Conversations With Dead People

[claudiometer]

(OOM:

sometimes in the morning
I catch a falling dream, a disappearing scene
and I think about someone
that I will never see again)

Ben Grimm, Front Door

[ever_lovin]

The Bar looks very different to Ben when he enters today, in several ways actually. For one, it's much larger, like much, much larger. For another it's gone sort of monochromatic and the sounds...it's not louder exactly, there's just more sounds and nuances than he's heard before. Smells too now that he thinks about it. And the size of everything.

He looks down at himself to see if it's him who's changed and sees his usual stone paws and looks back up....wait. STONE PAWS?!?

"Mwroar mew MROAR!*"

*"Aw come ON!" Translated from feline. ~ Smilin' Stan.
[OOC:Early for Halloween but open all weekend and until his next EP.]

Outside, near the Lake

[evilontheloose]

There is an Evil Genius outside, doing something extremely evil.

...

Oh, wait: Jordan is only flying a two-feet-long coaxial rotor helicopter model.

It is probably not armed or anything.

Jenks, out in the garden (OOM-ish)

[pixie-runner.livejournal.com]

[Out in the garden, Jenks has a conversation with a dead person he had hoped to never see again. Warnings for pixie swearing.]

Sorry, couch potatos!

[death_gone_mad]

Sorry to anyone that was planning on flopping on the couch. ███████ still hasn't grown bored of tossing the condoms that litter the couch into the fire. Well...

Not really, she is taking them out of their packaging and flinging them at the fish. See, she has two theories.

1. The condoms stop reproducing when they aren't in the main bar area.
2. The condoms stop reproducing if their outer packaging is torn.

She is testing her first theory by leaving a couple of the condoms in their packaging in one of the libraries. For the second she has liberated a bunch of the condoms from their packaging and they are laid out in front of the couch.

WEE.

Fake covered in (Unused! That's important!) condoms Tag: Amascut

(no subject)

[chronodisplaced.livejournal.com]

[In Milliways:

just dreaming,
counting the ways to where you are.]


tag: Alba

(no subject)

[claudiometer]

Claudia's nap yesterday turned into 'staying in Milliways overnight,' as things worked out. And... well, if that dream is the sort of thing that happens all the time, she's not sure she wants to do it again in a hurry.
She's at the Bar, with a bowl of spaghetti in front of her. The sauce isn't just smashed-up tomatoes; there's a lot of meat in it, along with green peppers, onions, and mushrooms. She's only picked at it a little, though.
It's not that she's not hungry - she is, and it looks and smells every bit as delicious as she remembers it tasting - it's just that it's hard to eat very quickly when there's a lump in your throat.

millitimed to yesterday

[hallelujahpilot]

A few hours after this conversation (and after bargaining with the Bar for some body-armour from her world, and her time, and some bullet-proof glasses would be really nice, Bar), Trudy comes down the stairs. If she looks dressed for business (combat boots, elbow-and-knee pads, body armour, desert fatigues, hair braided and tucked back, hand-gun at her thigh and rifle over her shoulder), it's because she is.

She also stops at the Bar for a moment,

"Bar, honey, could you give this to Carl Benton?" The note vanishes and Trudy smiles. "Thanks," she says, and then goes to find Ellen and the others.

[ooc: not for tagging! Trudy'll have a proper EP later]

(no subject)

[almosthonorable]

[ not-exactly oom ]

every way of a man is right in his own eyes

but the lord ponders the heart.

( proverbs 21:2 )

(no subject)

[doesntsaymuch]

When Teller gets upset, he likes to learn a new skill. And anyone who knows him is likely aware of the rather large upset he’s recently experienced.

Rather than try to explain his injuries to their manager, Teller’s been staying in the bar, passing time by learning shadowgraphy. He’s picked up all of the really easy ones so far – rabbits and unicorns and all that – and has moved on to some of the more intermediate designs.

The chimpanzees are a little difficult, because they’re done above his head, where he can’t actually see his hands. So he’s experimenting with this one, mostly, trying to see what happens when he moves each of his fingers, and...

Oh, my.

Well, that certainly isn’t in the book.

[ooc: linked image may be considered NSFW]

Fake Tags: Teller

(no subject)

[notnathaniel.livejournal.com]

[not-quite-oom:



a dream in two parts (and a rude awakening) -

safe. secret. secure.




* some dialogue taken straight from The Amulet of Samarkand.

tiny!tag: john mandrake

(no subject)

[noble_6]

[not-very-oom]

But in the end we were meant to be apart
Like separate chambers of the human heart

tiny tag: Noble Six

(no subject)

[visible_sariel]

OOM, upstairs. Sariel's dreams aren't always the nightmarish kind when she stays at the bar.

Rated B for bittersweet, R for the absolute reverse of a previous nightmare, D for dream constructs and imagery, and U for a slightly unexpected face in the crowd.

(no subject)

[scurlock]

not!OOM:

and i don't know what you've been told

the streets of where i'm from
are paved with hearts instead of gold

(no subject)

[slayedthedragon.livejournal.com]

Angel is meandering around the bar, looking all Security-like to match his shiny badge. Apparently, when it comes to being on Security, practice makes perfect, because he now has the badge right side up and facing the right way.

It's all about the little victories.

(no subject)

[overcame-fear.livejournal.com]

There's a young Green Lantern in the bar, and man, is he happy about that. Hal still isn't sure which Sector of the universe this place is in--his Ring doesn't seem much help at all when it comes to that question--but he knows it's not in Sector 2814, so he's off the hook.

Even a dedicated GL likes to kick back and relax now and then. He strides over to the bar, orders a coffee (still in uniform, after all), and takes a seat.

(no subject)

[fiery_ring]

[oomish: Live fast, die young.]

Carlotta is out back, practicing acrobatics barefoot on the grass. Moving fast. Just in case... her mum is still watching.

After about an hour, when she's starting to get tired, she stops, and looks around. Searching the lawns and the trees for the ghostly figure.

But it looks like she's gone again.

(no subject)

[one_man_army]

[not!OOM:

Conversations.

(Except not.)

]



**re: this conversation from a few months ago**