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[death_gone_mad]

[OOM After her own hair is restored by a fellow ginger, ███████ finally gets to go home.]

Fake Tag: Amascut

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[isaysimplewords]

Cal is fresh from a shift at the animal shelter, and covered in the various types of fur that prove it.

There's also, and unusually, a small red feather on his shoulder, just back beyond his line of sight; he hasn't noticed it yet.

What he has noticed is that a strand of . . . cat fur? probably . . . has floated into his raktajino, and he's trying to decide if he cares enough to get a fresh one.

He probably doesn't.

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[raptorcanaria]

Following this conversation, Dinah sets a notice up on the notice board:

Wanted
Someone with cooking and meal planning skills willing and able to teach a ten year old.

Please see Dinah Lance or Lucas

Payment negotiable.

With that sorted out, she grabs herself breakfast and settles for hopefully a quiet morning in the Bar.

[OOC: Open forever, but prone to slows because I'm heading Comic Con wards this weekend.]

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[msskagpocalypse.livejournal.com]

[OOM: When we were Young:  Grief.]

On the anniversary of her dad's death, Lilith grieves by visiting Mordecai and leaves with the one thing she didn't come for.

(OOC: Hey, can anyone link me to the backroom post about doing...erm tiny tags, on that different website...so you can actually find your entries? Thank you!)


Tinyakwardteenagetag: Lilith (Borderlands) Mordecai (Borderlands) October 2010

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[claudiometer]

You wouldn't think. at first, that a vacuum cleaner would be such a pain in the ass to fix. But this is twice now that Claudia's thought she had it, only for the damn thing to choke again.
And so: Sammich time, before she learns how one strangles something that doesn't need to breathe.

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[yosafbridge]

In the aftermath of the fight that happened yesterday, there is a small red fox sniffing with marked interest around the spot where it took place.

There are scents that she knows - some better than others - and, more curiously, some that she doesn't know at all. (Those are the ones receiving a little more attention than the familiar.)

Her ears twitch - seemingly casually, though anyone with more intelligence will realize that she's listening for anyone who may be trying to creep up on her.

Or the occasionally daring demon bunny.

MULTI PUP EP

[fortheacoma]

Mara fortifies her courage with a sip of Sa wine. and digs into the strange pastry that the Bar has seen fit to provide her, making sure her sleeves are tugged out of the way, before she begins to write a note to Beauford. She has to do this. She's hidden from her duties long enough... Today, she will tell Beauford  she is leaving within the week and Gods help her on her chosen path.

  

Zaknafein starts awake, in a cold sweat. The drow's nightmare is vivid and familiar, his flesh still tingling with phantom pains from the sharp feel of Malice's eight-legged spider blade being drawn out of his chest.  He feels as if a piece of him is missing; he just doesn't know what it is, or where it went. He shivers, chills of foreboding moving up and down his spine.

He makes his way down to the Bar quickly, slipping the customary daggers and weapons on, to ease his strange, unnameable fear.



    VS 

( OOC: Round 1! FIGHT! )

"And you complain about clumsy humans, do you?" Naitachal was murmuring to Eliathanis as they climbed, over the window sill and into the room. His full attention was on the white elf behind him.

The White Elf glared. It wasn't very intimidating. "How was I to know the drainpipe wasn't secure?"

"You did make a most convincing spider, clinging to the wall with every digit," Naitachal could not stop himself from grinning as he slung back a teasing response.

"You could have helped me!" Eliathanis protested, taking off his green hood.

"What, and spoil your acrobatic demonstration?" Naitachal removed and neatly shook out the folds of his black cloak. "A pretty thing it was, too."

Eliathanis straightened. "I don't think—"

"A pity." Naitachal smirked, glancing around himself.

"Well, well." the Nitathil murmured, as his eyes lit up.  "What have we here?"

The startled White Elf looks around. "This... Is not Kevin's room."

"You are a master at stating the obvious." Naitachal grinned.

