Oct. 22nd, 2010
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Oct. 22nd, 2010 02:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gavemea_45[OOM:
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"--heat of the moment, telling me what my heart meant--"
[OOC: Spoilers for and dialogue from SPN 3.11, "Mystery Spot."]
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"Rise and shine, Sammy!"]
[OOC: Spoilers for and dialogue from SPN 3.11, "Mystery Spot."]
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Oct. 22nd, 2010 02:17 amdoesntsaymuch[Not-Quite OOM:
Teller takes a lesson in the unique fauna of Milliways.
The next morning, George isn’t doing so well, either.
Penn reacts about as well as anyone could expect.
And Guppy very badly needs a day off.
Outside, in the bar, and in the infirmary. Millitimed to the full moon, and a bit afterwards. Warnings for violence, language, and a bit of nudity.]
Fake Tags: Fade, Penn, Teller
Teller takes a lesson in the unique fauna of Milliways.
The next morning, George isn’t doing so well, either.
Penn reacts about as well as anyone could expect.
And Guppy very badly needs a day off.
Outside, in the bar, and in the infirmary. Millitimed to the full moon, and a bit afterwards. Warnings for violence, language, and a bit of nudity.]
Fake Tags: Fade, Penn, Teller
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Oct. 22nd, 2010 10:45 amnotamagicianPenn’s quite bored of hanging around just outside of the infirmary door. There are noises coming from inside that sound quite frantic, but no matter how bad they sound, no one will let Penn in to check.
He’s realised that sitting there, listening to the goings on is only making him more nervous. So now, there’s a man in fluffy pink bunny slippers and a slightly blood-stained shirt and trousers sitting by the fire with a six pack of Coca-Cola, trying very hard not to look as nervous as he feels.
He’s probably failing at that. But at least he hadn’t stuck around long enough to see that woman with the crossbow go in there. He’d be having his own panic attacks right now if he’d seen that.
[ooc: All threads millitimed to before Guppy's.]
Fake Tags: Alba DeTamble, Penn
He’s realised that sitting there, listening to the goings on is only making him more nervous. So now, there’s a man in fluffy pink bunny slippers and a slightly blood-stained shirt and trousers sitting by the fire with a six pack of Coca-Cola, trying very hard not to look as nervous as he feels.
He’s probably failing at that. But at least he hadn’t stuck around long enough to see that woman with the crossbow go in there. He’d be having his own panic attacks right now if he’d seen that.
[ooc: All threads millitimed to before Guppy's.]
Fake Tags: Alba DeTamble, Penn
OOM: France, 2005
Oct. 22nd, 2010 03:55 pmikissdhimbck[OOM*:
Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky,
you'll get by
Smile even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky,
you'll get by
*OOM still in-progress!
Same warnings as before. The rest to follow; again, with many thanks!]
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Oct. 22nd, 2010 04:32 pmdeath_gone_madThose with keen ear would have been able to hear a struggle on the other side of the door and a *thunk* *THUNK* before the front door gets kicked in by a wild looking woman. She raises and crosses her blood spattered arms in front of her face to shield herself and on instinct barges in. In her right hand is a scimitar, in her left is a sickle.
It isn't long though, before she realizes this is Milliways and not the room she thought she was about to enter. What clued her in was the door she thought she just kicked in slamming shut behind her.
"Shit..."
Weapons dropped on the floor, she started pulling at the doorknob. The door did not budge. She tried a few magic spells, and the door stayed solid. And apparently, the door is fireproof.
She really did not want to return this soon.
One redhead, at the door, cussing up a storm. Bother at your own risk?
Fake Tag: Amascut, Evil Chicken
It isn't long though, before she realizes this is Milliways and not the room she thought she was about to enter. What clued her in was the door she thought she just kicked in slamming shut behind her.
"Shit..."
Weapons dropped on the floor, she started pulling at the doorknob. The door did not budge. She tried a few magic spells, and the door stayed solid. And apparently, the door is fireproof.
She really did not want to return this soon.
One redhead, at the door, cussing up a storm. Bother at your own risk?
Fake Tag: Amascut, Evil Chicken
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Oct. 22nd, 2010 05:03 pmslayer_frayIt's 5pm. Do you know where your resident Slayer-on-Security is?
If you guessed 'above my head, hanging from a rafter by her knees like some sort of multicoloured bat', you guessed right!
If you guessed 'above my head, hanging from a rafter by her knees like some sort of multicoloured bat', you guessed right!
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Oct. 22nd, 2010 05:53 pmchangeinasnap[Out of Milliways:
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" -- gotta get back in time, get me back in time -- "
(Spoilers for 3x11, "Mystery Spot.")]
