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Dec. 29th, 2010 02:52 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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Nicholas helps in the only way he knows how.]
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Nicholas helps in the only way he knows how.]
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Dec. 29th, 2010
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Dec. 29th, 2010 09:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vance_primeThe snow has finally cleared from Greenbrier. The Resistance moves at dawn. They're as ready as they're going to get, which even Alyx has to admit isn't much.
All that's left is to get a good night's sleep. Unfortunately, that's easier said than done.
Hence, we find Alyx in the Bar, doing her meditation exercises in the hopes of settling her mind enough to sleep. So far, it's not working.
All that's left is to get a good night's sleep. Unfortunately, that's easier said than done.
Hence, we find Alyx in the Bar, doing her meditation exercises in the hopes of settling her mind enough to sleep. So far, it's not working.
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Dec. 29th, 2010 12:44 pmaaaaaaaagh_skyThe door opens. A muzzle pokes briefly through it somewhere around shin level, then withdraws with a whine. A moment later the door opens a little farther, and this time the muzzle (and attendant dog) are nowhere to be seen; however, there's a walker, and a human in baggy grey t-shirt and shorts leaning heavily on it instead. A pale and harrowed-looking human, with slightly less hair to show for her troubles than your average dolphin on public display, but a human nonetheless. Possibly a familiar-looking one, to some.
She's going to lean on the walker and blink for a bit, as the room she'd intended to enter was a good deal less well-lit than this. The dog will be along shortly, since she hasn't bothered to turn around and close the door just yet.
[tinytag: Corazon Escobar (the Courier)]
She's going to lean on the walker and blink for a bit, as the room she'd intended to enter was a good deal less well-lit than this. The dog will be along shortly, since she hasn't bothered to turn around and close the door just yet.
[tinytag: Corazon Escobar (the Courier)]
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Dec. 29th, 2010 04:00 pmbringer_of_funThe couches by the fire all seem to be occupied, so Booby has made his own arm chair and ottoman out of ice nearby and is lounging contentedly, watching the flames. Don't worry, his creations aren't melting or dripping on anything vital.
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Dec. 29th, 2010 06:00 pmbloody-awful.livejournal.comIt's amazing how some things never change. Somehow, 20-year-old John has adopted the same exact bar stool as his 57-year-old future self. It's not difficult to explain; it's on the short end of the Bar, the return around the corner of the long front, so he has his back to the wall and a full view of the entire premises.
He's been raiding the library upstairs like a starving man, and has spent the day with his nose in some rather dubious and obscure texts, scribbling obsessively into a notebook. What, did you think that John never studied? That he can't even read? Even powerful mages have to start somewhere.
Finally, he looks up and stretches. "Gi'us a pint and 20 Silk Cut, ta sweetheart," he carefully says to the Bar. When the Guinness and packet of cigarettes appear (along with the same overflowing ashtray that the Bar gives to John's older self), John stifles a smile. He's still not quite used to the Bar being somewhat sentient, but he's growing quite fond of her and is careful not to get cigarette burns on her surface.
He lights a smoke and turns to face the room, scanning the occupants. From his pocket he pulls a half-crown piece and starts rolling it back and forth along the knuckles of one hand.
If idle hands are the devil's playground, someone had better stop John before he turns into a Tilt-a-Whirl.
He's been raiding the library upstairs like a starving man, and has spent the day with his nose in some rather dubious and obscure texts, scribbling obsessively into a notebook. What, did you think that John never studied? That he can't even read? Even powerful mages have to start somewhere.
Finally, he looks up and stretches. "Gi'us a pint and 20 Silk Cut, ta sweetheart," he carefully says to the Bar. When the Guinness and packet of cigarettes appear (along with the same overflowing ashtray that the Bar gives to John's older self), John stifles a smile. He's still not quite used to the Bar being somewhat sentient, but he's growing quite fond of her and is careful not to get cigarette burns on her surface.
He lights a smoke and turns to face the room, scanning the occupants. From his pocket he pulls a half-crown piece and starts rolling it back and forth along the knuckles of one hand.
If idle hands are the devil's playground, someone had better stop John before he turns into a Tilt-a-Whirl.
