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[thats-not-data.livejournal.com]

[(Sort-of)OOM: "Lore, I have a a surprise for you."]

An android walks into the bar, entering from upstairs. There's a slight smile on his face, and an air about him, like he's ready to take over the world.

Or the bar.

But don't worry, he's not going to… Not yet, anyway.

Right now, he's content to head over to Bar to ask for a glass of champagne. He leans on her wooden surface and surveys the room contentedly.

[OOC: Posting this now for timeline purposes, but will not be back to tag until tomorrow morning (Monday for me; GMT+9).

Not plotlocked or anything, but be careful—he's got a phaser.]

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[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Malcolm comes down from upstairs and strolls over to the bar, a little blue book in his hand. It's a slight change of pace for him, but not by much. As someone who used to spend most of his time counseling young people, Malcolm makes an effort to keep up on whatever they might be reading.

In fact, the only thing that's annoying him about it is the fact that it doesn't seem nearly as exotic to him as the author probably intended.

****ing Milliways.

A moment later he's at his usual seat at the bar, a glass of scotch nearby.

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[k_in_black]

A cheerful (well, cheerful for him) Agent K comes through the Front Door. The fact that he's covered in some kind of alien slime doesn't seem to be bothering him at all, though he's having a little trouble getting the gunk out of the barrel of that ginormous XT-17 Korlian he's carrying with him.

He gives Bar a pat as he sits down. "A double, Darlin'."

A double of Eli Lockhart's finest bourbon appears.

"And, while you're at it: a towel soaked in two parts hydrogen peroxide, one part Rigellian universal solvent, and seven parts Kentucky moonshine with three dashes of Tabasco."

K peers down the clogged barrel again, towel now in hand. "This oughta do it."

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[humourandheart]

[OOM: "Where's a bleeding map when you need one?"

Warning: Contains slight spoilers for HP7.1 for anyone who hasn't seen the movie yet and doesn't want to be spoiled for visual-type things.]

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[cheeky-bugger.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Coping Mechanisms]

Travis cannot, he's learned rather suddenly, sleep in an empty flat. The flat is not completely empty, and it has not been the first time Nicholas wasn't in his own room, grinding his teeth loudly enough for Travis to hear through the door, but everything about it just feels wrong now. It's the absence of both Nicholas and the countless jade figures in the front room. It's the silence that comes from not having that goddamn annoying dehumidifier running. It's not having to listen to Nicholas getting up and down twenty fucking times before finally deciding that all is well and he can go to bed.

Travis never realised it would be so hard to sleep when he wasn't being annoyed to all hell.

Eventually, he gives up. Wearing a fairly boring set of pyjama bottoms and a vest, he drags in a duvet with a matching pillow and wanders over to the sofa where he sets up camp. This place is always full of people and always rather noisy, so maybe he can actually get some sleep. Completely not caring that someone else might like to maybe sit on the sofa, he sprawls out in a way that shows off a rather startling tattoo, and tries not to think about anything.

Feel free to make fun of his rather odd choice of designs, or get after him for taking up the entire sofa. Or both.

Fake Tags: Jordan Kennedy, Travis Martin

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[time_dancer]

[OOM: Homecoming Part 2: A Needle In Space]

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[noteful]

[OOM: Montréal: le 6 décembre 1989]

Multipup!

[sidhe_king]

Micah is sprawled on a couch with a book, barefoot and radiating warmth as he reads.
Ganymede has a soda bottle and a bowl of fluffy popcorn that's slightly sweet, listening to music and just relaxing.
Finvarra is, as usual, laying on one of the rafter beams, playing with his fairylights and sending sparks of light raining own on people.
Jacob is at a table with a plastic tactile toy--untouched--listening to the bar around him.
Kida is trying to peel off the blue hoodie that's far too large for her, wet after playing in the snow flurries outside.
Nori is bent over a book, forehead resting on the pages. Her hand hods a pen, though she appears to be asleep.

[tiny tags: Finvarra and Jacob]
[ooc: open forever.]

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[tobeclosetohim]

Jo's late. Again.
She, also, has a cold.
It's a bitch of a cold, too.

Halle--fucking-lujah to you, Milliways.

Her special board is easy tonight.

Specials
86 my cold & get free drinks all night

She's done with this shit.