Jun. 21st, 2010
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Jun. 21st, 2010 12:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scots_wolfUrquhart is lightly dozing on a couch by the fireplace, an open book lying face-down on his chest.
His hair is hanging down to the floor. His eyes are closed, but you can never know what he'd do if anybody approaches him in a suspicious manner...
His hair is hanging down to the floor. His eyes are closed, but you can never know what he'd do if anybody approaches him in a suspicious manner...
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Jun. 21st, 2010 01:11 amwalksthebounds[OOM: Jamie comes through the Bounds somewhere inconvenient; or, why is Buffy always there when Jamie finds himself in the girls' restroom accidentally?
Warning: is much, much longer than even remotely justified by its content. Also, there are monsters, but that is more incidental.]
Warning: is much, much longer than even remotely justified by its content. Also, there are monsters, but that is more incidental.]
Home, Sweet Home!
Jun. 21st, 2010 11:41 amwhipped_weaponUnder other circumstances, (that didn't involve maidservants who were too noisy for their own good), Zak would have begun to despair of being taken back to the Bar before discorporation set in. Fortunately, the Bar proved him wrong.
Better late than never, right?
The drow had opened the screen door wide open, intending to take in the sight of the garden, only to find the Bar there instead of the garden. He took one step back, then another, to see if the door would vanish. It did not. It remained.
The drow smiled, called loudly for assistance, and, when the curious maidservants (who were finally useful for something) arrived, had them'packing' the silk clothes and the tightly tied reams of paper together into a large bundle wrapped in a coverlet, tied up tightly and tossed into the Bar. The maidservants look at the Bar with open curiosity, and then quickly call for assistance, for some male servants to push some of the small chests in the room over the slim boundary separating their home from the Bar. None of them want to enter the strange world. It's a fairly quick shove. There's not much distance between Bar and room.
The drow himself has stuffed the seed-packets tightly into his money pouch, tied the three sheathed blades together and tied them slung across his back, and then grabbed the last two small chests, and walked straight over.
The door vanished behind him. He dropped the chests, unslung the swords and sat down to rest.
There is a drow, sitting on a pair of chests, surrounded by three other chests, a very large bundle of cloth tied together with string, and with three sheathed blades by his feet. He is pleased to be back home. He wonders if his friends are here.
(OOC:Infinitely Botherable, Slowtimes are loved, am off to a WEDDING, OMGYAY! OOMS will be on my journal and Mara's. HAVE TO GO NOW, WILL POST LINKS TO THEM LATER.)
Better late than never, right?
The drow had opened the screen door wide open, intending to take in the sight of the garden, only to find the Bar there instead of the garden. He took one step back, then another, to see if the door would vanish. It did not. It remained.
The drow smiled, called loudly for assistance, and, when the curious maidservants (who were finally useful for something) arrived, had them'packing' the silk clothes and the tightly tied reams of paper together into a large bundle wrapped in a coverlet, tied up tightly and tossed into the Bar. The maidservants look at the Bar with open curiosity, and then quickly call for assistance, for some male servants to push some of the small chests in the room over the slim boundary separating their home from the Bar. None of them want to enter the strange world. It's a fairly quick shove. There's not much distance between Bar and room.
The drow himself has stuffed the seed-packets tightly into his money pouch, tied the three sheathed blades together and tied them slung across his back, and then grabbed the last two small chests, and walked straight over.
The door vanished behind him. He dropped the chests, unslung the swords and sat down to rest.
There is a drow, sitting on a pair of chests, surrounded by three other chests, a very large bundle of cloth tied together with string, and with three sheathed blades by his feet. He is pleased to be back home. He wonders if his friends are here.
(OOC:Infinitely Botherable, Slowtimes are loved, am off to a WEDDING, OMGYAY! OOMS will be on my journal and Mara's. HAVE TO GO NOW, WILL POST LINKS TO THEM LATER.)
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Jun. 21st, 2010 04:45 pmalertcommandoThere is a commando sunning near the lake.
