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[mnt_raph]

[OOM: Tortall

For Abigail it was supposed to be a nice quiet evening. That is until a babysitting Ninja and his two Milliways-spawned charges appear at her door. News of the kids' unusual heritage isn't going down nearly as well as their parents, The Lioness and the Anti-Christ, had expected.

And considering they weren't expecting it to go down well to begin with? Well that just says a lot, doesn't it?]

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[doyousmellfudge_archive]

Out of Milliways: "Buddy, you got punked."

Spoilers for Warehouse 13 episode 1x03, "Resonance."

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[findthegeck]

Sativa's quest involves a lot of walking, taking days, even weeks at a time traversing the Wasteland and all its inherent dangers.

Such journeys are not to be taken lightly. Besides adequate supplies and equipment, significant physical and mental preparation are also required. As Sativa plans to head on the next stage of her journey soon, now is a good time to undertake such preparations.

To the casual observer this would appear to consist of lying on a couch, taking a deck of game cards and flinging them one by one at an upturned hat, but don't be fooled. It's... exactly what it looks like.

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[ami_imperfect]

Teenage half-a.

Strawberry milkshake.

Botherable.

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[cloakitwithplot.livejournal.com]

The door opens just a crack. It could be the wind, you know. Certainly, it doesn't look like anyone pushed it ope-

Oh wait, no, there he is. Look down. Down. Small even for a child of his age, Ienzo peeks inside curiously, white labcoat almost covering his hands entirely even with the sleeves rolled up.

Giving a glance behind him, he steps inside to look around a bit better.

[ooc: when I said 'full reboot' I meant it. BBS Ienzo.]

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[killitwithfire]

The door opens.

A red, pointy frisbee flies in, and thunks into a wall, followed by a redhead.

The door closes.

Lea has no idea where he is, or that he is, for the moment, stuck.

"Whoa."



((OOC: Not a reboot, but been meaning to do this for a while; Axel's OOM, so Lea is visiting. Warning for BbS spoilers in threads!))

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[favoredfire.livejournal.com]

There is an Alliance benefit auction and ball tonight.

Leia would be perfectly content to quietly work while the rest of High Command goes off to raise morale for their overstressed and underpaid personnel, but no. General Dodonna has flashed his sad, drooping eyes and said a few words about how Bail would be so happy to see her relax; as a result, Leia is now grudgingly in a generic medium-sleeved white dress. Her braids are plaited casually down her back. Command's communications director has slipped a chip with a pre-written, long-winded speech into her datapad.

So when she finds herself in Milliways tonight instead, Leia breathes a sigh of relief and finds an empty table to get back to business. But she's still completely botherable.

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[basic_powers]

A few days ago, this young man gave a promise to a young boy who was Bound. Thus, there's a note being deposited at the bar.

( A Note for Nico diAngelo )

Note left, Beauford's going to wait in one of the booths with one of his textbooks to wait. The cover reads 'POWERS: Metahuman activity and effect over the past century'.

He's entirely botherable. If you don't mind the book and the person he's waiting for taking priority.

{Tiny expectant tag: Nico diAngelo}

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[msskagpocalypse.livejournal.com]

After this and this.

Ain’t no rest for the Wicked, ain’t that what they say? May be that’s how it goes, Lilith isn’t going to argue. All she knows is she’s bone-tired and rest is looking like a mighty good proposal. She’s been running for weeks, one dead-end planet to another, seeing her face staring back at her from posters on every backstreet. The end of the day, the only escape that seems likely is going to a planet that they don’t care enough to check. That or finding out what the hell’s on that data-disk she swiped.

 

Money don’t grow on trees; that’s another one. Far as Lilith’s concerned money is particularly easy to come by. She screwed Atlas good and got superpowers thrown in just for the fun of it. Worth it? Totally, but she’s starting to think she needs a vacation. Some sun, some men and maybe some tequila. Then again, maybe a Bar’s just as good. That’s exactly what’s playing on Lilith’s mind as she steps through the door of her shuttle and onto an alien world…

 

that just happens to be a Bar.

“The hell?”

