Nov. 18th, 2010
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Nov. 18th, 2010 12:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
a1enzoIt is an intriguing phenomenon that when one is a moody teenager, but one has also spent three years at a military academy and had good posture drilled into one, one can exude the essence of a sullen slouch without, in fact, slouching.
Come witness Enzo's mad skillz in this regard.
Come witness Enzo's mad skillz in this regard.
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Nov. 18th, 2010 01:45 pmpattersongsHumans have a concept Mordin Solus does not always entirely get- 'down time'. Oh, yes, he's aware that in order to perform at the highest levels one ought to periodically allow for some degree of idleness and recharge. The problem is that his idea of idleness and recharge generally involves switching from whatever project has his full attention to another project entirely that gets his full attention instead. Salarian lives are too short to waste on anything less. People tend to think that his interest in alien cultures or musical theater is relaxation, but if they hung around him long enough they'd see that he treats such endeavors with exactly the same intensity and focus as he does his research into stopping the Collectors at every possible level.
His most recent idea of relaxation? Working like a demon on how best to take down the monstrosities preying on the humans of another dimension entirely. And he has been very busy at it.
The Bar gives him a glass of something translucent and purple. He takes it, humming to himself as he surveys the room.
[tinytag: Mordin Solus]
His most recent idea of relaxation? Working like a demon on how best to take down the monstrosities preying on the humans of another dimension entirely. And he has been very busy at it.
The Bar gives him a glass of something translucent and purple. He takes it, humming to himself as he surveys the room.
[tinytag: Mordin Solus]
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Nov. 18th, 2010 02:03 pmlilium_evansiaeLily has, since her first visit here, been trying to sort out what's going on with this trap door at the bottom of her trunk.
After some experimentation, she has learned that she can move the trunk without having any effect on the room and door below it, at least that she can see, though she cannot move the trunk while the door is open.
(She has also discovered that the trap door seems to be locked at 10:31, in the morning or at night, but only at 10:31, though she cannot imagine why that would be.)
She has read Hogwarts, A History cover to cover in the last few days and found no references to trap doors in trunks, end-of-the-universe pubs, or anything that sounds like Milliways and her door to it.
She has made a short second visit to see if everything worked the same way, and found that it did.
It's a puzzle, then.
And there's only one thing a Gryffindor is going to do with a puzzle.
Lily Evans, in her school robes, is back at the end of the universe.
[OOC: Slowness and intermittence may happen.]
After some experimentation, she has learned that she can move the trunk without having any effect on the room and door below it, at least that she can see, though she cannot move the trunk while the door is open.
(She has also discovered that the trap door seems to be locked at 10:31, in the morning or at night, but only at 10:31, though she cannot imagine why that would be.)
She has read Hogwarts, A History cover to cover in the last few days and found no references to trap doors in trunks, end-of-the-universe pubs, or anything that sounds like Milliways and her door to it.
She has made a short second visit to see if everything worked the same way, and found that it did.
It's a puzzle, then.
And there's only one thing a Gryffindor is going to do with a puzzle.
Lily Evans, in her school robes, is back at the end of the universe.
[OOC: Slowness and intermittence may happen.]
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Nov. 18th, 2010 02:53 pmnotamagicianThings have been, suffice to say, crazy lately. It didn't take long before Penn's conscience got the better of him, and he fixed up the hotel room as much as possible, but there's only so much that can be done when anything in the room that was in any way capable of coming apart had done exactly that.
Eventually, he got bored of sitting around the hotel room and sitting around restaurants near the hotel, so he's decided to finally come look for Teller at Milliways. He has a feeling that the guy will probably be hiding somewhere to avoid being found, but it won't stop Penn from trying.
Fake Tag: Penn
Eventually, he got bored of sitting around the hotel room and sitting around restaurants near the hotel, so he's decided to finally come look for Teller at Milliways. He has a feeling that the guy will probably be hiding somewhere to avoid being found, but it won't stop Penn from trying.
Fake Tag: Penn
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Nov. 18th, 2010 04:17 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
of-atlantis.livejournal.comNot incredibly unheard of, there is an Atlantean princess in the bar. (This phrase alone should convey a good deal of her posture, erect and regal, but also casual; she had been coming back inside after a swim.) She's dressed in much the same clothes as anyone would have seen her in when she was a child, but her body is definitely grown up, tall and lithe bordering skinny, but there's something in the way she moves that says warrior, as well as royalty.
She looks around curiously for a minute, not recognizing the surroundings that were supposed to be her chambers.
[ooc: This is not Kida's formal age-up as per canon. This is just a test to try an idea out. When she comes back in next time, she'll be a child and won't remember this at all.]
She looks around curiously for a minute, not recognizing the surroundings that were supposed to be her chambers.
[ooc: This is not Kida's formal age-up as per canon. This is just a test to try an idea out. When she comes back in next time, she'll be a child and won't remember this at all.]
First entrance
Nov. 18th, 2010 05:24 pmdowntheelevator.livejournal.comWell, this wasn't right. He could of sworn that was the door to his sort-of-office. Putting his hands in his pockets, he frowned and peered around, hoping for some sort of clue. Nope, definitely CID. Or the basement, it certainly wasn't hot enough. It was more like-- well, a bar.
