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[realmrsreynolds]

[After John's shift:

"Fifty-eight, male, human and not ugly," Sallie snorts behind her hand, genuinely pleased. "About time you showed up."]

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Out of Milliways:

[Some time ago, the Lone Wanderer met the Master Chief. And somewhere out in the great big multiverse, a shiver of premonition ran down the collective spine of the mercenaries of Talon Company…

She spoke to two of her other friends, made a few arrangements, and headed back to her world. Annabelle and Moon Shadow had already been introduced to the place, but John hadn't, so the Spartan came with her. Much was seen, and learned.

The next day, there were introductions and plans. And when evening fell. . . so did Talon Company, along with its fortress and its commander.

Special thanks to aeons_crackshot, tyler_marlocke, and luckyspartan- you guys were incredible. Thank you so much!]

The door opens. It will be open as long as it needs to be for Ellen to let through whoever needs to come through, and then it will shut behind her. "That's done with," she says, and only narrowly refrains from scrubbing at her face with both hands. That kind of gesture would be bad, given that she's still wearing the T-45d power armor, gauntlets included, but took her helmet off to get some fresh air. "Oh, man. I never realized how much Brahmin smelled until I had to load up that many of them and work with them for that long… Bar, I need some noodles and Cram and then I just want to sit. I promise I'll change into actual clothes later but I just can't face taking this armor off right now. Oh, and food and water for Dogmeat."

She gets a loaded tray for her pains, along with a napkin on which directions to the appropriately reinforced furniture is scribbled.

"Thank you," she says, and heads over to sit down with a crash. It may be a while before she stands up again.

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[gone_byebye]

"There are days," Ray says to no one in particular as he comes through the door, "when I really wish I didn't read the newspaper."

He plops down in his favorite seat near the door and orders breakfast and extra strong coffee from one of the rats. He's going to need it to get through the article in the paper about a pair of supposed bottled ghosts sold at auction.

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[the_ghostking]

[oom; also millitimed to before this because I am slow.


an audience with theseus (a soul for a soul)


notes: major spoiler alert! for The Battle of the Labyrinth; all dialogue is originally from the book, though some of it has been taken and twisted slightly.]





tiny!tag: nico di angelo

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[tesla_bot]

OOM: Returning to the normal universe from outside reality can really suck.

Robo got his door back and he went home.

He's back now, with a filing cabinet full of papers on a hand truck, an extra large mug full of red pens and a lap top tucked under an arm.

Someone here intends to abuse the ability of Milliways to make time. Which means there's plenty of time for conversation too.

Tiny Tag: Robo

OOC: Work is dragging me away soon right now, but tag away and I will respond. Honest!

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[noteful]

It's not officially Hockey Night in Canada, that's Saturday, but it has defintely been hockey night for Meg. She's spent the last four hours at her boyfriend's brother's apartment watching -- and listening to -- Alain and Luc and their friends watching -- and commenting on -- the Montreal Canadiens beating the Quebec Nordiques, 8-0.

Luc's apartment is a tiny box of a place that looks like a twenty-three year old man lives in it; he has a giant television, a battered couch, and very little other furniture. Meg winds up spending half the evening in what is optimistically called the "kitchen," talking to Luc's girlfriend Nathalie about anything but hockey.

It's not a bad way to spend an evening, but she's kind of glad to return to her own quieter -- and furnished -- apartment when it's over.

So, naturally, she's just found the End of the Universe where her living room should be.

At least now she doesn't have to make her own tea.

An unexpected trip to Milliways

[l_is_ryuzaki]

L lumbered into the bar. He looked left … and right. Taking in a deep breath, he shoved his hands deep into his pockets and made his way to a table. A rat took his usual order of coffee, powdered doughnuts, cake, and about 10 bowls of sugar cubes.

This time L had no reason to come to Milliways. He was just bored, as the Kira Investigation was going no where at the moment. So, he decided to pay a little visit to one of his favorite places.

[ooc: Feel free to tag at will. Will thread until about 12:00 EST, then moves to slowtime. If you need to IM, my AIM is Jazzadam.]

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[thursdays_angel]

[OOM: In the year 2013, Castiel gets by with a little help from his friends.]


A not-quite-man on crutches clumsily makes his way into the bar.

He may be familiar to you. From this side of the door, he hasn’t been away for very long.

Everything about him speaks of an existence that has grown shabby and threadbare. His jeans and button-down shirt are worn and frayed. He seems to be wearing an old ski boot in lieu of a cast. The crutches have seen better days; one of them sports a small pink Hello Kitty backpack, held on by a quantity of grey duct tape. His hair is unkempt and he is sporting about three days worth of stubble.

And yet Milliways, as far as Castiel can tell, hasn’t changed at all.

He had been thinking about it, for the first time in a long time, sitting in his cabin at Camp Chitaqua. And now, just like he has conjured it, here it is.

There’s really only one thing to do.

Castiel starts to laugh. Hard. And he shows no signs of stopping.


[OOC: You are all beyond awesome, but I must beg slowtime. As a favor, no new tag-ins? The cup runneth over. I'll catch tags tomorrow.]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is supposed to be running clinic around now.

He has however been slightly delayed, having just opened a yoghurt for it to explode dramatically all over his table.

Why do yoghurts do this?