 

Her eyes widen for only a fraction of a second and then the mercenary shrugs and parks herself at a booth; slings her Leather holdall under the table and props her boots over it.

When you’re looking for a Bar and the Universe has the good grace to grant you one, why complain?

[Tinyfirstentrancetag: Lilith (Borderlands),  Jack (Subject Zero), Mordecai (Borderlands)]

[OOC: All threads timed to before the thread between Lilith and Jack.]

First entrance

[alreadyknowhow]

Easy come, easy go. Johnny Hooker is behind the six, but in Chicago in 1936 he's got plenty of company there. Sure, he could've taken his share of the score, but it wouldn't have felt right to profit from what had happened to Luther--all he'd wanted was to get even, and that's what he had done.

But a grifter gets restless, so now he's on his way to a bar to meet a guy Henry had vouched for, to see about partnering up. Rope in a few marks, take in some cash, figure out what he wants to do next.

Still, this doesn't quite look like the sort of place Henry had talked about... but a bar is a bar, right? He'll act casual.

[tinytags: Johnny Hooker][open until it scrolls, but slowtimes are love!]

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[no-saber.livejournal.com]

The front door slides open demurely (does one expect any less of a temple construct?), and a Padawan Learner in light tunic and leggings strolls through, shutting down her lit 'saber. She wasn't exactly planning on visiting a bar n the middle of 'saber practice, but...

Well. Considering how hard her Master seems intent on pushing today, she's just as happy to take a break. He can be a bit...

...

Scary.

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[ellectrical]

[OOM: London.


With an unexpected visitor.


Warnings for violence, discussion of abuse, and way more attitude than Jamie should have to put up with.]

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[noteful]

The end of the semester didn't exactly sneak up on Meg.

(Things like that don't -- she has lists and schedules and calendars and agendas, all neatly marked and color-coded.)

But she finds, with three days of classes left, that she kind of feels like, well, the end of the semester snuck up on her.

So this evening finds her at a table, rereading almost a semester's worth of notes, and largely ignoring the bowl full of chocolate-covered pretzels next to her pile of notebooks.

She'll get to them eventually.

Probably.

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: After dropping Will and Kate back at the bar, Guppy and Frogspawn fly home.]

Guppy comes through the door, casually dressed today. It's been a good holiday.

He wanders over to the bar to check in with her that Mike hasn't gone into labour while he was away. Seems like he hasn't, thank goodness. He's got no other plans to go away anywhere for the foreseeable future.

He gets an orange juice with ice and an umbrella with a little cherry on, then heads over to a booth.

Free Walk-In Clinic
The doctor is in

He'd quite like to check up on his maternity/paternity patients, but any company would be welcome.

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[3nanashi]

[OOM: Millitimed to several days ago: Havelock and Trowa regain their own bodies, with the help of a friendly third party.

There might be ballet involved.]

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[ginsu_master]

So this happened.

Since then, one non-ninja-turtle has been . . . pretty much in hiding. Because being a boy like this is way weird, too weird, super weird, weirder even than being a duck, and anyway what if she messes up and gets Mr. Leo in trouble, that'd be awful, and -

- but sooner or later everyone has to eat.

(But the problem is she doesn't even know what's good for ninja-turtles-who-are-actually-people-but-not to eat! Which is why the non-ninja-turtle is now dithering in front of the bar, instead of ordering anything.)

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[scots_wolf]

This morning, Urquhart woke, uncomfortably curled up in a booth he never remembered lying down in.

This wasn't due to drink, but simply the fact that he woke in his own body again.

Apparently, poor Tim had found himself neither a room nor a woman while he had it.

So, Urquhart is standing in his usual corner, black-cloaked and tall and blond and watching people.

He realises that somebody is going to come by and arrest him again, sooner or later.

It is ridiculous to run.

Where to?

So he'll have a drink or two, find a woman or two, and just enjoy himself until he'll inevitably go back into the place of no day or night or seasons.-



[[OOC: Open until it scrolls, as he won't have another EP any time soon. All other threads millitimed to before the one with Shufti. Slowtime in effect as of now, though, but new threads are welcome!]]