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(Spoilers for 3x11, "Mystery Spot.")]
Happy Hour
Oct. 22nd, 2010 06:48 pmmorethanpropsMoist enjoyed last night with Urquhart, he still doesn't know what the other part of the curse was and its nagging in his thoughts.
Bar though has provided a distraction as he's been finding what look like Sonkies* in flavors all over the place, he's been collecting them.
When he returns for a refill of his drink and she asks him to bartend he grins and puts all the preventives in a bowl before writing the specials.
Specials
Triplesex
Spicey Scot
Fiery Redhead
Free Sonky with your drink and tell me about your first time, your best time or worst time and the drink's half off.
Then he takes a sip of his whiskey and tries to figure out why you'd want things to glow down there.
*Wallace Sonky (Deceased), in his time created items (known as Sonkies) designed to keep the population of Ankh-Morpork down. Sam Vimes was heard to say that "the housing shortage in Ankh-Morpork would be a good deal worse if it wasn't for old man Sonky and his penny-a-packet preventatives".
Tiny tag with an assumed name: Moist von Lipwig
Tiny bloody tag: Amascut
Tiny government magician tag: John Mandrake
Bar though has provided a distraction as he's been finding what look like Sonkies* in flavors all over the place, he's been collecting them.
When he returns for a refill of his drink and she asks him to bartend he grins and puts all the preventives in a bowl before writing the specials.
Triplesex
Spicey Scot
Fiery Redhead
Free Sonky with your drink and tell me about your first time, your best time or worst time and the drink's half off.
Then he takes a sip of his whiskey and tries to figure out why you'd want things to glow down there.
*Wallace Sonky (Deceased), in his time created items (known as Sonkies) designed to keep the population of Ankh-Morpork down. Sam Vimes was heard to say that "the housing shortage in Ankh-Morpork would be a good deal worse if it wasn't for old man Sonky and his penny-a-packet preventatives".
Tiny tag with an assumed name: Moist von Lipwig
Tiny bloody tag: Amascut
Tiny government magician tag: John Mandrake
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Oct. 22nd, 2010 07:03 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
petraarkanian.livejournal.comPetra is in the bar. A sleek black coat overlays simple dark black pants and light gray shirt. It's been a while, but she feels comfortable in the bar. "Hey you," Petra says quietly as she lays a hand on the bar. "It's been a while, may I have a drink please?" A tall thin glass of amber liquid appears with an umbrella in it. "Very funny." Petra replies, but takes the drink. A stack of crackers also appears. "Alright, no drinking on an empty stomach."
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Oct. 22nd, 2010 07:39 pmraptorcanaria[OOM: The Sum of Their Parts
The Justice League have their very first team up!
It involves the dismantling of the Justice League itself. Although not in the way you'd imagine.]
The Justice League have their very first team up!
It involves the dismantling of the Justice League itself. Although not in the way you'd imagine.]
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Oct. 22nd, 2010 07:46 pmgavemea_45[OOM: "Be regular and orderly in your life, that you may be violent and original in your work."
-- Gustave Flaubert & Clive Barker]
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Oct. 22nd, 2010 07:59 pmgavemea_45[From here.]
The front door bangs open, and Sam stalks through. For whatever reason, he doesn't seem happy to be at Milliways; in fact, Sam's expression is grim and blank, like he forgot how to smile a long time ago.
He steps to one side of the door and scans the room with intent focus, clearly searching for something.
Or maybe for someone.
[OOC: not plot-locked; open post, but with any & all threads millitimed before this one.
eta: aaaaaand slowtime requested please, as of 10 pm MT / midnight ET! Will tag everything back tomorrow. Thanks!]
The front door bangs open, and Sam stalks through. For whatever reason, he doesn't seem happy to be at Milliways; in fact, Sam's expression is grim and blank, like he forgot how to smile a long time ago.
He steps to one side of the door and scans the room with intent focus, clearly searching for something.
Or maybe for someone.
[OOC: not plot-locked; open post, but with any & all threads millitimed before this one.
eta: aaaaaand slowtime requested please, as of 10 pm MT / midnight ET! Will tag everything back tomorrow. Thanks!]
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Oct. 22nd, 2010 08:08 pma1enzoEnzo settles into an armchair with his guitar.
Before he can begin playing, he notices something down the side of the cushion. A number of somethings, in fact.
He pulls one out. It's a small, square packet with round contents.
He stares at it.
He glances around, licking his lips nervously, his cheeks a dark jade.
He begins to furtively gather up the packets, because, hey, you never know.
He stops, suddenly, as it occurs to him what free food found lying around the bar has been known to do to people, and his imagination applies the same principle to other found items.
