jla: year one, continued

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[OOM: A Less Than Perfect Day

It's bad enough that the Justice League find themselves fooled by a dangerous illusion. But to have to be rescued by Superman?

And then when they try to offer him a seat at their table, well....]

jla: year one, continued

[overcame-fear.livejournal.com]

 
[OOM: A Less Than Diplomatic Day

Still smarting from their encounter with Superman, the Justice League head for Star City, looking for a dangerous alien.

The problem is, lately, the JLA is making more troubles for one another than they are for anyone else. Then again, there's always Green Arrow....]

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen knows intellectually that no time passes at home while she's here. She's used that to her advantage plenty of times. But she's been staying here a little too long to feel comfortable. This was supposed to be a twenty minute nap in the Citadel. Someone's going to be coming to look for her to bring her to Elder Lyons soon for the full briefing on what happened at Raven Rock. As much as she wants to put that off...

Well, she's going to get one more drink here, first, before she goes back. Then she'll talk to Lyons. And who knows? After that she might be able to get back here to get some help.

In the meantime she'd like to know what this weird gooey spotty milk drink is and why it's so gosh-darn sweet. Somebody doesn't recognize egg nog.

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[claudiometer]

So yesterday was... long. That's a good word for it. 'Eventful' is another good one.
On the plus side, the autovac's finally repaired. But on the other hand, Claudia's expecting Pete or Myka or both to ask her what was up with the random people claiming to be from Milliways wandering around the Warehouse. And there's nothing like suddenly remembering Christmas is looming and she has people she could get stuff for.
(She was reminded by Joshua emailing her to say he's working on something big and won't be able to come visit, which is sadface in itself.)
So she's taken over a couch in the name of list-making; she needs to figure out what to get people and whether it's worth trying to send a package to Switzerland this late, or if she should just bug her brother via Skype. She's got her headphones on, but she wouldn't say no to an interruption.

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[licensed-pro.livejournal.com]

Tonight someone walks into Milliways. Several people know him--he can't say the familiarity is reciprocated, unfortunately. For him this is a first, walking into a bar where his kitchen door is supposed to be.

Charles takes it well, though, only looking a little confused at the drastic change in surroundings as he steps in, fairly sure this isn't a hallucination. He's not entirely sure what else it might be, though.

Feel free to clue him in.

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[with_his_tail_high]

Something long and furry and black is stretched out before the fire, soaking up every possible iota of warmth. Which means, alas, that there's not much left for the rest of the room.

Try and make him move. We dare you.

tinytag: the cat (Coraline)

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[lilium_evansiae]

[OOM: He just doesn't want his friends to know.]

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[alotofgood]

It's James' closet door that opens into Milliways tonight.

He'd been back home (Christmas holidays!) for about an hour since the long train ride, before his mum demanded that he tidy his room a bit.

Picking up his dirty clothing, stacking the piles of Quidditch magazines together, and sorting his bed out by hand was tiring work. He'd been about to stuff any items that wouldn't fit under his bed into the closet, when small and dark opened to spacious and bright.

"All right," he says, "this could work too."

With a careless kick at his things across the floor, he keeps his laundry from following him into the end of the universe. He can't imagine it'd impress anyone — though with his door wide open, it's easy for anyone to see it.

Then James lets the door close and takes a breath.

He absolutely deserves a break.



{ ooc: Please have a read through this short note before tagging. Thanks! }

Tiny tags: belladonna rogan, peeta mellark

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[two-to-the-head.livejournal.com]

Squeak-squeak. Squeak-squeak.

That noise you hear comes from the wheel of a battered and dented IV stand, which makes its way through the door accompanied by a young woman in a threadbare - but clean - bathrobe and slippers. Hanging on the IV stand is a bag of fluid feeding into a long tube that disappears up the left sleeve of the bathrobe. A wide bandage encircles her head like a crown, only less regal and more pathetic.

The young woman stops, blinking and looking around slowly. "Must be hallucinating," she mutters to herself. "'Bout time if you ask me."

[Tinytag: Corazon Escobar (The Courier)]

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: More snow means postal delays across Holby. Time for creativity.]

Guppy is at the bar, wrapping up a pack of A4 paper and some felt tip pens, a curly wurly, a jingly bell, and a bouncy ball with a glowing light in.

No new flu victims have come to him since he put the sign up, which is reassuring. But he won't say that, because that would totally jynx it.

Come bother him. Or cough and sneeze in his vicinity to make him jump so his bouncy ball escapes.