Her original plan was to make it all the way to the caribbean inlet, but... well, she is on leave back in her Earth, extending her rest by staying at Milliways, and sick of the War.
Lazy.
So, there is a commando in boxers and a sports bra sunning near the lake, perhaps even napping.
Her original plan was to make it all the way to the caribbean inlet, but... well, she is on leave back in her Earth, extending her rest by staying at Milliways, and sick of the War.
Lazy.
So, there is a commando in boxers and a sports bra sunning near the lake, perhaps even napping.
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Jun. 21st, 2010 05:13 pmdi_or_dci[Just pre-Milliways: It's the freakiest show.]
Sam Tyler had been hoping that somewhere between leaving his flat and getting to what he still thinks of as his office, something would have happened. Something like waking up, getting home, realizing it had all been some strange fever dream, finding out that he was still a DCI after all --
Anything, really.
What he wasn't hoping for was to find a pub where the front door to his building had been. Especially a pub this big, full of this many people and . . . not-people . . . . At least it's a change from 1973. But --
"All right, that's the arse end of enough. Wake up, Sam. Wake up. Come on, you can do it. Just reach out and -- "
[Tinytag!: Sam Tyler
Edit: And since this headvoice is kind of new and I don't want to get overwhelmed, please ping before tagging. He will have another EP soon, too! Thanks!]
Sam Tyler had been hoping that somewhere between leaving his flat and getting to what he still thinks of as his office, something would have happened. Something like waking up, getting home, realizing it had all been some strange fever dream, finding out that he was still a DCI after all --
Anything, really.
What he wasn't hoping for was to find a pub where the front door to his building had been. Especially a pub this big, full of this many people and . . . not-people . . . . At least it's a change from 1973. But --
"All right, that's the arse end of enough. Wake up, Sam. Wake up. Come on, you can do it. Just reach out and -- "
[Tinytag!: Sam Tyler
Edit: And since this headvoice is kind of new and I don't want to get overwhelmed, please ping before tagging. He will have another EP soon, too! Thanks!]
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Jun. 21st, 2010 07:39 pmmakesthingsSameth went back through his door to pick up the soldier that he's working on for Tavi and as he came back, heard it snap shut behind him. He was quite happy that Mogget wasn't around to see the look of pure relief on his face, because he didn't know what he was going to do at home yet.
Kait hasn't been around, which is hard, so much time has passed that Sam's not sure if she's even been back and she might have moved on. Honestly he wouldn't blame her if she did, so he's decided to just spend his time in the forge.
Working in company is nicer and he has lots of ideas, the soldier, coathooks for the Bar, a few with some spells attached. The normal scents of the forge have the added spice of Charter magic and the forge is hot as Sameth goes between iron hooks and delicate clockwork.
(OOC: This is open until there's a new one or it scrolls. Also can be used as a forge post if your pup needs something.)
Kait hasn't been around, which is hard, so much time has passed that Sam's not sure if she's even been back and she might have moved on. Honestly he wouldn't blame her if she did, so he's decided to just spend his time in the forge.
Working in company is nicer and he has lots of ideas, the soldier, coathooks for the Bar, a few with some spells attached. The normal scents of the forge have the added spice of Charter magic and the forge is hot as Sameth goes between iron hooks and delicate clockwork.
(OOC: This is open until there's a new one or it scrolls. Also can be used as a forge post if your pup needs something.)
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Jun. 21st, 2010 08:08 pmnita_callahan[OOM: Disturbia.]
[Warning for memories of sexual assault, and for that skeevy guy at the party buying you drinks you don't want.]
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Jun. 21st, 2010 08:08 pmnita_callahanShe gets out.
And the door opens not to the street outside, but to Milliways.
Her face is hot and probably stop-sign red, and her stomach is in knots, and she really really does not want to be surrounded by people like this -- but she doesn't want to embarrass herself any further, either. She stops in the doorway, takes a couple of deep breaths to get control of herself.
Good? Good.
She makes a beeline for the back door and the lakeside, where it's less crowded, less claustrophobic, where she can see anyone coming towards her and do something about it. Somewhere she can be alone and stop -- thinking, or remembering, just stop.