He hastily stuffs the packets back down the side of the chair and gets on with his music.
Before he can begin playing, he notices something down the side of the cushion. A number of somethings, in fact.
He pulls one out. It's a small, square packet with round contents.
He stares at it.
He glances around, licking his lips nervously, his cheeks a dark jade.
He begins to furtively gather up the packets, because, hey, you never know.
He stops, suddenly, as it occurs to him what free food found lying around the bar has been known to do to people, and his imagination applies the same principle to other found items.
He hastily stuffs the packets back down the side of the chair and gets on with his music.
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Oct. 22nd, 2010 08:58 pmscots_wolf[[OOM: Two nights ago, Urquhart's voice returned when he last wanted it.]]
Urquhart is sitting in a chair near the fireplace, blowing up long, colourful balloons that smell oddly of different artificial fruit flavours.
Yes, he knows what these things are for. He has no other use for them, as he's dead and what these things prevent does not apply to him.
He's feeling worried for Teller. It is a very new feeling, and an utterly unpleasant one.
Suddenly, the bar is full of people Urquhart cares about. He doesn't like this at all. It's not just the embarrassment of almost having said something soppy to Moist. It's as if each of these friends is a little weak spot, and if they're harmed, a piece of Urquhart gets hurt as well.
[[OOC: Warnings for graphic sex and soppiness in the OOM!]]
Urquhart is sitting in a chair near the fireplace, blowing up long, colourful balloons that smell oddly of different artificial fruit flavours.
Yes, he knows what these things are for. He has no other use for them, as he's dead and what these things prevent does not apply to him.
He's feeling worried for Teller. It is a very new feeling, and an utterly unpleasant one.
Suddenly, the bar is full of people Urquhart cares about. He doesn't like this at all. It's not just the embarrassment of almost having said something soppy to Moist. It's as if each of these friends is a little weak spot, and if they're harmed, a piece of Urquhart gets hurt as well.
[[OOC: Warnings for graphic sex and soppiness in the OOM!]]
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Oct. 22nd, 2010 10:16 pmyoung_wombleWellington, whilst tidying the bar, has come across some unusual... slimy balloons.
They smell rather strongly of fruit.
Using his cleaning stick, he picks up a few of them and looks at them with interest. Quite stretchy. There must be a practical application for this material.
Some of them seem to have been blown up into balloons. He pokes one shaped like a turtle, and leaves it, in case it's official decoration.
He tidies some of the slimy things into his bag, then picks one up and tugs at it experimentally. Maybe it could be used to put under one of the doors in the burrow that's always sticking?
They smell rather strongly of fruit.
Using his cleaning stick, he picks up a few of them and looks at them with interest. Quite stretchy. There must be a practical application for this material.
Some of them seem to have been blown up into balloons. He pokes one shaped like a turtle, and leaves it, in case it's official decoration.
He tidies some of the slimy things into his bag, then picks one up and tugs at it experimentally. Maybe it could be used to put under one of the doors in the burrow that's always sticking?
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Oct. 22nd, 2010 10:56 pmguppy_sandhuSome time after this, Guppy has still not managed to get upstairs again for some proper sleep.
This will be because he's asleep sitting up in an armchair, cold cup of coffee balanced delicately on his knee, just ready to spill down his trousers next time he moves.
This will be because he's asleep sitting up in an armchair, cold cup of coffee balanced delicately on his knee, just ready to spill down his trousers next time he moves.
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Oct. 22nd, 2010 11:20 pmfightindeedWhen one is set to pass onto death, they expect to find peace, or at the very least, an opportunity for rest. While there were reasons for Ghaleon to disbelieve that his second death would be any more permanent than the first, but he had chosen to hope anyway.
Perhaps his hope had been found, perhaps not. Time is very strange in the life afterlife, thirty seconds could be thirty years could be thirty seconds. But no matter how much time he may have received, he did not have it now.
Suddenly finding oneself in a bar is not peace. Nor is the fact that no man, woman or thing is recognizable to him. It's not peace: but perhaps it will be interesting.
Ghaleon will decide soon enough if he objects to this turn of events. For now, he will watch, and wait.
[plot locked due to a challenged computer, sorry!]
Perhaps his hope had been found, perhaps not. Time is very strange in the life afterlife, thirty seconds could be thirty years could be thirty seconds. But no matter how much time he may have received, he did not have it now.
Suddenly finding oneself in a bar is not peace. Nor is the fact that no man, woman or thing is recognizable to him. It's not peace: but perhaps it will be interesting.
Ghaleon will decide soon enough if he objects to this turn of events. For now, he will watch, and wait.
[plot locked due to a challenged computer, sorry!]