"And you are very, very frustrating." Eliathanis folded his arms in disapproval, that only made the mischievous Nitathil's grin wider.

Happy Hour

[will_scarlett]

Will's surprised when he gets the note, its been a long time since he bartended. First he pours himself a bourbon before considering what's behind the Bar.

He'll just keep the specials simple, because look at names might end up hurting.

Specials
Whiskey
Mulled Wine and Cider
Ale
Mead
Tell me of something good ye've harvested this season.

Then he sits behind the Bar and watches to see who arrives.

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

[Out of Milliways:

This is Corporal Peter Tarzey. He works for the Enclave, and he has one job to do.]

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[evercleverest]

[OOM:

the difference between obsession and the truth ]

a first ep of sorts

[evercleverest]

It is generally believed that first-time patrons to Milliways bar enter through the front door.

Most of the time, this is true.

But tonight, in the case of two wizards and one witch, their arrival point is really quite unusual.

After a loud pop! (the familiar sound of Apparating), the trio (exhausted, scared, dirty and very much worse for wear) ends up Outdoors by the trees - a fair distance away from the Bar.

The scenery is terribly familiar. It does, after all, resemble the grounds at Hogwarts, with their scenic mountains, lakes, and mild temperatures. But there's something ... off about it. Something a little different.

In the midst of their confusion, it is Hermione Granger who falls first, barely stirring after the events at Malfoy Manor, sagging heavily between her two best friends - one Harry Potter, and one Ron Weasley.



tiny!tag: penn

[ooc: three pups, three muns. open to anyone who might be around the area! on behalf of the trio - thank you so much for tagging, guys! harry-mun has gone off to bed, so we'll be slowtiming some of these threads from here. :) ]

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[a1enzo]

[OOM, Millitimed to after this: Enzo isn't as sneaky as he thought.]

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[scots_wolf]

There is a rather bruised Scotsman by the fireplace today.

He's cleaned the blood off, of course, but he's got a black eye and his nose and cheeks are rather swollen. When he moves, he does that with unusual care, due to the pain in his ribs where Gene Hunt had kicked him.

So he nurses a large cup of sweet coffee with lots of cardamom in it and tries not to move much.-

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[crabbycustomer]

"...UGH."

Karkat Vantas. By all appearances, thirteen years old, gray, with orange horns, sharp teeth and heavy bags under his eyes.

"WHAT OUTRAGEOUS NEW BIFURCATED-GARMENTLOAD OF RIDICULOUS HOOFBEAST LEAVINGS IS THIS?"

Almost exclusively ornery, all of the time.

[OOC: Warning? Karkat is an obnoxious, aggressive young... creature. He won't actually hurt anybody, though.

Probably.]

Mordecai at the front door

[brainventilator.livejournal.com]

A very frustrated man is standing by the front door, his arms folded and his head down. He's trying to figure out a solution to a very vexing problem, though it isn't readily apparent what. When he moves from his spot to grip the doorknob in both hands, twisting and pulling at it frantically, the source of his unpleasantness is suddenly much clearer.

"God damn it, open!" Mordecai mutters, a steady string of curses passing under his breath as he paws at the doorknob like a crazed animal. "Stupid piece of crap!" The door earns itself a well-deserved kick for it's stubbornness, and in turn rewards Mordecai with an aching foot. More cursing follows as Mordecai (very) slowly learns what it means to be Bound.

[OOC: Open to anyone until it scrolls!]

Tiny Tag: Mordecai(Borderlands), Lilith(Borderlands), October 2010

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[weareblessed.livejournal.com]

Fortunately, it is night outside when a vampire walks into the Bar. Said vampire is, in fact, wearing a very nice suit and tie. He is well-dressed, even if his skin is a bit pale and his eyes are discolored, and his skin cool to the touch.

He also looks quite confused as to where he might be...after all, bars do not usually emerge in random places, and...

There are more humans here than I've seen in one place in quite a while...

Charles Bromley, welcome to Milliways.