Volterra, March 2005

[themidnightson]

[OOM:

"It would be very wasteful to act rashly now."

]

(no subject)

[acts_of_gord]

Some days Gordon looks like the sort of man who could take on an alien army and the Marine Corps alike and come out on top, and some days he looks like a dog chewed on somebody's math teacher. Today is the latter sort of day. Not because he's particularly tired or wrung out or anything, but because when Alyx received a certain delivery from Mordin Solus it came with a materials safety sheet and a considerable amount of explanatory data. Gordon decided that he wanted to know exactly what they were going to be turning loose on Earth before they did so.

He's starting to wish he'd paid a little more attention to introductory biology, but honestly, it wasn't a particularly impressive science to him at the time. He may be interested in either distraction or explanation, so feel free to drop on by.

Fake Tag: the cat (Coraline)

Themed Happy Hour - sort of

[cheeky-bugger.livejournal.com]

Travis was a little surprised when he was asked by a sentient bar to serve drinks for a few hours, but he has to admit, it does sound fun. Couldn’t be too difficult, right?

He starts trying to find a good list of specials, but by the time he gets to volume 3 of just the wine list, he gives up, and falls back on something a little simpler.

SPECIALS

Stella
Blackthorn
Bass

Half-off for law enforcement. MUST show warrant card.

There. That ought to do. He pulls himself a pint and waits for someone to show up.

[ooc: Calling slow, now. It's nigh on 7:00pm PST, which doesn't seem late, but time is relative, and I am knackered. Will pick up slows tomorrow.]

Fake Tags: Travis Martin

Operation: Red Revolution

[alertcommando]

[[ "I am authorized to say that the action we are now reporting may well bring the war within measurable distance of its end." - George Orwell, 1984 ]]

Millitimed to ages ago...

[time_dancer]

[Sorta OOM: Val plays with electricity. Hope the utility bills in Milliways aren't too bad or uncle Ben is going to have a fit.]

Volterra, March 20th 2005

[themidnightson]

[OOM:

"Amazing."

]

(no subject)

[fightindeed]

Ghaleon enters the bar from the stairs, with little hurrah or announcement to his presence. He has a certain kind of mission for himself today, one that feels heavy to him, but is completed with merely dropping an envelope on the bar.

"Please see that this is delivered to Draco Malfoy," he informs the bar. And with that, he is done.

The letter reads:

( For Draco Malfoy )

There's no need to sign it. Ghaleon is sure that it is clear enough to his identity, anyway.

(no subject)

[howling_laugh]

Finally some good luck this month. The coyote pups were safely installed on a wildlife refuge in Southern Arizona, and she was no longer a single mother. Or, foster home. Or, whatever.

Anyway.

Then, this guy came to her garage, totally desperate. He really needed to get his bike fixed, so he could get to an...important business meeting. Except he didn't have any money. What he did have was a lot of really high quality marijuana and a willingness to barter.

And now, Coyote has more than five hundred dollars of said weed (tied up neatly in a plastic bag) sitting in front of her on her table.

She is looking at it, clearly amused. She may or may not have already partaken. You takes your chances.

(no subject)

[fallsinplace]

(OoM Fishing called due to memory loss, millitimed to before bartending)