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[doesntsaymuch]

[OOM: Teller is annoyed with his mandatory vacation this week]

Fake Tag: Teller

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[hecu_marine]

Out of Milliways: "What's your game, Freeman? Huh?"

[Previously linked in the back room. My apologies, I thought I already had it up here.]

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[not-toothfairy.livejournal.com]

There's a noise like the THX Sound in reverse, and two panels of the wall slide open to reveal the cunningly concealed elevator to the Milli-garage. Ironhide stomps out, muttering to himself. You'd think that humans would understand being given an embassy while they negotiated for access to Cybertronian tech wasn't a license to stuff the embassy with engineers and let them disassemble everything they could get their hands on. Well, it's Optimus' problem. Ironhide just glares, and occasionally makes plausible-sounding threats. He's not a people mech.

On the other hand, he's a mech who does respond to notes like the one that just popped up, so he's gonna go look for Alyx Vance before ordering a drink.

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[gone_byebye]

"-due respect, Ambassador, up yours."

Ray closes the door behind him and drips into Milliways. "I," he says to no one in particular, "have had enough of New Orleans. Can I go home now?"

Bar does not answer. She does produce a glass of something the color of almost luminescent Windex, though. It smells a little bit of berries.

"Thank you."

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Yesterday was a day of shooting- and, very briefly, shouting. Today, not so much. Ellen's got work to do outside to meet John-117's standards, and that takes a lot of time, a lot of effort, and a whole lot of sweating.

Complaining is not on the agenda. She took this particular course of action freely, so she has no one to blame but herself. Not to mention that complaining about John's work here will only mean she's not ready to face whatever might come next at home- and complaining about problems at home will get her eaten by yao guai, or shot by the Enclave, or both.

So.

She's got some down-time now, and she's using it to work on machining those parts she promised Mr. Solo last night. When she's done she's got a heap of Giddyup Buttercup parts at her table as well, all of them the best pieces she was able to assemble from the remains of sixteen prewar robot horses. If she can get this thing assembled she'll finally have a cargo animal, although just how she's likely to get it back to her world without getting too many questions out of Star Paladin Cross remains to be seen.


[Tinytag: Jordan Kennedy]

All Work and No Play

[lady_bols]

All work and no play makes Alex a very dull girl indeed.  If she never saw the inside of that musty old records room again, it would be too soon.  And an evening of sitting on that god awful geometric patterned couch for another night, watching the blue BBC logo spin, waiting for word from Molly as to whether or not her real body had reached hospital did not sound appealing in the least.

Far better to take her woes to a proper pub (This is not to slight Luigi's trattoria, but there was no dart board and no snooker table, and it was more than a little pathetic that she could name every face in that atrocious mural.)

So here's to wiling away a few hours, honing her skill at the dart board, and drinking something a little bit better than the house red.

Fake Tag: DI Alex Drake, DCI Gene Hunt

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[doesntsaymuch]

Teller still isn't sure how he got dragged into this whole San Francisco thing. The Cryptic Corporation called Penn; not him.

And yet, here he is at JFK, wanting very much to strangle his partner right now. This was a stupid idea, and Penn is stupid for having had it.


Finding the bar in the men's room is a bit of a surprise, and a welcome one at that. Thank the Landlord for small mercies.

He takes his suitcase and his newspaper over to the fireplace, and tries to relax for a bit before his upcoming six-hour-flight from hell.

Tiny Annoyed Tag: Teller

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[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

[OOM: "I think this is gonna work. But... it's gonna take some time."

"Well, Mr. LaForge... It would seem that time is what we have plenty of."]

[Spoilers for Star Trek: The Next Generation Episode 6x25, "Timescape"]

Absolutely everybody in the bar, shortly after dark

[scots_wolf]

• Margolotta is sitting by the fireplace again, drinking tea. She's not knitting now, but reading a book. Over the rim, she's keeping an eye on the bar, especially the one she's come to think of as 'Moist von Lipwig's tame not-quite-werewolf'.
• Urquhart, the man in question, is lounging nearby, refusing to budge just because some vampire lady is eyeing him with something between distrust and amusement. He has put up his feet and is reading a large book with a very, very magenta cover entitled 'Indian Cooking Basics'. There are pictures in it, and he's turning the leaves very slowly.
• Somewhere between them and the bar, at a table around which the air is shimmering strangely, Tower and Sirona are playing Chinese Checkers, also known as Go. The game is getting very intense.
• Donovan Reece, the wereswan swanmane, is sitting at the bar, drinking a caipirinha and looking quite tired. He's spread his arms on the surface of the bar almost like a bird that's so exhausted its wings are drooping.
• On a rug near the back door, Bridgette is sitting playing with her new magical toy dog. She's teaching it new tricks, and absolutely absorbed with what she is doing.
• Teja, finally, is sitting on a bar stool, his back against a pillar, playing his guitar and singing his quiet way through much of the folk-rock repertoire from the late 20th century. His axe is leaning against the pillar, and his Security badge is completely visible on his belt.

[[OOC: Say in your tag whom you want!]]

OOM

[frmthebeginning.livejournal.com]

[The American Psychiatric Institute defines Stockholm Syndrome "refers to a group of psychological symptoms that occur in some persons in a captive or hostage situation."]


TinyTag of Crazy: Mark Hoffman.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy got himself promoted today. Yay!

He drops a note off at the bar after coming in.

( Fiona )

He's got the smaller of his two little people with him today, Coral, who is just about big enough to fit into the Newborn range of clothing now. Not that her feet quite reach the bottom yet.

He settles in a booth to bottle feed the infant. Today has been a good day.

(no subject)

[followfootsteps.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Over the course of the day, Teddy is yelled at by his alarm, does things that could get him fired, visits a Herbologist, attempts to be a passably good boyfriend, and is informed of another murder.]

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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Don't adjust your sets, Milliways. This is a Kate walking into the bar with a cool assessing glance, but decidedly snootier and frostier than the typical hero. In fact, this one wouldn't even know the first thing about superheroes. Not when there's time for a perfectly good croquet match with Eli.

She gave a cursory sniff as though she found her initial view of the place decidedly disappointing. She yawned as she hefted her croquet mallet.

"Oh poo, a simple tavern. Well, I suppose they should have something palatable I should hope. Why something so ordinary and drab would be in the middle of idyllic Central Park, I'll never know."


(OOC: For one time only, have a Kate Bishop from the Young Avengers version of Avengers Fairy Tales. Her speech will be more early 20th century than early 21st, and as you can see, much more of a snooty idle rich girl than her normal counterpart. So apologies in advance for her attitude.)

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[vyvyan]

[oomish: Vyvyan is released from the cells.]

Vyvyan is glad to be out of the cells, despite his feelings of injustice at being in there in the first place.

He was considering going to the forge and spraying graffiti on it, but suspects that might get him rearrested.

So, waiting until the building appears unoccupied, he climbs up onto the roof and wraps a sparkly pink thong around the chimney. Then jumps down and casually strolls off back towards the bar.

[Tag: Vyvyan]

The gears of the machine clank into motion

[fairytaleknight]

Once upon a time, (I wish)
in a far-off kingdom (more than anything)
lived a fair maiden...

Into the woods, without regret,
The choice is made, the task is set.
Into the woods, but not forget-
Ting why I'm on the journey.

[Most of the dialogue and action in these OOMs comes from Princess Tutu Episodes 11-12.]

[tag: Rue, Mytho, Drosselmeyer]