Jul. 16th, 2010

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[OOM: After this, a secret rendezvous.]





[OOC: Warnings for violence, sex, and the lack of consent implicit in demons in human hosts engaging in violence and sex.]
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There is a bonfire out back tonight, attended to by demon bunnies.

Well, not really a bonfire. See... what happened was that ███████ decided to meditate under the stars in an attempt to probe at whatever barrier there is between Milliways and the end of the universe. The bunnies, however, had other ideas.

The human shaped thing at the center of the moving fire is yelling and howling in rage and pain. It makes wild lunges at the bunnies who are trying to keep the fire surrounded. This thing that they thought was food is being stubborn about dieing, even after a roasting that would have carbonized most food. But this wasn't about food anymore, this was something dangerous that had already dragged many bunnies into the fire and munched on them.

It's a horrifying scene, I know, but please, someone put her out and chase the bunnies away. She hasn't got the sense to jump in the lake right now.

[Tinytag : Amascut] [Tiny at least I helped somewhat Tag: Evil Chicken]
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Today, along with Cal's usual raktajino, he receives a note. Or, more accurately, two notes - the second is from the Bar confirming that the invitation is out-of-date.

"Damn," he mutters, and asks for pen and paper to write a Expandnote of his own. )

With that taken care of, Cal takes his mug to a table and settles in.



[Taggable and open till it scrolls.]
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Justin is not the late bartender you are looking for. No, he's right on time. Really. Just ignore the way he's out of breath and red in the face and has his shirt on inside-out.

SPECIALS

I'm too late and too irritated to search for some. Cheer me up and I'll give you half off.





He really doesn't look in all that good a mood but it's his own fault for forgetting he had a shift today.

'Yeah, it's open.'
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It's a warm day, and the football grounds aren't soggy anymore (though the far right corner is on the decidedly damp side). Thus, there's a pyro with a football out there, idly running the ball up and down the field, enjoying the warm weather.
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Castiel has his floatie pen and red notebook out tonight.

It has occurred to him that, as the lifespan of such possessions go, he has had these for a while now. And yet the pen writes as smoothly as it did the day Meg gave it to him, and the notebook is little worn and still has plenty of fresh pages.

One of which Castiel is currently filling with numbers.

0 1 1 2 3 5 8 13 21 34 55 89 144...

Humanity has many languages.

Only mathematics is universal.