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[not-inkansas.livejournal.com]

There are a lot of things that Col. Miles Quaritch has gotten used to seeing on Pandora.  A non-exclusive list includes large animals grabbing his men and eating them; men suffering from all sorts of new and deadly poisonings from the native wildlife; tall blue creatures shooting arrows that can occasionally knock through bulletproof windows at just the right angle and speed; and all sorts of other things which we need not go into detail about here.

One thing he is not used to seeing is the Mess Hall transformed into a bar.  It might occasionally devolve into being a pigsty in his opinion (particularly if whomever has KP isn't on the ball or is looking for trouble), but a bar is...quite unexpected.  So as soon as Col. Quaritch comes through the door into a very unfamiliar room that is in place of a very familiar one, he draws his gun and reaches for his breather unit.

"What the hell sort of joke is this?"

(Tinytag: Miles Quaritch)

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[helpful-squid.livejournal.com]

Ever since getting switched back into its own body, Weighted Forward has been a little bit twitchy around humans. As a result it's been holed up in the rafters for the most part, fiddling with the sound system and trying not to think about how weird it is to have its sensory input cut down in some areas and cranked up in others- or to walk, or not be able to reconfigure its manipulating appendages. Or even how weird it is to have gender.

(Porthos, shush. It's no slight against your way with the ladies.)

Sooner or later, though, it knows it's going to have to start interacting with them again, and it might as well be sooner. Who knows, maybe it'll be able to return to the Spark In Darkness soon. Better it be willing to deal with humans now, as its entire life is going to be spent among them from now on...

Translation: blue and purple space squid... thing... somewhat nervously cruising about the bar. Possibly eyeing the trilobites in the display tank, as it missed those the first time around.

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[the_cupbearer]

There is a Ganymede (literal, and figurative) in the bar, though shortly he'll be outside, practicing sword forms. He's unused to handling a thinner, longer blade, but the motions to keep his balance with it come easily.

He's interruptable for the time being.

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[ikissdhimbck]

Here's a face that hasn't been seen around the bar for a while. Oh, she's been here; but she's been quiet.

For some weeks, the dreams lasted, and she had been quite vigilant in her search for the prince who called himself vampyr — Dracula — Vlad Tepesh. But, quietly the dreams began to fade, the disorientation and the confusion with them, and she became less focused on trying to discover the 'why', and more focused on other things. Doc's lingering melancholy not least of which.

She's grown tired of taking meals in their rooms, or in the stables when work allows for a break. So she's at the Bar today, eating a plate of fried chicken, and sipping from a cold mint tea. She's wearing a checkered button-up and slacks, but her hat and gunbelt are upstairs. She looks casual today, wispy blonde hair pleated back into a braid that goes well past her shoulders, one booted foot hooked around the rung of her stool.

Could be she's up for some conversation.



[ooc: Open for ages, as I've promised a metric ton of people threads over the last few months. Come one, come all; I'll be here all week. :)]

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[agent99]

Present in the Bar: one double-digit-monikered agent, who breezes in looking like she just stepped off a cruise boat.

(Technically, it's a yacht docked in the French Riviera, but details.)

She brings in the Mediterranean breeze with her, a burst of warm air, as she settles into a seat at the bar wearing what could only be the modern-day homage to Ursula Andress in Dr. No and proceeds to order a drink.

"Anything with an umbrella in it," she decides, pushing her sunglasses on top of her head, and makes herself comfortable on the barstool to wait.

Sometimes, being a spy really does have its perks - even if you've got to take out the leader of a Moroccan drug-trafficking ring to get them.

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[still-burned.livejournal.com]

It's been a while since Michael was here but he's glad to see the place for once - he'd been about to go for a run and it'll be much easier to do it here rather than the sweltering humidity of Miami.

He heads out to the lake and starts a ten mile circuit. He'll be back in the bar afterwards for a protein shake - catchable anywhere.

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[themidnightson]

Edward walked in casually, and toward the bar not too unconventionally for habit. At the bar, he simply cleared his throat, removing something from where it had rested inside the front breast pocket of his long grey, and black accented, pea coat.

He laid it on the bar, with only "I'm certain you know what to do with this."

( A package for Sallie )

That done, he left the bar and in walking across the room was sidetracked by the piano. When had he last played that was not at Bella's behest since Volterra and James?

Edward reached out and ran a finger in a small scale on the end closest to him.

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[realmrsreynolds]

[OOM: And not to yield.]

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[blowupthefloats]

Tonight's Specials
May Blossom Fizz
Peach May Cocktail

There's a silver-haired SVU sergeant/detective standing behind the bar, polishing a glass. If you've got an order, he'll take it. Happy Hour is go!

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[thursdays_angel]

It is a pleasant evening to be working out of doors.

Of course, it could be ten degrees and sleeting, and it wouldn’t adversely affect Castiel. But the temperate evening does, he finds, add to his overall sense of well-being.

The ball field had lain disused during the winter. But spring has arrived, and there is upkeep to be seen to.

Castiel, in his suit and trench coat, is pushing an old-fashioned manual lawnmower to and fro across the diamond, leaving neat lines of cut grass in his wake.


[OOC: Will be disappearing between 9 and 10 for Supernatural!]

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[will_scarlett]

Will's been thinking about his education, its something that is always in his thoughts, but he rarely knows what to do.

He asked Bar for some advice, but most of the books she gave him just made learning seem more daunting.

So he's drinking an ale and staring at the fire as he tries to figure out what he should do. Catch him at the Bar or by the fire.

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[gavemea_45]

As soon as the shower had started running in the motel's bathroom, Sam had seized his chance. He yelled something indistinct about lunch, grabbed his laptop and messenger bag, and headed straight for Milliways without waiting for Dean to answer.

Now he's sitting at a booth, the laptop open in front of him, staring at something on the screen.

(From time to time he stares at a note, instead.)

Either way, it doesn't look like he's making much progress.


[ooc: open until it scrolls, with a break at 9 MT for tonight's episode of Supernatural.]