Jun. 6th, 2010
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Jun. 6th, 2010 05:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ellectrical[OOM:
Get your hands on his cash
(and spend it to the last)
Warnings for threats of violence, mentions of spoilers, and one rude name.]
Get your hands on his cash
(and spend it to the last)
Warnings for threats of violence, mentions of spoilers, and one rude name.]
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Jun. 6th, 2010 09:14 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
azure-mercy.livejournal.comIt's that time of year again! Zhaan is sitting at a booth, the table of which is covered with a blue-and-silver cloth. On top of the table are piles of neatly packaged and lovely-smelling items. There is also a paper sign:
For Sale
Tea, incense, soap, candles, spices, scented oils and other herbal items
All items are priced in credit pledges: please consult the Bar for exchange rates
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Jun. 6th, 2010 12:41 pmsimon_doctorHe sent a wave last night, after the discussion with Jordie.
( Kaylee... )
She responded with a wave naming a date and time; he sent back an acknowledgment, and thanks.
At the designated time, he's in Milliways, sitting at a table with a glass of iced green tea and watching the front door.
[Not plotlocked -- feel free to tag.]
( Kaylee... )
She responded with a wave naming a date and time; he sent back an acknowledgment, and thanks.
At the designated time, he's in Milliways, sitting at a table with a glass of iced green tea and watching the front door.
[Not plotlocked -- feel free to tag.]
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Jun. 6th, 2010 12:57 pm52-dropoff.livejournal.comToday's reading material: a book on rock climbing. He isn't sure he needs to learn to climb rocks in order to climb the mountains outside, but new knowledge never hurts. And he is finding that some of what the book suggests isn't that far removed from the sorts of things he picked up over the years.
Feel free to interrupt.
Feel free to interrupt.
Happy Hour
Jun. 6th, 2010 03:40 pmsidhe_kingWhen Fin comes up to the bar and is presented with a note asking him to bartend, he has to consider it for a moment; eventually he agrees and idly flips through a book of drinks until he finds the ones he likes.
That done, he settles back into leaning on the bar and calls out, "Happy hour! Pick your poison."
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Jun. 6th, 2010 04:20 pmbasic_powers[OOM: ...could be a comic book and no one would ever believe it. ]
Tyler stomps in through the door leading from his bathroom and right up to the Bar, placing a comic book long box on top of Bar.
"Bar, could you send that up to my room? And could I please borrow Ray's training drone for a couple of hours?" He requests politely. "I wanna get some defensive training in today."
The box disappears to be replaced with a large metal ball with various buttons and settings.
"Thank you."
A few minute later there's the whine of the red training saber and pyeeewpyeeew of the drone coming from the back yard area someone works out a few issues from today.
Botherable after the deposit or during his practice routine.
Tyler stomps in through the door leading from his bathroom and right up to the Bar, placing a comic book long box on top of Bar.
"Bar, could you send that up to my room? And could I please borrow Ray's training drone for a couple of hours?" He requests politely. "I wanna get some defensive training in today."
The box disappears to be replaced with a large metal ball with various buttons and settings.
"Thank you."
A few minute later there's the whine of the red training saber and pyeeewpyeeew of the drone coming from the back yard area someone works out a few issues from today.
Botherable after the deposit or during his practice routine.
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Jun. 6th, 2010 07:18 pmscots_wolfUrquhart is outside, in the lake, swimming.
His clothes are neatly folded on a log, but his weapons are hidden somewhere else.
He's swimming in long, easy strokes, his long blond hair floating around him like seaweed.
His clothes are neatly folded on a log, but his weapons are hidden somewhere else.
He's swimming in long, easy strokes, his long blond hair floating around him like seaweed.
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Jun. 6th, 2010 10:40 pmseewhatyoumean.livejournal.comThe door to the bar slams open under the (admittedly not all that impressive) weight of a young woman in a black body suit and a cape. Despite the wildly uncontrolled arc of her flight across the room, she tucks and rolls with casual grace so that she's on her feet almost the second she hits the ground. Her stance is ready, an obvious fighting position.
And then she looks around and relaxes almost imperceptibly.
A mask covers her face so no one can actually see her lips curl up into a broad grin, but her body language isn't precisely subtle in declaring its delight in where she's landed.
After all, Bar makes amazing milkshakes.
And then she looks around and relaxes almost imperceptibly.
A mask covers her face so no one can actually see her lips curl up into a broad grin, but her body language isn't precisely subtle in declaring its delight in where she's landed.
After all, Bar makes amazing milkshakes.
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Jun. 6th, 2010 11:10 pmwheatencrownDemeter is tired, she's spent the day gardening with Kore, but the world is feeling on the edge again.
When she finds the Bar in the potting shed, Demeter smiles and wipes her dirt smeared hands on her green dress and goes to rest on a couch with a glass of white wine.
As she sits, she looks around for any familiar faces, she hopes that no new troubles have happened here.
When she finds the Bar in the potting shed, Demeter smiles and wipes her dirt smeared hands on her green dress and goes to rest on a couch with a glass of white wine.
As she sits, she looks around for any familiar faces, she hopes that no new troubles have happened here.