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Dec. 29th, 2010 07:39 pmnotenlightenedReese is sitting at a table in the Bar, seemingly engrossed in something
More accurately, she's sitting at a table in the Bar, studying this from all angles.
Anyone who gets close enough to see it for themselves will notice the wrapped box it came in, as well as the note attached: To Reese, Merry Christmas! Love, Crews.
"Fruit," she mutters out loud, mostly to herself. "He gave me a goddamn Zen fruit."
[ tiny tag: dani reese ]
More accurately, she's sitting at a table in the Bar, studying this from all angles.
Anyone who gets close enough to see it for themselves will notice the wrapped box it came in, as well as the note attached: To Reese, Merry Christmas! Love, Crews.
"Fruit," she mutters out loud, mostly to herself. "He gave me a goddamn Zen fruit."
[ tiny tag: dani reese ]
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Dec. 29th, 2010 08:28 pmseat_five_girlAko has written notes to herself on what she was working on back home before she got bound.
She has wandered around the upper floors noting the inconsistent room numbers and the levels above with the nightclub and more.
She has started and discarded four completely separate manga, two english books, and something that claimed to be a book of logic puzzles.
She's even spent a good ten minutes staring outside into the snow through the backdoor before being told to get through or close it.
So there is a teenager with blue hair, a pile of discarded entertainments and boredom.
She has wandered around the upper floors noting the inconsistent room numbers and the levels above with the nightclub and more.
She has started and discarded four completely separate manga, two english books, and something that claimed to be a book of logic puzzles.
She's even spent a good ten minutes staring outside into the snow through the backdoor before being told to get through or close it.
So there is a teenager with blue hair, a pile of discarded entertainments and boredom.
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Dec. 29th, 2010 09:32 pmhadyougoingThe holidays can be surprisingly vengeance-oriented.
This may explain why Ava Wilson is not even in the Bar, but in the kitchen, rolling out pre-made gingerbread dough. She knew what she had to do the second she saw those demon-shaped cookie cutters.
The path before her has been prepared.
And it has red jellybean eyes.
... Anyway, she's also got a mug of peppermint cocoa nearby, as well as her bent teaspoon given to her by someone claiming to be St. Nick. It may be busted, but it stirs okay if you're using a big enough mug.
As she pushes her foam reindeer antlers up on her head and keeps rolling the cookie dough, she may be heard to mutter, "Go ahead, fat man. Make my day."
[ooc: open until it scrolls. millitime at will. <3]
This may explain why Ava Wilson is not even in the Bar, but in the kitchen, rolling out pre-made gingerbread dough. She knew what she had to do the second she saw those demon-shaped cookie cutters.
The path before her has been prepared.
And it has red jellybean eyes.
... Anyway, she's also got a mug of peppermint cocoa nearby, as well as her bent teaspoon given to her by someone claiming to be St. Nick. It may be busted, but it stirs okay if you're using a big enough mug.
As she pushes her foam reindeer antlers up on her head and keeps rolling the cookie dough, she may be heard to mutter, "Go ahead, fat man. Make my day."
[ooc: open until it scrolls. millitime at will. <3]
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Dec. 29th, 2010 11:23 pmnathansummersAn hour ago, Cable entered the bar, feeling, and looking tired and old. It had been a short while ago, by the Bar's time, when he was here last, but for him, on Earth, a longer time has passed.
An hour ago, he ordered a beer from Bar, and began to tell a story. It was a hard one for him to tell, and he almost stopped, quite a few times.
Just a few moments ago, he finished his tale, sorrow in his voice and face, form hunched over the counter of Bar. He wasn't crying, through his face bore the tracks of tears. He just felt... tired.
And the beers were still coming.
(Warnings for violence and angst in the link.)
Tiny Tag of the Woeful Soldier: Cable
An hour ago, he ordered a beer from Bar, and began to tell a story. It was a hard one for him to tell, and he almost stopped, quite a few times.
Just a few moments ago, he finished his tale, sorrow in his voice and face, form hunched over the counter of Bar. He wasn't crying, through his face bore the tracks of tears. He just felt... tired.
And the beers were still coming.
(Warnings for violence and angst in the link.)
Tiny Tag of the Woeful Soldier: Cable