Huh, well this was impressive. Sure it was probably not the first place he'd want to go, bars never interested him but that hardly matters. Change of scenery was never a bad thing.
Just very wrong, he wasn't meant to be here. "Blimey."
Huh, well this was impressive. Sure it was probably not the first place he'd want to go, bars never interested him but that hardly matters. Change of scenery was never a bad thing.
Just very wrong, he wasn't meant to be here. "Blimey."
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Nov. 18th, 2010 05:31 pmpullsneedlesLucas has been thinking about this for a while. He hasn't been quite sure how to do it but he's decided that now is the time to put the word out for it.
( He leaves a note for his friends and acquaintances. )
That done, he orders dinner and Bar treats him to his favorite: an omelet filled to bursting with savoring fixings.
( He leaves a note for his friends and acquaintances. )That done, he orders dinner and Bar treats him to his favorite: an omelet filled to bursting with savoring fixings.
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Nov. 18th, 2010 08:52 pmguppy_sandhu[ooc: Birthday, and two days of puzzles.]
There is a "Wheeeeeeeee!", then Alex shoots in on a mini-scooter. Not for long however, as he almost immediately collides into a table he wasn't expecting. Fortunately, he's wearing a helmet.
Guppy comes in after him, with a handful of paperwork, and moves quickly over to the sprawled toddler.
"Oops, up you get Fry." he says, as the little boy's lip wobbles. "That's why we don't scoot inside."
He helps his son up, then they sit nearby so that Guppy can take Alex's helmet off. The little boy is still wearing his 'I am 2!' badge with pride.
There is a "Wheeeeeeeee!", then Alex shoots in on a mini-scooter. Not for long however, as he almost immediately collides into a table he wasn't expecting. Fortunately, he's wearing a helmet.
Guppy comes in after him, with a handful of paperwork, and moves quickly over to the sprawled toddler.
"Oops, up you get Fry." he says, as the little boy's lip wobbles. "That's why we don't scoot inside."
He helps his son up, then they sit nearby so that Guppy can take Alex's helmet off. The little boy is still wearing his 'I am 2!' badge with pride.
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Nov. 18th, 2010 09:01 pmelectricconduit.livejournal.comLeaning against the bar, not paying a damn bit of attention to anything going on around him, is Cole. You can try and talk to him. Maybe you'll even get a reply.
[Tiny electric tag: Cole MacGrath]
[Tiny electric tag: Cole MacGrath]
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Nov. 18th, 2010 09:33 pmsunbaked_bakerThere are good smells coming from Milliways' kitchen, tonight. Smells of apples and warm cinnamon, of rising yeast dough and chocolate. Cinnamon rolls the size of a child's skull sit on cooling racks, waiting for the icing in the bowl next to them to be drizzled over them. In the ovens, pies of various sorts are baking, warming the room against the November chill outside.
The baker, however, is standing next to the counter. It's almost as though she's been caught by something, or has lost herself in thought. Her hands are before her on the counter, flour-smudged palms upward. Her gaze doesn't move from them, running over fingers and thumb as though searching for something she expects to be there, something she dreads finding but can't seem to actually find. She's hardly breathing.
The baker, however, is standing next to the counter. It's almost as though she's been caught by something, or has lost herself in thought. Her hands are before her on the counter, flour-smudged palms upward. Her gaze doesn't move from them, running over fingers and thumb as though searching for something she expects to be there, something she dreads finding but can't seem to actually find. She's hardly breathing.
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Nov. 18th, 2010 11:05 pmriver_meimeiThe coffee table near one of the couches is scattered with the detritus of an evening's hanging out at Milliways: two mugs, a bowl with a couple of last raspberries at the bottom, a pack of cards untidily stacked near one corner.
This stuff is still there because so are the people that put it there: River and Duo are settled near one end of the couch. Duo's feet are propped up on a clear space of the table, and he's working on something that looks like a slightly confused descendant of a crossword puzzle. River, crosslegged, is sitting pretty close.
This may or may not be because she keeps stealing his pencil to make helpful corrections.
[OOC: Two muns, two characters! Although if you really want to catch only one of them, you could probably arrange for the other to be off in the bathroom or something.]
This stuff is still there because so are the people that put it there: River and Duo are settled near one end of the couch. Duo's feet are propped up on a clear space of the table, and he's working on something that looks like a slightly confused descendant of a crossword puzzle. River, crosslegged, is sitting pretty close.
This may or may not be because she keeps stealing his pencil to make helpful corrections.
[OOC: Two muns, two characters! Although if you really want to catch only one of them, you could probably arrange for the other to be off in the bathroom or something.]
Happy Hour
Nov. 18th, 2010 11:21 pmscots_wolfSpecials:
Irish Coffee
Tea with Baileys
Hot mulled cider
Hot chocolate with grand marnier
Free apple-and-cinnamon muffins with your drink!
Irish Coffee
Tea with Baileys
Hot mulled cider
Hot chocolate with grand marnier
Free apple-and-cinnamon muffins with your drink!
When Urquhart got the napkin this time, he had a list of hot drinks ready in his head. And he happened to have been baking...
He stands behind the bar, looking tall and blond and friendly. At first glance, you wouldn't think that he kill people for a living.-