[ooc: Please ping UndeadWriter1488 on AIM before tagging? Tonight is probably not the night for Nita to meet new people, but feel free to ask.]
And the door opens not to the street outside, but to Milliways.
Her face is hot and probably stop-sign red, and her stomach is in knots, and she really really does not want to be surrounded by people like this -- but she doesn't want to embarrass herself any further, either. She stops in the doorway, takes a couple of deep breaths to get control of herself.
Good? Good.
She makes a beeline for the back door and the lakeside, where it's less crowded, less claustrophobic, where she can see anyone coming towards her and do something about it. Somewhere she can be alone and stop -- thinking, or remembering, just stop.
[ooc: Please ping UndeadWriter1488 on AIM before tagging? Tonight is probably not the night for Nita to meet new people, but feel free to ask.]
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Jun. 21st, 2010 09:49 pmsunbaked_bakerIt is midsummer, the longest day of the year. The time when the day floods and the night ebbs to its lowest point.
It's also the birthday of the young girl who has just stepped into the bar.
At least, it's her birthday here. It is nearing midwinter in her world, the bitter cold barely kept at bay by the walls of the narrow, dark basement apartment her mother had been able to afford for them after she had left the girl's father. The girl's winter clothes are a size or two too small for her, her pale wrists and ankles showing when she moves. Her movements are lethargic despite her cutiosity, and her eyes slightly unfocused as though she were ill.
The girl knows at once that a bar shouldn't be behind the door to the bedroom, that her mother (when she eventually gets back from work) would be angry with her for going into such a place without her. Without her mother there, the girl isn't supposed to leave the apartment-
- the stupid, dark, miserable apartment. All the girl knows right now is that it's warm here - and technically she isn't leaving the apartment by entering the place that had suddenly replaced the bedroom, right?
She'll just... thaw a bit before she goes back, maybe. The man at the coffeehouse where Mom worked was nice - he always smiled when he saw her - and sometimes made her milkshakes. There might be milkshakes here, too.
A six-year-old Raven Blaise steps into Milliways, looking around in wary curiosity.
It's also the birthday of the young girl who has just stepped into the bar.
At least, it's her birthday here. It is nearing midwinter in her world, the bitter cold barely kept at bay by the walls of the narrow, dark basement apartment her mother had been able to afford for them after she had left the girl's father. The girl's winter clothes are a size or two too small for her, her pale wrists and ankles showing when she moves. Her movements are lethargic despite her cutiosity, and her eyes slightly unfocused as though she were ill.
The girl knows at once that a bar shouldn't be behind the door to the bedroom, that her mother (when she eventually gets back from work) would be angry with her for going into such a place without her. Without her mother there, the girl isn't supposed to leave the apartment-
- the stupid, dark, miserable apartment. All the girl knows right now is that it's warm here - and technically she isn't leaving the apartment by entering the place that had suddenly replaced the bedroom, right?
She'll just... thaw a bit before she goes back, maybe. The man at the coffeehouse where Mom worked was nice - he always smiled when he saw her - and sometimes made her milkshakes. There might be milkshakes here, too.
A six-year-old Raven Blaise steps into Milliways, looking around in wary curiosity.
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Jun. 21st, 2010 10:07 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy is sitting outside, on a blanket with Alex, playing with some letter bricks. The kid apparently expressed displeasure at nursery about being taught letters while he lacks the co-ordination to copy them with a pen.
He puts some together to spell ALEX, then spells it out to the kid. Alex looks at it for a moment, then starts hunting for bricks to copy it.
He puts some together to spell ALEX, then spells it out to the kid. Alex looks at it for a moment, then starts hunting for bricks to copy it.
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Jun. 21st, 2010 11:34 pmwalksthebounds[OOM: After his awkward experiences in Buffy's world, Jamie is looking forward to spending a few months somewhere nice and peaceful.
Instead, he gets mercenaries and mobile suits, because that's just how Jamie's life works.]
Instead, he gets mercenaries and mobile suits, because that's just how Jamie's life works.]
