfight, but feel free to react -- either here or in any post where their battle leads them!]
The lake door bursts open, revealing chaos.
"I warned you to keep your distance, mate!" Jack yells. Metal clashes as he brings his sword up to fend off Leonardo, followed by the crash of wood as he promptly upends the nearest table between them.
[ooc: not plot-locked! Jack and Leo may be a little distracted, given that they're in the middle of a swordfight, but feel free to react -- either here or in any post where their battle leads them!]
